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[paradisedumpling]

Secret Love

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trope: idol!sakura x lesserafim6thmember!reader; slice of life(?); secret romance; fluff; tiny bit of angst bc it's secret; girlfriend!sakura

content warning: secret relationships; mentions of polyamory; mentions of iz*one; among us; making out after work out; some members get the flu at the end; brief thunderstorm; wine

a/n: to be honest I don't even know what this is anymore bc it was supposed to be something completely different but I did this instead 😭. also, I wrote this when unforgiven was announced so yeah

synopsis: where the other members don't know you're dating and the little moments you and sakura share in the rare moments you get to be together alone (kinda)

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Sakura quietly hummed to herself as she made breakfast for her and the other members.

The sun had risen a few hours ago, but the grey clouds outside blocking the sunlight made it look like it was just a little after six in the morning, even though it must've past nine by now.

The woman scrambled the eggs in the pan with skill, enjoying the quietness in the house. Even though it was considerably late for their usual morning schedules, everyone was still sleeping. The day prior they had had a very late schedule and had gotten home a bit after two in the morning, so their manager allowed them to stay home and sleep-in during the morning. Their first schedule of the day was just after three in the evening, so it was okay.

Sakura was too lost in her thoughts to hear the light feet padding towards the kitchen, getting startled when two arms sneaked around her torso suddenly. Only relaxing when a soft deep morning voice spoke in japanese on her right ear.

"Morning, Kkura." The older woman turned her face to the side to look at a sleepy Y/n, quickly looking around the kitchen before turning back to the other girl and giving her a quick peck on her lips, a smile growing on both of their faces.

"Morning, darling." You snuggled your face in her neck as she went back to cooking, not wanting to burn the eggs. "Did you see if any of the others were awake yet?"

It was common for you two to speak japanese when you were alone, much like it was for when either of you were with Kazuha or the three of you were together. Even if you weren't japanese like the other two, you spoke fluently and always wanted to make sure they felt included and had the warmness of the familiarity of their mother language.

"Didn't see." You mumbled, voice coming out muffled but she heard you loud and clear throughout the quietness of the house. She only hummed in response, enjoying the warm your body provided her.

It was uncommon for the house to be this quiet, all of you being usually very loud people when together, so the both of you were enjoying it. It was also becoming quite uncommon for the two of you to be alone together, your group's schedule getting busier and busier as summer approached.

Even if Sakura wanted to turn off the stove and turn around in your arms to kiss you deeply, she knew she couldn't. For one, you seemed very tired. And she knew she wouldn't hear if anyone came into the kitchen, seen as she didn't hear you earlier. She couldn't risk you two getting caught.

You see, the girls didn't knew the two of you were dating. It wasn't because you were afraid they wouldn't approve of your relationship, far from that. Eunchae was probably the only straight one in the group and all of you knew about the situationship between Chaewon, Yunjin and Kazuha. But the two of you were official, and they weren't. You didn't want to risk the group if you two got too comfortable around others and ended up getting caught. Besides, you and Sakura enjoyed the solitude that was not being teased by your friends for being the group's couple. If you all already teased the trio, you couldn't imagine how it would be with the two of you.

With those thoughts in mind, Sakura simply rested her free hand on top of yours on her stomach, quietly watching the water boil in the kettle as she carefully prepared the mugs with her other hand.

"Oh~ Did you make breakfast for us, unnie?" The older woman nodded as she turned to look at Chaewon, who seemed more tired than you were, still quietly snuggled on her neck. "Thanks." She gave Sakura a smile, passing the two of you to fetch herself a cup of water.

"I'll be serving everything at the table as soon as the coffee is ready." Chaewon nodded, not sparing a glance at the two of you. Sakura didn't move either. It wasn't unusual for all of you to share PDA with each other. And even if the japanese woman was the most reserved with it in front of the cameras, she was never one to refuse any of her members affection. Besides, Chaewon knew how cuddly you got when you were sleepy.

And thinking of it now, as Sakura looked down at you and how you didn't greet your leader like you normally would, she thought you probably fell asleep holding her. Cute.

"Is she napping standing up?" Chaewon asked as she noticed Sakura staring at you adoringly, coming to rest a hand on your back. "Y/n-ah?" You didn't respond. The two woman shared a look before looking back at you with fondness. "Y/n-ah. Wake up." Chaewon lightly shook you and Sakura could feel your arms tense around her before you lifted your head, looking between the two with a confused sleepy face.

"Unnie?" You look at Chaewon, blinking your eyes slowly as you came to your senses. "I wasn't sleeping I swear." But the yawn you let out at the end of the sentence gave away how tired you were.

"Come on to the couch. Let Kkura unnie finish cooking." The small woman sneaked her arms around your shoulders as she pulled you away from Sakura and into her embrace, while another yawn left your mouth as you rubbed your eyes tiredly.

Sakura watched with a small smile on her face as your leader slowly lead you to the living room, sitting down with you and pulling you to lay on top of her. You were like a little sister to Chaewon and Sakura loved watching her best friend take care of you. It reminded her of her brother, and it filled her heart with a warm feeling.

Sighing content, the japanese woman turned around to pour the hot water into the coffee machine and turn off the stove, getting herself mentally ready to go wake the others up and have the house filled with loud noise for the rest of the day.

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"It wasn't me! I swear it wasn't me!" Sakura watched with small giggles as Eunchae yelled defensively at you and Kazuha. The three of you were sitting on a blanket on the floor, playing some game on your phones she felt too lazy to join in. If she did, it would end up more chaotic than your match was right now. "I wasn't even there!"

"If the impostor turns out to be you Hong Eunchae, I swear you won't see your switch for a week after this." You threatened, face slightly red with anger. Eunchae looked at you mortified. How would she play Mario Party with Kyujin without it?

As far as Sakura understood from your yells, you and Kazuha had died and Eunchae was the only of the three of you alive, had convenently not seen Kazuha die even though they were in the same room in the game.

"Ah, these kids..." Chaewon let out a loud sigh as she flopped down beside Sakura on the couch. "Yah! Stop yelling so loud!" The three maknaes looked at the leader and gave her an apologetic smile, before turning to their phones with concentration faces. "Everyday I feel bad for Eunbi unnie more and more." Sakura let out a loud laugh at that, nodding her head.

"It's rough taking care of them, isn't it?" Sakura asked, even though she already knew the answer.

The two older girls remained silently watching the three maknaes playing on the floor, eventually being joined by Yunjin as the american laughed and took photos of the trio.

"You're up in ten!" Their manager said as he opened the door to the waiting room, peaking his head inside to call for the six of you.

"Alright you three, get up." Chaewon ordered and you, Kazuha and Eunchae quickly got up, checking up with your stylish and make-up artists if everything was okay before the six of you got out of the waiting room.

Sakura slowed down her steps when she noticed you quietly falling behind the group to be alone, Eunchae had gone to bicker with Chaewon and Kazuha talk with Yunjin. Your girlfriend knew you were very confident on stage and she would never admit it out loud be she'd watch your fancams daily. Your stage presence was amazing and she'd always blush watching them.

Still, she knew how nervous you got at the first stage of your comebacks. So she silently walked by your side, slipping her hand onto yours and squeezing lightly.

"I'm okay." You told her. You knew she knew you were nervous, and if she didn't she definitely could feel it with your sweaty hands, but you still didn't want her to be nervous because of you.

"Love." She lowered her voice as she spoke in japanese to you, keeping an eye on Kazuha so she wouldn't accidentally hear anything she wasn't supposed to. "Everything will be fine, we all worked hard. Specially you."

"I know." Your voice was shaky and she wished she could do more than just hold your hand and whisper in your ear. But there were too many people around and too little time to work with.

She felt your body tense beside her when you all approached the stage entrance and she took the new dark environment to pull you to the side and away from the other members.

Sakura held your face and looked into your eyes, slowly and deeply breathing as you unconsciously copied her. "You'll do great, baby. You've practiced hard and this is your territory. You're gonna get into that stage and make everyone scream in excitement." She caressed your cheek, smiling when you nodded. "I love you." She let go of your face to hug you, squeezing your body before quickly pulling away and taking your hand to lead you back towards the girls and the staff.

The japanese woman kept a close eye on you until the moment UNFORGIVEN started to play and your entire demeanor changed, the nerves quickly fading away as you sang and danced, being immersed in your zone. Sakura was sure that was going to become one of her favorite fancams as soon as it gets out.

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Sakura walked the halls of the HYBE building in silence, a small smile plastering her face. Today you were all given the day off, due to the storm outside that had been going on since the early morning. You only had schedules outside today so it had all to be rescheduled, but of course Sakura didn't mind.

With the newfound free time, she had spend the entire morning and most of her evening playing videogames on the computers at the company building, not bothering to check her phone once as she knew if she was needed they'd call her instead of text.

But when she did get tired of gaming and decided to see what the others were doing during their day and text her manager to drive her to the dorm, she felt excitement fill her body and she didn't even opened her manager's chat after checking on the Le Sserafim's non-business group chat.

Eunchae had gone to her parents house. Chaewon, Yunjin and Kazuha were home. And you were at the company practicing. Honestly, Sakura felt a bit sad for not checking her phone sooner because that meant she could've spent more time alone with you. But she was still happy that you both still had a few hours before you had to go home. Still, she didn't rush to the practice room.

Now that she was out of the computer room she noticed that there wasn't many people in the building, all probably also having their schedules cancelled for the day. Even with her being deep into the building, she could still clearly hear the heavy rain with occasional thunder outside. And less people in the HYBE building meant it was less likely for someone to come knocking in your practice room and interrupt you two. So Sakura took her time walking in the halls in hopes of seeing any potential interruptor to keep in her mind.

Once she finally reached the practice room, her smile grew bigger as she heard music coming from inside. The woman opened the door and rushed inside, before quietly shutting it as not to disturb you.

When she turned around, she saw you by the corner, empty water bottle in hand as you monitored the routine you had just finished on your phone screen. Sakura quietly giggled to herself as she silently approached you, hugging you from behind and laughing when you jumped in surprise.

"Unnie!" You squealed, looking over your shoulder at your girlfriend's playful face. "You scared me!"

"I know." She mutered, looking down at the pout on your lips. "You know.... No one's around...."

"Hm..." You hummed, turning around in her arms and pulling her closer, knowing where she was going with that, your routine already forgotten in your head. "I'm sweaty though."

"You know I don't care..." Sakura was still looking at your lips as she slowly guided you to the wall, smirking to herself when your back hit the wall. "I missed you." You smiled and was about to respond when her lips crashed on yours.

You both sighed as your mouths moved together, her hands wrapping around your shoulders as you pulled her by the hips. You felt her hands tugging your hair and you gasped. Sakura took that opportunity to slip her tongue inside your mouth and press you into the wall with your body.

Sakura's hands traveled down to your back, slipping past your shirt and caressing your skin, making you shiver. Her mouth left your lips and she started kissing down your jaw, making you let out soft noises.

Sakura was about to kiss your neck when a loud noise resonated in the practice room, the sound of 'Impurities' breaking the two of you apart with a loud groan from the japanese woman.

"What does she want?" You put a hand on your mouth to hide your laugh and your red face when Sakura reluctantly pulled away to grab her phone on her back pocket and bring it to her ear. "Yes, Chaewon?"

You took the opportunity to walk around the practice room and gather your things. Wether Chaewon was calling to get you two home or not, you were sure you weren't going to practice after this. Even if only Sakura had to leave, your mind wouldn't be able to focus on dancing for a while.

"Oh, really? Okay, okay. We'll be home soon." You turned to look at your girlfriend when she referred to the both of you. You had a small pout on your face, sad that you and Sakura didn't get much time together. "Yeah, I'm with her. I just got here." She looked at you, giving you a small smile. "Do I bring dinner? No? You sure? Oh, nice. Okay. Bye-bye!"

"So I guess we are going home?" You asked when the call ended, slouching in defeat as Sakura walked towards you.

"There's a bad thunderstorm coming, it isn't safe to go home later." Your mouth opened in a small 'o', shoulders straightening as you now understood why your time with Sakura was cut short. You were glad Chaewon called.

"We should get going then!" You squealed, turning around to walk to the door, now very much aware of the sound of heavy rain outside. If you could hear it from inside the practice room, then it was bad. And you were just a tiny bit scared.

"I can't believe my girlfriend is afraid of storms." Sakura giggled, pulling you back just to take a hold of your hand and walk with you.

"I'm not–"

"Don't worry, Y/n-ah. Your strong girlfriend will protect you~" Your face turned bright red at Sakura's teasing. You let out a loud squeal when she grabbed your face to give you a hard kiss before opening the door and leading you two out to the corridors. You were too dazed to even notice your surroundings. Sakura laughed loudly at your face. "I love you so much, Y/n."

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Sakura and Chaewon opened the door while chatting loudly, laughing at each other. The two of them had just gotten back home from an outting with a few of the Iz*one members. It was Friday and they both had the weekend off, but since they had planned to go to the beach with the rest of the Le Sserafim members tomorrow they got back home before midnight. It must've been just past ten. But they were in a good and light mood and we're planning on drinking home for the rest of the night.

"I think we have some wine." Chaewon had a big smile on her face, happy with how her night went.

"Where's the others? It's quiet." Sakura said, sitting on the table, but intently watching Chaewon take the wine bottle from the fridge. "Should I call Yunjin?"

"Yes! See if Zuha and Y/n are awake too then all of us can–"

"You're home!" They both turned to look at Yunjin at the entrance of the kitchen. The two older woman noticed how the american looked tired and how her hair was messy, but with their light mood they simply thought it was just their busy schedule catching up to Yunjin after she finally had time to rest.

"Hey Jen, you want wine?" Chaewon asked with a big smile, raising the bottle in her hands a little.

But Yunjin shook her head, confusing the two woman. Specially Chaewon. "You didn't read my texts, did you?" She let out a sight and closed her eyes, knowing they didn't even check their phones since they left their house. Otherwise, she knew they wouldn't be inviting her to drink.

"Where's the maknaes?" Chaewon asked carefully, now fully taking notice of Sakura's statement that the house was quiet.

"Hopefully sleeping." Yunjin opened her eyes, looking between Chaewon and Sakura as they looked at her apprehensively. "Kazuha and Y/n have a fever. Eunchae's feeling sore and she's warm, but not feverish yet." Chaewon and Sakura's eyes widened in shock, the wine bottle being carefully placed on the counter as Chaewon processed Yunjin's words. "I've already had them take a cold bath, gave them medicine, which we have to buy more by the way, and made them soup from a recipe my mom sent me." Yunjin smiled reassuringly at them, seeing the worry in their eyes growing with each word she said. "I rearranged Zuha's bed so I could put her mattress on the floor and grabbed mine and Manchae's mattresses so they could all sleep together in there. They've been clingy and whiney." Yunjin rolled her eyes at her last phrase, but she had a playful smile on her lips. "It was also easier to keep an eye on them if they were all together." The american let out another sight. "Anyways, after they ate some soup I put them to sleep. Like, twenty minutes ago I think. So they're hopefully sleeping already."

Chaewon and Sakura slowly nodded at Yunjin's words, their minds running many thoughts, guilt setting into their cores for not being home earlier.

"Hey, they're okay for now. I took good care of our maknaes!" Yunjin had a proud smile, pointing to herself. Sakura let out a nasal laugh at that, a small grin appearing on Chaewon's lips. They were feeling less worried now, although still guilt. "I kinda made a mess running around so don't mind it." Yunjin giggled awkwardly, rubbing her neck and looking away. "I cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom already though."

"Thanks for taking care of them, Yunjin." Chaewon finally walked towards the other woman, putting a hand on her shoulders. "How about you? Are you feeling any sore?" Chaewon put her hand on Yunjin's forehead to check her temperature, making the taller one laugh.

"I'm okay Chaechae, don't worry." Sakura looked at the two of them with a fond smile, her lips slowly dropping when she remembered her own lover.

Her girlfriend was sick. You were rarely sick. Sakura probably has never seen you sick before, only heard stories here and there. Still, it was common sense that you had a good immune system and barely ever felt unwell. But right now you were sick. Very sick at that. And Sakura didn't knew.

She knew you probably wouldn't have told her regardless of Yunjin being here or not and choosen to suffer until she got back because you wouldn't want the older woman to miss her outting because of you. But she can't help but feel like you would be wishing for her and she wasn't there to comfort you.

"Kkura?" Sakura blinked startled when a hand gently shook her shoulder.

"Sorry, I was thinking." She looked at Chaewon's understanding eyes and felt her heart get a bit calm. Only her best friend's presence already did a lot to calm her down. "What was it?"

"I told Yunjin to go take a shower while we go check on the girls." Sakura nodded, following Chaewon to Kazuha's room, where they found the three youngest girls curled up on the mattresses on the floor.

"I wonder what happened." Sakura whispered, crouching down at your head and gently brushing the sticky hair out of your forehead, checking your temperature in the process. Still warm. "For them to get sick at the same time, I mean." She didn't need to look at Chaewon to know she had a questioning look on her face.

Instead, she kept looking at her girlfriend. Your face was contorted into a uncomfortable expression, but otherwise you seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

"They've been together a lot these past days." Sakura nodded, gently caressing your hair. She smiled when your face muscles relaxed. "Probably caught something when Eunchae took them out to make friends." They both had to suppress a laugh when the mentioned girl moved, not wanting to wake any of you up.

It was fun how you and Kazuha were satisfied with only having them as friends but Eunchae was determined to have you two make a least a couple more of friends.

"At least they got sick when we had the day off–"

"Unnie?" They both stopped talking and moving when they heard a raspy voice, Sakura looking at your confused face as you tiredly rubbed your eyes. "Hmmm Kuku is that you?" Sakura smiled at the nickname you only called her when it was only the two of you together, glancing at Chaewon by the corner of her eyes.

"Yeah. Me and Chaewon." You only hummed, sighing as you turned around to look at the two older woman better, Chaewon walking to be besides Sakura by your head.

"Hi unnies." You smiled at then, wincing and closing your eyes as you did so.

"You okay, Y/n?" Chaewon put her hand on your forehead to check on your temperature.

"Yeah. Headache." You yawned, leaning on Chaewon's warm hand. "Was the outting good?" You asked with a voice heavy with sleep, eyes fluttering close again.

"It was." Chaewon spoke in a soft voice, looking at you with adoration and worry. "You should go back to sleep, big baby."

"Thirsty."

Chaewon giggled. "I'll go get it for you." You nodded.

Sakura watched Chaewon leave attentively before she turned back to you, sighing. "I guess we aren't going to the beach anymore then."

"Just cause we'd share a room." You mumbled in frustration, snuggling up on Sakura's hand as she caressed your cheek.

Your girlfriend stared down at you with amusement. You were feeling miserable, yet the only thing you could think of was her. It made her heart warm with love, although she was still concerned about you. It was rare that you got sick, specially this sick. But she felt loved knowing she was on your mind even in moments like this.

"If you and Zuha get better just enough to travel and Eunchae doesn't get worse by tomorrow then we can still go. We were planning on staying the night there anyways." Your excitement little smile made a big one appear on Sakura's lips.

"I'd like that." You opened your eyes and looked up at your girlfriend. "I think I need cuddles to get better." Sakura put a hand on her mouth so she wouldn't laugh at your words. "I'm serious, Kuku."

"I'm sure you are." You shared fond stares before being interrupted by the door opening, Chaewon coming inside with a glass of water and Yunjin followed.

"Hey, babygirl. Are you feeling better?" Yunjin asked you with a sweet voice, attentively watching Sakura help you sit up just enough to drink the water Chaewon was handing you.

"Too soon to tell." You mumbled, sighing in content as the cold water soothed your sore throat.

"I told her that we might still go tomorrow if she and Zuha are feeling better." Sakura told the other two, receiving nodding approval. All of you were needing a vacation, and even with you and the other maknaes sick, you could get some healing time at the beach.

"Well, you better rest well then." Chaewon said, grabbing Yunjin's hand. "I'll take this one to rest. You take her cup to the kitchen, unnie?" Sakura nodded, silently watching the two girls leave the room.

"You should rest too, baby." Sakura whispered to her girlfriend, silently giggling as you already had your eyes closed, grip weak on the water cup.

Sakura grabbed the cup, guiding the you to lay down. She pressed her lips to your forehead, covering you with your discarded blankets.

"Goodnight, my love."

With fondness in her eyes, Sakura left the room wishing she could cuddle her girlfriend like you wanted her too. But at the end of the day, she would cherish your soft and peaceful moments until the day the girls find out you two are dating.

"Night-night, Kuku...."

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a/n: this went so many places I wasn't planning but at least it worked?

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thank you so much for reading!! <3

[melpomene-writes]

revenge

im nayeon x fem!reader // smut (minors dni)

everyone has their own kryptonite. something that makes you weak beyond comparison, but you're drawn to it regardless, because it has that allure you can't quite place.

nayeon's kryptonite is lipstick. on your lips, specifically.

there's something about the way the pigment glides across your lips that sets her on edge. she can't look away when you apply it. when you reapply it after she kisses it off you. the tantalizing little mark it leaves on the bronze skin of her neck when you gently kiss it, whispering for her to take you home. the stubborn stain of it on her shirt when she pulls you in for a hug — deliberately before your freshest coat dries — as a subtle reminder to people that she's happily taken. even the way it tastes (that weirdly pleasant chemical flavor they insist on adding to every formula, even though you're not supposed to ingest it, but you can't help licking your lips afterwards, you know?) drives her mad.

but there's nothing that renders her quite so weak as the sight of your lipstick smeared against the lilac silicone of her strap as the heat of your mouth envelops the tip.

it's always fun to watch her knuckles grip the arm of your vanity chair in fleeting patience as you languidly suck her cock, putting on a little show for her, knowing she's seconds away from giving in to the carnal desire it fills her with and pounding you into the nearest surface. you never have to take it too deep, just deep enough for the paint on your lips to coalesce with your spit, leaving a few streaks down the side of the plastic.

up until today, you never realized that this little performance didn't have to be completely aesthetical.

today, there isn't just memorization in nayeon's eyes as she drinks in the sight of your lips straining around the girth of her cock; there's also concentration. you have one hand firmly pressing down on the base of her harness, rocking it upwards against her clit with every careful bob of your head. it's thick enough to make your jaw ache, but fuck is it worth it to hear the pleasured pants falling from her lips.

your stomach flutters at the slight twitching of her hips, feeling her restrain herself, fighting the urge to thrust her hips forward and fuck your face in search of her orgasm. the thought of her surrendering to that instinct makes you ache.

relaxing yourself as much as you can, you close your eyes and try to take her an inch or so deeper than comfortable, unable to stop yourself from choking a little on the toy.

"easy, love, don't hurt yourself," nayeon quickly breathes out, stumbling on a gentle moan as you grind the base against her on your way up, removing your lips carefully.

there's conflict in her brown eyes as you open yours, now ever so slightly watery. "you know, you can move your hips," you mumble against the silicone. there were several pink rings adorning its length now, perfectly smudged.

nayeon hisses softly, her breath hitching at the words. "i want you to be comfortable—"

"i will be," you assure her, smiling against the tip of the cock, beaming internally as the apprehension begins to melt from her expression when you give her the best doe-eyes you can muster. "please?"

"how do i stay no to that?" she mutters breathlessly.

victorious, you draw the tip into your mouth once more, pulse quickening as her hand cups the back of your head a little firmer.

this time, your head remains still, the ball now wholly in your lover's court. nayeon tests the waters with a slow, shallow thrust, and you maintain the harness' pressure against her clit with one hand as you bury the other between your thighs. there's nothing surprising about the river of slick you find there.

the heat against your fingertips makes you whimper around the toy, and the sound seems to flip a switch in your lover's mind. inhibitions to the wind, nayeon sets an undemanding tempo, sighing lowly with pleasure as she gently thrusts into your mouth. every sound leaving her lips found its way between your legs, blossoming into a licentious tandem with you humming in return.

a slight slip of your hand seems to press the strap against her at a more agreeable angle, for she unabashedly moans at the new sensation, hips bucking with far less control. "fuck, that's good," she breathes.

keeping your hand there, you enthusiastically stare at how her chiseled abdomen rises and falls with increasingly labored breaths. more of those gorgeously unadulterated sounds pepper themselves into her steady stream of pants. the thinnest sheen of sweat glistens against her tanned skin. as her hips seem to stutter more and more, the hand sandwiched between your thighs desperately rubs your slick heat.

"shit," she groans, sensual, guttural, tightening her hold on your head, thrusting a little deeper, a korean curse slipping from her lips in response. the depth makes you drool around the silicone, and the sight is enough to send her over the edge. nayeon whines as a hazy orgasm washes over her. her head lolls back, showing off the kissable column of her neck, leading down to her gently heaving chest underneath the confines of her sports bra. it's a sight you'll never forget.

as her body recovers and you withdraw from her strap, she laughs breathlessly. "i've... never done that,” she admits, the faintest of bashful pinks illuminating her cheeks.

"would you do it again?" you ask, wiping your chin and rising to your feet. nayeon grins, coaxing you onto her lap, seemingly through with her momentary display of shyness. you take a seat atop her thighs, shuffling forward until your chests are flush against one another.

"only if you would," she hums, her hand closing around the wrist you just had stuffed between your heated thighs. she lifts your wet fingers to her lips, tongue darting out to clean them of your slick, sighing at your taste. "fuck, did you look good with my dick in your mouth," she groans pruriently. the words make you throb.

with a leg situated either side of her hips, you grind forwards, sighing as the ridges of her strap brush against your heat. her hands greedily grab at your upper thighs, and you lean forward, hoping to ensnare her lips in a kiss.

nayeon, however, tilts her head to the side, brushing her lips against the corner of your mouth instead. you whine in indignation — you just let her fuck your face, you deserve a little kiss — but she doesn't yield, instead trailing kisses along the length of your jaw. "you've had your fun," she murmurs, low and sultry, against your skin. "now, it's my turn."

she rises from the chair, her strong grip on your thighs keeping you supported as she carries you over to the bed, lips latched onto your neck to further deny you your kiss. you're dripping with anticipation by the time she lowers you onto the mattress, carefully resting your head on the pillows. with one final peck of her lips, she reaches to the other side of the bed, grabbing another cushion.

"hips up," she hums, extra smug when you obey without hesitation. she slides the pillow underneath you, keeping your hips elevated. cheeks burning with desire, you try to guess how she's planning on taking you.

seemingly satisfied by how you're spread for her, terribly turned on but oh so well behaved, she reaches for the draw of the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lubricant: the special stimulating kind she insists on splurging for, just for your pleasure.

but that's not all she withdraws. there's a small toy in her hand, a well-loved bullet vibrator, something your lover considers to be a fantastic teammate in the bedroom.

oh, i'm fucked.

wickedly smirking, nayeon squeezes a generous amount of lube into her hand and begins to coat the strap, agonizingly slowly. both of you watch with parted lips as the smudged paint of your lipstick bleeds into the sticky liquid. as the excess runs onto the harness, you can't help but nibble your lip in anticipation, pondering just how rough she intends to be with you.

something of a laugh escapes her as she feasts her eyes on your core, undoubtedly glistening and swollen with arousal. condescending, almost. "this wet, all from sucking strap, hmm?" she purrs, keeping your legs spread either side of her hips.

you don't have time to shudder at her cocky attitude before she nudges the head of her cock against your clit. the chill of the lubricant makes you gasp — a stark contrast to the warmth of her hand caressing the apex of your thigh.

slowly, with care, she guides the bulbous tip into your heat. you can feel yourself stretch around each rib of the strap; it's so thick, if the soreness pricking at the corners of your mouth is testament to anything. overwhelmingly thick, in the best possible way. the pillow underneath your hips welcomes the strap at a sinful angle, leaving you lightly panting before she's fully bottomed out.

nayeon's eyes shamelessly roam your splayed frame, lingering on your breasts, the faint bite mark framing your nipple, the mess of your spit-slicked lips and back to where you're spread so nicely for her.

there's no haste to move when she's fully hilted inside you. she towers over you on her knees, smiling at the first breathless 'fuck' that escapes you as you adjust to her indulgent size, the scar above her lip quirking when you involuntarily clench around her.

"where'd all that confidence go?" she muses, shifting her hips deliberately, forcing the strap against the spot she knows far too well, knows exactly what it does to you. you choke on a moan as she gives a deep experimental thrust. her tongue drags across her canine as she grins, " you can take me fucking your mouth, but not your pussy? oh, honey."

whimpering, you reach down to where her hand rests on your hip, needing a bit of sympathy from the demon splitting you open. wordlessly, nayeon gives your palm a squeeze. her fingers trace the gemstone centered on the silver band decorating your ring finger, eyes tender with adoration as it glitters in the lamplight. she searches your gaze for apprehension, for an indication of discomfort, a sign that her words are too harsh, anything.

you smile up at her through drooly lips. nothing more needs to be said.

neither of you have the patience to prolong the moment. she unsheathes her cock from your warmth, licking her lips at the lavender silicone streaked with your lipstick and essence. then, with tenacity, she drives her hips forward.

precisely, her cock bullies itself against your sweet spot, undulating inside you with a roughness you'll feel tomorrow. mewling, you claw at the pillow beneath your head, immediately thrown in the deep end of pleasure. she's always merciless after you get on your knees for her, but this is different. there's no climb to the precipice. she wants to ruin you after the stunt you pulled.

groaning at the pressure of the strap against her still-sensitive nerves, nayeon fucks into you with deep, steady slams of her hips. the ribbed shaft drags against you intensely, refusing to give you a break from stimulation, slick dripping from your stretched hole. as your back arches viscerally, the tip nudges against parts of your heat you forgot existed, promptly sapping any thought from your head. all you can process is her size. she's so big, fucking you so mean, and you're so full.

strangled, pitchy, pathetic little sounds fly from your lips as she hooks her hands underneath your thighs for leverage. with your legs bowed, forced apart by her corded forearms, she's able to bury her cock deep in your guts with primal intimacy. flyaway hairs from her braid cling to her scarred bronze skin, sweaty with exertion, but it's a workout she takes great pleasure in, especially when your eyes are half rolled back in bliss.

"that's it, nice and deep," she coos. she drags out the syllables, accentuating them with two particularly cruel thrusts, making you see white.

her name escapes you in a whine. nayeon simply chuckles, continuing to snap her hips into you, well aware that the thoroughness of her fucking will have you keening and wailing embarrassingly quickly.

the bedsheets strain beneath your fingertips as you clutch them for sanity, the pit in your stomach growing dangerously close to swallowing you whole. losing yourself in the euphoric pounding of her dick, you gnaw on your bottom lip.

you don't even remember the bullet resting against the side of the pillow beneath your hips. hell, you don't even register the loss of one of her hands as she picks it up, clicking it once, then five times in quick succession until the toy vibrates with maximum intensity, the sound of buzzing cutting through your moans and her pants.

oh, you're fucked.

immediately, your eyes widen, finding a devious look on your lover's face as she smooths her messy hair with the back of her hand, pinching the vibrator between her fingers.

she laughs darkly at your expression. "what, did you think i was going to go easy on you? after what you did to me?" her eyes are clouded over with a nefarious fog. the golden glow of her brown irises may as well be nectar straight from the fruit of eden, harboring nothing but decadent lust.

you can't beg for her to turn it down a notch before she's holding the toy flush against your clit. a blinding pleasure seizes you, crawling into your skin, your bones, possessing you completely. crying out, you dig your nails into the bedding, hips stuttering under the unrelenting force of the bullet on your clit. nayeon presses it firmer against you, rocking small circles onto your nerves as her cock grinds deeper, carnal circles inside of you.

dumb with ecstasy, you moan something utterly incomprehensible. some slurred, pleasure-drunk variation of her name, presumably, but as your legs tremble with your orgasm being ripped from you, you can’t muster a shred of control over yourself. you feel yourself shake, drip, toes curling and back arching, coming loudly as the cord snaps.

"fuck, there you go, beautiful," she groans, stilling her hips to hover over you, keeping the vibe snug against your clit. "make a mess for me, damn," she curses.

you're not given a shred of compassion, zero time to recover, because she isn't showing any indication of removing the bullet from your too-sensitive nerves. her lips swallow your overstimulated cry heatedly, kissing you sloppily. you wail, tears swimming along your waterline as your hips try to squirm away from the onslaught, but your legs lock around her waist and your nails carve furious lines into her back.

nayeon keeps you full of her cock, keeps that evil toy circling your stiff, throbbing clit. "nayeon—" you manage to sob, drawing blood from the taut muscle of her back.

"take it, angel," she moans, stealing another bruising kiss.

a slew of curses is muffled against her hot mouth, not that they'd be coherent in any case. the stimulation hurts, but it hurts so fucking good, and if she stopped before you came again it would kill you. the primitive need to come for her, to be her good docile girl, to ensure her strap leaves you twice as wet as it entered you, overwhelms your fucked-out brain.

there's no warning as that pressure boils over a second time. mascara streams down your cheeks as the tears spill, your body shuddering violently against nayeon's hold. she kisses you gently as you sob, clicking off the vibe and tossing it to the side, murmuring praise and sweet nothings in korean against your quivering lips.

in your rawness, you struggle to reciprocate, lips parting but unable to meld against hers. but she's patient, as always, in these moments. a word rolls off your tongue — probably a curse, unintelligible and desperate — while waves of bliss ebb and flow through your core.

"breathe for me, baby," she whispers, the sexual deviant from moments ago replaced by your loving, wonderful fiancée. her clean hand moves to caress your cheek, thumb tracing a line up, then down, beckoning for your breaths to follow her rhythm. breathing is hard when you're so full, but you try, for her, clutching the angry scars cutting into her bicep for needed support.

heartbeats quickened by two different kinds of exhaustion gradually calm down, and after a few minutes, they find synchrony.

you find yourself smiling against her lips, boneless underneath her. a hand moves to brush over the raised scar tissue cutting into her nose. delicately, you press your lips to hers, half-lidded eyes catching a glimpse of the lazy, content smile on her face.

when nayeon pulls back, you drink in her beauty. her strong yet soft face you're convinced was hand-carved by a deity. unruly curls trying to break free from the braid tickling your shoulder. sweet, perfect lips that you'll never tire of kissing.

admist your admiration of your lover, need begins to stir within you once more, intensified only by the tenderness in your core, the gentle pulsating of your walls against the toy still nestled inside of you. if you're still yearning for her after two mind-shattering peaks, she's undoubtedly aching.

"can we keep going, without the vibe this time?" you whisper sweetly, twirling the end of her braid between your fingertips.

nayeon kisses your temple, still careful not to adjust her hips. "of course, sweetheart," she smiles. "should i be gentler—"

"no," you interject with more clarity than anticipated. her brow raises in surprise at your firmness. "you won't come again if you're gentle with me," you breathe out, tracing a pattern into the muscle of her shoulder.

her eyes darken at your words. she takes a steady breath, exhaling with a low whistle.

"are you trying to kill me?" she murmurs, her tone husky enough to make you twitch. god, she's deliciously easy to rile up, you think as your heart flutters.

before you can reply, she eases herself out of your heat. you whine at the sudden emptiness, missing the stretch her strap brings within seconds, pulsing around nothing.

nayeon pushes up onto her knees, giving you a wonderful view of her glistening abs, the messy silicone between her legs, and most tantalizing of all: the dark patch of fabric on her boxers, soaked through by her arousal and your spend.

"get on your front," she orders, raking a hand through her hair, smirking hedonistically. "ass up, keep the pillow where it is."

stammering, you roll over, positioning yourself as she demanded while hiding your excitement in the pillow by your face.

a broad hand massages the flesh of your behind as the tip of her strap teases your slick folds.

"you're not walking tomorrow."

not proofread, i'm lazy and tired and drained from work. no update for the next few days, taking a little break.

[bebeyeyo]

lovesick | drabble

genre: angst

pairing: yandere!mina x reader

content warnings: threats to kill, gaslighting, breaking and entering, knife

a/n: ‘kill bill’ mina up in here

the girl stares down at her phone, reading the many, many text messages she’s sent you; not one reply from you.

your last reply was telling mina to please leave you alone and that she needs to move on; that her erratic behaviors weren’t healthy and that she needs help.

in mina’s eyes, all she was doing was trying to make things right. she wants you back. she misses you, she can’t help but have you harass her mind 24/7.

‘y/n, please answer me!’

‘please, I know you miss how we were.’

‘i’m sorry I fucked up, but please let me make it up to you.’

‘baby, please, I love you so much.’

‘y/n..’

‘ANSWER ME!’

mina was going crazy, although others weren’t there to see it.

but…it was fine. it was okay. she knew in the end, it would all be fine. just fine.

she smiles as she was brushing her hair looking at herself in the mirror, eyes wide, a smile on her face. not long after she placed her brush in her drawer.

she wanted to see you, tonight. and she wanted to look her best before she did. she wore her perfume that you love so much. she knew you’d be happy to see her tonight as well.

so when she she finally approached your house, and climbed through your open window, her heart was pounding with excitement as she was finally in your room again. one you kicked her out of. but she didn’t care.

the smile on her face was permanent once she saw you enter your bedroom with now a horrified expression as you were now face to face with mina.

“y/n! I’ve missed you so much!” she giggles as she goes to hug you, but you only dodge the hug, backing up.

only that little bit of rejection made mina’s anger boil within, but calming down.

“oh come on, don’t be like that, love. I know you’ve missed me. you seem so lonely in this house everyday.”

your eyes go wide hearing this, “y-you watch me?”

your ex girlfriend only chuckles with the shake of her head.

“oh sweetie..of course! how else am I supposed to make sure you’re safe? and not with any other bitch?” you shake your head angrily at what is said.

“no mina. you cannot just barge in here, talking crazy shit acting like you care about me, and it’s none of your business about who I see! I ended things between us for a reason!” you shout.

“well, I know what I did was wrong-”

“yes, damn right you should! mina you’re fucking crazy! you need to get help! I’m not just a puppet you can control and look after 24/7! god, you are fucking sick-”

out of nowhere, not really, mina’s kitchen knife now appears in front of you. she holds it with an iron grip, so tightly her knuckles are white.

“you shouldn’t say those things, my love. don’t you know how much I’ve done for you? how much I love you? you’d be lost without me. i keep you safe, I protect you, and you talk to me this way?” the fear in your eyes was evident, but mina didn’t care as her eyes were filled with lovesick rage.

she chuckles, “I should just kill you..but, you’re too precious. I want you in my life. now I have to take extreme measures to make sure you stay in it..”

“you may not love me anymore, but you’ll learn to again once I’m finished.”

you’re pretty sure you’re now trapped with this monster you’ve called your girlfriend.

you have no choice but to comply with her, knowing how sick and twisted her ways can get, if you were only to push her so far.

without any words, she calms down, carefully wrapping her arms around you, her nose nuzzling in your cheek inhaling your scent, as if she were some animal.

you couldn’t escape, no matter how much you tried.

[skyminsworld]

Lookin for a hotd themed rp (house of the dragon)

Yall im back and realised im desperate for a rp like this

Basically am lookin for a Rhaenyra or Alicent or both for my fem oc (im a simp for both)

Or even mix up skz and hotd themes

About me:

My timezone is EEST

Can rp on here Discord ,instagram ,twitter etc

Semi-lit to literate can write a whole pharagraph if needed

Usually do GxG ,MxG ,MxM ,poly

We can talk out a plot together

Preferably 18+ as we can also include smut

Fluff ,Smut ,angst all welcomed

Yea thats all so do contact me if you wanna rp

We can talk outside of rp too since I love meeting new people

Preferably long term

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[idontplaytrack]

MY CHARMED ONE [4]

Capri Donahue x Harper Sibling!fem reader

Warnings: mentions & descriptions of sickness, coarse language and fluff

In which reader wakes up sick and Capri takes care of her. In other words, this story is done with smut for a minute💀

“Hey, why didn’t you wake me up? Did I sleep through the alarm? I was supposed to go to the library to study.”

“Studying can wait. You’d better stay home.” Capri told you, pouring hot water into two mugs.

“I-” You’d barely opened your mouth to speak when one look out the window caused some squeezing pain in your head and your eyes screwed shut, “Fine.”

“I thought you felt a little warm to the touch.” Capri gestured for you to walk over to the kitchen to get your mug. “I don’t know why I’m sick, but I do know why I have a headache.”

“Of course, you’ve been sobbing all night last night.” Capri sighed, “I literally went to spoon you and you were sniffling.”

“Shit!”

Capri laughs, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of you.”

“We’ve gone on one date.” You glanced at her as you took a swig of the orange rooibos tea.

“And what is your point?” She squinted at you, “We’ve already reached a whole other level of our relationship a

ready.”

“Capri I can’t argue with you right now.”

“I’m not asking you to argue with me, what I’m trying to say is that I don’t care how many dates we’ve been on. I care about you, you’re my girlfriend. End of discussion.”

You nearly dropped your mug, eyes looking at her like she had three heads all of a sudden. “Why so surprised?”

“I just- never mind.”

“I mean it.” Capri answered earnestly. Your response was a silent nod as you carried on drinking your tea. “I’ll go get the thermometer to make sure your temperature isn’t too high.”

“I don’t care- I already feel like shit.”

“I care.” Capri glares at you, offended as she got up to retrieve the thermometer.

You avoided her statements, asking, “Do you ever cry so much you feel like spewing your guts afterwards? Or is that just me?” As she was walking back from the bathroom, she stops in her tracks, “What?”

“I dunno. The headache seems to be making me nauseous.”

“Oh, that. Yeah, I’ve been through that before.” She scoffs, sticking the thermometer under your tongue.

The doorbell rings, she goes to answer it. “Keep still, and stay put.” She instructed, “Oh- Darby.”

Your body tenses up.

“She’s having a little fever.” Capri says.

“Oh, crap.” You heard your sister at the door. Your head whipped around. “Don’t move or the reading will be off.” Capri huffs. Defeated, you did as she said.

“What are you doing here, anyway?”

“I wanted to talk to her, and apologise. But it seems now’s not a good time.”

“You’re here already- just come in.” Capri told her decisively. The thermometer beeps and you took it out.

“Alright then.” Darby shrugs, walking into the house. Capri quickly shut the door and took the thermometer from you. “102.” She reads off the tiny screen. “What?” Darby exclaimed. “It’s not a big deal.” You got up to pour another mugful of hot water.

“I don’t know how you got sick and you’re acting like you have seasonal allergies instead of a 102 fever?”

“It’s because of me. She’s been very stressed out lately and it’s just not good- I’m sorry.” Darby spoke up.

“Just don’t ever tell me how I should be acting about Mom’s passing. We both have our own way of coping- you may not realise it but the way you respond to how I would talk about it, about her…actually freaking hurts, Darby. I know you love me, but it just hasn’t seem like it in years.”

“I really am sorry, and I hear you. I’ll stop acting that way - I’ll be mindful of it.”

“Okay, take medication.” Capri hands a pill to you, along with a glass of water.

“You’re gonna half to split that in half.” Darby says.

“Alright.” Capri shrugs, making use of her telekinesis to put the pill down and get a knife all the way from the kitchen.

“Dude, are you serious? How well can you even control your power?!” Darby asks, alarmed.

“Pretty well. Besides, nothing’s in the way.” Capri replies, grabbing ahold of the knife and then cutting the pill into two for you. Darby looks at you, worried. You just shrugged.

“What’d you bring?”

“Brownies from the bakery we like.” Darby informs you. “But you probably shouldn’t because chocolate is ‘heaty’ and all.”

“Who’s gonna know if I do eat some? Dad’s not here.” You laugh, grabbing a piece from the box, handing it to Capri first before grabbing one for yourself.

“Just eat.” Capri scoffs, “No one’s gonna tell on you. Darby, truce?”

“Did you forget what I told you that night when you saved her from the car? We’re starting fresh.”

“Just needed to be sure. That night was a bit of a mess.” Capri admits, “Your Dad still doesn’t know that-”

“If he doesn’t ask, we’re not telling. It’ll spare us a lot of nagging and restrictions because he’d be scared to let us go out alone.” Darby says.

“Right.” You stifle a laugh.

“Also, if you need to throw up.” Capri began, you all see a plastic trash can levitating, “Here’s the trash can.”

“I’m uh, not gonna stay long because I have date, but you two enjoy your little day in. y/n, I will see you whenever you get back home.”

“Bye, Harper.” Capri smiled slightly.

“See ya, Darby.”

Darby smiled in return, “Feel better soon, y/n. Rest up.” Well, Darby leaves. So it was just you and Capri alone, again.

“Can I get some cuddles, Capri?”

“Of course you can.” She smiled at you affectionately, which ordinarily would freak you the hell out, but you being sick and sleepy, happy sunk into her arms without much thought. “Are you cold?”

“A little.”

The room instantly became a bit warmer, thanks to Capri and her newfound power. She didn’t even have to get up to grab things anymore- well, at home at least.

“Thanks.”

“I swear, you, your sister and your Dad are the only ones not afraid of me.” She laughs at the memory.

“I am definitely not afraid of you. But then the thought of you- you being my girlfriend? I shock myself sometimes.”

“Baby.” Capri said back, “I’m lucky to have you. You’re quickly making me soft, but I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life the way that I do now.”

[itsdelicates-blog]

Sleep Aid~ Vera Farmiga x Reader

summary~ you can't sleep, but vera is your sleep aid.

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Grumbling in annoyance, I sit up in my bed and stretch my legs. Atleast a solid 1 hour and a half I've been trying to sleep with no luck at all. Huffing, I get out of bed and grab my fluffy blanket and throw it over my shoulders.

Grumpily, is walking downstairs, I poke my head around the corner of the living room, where Vera was quietly watching tv also scrolling on her phone. I make my way over to her and stand in front waiting for her to notice me. She looks up, confused as she thought I was sleeping.

"You okay hun?" she asks softly

I say nothing and simply open my blanket, making grabby hands. She shifts her position allowing me into her lap. I curl up on her lap and hold onto her tight feeling instantly better in her presence.

"What's wrong my love?" She inquires, rubbing my back gently with one hand, turning down the tv with the other.

"I can't sleep" I grumble into her chest "I've been trying for hours"

she begins gently rocking back and forth, "I'm sorry hun, come on sleep now"

Before long i find myself drifting off to the sound of her beating heart against my ear.

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Vera debated on getting up, needing to put you to bed, but wanting to do so without waking you.

She finally decided that she too was a little tired and to get you to bed.

After shutting off the tv, she gently secured her hands under your thighs. Carefully standing up from the couch making her way to the bedroom doing her best not to wake her sleeping girlfriend. When she gets to the bedroom, she tries to lay you down without stirring you but fails. You barely opened your eyes "Don't leave" you barely whispered out.

Vera suppressed her chuckles, reassuring you "I'm not going anywhere, I just need to change and I'll be right back to snuggle up okay hun" you let out a big yawn and snuggle in further to your blanket. Soon, as promised she crawls into bed laying herself down behind you and wrapping her arms around your front to hold you close.

As you feel her slide in behind you, you stir a little and turn around to face her. You let out a few mumbled sounds and snuggle your face into her chest taking in her scent, settling yourself to sleep.

She kissed the top of your head and said a quiet 'I love you'

Together the two of you both drift off with a small smile on each of your faces.

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first one!! I decided to make this book because this beautiful woman deserves more recognition xx (and because I'm in love with her but whatever) 🥰

If anyone has anyone requests feel free to dm them to me or comment here!

~lou 🧚

[mrs-johansson]

Escape from LA - Lisa Manobal x Fem!Depp!Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~Materlist~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n Fleur Depp biography and discography

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[strooparfait]

hiya! because this blog is specifically for bottom! lee chaolan, i decided to make a second blog specifically for tekken gxg fics and headcanons with my female ocs! if you are interested, feel free to check out haooyuee !

as usual, MINORS DNI because i will definitely post smut ♡

[paradisedumpling]

Rosy Cheeks and Warm Jackets

trope: quarterback!minji x shycheerleader!reader; fluff; tiny bit of angst if you squint really hard

content warning: yeonjun is a bit of a perv here sorry (he checks reader out twice); brief mention of making out; reader is a bit insecure; some curse words; minji calls reader hot like once; some grammatical errors; not proof read

a/n: I wrote this a few months ago and my knowledge about american football sucks, but this trope was stuck with me for so long I had to do something about it so I hope it's not that obvious (I'm also very bad at making synopsis lol)

synopsis: you never planned to do anything about your life long crush on the quarterback of your school's football team, but fate seems to be against you and it puts you together again and again....

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You turned around as loud whistles resonated within the school halls. The football team walked down with pride in each of their steps. Have won a very important game just the day before, who wouldn't?

You yourself had a small proud smile on your face as people cheered on them. Being part of the cheer squad, you knew a part of the win was also yours and it made you happy to know everyone's spirits seemed to be high after yesterday's game.

And because you were a cheerleader, you knew the football team personally, even going as far as to say you had friends in there. Although with being a very shy person, you were only really close with a few of your teammates. But your nice personality and popularity by simply being in the cheer squad managed to have you know a lot of people, despite your shyness.

A familiar loud bickering averted your attention from the overall image of the football team to two specific girls upfront, walking between and ahead of the entire team with big smiles on their faces; Kim Minji and Pham Hanni, the star duo of the football team.

You knew the two best friends not only from the games, but also from being in the same year and class as them and because Hanni was your best friend Danielle's girlfriend. You all hangout in the same group most of the time, but your shyness forbade you from getting too close with the duo.

Your eyes finally settled on the quarterback of the team, Minji. Tall, beautiful, easy-going, gorgeous, funny, pretty, talented at everything she touches. Minji was the definition of perfection, if someone was ever to ask you to define it. And she wasn't a mean person or thought of herself as above others, as the perfect girl in every movie did. No. That's what made her even more perfect in your opinion. Minji was perfection, the perfect one. And you wouldn't lie if you said she makes your heart skip a few beats everytime you see her or hear her voice.

It had been like that for a while, too. You and Minji had shared classes for as long as you can remember. The two of you always being in the same friend groups and were always at each others birthday parties, but you never got closer than that. You only came to share phone numbers after you got into the cheer squad. Still, Minji seemed to have always captured your heart. Since the moment you two met in kindergarten when you lost your figurine in the playground and she was the only kid who helped you find it, to all the moments you hangout together with your friends today and she buys you your favorite slushie even though she never asked your favorite before.

"Take a picture so it lasts longer." A voice beside you startled you, making you jump and turn around with a blush on your cheeks.

Kang Haerin, your best friend and a cheerleader, stood by your side as she eyed you with an annoyed expression. Haerin was the only close friend you had that knew about your not so small crush on the quarterback. Not that you didn't trust your other friends, but Danielle would eventually spill it to her girlfriend accidentally and Hyein would try to set you two together in a very obvious way. So it was better like this.

"Shut up!" You turned around, closing your locker and grabbing her arm to start walking towards Danielle's locker, face not looking at the football star players direction anymore knowing they were also going in that direction. "And I don't want to hear a word about it."

"I wasn't even going to say anything." You stopped to look at her, raising your eyebrow. She had a grin in the corner of her lips, eyes darting around as she faked uninterest. You scoffed, rolling your eyes and tugging her arm again.

"Hey, girls!" Danielle greeted you two as you approached her. You and Haerin said your greetings before she was engulfed in a hug by a certain football player. "Baby!"

You watched in amusement as the couple greeted each other and shared affection as if they haven't seen each other in ages. A giggle left your lips once you heard Haerin gagging at your side. "I'm gonna look for Hyein." You nodded at her words, still watching the couple, this time with longness in your eyes.

"They're so gross, ew." You turned to your side to be faced with Minji, a face of disgust directed at your friends actions. "Don't you think so, Y/nnie?" Your eyes widened as she turned to you, catching you looking at her.

She smiled down at you, giggling at your surprised expression. You only nodded, cheeks blushing a light red as you stared at Minji's eyes.

"Good morning, Minji-ah." You greeted shyly, eyes darting down to look at the books in your arms, clutching them tightly to your chest. "You did great yesterday."

"If it wasn't for your cheering, I wouldn't have gotten the energy to win the game." Your face got impossibly redder and you didn't know if she was laughing at you or not, but you would never complain about hearing her laugh. "You're cute when–"

"There's our star player!" Minji was cut off by a loud voice and a smack on her shoulder. You both turned to look as a tall boy smiled at her with pride while you tried to calm your racing heart as you caught Minji's attempt of complimenting you. "You were seriously amazing yesterday! We need to have more practices together cause I have to learn that pass you did to get us the match point!" You watched as he excitedly engaged into a conversation with Minji, who simply nodded and smiled at him.

The boy was none other than Choi Yeonjun, the captain of the masculine football team and a starting eleven player. You.... were very acquainted with Yeonjun, if you could call it that. Yeonjun was the type of person that knew everyone in and out of school. He was very popular and social and it wasn't uncommon for him to hop between friends in the school halls. Still, he had his group of close friends. And one of these close friends was Huening Kai, a tennis player in your school who had a younger sister you were friends with, Huening Bahiyyih. One time last year she invited you to their beach house for a gathering with a few athletes in the school, and Yeonjun was there. You didn't interact much at the beginning, but after Bahiyyih dragged you to dance one night you seemed to have caught his eyes. For the remaining time at the beach house he openly flirted with you and tried to get you to go on a date with him, but you always turned him down. After all, you had eyes for another football player. But that didn't prove much efficient as to this day he still tries to date you.

"And when you grabbed the ball and started running–" Yeonjun's eyes flickered towards you for a slip second as he was passionately talking about yesterday's game with Minji and he finally seemed to notice there was someone else with her before he approached, you just couldn't decipher if he had also seen Hanni and Danielle making out behind the three of you or not. He faltered in his speech as he stopped to check you out and you suddenly became very conscious of the revealing cheer uniform you were wearing. "Oh, hey there Y/n. I didn't see you before, sorry." You tightened your grip on your books, smiling politely at him. You shifted uncomfortably as he bluntly checked you out. "Nice fit."

"Thanks." You mumbled with a tight smile, bringing a hand down to pull your skirt down. It wouldn't do anything, but it was an effort. You mentally cursed yourself for not coming with a pair of sweatpants like Haerin and Danielle did. You see, you normally don't wear your uniform around school like that, unless you have practice during the first periods of class. But as per tradition, you always take a group photo after big games. Yesterday you couldn't because of the after party so you were going to take it today during lunch time, and your coach insisted you all came with your uniforms so it wouldn't take too long. You were not expecting to deal with Yeonjun or any other of your admires before you could change to your normal clothes though.

"So." Minji cleared her throat, eyeing Yeonjun with disgust as she leaned closer to you and wrapped her arm around your shoulders. That seemed to snap Yeonjun's eyes from your exposed legs. "We can talk with our coaches about the joined practice later, right?" Yeonjun nodded as he eyed Minji's arm around you, blinking a few times before he looked up to look at her in the eye, a bright smile on his lips.

"Totally!" He put his hands inside his jacket's pockets, standing carelessly on his heels as if the action didn't affect him, but both you and Minji knew it did.

"Great!" She smiled at him and if you were looking you'd see the threat in her eyes. "We have to go fetch the other girls right now, if you don't mind. See you later!" Not giving him any time to reply, she grabbed Hanni by the back of her collar and started dragging her away, gently rubbing your shoulder and ushering Danielle. "Come on Dani, before Haerin let's Hyein buy that gross candy again."

"Damn bro, no need to choke me." Minji let go of Hanni when you were far away enough from Yeonjun and you watched the poor girl rub her neck as she stared at Minji judgely. "What was that for?" Hanni asked, wrapping her arm around Danielle's waist as the four of you walked towards the interior court where you knew Haerin and Hyein were.

But the oldest girl simply ignored her best friend. Instead, she turned to you, gently whispering in your ear. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, blushing at her breath on your ear. "Yeah, thanks." You sighed, looking down at your exposed legs and arms. Probably the only thing you hated about cheerleading was the summer uniforms. "I should've come with leggings or something at least, that's on me. Sorry." You looked up as you apologized, staring into her beautiful eyes that held nothing but concern. You didn't fail to notice the pout on her lips.

"It's his fault for being a creepy perv, not yours." She grumbled, arms pulling you closer as she practically hugged you to her chest. Suddenly, her eyes light up as she let go of you. You couldn't help the pang in your chest as she did so. "Here." She started taking her varsity jacket off and you eyed her with curiosity. "It's not much but I hope it helps." Your eyes widened once you realized what she was doing and you couldn't help the blush on your cheeks as she gently helped you put her varsity jacket on. Minji smiled proudly as she stared at you.

"Thanks, Min." You smiled shyly at her, averting your gaze and missing how her eyes softened at the nickname.

Minji didn't put her arm back around your shoulders as the four of you continued on your way to meet up with the rest of your friends, but she remained close and kept an eye for anyone else glaring at you.

Finally, you reached the interior court. "There they are!" Danielle pointed to your usual corner, where you could clearly see the two bickering about something. You let a small smile rest on your face as you watched them, shaking your head as you approached calmly.

"Unnies!" Hyein jumped as she saw you four approaching, running to grab you by your hand and drag you to where she previously was. "Can you help me with my arts homework? I forgot to do it yesterday and Haerin doesn't want to help me." She pouted, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"You know your teacher will eventually realize I'm the one doing your homeworks, right?" You sighed as you sat down beside Haerin, waiting for Hyein to hand you her homework.

Danielle and Hanni came to sit behind you three, engaging into a conversation with Minji, said girl remained standing and she put one of her feet on the bench on the other side of Haerin for support and crossed her arms on her chest. You momentarily lost yourself as you watched her laugh at whatever nonsense Hanni said, her head falling back as her eyes grew into crescent moons. God, she's beautiful.

"Here, unnie!" You turned to Hyein, trying not to blush as your eyes came down to your lap to scan her homework.

You two quietly worked on her homework as your other friends chatted. It wasn't an uncommon dynamic for all of you. Hyein was smart and dedicated, but she often used her status as youngest in the group to have any of you help her with her homeworks. In her words "Since you already did it before, it should be easy right?" And it normally was. None of you ever minded helping each other with anything. But the lingering perfume on Minji's jacket had your mind wandering more times than you'd like to and you took longer to complete Hyein's homework than you do on other days.

After you finally finished it and let the girl to gather her things in her backpack, you grabbed your cellphone to look at the time. You only had fifteen minutes before your classes begin, so you turned to the chatting girls as they seemed too engaged into their conversation to notice the time passing.

Your eyes darted between the two football players and your cheermates, feeling too shy to abruptly interrupt their conversation. So, you eyed Danielle. You tapped her leg, leaning closer as she turned to you confused. "We need to go, class is about to begin." Her mouth gained a oval shaped and she nodded, smiling at you and patting your head.

You watched with slightly flushed cheeks as she warned the other girls and you all got up to walk to class, Minji and Hanni still engaged into their conversation as you made your way out of the internal court.

Once you were approaching the point were you'd all split up to go to your perspective classrooms, Haerin pulled you back by the arm. You eyed her with confusion as she stared at you amused. "What?"

"What?" She mocked, looking down at your torso. You eyebrows furrowed deeply as you looked down, blushing in realization as you took notice of Minji's jacket, not that you ever forgot it was there. "What happened while I was gone?" She wiggled her eyebrows at you, quietly giggling at the blush spreading all over your face.

"Shut up, Rinnie!" You shushed her, looking away at anything but her face and the quarterback walking in front of you two. "Yeonjun was flirting with me again." You heard her groaning and you could imagine the immense eye roll she did. "Minji was simply trying to make me comfortable because I'm stupid and forgot pants."

"I knew I should've brought spares." She mumbled, cursing Yeonjun under her breath as you approached the hall where all of you parted ways.

You watched as Hanni and Danielle kissed and hugged goodbye, turning to give your own hug to Hyein. The younger girl waved to you all before skipping down towards her classroom and you waived to Danielle as she went on her own way too.

"I swear if that asshole–" Haerin still mumbled and you couldn't help but giggle at your friend's protectiveness. You pulled her into a hug, shushing her as she realized you had all stopped walking and Hyein and Danielle were already gone.

"I'm okay, Rinnie. Don't worry." You whispered in her ear, pulling back to give her a smile. That seemed to calm her down enough as she waved to Minji and Hanni and hurried towards her classroom.

"Why is everyone so grumpy today, man?" Hanni asked as she pulled you to stand between her and Minji, the three of you walking calmly to your own classroom. "First Minji and now Haerin. Is the water tasting like shit again?"

"Stop being gross!" Minji returned grumpily and you giggled as Hanni looked at you with an 'I told you so' face.

"Stop being a dick!" You laughed as the duo kept on bickering all the way to your class and in your tables, shaking your head.

"I'm not being a dick, your ass–"

---------------------------------------------------

"Alright girls, take five!" You heard Danielle groan in relief as Chaewon, the cheer captain, announced the break.

You and the rest of the cheerleaders have been practicing for a few hours now, the new routine being a bit more tiring than the ones you've been doing for the past few months. Theoretically, you all had a break until next week due to the win in the game the day prior. But your coach wasn't satisfied with your performance this season and she wanted to polish your routines as soon as possible, so here you all were practicing.

You walked towards the bench and grabbed your water bottle, quietly laughing as Danielle and Hyein laid down on the floor with wet cloaks on their foreheads. Haerin came up to the three of you and sat down on the bench, taking the bottle from your hands before you had a chance to take a sip of it. "Hey!"

"Not my fault you're busy staring at other people." She teased, laughing at your annoyed face before downing the water.

"Don't you do the same?" Hyein asked, looking at you two with a tired face. You smiled sympathetically at her, walking to crouch down besides her head and brush the hair sticking on her face due to the sweat away.

"That's why I can comment on it." Haerin replied, tossing you the water bottle. You grabbed it with a yelp, scolding her for not warning you beforehand. "At least I talk to Minji unnie instead of just staring." She mumbled, trying to hide her smirk as you looked at her with disbelief.

"What did you say?" Danielle asked, opening her eyes to look at the three of you with curiosity. "I didn't hear it."

"She said nothing." You glared at Haerin, silently daring her to repeat her words. She looked away, pretending to be interested in something else. "Anyways." You turned to Danielle, standing up and drinking your water. "What are you guys doing tonight? It's Friday."

"Oh! I'm going on a date with Hanni tonight!" Danielle's energy suddenly came back as she sat up quickly, the cloak falling from her forehead. But she didn't seem to mind as her smile only grew bigger, her eyes staring at the sky as she seemed to be getting lost in her own head. "She said there's this nice restaurant she's going to take me!" Her voice was dreamy and you smiled longingly as your friend kept talking. "And then later we're going to my house and watch some movies!"

"I have homework to do." Hyein groaned loudly and you all laughed as you watched her annoyed face. "Why do they give us so much homework?"

"Welcome to highschool." You, Danielle and Haerin groaned, rolling your eyes. "Good luck, Hyennie." Hyein whined at your guys words, pouting.

"I'm going to the cinema with my mom and my sister." Haerin said her plans for the night, getting up from the bench. "But we'll probably have dinner somewhere before too." She walked up to Danielle as you could see Chaewon and your coach slowly gathering the other cheerleaders. "We might run into each other if I'm lucky." She told Danielle with a sly grin as she helped the older girl stand up.

"Oh please, no." You laughed at Danielle as you helped Hyein get up. "The last time you guys crashed my date it didn't end up well." The australian's eyes widened in fear as she remembered the fateful date.

"It wasn't that bad." Hyein said as you three tried not to laugh at Danielle's expression of disbelief. "We just got banned from that restaurant for what? Three months? Nothing serious."

"You embarrassed me in front of my girlfriend!" Danielle exclaimed as you started to walk back to the middle of the court, hands going up as her body expressed her emotions. "And that was Hanni's favorite restaurant too! She was so sad." The girl pouted and Haerin and Hyein laughed at her as you laid a hand on her shoulder sympathetically.

"We apologized and she said it's all good now." You tired to comfort your friend, glaring at the two youngests that kept laughing. "She laughs everytime someone mentions it, even."

"You're right." Danielle smiled, nodding and turning to face you. "What about you, Y/n? You were the only one that didn't say what you're going to do tonight."

"Oh." You blinked at her, shrugging as you turned to your captain. "I'll probably just go home and do nothing important."

"You should go out with Minji." You choked on your own spit as the words left Danielle's mouth, turning to look at her with an evident blush rising on your face. "She's not doing anything as far as I know and neither is you, it's a perfect idea." You looked at Haerin behind her with wide eyes, silently asking her if she told the australian anything about your crush on Minji, but she seemed as surprised as you were.

"W-Why?" You cursed yourself mentally for stuttering, looking away so Danielle wouldn't see the embarrassment and shyness in your face.

"Because you're friends and you both have nothing to do on a Friday night?" You were glad she sounded genuinely confused at your question, but you couldn't help fear that she had figured out you liked Minji. You loved and trusted Danielle with your life, but if Hanni and Hyein ever found out about your crush the three of them would become the most obvious and chaotic cupids to date. And that thought horrified you. Minji deserved someone social and cool, and you didn't want to ruin your entire friend group's friendship over a stupid crush you had on the quarterback.

"We'll talk about this later." You mumbled, straightening you back as your coach yelled that the break was over.

---------------------------------------------------

You sighed as you tied your shoes, feeling relaxed after a cold shower in the locker rooms. Practice ended about an hour ago and you took your sweet time showering and dressing up. Haerin and Hyein had already left, the younger taking the opportunity to take a ride with the catlike girl. Danielle on the other hand, was still putting her shirt on by your side in front of her locker.

Talking about the australian girl. "Dani!" Kazuha, one of your cheermates, yelled to your friend, making the girl turn around while she pulled her shirt down her torso. You simply resorted to finishing putting your shoes on. "Hanni's here!" Your friend squealed in excitement and you giggled at her, shaking your head.

You tuned their conversation off, shifting your attention to a certain quarterback that seemed to always plague your mind. You clutched Minji's varsity jacket to your chest as you finished tying your shoes, a small smile resting on your lips as you reminisced about how beautiful she looked during class, laughing at whatever nonsense your classmates and Hanni said. You brought the jacket to partially hide your face when your memories brought you to a moment during bio class where the teacher assigned you all a group activity and as per tradition at this point, the football players and the cheerleaders stick together on the same group. Yunjin, a football player, was blocking your way towards your seat and she was so engaged into the activity with Kazuha that you felt too shy to ask her to move, so you waited patiently behind her. But Minji noticed you behind her and instead of asking Yunjin to move, she lifted you up so you could pass above the tables instead. To say you were a blushing mess after that was an understatement, and to make matters worse for you, or better, Minji kept an arm around your waist during the entire class, always smiling down at you and giggling at your rosy cheeks. Gosh, you loved that girl.

"I hope you're thinking about me." You jumped startled, hand gripping on the jacket as whoever just spoke to you giggled at your reaction. You looked up to see Minji looking down at you with her beautiful smile, eyebrows quirking up as you finally knowledged her. "Hi, Y/nnie."

"Hey, Min. What are you doing here?" You smiled at her, fighting back your blush as you got up and put the jacket in your hands on, finally noticing how quiet the lockers room had gotten. The others must've already left, but you didn't want to tear your eyes from the football player in front of you.

"I'm giving a ride to the girls for their date, so we came to pick Dani up." You nodded and your eyes locked for a few seconds, before you averted your gaze and went to grab your gym and school bags. "Are you going somewhere tonight too? I can give you a ride if you want."

"Oh, it's okay." You shaked your heard, looking away to see Danielle and Hanni in their own little world, giggling with each other. "I'll just go home and figure out what I'll have for dinner because no one's home for a while and there's nothing in the fridge..." You accidentally rambled, trailing off as you caught Minji smiling at you.

"Wanna go out?" You blinked at her question. Was she asking you on a date? I mean of course not, why would she? She's just asking her friend to go out because you have nothing to do and she has nothing to do so she must want to go out with her friend. Just that. Nothing else. Of course Minji wouldn't be asking you on a date why would she– "Y/n? You're cute when you get lost in your head like that." She giggled and you were certain your entire face was very red.

"What?! I am not!" You playfully slapped her shoulder, leaning into her as you both laughed, you more because of embarrassment than anything else.

"So." She held your waist with one hand, brushing a few strands of hair from your face with the other. "Wanna go out? We can go that convinience store close to my grandparents house." Your eyes lit up at that. That convenience store was one you'd go often when you were kids to buy ice cream and watch cartoons because her grandparents never let you watch them at their house.

"I would love to!" You smiled a her, big and genuine. Minji smiled down at you, caressing your cheek as she nodded. "How have they been, by the way? I haven't seen them in so long!"

"They ask about you a lot, actually." You looked at her in surprise and she only nodded, giggling. "You know they love you." You shaked your head at that, blushing slightly. "My parents miss you too. You should come over more often, I feel like we barely talk outside school or when we are not with the girls." You nodded, feeling a bit guilty. You wouldn't lie in saying that your crush had strained your friendship with the girl because of your shyness around her. But you were glad she wanted to see you more often.

Before you could engage deeper into your conversation, Hanni and Danielle came up to you two holding hands and with big smiles on their faces. "Dani's ready to go. Oh hey, Y/n." You waved at Hanni, smiling at your friends happiness. "Let's go, Minji. We have reservations, we can't be late."

"Ready to go?" Minji looked at you and you nodded. The quarterback smiled and laced her arms with yours, starting to walk away with the couple to the parking lot.

"Oh, you told her about my idea from earlier?" Danielle asked as she noticed you were following them to Minji's car.

"What idea?" Minji and Hanni looked between the two of you with curiosity and you couldn't help but look down embarrassed.

"Nothing–"

"Y/n had just said she would be doing nothing tonight so I suggested she should go out with Minji since she was also doing nothing tonight." Danielle cut you off before you could dismiss her and you were glad it was dark otherwise as Minji looked down at you with amusement she would've seen the blush spreading over your cheeks.

"Seems like us going out today was destiny." She said in a deep voice, pulling you closer and giggling at you before she let go of your arm to round the car and go towards the driver's seat. "Y/n's taking the front seat!" She glanced at Hanni who was about to open the passenger's seat door.

"Why?!" You and Danielle muffled your laughs at the girl's genuine offense. "You ask her out once and now she has passenger princess privileges?" Hanni huffed as she walked to the backseat with her girlfriend, closing the door behind her a bit harsher. "I thought we were mates, bro." She continued complaining as you all got inside Minji's car, buckling up before the older girl started the vehicle.

"Shut up and enjoy your free ride, Hanni." Minji shaked her head, giving you an reassuring smile as she saw you were feeling a bit panicked by Hanni's reaction. "She's just being dramatic, don't worry." She whispered to you before turning to face the street.

After turning on the radio, you all fell into a comfortable ambience as the couple in the backseats talked about their plans for the night, while you and Minji silently laughed, teasing them every once in a while for good laughs.

When Minji parked in front of the restaurant Hanni and Danielle would be having dinner at, she opened the window and peaked her head outside to look at the couple getting out of the car. "Remember to call your parents when you get home!" She said as she looked at Hanni, pointing an accusing finger at her. "I don't want your mom at my door at 3AM again because you forgot to text her you got at mine's safely!"

"Damn bro, that happened once!" Hanni mumbled angrily, having a bickery staring contest with Minji before Danielle broke it with a quiet laugh.

"We will, unnie. Don't worry." Danielle smiled, lacing her fingers with Hanni's. "Have a good night you two!" They waved at you two goodbye, and you turned to Minji as she mumbled.

"It was three times, actually." You giggled, and looked around faking uninterest as Minji looked at you puzzled. "Well... Shall we go to our date now?"

"Y-Yes!" You squealed, face becoming more red as Minji laughed at you. You were rigid in your seat as her hand lightly squeeze yours in your lap before shifting the gear from parked to begin driving away from the restaurant.

---------------------------------------------------

"I think I'll just have these." You handed Minji the items you wanted to buy from the convinience store: two tuna onigiris, a strawberry sandwich and a bottle of strawberry juice. The girl put the items in the basket she had looped on her arm, smiling at you sweetly. "Are we going to eat here or on your car?"

"Actually, I was thinking–" But before Minji could finish her phrase, she was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing in the pocket of her jacket you were still wearing.

You smiled at her apologetically before grabbing your phone, looking at the familiar name popping on the screen. "Oh, it's Haerin." You were a bit confused on why the girl was calling you so late at night without warning, but you brushed it off remembering she had gone to the cinema and was either excited about it or bored by it.

"You should pick it up, Haerin doesn't usually call people." You nodded, knowing very well all the habits of your best friend. You once again smiled apologetically at Minji, but she simply gave you a sweet smile. "I'll finish grabbing my things and meet you outside?"

"Thank you, you're amazing." Wanting to rush out and answer Haerin's call before it went to voicemail, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed Minji on her right cheek as another thanks before rushing out of the store and answering the call. "What's up, Rin?"

"The movie was good but now mom's complaining about how it wasn't 'realistic' and now I'm annoyed, so I decided to annoy you too. What are you doing?" You laughed at her annoyed tone, pulling the jacket tight around your torso as a chilly breezy ran past you.

"Out with Min." You giggled at Haerin's loud gasp, feeling the warm on your cheeks, but you told yourself it was because you were cold. "She invited me to go to a convinience store close to her grandparents house. And don't be weird about it! We used to come here as kids."

"What happened after I left?!" The annoyance she had seconds ago was long gone and that made you laugh at her, lightly pacing back and forth on your reels to warm your body a little. "So, have you two kissed yet?"

"Shut up!" The warm on your neck was definitely not from the cold and you had to bite your lower lip to stop yourself from smiling at the thought of kissing the quarterback. "It's a totally platonic outting. Nothing else. And stop being weird."

"Dude, you're so dense it's frustrating sometimes." You could hear the roll of her eyes in her voice and that made your eyes roll too. "Just tell her you like her already!"

"Stop!" You squealed, looking back afraid Minji might be near, but you saw her attentively looking through the freezer for something to drink. She looked cute. "She doesn't feel the same anyways, so there's no need for that."

"You don't know it until you confess!" You rolled your eyes once again, sighing in annoyance. "Come on, Y/n! Don't be a coward for once!"

"Why are you so insistent on this? Can't I just like her from afar?" You could never understand why Haerin was so insisted on making you confess to Minji. Was it so hard for her to understand the football star would never return your feelings for her?

"No, you can't!" The girl groaned on the other side of the line and you heard some movement before she spoke again. "Use this date as an opportunity to finally bitchen up and tell her you like her! What's the worse that could happen?"

"Loose Minji's friendship?" You said that like it was the most obvious thing ever, frustration starting to build up in your chest. "Which I already am by the way, because I'm a stupid coward."

"Then stop being one!"

"Can you stop instigating me for once, Kang Haerin?!" Your voice raised a little, gripping your phone as your fear of rejection surfaced from the depths of your heart. "I'm not telling Minji I like her! End of story!" There was a loud groan from the other side of the line and you where about to tell her you wouldn't do what she wanted you to once again when a voice from behind you stopped you from doing so.

"You like me?"

Your eyes widened, body going rigid as Minji walked in front of you, looking you direct in the eyes. Suddenly, the firm grip you had on your cellphone loosened and your phone slowly fell from your hands. The loud sound it made as it hit the floor made you jump a little, but you didn't move to pick it up. You didn't blink as Minji eyes stared deeply into your own. You could feel your entire face going red and your hands start to shake from fear. This was it. The secret was out. She was going to reject you and you were going to loose one of your closest and best friends and she was going to–

"Why didn't you tell me before, silly?" She laughed. Minji laughed. Her eyes were crescent moons, just like they always were when she was happy. You'd know that much, you're always staring at her. And she had a faint blush on her cheeks. You were confused, and still locked in place. "Oh, Y/n." She stepped close to you, her voice dropping two octaves, making goosebumps go through your entire body. She brought both of her hands to your cheeks, gently caressing them. You couldn't get any redder than this. "You're cute when you're blushing."

"M-Minji I- What are you doing?" You said in a whisper, gulping down as her body was practically flush to yours. You could feel her warm breath hitting your face.

"Can I kiss you, Y/nnie?" Your eyes went wide at that and your vision became a bit blurry. Your breath got stuck in your throat and you nodded eagerly before your hazy mind could understand what you were doing.

Minji giggled at the confused and awestruck state you were in, before looking down at your lips and leaning in, the phone on the floor long forgotten by both of you.

Your mind went blank before beginning to register things again. Minji's lips were soft and a bit cold, but they felt so incredibly good. They tasted faintly like the milk chocolate you knew she loved. You took a few seconds to relax from the shock, closing your eyes and sighing into her lips before wrapping your hands around her neck. You felt Minji smile into your lips before she let one hand go of your cheek, pulling your closer to her by the waist and deepening the kiss.

You both pulled back when air was needed and you rested your head on her shoulder, giggling quietly as she gently caressed your back.

"I like you so much, Y/n." You pulled back just enough to look at her, your eyes shining with love as you bit your lips in slight shyness from her affectionate gaze.

"I think I've liked you since I met you, Minji." You took all of your courage to say that confidently, smiling brightly at her as she smiled back at you.

"Hmm, that's good." She mumbled, leaning in smiling before she captured your lips on hers once again. You were already getting addicted to the feeling of them.

This time, you were both interrupted by your phone ringing, Haerin's familiar ringtone making you remember your phone.

You pulled back with a quiet 'Sorry', crouching down to pick your phone up, that was luckily not broken, and quickly texted your best friend that your data was almost over and you'd talk to her later. You looked back at Minji, suddenly feeling shy under her sweet gaze that held a new meaning in your eyes and heart.

"So, wanna take this date to somewhere else? I don't wanna ask you to be my girlfriend in front of a convinience store." She eyed the glass sliding doors with an awkward smile, but your mind focused on something else. Girlfriend... Minji wanted to be your girlfriend. Holy shit Minji liked you! "Baby? Let's go?"

"Yes!" You squealed at the pet name, blushing brightly as she giggled and grabbed your hand, dragging you towards her parked car.

"By the way." She turned to look at you once you stopped in front of the passenger's seat, looking down at you with a sweet but mischievous smile. "You look very cute and hot wearing my football jacket."

"Kim Minji!" You squealed in disbelief as she rounded the car laughing loudly.

---------------------------------------------------

You closed your locker with a sigh, turning to face Danielle and Haerin as a few of your cheermates bid you goodbye. It was Monday again and the three of you had just changed your cheer clothes from practice before classes to your normal school ones.

"What is taking Hyein so long?" The australian mumbled, looping her arms around both yours and Haerin's arms to begin leading you towards the youngest's locker.

A few of the students waved at you three, but everyone seemed to be in their own little world. It was Monday, and most of the clubs were on a small break, so the mood around the school was a bit more chill than usual. And no sight of the two football star players like you used to see every morning.

You spotted the tall girl you were looking for speaking to a few of her classmates. When she spotted you the three of you, she waved and smiled brightly. But wishing to let Hyein speak patiently to her classmates, you pulled Danielle back to slow her pace and allow the three of you to walk slowly towards the younger girl.

Once you were close to reaching her, a loud voice seethed through the peaceful atmosphere of the hallway calling out your name. "Y/n! Wait!" You looked back confused, letting go of Danielle's arm to be greeted with the sight of Yeonjun running in your direction with a football in his hands.

"Oh, hey. Good morning, Yeonjun." You gave the boy a tight but polite smile, grateful that this time you were wearing clothes that covered your body. You could feel Haerin's intense gaze at him from behind you. "You seem excited."

"I heard well have a joined practice tomorrow!" You nodded, folding your arms in front of your torso as you hugged yourself, starting to feel uncomfortable under his intense gaze. You might not be wearing revealing clothes, but the way his eyes traveled down your body made you feel exposed just as much. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me after it." You blinked at him, not failing to hear the growl Haerin let out from behind you.

"Yeonjun..." Your voice was serious, and a bit annoyed if you were being honest, but you remained your politeness, feeling shy about making a fuss in front of so many people. "No. You know I don't see you like that."

"Just give me a chance!" He slapped his ball in frustration, looking pleadingly in your eyes. "Why not?!"

"Because she doesn't want to!" Haerin angrily answered for you. You turned to give her a stern look, turning back once again to look at Yeonjun, feeling small but annoyed under his gaze.

"I don't like you like that, Yeonjun." You sighed frustrated, fingers slightly fidgeting with the necklace you had under your shirt, the necklace Minji gave you while you didn't have official rings yet. "Besides, I'm not even sin–"

"Hey, babe." Familiar arms looped around your waist, a sweet kiss being planted on your cheeks as a big smile immediately formed on your lips. "Good morning."

You turned to look at your girlfriend Minji, standing on your tiptoes to give her a sweet kiss on her lips. "Good morning, baby. How are you doing?"

"Great, now that you're here." She smiled down at you and was about to say something else when a shocked cough interrupted her. Minji turned to look at Yeonjun, giving him a not so subtle annoyed expression. "Oh hey, Yeonjun. Were you and my girlfriend talking about something important? Sorry to interrupt you." You loved how she said girlfriend in a protective way, pulling you closer to her and tightening her hold on you.

"Oh, it was nothing." You interrupted Yeonjun before he could answer her, feeling a bit more confident in the safety of her arms. "Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, it was nothing." He mumbled, smiling awkwardly. "See you two around." He skipped away quite quickly, mumbling something under his breath.

You turned to look at Minji as she cursed him quietly, giggling as you gently caressed her nape to calm her down. You were about to lean in to kiss her again when a loud squeal interrupted you.

"I'm sorry?! I think I missed a chapter!? Girlfriend!?" The two of you turned to look at your friends, all plastering shocked faces, but Haerin was the only one smiling between them.

"Oh, did we forget to tell you guys?" Minji said nonchalantly, blinking at them before a big smile appeared on her face as she turned to look at you. "We are dating!"

"You fucking asshole! I knew your data was fine!" Haerin slapped your shoulder, quite strongly, as she recovered from her surprise. "I told you it'd go well!"

"Wait, Haerin knew about this?!" Hanni pointed accusingly at the catlike girl, still looking between you and Minji in shock.

"She knew I liked Minji..." You trailed off shyly as you looked between Danielle and Hyein, waiting their reaction to the new information.

The australian girl seemed to finally snap out of her shock, jumping excitedly on top of you and your girlfriend, squealing loudly. "You have to tell me everything! I can't believe it! I can't believe it! You two look so cute together!"

"What are your intentions with my unnie?" Hyein pointed at Minji, trying her best to look intimidating, but she looked toi happy to be taken seriously.

"Don't worry about her, kid. I'll take good care of Y/nnie for you." Minji laughed at Hyein, patting her head.

"What the fuck, bro!" Hanni also joined her girlfriend in the hug, pulling you and Minji's faces close to her. "Congrats, man! You finally got the girl!"

"Okay, wait." Danielle pulled back, looking at her cellphone. "We have thirty minutes before class, you have to tell us everything!"

You all laughed, beginning to walk towards the court to your usual spot, your girlfriend's arm securely wrapped around your shoulders, and you were still wearing her jacket.

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a/n: this is honestly kind of very bad but if you read it once and then think about the scenario in your head it's kinda cute so it's okay I guess

[melpomene-writes]

my celebrity crush

minatozaki sana x fem!reader // fluff, smut

you are so gay.

as if there has ever been any doubt about that.

the photo on the screen of your phone is just further unnecessary proof of that fact. you try telling yourself that you’re just appreciative of an expensive matching lingerie set but the truth is that you’re halfway in love with the gorgeous model and the voluptuous curves that the lace frames.

besides, you might as well appreciate the latest photograph that underwear model minatozaki sana has posted to her instagram account — it’s been shared to be looked at, though perhaps not with the kind of meticulous attention that you use to admire every pixel of the frame.

there’s no question about it, minatozaki sana is gorgeous. anybody with a working pair of eyes can see that. that she was placed upon this earth specifically to model underwear, you have no doubt. but sometimes you wonder whether sana’s existence has a secondary purpose — to torture you with those pretty brown eyes and her smiling lips and each flash of delicious skin.

“you’re so gay.”

tzuyu’s comment, while undeniably true, is the unwelcome gravity that sends your thoughts plummeting back to reality.

“she’s so pretty,” you whine, staring mournfully at the picture for a few seconds, before you continue scrolling down your instagram feed.

“yeah, because you were definitely admiring her face,” tzuyu comments drily, giving you a knowing stare. she nudges you with her elbow, then gestures at the drinking game that you’ve been ignoring in favor of drooling over an unattainable model. “come on, it’s your turn.”

you reach into the center of the circle and flip over a playing card, before pointing across at dahyun and gesturing for her to take a drink.

“trust you to fall for a girl who’s famous,” tzuyu says, when the game has moved onto your other side.

“i haven’t fallen for her,” you pout. “i’m just appreciative of her work.”

“you get a notification whenever she posts a new photo,” tzuyu reminds you. “i don’t even do that for the people that i’m dating. you’ve got it bad.”

you scroll back up to look at sana’s picture once more, and your heart twists painfully in your chest at the smoldering gaze that sana gives the camera. finally deciding to stop torturing yourself with daydreams about what will never be, you lock your phone and slide it into your pocket, then gesture to the half-empty bottle of vodka on the floor between yourself and tzuyu.

“i need a stronger drink.”

///

you’ve got a nice o’clock class in the morning, yet you still allow tzuyu to ply you with a generous amount of vodka, still allow yourself to be drawn in by the increasingly raucous drinking games, still allow yourself to be dragged out into town to continue your night at a club when you promised yourself earlier that you would only have two drinks and then be in bed by eleven.

it’s a dangerous game to play, but once you become aware that you’re way drunker than you planned to be, you decide to embrace it and order the next round of shots — tequila this time —much to the delight of your friends.

your mind’s fuzzy as you stumble away from the dance floor and down a dark hallway with unpleasantly sticky floors towards the women’s bathroom. there’s a queue lining up outside, a string of drunk girls complimenting each other’s dresses and catching loudly over the thump of music as they wait for one of the stalls to free up and you join the back of it, fishing your phone out of the pocket of your pants to pass the time.

when you unlock your screen, it’s still open on the instagram post from earlier, and your eyes pop out of your head once more as they’re greeted by the sight of minatozaki sana’s lace-clad body. the sight knocks the air out of your lungs, and you feel giddy. (it might be the alcohol, but you’re pretty sure that this photo really isn't helping the matter.) you feel as though you could stare at this photo all week, that sana’s sultry brown eyes and the expanse of creamy skin on display could keep you sustained better than the food and oxygen that science says your body needs to survive.

tzuyu’s words from earlier ring in your mind. trust you to fall for a girl who’s famous. end despite your earlier denial, you know now that it’s true. you’ve never been this addicted to a girl in real life, never felt like your life would be incomplete without somebody. and its fucking ridiculous because minatozaki sana’s a famous model, and you’re just an insignificant speck in sana’s extensive follower list. you might dream of an alternate universe in which a chance encounter with the model leads to a fulfilling relationship and a fairytale happy ending, but the reality means that this will never actually happen.

which is why what you do next is so easy.

it’s almost certainly the alcohol that pushes you to start typing out a comment on sana’s photo, fueling the resentful part of your mind that’s reminding you that sana’s not the only incontestably gorgeous, but that as a famous model she would never even glance twice at somebody like you, pushing your thumbs to tap away at the keyboard on the screen of your phone before your brain has the chance to catch up.

“nice underwear, bet it would look better on my bedroom floor...”

the line moves forward just as you tap send, and you slip your phone back into your pocket and forget about the comment entirely.

///

when you’re finished in the bathroom, you return to the dancefloor with a clear conscience and a renewed enthusiasm for having a good time. you dance with tzuyu, shimmying your hips and waving your arms around above your head in ways that would bring you great shame if you weren’t impaired by the buzz of too many units of alcohol. as it is, you dance like you don’t give a fuck — and you don't.

that is, until your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you take it out while continuing a half-dance kind of thing, startling yourself with the bright glare of the screen as you unlock it in the darkened nightclub. you turn down the brightness, then look for the cause of the vibration — an instagram notification telling you that somebody has sent you a private message — and read the words on the screen.

“nice face, bet it would look better between my legs...”

you read the sender’s name once, twice, three times before it registers that it reads minatozaki sana — your celebrity crush minatozaki sana — and it is only after that the contents of message itself hits you.

and you nearly drop your phone.

no way.

no fucking way.

you read it all again, read your own shame-inducing comment that you barely remember typing earlier in the night and then read sana's private response. and it just doesn't make any sense. sana’s making fun of you, she has to be. you’ve made an unwanted and inappropriate sexual comment on a stranger's photo and sana’s calling you out for it.

you have to believe that’s true because the alternative is that sana’s message is genuine, and that is far too much for your alcohol-fogged brain to handle.

there is no way that sana would be interested in somebody like you.

you’re a firm believer that the multiverse theory is entirely plausible, but you cannot comprehend that there could be a single universe in which you get hit on by somebody as completely out of your league as minatozaki sana.

especially not in this universe.

especially not after the awful comment that you sent.

you wish that you could rewind time. it's stupid, to be completely honest, because you've spent months dreaming up impossible scenarios in which sana notices you amongst the thousands of fans, but now that the day has finally arrived, you don't think you've ever been this mortified in your life.

you need to be sober. you also need to rectify this situation as soon as possible, and because sobriety seems to be several hours and a few pints of cold water away, you settle for working on the latter.

"i'm so sorry! i've been drinking and i don't know what i was thinking when i wrote that! i promise i'm not a creep!"

it's word vomit in written form, but you aren't capable of typing out anything more articulate in your current state and you're at least grateful that the message contains no spelling errors. you hit send and push the phone back into your pocket, as if putting the whole thing out of sight will wipe it from your mind.

if only the world worked in that way.

“what’s wrong?” tzuyu bellows into your ear from just a few inches away, and despite the proximity, her words are still almost drowned out by the thump of the bass.

you try to act normal, realizing quickly that ‘normal’ behavior is a lot harder to pull off when you’re thinking about it, and just shrug, before answering, “just not feeling it anymore. i’ve drunk too much.”

“we can go if you like,” tzuyu replies. “i’m pretty much done for the night too.”

your phone goes off again in your pocket, and you try not to be too eager in taking it out, just in case tzuyu notices your strange behavior and probes further.

“why don’t you enjoy the rest of your night, and we’ll see if you’re still interested when you’re sober tomorrow?”

you frown down at the screen, because the words don't entirely make sense and you don't know if that's your fault or sana's fault or the alcohol's or some fiendish combination of all three.

“interested in what?”

you press send and sana’s next message comes back almost immediately, and you can’t help but picture sana somewhere with her phone in her hand, waiting for your message so that she can reply straight away. (sana’s scantily clad in this scenario, and draped across a bed, because apparently your mind enjoys straying to inappropriate places after too many shots, and oh boy, if your mouth wasn’t dry before then it certainly is now.)

“in seeing my underwear on your bedroom floor.”

you lock the screen of your phone in panic, lest anybody around you happen to see the conversation with sana and put it away as you lean towards tzuyu and say, “yeah, let’s get of here.”

///

when you wake up, the only thing to hit you before the hangover is the shame.

you remember everything. well, there are clear gaps in your memory — you don’t remember the journey to the nightclub, nor getting food on the way back home even though there’s an open pizza box with two and a half uneaten slices lying in plain sight on your bedroom floor, nor the exact set of circumstances that led you going out on a night that you’d promise yourself you would stay in. but you remember everything about minatozaki sana, about the obscene comment you posted on sana’s photo, about the inexplicably propositional message that you received in response.

and you’re mortified.

you unlock your phone with the greatest reluctance, because you're hoping that there’s a tiny chance you drank so much last night that the entire thing was merely a dreamed-up product of your own alcohol-addled mind but nope, the messages from sana are most definitely glaring up at you, which means that you did the unspeakable and pretty much sexually-assaulted a stranger via an instragram comment.

the third thing that hits you, once you’ve confirmed that last night’s events really did happen, is the realization that you should’ve been in class twenty minutes ago.

you drag yourself out of bed, grateful that you at least had enough sense to change into pajamas when you got home in the early hours of the morning, rather than passing out fully nude, as you’ve done before, and take your phone with you out of your bedroom and into the kitchen where tzuyu sits at the table, chewing on a slice of toast.

“tzuyu, we have a big problem,” you announce.

tzuyu glances up from her plate, an expression of mild surprise on her face before she swallows her mouthful of food and replies, “for the last time, y/n, skipping class because you’re hungover is not the end of the world.”

you feel a bang of sadness for the loss of your unblemished attendance record this year, but then shake yourself out if it when you remember that there are far worse things that you’ve done in the last twenty-four hours than forgetting to set an alarm.

“no, something happened last night,” you explain. when panic flashes across tzuyu’s face, you hold out your phone, which is open on the comment you made on sana's photo last night, and quickly say, “no, nothing like that. look at this.”

tzuyu squints at the screen, mouthing the words of your comment silently as she reads it, before her mouth drops open and she stares up at you with shock in her eyes.

“jesus christ, y/n. that’s not like you at all.”

“i know!” you whine, taking back your phone so that you can open up the message conversation that follows on from your comment. “i’m mortified.”

“i mean,” tzuyu says, taking another bite from her toast and continuing in a muffled voice, “that photo has hundreds of comments. i’m sure she hasn’t seen it.”

“hold on,” you tell her. “i’m not finished.”

you show tzuyu your phone once more, this time open on the surreal conversation with sana, the one that you wouldn’t believe actually happened if you didn’t have the hard physical evidence of it in front of you.

tzuyu’s reaction is predictably astounded.

“what the actual fuck?”

“so, you see it too?” you ask, just to confirm, as tzuyu takes the phone from you to look at the conversation in more detail. “i haven’t just fantasized the entire thing?”

tzuyu frowns down at the screen with an expression of disbelief that matches how you feel, and then answers, “it would appear not.”

the phone in tzuyu’s hands vibrates with a new message, and you lunge forward to snatch it from your best friend, only for tzuyu to use her height advantage against you to keep you the phone to yourself.

“it’s from her!” tzuyu announces gleefully, before she reads out, “‘morning cutie!’ — oh my god, i’m going to be sick already — ‘hope you aren’t too hungover. the offer still stands. i’m in dc for a shoot next week if you’d like to go for a drink?’ holy shit, y/n. she’s serious.”

you finally triumph in taking your phone back, reading over sana’s newest message to find that tzuyu didn't make a word of it up. minatozaki sana, a famous model so gorgeous that you’re certain she could date anybody she wanted, has actually asked you out.

“it’s a joke,” you say aloud, for your own benefit more than for tzuyu. “it has to be. retaliation for the gross comment that i left her. she has to be making fun of me, trying to see if she can trick me into saying yes, before she jumps out and tells me that of course somebody like her would never be interested in somebody like me.”

“okay y/n, this may be news to you — and don’t you dare repeat this conversation to anybody because you know i hate it when people think i can be sincere — but you’re actually kind of hot." when you open your mouth to protest, tzuyu shuts you up with a dismissive wave of your hand and continue, “and i know that girls could be flinging their panties at you and you’d still come up with a completely illogical explanation for why they might still not be interested in you, but it’s not completely unreasonable that minatozaki sana has checked out your instagram account, decided that you’re a hot piece of ass and wants to screw you.”

you chew on your lower lip, because that’s an unlikely story, even though the messages that stare up at you from the screen of your phone seem to support a similar idea.

“look,” tzuyu says, reaching out to rest one hand on your arm, “if you don’t want to then you don’t have to. but just remember that most people would give anything to be asked out by their celebrity crush.”

it hits you then. this is your celebrity crush, the woman that only ever appears in your fantasies. an opportunity like this would never present itself again.

“okay,” you finally concede. “but if i turn up to meet her and find that she’s there with a half dozen police officers waiting to arrest me for sexually harassing her online, then you are paying for my legal fees.”

///

you’re terrified. you’ve been a jittery ball of nerves all afternoon, and now that the minutes until you meet sana are down to the single digits, the pounding of your heart is deafening.

“y/n?”

you’re so nervous that you startle when you hear a voice saying your name, and you jump to your feet when you see sana standing in front of you.

sana is… she’s shorter than you imagined her to be. she’s only fractionally shorter than you, but it still surprises you that this figure you’ve built up in your head to be such a monumental idol in your life doesn’t actually tower over you in reality.

sana seems completely normal too, as if she’s just a regular person, rather than a famous model with hundreds of thousands of online followers. and yeah, of course you knew sana wasn’t going to show up in just a fancy set of lingerie, or wearing a glamorous ball gown, or anything like that, but there’s something about seeing sana wearing a pair of turned up jeans with rips in both knees, a leather jacket, a plaid scarf bundled around her neck, that just grounds the entire situation.

she’s still gorgeous though. you think that sana could have turned up in a pair of sweatpants and with unwashed hair and you would still momentarily forget how to breathe in her presence.

sana’s eyes are browner in real life, and her smile even prettier, and if you weren’t at least fifty percent in love with the model before this moment, then you definitely are now.

“sana?” you choke past the dryness in your throat to finally stop gaping like an idiot and say something. “hi! um, can i get you a drink?”

“sure!” sana answers, unraveling her scarf from around your neck and taking off your jacket, folding both over one arm as you lean on the bar and flag down a bartender. “i’ll have a white wine, please.”

“a white wine and a vodka lime soda, please,” you tell the server behind the bar, reaching into your purse for some change to pay for the drinks.

“you look great, by the way,” sana says, nudging herself into your side as she leans on the bar beside you.

“so, do you,” you say. “i mean, wow.”

you turn to look at sana with the intention of physically acknowledging how good sana looks but find brown eyes much closer than you expect. you falter, intimidated by sana's proximity, and have to look away for your own sanity.

“don’t be ridiculous,” sana dismisses your comment with a wave of the hand, as if she hasn’t just dazzled you with a simple gaze. “i came straight from a shoot so i didn’t even have time to properly get ready.”

the bartender places your drinks on the bar, and you take the opportunity to distract yourself from the heat rising to your cheeks in sana’s presence by reaching out for your purse and counting out the correct change to pay for your drinks. passing the glass of wine over to sana, you pick up your own drink and lead the way over to a small table for two not far from the bar.

“i want to apologize for the comment that i left on your picture,” you say, almost as soon as you both have each taken a seat, desperate to get your apology in early so that you have a chance to redeem yourself and prove to sana that you can be so much more than just a creep from the internet. “i was drunk, and i know that doesn’t excuse anything...”

“don’t worry about it,” sana says, taking a sip from her wine and then placing the glass on the table. “it’s not the first time i’ve seen a comment like that. admittedly, they’re usually from gross teenage boys or pervy old men...”

“i’m incredibly sorry,” you repeat, mortified at being placed in such a category.

“look, i can tell that it’s out of character for you,” sana reassures you. a sly smile quirks her lips, and she adds in a lower voice, “besides, i like a girl who isn’t afraid to say that she wants.”

your mouth goes incredibly dry from the combination of sana’s words and the look that sana gives you in that moment, like she wants to launch herself across the table and do unspeakable things to you regardless of the bar’s other patrons, and you have to reach for your drink to cool yourself down.

“do you do this often?” you dare to ask, almost scared to hear of all the other people sana must’ve invited out for drinks, just like this.

“do what?” sana frowns.

“go out for drinks with fans.”

sana shakes her heads and answers, “actually, this is the first time.”

you almost choke on your drink. you had been expecting sana to say that she does this all the time — she must do this all the time if she's doing it with you — but the reality is a complete surprise.

"then... why me?"

it doesn’t make sense. sana has over ten million followers on instagram, and out of them all, she has chosen you.

“i don’t know,” sana shrugs. “something about you intrigued me. when i saw your comment, i was curious because it came from a woman. and then i looked at your photos and i liked what i saw.”

you feel your cheeks flush when sana confessed to browsing your own instagram account. you use it to post pictures of sunsets and hand-picked flowers and the cat that followed you home from the library last week. nothing that would make a lingerie model swoon.

and yet sana’s still there, sitting in front of you with a drink in her hand that you bought for her.

“what about now?” you dare to ask. “do you still like what you see?”

sana’s gaze slowly lowers, staring at your eyes and then dropping to your lips, where she lingers before her stare slides down the rest of your body, as if she’s checking you out through the table that sits between you both. when sana’s eyes flicker upwards once more to meet yours, she doesn’t answer your question verbally. instead, the way she raises her eyebrows at you, along with the renewed hunger in her eyes, is more than enough of an indication of her thoughts.

“so,” sana eventually drawls, “it took you a great deal of alcohol for you to post that comment, right?” when you nod an affirmative, sana continues, “and how many drinks before you’ll let me take you back to my hotel?”

you glance across at your drink, already half empty from the way that you’ve been sipping at it regularly as a distraction from the mounting arousal that has you clenching your thighs together. your decision is instant, and you reach for the glass, knocking back your head to pour the remainder down your throat.

wincing at the taste of the vodka, slightly stronger at the bottom of the glass than it had been at the top, you put the glass down with a thud and reply, “one’s more than enough.”

sana’s eyes light up in delight and she finishes her own drink in one gulp, before collecting her purse and jacket as she pushes back her chair.

“then let’s get out of here.”

///

if somebody were to ask you at a later date to recount the journey back to sana’s hotel, you would only be able to do it in the vaguest terms. it’s a blur of sana’s hand in yours, and sana’s hand on your waist, and sana’s hands drifting lower so that it's not quite grazing the curve of your denim-clad butt when you both have the privacy of the elevator up to sana’s room.

the two of you talk about... about something. the two of you must do, because the journey isn’t an awkward one, not entirely anyway. you think that you both talk about sana’s current shoot, and your college classes, and other such idle chitchat that happens entirely on autopilot. none of it really registers in your brain, because you’re still completely overwhelmed by the fact that you’ve met your celebrity crush, let alone the fact that said celebrity crush has invited you back to her hotel room for what promises to be the most mind-blowing evening of your entire life to date.

you’re still half-convinced that this whole thing is just a hoax, that sana’s hand seeking out whichever part of your body it can find to hold as you both make your way up to sana’s room is only there to stop you from running, that you both’ll step inside sana’s room to find a television crew armed with cameras and a half dozen confetti cannons ready to jump out and tell you that you’ve been pranked.

because there’s no way that sana actually wants to have sex with you.

but the two of you make it up to the hotel room, and when sana unlocks the door with her key card and ushers you inside, there’s nothing waiting for the two of you except a king size bed that’s equal parts inviting and intimidating.

“can i get you another drink?” sana asks, dropping her purse and jacket onto the floor beside the dresser and opening the door to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room to inspect its contents.

“no,” you answer, deciding that although a little liquid courage would be more than welcome right now, you want to be sound of mind to experience this for whatever it turns out to be. “i...”

“oh,” sana says, shutting the fridge door again and crossing the room to you, her hands seeking out your waist and slowly guiding you back against the wall next to the door. “is there something else you'd rather be doing?”

“i...” you stammer, your throat almost painfully dry, “i have a couple of ideas.”

“yeah?”

you hesitate before you act, searching sana’s face for any possible sign that she doesn’t want you to kiss her, but when you find none, and when sana’s hands tighten on your waist in encouragement, you lift one of your hands to cup sana’s cheek and pull her in for a hot kiss.

despite waiting for you to initiate the kiss, sana takes control as soon as your mouth meets hers. she keep you anchored against the wall with her hands, while her mouth opens and her tongue swipes against the crease of your lips, requesting access that you’re only too happy to give. and you’re grateful that sana’s taking the lead. the entire situation still drips with surrealism, and your brain can’t keep up with the fast pace of the evening's developments.

you’re kissing minatozaki sana. you’re in sana’s hotel room, with sana’s hands low on your hips, and sana’s tongue sweeping into your mouth, and there’s no fucking way that this isn’t just a hyper-realistic dream. except that you’re too aware of each tiny detail for this to be a dream, too aware of the thudding in your ears with each pump of the blood through your veins, too aware of the way that sana’s hands burn through the material of your top, too aware of the ache between your legs as you subconsciously push your hips forward into sana’s as if seeking contact where you so desperately need it.

it has to be real.

almost as if she senses that you need a respite to let your brain catch up with your body, sana pulls back from the kiss, far enough for you to see that sana’s brown irises have almost shrunk entirely behind the black of her blown pupils, before sana’s parted lips descend on your neck, tracing dangerous paths over tendons and fluttering pulses.

it’s still very distracting, the way that sana’s teeth and tongue work at the skin of your neck with no real predictability in their movements, but without the intoxication of sana’s lips on your own, you do manage to remember that there are things you planned to say to sana before things could get to this stage and with your mouth free to speak, you choose now to attempt to vocalize them, if only to give you something else to try and focus on instead of succumbing entirely to your desire.

“i just want to say,” you manage to husk out, impressed with your own ability to string words together in the face of sana’s valiant efforts at making you lose your mind entirely, “i think you’re… you’re a great rolemodel to young girls, a real icon. the campaigning you do for body positivity… and, uh...” you let out a little grunt as sana’s teeth close around a sensitive spot on your neck, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut to regain the composure needed to finish your sentence, “and the lgbt community. you know, bisexual represen—”

“y/n,” sana says, lifting her mouth from your neck and cutting your words off with a disarming arch of her eyebrow, “i would love to hear all this later, but right now i can think of much better things that your mouth could be doing.”

you let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan at the implication of sana’s words, but you get a sudden surge of confidence, sliding your hands under the hem of sana’s top and bunching the fabric upwards.

“can i take this off?”

sana smiles as she detaches her own hands from your hips, allowing just enough space between your bodies for you to lift sana’s top up and over her head.

you don’t know how to cope now that sana isn’t wearing a shirt. it seems silly, because you've seen this sight before — sana’s breasts covered in satin or lace — but before it’s always been part of a carefully constructed photoshoot intended to be shared with millions of other people. this is completely different because it’s a private showing. nobody else but you get to see this view, and knowing that sana wants it to be you and only you seeing her body tonight, is more of a turn on than anything that you’ve ever encountered in your life before.

“shit,” you groan, closing your eyes as arousal throb in your veins.

“your turn,” sana husks. “i want to see you too.”

sana’s hands tug at the hem of your top and you raise your arms above your head, allowing sana to pull the garment up and off, before she drops it on the floor beside her own.

you almost want to fold your arms across your chest, feeling incredibly self-conscious about standing there in your bra in front of a woman who gets paid to be photographed wearing the same amount of clothing on her upper half. you decided earlier today to put on your nicest bra, just in case things escalated this far, but you’re still just a poor college student, and your nicest bra cost about thirty-five dollars, compared to be obviously far more expensive that sana wears.

“fuck, you’re beautiful,” sana exhales appreciatively, stroking the fingers of one hand across your cheek, then down the column of your neck and over your collarbone before her palm comes to rest over your lace-covered breast. “i can’t wait to get you naked.”

you surge forward, pressing your lips against sana’s, and the force of the movement causes sana to stumble backwards, one hand anchoring itself on your waist while the other palms your breast generously.

“bed,” you mumble, between hot kisses full of tongue that swipe messily at each other and teeth that nip at swollen lips, as you attempt to steer sana backwards towards the bed in the middle of the room, something that only becomes more difficult as sana’s thumb and forefinger pinch at an already puckered nipple through the fabric of your bra.

the two of you make it to the bed, somehow, by which time your jeans are caught around your knees and your fumbling hands have propped open the button on the front of sana’s. you kick your jeans off, tossing them on the floor somewhere behind you as you climb on top of sana, disconnecting your lips long enough to help sana tug denim down her own legs.

“come here, gorgeous,” sana says, smirking at you as she lies back on the bed, propped up on her elbows.

you follow sana’s request, crawling up sana’s body with your legs on either side of sana’s hips, your aching center hovering just inches above sana’s lacy panties as you lean down for another kiss. your long hair tumbles over your face, and you have to take a moment to flick it all over one shoulder, before you connect your lips once more and let your hand slide up the smooth skin of sana’s side until it’s resting on the other curve of sana’s lace-clad breast.

“can i?” you mumble against sana’s lips.

“take it off,” sana says, arching her back off the bed so that you can reach your hand underneath sana and unsnap the clasp. “i want your mouth on my breasts.”

you’re only too happy to oblige, undoing the bra with a shaky hand before throwing it to the floor. you don't allow yourself time to think — or time to realize that sana’s now lying topless before you, because that would almost certainly be too much for you to handle — before you descend on sana’s breast, wrapping your lips around a rosy nipple while you send one of your hands up to give sana’s other breast a generous squeeze. you swipe your tongue over the nipple as it puckers and sana’s hand finds the back of your head, tangling into brunette curls to keep your mouth against her breast.

you’re not satisfied with just this though. now that you have a taste of sana’s skin, you want more, you want to put your mouth on every tantalizing inch of sana’s body. you replace your mouth with your other hand, giving attention to the hardened bud with your fingers, while your tongue traces a path down the valley between sana’s breasts and down sana’s stomach.

sana’s body is even more perfect in person than in her pictures, and you get more and more proof of that with each second that you spend worshipping it. sana’s belly has a slight curve to it, unlike the stereotypical stick-thin model, and you make sure to lavish the soft skin with attention. you trace mindless patterns over sana’s stomach with your lips, stopping every so often to place kisses or draw pictures with your tongue. you seek out sensitive spots, reveling each time sana lets out a gasp or arches away when your lips brush over a ticklish area, making sure to return to these places until sana’s a writhing mess beneath you.

the hand on the back of your head grips tighter, then try to push your mouth down further. you smirk against the warm skin of sana’s stomach, knowing exactly where she wants your next destination to be.

but you won’t give in that easily. you lift your mouth from sana’s stomach and settle on your knees between sana’s legs. sana lets out a groan of frustration, but it’s one that dies in her throat when she realizes that your hands have gone to her hips, seeking out the elastic of her underwear to pull the lace down her legs and discard it on the floor.

you’ve been in this situation with girls before, but you don't think you’ve ever wanted it this much. and it’s not just because sana’s famous, or somebody that you’ve been harboring an unrequited crush on for way longer than the other girl has even known of your existence. there’s just something about sana, about the way that her kisses taste like perfection, about the way that you seem to know exactly what to do to elicit each gasp of pleasure from sana despite being a thrumming ball of nerves, that gives you the inexplicable sensation that your life was always supposed to end up in the moment, whether you like it or not.

you definitely like it. there isn’t a question about that. and, judging by the smear of sana’s arousal that coats your stomach when you settle back between sana’s legs, sana likes it too.

minatozaki sana is into you. which is just way too strange for you get your mind around. sana’s so beautiful, both in looks and personality, that she might as well be from another universe, while you’re just... well, you’re just you. you’re nothing special. completely ordinary.

“i need your mouth,” sana begs.

you’re only too happy to oblige. you trail another path down sana’s body, similar to before but with more purpose now. without the scrap of lace covering sana’s center, your destination is in sight, and you waste very little time getting there, only stopping briefly over sana’s breasts and her navel and that sensitive spot just above sana’s left hipbone that you discovered during your earlier exploration, in attempts to drive sana wild.

everything about this situation is incredibly surreal, but you decide the moment that trumps it all is the one when you slide your tongue through sana’s wetness for the first time. you can’t believe you’re here in sana’s hotel room, let alone going down on the woman you admire, but the heady taste of sana’s arousal on your tongue is eerily familiar, yet also different to anything you’ve ever tasted before.

instinct kicks in. no longer is this you and your celebrity crush, this is you and a girl who wants you, a girl who needs you, if the way that sana’s hips cant up into your mouth is anything to go by. sana sends a hand down and tangles it into the hair on the back of your head, keeping your mouth against her while she bucks her hips and gyrates against your mouth.

it’s really fucking hot, is the first thing that crosses your mind. and there’s no second thing, because you lose yourself in it all. sana’s enthusiasm is smearing her arousal all over your chin but you fucking love it, love the way that sana just can’t seem to get enough of your mouth.

“yes, baby,” sana mounts out encouragements between whimpers. “yes!”

you’ve never been called baby before, but you decide that you like it coming from sana’s lips. you double your efforts in response, wrapping your lips around sana’s aching slit and lashing your tongue against it. sana bucks her hips again when you do that, lets out a few more murmured encouragements and a gasped ‘fuck’, and you hum against sana’s center in approval.

you realize that sana’s going to come really fucking soon if you keep this up, and while the thought is an encouraging one, you aren’t quite ready to be done yet. you slow down the ministrations of your tongue, moving away from sana’s sensitive clit to drag lazy paths up and down sana’s folds, while bringing up a hand to spread sana open for you.

“do you want...?” you ask, lifting your mouth from sana’s center as you dip the tip of an exploratory finger into sana’s opening.

“god, yes,” sana groans, lifting her hips off the bed in an attempt to get your mouth back on her. “do what you want, y/n. fuck me. i need... yeah, just like that.”

you go straight in with two fingers, knowing that sana's more than ready for both, and you let out another hum of delight at the sensation of sana clenching deliciously around your digits. you curl your fingers against sana’s front wall, seeking out the erogenous area that you know will drive sana crazy, and you know you're successful when sana’s back arches off the bed and a husky groan erupts from her throat.

“fuck. y/n, just like that.”

you speed up your motions, thrusting two fingers in and out, and lean down against to put your mouth against sana’s center. there’s no pretense anymore, no need for further delay. you need to see sana come for you and you need to see it soon. you swipe your tongue against sana’s folds once, twice, then dive right in, giving sana’s clit the unwavering attention of your lips and tongue while your fingers slowly work sana higher and higher.

“shit, baby. i’m gonna…”

no amount of warning could prepare you for sana’s orgasm. you know it’s been building but it still takes you by surprise, from the way sana’s hips lift off the bed, to the shout of pleasure that escapes her lips. you use your free hand and splay it over sana’s hips, keeping them anchored to the bed, while you use your fingers of the other, still buried in velvety warmth, to coax yet more sounds from sana’s mouth.

sana’s body stutters through the climax, trembling beneath you with unpredictable jerks, and even when you think you’ve drawn the last of sana’s pleasure from her, sana’s body still twitches once more, before she collapses onto the bed with a contended sigh.

you withdraw your fingers and wipe them on your thigh, not minding the sticky mess they leave behind, then crawl up sana’s body.

“did i do okay?” you ask, because even though sana obviously just came for you, you need to know if it was good enough, need to know if you’ve done enough for sana to stick around long enough to return the favor.

sana’s hands pull your head down for a kiss. there’s almost too much tongue, but when you realize that sana is merely tasting herself on your lips, you decide that there can be no such thing as too much tongue, and you let sana’s filthy kiss take control.

“you’re so cute,” sana mumbles against your lips, her mouth turning up into a smile. “way more than okay.”

in a sudden move that takes you by surprise, sana flips you both over and hovers above your body with a predatory smile on her face. she lowers her mouth to your neck, closing her teeth over your pulse point and sucking what is going to turn into a dark mark into the pale skin there, before moving even lower.

“what was it you were saying earlier?” she asks, between kisses that draw a path over the swell of your breasts and down towards your navel. “i believe you used the words ‘feminist icon’. why don’t you tell me a bit more about that while i eat you out?” 

your head falls back against the pillow and your hand finds the back of sana’s head. the moan that spills from your throat when sana’s lips close around your clit can probably be heard from the hotel lobby many floors below.

///

six months later

you hum a jaunty tune under your breath as you slot your key into the front door of your apartment. you smell like an airplane, and you haven’t eaten all day but none of that matters when you’re still riding the high of a weekend spent in your girlfriend’s bed. 

you’ve been dating sana for six months now, and it still feels a little bit like a dream that you’re praying you’ll never wake up from. that night in sana’s hotel room was one of the best of your life, and once the two of you were done exploring each other’s bodies over and over again, the two of you both stayed up talking into the early hours of the morning until you both were too tired to stay awake any longer.

as you push open the front door and drag your small suitcase inside the apartment. you smile to yourself at the memory of that night and the morning that followed. if sana asking you out for a drink was surreal, if sana taking you back to her hotel room and fucking you until you couldn’t remember your own name was surreal, then nothing could have prepared you for sana inviting you along to the second day of her photoshoot the following day, nor the way that sana took you twice in her dressing room during her lunch break, nor the relationship that blossomed from there.

it’s been a really great six months.

“tzuyu?” you call out into the apartment, leaving your suitcase by the door and walking toward your roommate’s bedroom. “you in?”

“yeah!” comes tzuyu’s reply.

you push open the door to tzuyu’s room and find your friend sitting up against the headboard of her bed, her laptop on her thighs, which she moves to the side when she sees you standing in the doorway.

“so, how was your weekend away?” tzuyu asks.

“it was good,” you grin.

‘good’ doesn’t even begin to cover your weekend spent with her, but then none of the other words in the dictionary do either. you don’t think you’re going to be able to stop grinning for days.

“have you been on instagram lately?” tzuyu asks.

“no, why?” you frown, fumbling for your phone in your jacket pocket and opening up the app.

“take a look at your girlfriend’s latest post,” tzuyu tells you, her voice full of glee and eyes lit up with delight.

you scroll down your feed until you find the photo in question and read the caption.

there’s nothing quite like letting your girl take it off you at the end of a long shoot…

your eyes flit up to the picture, a photo of a pair of lacy underwear lying discarded on the floor, and heat rises to your cheeks as you realize that sana must’ve taken the photo while you weren’t paying attention.

the thing is you recognize the underwear. in fact, you remember picking the set out at the mall specifically to wear on this trip to visit sana, and you remember the nerves you felt while putting them on and wondering whether sana would like what she sees, and you remember the satisfaction of sana popping open the clasp of the bra and drawing the lacy panties down your legs with only her teeth.

“shit,” you groan, letting your head fall against tzuyu’s doorframe with a soft thud.

“what?” 

“that’s not even a picture of sana’s underwear.”

tzuyu’s shriek of glee is a sound that isn’t going to leave you in a long while.

probably the most requested one...

[haooyuee]

yahoo! this is strooparfait's second blog! strooparfait is only for bottom! lee chaolan, so if you're into that, check it out ♡

this haooyuee blog is only for tekken gxg with my female oc! for now it will feature kazama jun/fem oc, reina/fem oc, and alisa bosconovitch/fem oc ♡ hopefully you might be interested! i will definitely make some kind of profiles for my fem ocs that will be in my fics.

i will most definitely write smut, so minors dni please.

[bebeyeyo]

all or nothing | ny x f!reader

genre: fluff

pairing: nayeon x f!reader

setting: college au

content warnings: implied f-girl!nayeon and shy reader (kinda), mention of fear of heights

song: all or nothing by nayeon

note: this was all off the top of my head and not proofread at all soo, i hope you enjoy <3

“please? she really likes you, and she won’t stop bugging me about trying to convince you.” sana whines as you both sit in the living room of your apartment you both live in.

you sigh, “why does she even want to go out with me so badly? doesn’t she have multiple girls in her phone she can do that with?”

sana pauses before speaking up, “well, okay you have a point, but at least try and give her a chance? please? nayeon won’t stop bugging me until you say yes.”

the infamous im nayeon in your college year is very well known. she’s been known to sleep with every girl on campus…well, as far as you know there’s at least more than ten girls.

you’ve tried to steer clear of the girl ever since starting your first year. almost every girl has tried to get her attention, but it seems like you’ve got her attention without even trying.

you’ve never even spoken to the girl besides meeting her one time because she’s friends with sana.

“why can’t she just ask me out herself?” you scoff as you write down some math notes.

“because she’s too scared knowing her reputation.” jihyo cuts in who sits on the couch beside sana while you sit on the floor.

“save yourself the heartbreak, sweets. or else she’d have a broken nose the next time i come in contact with her.” jihyo grunts.

sana chuckles as she puts her pencil down, “i mean, jihyo has a point. and as much as i shouldn’t be encouraging you y/n, what have you got to lose, ya know?”

“hm, let’s see; my dignity, my confidence, my-”

“okay okay…just think about it, alright? i’ll even pay you back if things don’t go well. i’ll do anything. nayeon has even asked for your number but i didn’t give it to her out of respect for you.” sana admits as she lets out a sigh.

“it’s your choice, hun. just trust your instincts.” jihyo smiles softly before turning her head back to her laptop.

you let yourself be in your thoughts for a little bit before looking back up to sana.

“give me her phone number.” you ask.

sana gasps as she instantly opens her phone telling you nayeon’s number.

“i’ll be right back.”

you leave the living room for a few minutes and press the button to dial nayeon’s number all the while you heard the squeals of sana from the background.

two rings and the line was open, “hello?”

“um, hi, this is y/n. i’m assuming you know me through sana?”

“o-oh, hi y/n! yes, i do know you. did you need anything?” as confident and flirty nayeon usually was, she was nervous. you could hear it in her voice.

“it’s just that..sana told me that you wanted to ask me out..?”

you heard stuttering on the other side, making you smile a little.

“i-um, well, what sana said isn’t exactly wrong…but, yes i’ve been wanting to take you out for a while.” nayeon admits.

“well..someone told me to trust my instincts and i’m choosing to trust you, so yes, i’ll go on a date with you.”

if you were looking at nayeon face to face, you’d see how big her smile was.

“t-thank you, y/n. i was thinking of having a picnic at the beach? and maybe we could possibly walk around the boardwalk since the fair will be in town.” the thought of a day like that brought a small smile onto your face.

“i’d like that. what time should i be ready?” you ask.

“be ready around eleven. does that sound good?”

“yeah, it does. i’ll be ready by then.”

“o-okay! good, i’ll see you tomorrow, y/n.” nayeon says.

“i’ll see you then, nayeon.” you hang up.

you smile a little before walking back into the living room where jihyo and sana look back up with wondering minds.

“so?” jihyo wonders.

“looks like i’m going on a date tomorrow.”

~~

you finished brushing your hair while adjusting the cropped t shirt you were wearing along with a long skirt since it was going to be on the warmer side today.

after spraying your perfume on, you make your way out of your room and into the living room where you make sure you have your purse along with your necessities in it.

“ooh la la,” sana teases as she walks out from the kitchen.

you giggle as you put your sneakers on.

“wow hun, you look so cute!” jihyo smiles.

“thank you, jihyo.”

you look at the time in your phone, seeing it’s exactly eleven.

“are you nervous?” sana asks.

you nod, “yeah, i’m nervous how this will go.”

“we’ll just so you know, i’m a phone call away and i can drive.” jihyo warns with a stern voice.

“ah, she’ll be okay, jihyo. i trust that this will go well!” sana beams with a smile.

you were about to say something until a knock on the door was heard.

you make your way over to the door, opening it where you’re met with a nayeon who’s got a bouquet of flowers for you. she had on a white shirt with shorts on, with a small but nervous smile on her face.

she looked adorable with her two braids.

“hi nayeon.” you greet.

“hi y/n. i got these for you.” she says handing you the flowers which you take, a blush evident on your face.

“thank you.”

nayeon gave you a smile, “you look very pretty.”

“thank you, you do as well.” you reciprocate.

nayeon looked behind you to see a smiling sana but a straight faced jihyo.

she wasn’t going to lie if she said jihyo scared the absolute shit out of her. and she’s older than the girl.

“i’ll have her back by nine tonight.” nayeon says as if she was taking you away from your parents for the night.

but that technically wouldn’t be incorrect since sana and jihyo have taken you under their wing since starting college.

“okay, nayeon. have fun y/n! send us pictures!” sana cheers as she gives you a hug.

all jihyo did was glare at nayeon as she hugged you, before whispering in your ear, “have fun. be careful.”

you chuckle at jihyo’s motherly ways.

sana hands you your phone and purse before you walk with nayeon to her car.

as you approach the passenger door, nayeon instantly rushes forward, opening the door for you.

you giggle, “are you always like this with other girls?”

nayeon playfully rolled her eyes, “you’re an exception.” she says.

she closes the door as you get in. she walks around the car, nervous with her hands shaking because she really didn’t want to mess things up.

this is the first time nayeon’s confidence has been thrown out the window, replaced with shyness.

once she makes it into the driver’s seat, she puts her seatbelt on and looks at you, “ready?”

you nod, “yeah, i’m ready.” you smile.

and the on the road you both went.

~~

“i still don’t really understand it.” you say as you sit down beside nayeon on the towels you’ve got laid out onto the beach sand.

“understand what?” she asks.

“why did you ask me out? sana has told me how you’ve been wanting to ask me out for a while…but you’ve got a lot of other girls..” you trail off.

nayeon was silent for a few seconds as she watched you open a bottle of water, taking a few sips from it.

as she watches you, she knew you had a point. in her opinion, you weren’t like others. you were much different.

all this time in university nayeon has only been with more extroverted, party people who don’t really take college serious. and although nayeon is an introvert, she’s very much down for a party.

but sometimes, it got boring and the repetition to keep her reputation alive exhausted her.

sometimes she just wanted to disappear and give up the act. and she can, she just didn’t know how to. attention is always on nayeon and she knows the rumors that spread.

nayeon was starting to see how popularity was just so…tiring.

and truthfully, she knew she was a bad person for having this fuck girl reputation.

but when she had met you the day sana and her had a study session, she couldn’t stop thinking about you since.

“because you’re you.” she answers truthfully.

you look at her confused, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

nayeon could hear the possibly offended tone in your voice, “i just mean that i like who you are as a person, despite not knowing you that well. sana’s told me a lot about you. i’ve asked a lot of questions about you.”

“you have?”

she nods, “yeah. i like how you’re passionate about what you’re studying, and how you can just enjoy your time just being by yourself, or being with few people. i like your quietness, and you just bring a very calming energy, y/n.”

you smile a bit and shrug popping a grape in your mouth, “it’s just how i’ve always been.”

nayeon chuckles eating some of her sandwich.

she watches the sun shine on your skin, feeling her heart pound.

“so…how long have you known sana and jihyo?” she asks.

“i’ve met them both last year. we were all assigned in the same dorm room, then this year we all decided to live in the same apartment. they both treat me like i’m their actual child.” you joke.

nayeon giggles, “i can tell. especially jihyo, she was glaring at me the moment she even saw me.”

you shrug, “she’s just very protective.”

“she scares me sometimes. even though i’m older than her.” she chuckles.

you smile hearing this.

you bring your knees up to your chest, looking at nayeon from an angel you can only describe looking at an angel.

“you’re not as bad as i thought.” you joke. nayeon playfully pushes your shoulder.

as the afternoon was starting to become sunset, you both packed the picnic up, and decided to head over to the fair grounds.

you instantly became a little kid again seeing all the game booths, the rides, and the ferris wheel that was far ahead.

“can we play some games? i want to win some plushies!” you ask nayeon tugging at her arm.

she giggles, “sure, sweetheart, but on one condition,” she starts, “you let me pay for everything.”

your smile slowly fades, “but nayeon, fair stuff is expensive you know?”

she only shakes her head, “i offered to take you out, and i want to spoil you.”

feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks, you couldn’t speak or else you’d certainly have a quiet cranky voice, so you just nod and begin walking around with a smirking nayeon.

the first game you went to was a water gun game, where you try to knock the little duckies down. in victory, you get to pick out any plushie you want.

you didn’t win, making you sulk with a playfully pout.

nayeon giggles as she picks out a stuffed dolphin, and handing it to you with a big smile.

“i was going to win this for you, anyways.” she states.

you squeal taking it into your arms, hugging it tightly.

that’s when you see a flash through your closed eyelids instantly opening your eyes seeing a giddy nayeon with her phone up facing you.

“this’ll be a good picture to send to sana.” she giggles.

you whine, “yah! don’t send those pictures to her!” you say as you try and reach for her phone.

she only runs away from you, giggles leaving both of you.

later on in the evening, both of you had gotten fair food as well, like cotton candy, popcorn, some ice cream.

you both know your stomachs won’t be in the best shape the next morning. thankfully, it was the weekend meaning no classes.

you were having the time of life with nayeon. finding yourself smiling at everything she did. you even took pictures on guard and off guard of her, your heart pounding with happiness as you look at them.

nayeon felt the same. having so many photos of you in her camera roll that she didn’t care if she ran out of the storage.

you begin thinking how happy you were that you had called nayeon yesterday night.

and when you both went onto the ferris wheel, both of you were so close. your head on her shoulder as she had her arm around you, taking pictures of the low fair and city lights.

and nayeon was holding your hand tightly. definitely not because-

“why didn’t you tell me you’re scared of heights? i wouldn’t have asked to come up here if i knew!” you scold the older girl who’s got her eyes screwed shut, practically nuzzling into you.

“well, i said i wanted to spoil you! and whatever makes you happy i’ll do it. as long as i don’t open my eyes i’m okay. just let me know when it’s over!” she whines.

you chuckle, “your big tough persona is definitely out of the window, isn’t it, nayeonie?”

she scoffs letting out a pout, “whatever.”

a few minutes later, the ride came to a stop, and you smile looking at nayeon, “it’s over now.”

within a second she got off the cart, dragging you off with her.

but you gasp, “wait! my dolphin!”

this caught nayeon’s attention and she smiles, “i’ll get it for you.”

letting go of your hand, she goes back onto the cart successfully getting your plushie, only for the gate to close.

she turns around so fast she could get whiplash, and the ferris wheel had begun running once more.

her eyes go wide as she began to go up higher and higher, “y/n!!!” she screams.

“oh my god, nayeon! sir, she wasn’t even trying to get back on!” you yell at the worker.

he only shrugs, “sorry ma’am. i’ve got to let it go around again.”

you only groan, but chuckle at nayeon’s frantic yelling and insults she’s throwing at the worker.

“yah! you should get fucking fired! i wasn’t trying to get back up here! what the fuck! hurry the fuck up! Y/N!!!”

~~

after pulling up in front of your apartment complex, you look at nayeon after she puts the car in park.

“here we are.” she sighs looking at you.

you look at nayeon with a big smile, heart eyes practically.

“thank you for tonight, nayeon. i really enjoyed myself, and thank you for winning me this. i really love it.”

“i enjoyed myself, too y/n. and i’m glad you had fun, also.” she says.

you giggle shyly.

“let me walk you to the door.” she says as she gets out of the car.

you get out of the passenger’s seat, nayeon following you with her hand in yours.

“what a gentlewoman.” you joke.

once you reach the door, you turn back to nayeon.

“thank you again, nayeon.”

she shakes her head, “don’t thank me. i just really wanted to do this for you.”

“and…if you’ll let me…i’d like to take you out on another date sometime soon?” she asks with a look of hopefulness in her eyes.

you chuckle looking down at your intertwined hands before looking back up at her, “i wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

nayeon subtly let out a sigh of relief breaking into a smile.

“bye nayeon.”

“bye y/n.” a kiss to her cheek you made before making your way inside, making her freeze with a blush.

you lean back on the door with a sigh and a smile on your face.

“so…? how’d it go?” you suddenly heard sana ask.

you couldn’t answer that. you were to much in a state of bliss to do so.

“it looks like someone else is just as happy as y/n.” jihyo says looking out of the window.

you quickly rush over looking through the blinds seeing a nayeon who’s giddy, jumping up and down with a huge smile on her face as she made her way to her car.

you giggle.

“how was it? i saw she got you a plushie! what else did you guys do?” sana rambles.

~~

a few weeks later, you find yourself packing a bag with a few clothes. as well as your essentials.

“i better not find out that you’ve been put on a bail fine, y/n.” jihyo scolds.

sana scoffs, “oh my goodness y/n, trust nayeon for once! they’ve been going out for a few weeks now and nothing bad has happened. you can trust to stay over at nayeon’s for a weekend.”

“…yet.”

“jihyo eonnie i’ll be fine! you can trust me.” you tell to jihyo.

a knock to the door, where you go over and open.

“hey there, gorgeous.” nayeon greets you with a kiss to your cheek.

“hi nayeon,” you look at sana and jihyo, “i’ll be back sunday.”

“okay. have fun, guys!” sana beams.

“remember y/n! birds and the bees talk and jai-” sana covers jihyo’s mouth.

“have fun!”

you giggle as nayeon takes your duffel bag for you, putting it in the trunk of her car and you get into the passenger’s seat.

[herlv3r]

kiss me

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.

୨୧ synopsis: you and your girlfriend, hanni, live in totally different worlds. you’ve been together for about two weeks now. but you still struggle to grasp the idea that she chose you. with these invasive negative thoughts, are you going to have to let her go?

୨୧ pairing: gf!hanni x fem!reader

୨୧ genre: angst, slight fluff at the end

୨୧ a/n: i don't think i'm a good angst writer, welp

you groan as you wake up from the deafening ringing of your alarm. the time reads, 6:30 am. ugh, the idea of getting up and getting ready to learn for 8 hours doesn't sit right with you. deciding you'll shut your eyes just for a couple more minutes, a call comes through just before you can hit the snooze button. without looking at the name, you answer.

"good morning baby," a soft voice whispers in your ear. you form a smile, giggling at her cute morning voice. "good morning~ what's up?" she yawns on the other side of the line. "nothing, i just wanted to hear your voice.” you drop your phone to the side as you kick and roll around on your bed. “awh shut up you flirt, hehe.”

a sudden burst of energy rushes throughout your body, forcing you to get up forgetting all about that snooze button. “okay, okay, i’ll see you later.” you hum in response, “yup, i’ll see you.” you hang up the call and shuffle your playlist labelled as ‘my hanni’. tossing your phone onto your made bed, you excitedly rush to the bathroom.

2 hours pass and shortly after you approach the front gates of your school. arriving, you feel a stinging pain in your arm. “ow! what the heck?!” glancing to your side, your best friend, minji, is bursting out laughing. “bro, i’m so sorry i didn’t mean to go that hard.” side-eyeing her, you rub your arm attempting to ease the burning pain.

you and minji were both socially inept, which makes sense as to why you guys get along. compared to your sweet girlfriend, who’s always surrounded by people and making friends everywhere she goes. so why did she ever go for you, you thought.

you push minji by the shoulder before continuing to walk towards the entrance. your gaze lands on a small girl laughing with who seem to be her friends. spotting you approaching, she stops and turns to you, waving and skipping to your direction. you smile admiring her childlike action. "how's it going my pretty lady?" you blush. "mhm, pretty good. when did you get here?" she grabs your hand and intertwines it with hers. "not long, maybe about 10 minutes ago." you smile at her, but sense pairs of eyes glued to you and hanni. feeling uneasy you look around noticing people staring intensely. what's their problem?

you abruptly let go of her hand, hoping the unwanted attention dies down. she looks at you with a disappointed look. "hey what's wrong? is my hand cold?" she frowns. you can feel your heart race and blood pressure rising a bit. "no your hand's fine, i just forgot i have an appointment with the councillor." your nowhere near convincing but she lets you go because she trusts you. without giving her another second to speak, you dash to the doors, disappearing within the crowd leaving your girlfriend behind.

scurrying to the washroom, you immediately lock yourself in one of the stalls trying to calm down. you hate lying to her but you also hate feeling overwhelmed. soon after, you've relaxed enough allowing you to finally exit the stall. stepping out of the washroom, that feeling of uneasiness comes back, stabbing you in the chest. what's the point of them whispering when you can hear them 10 steps away? do they not have anything better to do other than gossip about why hanni’s dating someone as withdrawn as you? 

as soon as the last bell rang, you hurriedly ran out, not taking a second to look back. arriving home, you flop on your bed turning your phone on dnd. laying there in your thoughts, you remember leaving hanni alone earlier this morning. you let out an exhausting sigh, what’s wrong with you? with a heavy mind, you eventually doze off. 

waking up confused and groggy, you reach for your phone as you read the time, 9:15 pm. the brightness blinds your eyes forcing you to squint. turning off the dnd setting, notifications of all silenced apps pop up one after the other. but what caught your attention were the 106 messages and 31 missed calls, all from your girlfriend, hanni. you’re a complete asshole. you’ve ignored her all day and didn’t even consider her feelings. filled with guilt and regret, you thought what kind of girlfriend are you? 

as negative thoughts occupy your head again, you hear the door bell ring twice. lazily getting up after rotting in your room, you slowly approach the door. it rings again, “just wait please!” you yell loud enough hoping they’ll hear you. thinking it’s your parents, you open the door in shock. your heart breaks once your eyes land on the girl standing outside under the heavy rain. her hair and clothes are soaked. even though the rain drowns her face in water, it’s obvious she’s been crying. 

“omg, hanni what are you doing here? where’s your umbrella, you’ll get sick.” without waiting for a second more you grab her wrist and pull her inside. you drag her up the stairs and into your room. shivering under her wet clothes, you wrap a towel around her. attempting to help her warm up, you take her hands into yours. she’s so cold to the touch, that you’re positive she’ll catch a cold. you’re aware why she’s here but you didn’t expect her to go as far as to show up in person. you’re such an idiot, it’s all your fault.

you get up grabbing a fresh set of clothes from your closet and hand it to her. “here put these on, i’ll wait outside and just knock on the door once you're done.” a minute or two passes and you hear a soft knock on the door. entering again, you see hanni sitting on the floor patting the space beside her. you take a seat next to her on the slightly damp carpet. not knowing what to say, you just avoid eye contact.

 “is there something wrong with me? what did i do wrong?” her voice cracks. hugging your knees to your chest, you finally spoke. “hanni you’re perfect… you didn’t do anything wrong at all.” you both stay silent for a while. “it’s my fault, honestly. i’m sorry but i’ve been struggling to commit... i’m not so sure i can keep up the pace on my end. for a nobody like me, am i even deserving of you? i just don’t want to disappoint you.” she turns her head in your direction and sighs. “but you’ve never once disappointed me even before we got together. it’s okay if you doubt yourself sometimes. but whenever you need me, i’ll always listen to you anywhere and anytime.” she intertwines her fingers with yours, “i don’t care about what they label you as or which class they place you in. it’s all bullshit words. i like you for you. so, please… let’s work together and figure it out.” 

finally looking at her, tears come rushing down as you hear her reassuring words. feeling the insecurities rush out, you pull her into a tight hug. as you cry even louder on her shoulder, you can hear her sniffling. “i’m so sorry hanni, i should’ve never put you through this.” she tightens her grip on you, “it’s okay. we’re okay.” 

after holding on to each other for a couple of minutes, you both finally calmed down and silence takes the room again. looking away, you both slowly turn to face one another then burst out laughing at how red your eyes and noses are. “we look like idiots.” she giggles at your comment and shifts closer to you. with your eyes glued to hers, she stares back with a soft expression. she leans into your ear and whispers, “kiss me.” flustered, your cheeks start to stain pink. she pulls away chuckling, meaning to only tease you. but you reach for her face and cup it with your hands, connecting your lips. surprised at first, she eventually gives in as she pulls you closer by the collar of your sweater. pulling away gently, laughter engulfs you both again. 

[sytoran]

home is where the heart is ★ n.r

— 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ;; 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 & 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒

in which your married life with natasha romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. with your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (and ultimately, very horny.)

pairing ★ sub!wife!natasha x beefy!butch!reader

chapter summary ★ natasha wakes you up with a pleasant surprise, your gremlin kids are the life and death of you, tony stark is annoying, marital sexting is pretty tough, and you're homesick for your wife's pussy.

warnings ★ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, some pretty heavy kinks: blowjobs, marital sexting, breeding kink, daddy kink, probably more.

word count ★ 3.1k (feeding yall)

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You slept like the dead.

Or at least you did, on most mornings, oblivious to the waking world in your sweet slumber. 

Today was different, though. There was a distinct feeling of pleasantness swimming in your subconscious, one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It urged you awake, a certain type of wet heat that insistently tugged and pulled.

It wasn’t until a jolt of arousal shot through you like a nine-millimetre shotgun that you jerked awake with a start.

“Shit!” you gasped, yanking off the blanket from your lower half, to reveal your ethereal wife perpetrating what could only be described as a wet dream.

Natasha’s head was obediently lowered in the midst of sucking your erect shaft, her viridescent gaze trained unto you with a twinkle of mischief. Wandering hands were sheathed under the front of your sweatshirt, painted nails mapping out the expanse of your tensed abdomen. 

“Way to wake me up, baby,” you say breathlessly, a hand flying to the back of Natasha’s head in hopes of speeding up your ever-approaching high. You buck your hips once, effectively propelling your hips further forward, guiding your shaft into your wife’s mouth.

Natasha hums mindlessly, palming at your torso like it was second nature. Her mouth moves languidly, relaxed and slow, tongue trailing over the hefty length of your cock in a teasing manner.

Like the devil incarnate, Natasha’s hand glides a broad stroke from your abs to the base of your cock, and starts working her hand in firm strokes. “Fuck,” you groan, a hand twisting into soft locks of your wife’s hair.

The joint stimulation on the head and base of your cock have you barrelling towards a preordained high at a frighteningly fast pace, and the absolutely criminal way Natasha’s head bobs up and down is no help at all.

“Fuck, baby, m’so close,” you gasp, throwing your head back and letting your eyes slide shut. Your big hand guides Natasha’s head with a certain type of tacit power, unwritten but distinct. Natasha feels herself get wet, and in turn eagerly plunges her mouth down with a renewed vigour.

When Natasha lets out a filthy moan from the back of her throat, stifled by the sheer size of your cock in her mouth, pleasure overwhelms your every sense. 

You groan, hips snapping up for the entirety of your cock to be buried in Natasha’s warm and velvet throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

“Mama! Mommy!” 

The undeniable sound of little feet scampering across the wooden floorboard and down the stairs, unceremoniously hauls you out of your heaven-like ascension. 

Natasha pulls her lips off your cock with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. “Time to get up, honey,” she says with the arch of her eyebrow, smoothly turning over in practised motion and leaving you hung and sprung.

“Baby,” you whine, pitifully throwing your head back. Your words fall on deaf ears and you grumble and pull up your sweatpants, just in time for the door to swing open and release the incoming wave of chaos.

“MAMA!!” Emilia shrieks, leaping onto the bed with fearsome aggression, her younger twin brother in tow. 

Your five-year olds didn’t let you catch any breaks, Emilio roaring into your ear while dragging his toy pterodactyl across your face. “Rawr! Rawr! Wake up, ma!”

You leap up in a haze of bedsheets and screaming kids, all your previous indiscretions quickly faded at the sight of your bundles of joy. 

Emilia squeals as you easily hoist her up with one arm, the little girl getting thrown into the air. Emilio receives much of the same treatment, getting dangled in the air by one leg.

“Mommy! Save us!” The boy cries out with a delighted grin and a hearty attempt at hitting your side. You swing them around with fake growls that incite laughter and squeals, steering clear of any sharp corners or wayward objects.

Natasha is more preoccupied with hugging your sleepy ten-year old, and cooing softly into her ear. 

Marina is the oldest of your three, quiet and reserved, with brilliance sparkling behind her soft eyes. “Hi, mama,” she greets you with a small smile, and your heart melts a little.

“Hi, darling angel,” you reply with a big grin of your own. “Where’s my morning kiss?”

At the prospect of the feared morning kiss, Emilio yells and wreaks absolute havoc, the toy truck forgotten in favour of escaping your clutches. 

“No mama! No kiss!” Emilia protests, the Russian determination behind her set eyes a splitting image of her mother’s. Emilio is long gone, visibly hidden under your bedside table. 

You hoist Marina up onto your hip, smiling at the sweet kiss she pecks on your cheek. “It’s mommy’s turn now,” you say easily, sliding up to Natasha with a mischievous grin.

“Ew!” Your little girl giggles, hiding behind her hands as you share a chaste kiss with your wife, one that is far too short for your liking. Either way, the morning kiss routine was a success.

The attention in the crowded room is drawn by a simple clap of Natasha’s hands. She stands arms akimbo, rocking her bed hair, sleep still half-written in her eyes — but the whole look is so endearing that you can’t help but fall in love all over again. 

“Okay, kids. Time to get ready for school! Who wants breakfast?”

The cheer that arises from your children is nothing short of pure jubilation. Emilio starts a chant of ‘Frosted Flakes! Frosted Flakes!’ that has them marching in line out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen. 

Natasha laughs, following their trail, but you drag her back expectantly.

With one arm hanging off the top of the doorframe and the other wrapped around her waist, you pull Natasha into that long sought-after kiss. 

“Mhm,” you hum contentedly, inhaling her sweet scent. “I love you.”

Natasha slowly slides her hands up your arms, savouring the kiss. She presses her palms to your cheeks, adoration dancing in her eyes.

“I love you too.”

*****

The Frosted Flakes do not end up on the breakfast table, after all, because Natasha reasons that the kids had eaten it for three breakfasts in a row and their teeth would rot and fall off.

Toast and scrambled eggs, courtesy of your little handiwork in the kitchen, is the eventual outcome. Food is food to a bunch of hungry gremlins, either way, and the breakfast gets scarfed down in no time at all.

“You’re gonna go soon?” Natasha asks you in the kitchen, giggling at your teddy-bear patterned apron. You make a non-committal hum against your wife’s chest, wanting to stay in her arms for an eternity.

“Mama, we have to go to school,” Marina calls from the front porch, the door clicking open. “I need help with my shoe!” Emilio cries out, hopping into the kitchen with a singular shoe. “I got my shoes done on my own!” Emilia chimes in proudly, tugging on her backpack straps.

Natasha laughs, stroking your hair affectionately. “No rest for the wicked,” she says. “Be a responsible parent and send Marina to school, then go to work. The twins’ school bus will be here anytime.”

You exhale with a smile, pulling your wife in for a kiss that is a tad too long. Tugging off the pink apron, you’re glad you already changed into your work attire — a collared white shirt rolled up to your elbows, a grey-patterned tie, and matching slacks.

Natasha looks you up and down approvingly, then her eyes glimmer with an incited flame as she straightens your tie. You definitely don’t miss the way her hands glide smoothly across your chest to straighten out the wrinkles, and you resist the fluttering sensation that blooms under her touch.

“What a handsome young woman,” Natasha comments, tip-toeing to peck your cheek. You smile widely, preening under your wife’s attention. “Only for you,” you reply happily. “I’ll be off, then.”

“Mama, let’s go,” Marina probes, head poking into the kitchen. Her eyes soften at the sight of Natasha, proceeding to wave cutely. “Bye, mommy.”

Like little ducks, your three children follow you out of the house, with their miniature backpacks and shoes. Natasha watches adoringly from the porch, blowing kisses to Emilia when she yells one last “Bye, mommy!”.

Your Audi SQ7 peels out the driveway, engine revving. Marina is looking out the window, humming ‘American Pie’ with a little smile. As your home fades away in the rearview mirror, you think that this life was all you’d ever need.

***

“Fury, tell Tony that not sponsoring the coffee machines in my building is frankly, quite rude behaviour,” you comment, sitting next to the aloof man who’s snacking on a packet of dried fruit. Steve steals bits of the snack when Tony’s not looking, much to Fury’s chagrin.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Tony replies hotly, snatching back the piece of fruit in Steve’s hand. “You literally leaked the photo of me in a maid outfit, for the whole world to see. You know how many sleazy men have slid into my DMs since then? Pepper hasn’t let that go!”

“What, are you mad that the public now knows that Pepper’s the one that does the dicking down?” you retort. “And Steve was one of those ‘sleazy men’!” 

The accused blonde looks away quickly, suddenly very preoccupied with the tiling of the floor. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.

“That’s enough,” Fury admonishes with an unamused look. “The three of you need to get your shit together. Regardless of whether or not Stark is a bottom, I can’t have the CEOs of my powerhouse companies making a bad name. You know how that reflects on me? Stark Industries, SHIELD, L/N-Corp Worldwide Media: The Desolate Downfall of Nick Fury.”

“Is this because I modelled for the gay sex toy shop company? Because that’s just homophobic,” Steve reasons, folding his arms. “And Bucky liked the advert a lot!”

Tony scoffs, making paper aeroplanes with the papers on Fury’s desk. “We literally bring in millions upon millions for you each year. I’m sure that forgives the one time I was high during Y/N’s media conference. The Minister didn’t even notice! He’s like 82, anyways. Close to your age, Fury.”

“And I’m not sorry for calling the Netflix director a bitch on live TV,” you add in. “They’ve got no reason for cancelling all the sapphic shows left and right! My wife and I were invested in Gentleman Jack, okay?”

Fury sighs, the scene before him a spectacle he was no stranger to by now. 

You, Tony and Steve were the face of the up-and-coming generation of brilliant minds and creative thinking. He supposed your overwhelming success and proved greatness softened the blow of your discrepancies in maintaining an unblemished professional image.

“Moving on,” Fury continues. “I want to talk about Project Eagle. As you should know from last year’s report……”

Just then, your phone vibrates in your pocket, with a notification from Natasha’s contact.

You, indeed, were hard.

Upon reading Natasha’s last message, you shut your phone off so quickly that Steve turns and raises an eyebrow at you. You clear your throat and shift in your seat, evidently affected.

The heat that surges through your body pays no help in your focus on Fury’s briefing. You can feel the flush creeping on from the back of your neck, spreading down your body and rushing towards the area between your legs.

Natasha, why have you forsaken me? You think helplessly, the noises in the office fading to a low buzz. When your phone vibrates again, your finger clicks on the message before your brain can catch up to you.

The image that Natasha sends you has you choking on absolutely nothing, coughing up air like a woman possessed. 

Lacy red lingerie displaying thick thighs and a soft tummy should not be this breathtaking, but Natasha pulls it off anyway.

Filthy images flit into your mind uncontrollably, searing images like a broken record player. Your dick has a mind of its own, pressing hot and tight against the seam of your pants.

“L/N,” Fury announces, voice booming and hauling you out of your trance. “What seems to be the issue?” 

In the background, Steve and Tony giggle like schoolgirls, knowing all too well what had occurred. You clear your throat again, shoving your phone into your pocket, hopelessly trying to erase the blessed image of your wife from your memory, just for a moment longer.

“No issues here,” you say with a forced smile, fighting demons with your rock-hard erection you’re desperately trying to cover with a report file. “I’m all dandy, sir.”

“Right,” Fury says disbelievingly, his good eye flickering downwards for a fraction of a second. Embarrassment eats you up whole.

“Let’s hope your attention span is just as ‘dandy’.”

***

“Natty,” you pant, with your wife pinned under you, hot and tight inside of her.

“I can’t believe you did that,” you grunt, punctuating each word with a firm thrust of your hips. “Made me so fucking hard at work.”

Following your incident in Fury’s office, you had exhausted every fibre of your willpower not to lock yourself in a bathroom stall and jerk off like a nymphomaniac.

After a gruelling day of work and coming back to a house of sleeping children, you had wasted no time in claiming your stake.

“I’ve been blue balled for twelve hours,” you groan into Natasha’s neck, mouthing at the flushed skin with fervour. “Spare me some sympathy, darling.”

“Oh, my poor baby,” your wife teases, tracing a feather-light hand over your tensed back muscles and clutching at the back of your neck. “You’re so eager, aren’t you?”

“Mhm,” you growl, scraping your sharp teeth over her collarbone, leaving violet imprints at a respectable-enough level. You roll your hips into Natasha’s, drawing relentless waves of pleasure and a rocking motion that has her throwing her head back.

Natasha’s erratic breathing and badly-disguised moans are music to your ears, a sweet symphony you’d been missing all day. You groan as her velvet walls clench tight around you, hot and wet and all-encompassing.

“You feel amazing,” you pant, the clefted tip of your shaft bumping against her cervix with how deep you nest inside of her.

A high-pitched whine sounds from the back of Natasha’s throat, as her legs spasm in the air. “Wanna fuck you senseless, please,” you groan.

“Do it,” she challenges breathily. You lean forward, manhandling her deliciously thick thighs, pressing your wife’s knees to her head.

The arousal that builds in your lower stomach is pure white heat, fueled by the breathless cries of your wife under you. 

“Fuck,” you cry out, reaching new spots you haven’t before. You surge forth, an unstoppable train, drilling your shaft into Natasha’s dripping cunt like it was your only reason for living. Because maybe it was, as you transcend earthly boundaries with her, only her.

Subconsciously, your hands fly to Natasha’s hefty tits, grabbing the shaking mounds. “Y’so pretty, babygirl,” you say, half-drunkenly, high of the white-hot pleasure that Natasha draws out of you. 

She’s untouchable heaven, silky moans and raspy cries, a soft tummy with rolls that you greedily grasp in your hands.

“Daddy,” Natasha cries, crescent nails scratching down your arms, her suspended legs shaking in the air. The airy lilt of your title makes you leak. “Ugh, fuck,” you grunt, pounding her into the bedframe, sweaty and slick.

“Let me come inside, please?” you practically beg, wide eyes transfixed at the area your shaft meets her cunt. Natasha whines breathlessly, a hand moving to clasp at the sheets. “Yeah, I-I’m on the pill.”

That’s all the confirmation you need before pinning Natasha down with spread hands. You shift on the bed as you mount her, skin-to-skin with your shaft fully-lodged inside of your wife. 

Natasha gives you this dizzy look, glazed-over eyes portraying complete submission.

Then you start moving again, and the world explodes in your hands.

“Oh, fuckkk,” you groan, shoving your fingers into Natasha’s mouth to stop her pleasured screams from waking up the whole house.

The speed at which you drive your hips into Natasha’s is downright sinful, smearing slick all over her rounded ass, dripping onto the bed.

You’re transfixed, as your wife’s big mounds bounce in time with your thrusts, making you drool with want. An animalistic growl leaves your throat as you push yourself in, even deeper than before, making Natasha arch above the bed with a muffled cry.

Just like that, with you buried inside Natasha, do you fall apart by the seams, an unwinding intricate tarp.

Your load gets buried deep inside Natasha’s womb, and you continue with shallow thrusts. “Mhmn,” Natasha moans, following soon after, spurts of slick coating your cock in waves of overarching pleasure.

“Babydoll,” you groan mindlessly, palming at her sides. You come so heavily that it flows out of Natasha, a dribble of thick white fluid, and your wife fingers it back in so desperately that you could get hard all over again. 

You collapse unceremoniously onto the bed next to Natasha. “I want more kids,” you state. You grope your wife’s tummy like it would conjure new life, an expectant look on your face.

“Three is enough,” Natasha says breathlessly, skin shining with a sheen of fresh sweat. She locks eyes with you, hair tousled and lips curled into an adoring smile.

“Okay, fine,” you mutter your acquiescence, both of you knowing that statement wouldn’t hold up for long. “...Give me a minute, then I’ll clean up. You need some water, baby?”

Natasha lets out a pleased hum, snuggling into your chest.

She kisses your left boob affectionately, as you groan with sensitivity, playfully swatting at her arm. “No need. Just want you.”

“You have me,” you respond softly, running a hand through the brown locks of your wife’s hair, flattening it out with gentle strokes. “You always will.”

so that's chapter one of 'home is where the heart is!' i personally choose to believe pepper straps tony down every night. what are your thought on the kids?? mommy!nat?? butch!reader?? the incorporation of the texts?? there's so much feedback i require tbh

reblog or no more milf!nat

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[romanoffsbish]

Discovering Paradise

Natasha Romanoff x F!R

Request | Sapphic best friends wrapped up in a familiar warm embrace, who knows, they might even kiss… | WC: 1,336

18+ | Minors DNI

Warnings: Idiots in Love

Smut: Dry Humping (Non-Con) | Wet Dream (R) | Mommy (N) | Hinted at Fingering / Oral

A soft blue light cast out into the otherwise dark living room of your shared apartment; Natasha watched your face in anticipation as an action packed scene broke off on the screen. You didn't even flinch, but had you been awake you would have buried yourself in her to hide from the bloody mess and to her that was amusing.

Natasha snorted softly at the recollection, then she settled down with her arms crossed on your chest, chin propped up to observe you over the film. This was the woman's favorite thing to do, movie nights where you never failed to pass out by the second film. Leaving her the time to appreciate your beauty and it not be weird.

——

Whenever you catch her staring, which is rarely, you always gave her a dopey smile and cluelessly teased her about the crush she very well did have. For Christ sake here she was lying on top of you, but you’d failed to get it and it was never clear to the trained spy if the look of adoration in your eyes was platonic or romantic.

Poor woman was head over heels for you and all she could do was to pine in the quiet moments like this.

Then you broke her trance as you whimpered softly, “Natasha,” and her eyes were wide and moving up. Natasha shifted ever so slightly, trying to see if your eyes were open now, but something about the way her hips moved made you moan loudly in your sleep.

“Oh,” she realized what was going on, her cheeks flushed red and her irises blew. You were best friends, but deep down it was clearly more than that, because what 'best friends' sleep with their fronts pressed together, in the tiniest sleep shorts and whimper their names and moan like that at the softest of touches.

Only the ones with a sapphic prophecy to fulfill...

"Fuck," Natasha groaned her frustrations, her core now alit with a throbbing need, one you seemingly share. The redhead rubbed her face against the exposed side of your neck and swiveled her hips more noticeably.

Once again she was rewarded with a moan, alongside a subtle twitch of your own hips. Natasha paused, pulling away to see your scrunched up expression.

"What are you dreaming of detka?" Natasha posed the question that couldn't yet be answered. "Is it me?" She continued to firmly press her covered pussy to yours, "Fuck, I really hope it is detka, I-I need this so badly."

With the sudden urge to cross the line and make you hers, well, the humping intensified; to a point where you were both far too wet to consider this encounter dry anymore. The intense course of pleasure that rolled through your body woke you with a frightened moan.

"Natty?"

The redhead practically squealed, your sleepy voice was too attractive and it made her entire body quake. "Good morning sweetheart," she husked against the shell of your ear, her wet tongue flicked over the warm skin and you whimpered so deliciously that she nearly came. “You were begging mommy in your sleep…”

Natasha chuckled as you whined, your hips now moving in sync with hers as your orgasms built. It was clear she had more to say, so before she could continue teasing you, you turned your head and sloppily kissed her lips, catching her off guard; rendering her silent as she met your eagerness with her own intensity.

In a matter of seconds she took total control of the kiss that had sent her heart and mind racing. It was exhilarating finally being able to taste and feel you. Knowing that you were not upset but eager to continue this made Natasha stutter in her movements, it was hard for her not to use her fingers on you instead but she knew you were both so close and it would be even hotter if you finished with her bare minimum touch.

To keep herself from giving into her urge Natasha's strong hands fell to your hips, and with the strength of a superhero she flipped your positions, using the moment of shock to slip her tongue into your agape mouth. All the while her firm hands began to help you roll your hips in sync with the way she jutted upwards.

"That's it detka," she murmured against the skin of your throat, you were now panting, breasts heaving against the redhead’s chiseled jaw with every breath you took in. The shuddered release against her cheek with every press of your throbbing core to hers.

“I-I’m clo—.” Natasha cut you off with a breathtaking kiss, she was in the same position as you but for some reason she just craved the simple intimacy to bring her to the edge. “Let go detka, come with mommy.” It was like a landslide the way that you fell over the edge with your roommates command, the abrupt release as you felt the entirety of your body tingle with pleasure.

The way you moaned against her cheek and wet her abdomen through your shorts made the redhead feel a returned stamina but she could tell you needed to rest so she guided your lips to hers for a kiss, just in case this moment was a once off test of chemistry for you.

For now Natasha would hold you close, and pretend that there’s nothing to figure out now. It was once she felt your lips lose their fight that she guided your face into her neck. “Mommy will take care of you, but first you need to rest..." You were lost in your head, unsure of the care she promised, but you unconsciously smiled against her skin at her soft attempt at reassurance.

Thoughts aimlessly swirled around your head while you steadily came down from your orgasm: ‘does she love really me too? — of course she does idiot’; ‘do I tell her? — who knew that dreams really did come true.’

As the haze faded one major thought remained, and it was that you wanted an entire life with Natasha. Not just one wet dream inspired encounter, it would break your heart but you also respected your friendship...

No matter what though, you knew you'd be okay, which is why you broke the metaphorical silence.

"We should probably talk," you chuckled against her neck and you felt the rumbling of her own laughter. "Or we can just finish the movie, take a nap, then I'll take you out to dinner then return to have dessert..."

You, begrudgingly, pulled back from the warmth to catch the look in her eyes. The resentment faded when you saw a deep, genuine swirl of affection in her eyes that was paired perfectly with a natural smirk. It was clear she was patiently waiting for your reply but it was delayed by your need to simply admire her beauty.

The freckles on her face had just begun to pop with the increased sunshine and they looked so pretty alongside her blush. The blush that the steamy sex with your best friend caused. It was unreal that you witnessed the reason for never harboring feelings. Because, yes, Natasha was always going to hold that title, it was never a question, but she's not limited to it either, and she's always been a self-proclaimed a jack of all trades.

So, if she was to be the love of your life you’d hoped she wouldn’t mind and would accept the offer with joy.

When her lips turned into a frown you leaned in to peck them briefly before nuzzling back into her neck where you left a smattering of lazy kisses. "I could use a nap."

Natasha pinched your hips playfully but it was all in good fun because she knew your teasing well enough. Her lips softly pressed to your temple before she shut the TV off and let the sound of your calmed breathing ease her into the best sleep she has ever gotten.

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