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Setbacks - Chou Tzuyu pt 1
Tzuyu x f!reader
Fluff, suggestive?
The girls find out they are the reason why Tzuyu isn't getting some with you
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(italics are for flashbacks in this one!)
Part 1:
The laughter echoing the room surrounded nine girls who were excitedly telling stories that probably would have stayed in their minds if it weren’t for the alcohol in their veins.
“That’s when I knew she was the one,” Jihyo slurred, taking another sip of her beer can, “it was the way her tongue pressed against me that made me just…” she shuddered, gaining tipsy giggles from her friends who had their cheeks tinted pink.
“I guess I’ll have to try that with Miyeon,” Sana chipped in shyly, getting cheers from the other girls. “I mean, the sex is good but we can always improve it, right?”
Nayeon nodded firmly before turning her head to the youngest of them all.
“You haven’t said a word,” the older girl pointed out, her eyes squinting at their maknae’s evasive gaze.
“I bet Y/N is really good at it,” Chaeyoung nudged Tzuyu, trying to get her to tell all the nasty details of your love life, “she looks like the kind to be in control, don’t you love that Tzuyu?”
Tzuyu was shy. All the stories her unnies told a couple of minutes ago were hot, really hot. She didn’t know sex could be enjoyed in so many different ways. She wasn’t inexperienced, in fact, she had several ex lovers that taught them all she knew so far.
However, you were her first girl. It was all new for her.
Since the first time you saw each other, your fate was sealed. The instant connection between the two of you couldn’t be denied, everyone saw it so it wasn’t a surprise when she finally came out to her members and eventually they helped her to get to you.
You were kind, passionate, she loved the way you made her feel but…
“We haven’t done it yet”.
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Tzuyu was embarrassed.
No, scratch that. Tzuyu was mortified.
Those words shouldn’t have left her mouth, shouldn’t even have left her mind. It was a split of a second that she lost control of her own actions due to the alcohol and the words simply slipped out.
Eight pairs of widened eyes directed at her, trying to process what their maknae said.
“But…” Chaeyoung carefully replied, “haven’t you gotten together almost four months ago?”
Tzuyu groaned and hid her face in her hands. “Five,” she whispered, feeling her face getting even redder than before.
No one said a word for several minutes, trying to avoid any more awkward moments for her. It was enough that she had told them you two have zero sex life in all those months of dating.
“Well,” Mina said, trying to avoid eye contact, “it’s okay if you wanna wait or if she wants to wait for the right moment, there’s no rush for such things. You can even decide it doesn’t have to happen and it would be totally fine”.
The other girls agreed immediately, nodding to Mina’s words and trying to encourage Tzuyu.
“But…” the youngest replied sadly, “I do want it to happen… I just…”
“You don’t know how?” Jihyo asked, carefully, trying not to cross any more boundaries.
“I guess I kind of know how,” Tzuyu replied, “I just don’t know if she wants it too”.
A chorus of understanding replies were heard and it relieved a little of Tzuyu's worries.
“Haven’t you talked about it?” Mina asked.
And Tzuyu tried to remember when was the last time you tried to talk it out.
“This movie is weird,” Tzuyu said, lifting her head from your chest and locking her gaze with yours. Her body was sprawled out on the living room couch she shared with her members.
“It is,” you agreed, caressing her waist with the hand that was firmly gripping her side. Your fingertips passed softly over the side of her boob.
Her breath hitched.
You felt her head find its place on the crook of your neck but this time her arms wrapped your waist as she pushed her hand under your shirt to caress your tummy.
“I’m going to find another movie,” you suggested while pressing a kiss on the top of her head.
With one hand, you took the remote and kept scrolling through several titles, trying to get an idea of whatever those movies could be about. With the other, you pulled Tzuyu against your body and your fingertips kept drawing patterns on her skin.
She couldn’t help but let the desire run through her body, wishing you could finally and properly play with her now hardened nipples.
Tzuyu didn’t understand why it was so difficult with you. In her previous relationships, the guys she dated couldn’t even wait to feel her up. In less than two dates, they were already under her shirt, trying to open also her jeans button.
“Wanna go to my room?” she simply asked.
Deep in her heart, she wished it would have come out as a sexy whisper, as a suggestive invitation to do whatever you wanted to do to her. Her mind was foggy with desire for you and the only thing she wanted at that moment was to have you between her legs.
Your gaze found hers trying to decipher what those beautiful eyes were trying to say.
And as soon as you were about to reply, the front door opened, revealing two loud girls with their shopping bags ready to show them what they had gotten from their last spree.
Tzuyu groaned.
“Sorry about that,” Jihyo said, remembering it was her and Nayeon a couple of months ago.
“So you were gonna do it before you got interrupted,” Chaeyoung reasoned, elbowing the youngest, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Were we?” Tzuyu asked, rhetorically. “I mean, I don’t know for sure if she wants it too, I’m just assuming she was going to say yes”.
“Come on,” Jeongyeon replied, “of course she wants it, you just have to see the signs!”
“But what are those signs?” Tzuyu asked again, “when I was with guys, I knew because I could physically see their… you know… but what am I supposed to see when I’m with her? How do I know she also wants it?” she grimaced, shoving her face into her hands once again.
“Haven’t you made out until you give each other that look?” Jihyo asked, trying to see if Tzuyu was missing anything.
“You look tired,” you said softly, noticing Tzuyu getting too comfortable on the floor of their practice room.
“I am,” she pouted, feeling your hands roaming her back, your fingers making pressure right behind her neck. She pushed her head to the side so you could keep going with the little massage you were providing her.
“You are tense,” you said, getting a slight nod from her. “I know what’s going to help you relax,” you proposed, not even giving her a second to react before pressing your lips against the skin of her neck.
A long sigh left her lips. You kissed the side of her neck up to her ear where you whispered sweet nothings as your arms wrapped around her waist.
She turned around and captured your lips with hers. You pressed your bodies together as she pushed you against the wall.
As soon as your back hit the glass, you took the chance to shove your tongue in her mouth, trying to bring her even closer. She let you have dominance and let a soft moan leave her lips.
Your hand made its way up to her chest, ghosting over her clothed boob, when she pushed her chest against you and you finally massaged her the way she was craving. You left a needy groan off your lips when you realized how hard her nipple was and lowered your kisses to her neck.
Tzuyu threw her head to the side to give you more access when your other hand made its way under her shirt. As soon as your fingertips touched her bare skin, your gazes found each other in silent permission. Tzuyu was filled with the desire of having your hands all over her body.
Her eyes were screaming yes, begging you to go ahead and make her feel good.
Until several footsteps were heard outside of the practice room as loud voices approached the door.
You two separated immediately.
“Oh my God!” Jeongyeon screamed, “Could you two stop getting on the way while Tzuyu is about to get some?!” she exasperatedly asked Jihyo and Nayeon, who were trying to suppress their laughs.
“How were we supposed to know?!” Jihyo replied, almost offended.
“It’s okay unnies,” Tzuyu said, almost defeatedly, “the time will come, but I guess it will take time”.
“You two clearly want each other,” Nayeon said, feeling a little guilty she was also getting in the middle even if it wasn’t her intention, “you just haven’t had the chance to go for it”.
Tzuyu shrugged.
“We’ll get you the right time and place, Tzu,” Jihyo offered, getting a hopeful look from her maknae. “Just say the word and we’ll arrange everything for you two and we promise not to interrupt anymore”.
The other girls nodded in agreement, expecting Tzuyu’s answer.
Tzuyu smiled shyly. It wasn’t their fault, yet they were once again going over their own extents to make her happy.
She felt grateful.
“I'd love that,” she simply replied, smiling excitedly.
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Part 2
#tzuyu x f!reader#tzuyu x reader#twice x reader#twice x f!reader#tzuyu fluff#tzuyu suggestive#twice fluff#twice suggestive#twice imagine#twice scenario#tzuyu imagine#tzuyu scenario#soulkeeper801
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maybe a rly filthy smut with a twice member instead of csl part 3 😭😭 can y’all guess which member ??
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sorry i've been so absent :( can i make it up to u all with a little GP!Nayeon one shot?
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GP!Nayeon x F!Reader
CW: bj(s), slight degradation, Nayeon is not letting go of her precious little throat goat
“Shit.” Nayeon’s voice was breathy, barely audible as she sat back on the couch, her body slumping a bit as she relaxed. Your mouth was full of her thick cum, and despite swallowing as much as you could, it spilled over from your lips and dripped down the sides of her still-hard cock as you attempted to lick her clean. It was no use, though, there was just too much.
Nayeon watched, amused and still aroused, as you kept trying. She was about to pull away, to reach for something that could wipe you clean, but she stopped when your eyes flicked up to meet hers. You held her gaze as your tongue circled her tip and lapped at her shaft teasingly.
“What– more?” she asked curiously. “You want more?” You opened your mouth wider in response, slowly and gently starting to suck her off again. You could feel her cock twitch in your mouth, slightly overstimulated but willing.
She groaned as you fell back into a familiar rhythm between her legs. Your head bobbed shallowly at first, then deeper as you welcomed more and more of her wet length into your mouth. Wanting to prove yourself, you took a breath and then slowly plunged forward, letting her cock slide down your open throat. You held her there and Nayeon’s breath caught for a moment.
“Y/N…” she trailed off as you continued to take her entire length, your nose resting lightly against her skin. Your senses were flooded with her scent, her taste, her touch. You finally pulled back, and when you looked up, Nayeon was already looking at you. Her dark, brown eyes dropped to your wet, puffy lips and cum-covered chin.
“Showing off?” she purred, taking in the sight of you. “Do you like showing me how much you can take?”
You nodded quietly, and she smiled. “Good,” she said, patting your cheek. “Then do it again.”
You barely had a chance to take another breath before her hand was on the back of your head, guiding your mouth back to her cock. You took her full length down your throat again, but her hand stayed, fingers woven into your hair.
“Good girl,” she said, holding you there. “Just like that…” You could feel her spread her legs a little wider and her hips stiffen. She sat up a bit more, and then slowly began to press on the back of your head.
You let out a muffled moan as she forced your head down, your nose repeatedly bumping against her body as she guided you.
“I’ve got you,” she said, pressing harder still. “You’re doing so good for me.”
You felt her other hand against the side of your face. Her long fingers brushed against your cheek tenderly for a moment, and then her hand settled under your chin.
“Fuck,” she murmured. Her left hand still held you down firmly to the base of her cock while her right hand traveled just under your chin and throat, pleased to feel how deep she was inside of you, how stretched your lips and throat were around her.
Nayeon let out a moan as she began to face fuck you, continuously running her hand along your throat as she picked up her pace. You did your best to keep up with her thrusting hips, keeping your eyes closed as her cock twitched again in your mouth. You were drooling now, a mix of your saliva and her cum leaking endlessly from your lips as you serviced her.
“You’re so fucking filthy, aren’t you,” she said, her breathing labored. “Wanting me to use you like this…” she grunted. “Ah~! You’re r-really gonna make me cum again.”
You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to with how tightly she held your face. All you could do was close your eyes and hold on as she continued to rut sloppily into your mouth, daring you to choke and pull away from her. The muffled, cut off sounds you made as you struggled to take her only made her thrust faster and harder, and you gripped her thighs for support.
“Oh honey, is it too much for you?” Nayeon cooed, feigning concern. You shook your head lightly. It was the longest you’d ever had her entire cock in your mouth and you really were on the verge of choking, but you blinked hard, letting a tear roll down your cheek as you kept going.
Nayeon chuckled as she watched you struggle. “Good. You wanted this, anyway,” she said. “So now you’re going to get exactly what you asked for.”
You let out a strangled whimper as she forced your mouth open wider still, fucking into your throat at a vicious pace. And then she was coming suddenly, flooding your mouth and throat. You choked then, and Nayeon released her grip on you as you swallowed what you could and leaned back to recover. A trail of saliva and cum linked your mouth to her cock as you took a breath. Your eyes were stinging with tears and you licked your lips. You and Nayeon both watched as the rest of her cum dripped down the length of her shaft, glazing over her balls.
Nayeon leaned forward, licking away one of your tears. Without warning, she then leaned down, kissing you softly. Satisfied in tasting herself on your lips, she jutted her hips up, her cock in front of your mouth again. “Open,” she said, reaching for her phone. You complied mindlessly, eyes hooded as you let her arrange you. As her tip landed back on your tongue, you automatically went to close your lips around it.
“Ah, ah,” she said, and you stopped, holding your mouth open obediently with her cock resting on your tongue.
“Good girl,” she praised, taking a few photos of you with her cock in your mouth. Your eyes were watery, cheeks tear-stained, and it was impossible to tell where your tears stopped and the wetness from your drool and her cum started. It was just the way Nayeon liked it– the way Nayeon liked you.
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save your love
synopsis: y/n is susie in allie x & mitski's susie save your love song - if u dont know it go listen :P (but also u dont have to lol synopsis is y/n calls bsf sana drunk and sad and angry abt her bf and you don't know that sana is in love with you)
warnings: cursing, sexual harassment, alcohol, slight cheating, gonn repeat sexual harassment bcs its there and its potentially triggering so err on the side of caution and dont read if ur worried - take care🙏
w/c: 3.7k
a/n: still not over the fact that sana used susie save your love in that one ig post like wdym ur a mitski - qpoc ICON - listener and u post a song abt how u wish ur bsf would leave her dumb bf and be w u instead - a quintessential wlw experience like HELLO???? i also think i projected a liiiiiiil bit accidentally maybe im so sorry but writing this shit works better than therapy ngl
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"y/n where the fuck are you."
you're cursing as you almost drop your drink, phone between your ear and shoulder.
"i dunnoooo one of marshall's friends' places i think. he was supposed to be my ride home but i can't find himmmmmm."
sana's already got her keys in her hand, heading out towards her car, cursing under her breath, "can you share your location with me sweetie? or is there anyone else there that you know?"
you look around at the various stragglers in the living room either smoking, high out of their minds, or completely passed out. loud music, bass thumping hurting your head as you feel the vibrations shoot up your body. "mmmmm noooo but-"
"hey! marshall's girl right?" a deep voice comes over the phone and sana squints to try and make out what's going on, unlocking her car and turning her engine on.
"y/n? hey y/n you still there?"
"mm yeah sana sorry one sec- you guys know where marshall is?"
"think i saw him headed home with someone in the passenger seat, thought that was you cutie."
"someone else? huh?"
"you doing okay? you look a little pale let's get you upstairs in the bathroom yeah?"
"w-wait no-" sana can make out multiple voices talking to you and a little scuffle as you drop your phone, voices fading.
"fuck!" she's about to call your boyfriend marshall and demand for your address when she sees you were able to start sharing your location with her. she sets it into her navigation app and starts speeding to the destination.
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"umm guys where are we going? i don't think marshall's up here..."
"oh don't worry babygirl. marshall's our best friend he's okay with whatever we wanna do."
"mm okay but like- what are we doing? if we're singing you guys have to know i suck at karaoke so don't laugh."
the three guys holding you up laugh, "nah nah baby we're just gonna get you cleaned up a little before marshall comes to pick you up okay?"
"oh okay~ mmm wait where's my phone? i was just talking to my best friend-" you start to fumble for your pockets while the guys lead you into a dim room.
they shut the door and close in on you, you’re still cluelessly looking for your phone when one guy starts kissing you, shoving his tongue into your mouth.
"w-wait! what are you doing?!"
he's pushing you onto a bed and climbing on top of you kissing your neck while the others slip your top off and unbutton your jeans. "shhh we're just cleaning you up like we said. want you to be nice and ready for marshall right?"
"no what-"
the door slams open and sana's there, breathing heavily from clambering over the steps.
"get the fuck away from her."
the guys exchange annoyed looks when the one who was at your jeans stands up and walks towards sana, "you the best friend? you're welcome to join us if you'd like." he's pulling on her hand and dragging her towards you.
she doesn't give him another second, yanking him back and bringing a knee up into his crotch, letting him fall to the side groaning as she rushes towards you.
you realise belatedly she's got her phone out and the flashlight on as you squint, trying to make out her face.
"get the fuck off her right fucking now. i've got all you shits on camera and the cops on speed dial."
the two guys glance at each other, looking like they want to pull a fight but then they're cursing and moving away, picking up their friend off the floor and stumbling out the door.
her flashlight turns off, and you feel her tugging your clothes back into place before lifting you bridal-style and carrying you out, down the stairs, and into the passenger seat of her car.
you watch hazily as she paces around outside for a few minutes on the phone with someone, stopping to snap a picture of the house and then hanging up and getting into the car, slamming the door close.
you flinch at the sound, shrinking into your seat, pulling the jacket she's draped over you closer.
she starts the engine and pulls out wordlessly.
you don't dare speak yet, letting the soft hum of the engine and the late night radio music fill the silence as you listen to her heavy breaths slow down.
finally she sighs and glances over at you, "what would you have done if i didn't show up y/n?" her voice is gentle, it always was with you.
you can't look at her, tears welling up in your eyes as you stare out the window, shrugging in response.
she's frowning, "did they manage to do anything to you? are you okay? do we need to get you to a hospital?"
you're shaking your head, the movement making you dizzy, feeling gross in your own skin as you pick at your nails. "can you take me to marshall's? i don't wanna talk about this right now." you're voice is croaky when you speak, on the verge of tears.
sana grips the wheel hard at your request, instead, pulling over on the side of the empty road and putting the car in park.
you sigh exasperatedly, "sana please i just said i don't want to talk about this right now."
"that's fine but if you think i'm taking you to that asshole's house then you've got to be fucking kidding me y/n."
you turn your head to look at her then, her eyes are dark with barely concealed rage, fists clenched so tight her knuckles were turning white. you falter under her gaze, "he's not an asshole."
she scoffs then, "are you fucking serious? what kinda boyfriend takes you to his rapist friends' house then leaves with another girl without so much as a text. it should be enough proof he’s a dick that he's even friends with those assholes." she spits.
and you can't help it, you start sobbing uncontrollably.
"oh shit y/n i didn't- i'm sorry-" she's shuffling around trying to get around the console, and you sob even louder at her outstretched hand, careful and wanting to comfort you but making sure you were okay being touched first.
you're diving into her arms and then she's all there. pulling you into her lap and adjusting the position of her seat so you can squeeze in between the wheel and her torso. soft hands running through your hair shooshing and whispering gently into you ear. arm wrapped tightly around your waist while your face is buried in her chest, heaving and letting out your disgust.
she never stops running her fingers through your hair, letting your sobs wrack your body, hearts beating in tandem as she just holds you.
eventually, your sobs reside to sniffles and you feel a little silly, rubbing your eyes onto the material of her betty boop pyjama shirt.
she's still combing fingers through you hair, rubbing your back lightly, and laying soft kisses along the side of your face, resting her forehead against the top of your head and breathing you in softly.
"i-i'm-" your voice cracks as you try to speak up weakly but she hushes you quickly.
"we don't have to talk if you don't want to. we can stay here for as long as you want. i'm not going anywhere."
you feel your eyes well up again, but you swallow it down, speaking up after clearing your throat, "i'm sorry-" your voice cracks again, almost breaking, "i'm sorry you had to see me like that."
you feel her lifting her head off yours and looking at you in disbelief, mouth open and about to protest but you put a finger to her lips, still not able to look at her.
"no let me finish. you were right. i had no idea what i'd have done if you didn't come. i'm sorry that you did have to come. i'm just so sorry for fucking up sana. if i'd- if i hadn't got so drunk maybe, or if i'd followed marshall home-"
she licks the finger on her lips and you yelp, looking at her out of reaction and cringing, wiping the finger on her shoulder in faux disgust.
she chuckles, "can i talk yet?"
you nod shyly, "as long as you don't lick me again." avoiding her eyes.
she's smiling and a hand is on your cheek, brushing the skin there gently and you can't help but lean into the touch.
"y/n... you don't have to apologise for anything. i'm sorry if i made you feel like you did. but i don't care about all of that. i'm just grateful i was there, if anything, i'm angry at myself for not being there sooner." you look at her as she takes a shaky breath in, eyes wet, "but you have to know none of that was your fault. there's no what if. it was no one's fault but the guys who decided to take advantage of you while you were drunk."
you're crying again, head in your hands, "n-no but- like i know that but i just- like i trusted them. i trusted them because they were meant to be marshall's friends and i trusted marshall."
she's rubbing her hands at your lower back, "that doesn't make it your fault for trusting them. they broke that trust the moment they started thinking of you in a way they shouldn't have. you can't blame yourself for something like that y/n."
"i just feel so gross sana. i can't stop thinking about how their hands felt on me, and i want to scrub off every bit of them."
she's clutching your waist, anger building up again, "i'll fucking kill them."
you let out a choked laugh, "yeah? you and your 163 centimetres? against three buff gym rats?" you poke the skin at her arms, "with these muscles i assume?" (it was SO funny and adorable in the ready to be tw-log finale ep when jeongyeon was poking at sana saying how she has zero arm muscles)
she's pulling away from you with a pout and a whine on her lips before her gaze darkens and she says somberly, "i have a car."
you laugh seriously then, a big hearty laugh as your head falls to her shoulder, and she's whining and trying to pull you up. you're so grateful for her.
eventually you come up, wiping at your eyes and catching your breath, "well i'm glad i have someone who'd commit manslaughter for me."
she's pouting adorably and you get a sudden rush of want, and you blush, scrambling away, wondering why the fuck you just thought about how easy it'd be to kiss the pout off your best friend's lips.
sana's confused and pulling you back into her, "what's wrong? where’re you going?"
you come up with the quickest excuse you can think of, "gonna puke."
she yelps and quickly opens the car door, almost falling out in her rush to avoid being covered in sick. you're out the door in seconds, heaving in the fresh air and shivering slightly at the cold, hoping it'll at least cool down the heat in your cheeks.
then you're giggling, and then laughing again, turning back to face her look of disgust. her face morphs as she watches you though, and soon enough she's doubled over laughing as well.
to anyone driving past, you'd both look insane, laughing at absolutely nothing. but to you, you've never felt more free, more relieved. you're safe, and okay, and you're favourite person in the whole world is here with you. you collapse onto the hood of her car, and she follows suit, giggling and breathy.
the two of you lay here, looking up into the night sky, counting the stars. you shiver slightly and move closer towards her until your bodies are touching. she's turning slightly, wrapping an arm around your waist loosely, and watching you watch the stars.
you turn to face her, breaths mingling, coming out in wispy white clouds of heat in the chilly night air. you find your eyes dropping to her mouth again, and you can't hide the blush that adorns your face this time. if you'd just leaned in a little more, you'd be able to answer the burning question in your head of what exactly sana tasted like.
the slight quiver in her lower lip entrances you, the soft breaths she's taking as her warmth fans over your face, smelling of jasmine and the toothpaste she’s used just before bed. you're inching closer and closer, her eyes are on your lips as well.
you lose it though, when a tongue peeks out and licks across her bottom lip, and you're pressing your lips against hers softly, eyes closed, and humming at the warmth she provides.
she's kissing you back gently, lips slotting against yours in the perfect way, and then she's gone, pulling away leaving you chasing after her, but she places a hand on your chest, pushing you back lightly.
"you're drunk. and taken. this is wrong."
you whine, trying to pull her back to you but she's firm, sitting up and walking away.
you're blinking and what the fuck just happened? dazed as you stand up as well, moving back into the passenger seat dumbly, peeking at her expression trying to get a sense of what was going on inside her mind.
she starts the engine and pulls out from the kerb, staring straight ahead, giving you nothing.
you can't help but think you've fucked everything up again.
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the storm brewing inside your head doesn't stop when she pulls into your driveway and parks.
you muster up the courage to apologise but she beats you to it, "i'm sorry y/n. i shouldn't have done that. can we just forget it about it please? i don't want to ruin anything between us. you're the most important person in the world to me and i can't lose you over these stupid feelings and i'm so sorry if i made you feel uncomfortable at all i-"
your inebriated mind is playing catch up, rolling her words in your head over and over again trying to figure out why that sounded like she was saying she had feelings for you? that couldn't be right. sana was the it girl. she was the girl that everyone wanted. she was the girl that sat through your nerdy rants about space and eels. the girl that bought you ice cream when your first boyfriend broke up with you in grade 3 because he didn't like the way you cut your hair. the girl that cried when she found out you weren't going to the same high school because you were moving away, but then managed to get her parents to enroll her anyway and spent the next 6 years taking the 2 hour commute to school just to be with you.
and holy shit. sana was in love with you.
"sana..." you interrupted her rambling, "i... i kinda have a massive headache right now and i'm more than a little drunk but… this isn't going to change our friendship at all."
her eyes are wide and shining, looking at you in fear, you grab her hands and squeeze them over the console, "i promise i'm not leaving you but i don't want to give you an answer yet when i'm in this state. but if it helps, i'm pretty sure i'm the one that kissed you first." you grin, and she lets out a shaky breath.
you let go of her hands and shyly rub the back of your neck, "i kinda need to get inside and get clean but i'll call you tomorrow if that's okay?"
she's nodding, wiping at her eyes hastily.
you open the door and step out, closing it softly behind you. but you lean back down and gesture for her to roll down the window which she does.
"and sana... thank you for tonight. seriously. i don't know how i can ever show you how grateful i am for you being there."
she purses her lip and is firm again, "stop it. i'm glad i was there. and thankyou for letting me be there for you."
you smile gently as you wave and head towards your door, she waits for you to get inside and the door to shut before she pulls out and drives home, heart thumping, thoughts messy.
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you wake up in the morning with a pounding headache, stumbling to your kitchen to pop a few painkillers and squinting as you adjust to the morning sunlight spilling through your windows.
thank god you remembered everything that happened last night, you set your lips in a line as you got ready. you had a strict plan for today, and nothing was going to ruin it.
you quickly get dressed, thumbing out a small letter and grab your keys, driving over to marshall's house was step one.
once you arrive, you slam your car door loudly, taking satisfaction in the fact it probably woke him in his self-induced hangover he was no doubt soothing. you stalk up his front door, rapping on the wood loudly and tapping your foot impatiently as you wait for him to open the door.
it's not him though, and you scoff at the sight of a half naked girl, probably barely legal, pushing her aside despite her weak protests, and letting yourself into the space.
you storm up to his room, flinging open the door, grabbing the vase next to the bed, and dumping the water all over his sleeping head.
he wakes up with a start, "WHAT THE FUC-"
you slap him across the face, bringing his attention to you, "we're done." two simple words and you're back out the door, going down the steps, and back into your car.
you're halfway down the street when you spot him in the rearview mirror clambering after you in his underwear, soaking and pathetic.
you can't believe you had stayed with that man for as long as you had.
the relief you feel after your first action of the day is freeing. you're chasing after the feeling you had last night when you were doubled over laughing like madmen with sana on the side of the road. adrenaline pumping as you pull up to your local florist, purchasing a big bouquet of pink hydrangeas and then grabbing 2 coffees and a few bakery goods, shoving everything back into your car and speeding away again.
you arrive at sana's front door in record time, knowing her, she was definitely awake already and probably anxiously waiting for you to call. you grin as you grab the flowers, the letter you wrote before you left the house, and the breakfast you've gotten for the both of you, placing it down on her front door mat and arranging everything nicely so it looked picture-worthy.
then you ring her doorbell and duck, running over to her side fence that you knew she always left unlocked, entering her house through the back door, and sneaking back towards the front.
sana's bent down over the flowers and you can see the slight crease between her eyebrows from her confusion as she reads the letter you've left in the middle of the hydrangeas.
i'm sure you don't need me to tell you what pink hydrangeas represent because you're a huge flower nerd and i love that about you but i'm going to write it out anyway to show you i did the research.
in japan, hydrangeas are used to show you're sorry. and i'm sorry for not realising sooner, for letting you suffer for so long on your own. they also represent heartfelt emotions and gratitude. i'm eternally grateful for you sana. you're the most important person in the whole world to me too. i'd also commit manslaughter for you.
in europe, hydrangeas mean vanity and arrogance. i'm sorry i was so self-involved with my stupid boyfriends. to tell you the truth, i always thought you were too good for me, and that you'd realise that one day and leave, so i clung to anyone i could find, waiting in fear of that day. that was selfish of me, and i see that now, because you could never leave someone you love. because i realised i feel the same way about you, and i could never, never leave you.
pink hydrangeas are the most romantic of the bunch. (they’re also your favourite colour) i'm obviously trying to tell you that i love you too in a more than platonic way. and this time i'm not drunk or hyperemotional, i'm certain.
you silently creep up behind her while she's reading your note, and then grab her waist lifting her up into the air as she squeals, turning her in your arms and planting your lips on hers.
she's caught by surprise, lips unmoving against yours, until she realises it's you and wraps her legs around your waist, arms around your neck, and kisses you back.
you can finally taste her. and there's no way to describe it. you don't know why it took you so long to realise your feelings for her, but you'd never felt the way you feel about her for anyone else. you'd chalked that up to being best friends and that that's the way all best friends feel about each other, but best friends don't sigh into kisses. best friends don't feel like their hearts would explode with each soft press of skin against each other. best friends don't love each other the way you loved sana.
you break away when you feel wetness glide along your cheek, and salt touch the tip of your tongue.
"sana?! oh my god i'm so sorry, i shouldn't- i should've asked first- oh shit i'm so-"
she's chuckling brokenly and you can't tell if she's laughing or crying or both but she pulls you back in, melding your lips together again speaking against your mouth, "i'm sorry. i'm just so happy right now."
you smile against her, kissing her again, you think you'll never be able to get enough of this feeling. "i'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up."
you feel her laugh against you, "i'm just glad you've still got some love saved for me."
"always." kiss. "it's all for you from now. i love you."
"i love you too idiot."
#sana#minatozaki sana#twice sana#sana x reader#sana x f!reader#sana x fem!reader#sana imagines#twice x reader#twice imagines#royaltozaki
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since we both love jichaeng another jichaeng ask for you pooks
kinda mean dom!jihyo with switch!chae and sub f!reader..
her being maybe all nice to reader sometimes but ordering chae around...
silly!
OH MY GOD this is so akjjashjahkhs mean dom!jihyo is everythinggg. also i am so sorry this took so long, school started and immediately overwhelmed me so i couldn’t write as much as i wanted to BUT here it is, i rly rly hope you like it (it’s not suuuper well-proofread so my b if there’s any mistakes loll)
take me past the edge
wc: ~5.8k
cw: mean dom!jihyo x switch!chae x sub f!reader, SMUT, pre-negotiated kink, dacryphilia, degradation, praise kink, hair pulling, light bondage (hands/wrists), oral sex, strap on sex, spanking, implied/referenced exhibitionism, edging
a/n: title from The Summoning by Sleep Token cause babymaking metal music eats (sometimes literally)
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if you ever thought planning time for sex after a dance practice was a bad idea, this is your confirmation. it was such a bad idea, and you’re paying for it now, no matter how much you love it.
“jihyo’s gonna punish you so hard later if you keep doing that,” you murmur to chaeyoung at one point and you can feel her smile on your shoulder, but makes no motion of moving anywhere.
chaeyoung chuckles, leaning closer to press a kiss to the side of your neck before whispering against your skin, “i know.”
you hum, “you’re in a subby mood today?”
she nods. “Is that okay?”
“more than,” you murmur gently, pressing back into her slightly as you add, “that’s why we have her, isn’t it?”
chaeyoung laughs again. you smile and turn your gaze to jihyo. sure enough, you lock eyes with her and lean back into chaeyoung, whose fingers drift further under your crop top.
the muscle in jihyo’s jaw works as she grits her teeth. there are people everywhere; people who don’t know to leave their questions unasked and turn a blind eye.
if jihyo were being honest, she can’t deny how the extra level of risk makes it more exciting in a way. she knows it’s wrong, how much she almost wants chaeyoung to go further, but she can't stop watching the way chaeyoung touches you, her neediness plain to see to anyone who knows it.
maybe it’s the way you lock eyes with her, and how she can read the desire there, your neck tense and your hand shifting down to grip chaeyoung’s wrist tightly.
maybe it’s the way chaeyoung tucks her chin on your shoulder and smirks at jihyo, like she knows exactly what jihyo is thinking and feeling.
if jihyo wasn't so affected, this wouldn’t be happening. she’d be able to control chaeyoung’s hands, keep them at her sides, keep that godforsaken neediness away from practice.
what doesn’t help is chaeyoung’s smile everytime she looks at jihyo, the way it’s so painfully clear that she's enjoying this, pushing jihyo’s buttons; holding and touching you when jihyo is too focused on trying to maintain everyone's image.
jihyo would be lying if she said a big part of her growing irritation was the arousal pooling low in her stomach. she’d be lying if she said wasn’t excited by chaeyoung’s neediness, the way it means she’s in the mood to be risky, to let jihyo have control after practice. jihyo would be lying if she said watching chaeyoung’s hands wander all over you wasn’t giving her ideas and thoughts she shouldn’t be having.
chaeyoung grows steadily bolder as practice goes on, the line of plausible deniability long gone with the way she sits next to you, a hand on your abs, whispering in your ear.
it’s too much because chaeyoung isn’t usually one for dirty talk–not until she’s been fucked to delerium. and yet, here she is telling you exactly what she wants to do with you when you get back home.
if you weren’t currently in a staring match with jihyo and fully aware of how chaeyoung’s actions are for jihyo’s sake as much as yours, you might have been inclined to think she was in the mood for topping. but it’s the fact that chaeyoung asks you if jihyo’s watching as she tucks her head closer. how she presses closer, asking if jihyo looks mad.
it’s a dynamic you’re familiar with, one that sits in your stomach, as anticipation heightens the way chaeyoung’s hands touch you.
practice finally ends, and that makes it worse in a way, what with the way chaeyoung is now on her best behavior as you all thank the assistants and stylists and choreographers and whoever else.
it’s worse because you, jihyo, and chaeyoung all sit in the backseat, the tension taught and electric in the air between you. jihyo’s leg presses against yours and it feels teasing, taunting.
it’s worse as jihyo walks in first, you and chaeyoung trailing behind her. you can feel the wetness growing between your legs already, thoughts of what’s to come running wild in your mind when you enter her bedroom.
“sit,” jihyo murmurs, dangerously quiet as she motions towards her bed. you and chaeyoung do what you’re told, sitting on the edge and watching jihyo as she sets her duffel bag down and moves around her room.
“chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo says, her voice coming from behind you both. “what were you thinking, touching y/n like that? putting your hands all over her where everyone can see?”
she doesn’t leave room for chaeyoung to answer, continuing, “do you like that? touching her like that while everyone watches? is that appealing to you?”
chaeyoung nods slowly. and jihyo scoffs, “use your words.”
“yes, i like it,” chaeyoung says, her voice just barely shaking. you feel the corner of your mouth tug upwards at the admission.
the bed dips behind you with jihyo’s weight. she moves closer to you both, until she’s kneeling behind you. you feel a hand come up and trace along the back of your shoulder to the back of your neck and down your spine.
“why can’t you be more like y/n, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo murmurs, almost to herself. “not making a scene, not being too touchy, not being too needy. she’s so professional, why can’t you just do that?”
the hand on your back disappears and a moment later, chaeyoung gasps. out of the corner of your eye, you see jihyo slowly pull her head back until her throat is on full display, every line and curve visible in your periphery.
jihyo hums and brings her other hand up to trace the curved column of chaeyoung’s neck. “do you like giving me a hard time? do you like making my job difficult?”
“maybe it’s your own fault for letting me make your job difficult,” chaeyoung says, her voice low and strained.
jihyo chuckles darkly and tightens her hold on chaeyoung’s hair. “such a brat.”
jihyo leans in to mouth chaeyoung’s throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses up to her jaw, nosing at it momentarily as she murmurs quietly, “color?”
“green,” chaeyoung breathes out and jihyo hums, nipping at the warm skin of chaeyoung’s neck.
you squeeze your thighs together as jihyo pulls back from chaeyoung. “look at me, y/n,” she says.
you turn your head to look at her, the way she’s holding chaeyoung’s hair tightly at the root, near her scalp, baring her throat.
“your color?” jihyo asks gently, her eyes dark.
“green,” you say and jihyo smiles at you. the look on her face contrasts the way she handles chaeyoung and it’s dizzying.
there’s a careful undertone, the way she lets go of chaeyoung and moves to you, reaching over to manhandle you further to the middle of the bed.
“i’m sorry chaeyoung-ah wasn’t being good to you, y/n. you deserve so much more than that,” jihyo says as she lays you on your back before leaning over you, holding herself up with a hand next to your stomach as she traces a finger over the waistband of your sweatpants.
“let me make it up to you,” jihyo says, “i’ll make sure chaeyoung-ah behaves this time. you’ll feel so good, i promise.”
her finger traces up to your stomach, where her hand flattens against your abs. it moves further up, slipping underneath your crop top and pushing it up. jihyo bends down and kisses just above your belly button before moving to the side and kissing the bottom of your ribs, nipping softly.
you shift underneath her, a hand coming up to run through her hair. you feel her lips curl into a smile against your skin as she continues pressing kisses to your stomach and abs, her hand moving to bunch your shirt up more, tucking the end of it under your bra to keep it there before she traces a finger down to scratch at the space under your belly button but above your waistband.
you turn your gaze to chaeyoung, still sitting there, facing away from you and jihyo. she’s just barely squirming but you’d be willing to bet she’s even needier than before, hands itching to touch you.
“you were being so good earlier, y/n,” jihyo says. “just taking chaeyoung’s behavior. my good girl, always so willing and obedient for me. you waited so patiently for me.”
jihyo moves up, your legs widening to make room for her as she settles completely over you. she hums as she stares down at you, dipping to press a line of open-mouthed kisses up your neck.
she loves seeing you like this, putty in her hands. hers to do whatever she likes with. she loves that you give this to her, this control over you. the way you let her captivate you, the way you let her bring a hand up, an index finger tracing along your jaw, to your lip where she presses it against your lips. you open and her finger slips inside, your lips closing around it as you suck gently, your tongue flicking over the pad of it.
jihyo laughs lightly, “look at you, all mine to play with.” her smile turns more to a smirk as she adds, “chaengie could never, all that neediness just gets in her way. she’d never take care of you like this, too desperate to just get in your pants and fuck you.”
jihyo slides her finger out of your mouth and you take the opportunity to murmur, “i like it, though.”
jihyo laughs, her hand moving to cup your jaw, the slickness of her finger wet on your skin. “i know, baby. it’s cute, how much you just want to roll over and get fucked. like i said, so willing and obedient.”
she shifts, a knee coming up to press against your core. your eyebrows furrow as your mouth opens with a gasp, the bare minimum of relief nearly overpowering after who knows how long of waiting.
“see?” jihyo says. “the issue is that there’s a time and place, you know that as well as i do. but don’t worry, i mean it when i say i’ll make sure chaengie makes you feel good.”
with that, jihyo pulls back entirely, reaching to the nightstand to grab something.
she comes back and you realize it’s a silk tie. she lifts one of your hands, moving it above your head before going back for the other. she crawls to kneel beside your head, leaning over to wrap it around your wrists carefully and tie them to the headboard. she knots the tie slowly and methodically, checking that it won’t come undone but isn’t too tight.
“color?” she asks, a hand still holding your wrists, her thumb running over your forearm back and forth.
“green,” you say, looking up at her.
“good,” she murmurs gently, bending down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead before sitting back on her heels at your side.
you test the silk tie around your wrists, there’s barely any give. it’s so tight, with just enough room to allow for circulation. you shift on the bed, an idea of what jihyo’s planning on doing to you forming in your mind.
it was part of the plan, that it’s up to jihyo to decide what to do to you. she likes it like that, you guess, the control she has over you and chaeyoung, the way you both give yourselves to her. she really just wants you to feel good and she likes that you put your pleasure in her hands like this, letting her bind your wrists and talk so filthy.
“chaeyoung/ah,” jihyo says, “come here.”
chaeyoung turns and moves closer, eyes bouncing between you and jihyo.
“undress her,” jihyo says, her voice cold and sharp.
chaeyoung nods and moves closer to tug your sweatpants and panties down. you lift your hips to help her before she guides the fabric down your legs and throws your clothes off to the side. she reaches out to run a hand up your leg and jihyo reaches out, stopping her hand.
“i didn’t say you could touch her,” jihyo scolds.
“please,” chaeyoung murmurs, “i need her.”
“well, that’s not my problem, is it?” jihyo says, and chaeyoung shakes her head. jihyo clicks her tongue and tilts her head to the side. “use your words, chaeyoung. i know you can, you’ve been running your mouth all of practice, tormenting y/n, probably riling the poor thing up with no way of getting any relief.”
you shift where you lay, something about the way jihyo speaks to chaeyoung goes straight to your core. maybe it’s the sternness, maybe it’s the way the vein on jihyo’s neck stands out the more she scolds, maybe it’s the way she’s talking about you in that way.
she moves to kneel behind chaeyoung, that hand coming up to tug her head backwards by the hair, saying, “you like teasing her with so many people watching. it’s almost perverted, chaeyoung-ah. but you like it like that, don’t you?” jihyo smiles, staring down at you from over chaeyoung’s shoulder. “answer me.”
“yes,” chaeyoung groans, “i like it.”
“what do you like?”
“i like teasing her,” chaeyoung says, a visible flush creeping up the smooth curve of her neck. “i like doing it when she has to hide it. i like doing it when you can’t do anything about it. i like it when you’re angry. i like it when y/n is desperate. i like it when she lets me do what i want to her. i like it when she doesn’t care if people can see us.”
you can feel your cheeks burn at chaeyoung’s words, it’s filthy and yet it’s affecting you. it’s shameful and embarrassing and yet here you are, squirming and hands tied up and a pitiful whine forming in the back of your throat.
jihyo laughs, faux surprise on her face. “chaeyoung-ah,” she says, “when did i ever say you could do any of that?”
“you didn’t,” chaeyoung gasps, hands twitching at her sides.
“that’s right, i didn’t.” jihyo’s words are sickly sweet and cruel. she releases her hold on chaeyoung, telling her, “pants off.”
chaeyoung scrambles to strip herself of her pants and underwear. jihyo pulls chaeyoung in front of her, both of them kneeling between your legs before jihyo bends chaeyoung at the hips and pushes her down.
chaeyoung’s arms stop her fall and she hovers over you, her mouth falling open in surprise as jihyo harshly grips her hips. she hums, a palm running over the curve of chaeyoung’s ass.
she slides lower and slips a finger between chaeyoung’s folds, humming, “so wet, chaengie.”
it’s slick and warm, leaking out of her, and momentarily, jihyo sways out of the moment as she slips a finger inside. chaeyoung lets out a small noise, her eyes slamming shut.
“you’re so needy, chaeng,” jihyo says, her voice bordering on awed as she watches, transfixed, as she presses in and out with ease, finger already shiny with chaeyoung’s juices.
“it’s for you, all for you,” chaeyoung moans, head falling down as she shifts, a hand moving to rest on your hip, squeezing softly.
jihyo’s gaze slides up, tracing the curve of chaeyoung’s ass to the dip of her spine to the rippling muscles of her back as she squirms, bent over for jihyo.
jihyo can feel herself sinking back into it, her hand on chaeyoung’s hip moving to squeeze chaeyoung’s ass roughly. she blinks and the corner of her mouth curls into a smirk as she locks eyes with you.
“so desperate, chaengie,” jihyo murmurs, pulling her finger out of chaeyoung and tracing it over the skin of chaeyoung’s ass. her hand disappears for a second before slapping her, the noise loud and sharp. chaeyoung moans, rocking forward, her eyes screwed shut. her fingers on your hip tighten and a whimper escapes from your mouth.
“y/n, count them for me?” jihyo asks, and you nod, your core aching with need, wanting to rub your thighs together or grind on something, anything.
jihyo slaps chaeyoung again, on the other side. chaeyoung moans again and you count, “two.”
another slap.
“three.”
chaeyoung cries out, her hand holding herself up twists into the bedsheets, her nails digging into your hip. she bites down on her lip, she can feel her wetness dripping to the inside of her thigh as she whines with desperation.
the stinging in her ass hurts in the best way, with jihyo smoothing over her cheeks and shushing her, scolding her coldly, “this is what happens if you don’t do as i say, chaengie.”
then there’s another slap and you count, “four.”
chaeyoung cries out, her head turning to bite down on her arm to muffle her noises. you can see jihyo smirk down at you, realizing just what chaeyoung is doing. she clicks her tongue disapprovingly.
“if you’re that ashamed of your noises, chaeyoung, why don’t you just put your mouth to use and eat out y/n?”
your hips press upwards at the thought of it and chaeyoung nods, scooting backwards before switching to hold herself up on an elbow, her hand on your hip moving to wrap around your leg and part your folds.
chaeyoung barely pauses before licking from your entrance up to your clit.
you surge upwards, crying out in relief and stimulation. you tangle your fingers in the sheets behind you to keep them there as chaeyoung’s tongue circles your clit before sucking the bud into her mouth.
you could cry at the feeling, how overwhelming it is. you turn your head, pressing your mouth against the soft skin of your arm as chaeyoung dips lower, her tongue teasing your hole for a split second before entering, lapping up your wetness, groaning at the taste.
jihyo smiles as she watches, hands still rubbing soft circles into the angry, red skin of chaeyoung’s ass.
chaeyoung slips her arm from around your leg to slide two fingers inside of you.
“fuck!” you cry out, clenching hard around chaeyoung as your back arches.
there’s a loud, hard slap and chaeyoung nearly screams, her mouth falling open against you.
“five,” you choke out, even though you’re half-convinced jihyo isn’t listening.
jihyo reaches out, digging her fingers in chaeyoung’s hair to pull her head off of you, nearly growling, “did i say you could use fingers?”
“no,” chaeyoung groans, her half-lidded eyes staring down at you.
“then why did you?”
“i need her,” chaeyoung cries, “i wanna fuck her, i wanna make her come. i’ve been waiting so long, please, just let me fuck her.”
“no,” jihyo says and reaches down grabbing chaeyoung’s hand, pulling her out of you.
you whimper at the loss, your hips shifting. jihyo spares you a glance and says, “i know, baby, it’ll feel good in a second, okay? thank you for being so patient.”
jihyo maneuvers chaeyoung’s hand to her back, low on her spine. jihyo keeps one hand holding it there and her other reaches to lightly rub chaeyoung’s shoulder.
“color, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo prompts.
“green,” chaeyoung murmurs.
“good, thank you,” jihyo says quietly and ducks to press a kiss to the middle of chaeyoung’s back before straightening and slapping her ass again, just as hard as the last time, and chaeyoung screams.
“six,” you say and jihyo grins at you, her hand rubbing over chaeyoung’s stinging skin.
“so good for me, y/n, doing just what i say.” she reaches down with her second hand—the first still pressing chaeyoung’s hand against her back—and wretches chaeyoung’s head up to look at you. “see, chaeyoung-ah, this is how good girls behave. this is how obedience works, you do what i say and i make you feel good. you don’t do what i say, and i spank you until you cry, understood?”
chaeyoung whimpers in response, and jihyo tightens her hold, saying in a low voice, “words, i need words. do you understand me or not?”
“i understand, i understand,” chaeyoung cries out in a broken voice.
“good, now eat y/n out like the fucking slut you are,” jihyo growls and releases her hold on chaeyoung’s hair.
chaeyoung is on you instantly, sucking and working her tongue on your clit.
you moan, hips pressing upwards, forcing chaeyoung to adjust, her second arm jerking towards your hips until her can grip you hip, her elbow pressing into the mattress with the weight of her upper body.
jihyo can’t deny just how much she likes chaeyoung like this, essentially a rag doll, ass in the air and face in your pussy, eating you out like she’s starving.
jihyo slides her hand between chaeyoun’s thighs, slipping a finger into her entrance. chaeyoung groans against you as jihyo presses that spot deep inside of her.
the coil in your stomach tightens the longer chaeyoung laps at your pussy, whimpering and whining around your clit as jihyo continues fucking her slowly.
you get even closer to the edge, your head pressing against the side of your arm, moaning and squirming underneath chaeyoung. jihyo slips her fingers out of chaeyoung to roughly circle her clit, the slickness making it easy.
chaeyoung’s body seizes above you, her nails digging into your hip so hard it borders on painful, her tongue faltering momentarily before she resumes her ministrations on your clit, somehow growing more and more desperate the more jihyo pushes her to her orgasm.
“i’m close,” you choke out, hands gripping the silk tie, tugging at it as your hips press upwards. jihyo grins at you, releasing chaeyoung’s hand from her back to insert two fingers inside her soaked pussy, sliding in easily. chaeyoung moans right as she sucks your clit into her mouth. you feel the vibrations of her noise on your clit and your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your back arching off the mattress as the coil in your stomach explodes. your body tenses, your hands pulling the silk ties taut, your legs trying to hard to snap closed around chaeyoung’s head.
chaeyoung pulls away to watch you come, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“i didn’t say you could stop,” jihyo says, fucking harshly into chaeyoung, who ducks her head back down and continues licking at your clit despite you still being mid-orgasm. you moan brokenly, sensitivity making your body spasm and tense.
chaeyoung is close to her own orgasm, the way jihyo’s fingers press against all the right places, her fingers working her clit, the sting in her ass that hasn’t quite faded—all of it pushes her closer and closer. she just needs a little more, she whines helplessly against you, starting to fuck herself backwards on jihyo’s fingers. just a little more, until she—
jihyo pulls out of her entirely and chaeyoung moans in anguish, crying out, “no, no, please, jihyo, please, i wanna come, please.”
“too bad,” jihyo says, hands on chaeyoung’s hips, guiding her into position before pulling back and slapping her ass once again. chaeyoung gasps, rocking forward.
“how many is that, y/n?” jihyo asks.
“seven,” you say, your voice dazed and eyes half-lidded as you watch chaeyoung press her face against the inside of your thigh. her mouth and chin are shiny with your juices, her eyes glassy and staring at your pussy in desire. you shift and turn your gaze to jihyo, who glances at you and smiles softly.
“feeling ready for more?” she asks and you nod. she hums and rubs chaeyoung’s ass. “color, chaeyoung-ah?”
“green,” chaeyoung murmurs, voice husky with need.
“eat her out,” jihyo orders, her voice betraying a hint of gentleness as chaeyoung adjusts her position, legs moving further back and slightly wider.
you moan at the first stripe of chaeyoung’s tongue on you, one of her hands still holding your hips down and the other moving to slide her index finger in you, twisting to curl up and press that spot that makes your toes curl into the sheets. chaeyoung adds another finger and you moan at the feeling.
jihyo makes a tutting noise and you gasp, frantically saying, “no, jihyo, please, let her fuck me, i need it, she feels so good.”
jihyo’s mouth twitches as she considers, watching how your eyes widen, cheeks and neck flushed red, your hands tugging on the silk tie binding you to the bed. your desperation is cute, but it’s the way that you moan as chaeyoung’s fingers thrust deeper that convinces jihyo.
“okay,” she says and goes with it, gently praising, “look at you, y/n-nie, taking her fingers so well.”
there’s a brief pause as jihyo watches chaeyoung fuck you, her thrusts and tongue slowly growing in speed.
“i wonder if you can take another,” jihyo prompts.
you nod, groaning, “i can.”
chaeyoung smiles against you, her fingers slipping out only to push back in with three. she curls them upwards and you moan, your pussy stretching to accommodate.
“that’s my good girl,” jihyo coos. “letting chaeyoung fuck you so well. how does it feel?”
“good,” you gasp, hands straining against the ties. “fuck, it feels so good.”
jihyo hums again, her hand drifting closer to chaeyoung’s core, close enough to brush against her. chaeyoung whines, her hips moving back, seeking relief. jihyo indulges her momentarily, a finger swiping through her folds to flick up and down on her clit.
chaeyoung moans against you, her fingers thrusting roughly, making your eyes slam closed as your hip surge upwards. it’s intoxicating, the sheer need that rolls of chaeyoung, the way jihyo rolls her clit between her fingers only serving to encourage chaeyoung in fucking you harder.
jihyo’s index finger slips from chaeyoung’s clit to her entrance, dipping shallowly inside before slipping out and tracing around. chaeyoung whines, her voice high-pitched and airy as her hips pressing against jihyo’s hand on her hip, unable to grind backwards for more friction.
it feels like your orgasm comes sooner this time as you gasp and writhe, moans tumbling out of your mouth as chaeyoung pushes you to the edge. she doesn’t even stop, fingers curling inside of you and sucking your clit in her mouth, and your second orgasm crashes into you.
your eyes squeeze closed, your mouth falling open as your back arches once again, hips grinding desperately as chaeyoung fucks you straight through it, maybe even harder. jihyo continues just barely teasing her, a finger barely on her clit, more of an idea than anything.
it’s mesmerizing, the way your hands tug hopelessly on the silk ties, body convulsing, crying out as chaeyoung just keeps fucking you, her hips wanting more from jihyo.
jihyo reaches down to grip chaeyoung’s hair at the root to pull her away from you, her second hand drifting from her pussy to her back, guiding it into an arch underneath her. “let y/n come down,” jihyo murmurs softly, her hand rubbing chaeyoung’s back, nails scratching softly.
chaeyoung cries in jihyo’s hold, slipping her fingers out of you obediently. you let out a low whine at the loss, and your chest heaves as the last of your orgasm finally fades.
jihyo’s hand runs from chaeyoung’s back to her pussy, entering her roughly with two fingers. chaeyoung cries out, her eyes slamming closed as jihyo fucks her hard and fast, letting go of her hair to reach around and rub harshly at her clit. chaeyoung tenses, rocking herself backward to fuck herself on jihyo’s fingers in time with her thrusts. her own hand finds your clit, her thumb rubbing mindlessly on it. you clench your teeth, groaning, hands straining on the ties as your body shudders.
almost too soon after jihyo starts fucking chaeyoung, she backs off completely and chaeyoung moans pathetically, calling out, “no, jihyo, please, keep going.”
without a word, jihyo climbs off the bed and picks up another item from the top of her nightstand. you turn your head and watch as she puts on the harness for her strap. a laugh escapes you as you watch her slide the dildo into place. she picks up the bottle of lube and squeezes some into hand, lathering it on the dildo as she gets back on the bed, crawling back behind chaeyoung.
“please,” chaeyoung mewls desperately. You laugh again, chaeyoung’s hopeless oblivion about what’s to come almost cute as her thumb keeps working against your clit, the last of your laugh turning into a moan at a particularly rough stroke when jihyo runs the dildo through chaeyoung’s folds. chaeyoung moans when she realizes what it is, her hips grinding down in need.
“color?” jihyo asks.
“green.” chaeyoung’s voice is ruined with need, whiny and begging for it.
jihyo enters chaeyoung roughly, not bothering to let chaeyoung get used to the size. chaeyoung cries out, her head pressing against your thigh as jihyo’s hands hold onto her hips, pulling back out only to bury herself to the hilt once again. chaeyoung’s groan breaks off into a silent scream, her mouth falling open and jihyo sets a rough pace, a hand reaching out to push her head down to your dripping pussy.
“you know what to do, chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo grunts and chaeyoung’s tongue is back on you, licking and sucking your clit messily, whining at the back of her throat from jihyo’s relentless pounding.
it’s when one of jihyo’s hands moves from chaeyoung’s hip to rub at her clit that the stimulation gets to be overwhelming, pushing her close to tears just before jihyo pulls out and palms her ass roughly. she slaps her hard and growls, “how many, y/n?”
chaeyoung lets out a choked sob against you, wetness dripping out of her, her tongue on your clit never stopping as you choke out, “eight,” the edge of your orgasm creeping up yet again.
“good girl,” jihyo says and shoves her strap back into chaeyoung. she lets out a cry, her nails digging into your hip as your back arches with jihyo’s praise, the gentleness contrasting her movements to such a degree it’s hard to keep track.
chaeyoung can feel her orgasm approaching quickly, the feel of jihyo’s strap fucking into her roughly, the way jihyo’s hips hit her backside with every thrust, the noise of it filthy in chaeyoung’s ears. she laps at your pussy, addicted to the taste, the way jihyo wants her like this, pleasuring you, pushing you to orgasm. jihyo’s strap stretches her out, hitting every inch of her walls. it’s mind-numbingly overwhelming in the greatest way, the fogginess of her brain only making sense of how good it feels to be jihyo’s toy, completely hers to use, to get you off as tears fill her eyes.
so of course jihyo disappears a second later, pulling out completely and never thrusting back, her chest heaving as she halts her movements. she sits back on her heels as chaeyoung cries out, her orgasm just within reach but not quite there. she cries out against you, tears spilling over and down her cheeks as her walls clench on nothing, her clit swollen with unsatiated need.
jihyo laughs, watching how you moan brokenly; chaeyoung amidst her anguish still pathetically working at your clit, needing to make you feel good.
it’s when you start losing track of how many times you’ve come that you can barely make sense of anything other than jihyo’s words, murmuring softly, “you’re doing so well, y/n-nie, coming so many times for us, just as we asked.”
your mouth hangs opens, body spasming in oversensitivity as chaeyoung keeps going yet again, not letting you come down all the way. “please,” you whine, your voice broken and ruined, “i can’t.” you’re only half aware of what you’re saying as you beg, “too much, please.”
jihyo hums, slowing her thrusts down as she runs her hands over chaeyoung’s back. she watches your body convulse on the bed, hands gripping the silk ties tightly as your hips twitch away from chaeyoung’s greedy mouth.
“one more,” jihyo tells you softly. “chaeyoung-ah, be a good girl and make y/n come one last time and i’ll let you come too.”
chaeyoung whines long and loud, eating you out with a renewed fervor. you scream, back arching off the bed with a sob, the intensity of chaeyoung sucking your clit into her mouth making you groan and shake on the bed, your feet digging into the bed as chaeyoung never lets up.
your orgasm hits you almost out of the blue, the sheer force of it making you black out for a split second as your entire body tenses, muscle contracting and flexing as your mouth drops open, ragged moans spilling out in time with how your body shudders.
before it fades, jihyo leans further over chaeyoung, angling her strap in such a way that she hits just perfectly deep inside chaeyoung to make her gasp and moan. jihyo slides a hand around chaeyoung’s waist to rub at her clit harshly, making chaeyoung’s arms collapse out from under her. she lands on top of you, her forehead on your stomach as jihyo doesn’t stop, roughly fucking into chaeyoung, grunting with the force of her thrusts.
chaeyoung can feel the coil in her stomach tightening, her orgasm in sight yet again. Her tears never let up with how good it feels as she’s pushed closer and closer. jihyo keeps going, grunting out “come for me, chaeyoung-ah,” and a sob rips its way out of chaeyoung’s chest as her orgasm crescendos into her, everything going blank for a long moment as every bit of pressure explodes low in her stomach, waves of continuous pleasure crashing into her throughout her body.
and when her body finally falls limp, jihyo pulls out carefully, apologizing quietly when chaeyoung whimpers.
you watch through glassy eyes as jihyo takes the strap off and places it on the nightstand before leaving and coming back a minute later with two glasses of water. she sets them down on the nightstand as well, then gets back on the bed to guide chaeyoung on her back and at the head of the bed next to you.
chaeyoung rolls onto her side, tucking her head in the space between your shoulder and neck. you wrap an arm around her shoulders and tug her closer, pressing a kiss to her head. jihyo smiles at you and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss of her own to your cheek, before doing the same to chaeyoung.
“i have water for you both right here,” jihyo says quietly, her voice warm and kind. “is there anything else i can get for you?”
“hold me?” chaeyoung asks in a small voice and jihyo does so immediately, moving in behind chaeyoung to spoon her. you lift your arm off of her so jihyo can press in against chaeyoung, her arm reaching over to rest on your stomach. your arm comes back down, this time wrapping around jihyo’s shoulders.
chaeyoung sighs, relaxing into the both of you as she murmurs, “we should do that again, sometime.”
#so silly!!!#lowk regretting my double major#twice#twice smut#chaeyoung x reader x jihyo#twice x reader#jihyo#chaeyoung#chaeyoung x reader#jihyo x reader#twice imagines#gg smut#f!reader#dom!jihyo
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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲.. 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨...
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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤.
𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐤. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝.
𝐈𝐬𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞.
"...𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮.." 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐛 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.
𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦.
"𝐂𝐨𝐣𝐞𝐦𝐞.."
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐝 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬.
𝐈𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭.
"𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲..?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫.
"𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭–" 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩, 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝.
"𝐍-𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐞𝐝𝐨!" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬. 𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.
"𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.."
𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 on 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.
𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐀 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧���� 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐈𝐬𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐚 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲.
𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲. 𝐁𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐲, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭.
𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧❤︎
𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘! 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔼𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕠𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥! ℍ𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕕!♡
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i get so needy when i see nayeon’s hands, her fingers are so long… i can only imagine how it would feel to have them inside of me curling at the right spot while she nibbles my neck…
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The Tale Of The Bloodline | TWICE MiSaMo (Mina, Sana & Momo) x M/F Reader- CHAPTER 11: “The Myoui's Acknowledgment Celebration Goes Wrong”
I'm back!
I know I've said this when I updated the TWICE x Reader one-shot book on my actual return, but lemme do this as I began to revive all my works that were left undone during my hiatus.
Speaking of hiatus, I'm sorry if yours truly took months of break away from writing. Your boy wasn't been treated well by the world but you know, you gotta find ways to keep on going and nevermind everything that's stopping you from making your life goes on, right?
Anyways, let's get these right back up as here you go, it's been since last year when I last updated this book, and boyyy the story is about to expand more as what's also been going on with The Bloodline's storyline right now in WWE (which is fucking fantastic again, if yall gonna ask me what I have to say about it. Can't wait for WrestleMania XL btw!)
I hope you enjoy the return of The Holy Trinity back in the ring to continue the tale, everyone!
PREVIOUSLY ON TTOTB CHAPTER 9 [The Reason Why]...
"Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna take that "Honorary"away, and I'm gonna make her our official Bloodline's muse." Yuta said as he points out at Sana's scarf around her neck, with YN now back at being seriousness even though the glimpse of how he surrendered herself from Sana's irresistable effect is still visible.
YN gave Yuta an incomprehensible look, muttering "You can't be serious, cous?!" but Yuta just nodded back at him and points his head. "Use the time well, think wisely."
"Well ladies and gentlemen, I think The Empire Chief has called an end to this segment. Please catch your Empire Chief LIVE and in person from all around the world next time on Friday Night Knockdown." Jinyoung said as he gave his closing remark in regards to The Bloodline, doing a mic drop before the arena played Yuta's theme again.
The show ended with The Bloodline as Yuta walked out on the ring first followed by Jinyoung, Mina, and Momo until YN and Sana were the last ones. Sana gave a cheeky smile on him in which he blushed before quickly rolling his eyes back and ignoring her to hid it away.
1 WEEK LATER | November 4, 2022
The camera switches to the Bloodline members gathered around in their locker room. Momo is in her usual pose, elbows tucked against each other along with her poker face, Mina with her cool demeanor, YN with the angst and Sana looking hyper as ever.
"Girls, we are rolling, we are rolling, we are ROLLINGGG!!! Oh, The Bloodline is rolling right now!" Sana exclaimed in glee. "Roman is current handling business on his own..."
"Yup." Mina goes along with Sana's speech, responding to the words she's saying while nodding her head at the vibe.
"So are you girls against BLACKPINK..."
"Yeah."
"And when you do, you girls were on the verge of breaking the all-time record as the longest Tag Team Champions in the history! You're there!" Sana clapped as she gave much emphasis at how important the last words should mean for the twins who are gonna face BLACKPINK tonight for the said mission.
"Yeah we're near there, and that means we're about to go out there right now and tell BLACKPINK what's about to happen tomorrow when they mess at us!" YN answered. Sana paused for a second as she looked confused. Mina and Momo looked at you too.
"With there? At the ring?"
"Right now."
Sana snorted and nervously laughs before proceeding to speak. "Uhm, YN... we talked about it okay?..."
Another complain coming from the Honorary Muse, blocking away your intention to do what you think is the right thing to do. That prompted you to remove the Tag Title belts on your shoulder frustratingly as blood began to boil again on your head.
"...and I feel like we're making some absolute progress here hmm?" Sana continued as you tried to intimidatingly staredown at her while waiting for her to finish talking. Mina is just watched the two's tension starting to grow again between each other.
"Can you please not do that? Going out there in the ring? There's no need the reason for it, the match is made, you get a good night sleep, you go beat BLACKPINK, you go on the record that's right there at the corner. There's no reason-" Sana's enumeration got interrupted when YN burst out the anomaly spotted behind those lines.
"Okay okay, so just because you're only one step ahead on becoming an official muse of The Bloodline, you think you're in change of me?" YN mocks Sana. Mina and Momo are just guarding them stressfully. "Because of what Yuta said huh? Hey, check this out: this ain't no Bloodline thing, it's exclusive only as The Myouis thing. We are tag team champions before you, and we will be still the tag team championship long after you're gone, Sana.", you pointed at her.
Sana only stared at you seriously who nudges your elbow at the back of Mina's arm to signal yourselves that they have to leave. As you disappeared at the scene, it left Mina looking at Sana apologetically.
"He's got a point, Sha." Mina's lips tilted and she shrugged before she departed too.
Sana and Momo were the ones left remaining inside the locker room. "Wait, Mina please don't go, girls don't go..." Sana beggingly tried to call their attention but went no effect.
"Why why why...oh well, they're gone." She slumped her hands on her waist, head bowing down in disappointment.
Meanwhile, The Myouis exit backstage to appear inside the arena, making their entrance to the ramp as they are scheduled for a segment tonight in the ring. They posed and bragged with their Tag Team Titles on the ropes before they grabbed microphones eached for their speech to be heard.
As their theme ended, it revealed the echoing boos from the crowd they received. The twins remained nonchalant, as it's part of being their bad guy routine anyway to piss people off but still remain undeniable.
"HEY HEY, THE BLOODLINE IS NOW IN YOUR CITY!!!" You shouted before you raised your finger to the sky followed by Mina to perform the signature gesture of your stable.
"Hey, brother / sister, we are on our way baby" Mina said to you with a large interested grin plastered in her face.
"To what?"
"We are on way to a history-making when it starts tomorrow night at Crystal Doom as the longest reigning Tag Team Champions EVER!" Mina clarified, hitting a preview for the viewers for what's most likely about to come this coming Saturday as they go on a fight with BLACKPINK in another pay-per-view event.
The crowd was divided in the chant, some are continously throwing boos while others began mentioning the unintentional joke that Sana made you embarassed and almost laugh at how silly it is.
You rolled your eyes at that flashback and avoided your gaze away at the crowd as shyness starts to become evident on your expression. "And it all starts with BLACKPINK. Yeah, that color group because YOU THE TWOS, AND WE... THE... ONES!" Both you and Mina proudly raised your fingers again before the crowd got uplifted as the titantron and the theme of MAMAMOO played in the arena.
The Myouis gazed annoyingly at the stage, watching the duo Solar and Moonbyul make their way into the ring.
"Hold up hold up hold up..." Solar was the first to speak while they're walking.
"Let's pump the brakes right now." Moonbyul followed.
"Slow it down...
"Take a second..."
"Just stop, stop..." Solar tells the twins. "At Crystal Doom, it's gonna be The Myouis vs. The BLACKPINK for the Japan Federation Tag Team Championships, and to be honest... we all root for BLACKPINK." she made it clear who they despise as they reached the ringside and approach the steel stairs.
They entered the ring, and stepped foot in front of The Myouis letting them talk their talk. "But if there's some Bloodline luck on yall and win against BLACKPINK then retain those titles, then we need you both to understand one thing." Moonbyul said as Mina following her glares.
"When you're on that plane, flying back home, as soon as you both got back down and step here in Japanese soil, you will have the longest reigning World Tag Team Champions waiting to tear you both from limb to limb in order to protect our legacy!"
The crowd cheered. Mina and YN nodded and smirking impressively at their challenge while being too boastful deep inside of them that they're just gonna be another obstacle to pass in their journey.
"In other words, we got next!" Solar simplified their plans in one sentence. They want the turn for the titles.
Moonbyul raises her mic to make the crowd cheering for their team name to be heard louder. Mina and YN mocked them as they presented the titles gripped around their hands. They went away from the microphones and traded barbed words at each other off mic as things slowly get fuming up between the two most legendary tag team in the company's modern history.
In the middle of their confrontation, it was surprisingly interrupted by a sudden blindside attack by BLACKPINK who hit both Mina and YN on their backs, sending them down on the mat.
Rosé and Jisoo are now standing face to face with Moonbyul and Solar who met their arrival.
After seconds of silence and staredown, their minds had one thing in common, and their intrusive thought won as each pair attacks The Myouis. Moonbyul and Jisoo is stomping YN while Solar and Rosé is doing the same thing on Mina.
"MAMAMOO and BLACKPINK are teaming up against The Myouis!" commentator Knight Yoo calls the scenario on the ring.
"Both in kahoots with their common enemies!" his partner Lee Kwang-soo added a remark as they watch the ongoing outnumbered advantage of attacks being given to The Myouis.
That didn't last long when Minatozaki Sana and Hirai Momo of The Bloodline came down rushing to the ramp to help their members.
MAMAMOO turned around as they noticed additional footsteps from behind. They were then met by a strong clothesline by The Fighting Machine of The Bloodline.
Sana then charged at Rosé and the two traded hits around their bodies. Jisoo then ran at Momo and cradled her from behind, trapping her into a choke.
Momo grunted as she uses her full strength to push Jisoo upwards until she got placed on top on her shoulders before being slammed down hard on the ring.
Sana dodged Rosé's hit and pushed her towards Momo who greeted her with a loud superkick straight to the face.
Momo is completely decimating the chaos in the ring. She picks up Jisoo and throws her out of the ring through the ropes while Mina goes for a superkick also on Moonbyul.
Joining your twin, you superkicked Solar also as soon as she got right back up on her feet, having her rolled out of the ring. All of The Bloodline members remained and the only enemy they have left with them is Rosè who is still hurting from Momo's superkick.
They all pointed at the poor helpless fighter. Momo and Sana picks up Rosé while you and Mina readied yourselves in a distance. They pushed her to receive a thunderous double superkick from The Myouis.
Rosé was knocked out while The Bloodline marches around the ring to boast at everyone watching who owns the show and who is on the top here.
Sana then directed Mina and YN to climb up to the ropes to do one more devastating assault. They followed the Honorary Muse and they both prepared to jump high for a double frog splash down through Rosé's broken body.
However, it didn't happen when thankfully Jisoo came back in for a rescue and this time in a much more effective way. Bringing the classic strong style in her, she brought a steel chair with her and quickly smashes it on Momo and Sana before she scares off The Myouis out from the turnbuckles.
She was so distracted that she didn't realized that Momo came back up and surprises her with a superkick to shut her off. She they hurriedly hooks Jisoo and performs her finisher Spinning Momo as she slams her hard again on the ring.
Momo lets out a battlecry before she checks upon her co-members. "And tonight, The Bloodline unifies. Tonight, on the same page. Tonight, protecting the family." Knight Yoo reacted.
The Bloodline members rolled out of the ring, leaving the damage they have done on their opponents as they end their segment for this week's episode of Knockdown.
3 DAYS LATER | November 7, 2022
Following Monday Night War, The Bloodline opened the show with the still defending Japan Federation World Tag Team Champions The Myouis with Hirai Momo successfully defended the titles against BLACKPINK this past Saturday at Crystal Doom pay-per-view event held in the Philippines.
They were interrupted by MAMAMOO who still has scores to settle against them after receiving attacks last Friday night.
"Ladies and gentlemen, in just 4 days on Friday night, you are looking at the longest Japan World Tag Team Champions in history defending our reign against the current Tag Team Champions, The Myouis." Moonbyul confirmed to everybody about their upcoming match this week with them.
"But... but... listen to us when we say you both the truth that after match, we will become the champions once again and most importantly, our reign of 483 days before will never be broken." Moonbyul smirked.
"Look, wait... we gave yall your promise right? Hell of a tag team."
"Also record-breakers." YN agreed to his/her sister.
"Breaking down barriers..."
"And multiple tag team champions too." They kept continuing on mentioning MAMAMOO's accomplishments before. "You know, I'm proud of yall."
"I'm really proud too."
"Yeah, and these people must be so proud of yall too." Mina included the crowd who proved her thoughts correct as they cheered. "Even me would be so proud, it must have feel so great to become... the SECOND greatest tag-team champions of all time."
Mina laughed as the crowd switched into boos.
"Wait, did they said 'second best'?" Moonbyul asked with a weirded reaction. "You two must have forgotten: we still hold the record, so that means YOU are chasing US." She said as she pointed back and forth at them to theirs.
"That means you're chasing the girls who built this place from ground to up. You two are chasing the girls who changed what Tag Team wrestling should be in Japan. Lastly, you two are chasing us who are first-generational superstars." Moonbyul referred to their team.
"You see, you all had people cuddling and holding you two around teaching you how to do this. You both got tryouts baaed from what your families did before you!" Moonbyul continued to spit some facts against their famous rivals. YN and Mina are getting sour at their reality check.
"You two have built your legacy from the backs of your cousins, your uncles, your fathers, grandfathers while WE built our legacy from our OWN BACKS!" The crowd then cheered louder at how harshly true she's beginning to be.
"You don't know about the pressure we've been on before!" Mina argued back, not letting theirselves getting humiliated. "What do you know about pressure, huh? What do you know about making a name for yourself, coming from a family like ours!"
"They don't!" YN assisted. "Yall have never been in the ring with our family before!"
"Nope!"
"Do you know who belongs in the ring here with you now?"
"Talk to them!"
"It's the perfect definition of what two tag-team are!"
"Yeah!"
"Since day one, we the ones!"
"Yeah!"
"YN and Mina... we are THE MYOUIS!!!" YN exclaimed as loud as he/she can get to release the fire building up inside of him/her.
"NOW THAT'S PRESSURE!" Mina bragged about the intensity of the exchange of their lines to slap back against these two biggest haters of their careers in front of them. The crowd were very impressed at their mic skills and how they were able to return back the favor after being destroyed by Solar and Moonbyul earlier.
Moonbyul stepped forward and eyed sharply at both YN and Mina. "Do. Not. Speak. To. Us. Like. You. Know. What. Pressure. Is.
PRESSURE is when you are roaming at the backstage, not knowing if you'll get fired someday. PRESSURE is when you want to try other things outside of this company just to see if it'll work and provide you higher rate of survival in your daily life. PRESSURE is when you put three of the most important women together in one team only to get booed at first, so don't you both dare speak to us like YOU KNOW WHAT REAL PRESSURE FEELS LIKE!"
The crowd is getting wild from their positive reactions at the sight of this masterclass of a segment between these two professional teams going personal within each other.
Moonbyul and Solar heard their names being chanted and they appreciated it wholeheartedly. "Do you hear that? Because they know what we've been through. That all those pressure has what turned us into DIAMONDS!"
"DIAMONDS? You talking about those diamonds in your crown?" Mina retorted, referring to when Moonbyul won a tournament before and crowned as the 'Queen of the Battleground' only to get destroyed by The Bloodline, especially Yuta Nakamoto who smashed her accessories.
"Those diamonds must be those jewels that our cousin Yuta Nakamoto stomped in?" Mina and YN scoffed and chuckled as they teased Moonbyul who is getting offended.
"Poor you, cuz look at us, we got the real diamonds around here now!" Mina and YN then raised their title belts above.
"And about you, Solar..." YN focused on her this time after being quiet while letting her friend Moonbyul talk about their frustrations. Solar's attention got taken, as she stares directly at YN.
"If we haven't forfeited in that turmoil years ago, there will never be a WrestleTopia moment for you!" The crowd ooh-ed at how brutal that fact was. The Myouis were talking about that moment 3 years ago when they were babyface at that time, they helped Solar win the whole gauntlet match by forfeiting their spot so that she can advantage on the last opponent in which she won and granted her a world title match at the main event of WrestleTopia. Months later, she won and had her first world title win.
"Remember that? We gave you that chance and that moment! Having your kids running around and taking pictures with you, so you're welcome Solar!" YN sarcastically told her. "As a matter of fact, don't even show up on Friday. Just stay home with your kids and let us do what we always do."
Solar sneezed and shook her head before replying to YN. "Stay home with my kids, huh. What kind of mother would I be if I chose to forfeit such an important match from the likes of... you?"
YN got insulted, her smirk shrinked. "You don't understand what this reign means for us. For yall it's just another accomplishment, another championship but for us, this represents us back in the times when we started with a lame concept that nobdoy should've ever overcame that, BUT WE DID!
It represents a time when we come for work, clawing and scratching all we have just to fight to attain a resemblance of what a success of team should be like for this industry, all to be told by many that we suck but we did that!
And lastly, it represents a time... that might be the last time that us, MAMAMOO as whole who will elevate you in the process so... no. We will not forfeit in this match just to let yall continue to reign."
Solar and Moonbyul has made their final decision, dropping their mics as well as The Myouis who has no other chouce but to accept the determination and bravery of these two tp step on the plate and challenge them for one of the richest prize in the industry.
They raised the title belts and they all looked up at it, mesmerized and motivated that either of them will become a champion this Friday night on their showdown.
4 DAYS LATER | November 11, 2022
The Bloodline once again opens up the show but this time, for this weeks Friday Night Knockdown and it is understandable when the people know that it has been announced that tonight, The Empire Chief is gonna pay another city a visit to lead a "Bloodline Acknowledgment Ceremony" for The Myouis once they win against MAMAMOO (in which they did, making them now the longest reigning Tag Team Champs of all time earlier at the show), and for them to...
"...RECOGNIZE ME!" Yuta Nakamoto yelled on his command, making the rest of The Bloodline (except for Sana who is absent for a day-off due to personal matters) and most of the crowd raising their ones to the sky for the current World Champion.
YN felt a weird reflex when your head moved on it's way and your eyes lingered around, someone's missing beside you. You realized that Sana wasn't there. Furrowing your eyebrows, it had your perplexed why of all the members of your group, she's the one you sought to find first.
The special adviser for The Bloodline, Park Jinyoung took the opportunity to speak next about the topic he has in store for the public. You shook your head to focus yourself back on the most relevant subject here. "Ladies and gentlemen, your Empire Chief and I were having a discussion on the private jet flying onto this hellhole..." The crowd of Yokohama then booed loudly at him for insulting their city. Jinyoung was shocked as he spun around to witness the whole audience hating him.
He went silent to enjoy the whiny voice echoing around the arena before proceeding to speak. "MAMAMOO vs The Myouis is not a good sports rivalry. MAMAMOO aren't gonna compare to The Myouis. No team can! The longest reigning tag team champions in the history lives on the Island Of Relevancy and now, MAMAMOO has been cast out of the Ocean of Obsecurity like any other beings who stepped up against The Empire Chief... Tbe Highness Of The Land... and your Japan Combat Federation World Champion, Yuta Nakamoto."
Jinyoung said, praising the stable he's managing. He then passed the mic on Yuta after gesturing him to do so.
"It's not easy to be my cousin. Our whole lives, everyone has been acknowledging me for my greatness. And honestly, I never thought I'll see this moment to come." Yuta said as he walked back and forth on delivering his speech. "YN... Mina..."
Yuta paused when they heard the theme of BLACKPINK play, ruining their celebration.
Rosé and Jisoo came out with microphones in their hand.
"You see, we're sick of The Bloodline using numbers game every week." Rosé spoke up. "Well, tonight... it's fight night! And we... got some backup."
A familar theme hits the speakers, causing the crowd to erupt in joy. Rosé and Jisoo got hyped up to see a close friend return in one piece.
Lisa Manoban confidently makes her appearance, with a bandage wrapped around her arm.
"It is indeed fight night! The woman who The Bloodline took out of action with a fractured elbow is back!" Knight Yoo exclaimed on the commentary.
She began to speak, but the crowd nor even The Bloodline can hear what she's saying. The microphone is having a technical difficulty, but Lisa kept on continuing to speak through stutters.
Yuta laughed out loud. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA what is this? Y-you can't even get the microphone work, I mean come on! What are you gonna do now?"
Lisa sighed and got a little bit pissed off at the technical team for embarassing her at her return but she just placed it aside and walked with Rosé and Jisoo on the ramp, approaching the ring.
"You see, Yuta..." Lisa's voice is now loud and clear. "I have no problem saying it to your face when the truth of the matter is that..."
Rosé and Jisoo instead sprinted through the ring as Lisa secretly tasked them to get distracted. She follows her friends as BLACKPINK collided with The Myouis while she went forward against Hirai Momo.
Yuta Nakamoto disgustingly watched the whole mess around him before he decided to join the fray by stomping on Jisoo. It has became a 4 on 3 assault, with The Bloodline slowly punishing BLACKPINK.
Yuta was about to boast the domination they're having in the ring but he got interrupted when the titantron plays the theme of "The Korean Warrior" Kim Jennie, eliciting another loud cheers from the fans.
All reactions from The Bloodline was shock and disbelief as they didn't expect that Jennie would help her former friends, but little did they know that because of the assault and what they did on Lisa's elbow a month ago has made BLACKPINK to change from heels to babyfaces in order to battle against The Bloodline.
Mina came rushing on Jennie but she presented her with a big boot, then rapidly rushed through the ring before YN approaches her next, only to receive a beadbutt.
Jennie then goes face to face with the woman who costs her the World Championship back at her homeland in Clash In The Combat months ago, Hirai Momo. The two stares down at each other before they unloaded exchange blows at one another.
Momo slapped Jennie hard but she bounced back on the ropes and clotheslined Momo. She then received a sneaky big boot by Yuta who was watching their fight.
Yuta then knuckled Jennie's top of the head until Lisa gets back up and spun Yuta around, turning his attention on her as she passed couple of hits around his face.
He then stopped her attacks by wrapping her around the waist and carried her on the turnbuckle to unleash some bumps on her midsection. The rest of the Bloodline and BLACKPINK then went on to continue attacking each other around the ring, giving the viewers a possible hint of a future feud and a match to come.
The show ends with the security and backstage personnels arrive in the ring to break up the brawl beween The Bloodline and BLACKPINK as the time runs out to air.
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f/o who rolls their eyes listening to you whine about your sudden fast food craving at 11pm and just scoops u up plops u in their car and drives u there no questions asked while letting you play whatever music you want on the radio 🤭💖
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KINKTOBER DAY EIGHT
werewolf! jeongyeon x reader | prompts were monsterfucking and inaccurately big cock | Y/N uses she/her and has female anatomy | jeongyeon has a dick | WC: 2273 | up late because i felt i wouldnt be doing it justice to only make it <1000 words
WARNING: MONSTERFUCKING
MINORS DNI
Jeongyeon was nothing but a sweetheart. She loved Y/N with her whole heart and was good at making sure Y/N knew that. Baking treats for her, cuddling with her after a long day, spoiling her with gifts, whatever Y/N wanted. Y/N was forever grateful for her girlfriend's affection, always trying to return the favor.
Which is why Y/N doesn't believe Jeongyeon when she has to nervously admit she's a fucking werewolf.
First off, Y/N didn't know they were even real. She thought they were a creature of fiction, something purely to scare children. Second, Jeongyeon of all people? Her sweetheart of a girlfriend?
The more she thought about it, though, the more sense it seemed to make. The way Jeongyeon would decline dates seemingly out of the blue, the scratches on the walls in her apartment too large for her cat to make, and especially not her tiny dogs.
Jeongyeon had explained a few things, namely that she was scared Y/N would run away if Jeongyeon had mentioned it before and that she didn’t eat people or anything. She still had control of herself, it was just limited by overpowering instinct. She would keep herself locked in her apartment with a muzzle on the full moon, just in case someone came to the door. She couldn’t even open the door, but it was just a precaution.
“..Can I see it?” Y/N muttered after all had been cleared up. “Like, your werewolf form.”
“What?” Jeongyeon choked out, eyes widening at the question. “No, no, I don’t want to hurt you. That’s too dangerous.”
“I mean.. You said you had a muzzle, right? And you said you were still yourself just.. Werewolf.” she responded.
“Yes.” Jeongyeon answered, anxiously looking around the room.
“I- Yes. That’s all true, but I.. I get excited.” she said, eyes looking anywhere but Y/N’s as she finished her sentence.
“..Horny?” Y/N said.
“That sounds like a bonus.” Y/N responded, wiggling her eyebrows.
“I still don’t want to hurt you. I mean, what if I scratch you? I could get lost in the moment.” Jeongyeon said after they had calmed down a little.
“Y/N!” she cursed, cheeks flushing red. Y/N laughed, falling back in her chair.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” Y/N replied, gently putting her hand over Jeongyeon’s. “If things get out of hand, I can run, can’t I? You said you can’t open doors with your paws.”
“That’s fine!” Y/N rushed out between laughs, Jeongyeon even chuckling herself. “Really, I’m good with that.”
“That should work.. Just one more thing?” Jeongyeon responded, nodding slowly as if she were accepting it. “I have.. I don’t.. I have a dick when I’m a werewolf.”
“..Okay. The full moon’s in a week, Y/N. Let me know if you change your mind. I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to.”
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The week passes by fast. Y/N isn’t sure how a week has gone by the time Jeongyeon is warning her tonight’s the full moon.
“Okay, Y/N, the full moon goes up in like.. An hour.” Jeongyeon said, peering out through the window as sunset settled on the horizon. “I’ll be in the bedroom.. You’ll probably hear it when I transform.”
“Yep! I’m ready!” Y/N shot back, unable to hide her glee. Jeongyeon nods, walking off to her bedroom.
The next hour takes far too long to pass. Y/N is restless, unable to sit still or even distract herself. She’s only thinking about Jeongyeon, only a door away from her. Only an hour away from transforming.
Y/N tries scrolling through her phone, turning on the TV, reading something, but nothing works. She can’t even get comfortable on Jeongyeon’s couch, constantly shifting her weight. Y/N throws her phone across the room after half an hour.
It’s nothing but boredom. No matter what Y/N tries to do, her mind always goes back to Jeongyeon. She’s fixated on the thought of the woman turning into.. Whatever a werewolf looks like. Y/N thinks that’s probably why she’s so obsessed. I mean, what does a werewolf look like?
Y/N was lost in thought before she heard roars and howls erupt from Jeongyeon’s room. It sounds painful, growls and moans of pain seeping through the far too thin walls, Y/N cringing at the sound. Y/N can hear Jeongyeon’s voice through the noise, instinctively wanting to check if she’s alright. Y/N figured it was better to wait until her groans ceased a little, not wanting to see her in this state.
The longer it goes, the less Y/N can hear Jeongyeon’s voice, the more animalistic the noises are. Y/N’s just glad it sounds less like she’s in pain.
The noises begin to die after a few minutes, going from loud howls to quiet whines to.. Nothing. Y/N thought she could hear heavy breathing and snarls, but no indication Jeongyeon was still in pain.
Y/N opened the door.
Jeongyeon - Y/N’s not sure if she should even be calling her that - had grown to absolutely tower over Y/N. She was standing on her hind legs, like a human would; but Jeongyeon didn’t look much like a human besides that. Dark gray fur had grown over her entire body, forming what looked a little bit like a mane around her head. She had grown a snout, her sharp teeth visible and glistening in the light despite the muzzle covering her snout. Jeongyeon had always been muscular, but she was so much more so in this form. Jeongyeon looked like she could tear Y/N apart with the flick of a finger, and Y/N’s sure she could. Worse, she looked ready to pounce.
Y/N felt fear rush cold through her blood, the first time she’d ever been scared of werewolves since childhood. Her knees buckled underneath her weight, swallowing thickly as she looked over her girlfriend.
What especially caught Y/N’s eye was Jeongyeon’s very much visible monster dick. She’d heard the phrase before, and had never quite understood the meaning, but looking at the size of her girlfriend’s cock, she fully understood just what she was in for. It looked like a human dick, sure, but it was a light gray color and nothing short of massive. It must have been the size of Y/N’s forearm, only much thicker.
“Jeongyeon.” Y/N sharply exhaled, finally finding the courage to speak. Jeongyeon seemed to calm down a little bit at that, her stance relaxing. “..Can you talk?” Y/N asked. Jeongyeon shook her head.
“Okay.. You’re.. A werewolf.” Y/N exhaled, eyes scanning over the creature. Jeongyeon made a noise somewhat resembling a laugh, opening her palms - if you could call them that - to Y/N. Jeongyeon took a step closer to Y/N. Y/N instinctively takes one back, her back hitting the door. Jeongyeon noticed this, pausing in her steps, as if to ask Y/N for permission to move. “You’re fine, babe. You can move.”
Jeongyeon nodded, swooping Y/N up with her arms and placing her flat on the bed. Y/N’s breath hitched, momentarily terrified until she remembers that this is pretty much half the deal. Y/N can tell Jeongyeon’s trying to be gentle, but she still tears Y/N’s clothes off of her, leaving them in shreds. Y/N gently laughed at this, ignoring the way she internally cringes.
Jeongyeon climbed onto the bed, her weight immediately sinking half of the mattress down. Jeongyeon climbed on top of Y/N, having to do a plank to keep from crushing her. It looks relatively comfortable, considering how Jeongyeon had become absolutely ripped in the transformation considered.
Jeongyeon tried to use her paw to press against Y/N’s clit, but it didn't work quite right. Her claws got in the way, and her hand was far too big for Y/N’s clit.
“Jeongyeon, it’s alright. I’ll do it myself, okay?” Y/N said. Jeongyeon looks a little disappointed, but nods. Y/N trailed her hand down to her aching cunt, only feeling how wet she was now.
Y/N’s finger grinded down on her clit, her breathing becoming heavier by the second. Y/N doesn’t deny herself, eagerly pushing against it with just the right pressure as whimpers began to fall from her lips. Jeongyeon seemed to take this as a cue, pressing the head of her cock against Y/N’s wet entrance, asking permission to enter. “Yeah, go ahead.”
Jeongyeon did so, thrusting it into her heat. Y/N can’t hold back the loud moan that tumbles from her mouth immediately, her walls having to stretch around her. Y/N can tell Jeongyeon’s trying to be gentle with her right now, just like with everything else, except what’s gentle to Jeongyeon is actually super fucking rough.
Jeongyeon’s cock continued to push into Y/N’s cunt, her wetness only helping Jeongyeon ease in a little. It hurt, undeniably so, but the more Jeongyeon pushed in the better it felt. Her walls were getting worked open, forcibly stretched around Jeongyeon’s girth, but it just makes it feel so much better when Jeongyeon hits her sweet spot.
Y/N threw her head back into the pillow, her hips jerking up into Jeongyeon, forcing herself in deeper. It felt like it took years for Jeongyeon to finish thrusting inside, the tip of her cock finally meeting Y/N’s core. Y/N panted, her muscles relaxing the tiniest bit.
“Fuck, right there.” Y/N exhaled, eyes fixated on watching Jeongyeon’s length disappear into her. A string of moans fall from Y/N’s lips, her breaths labored and heavy. Jeongyeon continues to thrust her length deeper into Y/N’s heat. Jeongyeon grunted, gritting her teeth as she thrust deeper into Y/N.
Jeongyeon thrust in and out of Y/N gently, careful not to hurt her. Y/N can’t stop the desperate moan that immediately comes out of her mouth, almost pornographic. “Fuck! Jeongyeon, yes, fuck!” she cursed, her hands erratically gripping at the sheets.
Jeongyeon thrusts into Y/N a little faster, only turning the dial up by one. It’s enough to get Y/N furiously rubbing at her clit, eyes rolling into the back of her head. Y/N felt waves of pleasure wash over her, broken moans tumbling out of her lips as she peaked for the first time. Jeongyeon doesn’t stop. Y/N’s sure Jeongyeon must be using utmost self control not to absolutely split her in half, only rocking her hips.
Jeongyeon flipped Y/N over, so that she was the one on the bottom and Y/N was on top, straddling her. Y/N gasped, Jeongyeon’s cock still buried inside of her. Y/N figured it must have been a measure to keep herself from hurting Y/N or getting too rough.
Y/N wanted to make sure she wasn’t the only one who was feeling good, bouncing her hips up and down on Jeongyeon’s cock after returning her hand to her clit so she could paw at it. Jeongyeon grunted, hands grabbing at her hips and pushing her down harder onto her cock. Y/N yelped, Jeongyeon pausing for a second to make sure she hadn’t gotten too rough with the woman.
“Oh no, you’re alright.” Y/N assured, riding on Jeongyeon’s length a little harder, half to prove she was fine with it and half to bring herself closer to orgasm. Jeongyeon’s hands returned to Y/N’s hips, making her rock down harder against her.
Y/N only just noticed the bulge that was visible in her stomach whenever Jeongyeon’s cock was inside of her. Y/N let out a tiny gasp as she looked down at it, unmistakably the figure of her girlfriend’s cock.
Jeongyeon let out a loud grunt, using her hands to force Y/N to ride her with more speed. Y/N let herself go limp, letting Jeongyeon use her body like a fleshlight to thrust her cock into. Jeongyeon seemed to forget about being gentle, roughly pulling her up and down on her length. Y/N’s moans had become screams of pleasure, head lolling back as her body went limp.
Jeongyeon let out a low groan, basically a growl, as Y/N clenched around her, slamming her back down onto her cock. Y/N squealed as she did so, her strong hands forcing her to keep riding her.
“Shit, Jeongyeon!” Y/N cursed, hands grappling against Jeongyeon’s fur. Y/N felt the same tension coil in her stomach a second time, euphoria washing over her as another orgasm washed over her, legs shaking and walls clenching against Jeongyeon’s girth.
Jeongyeon nodded this time, showing Y/N so when she tried to pull the smaller one off of her hips and proving that she was unable to. Jeongyeon’s arms wrapped around Y/N, awkwardly pushing up the covers with her paw.
Jeongyeon gave a final groan before the base of her cock began to swell, hot cum shooting up into her pussy. Jeongyeon’s paws relaxed around Y/N’s hips, letting Y/N untense for a minute. Jeongyeon’s inflated base left Y/N unable to move.
“Am I gonna get pregnant?” Y/N whispered, voice airy and breathless. Jeongyeon’s eyes widened, furiously shaking her head. Y/N let out a sigh of relief, not wanting to have whatever werewolf-baby would come out of her. “And, am I stuck here?”
“Thank you.” Y/N breathed. Jeongyeon nodded, the cold metal of her muzzle pressing against Y/N’s bare skin.
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Morning snuggles - Mina
Mina x f!reader
Fluff, Suggestive
Words: 0.6k
Mina won't let you go.
As you hurriedly prepared to leave for work, Mina's imploring voice stopped you in your tracks. "Wait, don't go," she whispered, her arms encircling your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of her embrace. A gentle smile played on your lips as you felt her snuggle against your neck.
The room was dimly lit, and in that soft glow, Mina's own smile mirrored the contentment you brought her. "It's so cold when you're not here," she confessed, finding her perfect spot nestled in the crook of your neck.
You turned to face her, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. The sweet exchange deepened as Mina's fingers threaded through your hair. "I'll be late for work," you murmured, but the warmth in your eyes betrayed the reluctance to part.
Mina responded with a playful pout, tracing circles on your back. "Who said you have to go?" she teased, her lips meeting yours once again, as her hands made their way inside of your shirt. Her fingertips teasing your skin.
The outside world faded as the room filled with the sweet taste of shared affection.
"I wish I could stay like this forever," Mina confessed between kisses, her eyes filled with sincerity and longing. You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "As much as I'd love that, duty calls." Another lingering kiss sealed your words, a promise of your return.
She cupped your face and, ignoring your words, brought your lips to hers in a hungry kiss. A kiss that for a couple of seconds made you second guess if you were really needed in the office that day.
Time seemed to lose its meaning in the warmth of your connection. "You're my favorite distraction," Mina admitted, her eyes sparkling with affection. You smiled, pressing a trail of soft kisses along her jawline. "You're mine," you whispered, savoring the taste of love on your lips. As you made contact with her sweet spot on her pulse line, Mina threw her head to the side, letting a soft moan escape her lips. “More,” she whispered and it fueled you to keep with your ministrations. Your teeth nibbled her skin and your kisses started to go down to the exposed skin of her chest, your left hand teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her pajamas.
“Now you can’t go,” she said, her eyes filled with desire as she unbuttoned her top. Your once steady breath was now wavy due to the sight of her hardened nipples and her skin adorned with little goosebumps.
Out of sheer habit, your mouth engulfed one of her buds and your tongue flicked against it, eliciting another moan from her. “Y/N…” she trailed her words, “please…”
The outside world seemed to grow distant as the two of you created your own little haven. Work commitments faded into the background as you allowed yourself to be present in her affection. Mina's soft moans and the rhythmic beating of your hearts created a sanctuary you both wished to prolong.
With a last glance at the clock, you made a mental note to come up with a good excuse later, before diving into her, as her fingers gripped your hair to bring you closer.
#twice x f!reader#twice x reader#twice imagine#mina x f!reader#myoui mina fluff#twice mina x f!reader#myoui mina imagine#twice fluff#myoui mina x f!reader#myoui mina x reader#myoui mina smut#soulkeeper801
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— pairings. huh yunjin x (f) reader
— genre. smut with no plot, established relationship
— warnings. 18+, lesbian sex, dom!yunjin, sub!reader, bedroom sex, scissoring, cum eating, face sitting, pussy eating, squirting, sex toys!! vibrator and strap-on, use of the word ‘mommy’, exhibitionism, yunjin holding your thighs while she eats u out, piss kink experimenting?? sorry not sorry, both of them are so so so in love :( nipple play, pussy spanking
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“yunjin, fuck!”
she had you pinned against your bed, hands intertwined with yours, legs on her shoulders, now would be a time to be thankful for the gymnastic lessons you were in when you were in high school. yunjin rubbing herself hard on your wet, throbbing clit. your tits glistening from her spit when she was sucking on them earlier, sticking to your breasts and coating your hard, abused nipples.
she let go of one of your wrists, her hips not stopping, as she reaches over and grabs the vibrator wand, she turns it on and presses it to your nipple. grinning when she watches your face scrunch up from the stimulation. she moves the vibrator to be in the middle of both your pussy’s.
“fuck...” she hisses. “make a mess baby.”
you grabbed a fistful of your sheets and whined, your lower half prickling with the relentless vibrations of the highest setting. you can feel your body heat radiate off of you from the previous orgasm she gave you from a bit ago.
“it feels so good mommy!” holding the vibrator while thrusting against your pussy was a lot of work so she turned it off and tossed it aside, going back to fucking you. “yunjin!”
each time yunjin rubbed her pussy over yours, squirts of your juices spurted out of you making your back arch. the loud sound of wet skin slapping against each other as chae chases her high. she rolls her hips against you several more times, moaning out your name.
she drops your legs before diving back down and greedily slurping all of you up.
you kept your thighs against your chest as you tangled your fingers into her hair, pinning her face down there.
“oh f-fuck. baby yes, that feels so good...” you cried out literal tears, the pleasure becoming overstimulating.
you push her head away, your legs plopping back down on the bed shaking.
she smiles at you full of pride, as she licks her lips and wipes her chin. “your pussy smells so fucking good baby.” she leans down, kissing you hard, your scent filling up your nose and the taste of you on her lips. she murmurs your name, teasing your lower lip with her teeth, the room smelling strongly like sex.
sliding your hands down her bare back, your hands cupping her ass and squeezing it. you slid your hands down her ass, reaching her wet folds as you plunge two fingers in her.
she moans into your mouth, grinding herself into your touch.
she shudders above you, as your non busy hand holds her closer gripping her waist.
she gasps as your fingers slid in and out, burying them all the way to your knuckles before pulling them almost all the way out, coating your digits in her slickness, the sour-sweet scent staining the air and your skin.
“oh fuck...”
she grabs your chin, kissing you fiercely, as you drive your fingers into her over and over. capturing her whimpers in your mouth and your exhales in her throat. she grinds her hips to follow your movements, matching your pace.
you pump your fingers faster and harder, the squelching sound getting louder and clearer.
“fuck, baby, we left the curtains open...” she breathes out.
it was around evening, the night sky a dark blue, and the building next to you is probably getting a good view of you both fucking each other. it only made you wetter though. and it sounds like chae too. so good, so wrong.
“sounds like you like the idea of someone watching us right now,” you snickered. “a moaning mess as i fuck your pretty hole with my fingers huh?” emphasizing your words with powerful thrusts, stretching her out and making her gasp for air.
she tilts her head back, letting out a sharp cry as you add another finger, your mouth attaching to the side of her neck and biting down.
“baby, yes, fuck, yes...ahhh!”
your teeth marking her as you pushed her over the edge, your name tumbling from her lips as she fell limp onto you. you roughly pull your fingers out and shove them in your mouth and groaning, sucking off her juices and taste.
you grab her chin, her eyes droopy and mind hazy as you crash your lips onto hers, smothering her with the taste of her own orgasm.
you smile, she jerks her head up to your loving eyes. “i want you to ride mommy’s cock. can you be a good girl and do that for me?” you hungrily nod your head, obeying her orders as you run off the bed to grab the strap on in your closet and handing it to her.
yunjin could make you do anything when her voice became like that.
“feels...so...fucking...good...fucking..mommy!” you gasped out, punctuating each word with a wet slap of your pussy down onto chaeyoung’s cock. listening to her moan and her long acrylic nails scrape across your back and ass. your name drifting out of her lips, soft and sweet compared to how hard you were fucking yourself on this strap on.
you cried out when she reached and pinched your nipples, rolling them between the pad of her fingers, your violent riding on her cock causing your nipples to be tugged and pulled, your boobs bouncing in her face.
pretty sure you saw chae drooling but your eyes kept closing shut each time your ass reached the end of her dick.
she watches you come undone, you leaking more and more on yunjin’s crotch, eyelids fluttering as you sneak your fingers to rub circles on your throbbing clit.
“what do you think you’re doing?” yunjin notices you playing with yourself as your ride out your high, slapping away your hand from your clit.
you whimper.
you try to lift yourself off and pull out but chae holds you in place by your waist. your body squirming as chaeyoung fiercely rubbed the sensitive bud, one of your nipples still being pinched, sparks of pain and intense ecstasy, cumming once and then twice, gasping for air.
“baby, ah, fuck, fuck, p-please, one more!”
your whole body shuddering and flinching, a third orgasm crashing down on you, still on yunjin’s cock.
“mmm, so fucking pretty making a mess on me.”
you pitched forward but chae catches you, your trembling, tortured body wrapped in her arms as you exhale on her collarbone. overstimulated clit slightly glazed against the strap on making you flinch and giggle.
“you did good baby, shh, you did good.”
you breathe, “i have to pee.” you try to lift yourself up from her hold to waddle to the bathroom but she pushes you back to the bed.
she grips your thighs as she towers over you, your abused, glistening pussy out in the open.
you wiggle her legs to get out of her hold but she tightens her grip. “no, i’m gonna pee myself.” you whine.
she smirks. “so?” she spreads your thighs apart as she situates herself onto your pussy, the feeling of her sitting on you makes you cry out. “baby, i’m seriously gonna pee myself, get off!”
chae lifts herself back off, raising her hand to slap your pussy. making you flinch and curl.
“i don’t care.” she growls, scissoring your tortured pussy for her pleasure as you moan and cry out her name.
“fuck, fuck, yunjin, i can’t hold it in!” you whimpered, and that makes chae eager as she viciously rubs her own pussy on yours.
“let go.”you gasped, feeling you wet yourself and the bed while your fourth orgasm takes over. your walls shook, shudders of pleasure and embarrassment shooting up your spine and heating up your cheeks.
she lets out a deep sigh, “feel better baby?”
“yunjin i just peed myself...” you whimpered, you don’t fail to notice her pussy dripping wet from you urinating.
her hand gently comes up to caress your face. “it’s okay, it’s just me baby. i didn’t mind, i kind of liked it. but if you didn’t like it then i won’t make you do that again, i’m sorry baby.” she softly apologizes and assures you there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
your silent, still shuddering from the fourth orgasm of the night.
“words baby, did you like it or no? don’t be afraid to tell me.”
you silently nod, “i kinda liked it? but i don’t think i want to do it again.” you shyly admit.
she leans down and kisses your lips. “okay, we won’t do it again.”
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good evening i've been um.,,.,. Thinking about GP!Momo lately...
CW: degradation, light bdsm (Momo slaps R, has control over her but it’s CONSENSUAL)
The bed shakes as Momo plows into you, her favorite little stress reliever. She’s been extra vocal in bed this time and it only sends you further and further into subspace. “You’re so pathetic,” she says with a grunt, greedily stuffing more of her cock inside you. “Look how wet your pussy got for me after I called you stupid. Do you really like that?” She notices you looking at her breasts instead of her eyes and promptly slaps the side of your face, making you look up at her with a moan.
“Dumb little slut, is my body that distracting to you?” Momo’s voice is a mix of honey and venom and your cheek burns as you watch her lips move. “Can’t even answer me when you’re being fucked, huh? At least you take my cock well.”
Her words sink deeply into your head. You relish being degraded like this, talked down to and humiliated until your body and mind are free range for Momo to wreak havoc on. Your eyes are hooded, your mouth open. Her cock fills you so deeply, it takes almost all of your energy just to keep your eyes on her and pant with each of her thrusts.
“That’s it, baby,” she coos, one hand moving closer to grip your throat lightly. “Keep that pretty little head nice and empty for me. No need to try and think-- I know you can’t. Not when your sweet little cunt is being filled, right? I’ll do all the thinking for you.”
Both of you pant heavily, sweat forming across both of your brows. Your pussy clenches around her length eagerly, and Momo laughs at the lewd squelching sounds.
“Damn, baby,” she says with an amused huff. “You really like this? Maybe next time I should offer you to Jihyo first if you wanna be used so badly.” You look up at her and her hand around your neck loosens for a moment. She meets your gaze readily, challenging you to call her bluff.
Except, you realize, she really means it. And you’d let her.
You nod a little, making her smirk.
“Oh, now you can respond?” she says, gritting her teeth. Her hand finds its place around your throat again, gripping a little tighter this time. “God, you’d really let me share you with anyone as long as they’d breed you, huh? You’re really fucking filthy, aren’t you?”
Her pace is merciless now and you cry out, scrabbling to grab onto her, any part of her for some support. Your hands claw at her back and arms but by this point it’s nearly useless– you were both about to reach your peaks.
“Don't forget, you easy little whore,” Momo leans down to purr in your ear, “No matter who I let touch you… you belong to me.”
Your jaw drops, but no sound comes out. It’s enough to send you both over the edge– knowing that not only would you let Momo say the most degrading things to you again, but she would let you be passed off to one of her friends like the toy you so badly wanted to be.
You come at the same time. She’s surprised since you usually come after her, but it adds even more to both of your pleasure and she shudders a little, spilling into you with a sharp exhale.
Momo thrusts a few more times into you, wanting to make sure you're nice and bred before she finally starts to come down a bit from her high. She peers down at you, making sure you’re okay while the two of you are still connected at the hips. It’s that tiny slip— that microsecond of tenderness while she’s still in a more dominant headspace that flips a switch in you, making you a little more desperate suddenly.
As Momo catches her breath, you whine a little, moving your hips with her still inside you.
“Baby?” She watches your hips start to find their own rhythm as you work fervently to grind down on her. Her cock was still hard but sensitive; she wasn’t quite ready to go again.
“N-need more,” you whine pathetically, finally finding your voice as you started to fuck yourself on her cock.
“Fuck,” Momo replies, sucking in her breath. She watches as you begin to mewl, desperate for stimulation, and some of her sensitivity subsides. She still couldn’t fuck you, but she hums from the pleasure of you working yourself around her cock. “You’re unbelievable,” she says, her tone cruel as ever. “You just came and already need more? Cock-hungry slut.”
You can only nod and whine, reaching for her. She denies you of being able to hold onto her, instead taking your hands and pinning them down to the side of the bed. “Ah, ah," she says. "You wanna come so bad? Keep riding.” Momo watches in satisfactory amusement while you do just that, working yourself back up to the edge of another orgasm.
It doesn’t take long at all. Your body is incredibly sensitive like hers and it's borderline overwhelming, but you can’t stop. Momo lets out a low moan, watching you intently. Her gaze makes you feel small and exposed as she watches you squirm and whine, your hips gyrating and thrusting desperately while you rub away at your soaked clit.
“Go on baby,” she purrs, seeing your own slick start to drip down your fingers. “Come on my cock again, I know you want to.”
It’s as close as you’ve ever gotten to coming on command. Your breath hitches and you gush around her length, trembling and gasping. Momo, feeling you clench around her cock, bites back a moan. She’s ready to have at you again but holds back, releasing your hands from being held down and leaning in to kiss your sweaty forehead instead.
She brushes her hand against your cheek lightly, admiring the redness from her earlier slap and you relax into her touch. When you’re finally able to, you sit up a bit and Momo slides out of you slowly. Your cum runs down her stiff cock, making her dick twitch with want as she watches a mix of both of your cum leak out of you. You’ve made a mess on the sheets again, but Momo never minds cleaning you up (or the sheets).
The two of you sit back together for a minute or so, and then Momo helps you stand. You wobble unsteadily on your feet, barely able to speak. In lieu of your voice, you plant appreciative kisses along her cheek and neck, making Momo laugh lightly.
“Baby,” she says, gripping your ass in her hand. “You’ve been so good and I understand if you’re too tired…but if I hold you up, do you think you could take me once more in the shower?”
Your eyes light up immediately. “Yes,” you breathe eagerly. You will your tired body to lead the way for her, but she holds onto your arm, slowing you down so you won’t fall on shaky legs. “Easy, jagi,” she murmurs, a smile at the corner of her lips. “One more time and then we’ll clean you up and get some rest, yeah?”
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tattoos and bad behaviour
synopsis: momo has been hiding her new tattoo from you and she’s finally back for you to see it.
warnings: strap-ons, vibrators, sexting, degradation, slight public sex, y/n is tied up and gagged, edging, they’re switches your honour! (but also dom!momo)
w/c: 5.7k
a/n: first this first that first smut :P been obsessed w lower stomach tattoos lately theyre so fucking hot its like my version of a happy trail on a woman 🤤
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your girlfriend momo was keeping her new tattoo a secret from you. she got it while she was overseas and everytime you asked her for a picture or for her to show you while you were video-calling, she refused and you were left imagining.
not today though. she was finally coming back from her month long work trip and you were determined to see the new piece of art etched onto your lover’s skin.
unfortunately you weren't able to greet her at the airport because she had a work meeting right upon arrival so you had to resort to waiting for nightfall, before all your mutual friends would head to the club for a reunion.
you slip on a short red dress that highlighted your ass and left little to imagination. you were midway through drawing your eyeliner when she texted,
m ♡ : baby what r u wearing tn?
y/n : why do u wanna know 😠
m ♡ : ur not still mad at me r u? :(
y/n : what do u think.
m ♡ : can u stop answering my questions with questions pls, i’ll show u tn baby 🥺
you scoff.
y/n : yeah along with everyone else. whys it so secret anyway? yk i love you no matter what if thats what ur afraid of
m ♡ : its not that baby ik u do and ily too 🩷 you’ll understand when u see it why i couldn’t show u
y/n : wtf is that supposed to mean 😠 wtv, u can see what im wearing when u see me later tn
you put your phone down in faux annoyance, letting her messages come through but not bothering to read them while you continue applying your makeup. you weren’t actually annoyed with her, maybe a little hurt that whatever she’s hiding her other friends had already seen on her business trip, and if it really was something she was ashamed of or regretted getting, which was totally understandable you’ve had your fair share of bad drunk decisions, you thought she knew you enough to trust you with these things.
ugh whatever. you weren’t trying to soil your night with something so small. you were also excited to see momo again after a whole month of being apart, so ready for her to pick you up and slam you against a wall with her lips against your neck whispering how much she missed you during her trip. god okay maybe you were a little horny too but who wouldn’t be after being completely untouched by their partner for a whole month. you rub your thighs together.
maybe you could put on an extra little something for momo. only to get back at her a little. show her you could play this game too. tease something she could only know, but not be able to do anything about.
you hum as you go towards your closet, searching for what you were looking for.
you smirked slightly as your fingers grasped the small bullet vibrator, grabbing its corresponding remote. you head back towards the bed, spreading your legs, finding yourself plenty wet already with thoughts about how hot momo would look desperate and thrusting fingers into you at an unbelievable pace.
you bite your lip at the thought, tracing the small vibrator along your outer lips, coating it in your essence, letting it catch at your clit and moving it back down towards your entrance before repeating.
you quickly grab your phone and snap a picture of the vibrator covered in your slick, sending it to your girlfriend.
y/n : sent a picture.
y/n : what im wearing tn
m ♡ : what the fuck y/n. im at work
y/n : you asked me what i was gonna wear 🤷♀️
you grin while waiting for her reply, knowing she was probably flustered with that adorable flush across her cheeks. you slip the vibrator inside yourself, clenching around it wishing so badly it was momo’s fingers or strap inside you instead.
m ♡ : you fucking knew what i meant y/n. you better not be touching urself rn. ur mine to ruin tonight.
you whimper slightly as you start tracing circles over your clit with the vibrator still off inside you.
y/n : so what if i am? u can’t do anything about it
m ♡ : you fucking brat u don’t wanna play this game with me rn.
y/n : oh but sweetie you started it. im just playing my move. maybe u shoulda given me what i wanted when i asked politely. now ur gonna have to spend the entire night knowing there’s a vibe going off inside of me while we’re with all of our friends.
you snap another picture, spreading your lips open with your fingers to show the vibrator inside you.
y/n : sent a picture.
you don’t bother waiting for her reply, hoisting yourself up and getting ready to go. you thought it’d be best not to get yourself off just yet, leave yourself nice and wet for her for when she’d eventually tear your clothes off.
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bass pounding, sweaty bodies grinding against each other, and flashing lights. all that was missing was momo. all your friends had arrived already, momo’s coworker saying she was kept behind a little late and would be here as soon as she could.
as much as you wanted to tease her you were also worried that she was taking so long. you were about to grab your phone and call her when she finally walks in.
and holy fuck.
hips swaying in low rise jeans that hugged her legs in the most delectable way. tits hidden in a hardly modest top that covered her belly button in a v shape and left her ab lines out in proud display. but most importantly… the fresh tattoo that adorned her lower stomach. if tramp stamps were hot this… this was a whole other level.
suddenly the vibrator in you that was at the lowest setting felt like nothing. you needed her pounding into you right fucking now.
she spots you and smirks, knowing exactly what you were thinking. god you missed her, your drenched state was proof of that enough.
she stalks towards you, your eyes never leaving those dangerous hips as they sway from side to side with each step.
you play it cool, leaning back against the bar, but feeling yourself clench at the sight.
“hey baby.” her voice is deep and raspy, fuck you’ve missed it. she closes in on you, placing her arms on both sides of you on the bar, trapping you in.
your fingers can’t help but grab her hips desperately, gripping hard. “so this is what you’ve been hiding from me.”
she leans in closer, speaking with that sexy husk of hers into your ear, “i knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me if i’d shown it to you earlier. you’d probably book a flight just to see me knowing how impulsive you are.” she tuts, “bet you wanna get down on your knees right now and get me off with your tongue. trace the tatt and make it yours. you don’t care that all our friends and the entire club would see. you’d like it actually, wouldn’t you? little slut, want the entire world to know how good you are with that mouth huh?”
you’re not given a second to respond as she pushes a thigh between your legs unceremoniously and you gasp at the sudden friction, whimpering into her ear.
“that good huh? how long have you been fucking yourself here for anyone to see? how many times have you cum?”
you can barely get out, “n-none, fuck momo i need you please- ” your eyes close, burying your head into her neck, humping against her thigh to give yourself any friction at all.
“so you’re a brat and a liar now huh? think you can get yourself off on my thigh right now?” she rips away from you suddenly leaving you gasping for breath, hands trailing after her hips, “gotta meet the rest of the gang baby.” she’s sporting a devilish look on her face as she grabs your hand and pulls you along, “this is a reunion after all.”
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momo is positively evil. she’s spent the entire night showing off her new tattoo, her outfit alone highlighted exactly what she wanted, and anyone who looked at her would follow the lines of her clothes and body down to where only you were supposed to have access to.
she also makes a point of teasing you to no end. grabbing your ass, pulling you down into her lap when you’re all seated and grinding you down into her thigh. you almost came then and there but she pushes you off of her at the last moment.
you’ve had enough.
you’re seated on opposite ends of the the booth now since she was catching up with some of her friends that you only really knew by name.
you make sure to catch her eye when you turn the vibrator in you all the way up. your legs clench and you have to shuffle in your seat as discreetly as you can.
she raises an eyebrow, eyes narrowing.
it doesn’t take much because you’ve been built up for so long and her gaze on you as you grab the table, knuckles turning white, combined with the risk of literally cumming in a public space next to all your friends gets to you.
pleasure washes over you, if only briefly as you cum, eyes closing and mouth opening slightly.
“hey y/n, you okay?”
your eyes snap back open as you turn to your friend, “y-yeah, just a little antsy i g-guess.”
momo’s jaw is clenched so hard you’re afraid she’ll break her teeth.
“oh! we should all get up and dance then! it’d be good to finally join in anyway.” another friend perks up and now everyone’s making their way to the dance floor, your post-orgasmic blissed self following them before your pulled back by a strong grip.
“what the fuck was that?”
you feel yourself dripping again.
you ignore her, pulling her along onto the dance floor, desperate to be closer to her.
“did you just fucking cum?” she’s relentless, pulling you into her hard, arm wrapped possessively around your waist.
you hum along to the music, grinding into her, “no.”
“fucking liar. i know what you look like when you cum. and now so does everyone else in this fucking club.” she’s snarling, hand moving down to grope your ass roughly, “that face is mine. this ass is mine. no one else should be able to see or touch what’s mine. and you’re gonna regret giving them that.”
you smirk, “make me.”
“one month away and you’ve forgotten your place. i’m gonna have to fix this new attitude of yours.” she’s slipping her hand into the hidden pouch of your dress, stealing the vibrator remote away from you.
“‘s your fault. you didn’t prepare me for this.” you run your fingers across her stomach, “if you had, maybe i wouldn’t be so needy. you should just take me home and fuck me right now.”
she growls, “oh no. you’re getting fucked like the slut you are. right here in front of everyone.” she flicks the vibrator up a notch, your hands grip her shoulders but she pulls away quickly.
hoisting herself up onto a small platform nearby, she grabs the pole in the center of it, and starts to dance.
her hooded eyes are on you the entire time as she drops to the floor, turning and bringing herself back up, full ass on display and you think you drool a little but you're not sure because she's somehow cranked the vibrator up again. whoops and cheers as she climbs the pole, spinning with sexy elegance showing off her core strength, abs flexing, breasts pushed together. she comes back in and grinds her front against the pole.
then, and you don’t even know how it happens because you’re so focused on not cumming, she’s suddenly upside down, legs clinging to the pole, cheeky smirk right in front of you as she yanks you in by the neck and kisses you for the first time that night.
you moan against her immediately, she's sucking your bottom lip into your mouth and bites, and you’re helpless against her as she ravages you. you can barely keep up, not even kissing her back just panting into her mouth with hot breaths as she licks into you, invading all of your senses, you're so close to cumming.
you're incoherent as you moan into her, she turns the vibrator all the way up, smirking against you as she feels your mouth go slack and you cum.
but just as sudden as it came, she switches off the vibrator, is off the pole immediately, tugging you through the crowd, yelling something at your friends that you can't make out, and hailing down a cab.
you're barely conscious and mourning the loss of an incredible orgasm. she let you come, but stripped it away from you just as quickly, it could barely classify as an orgasm.
her hand is on your thigh the entire ride back to your place, she's gripping you and inching her hand up your dress. the vibrator turns on again and you jolt, stifling a moan as the cab driver looks at you in the mirror in mild concern.
you grab her arm pausing her ministrations, whispering desperately, "f-fuck mo- c-can't, 's too much-"
she chuckles darkly, "you're the one who begged me to take you home and fuck you. you're gonna take what you get now."
the short drive feels excruciatingly long as her nails rake the inside of your thighs. finally you're home and you're pulling her out of the car and up the stairs to your apartment, fumbling with your keys as she moulds herself to your back, kissing your neck and nipping at your ear.
the door opens and you almost fall in but she catches you and slams you against the door again, closing it as she immediately latches on to your lips.
"fuck baby- god- do you know what you- fucking do to me?" she's mumbling between kisses as you wrap your legs around her waist, her hands immediately going to grip your ass as she pushes you into the door further, hips grinding against your core.
you're a mess, you need her inside of you now. "b-bedroom."
she doesn't take any convincing and lifts you up. your panties are absolutely soiled by now and she could probably feel it against her bare stomach as you grind along her abs.
she throws you onto the bed and crawls on top of you, lips attacking every exposed sliver of skin available to her. you moan as she hikes your dress up, knee pressing into your center.
hazily, you remember what got you this worked up in the first place. and with a glance down, you're overcome with a need.
surprising her with your strength, you're flipping her over and working at the zipper of her jeans, "need to eat you out now. please."
she moans, "fuck baby alright. you're gonna look so fucking hot between my legs, the new tatt crowning your head."
you’re kissing down her body after successfully undoing her jeans and sliding them down her legs. a free hand moves up to grope roughly at a breast and she arches into your touch. you stop once you reach her belly button, pulling yourself up a little to admire her new art.
she's staring at you with lust and rubbing her thighs together at the way you're devouring her with your eyes.
your fingers come down and lightly trace the sharp lines and shapes as she jolts up. you follow the lines on the left side of her lower stomach, tracing down to right above her pussy. you were obsessed. the twin patterns lead directly to her center, bringing your attention to the pathetic excuse for underwear still covering momo's pussy.
you lean down, licking along the tattoo, and her hands are in your hair immediately, tugging and pulling, trying to get you to where she needed you most. but you resisted, licking over every sliver of inked skin, biting down and marking her on the sensitive spot just above her hipbone.
"still can't believe you hid this from me for a whole fucking month."
she bucks up into you, "you woulda put everything down just to see me. and i couldn't have you doing what you're doing right now a month ago when it was still fresh. gotta protect the skin y'know."
you scoff, "coulda at least sent a picture or showed me on video call when i asked." you bite down again and suck, leaving a dark purple mark next to one particular stroke of ink.
"f-fuck baby. first of all- ah- tattoos aren't pretty when they're healing. they're all flaky and red and really gross. second, oh shit- i told you -mmf- i wasn't gonna tempt you to come to me, you have a life and a job but you don't care about any of that when it comes to me."
you get her panties between your teeth, and slowly pull them down her legs, admiring the way slick clings between the material and her exposed pussy. you fling them to the side once they're off. "yeah cos i love you idiot."
"and i love you too but you were not about to fly halfway across the world just to fuck me."
you hmph in annoyance, "guess i'll have to make up for it now then since you've kept this from me for so long." and before she gets a chance to reply you're diving in, licking long straight lines up from her entrance to her clit.
her hands fly to your hair again, keeping you there, gripping your head, thighs closing around your ears. you can still hear her moans as you suck her clit into your mouth and tongue it from side to side, releasing it with a pop and moving down to collect the gush that comes out of her.
oh how you've missed this taste. the heady scent of hers driving you insane as you take inhales through your nose while your mouth is at work.
you look up at her, back arched and head flung back onto the pillow, chest heaving as she crumbles around you. with the new tattoo crowning her pussy, you've never seen anything hotter in your life.
"please y/n. inside- fuck- need you- inside."
you hum against her pussy, the vibrations pulling another gush of wetness out of her as you tease a finger along her entrance.
she's grinding down desperately, "fuck- please- fuck y/n-"
you slowly insert your finger, moaning at how tight she is and how her pussy sucks you in, clenching around you. you don't give her a second to adjust as you start pounding away, sucking her clit into your mouth harshly, fingers pumping in and out of her with practiced speed.
she howls and her grip on your head tightens, you can feel her getting closer as it becomes harder to thrust in and out with how tight she's pulling you in.
"f-fuck! y/n! f-fuck. cumming!" she gushes as you keep thrusting into her, helping her through her high and licking back up to her tattoo, sucking another mark onto her pretty skin.
she relaxes as you pull your fingers out of her, bringing them to your mouth and sucking. you crawl back up kissing gently as she catches her breath, an arm thrown over her eyes. you’re kissing her neck when she abruptly flips you around, smirking down at you, hair cascading her face.
"you've had your fun now. i think it's time i teach you that lesson we were talking about earlier hm?"
her hands are lightning fast as she pulls down the zipper of your dress, slipping it off your body leaving you in your lace red bra and panties. a finger finds its way down to your crotch as she lightly presses down on your clit and you arch your back into her, moaning her name.
"so wet baby. now i'm gonna ask you again and i don't want you to lie to me this time. how many times did you cum tonight?"
"t-two!"
a hand comes down slapping your clothed pussy as you yelp, scrambling away before she yanks your hips back into place and holds you there.
"what did i just say about lying?"
"'m not lying- please!"
she breaks character for a moment, eyes softening as she looks at you with an adoring gaze, "y'know the safe word baby?"
you nod, "raccoon."
she smiles and leans down to peck you, "good girl, don't be scared to use it mmk?"
you nod desperately, "momo please- i'll be good please, please just fuck me."
her eyes narrow again, "it's too late to be good. let's count them hm? first you interrupt me at work, then you disobey me and touch yourself, even going as far as to make yourself cum in front of all of our friends. and let's not forget the bratty attitude you've been giving me all night. you're the furthest thing from good right now." her hands are back at your clit, circling and rubbing until you're squirming under her.
"didn't mean it! just wanted -ah- you to fuck me! not my fault you couldn't do that."
a hand comes down hard on your pussy.
"there's that attitude again. think i'm gonna need to gag you."
your eyes widen at the image, leaking onto her palm.
"you like that? such a slut, getting wet over the thought of being restrained. in fact, let's tie you up too so you don't get any funny ideas."
she's up and back in seconds, gag and silk ties in hand. she makes you strip completely and you feel yourself blush slightly as her gaze on you remains like a hawk.
as opposed to her harsher words, she's gentle while tying you up, making sure the ties are comfortable and not hurting you. your heart flutters at the care she takes and the constant checking in. once you’re all tied up and gagged, spread-eagled with limbs attached to all 4 bedposts, she makes you signal your safe action and as soon as she’s satisfied you’re comfortable with everything, she’s crawling over you again and spreading your legs.
“so so pretty for me. look at you, dripping onto the sheets.” she runs a finger through your now naked folds as you buck up, pleading for anything.
"so much prettier now that we've shut that foul mouth up too. shame i can't kiss you anymore though." she pouts as she spreads your folds with both hands, blowing gently.
the cold air hits your clit and you shiver slightly in pleasure.
"gonna take this out now," she's pulling the vibrator out of you and you suddenly feel so empty even though the vibrator wasn't too big to begin with.
you're fighting against the restraints, muscles all tense and in anticipation.
"oh don't worry," a dark look passes over momo's face, "i'll fill you up soon enough."
a finger enters you agonisingly slow, and pulls out even slower. she's kissing up your stomach, and takes an erect nipple into her mouth as she repeats this.
you're straining and pulling but she's relaxed, sucking at your tit and kitten licking your nipple. the hand that's not inside you comes up to the other breast, kneading gently and you want to cry. you need things rough and fast and hard and she's giving you the complete opposite. she switches breasts, but doesn't up her pace at all, taking her leisurely time as you writhe underneath her, completely at her control.
your muffled words against the gag make no sense and she comes up and kisses the side of your lip, "shhhhh, baby relax. relax and enjoy it would you?" she continues her kisses to your ears, licking the shell and biting down softly on your earlobe. the hand that's at your breast pinches a nipple and twists. her tongue trails to behind your ear, and then down to the sensitive skin of your neck where she begins to suck lightly. her hand moves to the other nipple and twists it as well, the painful pleasure is driving you insane and you're clenching your jaw around the gag so hard you might just bite into it.
all while her other hand has been pushing in and out of you at the same slow pace she's started in. sometimes she'd be generous and brush against your clit but none of this was going to be able to make you cum.
"if you think you're cumming again tonight you're dead wrong by the way." she hums against your collarbone, "you've come however many times already so the rest of the night you're gonna lie here and look pretty while i take my time making love to every inch of skin i've missed for a month."
you curse internally, eyes tearing up as you subject yourself to her play. she's relentless and unforgiving for the next half an hour. teasing nips, slow licks, and slower fingering.
finally, it seems like she's speeding up a little. thrusting into you with a little more power wt every in, and pulling out a little faster with every out. the hand that has abused your breasts for the last 30 minutes starts gripping harder, pulling at your nipples and pinching them with vigor, twisting, sucking, and flicking her tongue over them and you're building up so quickly after being left stimulated for so long.
she hums against you, "so fucking pretty like this."
you moan as her pace picks up, two fingers pushing in and out of you, hard enough that your breasts start to bounce with each thrust and she adores that, pulling back to watch as the saliva-slicked mounds bounce with each thrust. a third finger enters and your eyes widen, her gaze set on you making you clench around her as you come closer and closer to the edge.
she's leaning down again and blowing against your wet nipples and you're so close to coming and-
fuck! she's stopped completely, hovering over you with a teasing smile on her face that you would give anything to wipe off right now. she coos, "awwwwwwh you look so adorable frowning like that. is my baby mad? mad she didn't get to cum?"
you nod, your eyebrows creasing together.
"well what'd i say earlier hm? you've had your share today. you're going to learn how to stop being so selfish and greedy after you've already come so many times."
she's sliding down your stomach now, grinning up at you from between your legs, before swooping in, tongue hot against your folds as she sucks and licks and bites.
you're writhing again, so easily built up and you come so close, so fucking close, trying your hardest to close your thighs around her head to trap her there but the silk ties prevent you from doing so. and she pulls away again. you want to pull your hair out in frustration.
she's looking at you in amusement. moving off and going to grab something you can't see because you're still tied to this fucking bed.
when she returns she's sporting an 8-inch strap on that bobs along as happily as she is when she skips over towards you. it's almost absurd how adorable she looks with a fake pink dick attached to her and you'd laugh but you just need her inside you so fucking bad you're crying instead.
she's on you again, dragging the lubed up strap along your folds, letting it catch at your clit before moving back down towards your entrance and repeating.
she giggles as you frown, "i'm gonna fuck you until i cum now. if you cum i'm stopping and riding this myself while you watch tied up. understand?"
you nod quickly, needing her to just get inside you already.
she pecks your nose and starts to slide in. you're already moaning at the feeling, pussy clenching and pulling her in deeper until she bottoms out, hips meeting, skin touching.
she lets out a low breath, "fuuck y/n. you have no idea how fucking good you look right now."
she watches in awe as she pulls out, strap even wetter than it was before it went in, and she pushes back in roughly without warning.
"mmph!" you're caught off guard, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sudden combination of pain and pleasure that leaves you reeling.
she doesn't take her time this round. she's pulling out and pushing back in before you know it, setting a ruthless pace as she pants above you, eyes locked on the way she was splitting you open with every upward thrust.
your eyes drift down to her breasts, still trapped within her bra and you desperately wish you could free them, suck on her nipples or play with her mounds, or just watch them bounce up and down as she rutted into you.
she's huffing when she notices your gaze, "s-slut wanting- hah- my tits h-huh?" she stops for a second, hilted inside you as she quickly unclasps her bra and pulls it off, returning to her unforgiveable pace. "mm- there- fuck- you go. can't do anything about it because your tied up and gagged but you appreciate the view don't you?" she's smirking as she pushes herself upward, running a hand through her messy hair as she continues to plunge into you and you think you could die right now.
she brings a hand up to a breast and squeezes, nipple coming out between fingers as she pulls and twists it, moaning at the feeling, head falling back exposing her pretty neck. you're trying your hardest to focus on her and not how close you were to cumming and she's giving you the perfect distraction.
you falter though, as your eyes drift further down, reminded again of the tattoo that outlines her hips, clenching hard as the sight of her lower abs prominently drawing your attention to her strap.
"eugh- you're so fucking- uh- tight around me baby. fuck- are you gonna cum? it's getting harder to pull out with how hard you're -mmf- clenching."
you can't handle everything that's going on. the build up of the entire day creeping into a tight ball in your stomach.
and then she's pulling out again and you lurch forward with a cry. no! god you were so close again fuck!
but before you knew it you felt the ties around your limbs loosening and the gag being taken out of your mouth. you're flipped around onto your hands and knees and she's pushing back into you at an even rougher angle that scratched just the spot to make you see stars.
"fuck! fuck fuck fuck-" you can finally be vocal again as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, the bedhead thumping against the wall with how rough momo was pounding into you.
"yeah? you -ugh- like that?"
"fuck yes! oh fuck you're so deep inside me mo- please, please let me cum i need to cum around you, please,"
she moans pulling you up so you're only on your knees, "yeah? fuck- you think you -shit- deserve to cum after all this?"
you're crying as you feel a hand slip down your stomach and rub against your clit roughly, "yes please! i've been so good i- fuck- please! momo!"
another hand comes up and pinches your nipple, she's thrusting into you at an impossible speed, heavy breaths against your ear muttering curses, "fine. cum y/n. cum for me."
you let go with glee, falling down onto the mattress as her hands move back to your hips, pistoning into you trying to reach her own high. you feel her spasm and moan, falling onto your back, still lightly thrusting as the both of you ride out your highs together. you don't think you've had an orgasm this good since the first time she used the strap on you, the build up of your ruined orgasm at the club and the several times momo edged you tonight coming to climax.
heavy breaths fill the room as you both try and catch your winds again. she's the first to pull out slowly, and you groan at the feeling, pussy still sensitive from the fucking you got. she tosses the strap to the side, cuddling into your back, wrapping an arm around your midriff.
you turn in her arms, snuggling into her chest and breathing in her scent. her hands come up to brush through your hair relaxingly, and you're brought back to the world listening to her heartbeat slow down.
your hand comes up and lightly traces over her tattoo again, and she hums in pleasure at the feeling.
"good?" she asks.
you chuckle into her chest, "so fucking good i think i almost peed myself."
she snorts that loveable snort that you've missed and kisses your forehead. "speaking of peeing, c'mon, gotta get you cleaned up."
you whine, clutching her waist, "noooooo 10 minutes pleaseeeeee."
she rolls her eyes fondly, "you're going to fall asleep."
"'m not." but a yawn betrays you.
she laughs, "yes you will. c'mon."
you groan as she pulls you up, eyes flickering down again to her tattoo.
"i love it mo."
she smiles, "i knew you would you big idiot."
"don't keep stuff from me again."
"yeah yeah, you're a big girl and you can act mature, suuuure."
you stomp your foot like a child, blushing when she laughs at the action proving exactly what she just implied.
"fine you're right, but doesn't mean i like you for it."
"shut up dork, you love me."
you sigh, meeting her eyes, overwhelmed with the way you feel for her, "yeah... yeah i do."
she smiles dragging you towards the bathroom, "i love you too dummy. now let's get cleaned up before you catch a cold."
you sneeze and she laughs at you but you think you're probably the luckiest person alive to be able to be with your girlfriend.
#momo#twice momo#hirai momo#momo smut#twice smut#momo x reader#momo x fem!reader#momo x f!reader#momo imagines#twice imagines#twice x reader#royaltozaki
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a/n: ok so i accidentally deleted the request while trying to post this LMAO i dropped my phone, it did something, and i was trying to undo it and then accidentally deleted the whole ask. but either way @nr1chaedickrider here it is i rly hope you like it and i’m so sorry i accidentally deleted the actual request
from memory what the request was: thinking about service top chaeyoung with f!reader, chaeyoung’s pretty fingers, and possibly with exhibitionism cause she probably loves being watched by her members
cw: smut, service top!chaeyoung x f!reader x jihyo, oral sex, praise(ish), kind of exhibitionism (jihyo watching, she kinda gets more involved than I’d initially drafted but I’m going w it), kind of overstimulation?? possibly??
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Service top!chaeyoung is the type of service top that likes being yours, likes making you feel good, likes helping you. She’s the type that wants you to tell her just how good she’s being and how much you like her fingers inside of you. Chaeyoung likes how you start out coherent and telling her exactly what to do, before growing more and more needy. She likes how you whimper her name, saying, “please, baby,” and “fuck it feels so good.”
And when there’s exhibitionism involved, Chaeyoung loves it when the members watch her fucking you because of how proud they are, and how gentle they are with her–at least, how gentle some of them are gentle with her. She definitely likes it when some of them are less than gentle too (*cough* nayeon), but the gentleness is something else. The way that Jihyo likes to stroke Chaeyoung’s hair as she’s going down on you, Mina’s quiet and methodical praise, how Sana likes telling her exactly what to do and how good she’s being. It gets Chaeyoung even more turned on, their smooth, delicate tones and words. She just wants to be good for them and to make you feel good, just how her members want.
Chaeyoung likes gentleness when your eyes are rolling back into your head, four orgasms in, and she’s begging you for another one. There’s a slick mess between her thighs and her arms are pressing your hips to the bed to keep you still. You’re nearly incoherent with pleasure, your voice husky and dazed. Her cheek rests on your thigh, her mouth inches from where you need her most. The last of your orgasm is fading, and Chaeyoung’s thumb is already rubbing light circles into your clit.
“Please baby, one more, I need it,” she begs, eyes watching her thumb. She shifts closer so she can reach further down and collect more of your wetness before continuing with her lazy stimulation.
Your body twitches when Chaeyoung presses down slightly harder on your clit and your words slur together as you murmur, “fuck I’m so sensitive, I don’t know if I can.”
“Yes you can, please,” she whispers, her hips pressing into the mattress, her stomach tight with desire. She glances over, to where Jihyo sits on the bed next to you, nonchalantly flipping through a book like none of this has any affect on her. Jihyo glances over and locks eyes with Chaeyoung before turning her gaze to you.
“Just one more, okay? You’ll feel so good, I promise,” Jihyo says, eyes back on Chaeyoung as she leans down to run her tongue through your folds.
You moan deeply, hips surging upwards and hands reaching down to tangle in Chaeyoung’s hair. It’s almost too much, everything is so sensitive, but at the same time, it feels so good and Chaeyoung is so desperate. She uses her forearms to keep your hips still, her eyes slipping closed as she presses her tongue against your clit.
The corner of Jihyo’s mouth tugs into a small smile as she watches Chaeyoung eat you out, a hand drifting over to carefully brush your hair out of your face as you squirm on the bed. Jihyo can feel her own wetness between her thighs, but that’s part of it, the whole point being that she’s a leader through and through; she’s there for encouragement, for help, whether it’s coaching you through Chaeyoung begging for more orgasms than you have, or telling Chaeyoung what a good job she’s doing and how pretty she looks, all aching and needy for your pleasure.
But until you need someone like Jihyo to help you, she just likes to watch. She likes watching how Chaeyoung shifts one of her arms from around your leg to press her fingers inside, brushing against that one spot, and how your eyes screw shut in response, teeth digging into your lower lip to stifle a moan.
Jihyo makes a small noise, murmuring, “don’t do that, I want to hear you.”
Chaeyoung pushes in again, deeper, nipping at the inside of your thigh right as she presses against that one spot again. A loud moan rips itself from your chest, your hands sinking even further into her hair as she dips her head to suck your clit into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, those damned fingers slipping in and out.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” you whimper.
Chaeyoung pulls away, just enough to see your half-lidded eyes staring down at her. An eyebrow quirks as she murmurs, “yeah?”
You nod, telling her, “you always make me feel so good, Chae.” Your head lolls to the side to look at Jihyo. “Isn’t that right?” You ask, and Jihyo nods and flips a page in her book, a small smile on her lips as she shoots a glance to Chaeyoung and then to you.
Chaeyoung presses in deeply, making a low noise at the back of her throat. The vibrations of it on your clit make your eyes flutter closed and your hand tightens its hold on Chaeyoung’s hair.
She pulls back and her fingers slip out of you, her index finger finding your clit, rubbing small circles over it. She dips her tongue into your entrance, lapping at the wetness dripping out of you. She lets out a low whine at the taste of it, her hips pressing into the mattress, the knowledge that she’s one making you this wet, this turned on, this needy going straight to her core.
Jihyo hums from next to you, idly commenting, “you look so pretty like that, Chaeyoung-ah. Making our y/n feel so, so good.”
Chaeyoung makes another noise and presses your clit harder for a split second before licking up to your clit, thrusting her fingers inside harshly, hitting that one spot. Your mouth falls open in a deep moan, hips pressing up, your hand holding her head closer.
“Good girl, Chaeng, keep doing that and she’s not going to last,” Jihyo hums, setting her book down and shifting closer. She reaches out, using her index finger to trace along your jaw to your mouth, where she presses her thumb against your bottom lip.
“You look so desperate like this, y/n,” she murmurs, “why don’t you tell our Chaengie how good she’s making you feel?”
With that, Jihyo ducks down to press a kiss to your neck and a stream of words falling out, telling Chaeyoung how good she is at this, how good her fingers and mouth feel, how pretty she looks. You’re barely conscious of anything you’re saying; there’s just something about having Chaeyoung’s fingers inside you and her tongue on your clit and Jihyo’s mouth on your neck that has you rambling.
Chaeyoung groans, her head feeling fuzzy on how she can feel her own slickness making a mess between her thighs, how your barely coherent words heighten her aching need. She fucks into you again, grinding her hips on nothing but the bed, her thighs rubbing together for even some semblance of relief, unable to stop the quiet moans and whimpers that spill out.
Hearing her like that, feeling the desire every time she fucks into you, her fingers hitting that spot, pressing deeper and deeper like she needs it more than you do, it makes your back arch, hips surging upwards again, letting out a choked moan as Jihyo’s hand moves up to cover yours on the back of Chaeyoung’s head.
“Can you let go for me?” Jihyo asks you quietly, and you nod, releasing your hold on Chaeyoung and instead grip the sheets. Jihyo makes a contented noise, telling you, “just lay there for us, yeah? Let Chaeyoung take care of you like the good girl she is.”
You glance down to watch Jihyo push Chaeyoung’s hair out of the way. Chaeyoung looks up at Jihyo, and Jihyo smiles. “So pretty, Chaeyoung. Just how we like it, fucking her so well.”
Jihyo guides Chaeyoung back to where you need her, her mouth back on your clit. You let out a breathy moan, your hips jumping. Her fingers continue their steady rhythm in and out.
Your stomach tightens even further as Jihyo starts talking for you, informing Chaeyoung of how close you look, how your eyes roll back into your head, how you’re gasping and letting out all these broken whimpers and whines, how your hand finds the collar of Jihyo’s shirt and pulls her closer.
Jihyo hums and leans in, kissing you messily, lips dragging from your mouth along your jaw and to your neck, where she bites down and sucks your pulse point into her mouth. You gasp, head pushing back into the pillow, baring your neck for her.
“More,” you moan, “more, Chae, I need more.”
Chaeyoung readjusts her hand that’s trying to hold your hips down for a better hold a moment before she thrusts into you harder and deeper, right as she sucks your clit into her mouth. She makes a low noise that you can feel, and your hips press upwards against her arm.
Chaeyoung barely pulls out halfway before her fingers thrust back into you harshly, your wetness leaking out to soak her hand, warm and slick and clenching around her, aching for harder and faster. Jihyo’s hand on the back of her head presses her closer against you, murmuring, “just like that, Chae, you’re doing so good.” Chaeyoung lets out a broken gasp around your clit, her fingers fucking you deeper, scissoring inside, your walls tight and warm and so wet around her.
Your nearly incomprehensible jumble of words, your head thrown back, your hips pressing upwards, your gasps and broken moans, Jihyo’s quiet words, telling her how close you are, how blissed out and fucked you look, how desperate you are for her, how good she’s making you feel–all of it encourages Chaeyoung, drives her more and more insane, to the point her brain feels foggy with need and desire.
She lifts her head, just enough to see your eyes closed tightly and your open mouth, a hand holding onto Jihyo’s shirt tightly. Jihyo says, “make her come, she’s so close," and Chaeyoung bites down on her lower lip, feeling your back arch. She dips back down, her tongue working over your clit, fingers continuously finding that spot inside you. There's a coil in her stomach, tightening and tightening as she watches you gasping under her.
“Fuck, Chae,” you cry out, “I’m gonna–”
Your orgasm cuts you off, hitting you harder than ever. Everything tenses, your vision going pure white for a second as your back comes clean off the mattress. You moan loudly and deeply, just barely noticing the way Chaeyoung is still pressing inside you, working her tongue against your clit, her hips grinding on nothing.
You barely register it when Chaeyoung pulls away and crawls up your body, her fingers still inside you as she presses an open-mouth kiss to your jaw, wet with your juices. She keeps thrusting her fingers into you, making you cry out from sensitivity.
Chaeyoung’s thrusts begin to carry more weight and it isn’t until you shift your leg further up that you realize she’s grinding on the back of her own hand every time she presses into you.
Jihyo notices it at the same time, based on her quiet mumble of, “fuck, that’s so hot,” before saying at a normal volume, “getting yourself off like that, huh Chae? You’re just so desperate aren’t you?”
Chaeyoung nods against you, a small whimper on your cheek. “Just need her,” she says, voice quiet and broken.
“Yeah, I bet you do,” Jihyo says, smirking, “you’re just so needy.” She runs her hand through Chaeyoung’s hair as Chaeyoung whimpers once again.
And it’s the way Jihyo just keeps watching Chaeyoung trying to get herself off, desperate and broken whines spilling out of her mouth on and onto your skin, it’s your gasps and grunts as you’re barely able to fully come down.
It’s the way your eyebrows furrow together, the way you push your head even further back, the lines of your neck standing out, that one vein becoming more prominent. It’s the way you’re soaking her hand down to her wrist, the way your walls keep fluttering and clenching around her. It’s your hips, still shifting upwards, seeking more, without you meaning to. And it’s especially the way she’s the one who made you like this, who made you desperate and incoherent.
It’s Jihyo and her gaze, heavy and warm on Chaeyoung. Her husky voice betrays her composure as she tells Chaeyoung she looks so pretty when she’s this desperate. It’s the fact that it’s Jihyo, her leader, who’s watching her, telling her she’s doing so good.
Chaeyoung can feel her stomach tighten even more, her slickness making a mess between her thighs as she grinds on the back of her hand, eyes tracing every line of sheer pleasure on your face and neck. She burns with the knowledge that she’s being good for you and Jihyo and making you feel so good.
You murmur out her name, and it’s the way Jihyo’s hands drift up from her back to push her hair from her face and it’s the way you murmur, “come for us, pretty girl,” with your dazed, post-orgasm voice that has her crying out brokenly as her own orgasm hits her, eyes screwed shut and body tensing and shuddering as Jihyo runs a hand through her hair.
#twice#twice smut#twice x reader#chaeyoung#servicetop!chaeyoung#f!reader#chaeyoung x reader#chaeyoung x reader x jihyo#jihyo#twice imagines#gg smut#kpop gg#twice chaeyoung
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Dirty laundries
Synopsis: Laundries on a Saturday was something you hated doing, especially since your "beloved" roommate didn't help out most of the time. Your hatred for that changed the moment you met a cute stranger.
Genre: GXG, non idol AU, fluff, strangers to lovers
Pairings: Im!Nayeon x Fem!Reader
Authors note: Fixed it so it doesn't look crappy LMFAO ☠️
"Momo! Your socks are so stinky I might just leave them here." I complained to my dear roommate who had looked comfy, currently sprawled out on the couch.
"That's nice Y/N, maybe they crave the lavender scent." She lazily replied.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her reply. 'At this point I'd best just pray she forgets her socks exist'
It didn't take too long for me to reach the laundry room that the school had built for the students who slept in their own dorms. Luckily, it was a Saturday meaning everyone had probably been gone to visit their families. Otherwise, it'd be a lot crowded.
"Shit! Jihyo is gonna be mad at me." An unfamiliar had basically yelled, mumbling curse words right after.
I could see that she was struggling but I had my own share of clothes to finish and ignored it. I realized that I would still have to help the moment we made eye contact and she smiled almost as if I was some kind of life saver.
"Hey you! Could you please help me here? This is my first time doing this.." The stranger in front of me whispered the last words in a guilty tone, refusing to make eye contact.
I took the opportunity to study her features and realized how pretty she actually was. It seems she caught what I was doing when she sent a teasing grin.
"Staring might have you catch feelings." I was taken aback at her sudden straightforwardness before trying to read her expression in hopes that she was just joking.
I crossed my arms and gave myself time to think about either leaving a pretty stranger to do work that she had never done or selfishly do my own and live my whole life in regrets.
I gave a reply, given she had been patiently waiting like one of those golden retrievers. "Sure, but you do not wanna be combining pink and white unless you like the color."
She couldn't help herself but chuckle, almost as if she thought I was joking. She stopped the moment she realized I wasn't.
"Oh you're not joking.. I'm Nayeon by the way, you?" She asked, taking her hand out in hopes of having mine shake hers.
"Y/N." I shortly replied, shaking her hand.
Nayeon nodded, repeating what I had just said to make sure she wouldn't get it wrong and I swear I could have seen the cutest pair of bunny teeth's.
"Well captain, how's this gonna work?" Nayeon had asked me, still showing her bunny teeth's, almost as if she was flexing them.
I gave her instructions and she followed along like an expert. It didn't take too long for the machine to wash her clothes and have her worries disappear.
"I'd better get to mines," I tried to head to the original spot that I had chosen for myself but failed the moment she grabbed onto my hands.
"Huh?" She ignored the confused look on my face and opened her mouth to say something. "Maybe I could help you? You did help me."
I nodded, feeling a bit lazy after explaining what goes where to her and I gotta admit it was kinda frustrating. She did an amazing work, almost as if I didn't help her at all and it didn't take too long before the machine to also spin.
"Thanks." I sighed, wiping the sweat that managed to slide down my forehead.
"Don't mention it." She calmly replied without trying to wipe the non-existent sweats off of her face.
I took my basket, getting ready to leave until she once again stopped me. "Hey by the way, I was wondering if you'd like to hang sometimes?"
I smiled for the first time at her question. "Are you saying there's better places than this?"
"Mm.. maybe." Nayeon laughed at her own reply and I couldn't help myself but laugh along.
Finally managing to calm ourselves down, we both gave each others phone number and as our hands brushed against one another. That was probably my cue to thank Momo and her lazy ass.
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