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heaven

nayeon x jeongyeon

warnings: smut, alcohol, businesswoman jeongyeon, dom(?)nayeon

Jeongyeon tugs at the knot of her tie and loosens it. She takes a deep breath as she pushes the door to her apartment open, greeted by a living room lit up from the moon’s glow. Walking into the kitchen, Jeongyeon reads 10:57 on the microwave. Another late night in the office only adds to her exhaustion. She tries to be as quiet as she can as she opens the cabinet above the fridge. The bottle of whiskey is set down gently on the counter as she grabs a glass. She pours two fingers worth of the caramel colored liquid and picks the glass up. Leaning against the kitchen counter, she takes a sip, the whiskey pleasantly burning as it travels down to warm her belly.

Jeongyeon’s halfway through a news article and halfway through her second glass when she hears the bedroom door creak open. She looks up from her phone, the screen illuminating the space surrounding her face. She’s suddenly bathed in a warm glow as the lights under the kitchen cabinets are turned on. Nayeon’s standing in the entryway of the kitchen from the hallway that leads to their bedroom, her eyes barely open as she looks at the clock.

“It’s almost midnight,” Nayeon croaks out as she shuffles into the kitchen. She takes in Jeongyeon’s professional yet disheveled appearance and a small, sleepy smile graces her lips. “Why are you drinking alone?”

Jeongyeon doesn’t say anything at first. She downs the rest of her whiskey and clears her throat as she sets her glass down in the sink. Nayeon’s slippers nudge against her own as she looks up. “I just needed something before bed,” Jeongyeon says, her voice soft as she runs her hand through Nayeon’s tangled hair.

Nayeon’s eyebrows draw together as she leans into Jeongyeon’s touch. She raises up on her tiptoes and presses a gentle kiss to Jeongyeon’s cheek, her nose scrunched up from the smell of whiskey. “Are you ready for bed yet?”

Nayeon’s words hang in the air above them as Jeongyeon stares down at her. Jeongyeon knows she should say yes, knows her body would appreciate it and so would Nayeon. As the seconds tick by, though, Jeongyeon takes in Nayeon’s soft, sleepy appearance and a small spark starts to burn in her belly. It sneaks up through her chest and into her head, quickly shutting down any thoughts of sleep.

Without any hesitation, Jeongyeon gently cups the back of Nayeon’s neck. She pulls her in, their lips brushing against each other before Jeongyeon kisses her. Immediately, Jeongyeon’s nerves are on fire, the whiskey only adding to the burning feeling in her body. Jeongyeon’s other hand finds Nayeon’s hip to pull her even closer. She holds her wife close, almost possessively, as their lips move against each other.

“Jeong,” Nayeon breathes out, her own body starting to warm up at the sudden attention. It’s been weeks since Nayeon’s seen Jeongyeon for more than a few hours. Even when she’s home on time, Jeongyeon’s priority is getting Nayeon fed. By the time they’re finished with dinner, she’s fast asleep on the couch.

Jeongyeon takes Nayeon’s bottom lip in between her teeth, drawing out a quiet moan from her wife. It sounds like heaven and she only wants to hear it again. Breathy whimpers and moans tumble from Nayeon’s mouth into Jeongyeon’s before she pulls away. She looks down at Nayeon, her eyes glossy from the whiskey and lust.

Nayeon cups Jeongyeon’s cheek, her thumb brushing against Jeongyeon’s bottom lip as she studies her eyes. “You look so tired, Jeong,” Nayeon says as she melts into Jeongyeon’s hands.

“I’ve missed you,” Jeongyeon replies. She pushes Nayeon’s bangs away and kisses her forehead. As the second glass of whiskey starts to work its way through Jeongyeon’s body, the heat she feels increases.

Even if she was asleep, Nayeon could read Jeongyeon’s body. She can feel the tension in Jeongyeon’s hands as she holds onto her waist. She can see the unmistakable glint in her eyes as she stares down at her. “You’ve been working so hard,” Nayeon says softly. She runs her hand over Jeongyeon’s tie. Long, slender fingers work on pulling it down further and further.

Jeongyeon shivers as Nayeon’s fingers easily undo the buttons on her shirt. Her fingernails gently scratch against her bare skin as each button reveals more skin. “Nay,” Jeongyeon says, her voice breathy and full of need.

Nayeon’s lips curve into a delicate smirk as she traces her hands over Jeongyeon’s shoulders. She takes a step back, Jeongyeon’s hands reluctantly letting her go. Nayeon stands a few feet away from Jeongyeon whose hands tightly grip the countertop behind her. She brings her hands teasingly slowly up to the velvety belt on her robe. She undoes the knot, Jeongyeon’s eyes glued to the long piece of fabric as it finally comes undone.

As Nayeon’s robe falls open, only a part of her body is peeking through. Jeongyeon swallows as her throat starts to dry up. From what Jeongyeon can see, Nayeon is wearing the baby blue, silk nightgown she bought her last year for their five-year anniversary. It had been a while since Jeongyeon had seen her in it, but she still remembers the way it made her head spin the first time Nayeon wore it. This time is no different.

“It’s been so long,” Nayeon says, her voice breathy as she leans into Jeongyeon. She presses herself against Jeongyeon’s body, dragging her nails down Jeongyeon’s forearms to bring her hands around to wrap around her lower back.

Jeongyeon swallows hard as her arousal starts to get the better of her. She wraps her arms tightly around Nayeon’s waist as her hands squeeze her ass. “Nay,” Jeongyeon whines softly as she looks down, “you’re not wearing any panties.”

Nayeon smiles as she brushes her lips against Jeongyeon’s jawline. She nods her head in agreement, wet kisses being trailed along Jeongyeon’s jaw and neck. “You’ve been so stressed,” she says as she slips her hands underneath Jeongyeon’s shirt. She scratches her nails across Jeongyeon’s stomach, chuckling softly at the groan that her wife lets out.

Jeongyeon tries to regain any kind of sense she had when she walked into their apartment, but she realizes that along with Nayeon’s body pressed against her and the whiskey working its full power, she has no hope. Instead, she picks Nayeon up, easily carrying her to the couch in the living room. The lights in the kitchen and the moonlight illuminate the small space just enough for Jeongyeon to see the highlights of Nayeon’s face.

“Jeong, you have work tomorrow,” Nayeon says with only a hint of protest as she tangles her hand in Jeongyeon’s hair. She half-heartedly tries to tug Jeongyeon away as her neck and shoulders are assaulted with kisses.

“Fuck work,” Jeongyeon says in between kisses. She makes her way up Nayeon’s neck, eventually reaching her lips. Her hands tear Nayeon’s robe away with ease as she gently bites Nayeon’s bottom lip. Tongues and teeth battle for control, but Jeongyeon is the clear winner.

Eventually, they part for air. Jeongyeon pants heavily as she looks down at Nayeon. She braces herself with one hand beside Nayeon’s head before the other snakes its way underneath the nightgown. “You look so sexy,” Jeongyeon says as she takes a shaky breath. She bunches the fabric of the nightgown up to reveal more smooth, pale skin.

“Do you like seeing me in this?” Nayeon asks as she arches up into Jeongyeon’s touch.

Jeongyeon gives a silent nod as she kneels in between Nayeon’s legs. She nudges her thighs apart with her knees and quickly pulls the nightgown up. “I do,” she says, “but it needs to be off of you.”

Nayeon smirks and lifts her body up to help Jeongyeon, only lowering herself back down once Jeongyeon’s flung the nightgown across the living room. The apartment’s warm, but a chill runs down Nayeon’s spine as Jeongyeon’s eyes roam across her naked body. It could be the whiskey or the fact that they haven’t had sex in weeks, or both, but Nayeon can feel the almost predatory look in her wife’s eyes.

Without any more thought, Nayeon tears through the rest of Jeongyeon’s shirt. The last three buttons pop off, flying in different directions. Shirts can always be replaced. “Keep the tie on,” Nayeon says as she throws Jeongyeon’s shirt behind them. She works to undo the button on her slacks, pushing them down along with her underwear in a rush. Nayeon lets out a soft gasp at the sight of the small patch of neatly trimmed hair resting just above Jeongyeon’s pussy.

“Wait, Nay, I want to feel you,” Jeongyeon whines as she grabs one of Nayeon’s wrists. Jeongyeon’s used to being in control. She’s used to feeling her wife melt underneath her and writhe from her hands.

Nayeon musters all her strength to flip them. She bites down on Jeongyeon’s neck, leaving a bright red and purple bruise. Jeongyeon’s eyes roll back as the pain from Nayeon’s bite lights up her nerves. She moans and braces herself with her hands squeezing Nayeon’s waist. “Let me take care of you, baby,” Nayeon says as she kisses Jeongyeon's breasts.

Nayeon’s mouth is warm and wet, everything that Jeongyeon’s dreamed about after each long night of work. Moans and whimpers tumble from her lips without any filter as Nayeon nips and sucks at her skin. Nayeon’s tongue swirls around Jeongyeon’s nipple as she pinches the other with her thumb and forefinger, drawing out a groan from Jeongyeon that she wants to hear again.

Nayeon leaves a trail of red and purple marks as she kisses and bites down to her pelvis. Nayeon’s nails squeeze and grope Jeongyeon’s breasts as she finally takes a tentative lick at Jeongyeon’s clit. The small, brief action shouldn’t have Jeongyeon close to finishing already, but it’s been too long since she’s felt Nayeon’s mouth.

“Oh fuck, Nay, be c- be careful,” Jeongyeon stutters out. Her hands fly down to Nayeon’s head as her fingers carefully tangle in her hair. Nayeon’s lips suction around Jeongyeon’s clit, her tongue pressing against it to provide just enough pressure.

Jeongyeon’s grip tightens in Nayeon’s hair, shooting a rush of heat straight to Nayeon’s core. Nayeon moans and moves down a little more to lick up Jeongyeon’s pussy, her tongue dipping between her folds to taste her wetness. Jeongyeon’s consistent moans fuel her as she pushes her tongue deeper. Sucking and slurping sounds surround them, mixing with Jeongyeon’s breathy moans.

Nayeon’s hands are relentless as she works Jeongyeon’s boobs. Jeongyeon squeezes her eyes shut as she feels her impending release build up. The pressure in her core is like nothing she’s felt before and her legs are shaking around Nayeon’s head. She wants to last longer, to enjoy Nayeon’s assault of her tongue and lips, but she can’t.

As Jeongyeon’s grip in her hair tightens even more, Nayeon pulls her tongue out and latches back onto Jeongyeon’s clit. She moves her right hand down and easily plunges two fingers into Jeongyeon’s dripping pussy. Immediately, Jeongyeon clenches around her fingers, her walls fluttering as Nayeon curls them up to hit that sweet spot.

“Nay- oh fuck!” Jeongyeon cries out as her hips thrust up into Nayeon’s fingers, pushing them just that little bit deeper.

“Just a little more, Jeong,” Nayeon mumbles around Jeongyeon’s clit. She replaces her mouth with her thumb, rubbing small, tight circles around Jeongyeon’s clit as she leaves little bites on the insides of Jeongyeon’s thighs. “You feel so good. So fucking tight.”

Jeongyeon only lasts a few more seconds. The feeling of Nayeon’s fingers inside of her and the constant assault on her breasts is too much. She lets out a loud, high-pitched moan, nearly screaming as her thighs clamp around Nayeon’s head. “Holy shit! F-fuck I’m cumming!”

Nayeon quickly latches back onto Nayeon’s clit as Jeongyeon’s orgasm rolls over her like a tsunami. Her wetness coats Nayeon’s fingers as she continues to curl them against her g-spot.

“Fuck oh fuck,” Jeongyeon moans out as her legs shake. Her hips thrust up despite Nayeon’s hand coming down to try and pin them to the couch.

Nayeon’s fingers start to slow down, her tongue gently lapping at Jeongyeon’s clit to bring her through the end of her orgasm. Above her, Jeongyeon breathes heavily, her chest heaving as a slick of sweat pools between her breasts. Looking up from between her legs, Nayeon smiles and licks her lips. She slowly and carefully pulls her fingers from Jeongyeon’s pussy, licking them off triumphantly.

“Nay, that was- holy shit.” Jeongyeon breathily chuckles as she pulls Nayeon up to lay on her. She kisses her gently, moaning softly from the taste of herself on Nayeon’s lips. “Thank you, bunny,” Jeongyeon whispers as she pulls away. She kisses Nayeon’s forehead and gently squeezes her waist, her legs still shaking.

“Feel better?” Nayeon asks with a triumphant smile.

Jeongyeon silently nods and presses a gentle kiss to Nayeon’s neck. She sits up and wraps her arms underneath Nayeon’s ass as she picks her up. Despite the limited amount of light in the living room, she manages to walk to their bedroom, smirking to herself at the feeling of Nayeon’s wetness dripping onto her arms. “I think it’s time for a reward, though.”

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the fact they're making a whole ttt because of tzuyu's rankings is amazing

this ttt is gonna be so messy

momo looks absolutely adorable

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insanely good and famous baseball player reader x idol momo who knows absolutely nothing about baseball but gets dragged to a game by friends (sana and mina) and suddenly has a suspiciously intense interest in the game. but not because of you. of course not. why would they even suggest that??? 🫣😶‍🌫️

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i… i’m floored. they look so good 🫠

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in reference to the extremely short pajama bottoms mina used to wear in the dorms

mina: can you stop staring at me like my ass is out?

chaeyoung: … your ass is out

mina: no it’s- oh it is. well, enjoy i guess

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three types of gay

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2YEON YESSSSSS

we love and respect 2yeon on this blog

i'm VERY excited for the 2yeon fic i'm writing!

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thinking about ‘heaven’ by nayeon.

thinking about office worker jeongyeon getting home.

thinking about housewife nayeon treating her right after a hard day.

thinking, in particular, about this lyric:

“Need to take this stress off, this stress off”

and how it kinda sounds like “need to take this stress off, this dress off”

a fic may be in the works for this…

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i’ve got the weekend off! i haven’t had a day off in 7 days so i’m using this opportunity to write and relax! (i’m so tired yall)

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i’ve been working myself to the bone so i haven’t been able to write :(( i hope everyone had a good christmas, hanukkah, kwanza, holiday season!! happy early new year!

i’m hoping that after the holidays i’ll be able to actually write 🫠

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lucky lotto

nayeon x momo

warnings: smut, mtf!momo, dom!nayeon, sweet and soft (and a little bit of a dummy) momo, super cool electrician momo, rich nayeon

Hard work and a gas station breakfast sandwich are the hallmark of Momo’s success. Well, that and the fact that she’s parked in the driveway of a mansion. She shoves the last bite into her mouth and wipes her hands on her pants before she hops out of her truck. She clips her toolbelt around her waist, adjusting it as she gazes up at the ornate detailing on the mansion’s facade.

When Momo started her own electric company at the start of the year, she never thought she’d be standing in front of a mansion. It’s her biggest client to date and as much as she doesn’t want to prey on someone’s electrical downfall, she knows that the bigger the problem, the more she’ll get paid. It’ll also help her advertise better for her company and pretty soon, she’ll be able to hire people to work for her.

Taking a step back after she rings the doorbell, Momo waits patiently for the homeowner to open the door. She hears the bark of a small dog and a woman’s voice scolding it before the lock turns and the door opens.

“Good morning, ma’am. I’m…” Momo’s voice falters as the woman inside appears in the threshold. Despite having clearly just woken up, she looks like she could do a photoshoot for Louis Vuitton and walk the red carpet.

“You must be the electrician. I’m Nayeon. Why don’t you come on in?” Her smile is warm and friendly and it slaps some sense into Momo as she clears her throat. “This is Kookeu, by the way. He’s harmless.”

“I’m Hirai Momo. Yes, you are correct, ma’am.” Momo lets out an awkward chuckle and follows Nayeon inside. As she slips her boots off, her jaw drops. It’s somehow more ginormous and even more beautiful on the inside. She was expecting the decorations to be gawdy and tacky, but it seems like Nayeon has an eye for interior design.

As they walk through the foyer, Momo looks around at the art on the walls. She’s not too knowledgeable in the art world, but she’s no dummy. These pieces are worth some serious money.

“I’m not too sure what I said over the phone when I called a few days ago, but I’ve replaced the bulbs in the lights above the island and they still won’t turn on.” Nayeon walks over to the wall and flips the switch a few times. One of the lightbulbs in the silver chandelier flickers for a moment but quickly peters out. “I know about design, but I’m not too skilled with electrical work.”

Momo turns her focus from the light to Nayeon and nods. “Is there anything else you need me to check while I’m here? I think you mentioned something about a faulty circuit panel.”

Nayeon’s eyebrows raise slightly as she nods. “Right. I completely forgot about that. I never go into the basement so it slipped my memory. I’ll show you down there and leave you to it.”

Momo expects the usual sub-par setting in the basement, but as Nayeon turns the lights on, she’s pleasantly surprised. Like the main floor of the house, the basement feels warm. There’s a pool table in the back corner, a fully stocked bar, and a massive flatscreen TV with recliners set up like a movie theater.

“You said you don’t go down here much?” Momo asks in disbelief. If it were her million dollar mansion, she’d never leave the basement.

Nayeon chuckles softly and walks over to the circuit panel. She opens it and Momo grimaces at the state of the thing. Corrosion as well as a tangled mess of wires makes her head spin. The everyday person’s fire hazard and an electrician’s nightmare.

Nayeon sighs and rolls her eyes as she tightens her robe. She crosses her arms over her chest and watches as Momo adjusts her toolbelt. “My ex-husband decided to be an asshole and leave me with a parting gift. Everything still works, but he kinda just left it like this.” Her tone is full of disgust and although she doesn’t know the story, Momo doesn’t blame her. Any man willing to leave a pretty woman and leave her with this kind of mess deserves a kick in the balls.

“It’s a bit of a mess,” Momo admits as she scratches the back of her neck, “but nothing I can’t get fixed. I’ll work on this first since it’ll take the longest and then I’ll work on your kitchen lights.”

Nayeon’s look of disgust smoothly morphs into a smile. “Thank you so much again. I’m going to get out of my sleep clothes and try to look a little more presentable. If you need anything from me, I’m in the last room at the end of the hall upstairs.”

Momo nods, unable to believe that the woman could become anymore attractive. “Yes, ma’am.”

Now, Momo’s not one to read into things too deeply since that usually leads to more confusion and eventually trouble, but she swears that there’s a bit of a flirtatious air in Nayeon’s wave as she ascends the staircase.

Regardless of her client’s intentions, Momo clears her head and turns her attention to the circuit panel. She slips her gloves on and gets to work to first clean away the corrosive material around the wires.

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Momo tucks her needle nose pliers into the back of her toolbelt and tilts her head back to stretch her neck. She lets out a small groan and moves her head side to side. It took longer than she thought, but she couldn’t remember the last time a circuit panel looked so organized and clean.

Before she heads back upstairs to tackle the kitchen lights, Momo pulls her phone out and takes a few pictures of the basement. She knows that a few of her friends would thoroughly enjoy a set-up like this. She pockets her phone again and makes her way up the plush carpeting on the steps.

She didn’t notice it when she first got a look at the lights, but Nayeon’s kitchen has a perfect view of the land she owns. Perfectly manicured green grass with a few tasteful lawn ornaments and topiaries decorate the yard. The closest neighbor to the mansion is at least three acres away.

Fortunate for Nayeon’s wallet, but unfortunate for Momo, the kitchen lights are an easy fix. A wire in the chandelier itself was loose and with a few snips and twists her and there, the lights are back on within fifteen minutes.

Momo checks the time on her watch and notices that it’s only been two hours since she pulled into the driveway of the mansion. She hasn’t seen Nayeon at all since she left her in the basement and as much as she respects people’s privacy, Momo’s only human.

The foyer is still stunning but as Momo quietly walks through the rest of the main floor of the mansion, her breath is taken away with each room she steps in. Despite the different concepts in each, they all fit together and seem to match Nayeon’s bright and bubbly personality.

Momo walks back into the foyer and stares up the beautiful mahogany staircase. It looks like it’s been freshly stained the way it shines. If it were up to Momo, she’d stay at Nayeon’s mansion all day just to admire the design of it. It is the only job she’s got for the day, but she knows it’d be weird for her to linger just for the sake of it.

The steps are solid underneath her as Momo walks up the staircase. She peers down the hallway when she gets to the top of the landing, her eyes widening in surprise as her eyes land on the double doors at the end of the hallway. Ignoring the several doors leading to the master bedroom, Momo takes a deep breath before she knocks on the door.

“You can come in,” Nayeon’s calls out, her voice muffled by the heavy doors.

Momo pushes one of the doors open enough to poke her head in and closes her eyes just in case Nayeon’s still getting ready. “Uh I finished everything. It wasn’t too bad and the circuit panel looks good as new.”

Nayeon looks into the mirror on her vanity and chuckles at Momo’s head sticking into the room. “You can open your eyes. I’m just putting a little makeup on.”

Momo’s cheeks adopt a pink tinge as she opens her eyes. She opens the door a little further and is met by Kookeu trotting up to her. She gets on one knee and holds her hand out. Kookeu seems unsure at first, but after a few nudges with his nose, he lets Momo give him a scratch.

Much like the rest of the mansion, Nayeon’s bedroom is massive. It’s as big as Momo’s kitchen and living room combined. It’s also decorated way better than Momo could do even if she had all the time in the world to only focus on the pictures she wants to hang on her comparatively bare walls.

“Do I pay you now, or will I get a bill in the mail?” Nayeon closes her blush and turns around on her fuzzy stool. Momo already has a number calculated but it’s suddenly lost as she looks into Nayeon’s dark brown eyes. She still can’t believe it, but she’s managed to look even more beautiful. Nayeon’s only wearing minimal makeup so Momo can’t even imagine how heart-stopping she’d look completely dolled up.

“Uh- I can. Yes. Now is- mmhmm. It’s $300, but it wasn’t super hard so I can- I can lower it.” Momo barely makes it through, stumbling over her words as she tries to regain her composure.

Nayeon laughs and Momo has a hard time kneeling. She feels like her body’s turned to jelly as she melts from the sound. She’s not sure why, but she wants to hear that again and again. “How can I pay you?”

“Cash or uhm… paper.” Momo squeezes her eyes shut and lets out an awkward laugh. “Sorry. I mean, you can pay with cash or a check.”

Nayeon walks over to the nightstand by her bed and opens her wallet, a giant wad of cash inside. She pulls out a few bills and sighs a little overdramatically. Momo stays knelt down beside Kookeu, her hand mindlessly petting his fluff.

“I only have $250 on me,” Nayeon lies with a pout as she walks over to Momo. She hands Momo the money as she stands up.

“Oh, that’s okay. I don’t think I’ll die from being $50 short.” Momo shrugs and smiles, her eyes landing on Nayeon’s pout. Her eyes linger for a few seconds too long before they snap back up to meet Nayeon’s.

“Can I pay you back later?” Nayeon asks as she takes a step closer to Momo. The distance between them has shrunk significantly and as thrilled as Momo is, she’s not sure if her legs will be able to keep her up for much longer.

“Yes ma’am. Absolutely. I can come back, or you could stop by,” Momo breathes out, her heartbeat picking up as Nayeon inches forward again, “or- or you could come by the office to...”

Momo’s voice trails off as the palm of Nayeon’s perfectly manicured hand gently presses against her chest. Her breath hitches in her throat as she glances down at Nayeon’s hand.

“Maybe I could pay you back now.” Nayeon’s voice is soft and sweet, and Momo’s now 100% sure that she was waving flirtatiously whenever she started working on the circuit panel.

“But you don’t have any money. How would you… oh. Well, I’m- I’m sure you’re busy and I wouldn’t want to bother you.” Momo takes a shaky breath in as Nayeon’s lips ghost along her throat. Now that there’s mere centimeters between them, Momo can smell her perfume. The scent of raspberry and peony are intoxicating and it’s taking every fiber in Momo’s body to not lose her mind.

“My schedule is clear and you can call me Nayeon, you know,” Nayeon mumbles against Momo’s skin as she peppers kisses along Momo’s jawline. “Or you can keep calling me ma’am. I think it’s cute and so chivalrous of you.”

Momo’s hands clench and unclench by her sides. Her palms are sweaty as she feels her heart pounding in her chest now. Finally, Nayeon looks up at her, pupils blown and lips shiny and red from the light coat of lip-gloss she put on earlier.

Momo swallows, her eyes flickering between Nayeon’s lips and her beautiful brown eyes. She lets out a shaky exhale before wrapping her arms around Nayeon’s waist. In the blink of an eye, their lips connect and Momo can feel Nayeon sigh into her mouth as they move effortlessly with each other.

Nayeon grins, her teeth bumping against Momo’s as her hands snake around Momo’s waist to unbuckle her toolbelt. It falls to the floor with a heavy thud, startling Kookeu enough to run out of the bedroom.

Momo pulls back to take a breath and bury her face in Nayeon’s neck, gently sucking and biting at the supple skin there. “Oh shit you taste so sweet.”

Nayeon lets out a breathy laugh, holding back a moan as she guides Momo to her bed. She gently pries Momo from her and pushes her onto the bed. Her skin is flushed, her cheeks a rosy pink as she sits in anticipation.

“I wonder if you can fix anything else other than lights.” Nayeon smirks as she saunters forward, her hips swaying in a hypnotic motion as she sinks down to straddle Momo’s lap.

“For you? I’ll fix anything,” Momo mumbles, her hands wrapping around Nayeon’s waist. She slides her hands underneath Nayeon’s blouse, her skin so smooth and soft compared to Momo’s rough hands.

Nayeon keeps one hand on Momo’s shoulder, the other guiding one of Momo’s hands up to her breast. “I think I’ve been having some wiring issues here,” Nayeon whispers. She pushes her chest into Momo’s hand, a breathy moan escaping her as Momo cradles her breast.

“Like this?” Momo asks, her breathing heavy as she rubs her nose along Nayeon’s collarbone. Nayeon wordlessly nods, rocking into Momo’s lap as her rough hands gently tug and pinch her nipple.

Momo had just gotten started when Nayeon pushes her hands away. She enjoys the cute little whine that falls out of the electrician’s mouth, quickly replaced with a moan as Nayeon tosses the much too thin shirt that she’d only worn to put her makeup on.

“Eyes up here, cutie,” Nayeon says through a teasing giggle. She tilts Momo’s head up, her index finger gently guiding her chin up so Momo’s eyes are boring into her own. “How long have you been an electrician?”

Momo blinks a few times. All rational thoughts she had when she was sitting in the driveway are scattered, replaced with the thought of Nayeon’s skin against her own. “I uh…”

Nayeon smirks. She runs her hands down Momo’s arms, those perfectly manicured nails gently scraping against her skin as she rests her hands on Momo’s thighs. “Come on, cutie. You can do it.”

Momo swallows hard, shaking her head to try and gain at least temporary clarity. She struggles to even make it through a few words of a sentence with Nayeon’s hands rubbing up and down her thighs.

“I-I uh- seven years?” It comes out as a question because at the moment, Momo barely knows her own name. For all she knows, cutie could be her actual name and she’d be completely fine with that.

“Seven years, huh? That must explain why you’re so skilled.” Nayeon places a wet kiss on Momo’s jawline, her hands squeezing Momo’s thighs. “Oh, what’s this?”

Momo’s cheeks blaze a bright pink as she hurriedly presses her hands against the front of her jeans. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to- I should have- I’m trans and-“

There’s not much of a chance for Momo to explain her situation, but the second she does have is cut off by Nayeon’s lips. Momo moans into her mouth, the taste of strawberry lipgloss taking any thoughts she had left rattling around in her head.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” Nayeon mumbles against her lips. It’s only a passing statement, but Momo’s heart soars hearing it. Most of the women she’s been with sexually have had polar reactions. Some are either disgusted and leave Momo with her pants halfway off while others try to make her feel like a poster child for trans rights.

It’s rare that anyone ever makes her feel just… wanted. And damn is Nayeon making her feel wanted right now. Very wanted and very horny.

“I think I have one more thing you can fix,” Nayeon says. She shifts off of Momo’s lap, suddenly dropping Momo’s internal temperature a degree or two.

Momo’s eyes follow Nayeon as she crawls on the bed, her ass sticking up so temptingly that Momo thinks she might bust then and there.

“Come here, cutie,” Nayeon says as she crooks a finger, calling Momo up to the head of the bed. Not wasting any time, Momo slides herself up the king sized bed and hovers over Nayeon. Her hands are firmly planted on either side of Nayeon’s waist, the excitement in her jeans quite prominent now.

Nayeon glances down at Momo’s bulge and smirks. Her hands snake their way down to Momo’s jeans. She looks up one more time to get permission, not wanting to make Momo uncomfortable.

Momo can’t give a clear yes or no, but the very embarrassingly loud moan that leaves her is enough of a yes for Nayeon to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She pushes Momo’s jeans past her waist, the bulge in her briefs even more prominent now.

“Pink? Very cute,” Nayeon giggles.

Momo blushes again, groaning softly as she tries to reach down to cover up her crotch. Nayeon stops her, grabbing her wrist and bringing her hand to rest beside her head. “Don’t be shy, cutie. I think it suits you perfectly.”

“Why don’t you focus here?” Nayeon directs Momo’s eyes back down to her chest, her nipples peaked and her soft skin so enticing.

Momo nods and leans down. She rests her hands against Nayeon’s waist, her clothed cock painfully trapped between her legs as she kneels to capture one of Nayeon’s nipples in her mouth.

“Oh, yes,” Nayeon breathes out. She brings a hand up to lace through Momo’s hair, her fingers gently scratching against Momo’s scalp.

Momo thinks that this is what heaven must be like, but also hell. The feeling of Nayeon in her mouth and her nails on her head are amazing, but the ache in her briefs isn’t easy to ignore. She distracts herself well enough, sucking and biting Nayeon’s nipples. She leaves tiny marks on and around her breasts, almost claiming Nayeon as hers despite knowing that the chance of this happening again is almost as low as winning the lottery twice.

Nayeon’s grip in her hair tightens a little as she feels her slick steadily soaking through her panties. Her thighs squeeze together in a lame attempt to relieve some pressure. “Momo,” she moans out as she gently tugs the electrician’s head up.

Momo doesn’t want to look up, too invested on Nayeon’s perfect breasts, but she’d never ignore such a beautiful woman’s question. “Yes, ma’am?”

Nayeon smiles, a chill running through her. She’s never been called ma’am before. She’d always thought it was reserved for her mother or older women. Now that she’s hearing it from Momo, she thinks she could get used to hearing it— at least in the bedroom.

“Take these off for me?” Nayeon asks as she hooks her thumb into the waistband of Momo’s briefs with her free hand. Momo nods, only hesitating briefly before she looks up at Nayeon.

Momo expected to see a flickering of judgement or doubt in the woman’s eyes, but once she sees only lust and desire, her briefs are off her body and on the floor in one swift motion. Her aching cock is finally freed, gently bobbing between her legs.

“Fuck,” Nayeon groans as she pulls her skirt and panties off. “Pretty pink,” she smirks as she reaches down to run her thumb across Momo’s leaking tip.

Momo’s hips buck involuntarily. She watches as a string of her precum connects Nayeon’s retreating thumb and her pink tip. She lets out a low moan, her eyes locked on Nayeon’s thumb into her mouth.

“Lay back for me, cutie,” Nayeon says. Her voice has lost the cute, slightly higher pitched tone and adopted a husky vibrato. Momo doesn’t as she’s told and lays back. She grabs onto the hem of her shirt, about to take it off before Nayeon stops her. “I like you in this shirt. So fit.”

Momo’s head spins. She stares as Nayeon’s nails rake up and down her forearms. All the time spent in the gym has certainly paid off now.

Nayeon’s gentle and slow despite the clear desire in her movements and her words. She takes her time feeling Momo’s abs, her hands moving down to Momo’s calves and massaging up her thighs. “You’re so beautiful, Momo,” Nayeon purrs.

Momo’s unsure if she’s being genuine, but one quick glance at the slick that’s pooled onto Nayeon’s satin bedsheets is enough to banish any disapproving thoughts about herself. She manages to look back up into Nayeon’s eyes just as her hand wraps around the base of her cock.

Momo’s mouth falls open, her breath caught in her throat as she balls her fists into the sheets. She can’t remember the last time a woman touched her and she can’t remember the last time it ever felt this good. “F-fuck. Oh Nayeon-“

“Ah ah,” Nayeon says as she squeezes the base of Momo’s cock. She slides her hand up Momo’s shaft, her thumb swiping over the head again to collect the precum that’s beaded there. “You know what to call me.”

Momo blinks a few times, opening and closing her mouth to say something. Instead she opts to just nod, not trusting that she’ll say anything that Nayeon will understand.

“Do you want me to help you with this?” Nayeon asks as she moves her hand up and down Momo’s shaft. Her hand is so warm and Momo’s afraid she may cum from the two seconds that Nayeon’s hand’s been on her cock.

“Yes, ma’am,” Momo moans out. She tightens her fists in the sheets, willing herself to hold on just a few more seconds. She can’t help herself as her hips buck up into Nayeon’s movements up and down her cock.

Momo’s mouth hangs open again, her eyes squeezed shut as she feels her cock pulse with every stroke from Nayeon’s hand.

“Please, ma’am, I’m about to…”

Momo’s voice trails off as she feels Nayeon’s grip loosen. All too quickly, her hand is gone. Momo looks up and groans. Her cock twitches, just on the verge of an orgasm. “I was so close,” She groans.

Nayeon giggles and leans down. She kisses Momo’s cheek, straddling her waist. At this angle, Momo’s surprised that she didn’t pass out. She looks up at Nayeon, her hands almost magnetically holding onto her waist. “Are you?”

“Am I what?” Nayeon asks as she teasingly grinds down onto Momo’s cock. She pulls another low moan from the pretty electrician beneath her. “About to ride this pretty cock?”

Momo nods, her hands tightening around Nayeon’s waist as she grinds up against Nayeon’s cunt. “Please, ma’am. I want to fuck you so bad.”

Nayeon leans down, connecting their lips as she takes her time teasing Momo. She runs her hands up and down Momo’s chest, gently pinching her nipples. “Since you asked so nicely, cutie.”

More gracefully than she’s ever seen anyone move, Nayeon lifts herself up slightly and slowly sinks down onto Momo. Their moans fill the room as Nayeon’s tight walls wrap around Momo’s hard cock.

Momo throws her head back against the pillows, her grip on Nayeon’s waist nearly bruising as Nayeon fully sinks down. “Holy fuck,” Momo pants.

Nayeon wiggles her hips a little, her breathing labored as she starts to slowly ride Momo. Her hips are steady, unlike Momo’s. Nayeon’s able to hold Momo’s hips down enough to take control. She looks down at Momo, one hand moving up to her face to turn Momo’s face to meet hers. “Look at me, cutie. I want to see that pretty face.”

Momo nods, her mouth wide open as she lets Nayeon set the pace. It takes everything in her not to thrust upwards. But, Momo knows that her cock isn’t exactly tiny. The way that Nayeon’s soft walls hug so perfectly around her cock is enough to push her over.

Nayeon’s breasts bounce as she picks up her pace. The sound of their skin slapping together mingles perfectly with their moans. Nayeon sits up a little to try and take Momo even deeper. She presses her hands against Momo’s abs, her fists tangling in Momo’s t-shirt.

“Yes, Momo, fuck yes!” Nayeon’s loud and Momo loves it. She loves the control Nayeon has and the way her beautiful body fits perfectly with her own.

Momo manages to last for a couple more minutes, but she can feel her cock start to twitch. As Nayeon squeezes around her, she groans. She doesn’t want to finish yet, wants Nayeon to go first, so she acts fast.

Momo easily flips them over. She smiles at the little squeak that Nayeon lets out, her hands on either side of Nayeon’s head to hold herself up. Once she’s steady, her breathing heavy, she kneels and pulls Nayeon flush against her. “I don’t want to cum yet,” Momo pants out. She brushes her hair out of her eyes before gently grabbing Nayeon’s waist again.

To get a few seconds of reprieve and to keep her orgasm at bay for a little longer, Momo lifts Nayeon up, her hands firmly planted against Nayeon’s lower back. Their lips meet hungrily, desperate for more as they give each other their all.

Momo’s lips are swollen from how deeply Nayeon is kissing her, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Once she finally pulls away, she presses one final kiss to Nayeon’s forehead before lowering her back on the bed.

Momo’s nudges Nayeon’s legs further apart with her knees, her cock pressed against the entrance of her cunt. She slips back inside easily, causing both of them to groan in relief as Momo wraps Nayeon’s legs around her waist. “You feel so good.”

“Less talk. More fucking me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Momo hears Nayeon loud and clear. She holds onto Nayeon’s waist with one hand to steady herself. The other reaches between them, the heel of her palm pressing against Nayeon’s clit.

Nayeon lets out a high pitched moan, the combined feeling of Momo’s touch on her clit and the fullness of her cock intoxicating.

Momo’s movements are sloppy as she thrusts. Driven by pure desire and lust, She moves on autopilot. Nayeon’s cunt is warm and wet, enveloping her cock perfectly as their skin meets again and again.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Nayeon chants. “I’m so close, Momo.”

Momo pants, her thrusts growing faster as she slides her thumb over Nayeon’s clit. “I am too, ma’am,” she breathes out.

Nayeon leans up, wrapping her arms around Momo’s neck to pull her down against her. It’s a bit of an awkward position, Momo’s arm trapped between them, but she manages to make it work. She thrusts hard and fast, Nayeon’s moans and whimpers music to her ears.

“Fuck,” Momo grunts out as she feels her balls start to tighten. Sweat drips down her back and through her shirt, their breaths mingling together as Nayeon presses her forehead against Momo’s

“Ah- Momo! Fuck! C-cumming!” Nayeon screams, her body trembling as she tightens her grip around Momo’s neck. Her legs shake as she squeezes hard around Momo’s cock. Her orgasm crashes over her, piercing moans falling from her mouth as she cums.

“Oh fuck,” Momo grunts, her eyes squeezed shut. She barely moves her hand back to Nayeon’s waist, gripping it tightly before she bottoms out. “Cumming oh fuck I’m cumming!” It happens in the blink of an eye. Nayeon can feel Momo’s cum pooling inside of her, her spent cock twitching inside of her as Momo collapses against her.

“Holy shit,” Momo moans. Her breathing is ragged, her forearms barely holding her up enough to not crush Nayeon underneath her. “You felt so good.”

Nayeon chuckles breathlessly. She lets her legs fall from around Momo’s waist but keeps her arms wrapped around her neck. “Thank you, Nayeon mumbles as she presses a soft and lingering kiss to the side of Momo’s head.

Momo waits for her breathing to return to a semi-normal state before she sits up again. Nayeon groans as Momo gently pulls her softening cock out. She feels empty all of a sudden, her walls grasping around nothing but Momo’s cum that’s slowly dripping out of her.

“I’m sorry,” Momo says shyly. She crawls on all fours to reach the box of tissues on Nayeon’s nightstand. She pulls a few out, taking the utmost care to clean Nayeon up. “I probably got you all sweaty.”

Nayeon just silently watches, admiring the gentleness of Momo’s hands. Once she’s thoroughly cleaned up, she cups Momo’s face in her hands. She brings Momo’s forehead to rest against her own again and kisses her nose. “You don’t have to apologize for anything. I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in a long time.”

“Me either,” Momo whispers.

They stay like that for a few minutes. Momo soaks up the warmth of Nayeon’s hands against her cheeks, her thumbs tracing shapes along her jawline.

“Payment completed,” Momo says with a chuckle as she pulls away. Nayeon playfully rolls her eyes and watches as Momo stands up. She pulls her pink briefs back on and searches for Nayeon’s skirt and panties.

“You know,” Nayeon starts, her hands running over her satin sheets. “I may have a few more things for you to fix.”

Momo straightens up, Nayeon’s skirt in her hands. “Oh, really?”

The cute puppy dog look that Momo has is a stark contrast to the deep lust that she had only minutes ago. Nayeon can’t help the fond smile that forms on her lips as Momo hands her skirt and panties to her. She nods and rolls off the bed, walking over to her dresser to grab another pair of panties.

“Maybe you could stick around for dinner and help me fix them?” Nayeon gives Momo a playful wink as she pulls her panties up. The baby blue color adorned with a little lace bow suit her perfectly.

“I- yeah. Of course. Yes,” Momo stutters out. She looks up, still just in briefs and a t-shirt.

“You should keep those jeans off too,” Nayeon says with a smirk. She picks Momo’s tool belt off the floor and saunters over to Momo frozen in place. Nayeon’s hands are delicate as they wrap Momo’s tool belt back around her waist, buckling it in place. “Meet me downstairs when you’re ready, cutie.”

Momo dumbly nods. The weight of her tool belt on her hips without her jeans is foreign to her, but for Nayeon, she’d do anything. It takes her a second to process what Nayeon’s offer actually means, but once she does, she’s quickly out of Nayeon’s bedroom, quickly following her down the hallway.

Maybe winning the lottery twice isn’t all that rare.

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?????? girl has a masters degree in applied psychology???

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sigh

i’ve really thought a lot about electrician momo and rich divorcee nayeon. it’s wild. if any of yall have any suggestions for the fic, please let me know! so far here is what i’ve got in the fic. it’s pretty much done but i love adding things in!!

electrician momo (mtf and she is the best electrician in the fictional world)

nayeon is VERY rich, her husband was an asshole so she got a divorce (as she should)

momo’s a goober but she’s cute and good at her job

smut (obviously)

again momo’s a goofy girl and is not super smooth with her words (being pretty saves her!)

kookeu is a little cutie patootie and pops up in the fic

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i’m missing a session at a conference because of a nosebleed so what better way to spend my time than write more fanfic

also… i feel like spotify got caught off guard somehow? even though it took them longer than usual to get wrapped out. idk it just felt… underwhelming. lazy.

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relax

sana x tzuyu

warnings: domestic fluff, smut, oral, fingering, praise, dom?tzuyu

Tzuyu lets her bag slip off her shoulder and onto the floor in the entryway. It lands with a thud and her shoes soon follow as she tucks them beside Sana’s. She knows that she needs to hang her bag up so Sana doesn’t trip on it again, but it’s taking everything in her to even step into her house.

The door separating the entryway and the apartment is gently slid open as Tzuyu walks into the living room. She’s a little confused at the sound of sizzling coming from the kitchen. She didn’t think that any of Sana’s friends were supposed to be visiting, and all of Tzuyu’s friends are more than busy with work.

Tzuyu rounds the corner into the kitchen. Sana’s back is turned to her, a dainty knot tied in the back of her plum colored apron. She’s singing along to the music playing through her Airpods, completely oblivious to her girlfriend standing under the archway of the kitchen.

Sana’s hips gently sway back and forth, her voice angelic as she sings the words to one of the songs she’s been listening to on repeat for the past week. Im Nayeon released her second mini album earlier in the year and, as Tzuyu claims, Sana’s been listening to it every day without fail.

A tired smile graces Tzuyu’s lips as she leans against the wall of the archway. She loves watching Sana like this. It makes her fall in love with her girlfriend all over again. Tzuyu uses her elbow to push herself off the wall. She quietly walks up to Sana, her hands snaking their way around her delicate waist.

Sana lets out a squeak. She pulls her Airpods out of her ears and glares at Tzuyu as she turns around in her girlfriend’s arms. “Baby, you scared me!”

Tzuyu knows she could have waited for Sana to turn around or she could have texted her, but she can’t help the laugh that leaves her. Sana’s brief anger turns into a cute pout as Tzuyu leans in to kiss her.

Their lips meet for a brief second before Sana’s pout is gone, easily replaced with the sweet smile that still knocks the breath out of Tzuyu’s lungs. If there was a way for her to tattoo Sana’s smile in her brain, she would.

“Who are you making dinner for?” Tzuyu asks once Sana turns around to flip the chicken she’s searing. She rests her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder, the delicious aroma of the chicken filling the space around them.

Sana playfully shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “Jeongyeon,” Sana says sarcastically.

“I thought that Jeongyeon was on vacation with Mina in-”

Sana turns back around in Tzuyu’s arms, forcing Tzuyu to straighten up again as she looks down at her girlfriend. “I was joking, baby.” Sana presses a gentle kiss to Tzuyu’s cheek and another to her chin as an embarrassed blush begins to move from her neck to her ears.

“I knew that.”

Sana shoots her girlfriend a teasing glance over her shoulder as she turns to move the pan to the side. Tzuyu quietly watches her, beautiful hands elegantly plating the seared chicken and vegetables.

Sana tries to protest, but it doesn’t take much for Tzuyu to take a plate from her hand and a glass of white wine as they walk to the kitchen table.

“I wouldn’t want all this falling to the floor when you worked so hard on it.” Tzuyu slides into her seat at their small dining room table, audibly sighing as she starts to relax.

“I thought you were going to be extra tired today.”

“Is that why you made dinner?” Tzuyu asks as she cuts into her chicken. She takes a bite, the savory flavors warming her as she hums. “This is amazing.”

Sana proudly nods and starts on her own piece of chicken. She adds a carrot to the tines of her fork before she brings it up to her mouth.

Tzuyu takes another few bites and a long sip of her wine before she speaks again. “I want to hear about your day before I go into mine.”

This is one of the many things that Sana loves about Tzuyu. Even if she’s gone through hell and back during her own day and Sana’s just grocery shopped and vacuumed, Tzuyu wants to hear all about it first.

“I only managed to write a chapter and a half today, but I can really see the story coming together.” Sana pauses to take a sip of her wine, a grin on her lips as Tzuyu nods, hanging onto her girlfriend’s every word. “I think I’ll be finished with it by the end of the month.”

Tzuyu’s eyebrows raise in surprise as she swallows the bite she had just taken. “Really? I feel like you were able to write this book so fast this time.”

Sana pouts and sets her fork down. “Do you think it’s too fast?”

Tzuyu adamantly shakes her head. She sets her wine glass back down and reaches for Sana’s hand. She raises Sana’s hand to her lips, gentle kisses pressed to each knuckle. “I don’t think so at all. I just think that you’re amazing for being able to write so well in such a short amount of time.”

The slight anxiousness that sprang up in Sana’s mind is gone as quickly as it came. She squeezes Tzuyu’s hand and shyly smiles. “You’re too sweet to me.”

“As if. You made me dinner!” Tzuyu’s smile is wide as she lowers Sana’s hand. She untangles their fingers to finish the meal.

“I wish I had half the creativity you had. I was just stuck in the office meeting with investors all day.” Tzuyu lets out a small sigh as she eats her last piece of chicken.

“I don’t like people being difficult with my baby,” Sana says with a frown. She finishes the little bit of wine that’s left in her glass and pours more for herself and Tzuyu. “I’ll come in there and yell at them if I have to.”

Tzuyu’s exhaustion is once again lifted by Sana’s presence. She chuckles softly and nods. Of course she knows that Sana would harass her boss and all of the investors she met with. She knows that Sana would move mountains for her if she could.

“Well, for now, you can continue making me yummy food. I’ll get the dishes.”

Any argument that Sana has ready doesn’t have even a second to come out before Tzuyu’s in the kitchen and loading plates in the dishwasher.

The strong flow of water against the pans is heard throughout the apartment. Sana takes her spot on the couch, curling up against the left arm. She sets her glass of white wine down on the coffee table and drapes the blanket over herself.

Tzuyu’s shoulders sag as she scrubs any remaining oil and seasoning off of the chicken pan. Sana can see just how tired her girlfriend is and as much as she wants to jump up and put Tzuyu in her own spot on the couch, she knows that her girlfriend won’t budge.

When the dishes are finally cleaned and in the drying rack, Tzuyu shuffles over to the couch and flops down. Her head lands in Sana’s lap, the rest of her sprawled on the remaining empty couch. Her left leg dangles off the edge with her foot on the floor, the right hanging over the other arm of the couch.

“Do you want to watch our show?” Sana’s voice is smooth and gentle and already threatening to pull Tzuyu into a deep and much needed sleep. She manages to nod and keep her eyes open, knowing that Sana’s been dying to watch the newest episode.

To try and stay awake for at least half an episode, Tzuyu sits up a little more. Both of her legs hang off the arm of the couch. Her head rests against Sana’s chest, the sound of her girlfriend’s heartbeat faint but comforting.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

A long, and in Sana’s opinion, far too drawn out, scene with boring and unimportant dialogue is almost enough to put Tzuyu to sleep. She struggles to keep her eyes open, adjusting again. Her head rests higher up on Sana, now tucked between her chin and neckline.

“Baby, we can watch this tomorrow. I can tell you’re tired.” Sana’s hand makes its way under Tzuyu’s shirt. Her hand is warm and soft against Tzuyu’s slightly cold skin. Her girlfriend has always run a bit colder.

Tzuyu shakes her head, Sana’s warm hand doing nothing to help her case. She tilts her head up, noticing that even at a bit of an odd angle, Sana looks breathtakingly beautiful. “I can stay awake. I’ll be okay.”

Tzuyu raises a questioning eyebrow. She knows that the second she unpauses the show, it won’t take long for her girlfriend to finally fall asleep.

Hesitantly, Sana presses play. The boring dialogue wraps up within a few seconds and they’re finally back to a bit more action.

After dating for almost three years, Sana’s become so accustomed to Tzuyu’s own body that she can tell whenever she’s about to drift off. Her girlfriend’s breathing starts to slow down and the slight adjustments she’s been making the past few minutes have stopped.

Sana chuckles to herself. She brushes Tzuyu’s hair from her forehead and gently kisses her. Even through a long day of work and a world class dinner, Tzuyu faintly smells like the rose and lavender perfume she puts on each morning.

The faded flowery scent causes a warmth to spread through Sana. It starts at the top of her head with a slight tingling, quickly flowing through the rest of her body down to her toes.

The warmth envelops her Sana’s entire body. Faster than she realizes it, an additional and very different warmth spreads to her core.

The faint aroma of Tzuyu’s rose and lavender conjure up memories of late nights and early mornings spent in bed.

“Tzu,” Sana mumbles. She moves her hand from Tzuyu’s belly up to her hair, carding through it gently.

Tzuyu grunts out a response as she opens an eye to look up at Sana.

“Baby you have to sit up.”

Tzuyu lifts her head up and rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms in an attempt to wake up a little bit more. “What? Why? What’s wrong?”

It’s a fight through the half-asleep haze for Tzuyu to begin to process the slight blush that’s crept up to Sana’s cheeks.

The slight blush quickly turns into a bright red glow as Sana looks down at the rug under the couch. Suddenly the Persian pattern has become the most interesting thing in the world.

“Baby, what’s up?” Tzuyu sits up. She moves her hand to Sana’s thigh, her thumb rubbing small circles into it.

“You can’t lay on me anymore,” Sana mumbles. Her hair covers the steadily increasing blush as she starts to pick at a loose thread in one of the couch pillows.

“You’re so comfy though,” Tzuyu says through a pout. She scoots further down so her chin’s resting on Sana’s thigh.

“Nooo,” Sana whines as she presses against Tzuyu’s forehead. “Tzu you have to stop.”

Most people wouldn’t be worried if their partner didn’t want to cuddle. Since Tzuyu knows that one of Sana’s main sources of energy is cuddling, concern starts to develop.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Tzuyu asks as she sits up and crosses her legs underneath her. She reaches for Sana’s hand, their fingers delicately intertwined.

“You’re tired,” Sana says, her voice barely audible. “And I don’t want to bother you.”

“You’re not making a lot of sense, baby,” Tzuyu says gently. She kisses the side of Sana’s head, patient as she waits for her girlfriend to try and collect her thoughts.

“You’re turning me on.”

Sana’s voice is barely audible over the sound of the TV. It takes Tzuyu a minute to put the pieces together, but eventually, she figures it out. Her mouth opens in surprise then closes again, a small smirk replacing her look of confusion.

“I’m turning you on just by laying on you?”

Sana groans and throws a pillow over her face. She curls into herself, ignoring the feeling of Tuzyu‘s smirk on her embarrassed body.

“My poor baby,” Tzuyu teases. She gently pulls the pillow from Sana‘s hands and kisses her forehead. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

“Nothing,” Sana says as she grabs Tuzyu��s face. She squishes her girlfriend‘s cheeks together, pouting. “You‘re tired and I don’t want to make you even more tired.”

The brief five minute nap that Tzuyu got cuddled into Sana’s body wasn‘t enough sleep at all, but it did give her a little bit of energy.

“I think,” Tzuyu starts as she slides back down to rest her head against Sana‘s thighs, “that with how worked up you are just by being near me, it won’t take a whole lot of energy to…”

“Tzu, wait. You don’t have to. I know you’re- oh.” Sana’s breath hitches at the feeling of Tzuyu’s lips gently pressed against her upper thigh. She looks down at the back of Tzuyu’s head, her hands gripping the sides of the couch. “Baby…”

Tzuyu smiles against Sana’s skin as she peppers her thighs with gentle kisses. She makes her way to Sana’s inner thighs, licking a small stripe just up to where Sana needs her the most.

“Fuck,” Sana mumbles. Her eyes flutter, hands moving to carefully tangle in her girlfriend’s hair.

“Think you can help me so I can take these off, sweetheart?”

Sana nearly melts. Her body malfunctions for a moment at the sweet name that Tzuyu calls her before she lifts her hips up.

With practiced ease Tzuyu slides Sana’s sleep shorts down her legs, the silk cold against her hot skin.

“Much better,” Tzuyu mumbles into Sana’s inner thigh as she presses a warm, open kiss against her skin.

“P-please, baby,” Sana whines. She doesn’t have a second to think about how embarrassingly wet she is just from a few kisses to her thighs. All Sana can think about is the ache being covered only by thin cotton.

“Oh, did you want me to do something?” Tzuyu’s smirk is brief, but Sana catches a quick glimpse of it. Before she can push her head into her panties, she lets out a stuttered gasp.

Tzuyu nuzzles her nose against the sticky wet spot on Sana’s panties. She inhales the scent that is so undeniably Sana before licking once. “So wet for me.”

Sana’s head is swirling. She can only whimper out a yes as she nods. Her fingers tighten slightly in Tzuyu’s hair as she feels her girlfriend slowly pulling her panties down her thighs.

“Fuck wait- wait, Tzu.”

Tzuyu looks up, afraid that she might have somehow done something wrong. When she’s met with only deep lust in Sana’s dark honey-brown eyes, she relaxes a little.

“Bed. I don’t- fuck. Bed. Please.” Sana’s barely there thoughts are scattered as she pulls Tzuyu up with her. Tzuyu stumbles her way to their bedroom as Sana needily drags her along, panties and shorts forgotten on the couch.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

Tzuyu doesn’t bother closing the door behind them. Whether or not it’s closed doesn’t matter. The neighbors will complain either way. She wraps her arms around Sana’s waist, pulling her close as their lips collide. Their kiss is messy and full of desire. Full of need that’s been bottled up for the past few days.

“I need you,” Sana pants in between kisses, “so bad.”

Busy schedules often leaves Sana and Tzuyu too exhausted or too preoccupied with work to think about sex. The few moments they’ve been able to enjoy each other’s bodies in the past couple weeks have been far and few in between. It’s felt good for both of them, but it’s been rushed.

Tzuyu’s still exhausted and wants to curl up against Sana as she drifts off to sleep, but she refuses to let exhaustion take over this time. The sex deprived part of her brain is too loud to ignore.

With only slight regret, Tzuyu pulls away from Sana. She gently lays her down in their bed, her pants only halfway off as she scoots Sana closer to the headboard.

Sana’s pupils are blown and dark as she watched Tzuyu quickly kiss up her thighs. Her hands are wrapped possessively around her hips, gentle yet firm.

“You made such a good dinner, baby,” Tzuyu says as she presses a kiss against Sana’s inner thigh. “Worked so hard today,” another kiss, “Such a good girl.”

Sana’s heart is beating so hard it feels like it might beat out of her chest. She doesn’t have any longer to think about it though as she finally feels Tzuyu’s lips wrapped around her clit. She squeezes her eyes shut, a soundless moan escaping her as she throws her head back against the pillows.

Tzuyu moans, deep enough that Sana can feel the vibration through her clit. Sana wraps her legs around Tzuyu’s lower back, her heels gently pressing against her as her girlfriend starts to lick long and deep stripes through her cunt.

Having sex with Sana is something that Tzuyu will never get used to. They could fuck twenty times in a day and she’d still be amazed at how good Sana feels and tastes.

Tzuyu presses her thumbs a little deeper into Sana’s hips to keep her in place. She’s practically drinking Sana’s pussy, the sweet taste of her intoxicating. Tzuyu looks up, a small smirk forming as she sees Sana’s mouth hanging open, soft moans tumbling out.

“Let me hear you, sweetheart,” Tzuyu mumbles in between licks. She keeps her left hand around Sana’s waist, her right sneaking in between Sana’s thighs so she can push the tip of her index finger against Sana’s dripping pussy.

“Please, Tzu. Please fuck me,” Sana pants. She manages to look down at Tzuyu, her eyes barely open as she brushes her girlfriend’s hair out of her eyes.

Sana’s heels dig into Tzuyu’s lower back just a little more when she feels a slim finger gently push into her. Sana’s soft, warm walls can’t help but squeeze around the intruding digit. Her breathing comes out in broken pants and moans as Tzuyu slowly slides her finger in and out.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Tzuyu mumbles, her lips again wrapped around Sana’s clit. “Still so tight and warm for me.”

Sana nods, unable to form anything other than a whimpering “Yes.”

“You’re still so quiet, sweetheart,” Tzuyu says as she teases the entrance of Sana’s pussy with her middle finger. “I think you can make a little more noise than that.”

Sana lets out a loud, throaty moan as Tzuyu curls two fingers inside of her. The pads of her fingers rub right against her g-spot, her eyes shut so tight she’s seeing stars.

“Tzu- Tzu. Fuck.” Sana’s brain’s turned to mush. Her thoughts are scattered every which way as Tzuyu fucks them out of her, fingers curling and rubbing expertly against her walls as she pumps them in and out.

“That’s it, baby,” Tzuyu mumbles against Sana’s pussy. “Fuck you feel good.” Her tongue swirls around Sana’s clit. She angles her wrist to reach deeper inside Sana, the thrust of her fingers picking up speed as Sana’s breathing becomes shallower.

Sana’s back slowly arches off the bed, her hips thrusting up in time with Tzuyu’s fingers and tongue. “Yes, baby,” Sana moans. “Just like that.”

Tzuyu keeps her eyes on Sana. She watches as her beautiful chest heaves up and down, her breathing labored as she gets closer to her orgasm. Sana looks beautiful in the low light of their bedroom, hair tousled and slightly damp from sweat.

“C- oh I’m close, Tzu,” Sana stutters out. She squeezes around Tzuyu’s fingers. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as Tzuyu’s lips suction around her clit. Her tongue dances around it ever so perfectly as her fingers piston in and out of her pussy.

Tzuyu’s hand is covered in Sana’s slick, the whole room permeated with the scent and sound of sex. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good. You’ve been such a good girl.”

Sana’s moans and whimpers grow louder, her legs shaking against Tzuyu’s back. She feels her lower belly tighten like a spring about to pop.

“Yes! Baby!”

Tzuyu moans as Sana’s cum covers her hand. She gently moves her fingers in and out of Sana’s pussy, helping her ride out her high. She presses soft kisses to her clit, smiling as Sana’s legs tremble against her.

“You did such a good job, sweetheart,” Tzuyu says softly. She kisses Sana’s clit once more before she slowly pulls her fingers out. She moans softly as she cleans them off, her tongue thoroughly licking over and between each finger.

Sana pants heavily. Her whole body feels like jelly as her legs slide off of Tzuyu’s back as her girlfriend sits up.

“I love you so much,” Sana says through labored breaths. She finally opens her eyes, not as dark but still as familiar.

Tzuyu nods, a smug grin on her face as she scoots up to lay beside her girlfriend. She wipes her hand on her thigh and kisses the side of Sana’s head. “That didn’t take too long.”

Sana bumps her shoulder into Tzuyu’s before rolling her eyes. She lays her still shaky legs over Tzuyu’s and lays her head on her shoulder. “I told you I didn’t want to bother you.”

Tzuyu wraps her arm around Sana’s shoulder, pulling her close. “And I told you I didn’t mind. It’s not every day that my dessert is so sweet.”

“You’re so weird,” Sana says with a playful groan. She turns a little so she can tuck her head between Tzuyu’s shoulder and chin. “What about you?”

Tzuyu yawns, her eyes already closed as she shakes her head. She kisses the top of Sana’s head before she pulls the covers over them. “Tomorrow,” she says through another yawn. “Got all day since it’s Saturday.”

“Only if you’re sure.” Sana says quietly. She runs her fingers over Tzuyu’s belly. Her skin is warm and soft, the smell of rose and lavender soothing her. “Tzu?”

Sana looks up, smiling as she sees Tzuyu’s mouth slightly parted, her breathing slow and even. “I love you. I’m proud of you. Good night.” Sana knows that Tzuyu can’t hear her, but she’ll never miss a chance to say those words.

Please ignore any typos. I did not proof read this at all!

[betweenujb]

yall i don’t think i’m making it through this comeback. i’m afraid this look is gonna put me in an early grave