#miyeon imagines

[ourdadai]

Ooi vidoca !!vse poderia fazer loockscreen da miyeon do gidle por favorzito?agradeço !

miyeon [ g idle ] lockscreens ♡

[ryulvrs]

Idk how to request os it doesn't sound rude😭 (i'm sorry) but can you do miyeon g!p x fem!reader (like jealous miyeon bc reader was flirting with yuqi and talking dirty with minnie, then miyeon heard and just putted her in her place iygwim) if you don't wanna do this just ignore it please

just mine (miyeon, smut)

summary: miyeon takes your flirtatious jokes with her friends seriously and puts you in your place

warnings: dom!gp!miyeon, sub!f!reader, praise, breeding kink, jealousy, degradation, mirror sex, slight choking kink, a lot of dirty talk

word count: 1.3k

a/n: not much to say, just a lot of filthy miyeon 😭

“you did well today,” your lips temptingly released, with the lipgloss sticking them together.

“hm? with the stage?” yuqi turned her head at you, and almost instantaneously her air felt heated and her breath hitched. you nod, awaiting her response.

“thank you, y/n,” she smirked with just the corners of her lips.

“no need,” you conciously moved your hand to rest on her shoulder for just enough time that she’d think about it. long enough that she’d think about you.

“is miyeon still here?” she asks you, and you both can guess why.

“shes in the next room, are you going home soon?” this is true, miyeon is in the next room. actually, in the next room with the door open giving her a loud and clear audio of everything happening.

“who knows, you could come,” she smirks but laughs it off. as you open your mouth to respond, your head follows minnie who just came out of another connecting entrance.

“hi y/n,” she says, smiling all cutesy.

“hii minnie,” your voice does that thing where it lingers for an unnecessary amount of time. you look her up and down, noticing her obvious pulchritude immediately.

she chuckles, noticing your silence. “cat got your tongue?” she teases. your initial instinct is to make some corny joke about her tongue but you resist in attempt to look cool.

its obvious to everyone in the room that theres some sort of tension, even if its awkward and slightly cliche at times.

“you both look too good, if miyeon wasn’t a room over who knows what i’d be doing right now,” you remark with a devilish smile plastered on your face. you earn a laugh out of them both, but you can tell they undoubtedly agree.

“probably us,” yuqi says under her breath, but you catch it and just giggle. the laughs wouldn’t last much longer although, because the feeling of an unrecognized hand inching onto your waist shuts you up quickly.

your body jinks, to be met by your girlfriend’s uptight stature. “hey miyeon! ready to-“ she cuts you off my taking your hand and urging you to the car.

no words left her mouth the entire car ride, just silence between the both of you. you know what you did though, you were fully aware she would hear all of it too. even better, you loved how jealous she got.

it felt as if your arm was going to fall off when she forcefully dragged you into your shared apartment. she locked eyes with you, with her aggressive yet charming demeanor taking over her completely.

“anything to say?” she spits. there is nothing to say, you just flirted with her friends and did it to make her jealous, because shes beyond hot like this. so, you just shake your head.

“do you want to fuck them, y/n?” she outright states. obviously, taken aback, you stutter over yourself at the claim made.

“what- what the fuck miyeon?” you can’t help but slightly shout at her, even if you know theres reason behind her anger. she scoffs and laughs to control the situation. “i wasn’t actually flirting, baby, i thought you could tell that?” you say.

“oh yeah?” she looks down but she was still very upset.

“yes,” you practically beg. she steps a bit closer to you, but her face doesnt change or drop.

“you’re such a slut, y/n,” she looks you up and down, finally focusing her eyes on yours with her head tilted a little. you wince a little, in pain from biting down on your tongue.

she places her hands on the back of your head, rubbing on your hair adding to the tension between you. her lips pressed just on the edges of yours. you lean, falling deeper into the temptation. her tongue sliding just enough out that you would feel it.

“you’re mine, okay?” she pulls away. “im gonna make you feel it.” her kiss travels you both into a utopia even if you could feel her anger traveling through her bites.

her arms moving from your head to your hands, pulling you whilst holding the kiss into your room. the romantic gestures don’t last long however, as she practically throws you onto the bed.

“strip for me,” she hisses. you do as she asks, and reveal your curved body to her. she undos her clothes along with you, and lets only a second pass before pouncing onto you.

“im gonna fuck you better than they ever could” she grunts. she slaps her cock against the folds of your entrance, exposed to her touch and the air.

you feel her hands spread your legs just a bit farther apart, enough for her to pound into you. the tip of it pushes your edges, coating itself in your liquids.

“so wet? aren’t you easy,” she smirks at you pushing into your pussy. with a wicked grin, she leans forward rubbing your bodies together. her free hand flicks at your cunt putting your wetness on the head of her dick.

youre core cries out for her touch, and she thrusts her length in to please you. you grip onto her, almost as if you’re pulling her in from desperation.

“you’re going to take it, princess, ‘kay?” with a firm hand, she moves your face up to look at her, like shes trying to ingrain her words into you. “come on, tell me,” her grasp on your chin drags lower, as she tightens it around your neck.

“i promise, i’ll take it,” you squeeze your eyes shut and your lower body quivers, dragging her in farther. “please,” you whisper, digging your nails farther into her back.

she writes her smirk into her hip movement, and she rams her dick into you. this time, she moves in and out of you at a consistent pace.

every hit on your pussy leads your cum to squirt out. she quickens her pace, noticing this, and dips her finger into your sweet nectar, licking it off.

“what a pretty pussy, im gonna breed you y/n,” she sucks the end of her fingers before slapping them gently on your clit, pushing them in the little space next to her cock.

“take it, suck me in, pretty girl,” her praise causes you to moan loudly, unlike anything miyeon has heard from you before.

this only makes her needier to cum inside of you, so she takes your hips and steadies you, and picks you up to have you facing the mirror beside your bed. your ass towards her, and her cock still pushing into you, as you both look at your body in the mirror.

“see, you are so slutty, look at you,” she pounds into you with her fingertips roaming your legs and hips. “i’ll breed your pussy so you really know you’re mine,” she moans into your ear.

miyeon leans back, making you do all the work of riding her length. the sound of skin clapping against each other, bouncing on her, liquids meshing and moans filling the room.

“my good girl,” she grunts into your ear, stabilizing your body once more.

“n-need your cum,” you moan for her. she smirks and you can feel the increasing heat down your neck.

both of your bodies tense up, and the movements become more erratic. you breathing hitches, and miyeon swallows down groans. the sensation between you two is intense and overwhelming yet a type of pleasure only she could make you feel.

her liquids spill into you, making you truly hers. “mmm so good,” she sighs, pulling out of you gently treating your body as her temple. her lips make their way down your neck and back lovingly, as a way of showing gratitude.

“im yours, miyeon, i promise,” you turn around to her, and lay one more kiss for her, and she returns it with a smile.

“just mine.”

[koaluark]

✿゙ ⠀ miyeon ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᘍ   (g)I-DLE   ᘊ

[h1keyready]

thinking abt making out with miyeon drives me insane😵‍💫😵‍💫 her going from all princess lady like to just being so desperate to make out

♡ (G)I-DLE MIYEON x gn!reader ♡ suggestive: making out

Both of you are sitting on the couch and Miyeon has a perfect posture even when you cup her cheek and lean in to kiss her. It's a short kiss but one that lingers when you pull away and leaves her craving for more.

When you dive back in for more, she's just relieved, closes her eyes and enjoys the way your lips move together. After the third kiss, she can't be bothered to keep count, all she cares about is the way you taste and the way you feel.

She wants more.

The next time you pull away, you see her leaning closer to you and the way her whine sounds lets you know exactly what she wants. And who are you to deny her? Your lips lock again and she readily lets your tongue meet hers. Her hands are now grasping at your clothes as soft moans escape from her throat, and by the time you need to part for air, you find her sitting in your lap, straddling you.

She only lets you take a short breath before she's kissing you again and whines when you don't immediately part your lips for her tongue. She kisses you in a desperate, demanding way, with her hands wrapped around your neck to keep you in place and her body pressed flush against yours. Your head feels dizzy and your body feels like it's on fire but you don't mind, you are happy to give her all that she wants.

[wontune]

Miyeon ☆ lockscreens ( g idle )

[woliefairr]

❀𝆬 g-idle ( miyeon ) lockscreens.

✩ – se pegar : curta, siga & reblogue !!

[miyseung]

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒

summary: you and miyeon had been best friends since the age that the both of you could walk. in all that time, you developed a HUGE crush on her, but you didn’t know if it was mutual and didn’t want to risk your friendship...until you found out she was leaving.

genre: fluff

includes: childhood friends to lovers, kissing, slight angst if you squint, best friends to lovers, a tad bit of dirty humor, reader calls Miyeon ‘Mi’, Miyeon calls reader ‘my sweet Y/N’

pairing: bsf! miyeon x fem! reader

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is my first work on this site, hope it’s as enjoyable to read as it was to write!

PAST

You ran down the dirt path that led to a little clearing in a field of daisies. Sitting on your usual picnic blanket, was your best friend since childhood, Cho Miyeon. You finally reached her, and you let your hands rest on your knees as you try to catch your breath. She looked at you in this state with a slight grin, and you were anticipat-

“Did I take your breath away now?”

“Mi, you’re too narcissistic.”

But then again, she was right.

Every time you saw her, everything else seemed to disappear. You got this rush of adrenaline, these butterflies, this feeling you could get with no one else. To say that it was just a minor crush would be lying. She was the only one who mattered, you felt, and to some extent, it wasn’t just a delusion, it was true.

“Y/N, Y/N! I have an idea!”

“Go on.”

“What if we make daisy chains?”

“Well…I’m not the most talented at that.”

“It’s fine. I’ll make them for us.”

“You sure? I’d feel bad letting you do everything.”

She turned to face you, her grin shifting into a small smile.

“I’ve already told you, Y/N. I’d do anything for you. I’d move mountains for you, if I had to.”

“Do it then. Let me see if your cheesy ass would actually move a mountain.”

“Y/N! You’re ruining the sentiment!”

You chuckled as Miyeon started pouting.

“Sorry, sorry.”

She got up and went to pick daisies, and you promptly followed her. Together, you looked for the best, whitest daisies. She took the flowers and spread them over the picnic blanket before starting to make daisy chains. You watched intently, her fingers made quick work and in almost no time, she finished two pretty chains, one for her and one for you. 

“Are these good?”

“No. They’re amazing.”

“Mmm? Who’s being cheesy now?”

“I’m being truthful. There’s a difference.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure.”

She glanced around the field, breathing in a bit, before spotting two dandelions.

“Y/N, do you want to make a wish on a dandelion?”

“It’s just a silly superstition, Mi.”

“You never know!”

You shook your head in defeat. Miyeon’s enthusiasm was too contagious, and you couldn’t say no.

“Fine. Only because you said so.”

She grinned excitedly at you. She took both of the dandelions and carefully handed one to you, making sure that the feathery bits didn’t fly away yet.

“Y/N, did you know that the bits that fly away are called pappus?”

“That’s…interesting?”

“Right? Until now I always used to call them flying or feathery bits.”

“I know.”

You looked at each other and chuckled. Miyeon looked at the dandelion in her hand, and spun it around slightly. 

“Mi, what’s your wish?”

She looked at you with wide eyes.

“Y/N, you’re not supposed to tell your wish! That would ruin the magic and the wish won’t come true!”

You scratched your head in confusion. “What…? Isn’t that for birthdays?” “It applies to dandelion wishing too.”

“Curiosity killed the cat then, if you really can’t tell me.”

Miyeon turned to face you again, and she lightly booped your nose with her finger.

“But satisfaction brought it back. I’ll tell you my wish…when it comes true.”

You whined in annoyance.

“Oh come on! That could easily be never!”

She laughed a little at you.

“Fine. In ten years?”

“We could be dead by then!”

“Five years. That’s the minimum.”

She had a serious look on her face and you knew that there was no budging from there. You sighed in defeat.

“No other compromise I can get, huh?” “Nope.”

You stared into her eyes a little longer than best friends would, but neither of you realized it. A lot of things were normal between you both. She turned back to her dandelion. “Y/N, let’s blow the dandelions? They might fly away otherwise.”

“Sure, that’s better than a blowjob.”

Her head whipped to look at you again. Her glossy back hair flopping around her face.

“Y/N. Y/N, that was extremely out of pocket, you unholy little prick.”

She smacked your forehead, leaving a slightly red mark where she hit you.

“Ouch! That was unnecessary!”

“It’s unnecessary just like what you said, my sweet Y/N!”

You blushed a little, which was noticed by her. She presumed that it was because you were embarrassed. No, you were blushing because of the last three words she said.

‘My sweet Y/N.’

Oh, how you wished to be exactly that.

“Alright, no more delays. Let’s blow them together on the count of three.”

“Whatever you say.”

“Three…two…one!”

You blew on the dandelions at the same time, and watched as the pappus flew away delicately in the gentle breeze.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Not as beautiful as you, Y/N."

You blushed yet again. She poked your cheek and smiled brightly.

“Mi! You can’t just flirt like that!”

“Why not? Can’t I do anything with my Y/N?”

“Anything?”

“Y/N! Why are you this-”

“This what? Amazing? Spectacular?”

“Unholy.”

You grinned at her, before nudging her shoulder.

“That’s why you love me.”

Little did you know, she very much did.

6 MONTHS LATER

Miyeon had called you to the daisy field again. It was usual for you to meet up there from time to time, at least every month, but she seemed to be a bit more serious about this now. She stood at your usual spot, but there were no dandelions this time around. She was facing your direction, arms behind her back, lips pursed together. When she saw you, she smiled, but it looked forced and almost…sad. You immediately knew something was wrong. You went up to her and stood in front of the girl on the soft, squishy ground. Your eyes met hers and you frowned slightly.

“Mi, what’s bothering you?”

She sighed, and you could feel your heart sink a little. Miyeon was usually so bubbly and cheerful,  and you had rarely seen her glum or sad in all the years you knew her.

“Y/N, I…I’m moving.”

You stared into her almond eyes, blinking thrice before registering her statement.

Moving.

“Wait, wait- moving as in moving house or…?”

“Moving states. I’m moving to Seoul, and it’s pretty far from here…”

“So I can’t see you again? When are you going? Please tell me you have at least a month or so left? We-we had so many plans Mi-“

She placed her finger on your lips, cutting you off.

“Y/N, I’m going next week. This…might as well be our last meeting, because I’ll be too busy packing and running errands…you get the gist.”

She stared at you hesitantly, waiting for your reaction.

“When- when- are you coming back?”

“I-I really don’t know.” 

Her voice sounded small and broken. You stared at her in disbelief.

“You’re going for like- forever in a week, and you only care to tell me now?! Why couldn’t you tell me earlier? We could’ve done so much if I knew we had a time limit of sorts! Why, Mi? Why?”

She placed one of her hands on your shoulders, steadying you.

“I’m so, so, so sorry Y/N, but honestly? You’d be too sentimental about it. Every time we’d meet up, I can see you reminding me about the ‘dreaded day’, and I don’t want that. Do you see my point, my Y/N?”

You stayed silent for a while, before letting out a heavy breath and nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, I see your point, Mi. I get it. I just- I’ll miss you so much, I-I don’t even know where to start. It’s hard, really hard to imagine this place without you. All our usual places, this daisy field…it’ll all feel so empty.”

She wrapped her arms around you, enveloping you in a warm, comforting hug. You hugged her back as you buried your head in her shoulder. There was silence for a while before you heard a few sniffles from her.

“I-I’ll miss you too, Y/N. Dearly. More than you could ever imagine. Like- it’s too hard to put in words…but it feels like I’m losing my world.

“Mi…”

You trailed off, fearing that your voice would crack if you spoke anymore and you’d let the floodgates open. You were doing your best to remain composed and to keep your shit together.

“I know, Y/N. I know. I’ll miss you. I feel guilty about everything we haven’t done yet, but I am deeply, truly grateful for all the memories we made together, even if they were bad ones.”

As she spoke, you mentally kicked yourself for not confessing to her. You weren’t in the mindset to do it now, and there would be no opportunities later. Now, you’d have to live possibly the rest of your life without knowing whether she felt the same way. Damn it, you were such a coward.

She suddenly pulled away and hid her hands behind her back again.

“Y/N, I have a little something for you. It’s not much, but I hope you like it.”

She brought her arms in front of her, revealing a baby pink rose in full bloom.

“So that’s what was poking my back. Boom, mystery solved.”

“Hey, say something about my gift! Don’t you like it?”

You stared at her with a serious face.

“No, I don’t.”

Her face fell and her insides twisted around a bit until she saw your own face break into a sweet smile.

“I love it.”

She gave it to you in relieved happiness.

“Thank God. It took me a while to find it.”

You twirled it around in your hand, careful not to prick yourself on the thorns.

“You know something Y/N?”

“No, I don’t.”

You replied back simply, not taking your eyes off the rose.

“Well, let me tell you. To me, you’re like a rose among the daisies.”

This remark made you look at her face in utter confusion.

“What does that mean?”

“Just like this rose, you have beautiful petals and sharp thorns, yet I love it all the same. 

This rose is unique among all these daisies, and it stands out. You’re just like that. In this world, you stand out to me, and you’re extremely special to my heart.”

You stood there in shock, heat rushing up to your cheeks.

“Miyeon, I- that’s so…poetic of you.”

“I know right? I should become a poet!”

You rolled your eyes in playful annoyance.

“Sure, sure. Remember me when you’re famous.”

She held your free hand in hers.

“Y/N, I could never forget you.”

Her eyes welled up with tears.

“Just- just please. Promise me you’ll do the same.”

You smiled sadly at her.

“That’s a promise I can keep very easily.”

PRESENT

You were walking in the old, familiar daisy field. It felt so empty and dull without Miyeon. It just didn’t feel the way it used to.

You had bought a new, similar pink rose when the one Miyeon got you tried out. After that, it became necessary for you to replace the rose whenever it wilted. You didn’t have to, of course, but you wanted to keep that memory of her alive. Not like it was possible for you to forget her, considering that she made such a big impact on your life, but still.

As if it was muscle memory, your feet instinctively walked to the nostalgic clearing, expecting no one else there. Your expectations were wrong, and you saw a stunning, drop dead gorgeous blonde woman sitting on a rather familiar picnic blanket. You took a glance at the woman’s face as her eyes were closed. You could connect her to someone very fresh in your memory, and your stomach started doing somersaults. 

You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but it was worth a shot.

“Mi…yeon? Cho Miyeon?”

Her eyes shot open at her name being called, before widening at seeing your face. She got up and ran over to you to hug you tightly, as if she never wanted to let you go.

“Y/N! My Y/N!”

You wrapped your arms around her as well, rocking her from side to side slightly.

“Yeah, your Y/N. When did you get back?”

She moved back before she rested her hands on your shoulders.

“Just yesterday, actually. I was planning on going over to your house to see you again, but 

oh, you’re already here, standing in front of me! This- it’s such a wonderful- maybe coincidental, but wonderful nonetheless- surprise!”

“Mi, you’ve only gotten prettier. Like- I was star-struck seeing you.”

Her cheeks turned red as she smiled shyly at you. The old nickname made her feel safe 

and warm, as if she was returning to her home after years.

Technically, that was exactly what was happening.

“Come on, let’s sit down.”

She went and sat down on the picnic blanket, and patted the spot next to her. You sat 

there, and looked at the blanket curiously.

“You still have this?”

“Yep. It’s not in bad condition, why throw it?”

“Makes sense.”

You both started chatting animatedly, catching up on all the drama and events that happened to both of you during the years you were apart. After a while, you simply sat next to each other, staring at the setting sun and the sky, which was all hues of pinks, blues, oranges and yellows, as if a giant paintbrush had been jiggled into a jar of water. Miyeon’s right hand suddenly held your left hand, and you squeezed it a little, smiling to yourself.

The setting was perfect, almost romantic. A sudden surge of confidence rushed through you, and at that moment, you knew what you had to do. This bravery wouldn’t come back so easily, and it was now or never.

You turned to the girl next to you.

“Hey, Mi? I have something to confess…”

She turned to face you.

“Hm? What is it, Y/N?”

You took a deep breath, trying to relax. You didn’t have to be scared. Even if she did reject you, she’d be sweet about it and would help you until you got over her. Only question was, would you be able to handle it?

“I…I have a crush on you. I’ve had it for a really long time, and it hadn’t diminished one bit while you were gone. If anything, it got stronger…”

She seemed to be frozen in place, and you were already regretting it.

“I’m sorry for doing this so-“

“Don’t be.”

You were confused.

“Why?”

“Because…I feel the same.”

Your eyes lit up.

“Really? Like- actually?”

“Really.”

You smiled at each other lovingly, lost in the moment, lost in each other. She suddenly decided to break the silence.

“Y/N, you might not remember, but…there was this one day where we both made a wish on a dandelion.”

You had that day picture perfect in your memory.

“I remember. Hey- it’s been more than five years…now you should tell me!”

“Yeah, I was going to do that. On one condition though.”

“What is it?”

“You tell me your wish too!”

You nodded in agreement, before smiling shyly at her.

“Well, my wish was to one day be able to confess to you, Mi.”

“Mine was for you to love me back.”

You stared at her, mouth agape.

“See, this wishing in a dandelion thing isn’t bogus; it works!”

“Well-“

You spoke up in protest, but you really didn’t want to have a silly little argument right now.

“Y/N…this is- you are all my dreams come true.”

She stroked your hair gently with her left hand, her right one still holding your left.

“Mi, I hope that in all alternative universes and next lives, I find you.”

You both let your foreheads touch as her arm wrapped around your waist. She whispered to you, her breath soft on your face.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Miyeon.”

“Can I- Can I kiss you?”

You blinked twice, considering what she said.

“Yes…yes you can.”

Her right arm was around your waist, as she used her left hand to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Her hand moved gently, leaving a featherlight touch. It rested on your cheek, and she stroked it gently. You smiled at each other, before she leaned in and closed the gap.

It was perfect.

Her lips were soft and sweet, and those few moments felt like heaven. She pulled away after a while, looking at you nervously.

“How was it?”

“Mi, that was- perfect. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

She giggled before speaking again.

“I got you a gift.”

It was another pink rose, almost the same as the ones you bought. She gave it to you, her eyes shining.

“To think that the last time you did this was years ago…Mi, you’re an angel. You- scratch that, you’re my paradise. My own paradise, especially every time I look into those angel eyes.

She blushed heavily. “And Y/N, you…you’re my rose among the daisies.

[puortflies]

୨୧꯭ miyeon [ gidle ] lockscreens

[heyniniy]

୨୧ ࣪ 𓈒 miyeon - gidle lockscreens

[tzuyusluv]

❥ Soft Things (G)I-DLE Does

Miyeon

• Calls you prince(ss)/royalty to her Princess Miyeon

• Visiting her on her sets and her giving you the biggest hugs

Minnie

• Sings to you when you can’t sleep

• Stares at you adoringly with a smile on her face

Soyeon

• Lets you into her studio when she’s creating the next comeback

• Sometimes, she might take one of your ideas and make it into a concept

Yuqi

• Sometimes she’ll give you a foot massage

• Doing funny impressions with her deep voice to make you laugh

Shuhua

• Teaches you her culture while learning about yours

• Calling you her last love because she wants to stay with you forever <3

[sosofiaplay]

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𔘓 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

��ᥛ᤺ 𝆬 🗣 ⠀๋᤻⠀⠀ ๋ ׅ ♡ 𝗅ꪱ꯭𝗄ᥱ 𝗈𝗋 𝗋ᥱ𝖻꯭𝗅𝗈𝗀 ֵ𓆩⠀ ͜🍷 ⃝⋕֓֓⠀ ๋

[ourdadai]

g idle [ miyeon ] lockscreens ♡

[toruyak-ki]

☆ miyeon ( g idle ) lockscreens !

[koaluark]

miyeon ✿𝆬 (G)I-DLE

[h1keyready]

Assuming miyeon is a pillow princess and she proves you wrong

♡ (G)I-DLE MIYEON x afab!reader ♡ smut: breast play, fingering (reader receiving)

"Did my precious pillow princess enjoy herself?" You press a kiss to Miyeon's lips, your mouth still tainted with her fluids.

Your question is innocent enough, you really hope you succeeded in making her feel good. However, what comes as a reply is a glare and a slightly offended whine, "I'm not a pillow princess!"

This comes as a surprise to you because even though you haven't had sex many times yet, Miyeon seemed like the type to just lay back and expect you to do all the work.

"Oh?" you question, not quite believing her.

On the other hand, Miyeon's eyes turn determined and the next moment, you feel your positions shift and your back hits the mattress. Her hands have your wrists pinned next to your head and her knee is between your legs, pressing against your core.

You stare up at her with wide eyes and she flashes you a grin that promises no good. "I think it's my turn now."

You only have time to gulp before her lips are on your neck, leaving messy kisses all the way down to the spot between your breasts. Her mouth leaves your skin here, only to hover over one of your boobs and lick at your nipple. A shiver is immediate and you find yourself moaning as her tongue keeps teasing you.

"Miyeon," you sigh her name when her lips wrap around your sensitive bud and she starts sucking on it. She only hums as a reply and keeps working her mouth and tongue on you.

It's an involuntary reaction when your hips start bucking against her tigh pressed between yours, and you only get more desperate as she moves on to treat your other side with just as much attention and care. You find yourself grinding against her thigh and moaning while she licks and sucks on your breasts, feeling like all your assumptions about her were completely wrong.

"Do you want to cum now, baby?" Her question sounds like a heavenly offer, and your voice comes out as a weak whine when you reply, "Yes… please, yes."

Miyeon smiles down at you and releases your hands, though at this point, you don't have any mind to use them. Her fingers easily slip inside your hole and it only takes a few thrusts for you to clench around them and come undone.

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request: Student!Miyeon’s reaction to reader needing to kiss her but is in front of her professor father

pairings: Miyeon x reader

genre: light and fluffy sexual tension

warnings: embarrassing situations, pretty bold reader character lol

It wasn’t the first time you had been here. You hung out with Miyeon in the science building after hours all the time. Sometimes, the two of you just sat together and listened to music. Sometimes you cuddled and told each other embarrassing stories from your past.

Sometimes... you did other things.

This was one of those nights. The reason why you were even able to get into the building at all was because her father was a professor at the university the two of you went to. Which meant Miyeon could get into the science building because that was where her father worked. It was a little risky sometimes, sure, but that was part of the fun.

You loved getting Miyeon all worked up and then watching her try to convince herself to stop. She never could. The two of you were too wrapped up in each other for that.

And tonight, the two of you were really wrapped up in each other. Your hands were all over Miyeon, pulling her closer and closer to you as you kissed her. You had always wanted to make out with her on top of one of the lab tables. There was something sexy to you about tasting Miyeon on top of one of the tables that--just a few hours ago--she had been working hard at.

She had always resisted before, but tonight, she hadn’t been able to. And so you had lifted her up and pushed her back onto the table, and she hadn’t even tried to stop you. All she had done was moan as your tongue met hers and your hands slipped under her shirt, feeling her soft, smooth skin.

“Wait,” she said, pulling away, breathless from the kiss.

You did as she asked, as always. “What is it?”

She shook her head. “We shouldn’t be... not here. Someone might walk in. My dad...”

Your heart was still pounding and you longed to taste her lips again. Those perfectly shaped lips... “No one is going to see us. No one even knows we’re here. Come here, Miyeon...”

You didn’t have to say more than that. She melted back into your arms, and your mouths met yet again for another kiss. And for a moment, Miyeon was the only thing that existed. You couldn’t believe that she really wore that skirt--but you knew she wore it just because you liked it so much. The skirt that showed off her carefully toned legs, the skirt that didn’t do much to cover her thighs. And her blouse, strategically buttoned just so that you could slip a hand in when no one was looking...

Now you felt yourself moan into her mouth. You needed her. You needed every inch of her. Every bit of her. You wanted to taste her, to make her--

And that was the moment when the two of you heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

Miyeon jumped away from you so fast that she nearly fell off the table, and you had to reach out and steady her so that she could safely get down. She hastily rebuttoned the few buttons you had undone, and tucked her shirt into her skirt as neatly as she could. It wasn’t that either of you would get in trouble for being here, but she had been right about getting caught with each other like that. It just wasn’t a good idea.

Judging by the sound of the footsteps, you only had a few more seconds before whoever it was came into the room. Miyeon crashed into a chair, almost falling out of it, before balancing and pulling a book out of her bag that had long since been discarded to the ground. You hopped up onto the table, hoping to be able to fool the person who was coming into thinking that you had both been studying.

The door opened almost immediately after you got on the table. When you saw who it was, your heart dropped.

Miyeon had been right. It was her father. “Oh!” he said, sounding surprised. “I didn’t expect to see you two here. You’re studying?”

Miyeon nodded mutely, her eyes wide.

Her father walked into the room and made his way to the front, where the professor’s desk was. “Forgot something here,” he said. “One of my classes was in this room today, and I left something behind. Stupid of me.”

He was bent down with his back to you, which meant he wasn’t looking. You glanced down at Miyeon, who had stood up when her father had walked in. Since she was standing, she was almost eye level with you, even though you were seated on the table. Her lips were right there... just a few inches away.

One kiss. Her father would never know. He was too busy looking for something. You reached out a hand and lifted Miyeon’s chin with one finger. She looked at you with huge eyes and her face flushed red. She shook her head silently, not wanting to say anything.

One kiss, you mouthed, winking at her.

Miyeon blushed even harder. She was more red than you had ever seen her before, mostly because you could tell that she wanted to kiss you. But she was also terrified of being seen.

You moved closer to her. There was only a few inches separating the two of you. You could smell her sweet perfume. Your eyes lingered on her lips.

She pulled away and shook her head again, blinking fast and looking impossibly flustered. It was unlike her to be so taken aback. That was exactly why you liked doing it.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of her father closing a desk drawer. “There it is,” he said.

You turned around as fast as you could without raising suspicion. “Oh, good, sir,” you said. “I’m glad you found it.”

He nodded absentmindedly, then started making his way to the door again. “Make sure you lock up when you’re done studying, alright? They won’t be happy with me if there’s a break-in because my daughter didn’t close the door right.”

“O-okay,” said Miyeon in a shaky voice. “Bye, dad!”

He waved and closed the door behind him, leaving you and Miyeon alone once again.

Miyeon glared. “What was that?”

“Kiss me,” you said innocently.

Miyeon folded her arms in a huff. “No. I most certainly will not.”

You hopped off the table and stood in front of her. Right in front of her. Even closer than before.

“Really?” you asked with a smirk.

The flush hadn’t faded from Miyeon’s cheeks. You could already tell that she was starting to breath hard again.

“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Why are you like this?”

You looped your arms around her neck and pulled yourself so close your noses were practically touching. “Because you make me crazy,” you answered. “Now kiss me like you mean it.”

This time, she didn’t argue.