#im nayeon imagines

[justalonelybitch]

Marry Me

Nayeon x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: secret relationship, slightly jealous nayeon, smol angst, bittersweetish ending

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Nayeon unnie!” You called out in a sing-song voice upon bursting through her door. The oldest member of Twice felt the faintest of smiles creeping onto her lips at the sound of your voice. “I’m on live,” she informed, subtly shifting her phone to ensure you were out of view. “Oh, hello everyone!” You exclaimed cheerily, plopping down on the bed in front of her. Nayeon peered over her phone curiously, her smile growing when you ruffled through your bag only to pull out her favourite snack with a proud smile. “Look what Y/n bought for me,” Nayeon held up the snacks to the camera.

“They want to see you,” the brunette spoke, eyes scanning the rapidly flowing comments that flooded her screen. “Sorry once’s, but I look super ugly right now,” you uttered apologetically. “She’s lying,” Nayeon tsked after sparing you a glance, a chuckle escaping her lips when you winked at her. “Now she's flirting with me,” Nayeon narrated for the viewers, shaking her head in amusement when you began crawling towards, a mischievous grin adorning your lips. She huffed when you dropped yourself onto her legs, head resting comfortably on her lap, just out of sight. Her free hand moved with a mind of its own, fingers combing through your recently dyed hair as she spoke to the camera.

It wasn’t long before you felt the day's exhaustion overcoming you, Nayeon’s hushed voice lulling you into a relaxed state as your eyes began to flutter closed. Your unusual silence almost tricked her into believing you weren't there- that is if it wasn’t for your fingertips tracing gentle patterns on her pyjama clad thigh. “Where’s Y/n? She’s still here,” Nayeon hummed, gaze flickering down to meet your dopey grin. “Unnie, where’s your hoodie?” You questioned suddenly, confusing the older girl. “Why?” She raised her brows, pouting when you lifted yourself off her, clambering to your feet clumsily.

“Because I want to say hi to once’s,” you muttered decidedly, scavenging her room in search of your favourite hoodie to steal. Nayeon lazily raised her free hand, pointing at her closet. You smiled gratefully before spinning on your heel and marching towards her wardrobe eagerly. You hurriedly sift through her clothes, grin widening when your eyes land on the familiar grey oversized hoodie. “Found it!” You announced, unaware of the way her eyes lingered on you from afar, thousands of fans watching as she stared after you softly. She reluctantly pulled her gaze back to her phone as you slipped the hoodie over your head.

“Hi once’s!!” You greeted with a squeal, practically launching yourself into Nayeon’s side. She smiled nonetheless when your elbow collided with her ribs, simply slinging her arm over your shoulder. Her eyes remained on you as you stared ahead at the camera, speaking animatedly to your fans. The ghost of a smile tugged at her lips as she admired your every feature, how cute you looked with her hoodie pulled over your hidden head of newly dyed hair. “Pretty,” she muttered, the words rolling off her tongue with little care for her surroundings. An awkward laugh escaped you as you slapped her shoulder playfully in an attempt to disperse the growing tension left by the silence that followed her remark.

“Y/n marry me,” You read the first comment you could find aloud, expression growing smug as you grinned at the camera. “Take me on a date first,” you responded, smirking proudly to yourself. “No, you can’t!” Nayeon exclaimed, making a show of pulling you closer. “Y/n’s mine!” She yelled protectively, squishing your now very flushed cheeks. Your eyes were blown wide in surprise as you stared at the camera, shock evident on your face. “I think that’s enough for tonight,” you stated after clearing your throat, gently prying Nayeon’s hands from your face. “Goodnight everyone!” You attempted to wrap things up as quickly as possible upon catching sight of the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Goodnight!” Nayeon echoed your words, smiling as you frantically tapped the exit button of the live. You sighed in relief when she finally placed her phone down, eyes narrowing when she grinned cheekily at you. “You’re crazy,” you huffed, your girlfriend’s rambunctious laughter bouncing from the walls. Shaking your head at her antics, you flicked off the lamp on her bedside table that had previously been illuminating the room. “Let’s sleep,” you muttered, hoping the darkness would hide your flustered state. “Suddenly?” She questioned, the two of you slipping under the covers.

“That’s what I came here for in the first place,” you explained, fighting off a yawn as you spoke. That was all it took for Nayeon to loosely wrap her arm around your torso, tugging you closer, your legs tangling with hers beneath the sheets. “Do you think they’ll ever catch on?” You questioned into the darkness, snuggling closer to the older girl. “I hope so, I don’t like it when other people propose to my girlfriend.” Nayeon pouted, feeling your nose nudge her neck. “You’re the only one I’d say yes to anyways,” you confessed, soft breath tickling her smooth skin. “Good.” Nayeon uttered, pleased by your reassurance.

With that the two of you were able to fall into a deep slumber knowing your names were bound to be trending by the time you’d wake up.

~~

Nayeon bounded around the stage with a bright grin, arm linked with Momo’s as the pair relished in cheers of the crowd. Her eyes naturally wandered the stage in search of you as the song began to approach your part. When her chocolate brown orbs that swirled with nothing but adoration landed on you she swore her heart stopped, breath caught in her throat. It didn’t matter how many times she’d had the pleasure of laying her eyes upon your beautiful features, you always left her breathless. The moment your angelic singing infiltrated her ears she melted, eyes softening and smile growing. She could’ve died happily at that moment.

Only the smile was wiped from her lips mere seconds later. She’d made the mistake of following your gaze to a large sign adorned with bold letters in the bustling crowd. ‘Y/n please marry me!’ Nayeon’s forehead creased in a frown as she read the messily scrawled letters, poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue. Her gaze flitted back to you, watching as you blew a flirtatious kiss in the direction of the sign holder before skipping off the other end of the stage. She caught herself beginning to smile as her gaze softened briefly before she recalled that stupid sign holder and their stupid sign.

With a decisive huff, Nayeon detached her arm from Momo’s, ditching the confused Japanese girl in a hurry and striding towards you. The moment she reached you her arms were snaking around your exposed torso, courtesy of your stylist selecting a more revealing shirt for today’s concert. You smiled at the familiar touch, instantly leaning into Nayeon as she side-hugged you. The crowd roared to life when you looped your free arm around her neck, the other occupied with a microphone. Screams erupted from all around you when Nayeon leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your cheek, leaving a very visible pink lipstick mark in her wake.

Your face flushed red under the bright lights as Nayeon stared at her lipstick stain on your face with a proud grin. Nayeon swatted your hands away when you brought them up to shield your pretty face from her view. A smug smirk adorned the eldest member's lips as she briefly glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the sign holder. She supposed a bit of fan service couldn’t hurt, not if it helped to remind people just who you belonged to. It didn’t matter that nothing would come of it, Nayeon felt accomplished, grin especially wide with you in her arms in front of thousands of people.

She only wished she could shout her love for you in front of everyone, tell the world that you were hers and no one else's. If only it were that easy.

~~

Nayeon nodded along with great interest as the fan seated across from her chatted away happily. Her right hand intertwined with your left beneath the table, though all those attending the fansign event were none the wiser. Her gaze occasionally strayed your way, grinning whenever you’d beam excitedly upon receiving a gift. Only this time when her eyes flickered to you, she found your lips parted in surprise as you stared at the fan before you. Her grip on your hand tightened when she spotted the candy ring the fan in front of you was holding out expectantly. “Will you marry me?” The fan asked jokingly, a chuckle escaping your lips at the predicament.

Sparing a wary glance in Nayeon’s direction, you squeezed her hand in reassurance before releasing her hand completely. The older girl watched as you allowed the fan to slip the candy ring onto your pinky finger when it wouldn’t fit on your ring finger. Nayeon breathed a sigh of relief at that, though she still couldn’t shake the feeling of unease brewing in her chest. It didn’t leave her for the rest of the event, even long after they had greeted each and every fan. You stuck close by her for the rest of the fansign, sensing something was wrong.

Though each time your concerned gaze would meet hers she would simply flash you a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. You would occasionally catch her chocolate brown orbs swirling with conflict when they dropped to the candy ring on your finger. But there was nothing you could do aside from gently grazing your fingertips along her arm in hopes of forcing her out of her head and away from the thoughts she was drowning in, but to no avail. Not even you could successfully save your girlfriend from whatever was going on inside her head, but you vowed to never stop trying until her toothy grin was restored.

~~

Nayeon’s strange silence continued for far longer than you’d initially anticipated, stuck in a world of her own as she mindlessly moved through the motions of the day. It wasn’t until late that very same night you’d finally had enough. The members of Twice watched with curious eyes as you abruptly rose to your feet, leaving the comfortable couch in search of your girlfriend. Your brows were furrowed in concern when you found her alone on the balcony, staring off into the distance. This wasn’t like her, she wasn’t one to willinging isolate herself from everyone to seek solace. Without wasting another second you pushed the glass door separating the two of you open.

“Nayeon?” You whispered cautiously into the silence when she didn’t immediately turn to face you. The older girl merely hummed in response, gaze glued to the glittering stars. “The moon looks pretty,” you observed the clear sky, moving to stand by her side, forearms resting on the railing. Your forehead creased in a frown when you were met by yet another hum of affirmation. “Are you okay?” You questioned softly, arm barely brushing against her own. “Just thinking,” was all she uttered, lips pursed pensively. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip at her short, uninterested answers. 

“Talk to me,” you urged, gaze pleading as you turned to face her. She ran her tongue over her lips thoughtfully, slowly twisting her neck to face you. Your head tilted in confusion when your eyes landed on her face. Rather than being met with a sorrowful frown or her blank expression, Nayeon simply smiled widely at you. Her chocolate brown orbs shining with love as she stared at you under the dimly lit glow of the moon. “What are you thinking about?” You inquired, feeling oddly shy under her stare. “You.” She murmured as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “What about me?” You pried further, ducking your head in hopes of concealing your blush.

“I think I want to marry you,” Nayeon confessed, a smile threatening to break out on her lips. “I- What?” You choked out, baffled by her boldness. “Marry me.” The request fell from her lips with what seemed like practiced ease as she gazed at you like you held the fate of the world in the palm of your hand. You suppressed your grin before it could emerge on your lips, heart thrashing wildly inside your chest. “Nayeon, you know we can’t…” You trailed off regretfully, reaching out to grasp her hands, fearing she may slip back into her thoughts. “I know.” You glanced up to find a bittersweet smile already adorning her lips.

“But I don’t care,” she admitted bravely. Your eyes widened in surprise at her words, but you waited patiently for her to continue. She knew she could never shout her love for you from the rooftops. She knew she could never kiss you in front of thousands of people and claim you as hers. She knew she could never get down on one knee in your favourite place, your special place. She knew she could never put a ring on your finger. She knew she could never truly marry you. But most of all, Nayeon knew she could never live without you.

What mattered was that she loved you. She didn’t need to shout it from the rooftops. She didn’t need to tell the world who you belonged to as long as she knew. She didn’t need to propose at the park you first met all those years ago because it didn’t matter where she was as long as it was with you. She didn’t need to put a ring on your finger because her love for you was so much more than an object. She didn’t need to marry you on paper because her love wouldn’t die with her, it would last an eternity. “I love you, all that matters is what’s in our hearts. So will you marry me, Y/n?” Nayeon asked, hands still grasping yours as she got down on one knee.

“Of course I will!” You agreed easily, eyes glossy with tears as you cupped her cheeks, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Nayeon smiled softly against your lips, pulling back to gaze at you lovingly. “I love you so much,” she confessed for the second time that night, tears threatening to spill from her own eyes. “I love you too, forever and always.” You whispered against her lips, unable to resist connecting your lips in yet another passionate kiss. When you broke apart to catch your breath you pulled Nayeon into a bone crushing hug. Your heart almost hurt with how overwhelmed with love for her you were. 

Your shared love for one another was all that truly mattered in that moment. It was all that would ever matter.

i ship it ngl

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[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.

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[pupyuj]

thinking about nayeon and momo inviting innocent reader to their dorm, enjoying a fin night with drinking some alcohol, reader falling asleep and then... dom!namo fucking sub!reader, knowing how the reader has a silly little crush on them :(((....

[cw: dubcon, somnophilia almost??]

hehehe what if ur like a new solo artist under jyp and you have admired nayeon and momo since before you were even a trainee :(( saying that they were your inspiration for working hard to achieve your dreams and ofc nayeon and momo would take notice of this bcs they wanted to treat their cute little junior with care and love!! 🥺🥺 imagine how happy you were getting texts from your lovely nayeon-sunbaenim, inviting you over to her and momo's place for dinner and to hang out!! you would never waste an opportunity to become friends with your role models so ofc you accepted the invite just like that!!

everything seemed normal until the two of them insisted that you stay for the night bcs they were scared that something might happen to you if they let you go home alone at such a late hour :( reluctantly deciding to stay and texting your manager about it,, momo lending you some of her casual clothes to wear for the night which you looked so adorable in that momo took a few pics :(( finally they brought out the drinks and that was when the night started 🫣 you couldn't remember much... just that you started feeling woozy and sleepy after a few shots... and the two of them carrying you into one of the rooms and laying you down on the bed...

you couldn't really hear the things they were whispering in your ear, something about you looking so pretty and lovely... and after that, they were both touching you so eagerly 🫣 momo pulling off the shorts you borrowed from her and burying her face between your legs, then nayeon silencing your whines by kissing you,, her lips felt so soft and tasted so sweet :(( so ofc you would kiss her back, barely aware of what was really happening and how exactly it was happening... you only knew that you felt really warm, so the unnies must be taking really good care of you! 😳

momo making you come on her tongue 😩 nayeon reaching down to touch your wet pussy and having a taste of your juices herself :(( then momo gets rid of her own shorts, lifting your leg up and rubbing her cunt against yours :((( hnggg moaning like crazy bcs of momo and also bcs of nayeon's hands underneath your shirt, pinching your nipples while exploring your mouth with her tongue :((( being brought to tears when you came again, this time with momo :(( feeling your head spin even more as you tried to calm yourself down,, only hearing nayeon telling you that you've done a good job for them :((

you definitely woke up confused as to why you were half-naked with your seniors on their bed 😳😳 ofc you weren't stupid, the three of you could've done only one thing that night after you got drunk.. and then that sinking feeling settles in your stomach bcs you knew you fucking messed up :(( but the unnies wrap their arms around you tightly, effectively pushing those thoughts away and convincing you to deal with them later... for now you should just enjoy this moment 🤭

#twice smut #twice imagines #twice x reader #hirai momo smut #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo imagines #im nayeon smut #im nayeon imagines #im nayeon x reader #momo smut #nayeon smut #girl group x reader #girl group smut #girl group imagines

[ghostykapi]

ruination and breakfast

im nayeon & idol!fem reader // filth <3 minors dni

had it been another day, you would probably reject her advances for the nth time. had it been another hour, you would have averted your gaze from the woman that resides in the deepest part of your heart. had it been another minute, then you would have been sleeping soundly in your cozy bed.

it wasn't another second though that did you find yourself mewling and grasping her clothes, with primal desperate need to be claimed. her teeth finding it's way to your neck and her hands tearing apart your clothes on her bed.

pause.

how the fuck did you get here?

it's no secret that you're one of the more outspoken idols, the lack of head to mouth filter making you constantly the topic of how the industry is changing. you find your name trending at least once a week for something you said in an interview or with those stupid stalkers following your life around.

some say you're one of the horrible ones who bring the bad image of an idol, because idols were supposed to be prim, proper and quiet. you loved to be messy and outspoken just to piss them off, your words ready to send someone in another childish fit of rage in social media.

some praise you for who you be with or without a camera, people constantly reporting on what you do or say. you knew that well and grasped that concept well, so you constantly used it to help amplify not your voice but others with your influence.

that's what the public thinks, what about the industry?

oh that's another whole situation that brings your head into another headache spiral. so you refuse to think about it for more than a minute

but you can’t deny the small amount of idols you actually managed to befriend with your demeanor. maybe you need too lose the rest bitch face, but that’s what got a couple of other people clinging onto you like they’re your golden retrievers and you’re the black cat

take your friend rosé from blackpink as a good example. you swear she was probably tipsy or something when she managed to mistake you for lisa and talked your ear off that night. that was the start of your blooming friendship with the four piece group.

another example was when you were younger, in the last stretch of your training years you met yeri of red velvet. she managed to convince you to stay true to your outspoken personality and to help her shop for clothes. both worked and now she’s one of the only people who can drag you out of bed and into another outing.

you also ended up befriending itzy’s youngest, sweet sweet yuna who you help in practicing her dance routines. sure you were a bit scary when you started to help her but you never really pushed her boundaries or scolded her like the previous ones who did, so she ended up getting close to you within the next couple of months. next thing everyone knew, both of you would always go to arcades together during her free days.

so the industry didn’t all hate you, but it was still shocking to many to see only so much people that are friends, or even acquaintances with you.

that's not a shock to you. the only shock [and the source of your daily annoyance] you have had in this industry is a persistent twice member who won't back down.

even after the hundreds of rejections over the months for something more than friendship, she's always within your earshot, her laugh bouncing off the walls of wherever you two can possibly meet. her texts flooding your phone more than your own manager. her gifts always making it's way to your front door of your apartment, which you refuse to acknowledge to her, that brings a smile to your face.

you know you can’t handle it anymore so that’s why it’s true that im nayeon is a force to be reckoned with. that's why tonight you managed to crack from your stubbornness as she finally managed to slither into your heart.

it was another idol's party, which you were invited too as a plus one by yeri. she had told you last minute by barging into your apartment, ruining your homeboy plans for the day.

"would you like to explain why this is very last minute?" you complained as you fixed up your outfit, all while yeri sits by the bed "i was looking forward to staying home tonight"

"i know you" she's on her phone, snapping pictures to post on her private instagram "you would say no and make 10 other excuses why you don't want to go out, ultimately mute your phone, lock the door and sleep the weekend away before i can convince you otherwise"

"i hate that you're right" you sigh as you smoothed down your skirt, feeling a bit anxious on the party "but do i have to go?"

"yes" yeri deadpans as she stands up, structs over and fixes your crop top "it's been weeks since you've got out of your house. the last time you even did leave the house for not work was for a family errand"

you hum in acknowledgement, twirling around to double check your outfit.

"you look hot but we are running out of time. chop chop let's go" yeri tosses you your bag, drags you out of door and into the night. ready to get drunk and have a good time

you don't mind mingling in the party, but with the way almost everyone had to do a double take when they see you by the door had you wanting to go back home. why bother staying in a party when half of these people probably have assumptions about you?

"yeri!" someone shouts above the music and both of you come face to face with another idol, their energy bouncing off the walls "you made it, and you brought a friend!"

"hi" you coolly state, hand out for a handshake which they gladly take "i'm y/n, yeri's friend"

"minatozaki sana, also yeri's friend" sana’s smile is bright and the mischievous glint is present in her eyes “also im nayeon’s braincell. would you interest in avoiding her or indulging with her blabbering by the living room?”

of course you couldn’t really escape her can you?

“uhm” you hesitate for a moment, eyes looking past sana to see a pair of eyes already staring at you “i don’t think i have a choice”

sana doesn’t even get to ask why when you’re pulled inside, hands on your waist and her smirk making your knees a bit weak

“hi hot stuff, come here often?” nayeon isn’t always this greasy with her pickup lines but with the time you’ve learned about her, she would only say those to you

“only when stubborn people force me to” you reply, eyes taking in her very bold choice of outfit for the night “trying to impress someone im?”

“trying to impress you” she’s so close to your face, and you swear you can kinda smell the booze on her “is it working?”

“barely” you scoff, but she doesn’t take any offense to that, only as a challenge “you have to do better than that to impress me”

“really now?” you don’t really notice it, but she’s got you cornered in an empty hallway that no one is in “what do you propose that i should do then?”

nayeon moves her hands to your shoulders and neck how, tracing random lines and shapes to any open skin she can feel. you can feel you heartbeat racing from this action but your face doesn’t move from a neutral reaction at all

“tell me” she drops her voice to a low purr, which you haven’t heard before, that brings shivers to your back “what can a woman do to make you be impressed hmm?”

you don’t answer her, only looking up to stare into her eyes as a challenge. your hands finding its place on her waist you can feel the exposed skin getting goosebumps from your touch

“tell me baby” her lips are close to yours, only distance between it is by a few centimeters “tell me”

you couldn’t take it anymore, pulling her into a kiss that she’s glad to reciprocate. your walls finally crumbling down as she invades your scenes, while kissing you senseless

and nayeon? she’s on cloud 9 right now finally kissing you after months. yeah she can be annoyingly persistent but she can see that she’s cracking bit by bit to get to you. now she’s got you around her finger, ready to show you what’s she capable to do

“you’re mine now” she whispers into your ear, after dragging you away from the party to her place with two knowing pairs of eyes watching your figures leave “and i’m gonna show you how much i love worshipping a goddess like you”

and when she’s got you underneath her? she’s got your back arched, hands clawing the sheets, thighs shaking and your mouth moaning out profanities.

so yeah that’s how you got there, with nayeon fucking you down into the mattress with her fingers plunging deep inside of you.

“you look so gorgeous for me like this” both of you are already free from any kinds of clothes and your eyes drink on her amazing form that send your mind reeling “so pretty and so ruined”

you can’t reply to her when you can feel her fingers stretch you out from the inside, your thighs twitching from every movement she does.

“sensitive?” you can barely nod when she kisses your cheek and finally pulls out after the two mind blowing orgasms she gave you “maybe we can put your energy into good use for something else”

your eyes perk up with the idea that’s she implying, and you use your arms to lock into her thighs as she carefully sits on you, her center right in front of you

“you know what to do baby” she coos, threading her finger through your hair as you start to eat her out, your arms and hands making sure she just stays right on top of you

it’s heaven when you can hear her moans go into a higher pitch when you suck on her clit or plunge your tongue deep inside of her. you can barely care for the lack of air when you can taste her like this and have her shaking on top of you

“baby” nayeon moans out, lightly tugging on your hair as she grinds onto your face “you’re gonna make me cum”

you can’t help but go faster with that, effectively making her moan and whine even louder as you bring her to the egde. her thighs crushing you a bit as she struggles to stay upright from the feeling

you don’t stop however, your arms still effectively locking her in and bringing her head fast to another orgasm ,that brings out the most profanities you can hear her say.

“sensitive?” you ask from below as you make a show of sucking her clit that brings a jolt of pleasure across her body “good”

“sensitive and spent” she gently pushes your face away from her center and bringing you into a cuddle, feeling the afterglow soak into your skins “you better be ready for the best breakfast you’ll be able to eat tomorrow y/n”

you hum in reply, your arms wrapped around her as you let her tuck her head against your neck “i hope you won’t burn the toast”

“you wound me”

#i'm alive but for the next weeks i will die #have this for compensation #EXAMN SZN IS MAKING ME WANNA [cries in bed] #twice imagine #twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice smut #im nayeon #im nayeon x reader #im nayeon imagines #im nayeon scenarios

[idlesana]

magnitude

im nayeon x fem reader ; angst

summary: unfortunate series of events with friend with benefits, nayeon

nayeon's eyes lingered over your exposed back; she watched as you pulled your hair back into a tie, exposing your neck for a moment, her eyes grazing over the thin layer of sweat.

"leaving so early? not even a round two, or a kiss goodbye?" she grinned.

this whole idea sparked when you and nayeon spent a little too long together after some house party. complaining about the lack of fish in the sea that was the university you both had attended. after about a half hour of complaints leaving your mouth, nayeon had something to say herself.

"what if we hooked up?"

nayeon was a lot of things, but she was certainly not shy, especially never failing to fluster you with endless compliments of how much she loved your body, or how hot she saw you. so could you say you were shocked when your best friend asked this? not really.

and so, two months of endless calls that would ring in at later hours of the night. in fact, the last time you two had hung out when the sun was out was probably the day of that stupid party.

you huffed in response to her comment, grabbing whoevers shirt to slip on over your torso. upon the neckline rolling over your head, it was obvious whos it was, the familiar fragrance that you'd been drowning in for months engulfing you once again.

"i have to get home nayeon." you grumbled, letting your hands run over the icy hardwood of her floor in search of pants. the moonlight couldn't illuminate the room enough for your current task to be easy.

"come on, just one more. i think i've gotten addicted to your taste." nayeon smiled, watching as you sped your pursuit for pants.

"nayeon." you sighed, trying not to give into whatever temptations her words gave you.

"yes, angel?" she hummed, slight worry in her tone, meanwhile you shuddered, feeling hot tears already pooling in your eyes. maybe it was the pet name that reminded you of how you and nayeon used to be, or maybe it was the way the name felt so natural-- felt like something you needed.

to say you were stuck in nayeon's orbit was an understatement, a huge one. with a weak will that broke whenever she pressed her fingers into you or traced your skin; admiring you like you'd been carved by the gods, it felt like an escape wouldn't be easy.

"i've gotta go." you murmured, voice weak, breaking mid-speech and definitely loud enough for nayeon to hear.

"is something wrong?" she sounded more than worried now.

your hands finally gripped sweats, and not caring who they belonged to, you hastily put them on, grabbing your phone and keys from the pocket-- thank whatever god watching you that these pants were yours.

you glanced at the door, memories of only hours ago rushing through your mind

"nayeonnie? are you alright?" before you could speak out for her again, you were shoved into the door, hands instantly roaming your body and a passionate kiss pressed against your lips.

"nothing wrong, nayeon. but i have to get home." you said, grabbing the doorknob and slipping out before turning to meet her eyes, tears almost spilling at the sight.

she was sitting on the bed, in a similar state of distress; tears pooling, pout formed, and brows furrowed, her arms in her lap, and slight shakes coursing her body.

"goodnight, nayeon."

#nayeon imagines #nayeon x reader #im nayeon #nayeon #im nayeon x reader #twice imagines #twice x reader #nayeon imagine #twice imagine #im nayeon imagines

[jihyology]

GREEK TRAGEDY | im nayeon.

— angst, drabble, greek mythology au, aphrodite!nayeon.

THE tale of your and Nayeons love rivalled Icarus’ infatuation with the sun; a magnet pulling you closer, and blinding the truth with a warmth that went unparalleled.

The taste of her ichor blossomed along your tongue, melting like the sweetest of chocolates, before souring like the tartest of acid; ichor wasn’t for mortals, after all.

You should’ve learnt from Adonis, from Apollos jinxed lovers. Loving a god was an ill-fated ruse.

Her touch was as glittering as gold, but Midas had already learnt the downside to that curse.

But, you’d happily die as golden as the love you bore.

Your life had blossomed poorly to begin with, not much to your name, and your every turn flashing with a sign of rejection.

But she would never reject you. The mother of beauty would never fail you.

It was her nature to find beauty within the darkness, to find the allure in simplicity.

And that was no different for you.

She loved your soul, touched it tenderly. Even if her husband were the god of fixing all things broken, it seemed she had learnt a trick or two.

But, no matter how much she had mended you, water was still the element of love.

So you sank, the water around you bubbling, fizzing like the sea-foam that birthed your lover. It was a new beginning, your rebirth in the home of hers.

As you drifted, a single thought entered your mind.

To love the goddess of love, you should’ve loved yourself sooner.

#twice #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice imagine #twice nayeon #nayeon imagine #nayeon imagines #nayeon #im nayeon #im nayeon twice #im nayeon imagine #im nayeon imagines #nayeon x reader #twice nayeon x reader #nayeon angst

[miinatozakiii]

killshot

im nayeon x fem!reader ; smut!! 

synopsis: your roommate is aware that you hate her and she likes irritating you but oh no she just now realizes you’re hot and wants you so bad

warnings: kinda porn w no plot ; smut!!! ; mentions of alcohol ; hate fucking(???) ; degradation kinda ; insulting each other as they fuck yesss ; face riding ; comp sci major!reader *shivers and shakes* ; fwb-ish but not really ; nayeon is umm lowk manipulative but only if you squint , maybe? ; not proofread as always

wc: 5.1k

a/n: computer science major slander (i'm jealous) and also i don’t like the pacing but oh well maybe u guys will (i'd be such a great writer if i weren’t lazy af... )

with a groan, you lift yourself off the bed after hearing a loud thud. tiredly, you blindly reach for your phone and check for the time with squinted eyes: 1:04am. 

a low “fuck” leaves your lips while you struggle to sit up, still hearing the impact of bodies crashing against the walls and the faint sounds of a woman and man groaning through the bedroom door.  

nayeon is home. 

this is a bi-weekly occurrence; your roommate nayeon stumbles into the apartment all hot and heavy from the alcohol that was in her system, and then you can hear her getting all intimate—against your will—with some random person she’s found at the various clubs she cycles through. to be completely honest, you don’t care for her midnight rendezvous, just as long as they don’t bother you. 

however, this night she’s bothered you greatly; you’re fucking irritated. 

just when you had finally sought solace in the arms of sleep after hours of laboring over a project, your few minutes of rest are abruptly shattered by the intrusion of nayeon. —all drunk and insatiable—who’s barging into your room whilst some average guy latches onto her neck. he doesn’t look like he knows what he’s doing, but it doesn’t matter because nayeon’s senses are too fucked to really pay attention to that. 

“get the hell out of my room.” you yell angrily towards the two. to say you were annoyed would be an overwhelming understatement, you were furious. 

“ah—fuck, sorry y/n,” she responds, voice all airy and light whilst the man’s hand slides down to play with the edge of her dress. “wrong room baby, let’s go.” she says whilst pushing the man off her a bit, much to his dismay. 

they both leave the room, still attached to each other with their hands roaming and gripping at anything. to make matters even worse; they didn’t close the door behind them. 

“fucking whore.” you scoff, falling back down on your bed and groaning.  

- 

im nayeon is an indescribable pain in your ass and unfortunately, she also happens to be your roommate. 

for the most part, you generally pride yourself on your composure and tolerance, but living with nayeon has truly put your patience to the test. she's irresponsible and unreliable, which regularly pushes you to your limits. you find yourself frustrated sharing an apartment with someone who’s always falling hort of your expectations. she's falling far from them, really, and it’s almost impressive. 

she has a knack for disappearing into the lurking in the apartment while you're away, often entertaining friends and leaving behind a mess in her wake. the audacity she possesses to neglect simple chores like doing the dishes or tidying up after herself borders on infuriating, you’re fighting the urge to bodyslam her into the mattress sometimes. it's as though she expects the cleaning fairy to magically swoop in and restore order while you're left to pick up the pieces of her irresponsibility, maybe she thinks you’re the fucking cleaning fairy. 

living with her was hell, you don’t even know how she managed to keep up with her courses and stay sane with how she lived her life. she was a pretentious, sassy little thorn stuck in your skin. 

but still, there are two things that keep you tethered to the apartment, even if it's a bit embarrassing to admit on factor. one: the rent is cheaper, and your shared living space is nice. two: nayeon’s fucking hot. 

the truth is: nayeon is the epitome of physical allure, the hottest person you've ever laid eyes on. as much as you resent her for her shortcomings, you find yourself unable to ignore the pull of her undeniable visuals, which whispers against the urge to pack your bags and leave.  

you despised the stupid allure of her face, the way her figure teased and tempted, and the fact that she held the power to have you on your knees if she poked you in the right ways. it grated on your nerves to know that you weren't the only one drawn to her; half the campus seemed to be either enamored with her, aspiring to be her, or eager to get into her pants. and she wielded her beauty like a weapon, using her "pretty privilege" to her advantage.  

the feeling you had towards her was bitter, but the attraction you had made things complicated. 

it was easy to mask your little attraction for your pretentious roommate with annoyed comments and irritated glares, but deep inside you wanted her in ways that you could never admit out loud. countless daydreams and very questionable thoughts about her invaded your mind at the worst times possible, espeically when she was near. 

- 

- 

your irritation mixed with attraction was mutual. nayeon felt the same way about you; what a match. 

at first, nayeon found herself irritated by your stuck-up demeanor and seemingly perfect self. your involvement in various extracurricular activities, dedication to your studies, and honestly majoring in computer science major as a whole contributed to her initial impression of you as someone who had it all together. it was a stark contrast to her own carefree attitude and laid-back approach to everything, which built friction between the two of you. 

(nayeon could never do all of that, study for hours and keep her shit together. and god, especially watching you type for two hours straight already made her head swirl. how does someone do that without losing their shit? she wonders if you’re okay) 

from nayeon's perspective, you were nothing more than a stuck-up bitch in her shared home, always fussing over cleanliness like a relentless clean freak. it striked a nerve every time you scolded her for leaving behind a couple of dishes or a few stray bottles of alcohol. if it bothered you so much, why not just pick up after yourself instead of constantly complaining? 

despite the irritation you stirred within her, nayeon couldn't deny the undeniable truth: you were actually pretty cute for a nerdy, uptight roommate. in fact, she'd even go as far as to admit that you were pretty hot. 

nayeon has seen the people in the computer science department, most of them are men who look like they’ve never spoken to a woman or gone outside for more than thirty minutes a day. you on the other hand were quite the sight, someone nayeon would describe as “eye candy.” 

and yeah, she kind of overlooked the fact that you were her type after you had yelled at her so much, but then there was this one little moment that changed her mind. maybe she could tolerate you more. 

(maybe nayeon had to put looks first in this case.) 

-- 

-- 

some thursday afternoon, while you typically would be found either buried in books at the library or enjoying the afternoon at a café, nayeon found herself in a predicament—she couldn't find one of her favorite t-shirts. with frustration growing, she decided to take matters into her own hands and went into your room to see if it had somehow ended up there, given that you were supposed to be out.  

to her surprise, she discovered that you were most definitely home, a fact that caught her completely off guard—especially when you’re home in your room, in the middle of taking your pants off. 

she barges into your room to see you with your shirt off and the fly of your pants down, revealing some of the logo of your victoria’s secret underwear. your cheeks flush a dark hue of red when you realize she’s invaded your privacy, and you quickly cover your chest—which, is already covered since you have a bra on, but god is this whole situation embarrassing.  

after you literally push her out the door—slamming it shut with embarrassment—nayeon stands outside the door with a newfound interest.  

nayeon couldn't fathom that someone who dedicated their sanity to lines of numbers and letters on a screen could look so good. there was something mesmerizing about the subtle groove tracing down your stomach, hinting at the definition of your abs, or the glimpse of your bicep as you hastily covered yourself and scolded her for intruding, maybe even the hint of muscle on your shoulders. whatever it was—all nayeon knew was that the little mishap of you not locking the door and giving her the chance see you like that piqued her interest without doubt. 

and after seeing you half naked? the image of you, with your shirt off and the hint of your physique tantalizingly on display? holy shit you had her fantasizing a little (a lot) more than she already had been; she needed some of her fantasies to come true.  

your roommate had already been attentive to your quick—and evident—glances on her body and her lips. she also noted the subtle bite of your lips when she swayed by, your eyes barely caught her, but she noticed it all. getting her fantasies to become a reality seemed easy enough—probably—and she was determined to make it all happen.  

she knew she already had you starting to wrap around her finger, just by those observations, so it should be easy enough to get you hot and heavy, right? 

- 

“oh look who’s finally fucking awake.” you mutter, turning around to see the hungover, marked up woman emerging from the hall.  

nayeon rolls her eyes at you like always and simply responds, “oh shut up, don’t be a drag.” 

“i’m a drag? i’m not the one barging in at one in the morning the same night my roommate stays up to actually do their school shit. not only that, but that fucking guy—” 

“was a terrible kisser,” nayeon cuts you off, pinching the bridge of her nose. “i kicked him out so can you please just—” 

“no!” you scoff, surprising nayeon with this burst of anger. you’re much more irritated than usual, which is weird. nayeon suspects that it’s because she’s never accidentally stumbled into your room, and to be fair; this was kind of intentional.  

you see, nayeon thought that if she could make you a little jealous, it’d increase the chances of you intervening. just what she wanted. 

“i couldn’t fucking sleep and i have a really important assessment today.” 

“yeah yeah, move over i need some tea.” nayeon says tiredly. upon hearing her response, you clench your jaw tightly and lean against the marble counter, gripping it with one hand tightly to suppress your annoyance. 

your roommate looks at you and a laugh slips out accidentally. after hearing that, there's probably a vein visible on your forehead, maybe your neck—somewhere. 

that was your last straw. 

angrily, you lift yourself off the counter and swiftly advance towards nayeon, pinning her against the fridge with force. the impact reverberates through her as her back meets the cold surface, while you lean in closer, your eyes narrowing with intensity.  

now, this should not be turning nayeon on—she’s going to blame it on her hangover and whatnot, and maybe the fact that whoever that guy was and whatever he did didn’t really satitate her—but it does.  

with barely an inch of space separating you, your height advantage allows you to tilt your head down, locking eyes with nayeon with a glare. the tension crackles between you like a firework, it’s thick and palpable, your look shows restrained anger. despite how furious you look, there's an unexpected allure to you, drawing nayeon in even as she senses the little reprimanding you’ll give her. 

“don’t give me that fucking attitude nayeon. you’re fucking unbelievable, you’re a fucking slut, you know?” 

“yeah?” she says, a smirk tugging at her pretty, plump lips.  

you feel your body tense as soon as you start to take in the proximity of the two of you. gulping lightly, you move yourself away just an inch, but nayeon pauses you, pinching your collar. 

“oh don’t get so timid now, you were just fuming earlier pretty.” she laughs. “keep going. this is cute, i like this. what did you call me again?” 

as nayeon's eyes flicker from yours to your lips and back again, the tension between you is like pushing down on a spring, and it’s about to pop back up any moment. sensing an opportunity, nayeon skillfully navigates her way out of the looming scolding, her allure becoming a potent weapon against your mood. she begins to weave her charm, coaxing a reluctant softening in your expression. despite your initial anger, you find yourself drawn to her, you can’t let yourself slip up, not now, not when she’s the reason you might fail your assessment. 

“you’re— you’re so... fucking irritating…” you mumble the last part of your sentence, voice getting smaller. you push yourself away from her and shake your head, trying to conceal your blush. nayeon giggles before going back to making her tea, the tension in the air like an invisible weight pressing down on you, and this whole morning might just completely flatten you down from how distracting it’ll be the whole day. 

nayeon’s relieved, at least you’re not scolding her while she dips her chamomile bag in and out her little mug of hot water. 

- 

the day is filled with the events of the morning, with you struggling to finish various lines of code because the feeling of nayeon toying with your collar lingers, and nayeon trying to force the thought of you finally snapping in her head. 

seems like the two of you are trying to avoid the same thought, despite how badly you two want it. 

it's palpable that there’s something in the air that needs to be swatted away, and nayeon knows you’re too much of a coward to really do anything about it, so she’ll figure somethign out.  

one thing about im nayeon: she always gets her way, no questions asked, no matter what it takes. 

- 

nayeon finds you on the couch typing away later that night, probably doing some homework. 

nayeon plops down next to you, intending to tease and push you over the edge. you turn your head after feeling the cushions under you shift, immediately grimacing once you see your roommate. 

“what do you want?” 

“what, i can’t sit next to my roommate?” nayeon questions, “i’m just going to watch tv, if you don’t like it you can leave.”  

“whore.” you mutter under your breath, quiet enough so she doesn’t catch what you say.  

your roommate lounges lazily on the couch and rests her head against the armrest. as she reclined, her hair spilled over, framing her face like a halo. nayeon's gaze wandered lazily around the room before settling on the tv, and with a languid movement, she turned to lay fully, bending her legs so they didn't intrude into your personal space. 

your jaw tensed, a visceral reaction to the sight before you. the light from the tv in the dimmed room accentuated the allure of nayeon's figure. you couldn't help but steal a glance, your attention momentarily torn away from your screen by the annoyingly captivating vision in your periphery. 

casual sweatpants adorned her figure, the looseness of the bottoms from brandy allowing for comfort yet teasingly hinting at the eye-catching curves of her terribly alluring figure beneath. the fit of her tank top—cropped just enough to expose a sliver of her toned midriff—effortlessly made your gaze linger. the fabric clung to her silhouette in all the right places, revealing the subtle contours that sent a subtle jolt through the room and your veins. you completely forgot about pretending to be irritated in that brief trance. 

the tank top, snug against her skin, revealed a gentle dip of her collarbone, an enticing invitation that you took note of. the image staying in your head even as your attention returned to your screen. a flush settled on your cheeks as you tried to focus again. the ambiance of the room, however, remained penetrated with the downplayed sensuality that lingered in the air. you huff lowly. she's winning whatever game this is without even trying. 

after typing at your laptop for a bit, you hear the faint sound of people talking in the background. you look up from the screen and see some show playing, then turn to see nayeon’s head turned toward the tv.  

shaking your head, you redirect your attention back to the assignment in front of you; the task is quite easy, but it’s insanely tedious and for some strange reason nayeon’s presence isn’t helping you. 

nayeon shifts on the couch and sits upright against the cushion, you don’t bat an eye. your roommate is sick of you being academic, she’s bored and wants your attention. needs it, maybe. 

“when’s that due?”  

without turning your head, you respond, “next week.” 

“why do it now?” 

“why do you care?” your tone is impatient. “and besides, it’s better to get things done earlier.” 

“nerd.” nayeon sighs. she scoots over and peers at your screen, putting her hand down beside you to prop herself up and when she leans over, her boob smushes against your arm a little.  

you glare at her. “aren’t you usually out? it’s a friday night.” 

she shrugs. “didn’t feel like it.” and after she scans the screen one more time, she leans away (to your dismay) and continues on with whatever drama she had been watching.  

the thought of her boob being smushed against you lingers, embarassingly it’s almost tattooed in your mind for the next half an hour. 

when you finish your assignment, that’s when you let out a big, hefty breath and close your laptop.  

nayeon's annoyingly melodic giggle dances in the air as you sink into the plush couch, surrendering to its embrace that eases the pain in your shoulders. after savoring your few seconds of tranquility, your thoughts drift to the comfort awaiting you in your bedroom, your bed, peace and quiet, being enveloped by the blanket.  

as you start to stand up, a delicate yet firm grip clings to your forearm, delaying your departure. nayeon's touch, like a sirens call, invites you to linger, gently coaxing you to stay a little longer. 

she bats her eyelashes at you. “stay here.”  

you brows knit. “why would i stay with you?”  

“watching shows alone is boring, and i know your ass isn’t going anywhere tonight.” 

you groan in response and decide to give in—you might as well lounge on the couch for a bit—earning a smug smile from your roommate. she unpauses her show and you allow yourself to ease into the cushion, then watch with her (against your will), only to immediately tense up at the scene that unravels before your eyes. 

two girls appear on screen, and they’re kissing each other.  

they’re close, kissing, and then fifteen seconds pass and boom—they’re eating each other’s mouths sloppily, groaning and everything, tongue and all. you shift in your seat when you feel a weird pulse down at your core. 

“y/n,” nayeon starts, “have you ever even kissed someone?” 

“of course i have.” you respond, crossing your arms.  

nayeon turns her head in surprise and tilts her head. “seriously?” 

“yes, is it that surprising?” 

“well, you’re always cooped up in the house and whatnot… didn’t think you had any game.” 

“i hooked up with someone last month for your information. i'm not a homebody.” 

“yeah? sure, you did.” she laughs, shaking her head. you roll your eyes at her. 

“fuck you.” you mutter, keeping your eyes on the tv and watching the two girls undress each other. “do you always watch shit like this?” 

“why, does it turn you on or something?” nayeon asks, shifting closer to you. a lump forms in your throat. 

you shoot a quick glare at her and lie, “no.” 

nayeon laughs in amusement after pink dusts your cheeks. “you seem pretty flustered baby.” 

what the fuck? 

as you meet her gaze, a wave of surprise washes over you, mirroring the hunger that burns in her eyes. nayeon's laughter tumbles from her lips, enchanting and playful, as she places her hand delicately on the couch. leaning towards you, she ignites a spark that makes your heart skip a beat. feeling a sudden urge to be closer, you subtly shift in your seat, captivated by the exhilarating simplicity of the moment and giving into nayeon’s intentions. 

“i don’t believe you.” she says. 

“what?” 

“you’ve never kissed someone, hell, like you could even fuck someone.” 

“excuse me?” 

she just laughs at the mix of emotions coming from you; your cheeks are dusted pink, but your tone and expression displays that regular irritated look of yours. 

then she bites the corner of her lip, finally easing into the reason she even bothered you in the first place. she leans a little closer, lips hovering near your ear lobe, and giggles again. 

“how about you prove that you’ve fucked someone, hm?” nayeon suggests, raising her brows. “that you even can.” 

your breath trembles slightly, you’re stiff in your place. 

“if it’ll shut you up then... fine.” 

she clicks her tongue, then pulls away from your ear. now she’s looking at you with a shit eating grin, you want to wipe it off her face. 

the air stilled, your breath shook, and nayeon’s hand inches to your forearm. her other hand grabs the collar of your shirt, pulling you in and your lips meet in the middle. 

she tastes like cherry, well, her lip gloss does. 

your hand finds its way to the back of her neck, pushing her deeper into you so your lips can hungrily slide and suck and gosh, everything, all of the above, both a and c, you name it. 

the last thing you had on your mind for the friday night was kissing your roommate aggressively. initially, you were just going to finish the assignment and take a nap or something, but this? it’s much better than what you had planned originally. 

nayeon practically takes your breath away after simply kissing you, just the way your lips lock makes you greedy. you groan accidentally, embarassed until you have nayeon groaning into you too, even louder for that matter. 

you pull away for a brief moment, voice a little shaky and out of breath. “is this why you bothered me? are you that horny that you wanted me to fuck you?” 

“oh shut up, it’s not like you’re against it.” nayeon’s right, you’re not. not in the slightest. 

“fuck you” is uttered from your lips before you crash your lips against her again, taking the air from her lungs again. 

the kissing quickly escalates and your tongues are in each other’s mouths. you’re both unashamedly moaning and groaning into each other carelessly, it’s funny how quickly everything escalated within seconds, the boundaries between whatever you two had dissolved like sugar in boiling water. you shift yourselves over so that nayeon is under you, both your knees on either side of her legs. you reach over for the remote to pause the two girls who were mirroring the two of you—well, the two of you started going at it after they did so maybe it was the two of you mirroring them. 

each subsequent kiss felt as electrifying as the crackle of sparks dancing in a bonfire. the more nayeon deepened the kiss the more it drove you crazy, irrationally enough to continue kissing her and slip your hands under her shirt. 

nayeon sighs blissfully as you kiss down her neck, her fingers tangle with your hair while she claws at it aggressively, and still, the pain from her grabbing your hair only turns you on more. 

“fuck,” she groans when you suck on her neck, sinking her nails into your tricep. 

“slut.” you mutter, smirking against her. “so easy to rile up.” 

unashamedly, nayeon begs and begs for you until you’re biting down on her skin, repeatedly uttering your name until you’re leaving marks that’ll have her friends wondering who ruined her this time—and this time, it’s not some person she’s run into at the bar while tipsy. 

still, she could get drunk just off of you. 

you start to undress her, starting with her top and taking a moment to gaze at her undeniably alluring figure. strands of hair just barely stick to her forehead as she gazes at you breathlessly with eyes full of lust. she moves her slender fingers to work at the edge of your shirt, urging you to take that stupid t-shirt you have on off so she can get a sight of your surprisingly exciting figure. maybe she’ll get a better, longer view of what she had seen that night she walked in on you changing. 

“fuck, why have you been hiding this?” she mutters, sliding her hand down your side. “god you fucking bitch.” 

“if i didn’t you’d be all over me, you fucking horny mess.” you spit back harshly, but the way you moan when nayeon latches her lips onto your neck completely rids of that fake, irritated tone of yours.  

nayeon ends up on top of you in a matter of seconds, thenyou’re groping her ass shamelessly as you two devour each other’s mouths again. hands tug at whatever else covers your bodies until it’s just the two of you skin to skin. everything that had just happened in the span of ten minutes was for sure ten times better than whatever else had been going on in the movie. 

you can feel her grinding desperately against your thigh as you kiss her, feeling the moisture from her needy cunt that dampens your once-dry upper leg. you palm her breasts blindly and feel her gasp against you, and then nayeon forgets how to breath when you press your thigh up and against her, adding more stimulus. 

she moans frustratedly, the feeling of just your thigh against her throbbing pussy is far from what she needs. so, she’s putting her hand on the middle of your chest and pushing you down to lay flat on your back. she bites her lip blatantly before lifting her hips away from your skin. 

you furrow your brows in confusion and begin, “what are you—” 

“shut up,” she grunts, shoving one hand in your head and gripping your hair so rough that you whimper. she shifts over so that her pussy is directly above your mouth and orders: “just eat, bitch.” 

this is something you can’t argue with her about, and fuck you’re hungry.  

there’s a meal waiting for you that you’ve been craving, you can’t just lay there and starve. 

eagerly, you lift your head up a bit to meet the aching in between her legs; she’s so wet and you’re definitely teasing her about this later—but who knows how long it will take until it’s later. 

she moans louder than ever and it surprises the both of you, it only leaves you wanting more of her, wanting to hear her when she’s at her limit. your nails sink into the flesh of her thigh as you devour ravenously, taking note of what makes her twitch more and what earns lewder noises. what earns noises that turn you on more than ever. 

it doesn’t surprise you how shameless she is during sex—clearly, she isn’t ashamed of seducing her roommate—the way she rides your face so desperately gives you enough to know how she is. 

nayeon likes when you suck on her clit, she grips your hair tighter with each “pop” sound that’s made after you release the suction. she’s easy to read, her cunt is easy to adjust to. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” nayeon moans, leaning back little while she continues to ride, head tilted back and face almost parallel to the ceiling. “god-- fuck, oh my—shit, keep going,” 

you can see her tits from your view, nipples all perked up while you grip onto her thighs tighter, feeling her shake in your grasp.  

nayeon's like an alarm clock, ticking and ticking away until the alarm rings, her cry echoing through the room, hand gripping at your hair tighter than ever as her head falls back. you continue to savor her arousal even after she came, earning little whines and whispers of your name. 

“oh, y/n, just like that...”  

you're doing all the work now, which only helps with your aversion towards her, but still, you’ve made her moan, cry—all of the above, so at least there’s something to use against her. 

and then she lifts herself off of you, letting your head rest back against the seat of the couch so you can catch your breath.  

when she looks down, all she can make out through fuzzy vision and overwhelmed senses is the puff of your lips, hooded eyes, and fucked up hair; everything about the sight of you is a product of her desires, a fantasy that’s been lingering in her mind now come true. 

“slut,” you mutter, almost breathlessly. “you’re really loud, you know.”  

“fuck you.” 

“already did.” you retort, giggling. “let’s go for another.” 

“oh so now look who’s a horny mess.” nayeon responds, moving over to sit on your lap. 

you sit up, holding yourself up with your hands placed behind you. “you just never shut up, do you?” 

nayeon smiles before tracing her finger along your skin. “do you me want to?” 

you look at her amusingly before shifting positions so she’s laying down flat on her back, with you hovering above. the two of you kiss again, nayeon savoring a the traces of arousal off you, a muffled hum of delight vibrating against your locked lips. 

she pulls away, thumbing your nipple and making you groan surprisingly. you pull away to glare at her. 

nayeon laughs, “wow, you’re so--” 

you cut her off by shoving your ring and middle finger in her mouth, she almost gags, but the way she sucks obediently is enough to tell you that she’s enjoying this. 

“you just never shut up,”  

in response, she moans with your fingers still in your mouth, right before you pull them out, skin coated with her saliva. 

you bring your fingers down to her cunt, teasing her folds. 

“let’s change that.” 

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[saiidahyunie]

paradoxical

im nayeon x 10th member!reader ; smut

synopsis: it’s hard to get a read on nayeon, especially when she’s all over you. 

wc: 4.1k

warnings: smut!!! ; somnophilia ; praising ; crying ; choking ; edging ; whipped reader ; nayeon is a brat ; just filth hehe ^_^ ; cursing ; might not be proofread

a/n: starting off the new year with a bang! this anon request was too good to pass up on and i hope you all enjoy some top nayeon content!!!!!

—

nayeon was really someone who was made to be in the limelight. 

she was easily suited for this ever changing, fast-paced stardom of being a part of one of the most influential groups that constantly raise the bar in music charts, award show ratings, and overall popularity. 

nayeon was known for many things; her magnificent vocal power, flawless dancing, striking visuals, and the personality with other celebs that really gave her the title of “nation’s bestie” and you were glad that you had someone like her a part of the group in the first place. 

but behind closed doors and away from the cameras, she was anything but that. 

in the years that you’ve grown to know nayeon since debuting, you learn that she is a brat. she was loud and always complaining. she couldn’t do any basic living needs for her life because somehow she would find a way to mess up even the simplest of tasks in a shocking fashion. she needed to be constantly babied because of how easily scared she could get at times when you shared your dorm with her. 

she was also known for getting brazenly vulgar with the other members. when some practices ended sour, she’d take it out on jihyo and jeongyeon, complaining to them on what the others needed to improve on. she wanted to be seen as perfect–no mistakes from her but for everyone else if something was out of line, she would be on your ass to make sure to get the routine right. 

not only was she vulgar, she could be physical too. always getting touchy with the members especially when intoxicated. there was a point in time where she had to be tied down to a chair because her and sana couldn’t keep their hands and faces away from each other, putting their lips all over their bodies until you and a few other members got uncomfortable. 

you wanted to feel uneasy when she acts like this when the group doesn’t have any scheduled activities going on–-but you were actually attracted to nayeon because of how she is. 

you moved in with nayeon at the apartment for a little over two years now and even though some days were better than living in hell that is her, you started to grow a desire for the version of drunk nayeon being all over sana. the image of her straddling sana on the chair, putting sana’s hands behind her back, letting nayeon do all the work with her large, veiny hands holding her head in place as she leaves marks on her neck. the other members cheering or jeering for her dare as she almost got carried away towards the end. 

you needed her to be like this for you, but it was definitely difficult on how you were going to pull it off.

—

you and the girls had embarked on a few tours locally already, but this was the second ever world tour that you guys ever did as a group and this time, more locations were added to give a little additional opportunities for the fans who saved up enough just to see you. 

it was a blast at first, but then the repetitive routine of touring began to take a toll on the group as a whole. getting to the country, go to the hotel, sleep, wake up, head to the venue, rehearse, go back to the hotel, downtime, get something to eat, sleep again, wake up again, concert preparation, concert, relax back at the hotel and sleep. it was organized, efficient, but it started to be too much at a certain point during the tour. 

luckily the label managed you and the others well by pairing you with another member to sleep with. that way it was to ensure a better overall state to keep the members in top condition both physically and emotionally. 

you got paired with nayeon as your roommate, which definitely made the setup more easier once well into the tour, all you had to do was something to get her going. 

unfortunately, you didn’t know that she wanted you all to herself ruined–and you were completely caught off guard by her desires. 

—

the tour stop was paris, and you were trying to fight off the last effects of jet lag with the extra sleep you took advantage of. everything was going soundly in your slumber as you occupied one side of the bed. 

nayeon however woke up to use the bathroom before making her way back to the bed at the sight of you peacefully sleeping away. laying belly down with the blanket just covering your lower half of the body, your well toned back in full display under your perfect wavy hair. 

she shifts herself back onto the bed as you flip yourself over unknowingly, unveiling your boobs to her as you shift your head back into the pillow still clearly knocked out. 

nayeon laid on her side as she grazes her fingers across your chiseled abs, before tracing the lower part of your jawline as she kept her eyes locked on your face that was still covered by your hair, lips parted perfectly as she circled your boobs. 

eventually her finger trailed more and more downward, pulling the blanket from your lower half slightly to get more easy access, she eventually started feeling through your panties letting the fabric rub against your flesh as she went in circles for a few minutes. 

then she started to get impatient. her intrusive thoughts were getting the best of her as she moved your panties to the side, running her two fingers across your folds yet again as you stifled a moan, still stirred in your sleep as nayeon slipped a finger inside you, finally releasing a gasp of air at the sensation as you slightly arched your back from the feeling. 

she couldn’t just stop there as she continued to pump her finger inside you as you finally came around, looking at nayeon as she kept her pace going, biting her lip as you let out a more audible moan at her. 

your senses come about as you flutter your eyes open still drowsy, trying to look down at what was happening down there, in shock as you moaned again in nayeon’s ear to get her to notice.  

“nay, what the fu-” 

she covered your mouth with her left hand as she continued to thrash you with her hands. something about her long fingers that almost mimicked your vibrator back at home—but this was nayeon’s hand you’re feeling and it was way different. 

your moans were becoming strangled as you gripped her forearm with both of your hands, trying to pry off her hand against your mouth, but nayeon had a firm strength that may not looked like it, but her hands covered half of your face as she tried to keep your moans from being picked up by the neighboring hotel guests. 

“nayeon, p-please, fuck so good…” 

you were getting close by the downright fucking nayeon was giving you as you were able to pull her hand away for a second before she put her hand over your mouth again. she needed you to be like this for her and you were sinking deeper into the mattress by the second. it was near bliss as you felt the release in your body almost imminently—until nayeon’s phone rings, stopping her completely as she slips her three fingers out of you. 

“hi jihyo! i just woke up, you’re ready to get breakfast?” 

your eyes roll back to their normal position as you pick your head up to see nayeon off the bed, putting her shoes on before looking back at your sloppy state. 

“what about y/n? oh she’s still sleeping she won’t be joining us i’m afraid.” 

you couldn’t utter a response as she smiled at you laid barren on the bed, facing away from her as she smiled at her work as she headed out the door of your room. 

you got taken advantage of by nayeon, but you wanted more of her and it was going to drive you crazy. 

—

the mirrors of the makeup vanity reflected your distasteful expression, annoyed as if the you in the mirror was mocking you for what happened earlier this morning. 

it was going to be a long day, but there was a concert to be performed so until then you tried your best to keep your sexual thoughts with nayeon at bay. 

what made it even worse was the fact that you haven’t seen nayeon at all up until the performance. you didn’t see her backstage or in the green room—she was simply nowhere to be found. the only times you’ve seen her was on the way to the venue, during soundcheck, and during the concert. what she did before that after this morning was all but a mystery to you. 

the concert went smoothly as expected. given the amount of extensive training and rehearsal prior you’ve become exceptionally good at putting on a facade for the fans. the songs and dance routines were more than just second nature and muscle memory as you and the girls performed flawlessly yet again. it wasn’t until the encore portion of the concert where hell started to break through again with her. 

you were just minding your business waving off the fans as the song continued to play out, only to notice that nayeon had creeped up behind you draping her arm over you as you looked at her perfected fake smile. the fans wanted some service and nayeon was well known to give something to spoil them on twitter later—grinding on your side as you played along running your hand down your body making the fans go absolutely feral as nayeon dropped down, caressing your ass as she made her way back up. 

you couldn’t say anything to her with all the loud noise so all you could do was hang your mouth open as she walked to the other side of the stage where jihyo and sana were, flaunting her ass at you as you looked back at the fans of what just happened. 

—

once the concert was well done and over with, it was customary to throw a livestream for about an hour and a half before heading back to the hotel for more downtime before sleeping. while that was happening however, nayeon was leading you to a secluded spot outside the common area where everyone was located, still confused as to where she was taking you. 

“nayeon, i still want to talk about a few things, so i hope this better be that.” 

once the door closed to let darkness envelop the whole room, it was swift motion as nayeon’s lips found yours. pressing you against the door as you try to fight her aggressive dominance which makes you groan into her face. your brain is getting hazy again—just like this morning as her hands weave their way under your concert attire, moaning out loud once nayeon’s lips nipped at your neck suddenly. 

before you could let your desires take control, you had one last bit of rationality as you pushed nayeon away for a second, feeling her half-lidded eyes stare at you as you two have a moment to collect your breath. 

“fuck nayeon, i don’t get you sometimes.” 

nayeon tilts her head, hand still pressed against the door next to your face, inching closer to you as you try to look away. 

“what isn’t that you don’t get?” 

“you do one thing, and you say another. your actions are so contradictive and it doesn’t make sense to me.” 

“that should be the least of your problems y/n.” 

you couldn’t help but scoff at nayeon’s last sentence there as the lights flicker on in the room that you two were in. 

“we’re not done with this by the way,  i hope you know that.” 

there we go, you lit the tinderbox. 

she walks out of the door back into the more lively room as you stand in the open, your cunt pulsating at what nayeon was going to do to you once you two got back to the hotel room. 

maybe this was it–you finally set her off and now you were going to face the consequences. 

—

when you and her eventually make it back to the hotel room, it was nothing like you were expecting. it was just a standard nighttime regimen as you tried to prepare yourself for nayeon by resisting the urge to sleep. 

you lose that battle quite quickly than you’d hoped. 

in the later hours of the night, you were sound asleep whilst nayeon looked over from her side of the bed. she was thinking about how good she was fucking you dumb before ignoring you for almost the entire day. she almost felt bad about doing it, but in that brief moment of clarity in the darkness, she needed to satisfy her needs yet again. 

in a few quick moments, she straddles you, getting rid of the heat building within her as she took her top off before slowly running her hands up your waist to your breasts. 

you barely nudged however, nayeon did like the fact that you slept like a log at times. 

nayeon needed to double down her efforts in riling you up as she started to run her breath across your face and neck—before planting her lips on your pulse point that made you jolt slightly at the contact. nayeon pulls away for a second, her common sense telling her that there was a better way to handle this, but she ultimately shakes her head before diving back to your neck again. 

luckily, you make it easier for nayeon to get access as you perk your head up, giving more space for nayeon to leave marks as she lathers her tongue and lips all over your sensitive point—making you moan a little bit more loudly in the process. 

she then lays over you for a second while fondling your breasts, “you should be awake for this, too bad you might miss out.” nayeon says as she begins to make her way down your body, leaving kisses toward your sensitive area as you shift your back upward again, arching at the contact of her hands and lips. 

pulling away the covers, she notices that you were weaning panties to sleep again, noticing a small spot that was stained right in the middle of your sensitive area as she couldn’t help but chuckle at you. 

“what is it with you having wet dreams recently huh? looking all pretty for me just to ruin you.” 

nayeon ran her hands up your midsection again, this time letting her nails dig into your skin as you slightly trembled at the feeling of her hands while she kissed the inner thigh of your leg—leaving another string of marks. 

she then slides your panties down from your legs, taken aback as you reflexively spread your legs out wide open for her. nayeon was losing all sensibility as she inched ever so closer to your presenting arousal. 

“opening your legs out wide even in your sleep baby? something tells me that you needed me to treat you well like this morning when you couldn’t say it earlier.” 

nayeon runs her thumb over your folds as a string of slick could be seen when she swipes upward, looking at the palm of her hand as she feels your wetness internalizes on her fingertips. 

“you want my fingers inside of you again? i’ll give you more than my fingers baby, all you have to do is just ask me next time.” 

she was having a full on conversation with herself saying the most vile things, but she’d do it all over again anyway. 

nayeon then runs her two fingers across your folds again, before slowly inserting them inside—earning a small grunt from you as you move a bit, still asleep as she continues to insert and draw back her fingers inside you. 

“i love how my fingers just vanish inside your pussy.. you wanted me to fuck you like this while sleeping. god, it’s pathetic of you y/n.” 

nayeon shifts herself back up next to you like this morning as she continues to relentlessly pummel your entrance as you put your arm over your face, almost trying to deny the pleasure that’s happening to you right now. 

“still not enough to get you awake baby?” nayeon asks you as she pumps her hand inside you continuously, before slowing her pace a bit as you were still asleep at this point. 

“maybe this will convince you to wake up.” 

that was the only thing you heard as you started to gain consciousness. 

nayeon’s movement in the dark was still swift, but she managed to mess up by slipping her hand and leg off the bed accidentally before gripping on your leg to stop her from falling. 

she eventually pulls the cover off of you, uncovering your exposed region as nayeon nestles herself between your legs, face hovering over your pussy as she lifts your legs over your shoulders before giving your leaking core light kisses to tease you. 

you feel the light touch of her lips on your entrance as you jolted at the contact, bucking your hips upward as your eyes shot open instantly. 

before you could say anything, nayeon latches her lips and the surge of overwhelming pleasure clouds your mind as you groan out again, nayeon biting your clit to make you squeal out loud enough for the guests next door to hear. 

“n-nayeon…” 

“aww you’re finally awake? well good, cuz i’m cleaning up the mess you made right now.” 

her hand reaches for your breast as she latches her left arm over your stomach, bracing you to the bed as she continues to wreck your swollen pussy with her mouth. 

your grip on the sheets was hard enough to rip them to shreds as she went down on you as she pulls away for a second, your hips shaking as she strips away the super nice feeling of her tongue on your pussy. 

“y-you’re such a bitch n-nay-” 

“i hope this isn’t already too much for you because of how much your legs are shaking, you’re not ready for what i’m about to do next are ya?” 

you tried to sit up in an attempt to defy nayeon’s rule over you, feeling her big hand in the center of your chest, pushing you back down as she grabs your neck, suffocating you slightly as you gasp for air. 

“i know you like this y/n, your body is telling me otherwise.” 

“i–i ngh-” 

you tried your best to come up with a response as you tried to get her hand off your neck so that you could breathe a bit more. that only made nayeon choke you harder as you gasped for air in short, strained breaths. 

“such a mess for me, fuck y/n i was really holding myself back for you all day because of this morning.” 

nayeon loosens her grip on your neck as she runs her nails down your side as you tried to squirm away from her dominant presence. there was simply nowhere to run or hide, nayeon finally had you right where she wanted—a wreck and you liked it. 

“are you ready for another go?” 

nayeon stopped for a second to wait for your approval, the last sign of any saving grace or indication that you were genuinely uneasy with what she was doing. 

it didn’t feel right for nayeon to act like this, but considering that every member has had their fruity moments already as it is from time to time, this was another echelon of an idea that was never toyed with—until tonight. 

so without a second thought running through your mind, your heart was throbbing through your chest as you gave nayeon a simple signal of approval. 

you nod. 

you could feel nayeon’s smile in the bleak light that was breaking through the hotel window as she pounced forward at you on the bed, crashing her lips with yours as she forced your hands over your head, assuring that she still had absolute control over you. 

she pulls away kissing your jaw as you felt the heat more warmly across your body, only for her to lean over your ear once again to whisper something. 

“we’re gonna be at this all night, so you better be prepared, my pretty girl.” 

you whimper as she repositions herself in the same state she was before you woke up as she dove back into your pussy once again with her mouth—this time not letting up in her pace whatsoever as you grab the back of her head to let her tongue get deeper into your walls. 

she was aching with hunger, the only thing that you could do was prolong this new feeling of this version of nayeon for as long as you could as you shift your hips in every direction possible to get the most out of nayeon’s nose and tongue over your seeping entrance. 

nayeon then ups the ante when she pulls away for a second, placing one of her arms over your stomach as she grabs a pillow to elevate your hips off of the mattress. you were still breathless as she slid the pillow under your lower back and got another pillow to stack on top of that. 

you would think that nayeon would give you a quick breather of a break, but that automatically went away as she thrusts her tongue back into your pussy, this time adding three fingers in you as you yelp at the new feeling, lifting yourself off of the pillows only for nayeon to shove you back down, growling at your attempted action. 

“you better not nudge baby, i still need to finish my meal.” 

the only thing that you could respond with was a simple nod, biting your lip to stop yourself from letting out another moan as nayeon continued to pound you endlessly. it’s so new, your body is taking in new information, and your mind is getting clouded by nayeon’s fingers. 

“fuck fuck f-fuck nay, w–wait—oh my god hngh-” 

“don’t ask me to stop now, you’re taking me so well with your pussy being this loose for me hm?” 

you moaned uncontrollably at this point from nayeon’s words, your mind was all but pure mush. 

“please, s-so close ‘wanna cum-” 

nayeon pulls her fingers out of you as she gives your pussy one longing lick, leaving you shuddering as she lapped you up like a popsicle. 

“you ready?” 

“please nay, i can take it.” 

you couldn’t think straight, nayeon could only nod at your impresive resilience as she puts back in one finger inside you.

then another.

then her third finger.

and finally her fourth finger. 

you writhe in the new sensation as she pumps all four fingers inside you back and forth, curling the first joints of each finger as you couldn’t recover for not even a second. 

the intensity is built up as she picks up her pace yet again thrusting her hand, lips latching onto your clit as she keeps herself steady for the next few minutes or so.

you don’t know how long it’s been, you kept tossing and turning at nayeon not giving you any inkling to breathe as she held you down. scratching up your midsection as she bombarded your spent pussy with her spread fingers and swirling tongue ravishing you—your movements slowly subsiding as you felt the buildup in your stomach increasing. 

“nayeon please– ‘m gonna please please please—” 

you pleaded to cum for her at this point—eventually doing so as she let’s your lower body shake out of control, hand gripping your breast again and pinching your nipple as you uttered a literal cry as you tried your best to control your breathing (you couldn’t) as nayeon pulls away giving your cunt one more kiss before trailing upwards back to your face. 

tears were literally seeping out as you calmed down, the urge of sleepiness coming back to you after being edged god knows how many times and nayeon was more proud of herself at you as she laid beside you. it was clearly shown that you were spent, but you were able to tap nayeon’s leg to get her attention before passing out in the end. 

“thank you…” 

“you did so well for me baby, i would do more but i think this is enough for now.” she says to you, raking your hair as your eyes fluttered closed, kissing your cheek as she caressed your boobs and abs again for a few more minutes before pulling the tossed cover from the bed over you and her, cuddling away. 

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[2996-sana]

kookeu's divorced parents

summary: exes to lovers / could this be the start of a new chapter? nayeon let out an exaggerated sigh as her phone pinged, drawing attention to the message on the screen.

y/n: nayeon, i need to see kookeu. it's been two weeks.

rolling her eyes, nayeon swiftly typed back.

nayeon: busy week ahead. can't make it.

chaeyoung, across the practice room, noticed nayeon's dramatic reaction and playfully inquired, "what's bothering you, unnie?"

the question piqued the interest of the other members, who were lounging on the practice room floor after a tiring practice.

nayeon, adopting a frustrated tone, spilled the beans. "y/n is asking about kookeu again."

"sounds like a serious kookeu withdrawal,” momo said.

tzuyu, offering sensible advice, suggested, "just let her see kookeu, unnie. after all, you both adopted him."

"why have you been gatekeeping kookeu lately anyway?" jihyo questioned.

"rumor has it nayeon thinks y/n might be off the market. they’re preparing for a custody battle." jeongyeon, seizing the opportunity to tease nayeon giggled.

nayeon gasped and playfully tossed her cap at jeongyeon. "so what if she is? i don’t care.”

sana leaned in with an exaggerated expression. “kookeu might be meeting his stepmom soon.”

mina, usually reserved, chimed in, "maybe that's why y/n is so eager to see kookeu – she's planning introductions.”

"you two are relentless. kookeu is just a dog, and y/n wants to see him because... because she misses him.” nayeon sighed in mock exasperation. "i can't believe i'm entertaining this conversation. y/n just wants to see kookeu, that's it.”

"are you trying to convince us or yourself?" jeongyeon couldn't help but raise an eyebrow,

chaeyoung chimed in with a giggle, "yeah, unnie, and what's with the sudden detective work? last i checked, she was single."

nayeon, brushing off the playful accusations, rolled her eyes, "since when have you and y/n been besties? anyway, it's not like i'm jumping to conclusions here. two weeks ago, i was at her place, bringing kookeu, the usual routine, right? and then, out of nowhere, a new scent lingered in the air. now, i'm not crazy, but we all know y/n is practically married to that jo malone perfume of hers. so, naturally, i found it a bit suspicious."

"did you ask her about it, unnie?" tzuyu asked.

nayeon, adopting a defensive stance, quickly replied, "no! why would i? it's none of my business anyway."

the other girls exchanged knowing looks. despite nayeon's attempt to sound nonchalant, they were pretty sure she considered it very much her business.

"momo, i'll be off now," nayeon announced from her living room, catching momo's attention. in nayeon's arms was kookeu, and as momo approached, she couldn't resist showering the furry friend with affection, planting kisses on the small dog.

"are you going to see your other mommy today, kookeu? be good, okay," momo cooed to the little dog, who wagged its tail in response.

nayeon, feigning dramatic exasperation, sighed, "yeah, we gotta go."

during the drive, nayeon found it challenging to shake off her nerves and growing annoyance. how dare you be seeing someone new? and to top it off, bringing her to your place? though she tried to convince herself that she didn't care, the possessive feeling lingered. she justified it as merely being protective of kookeu—what if he started favoring the new step-mom over her?

the door of your apartment swung open, and nayeon couldn't help but appreciate the cozy atmosphere you exuded. clad in just a grey hoodie, you looked incredibly cute, and nayeon briefly considered going in for a hug but dismissed the idea as too awkward. instead, she gently placed kookeu on the floor, who immediately dashed inside your apartment and offered a small wave, "hi."

you greeted your ex-girlfriend with a grin, pulling her into a warm hug, "hi, nayeon. i missed you," before turning your attention to kookeu, adding, "and you too, of course, my cute little angel baby."

nayeon couldn't suppress a smile at the heartwarming scene. your affection for kookeu had always been evident, and one of the most challenging aspects of the breakup was being separated from him. although you both adopted him together, it was nayeon's idea, so you respected her decision to let him stay mostly at her place. but now, as kookeu darted around your apartment, nayeon couldn't help but miss this—coming home to you and spending time together with kookeu.

the nostalgia was interrupted by a familiar scent, the lavender that now put her in a sour mood. fond feelings evaporated, replaced by a sense of irritation.

clearing her throat, nayeon headed for the couch, engrossing herself in her phone. after a while, you joined her, dropping kookeu on the floor to explore your space. "how have you been? how are the girls?"

"they're okay," nayeon replied dryly, raising an eyebrow at your concerned expression.

"are you okay?"

"why wouldn't i be?" nayeon scoffed, glancing around the room, noticing the changes in your once-empty space. it used to lack personal touches, as most of your things were at her place. now, with new furniture and decorations, she couldn't help but wonder if you chose them with your new girlfriend. bitterness crept in. "i like what you've done with the place."

"right? i've been having fun decorating, i guess," you sighed. "had a bit of help, though, so i can't take all the credit."

nayeon raised her eyebrows, curious. "oh? from who?"

before you could answer, the doorbell rang. "oh! i had food delivered. your favorite," you exclaimed, rushing to get the food.

as you both indulged in the meal, she momentarily forgot about the new person in your life, and it felt like old times—sharing a meal, joking around. nayeon's momentary lapse allowed the bitter feelings to dissipate, and for a while, it was almost comfortable. however, beneath the surface, a part of her cursed the constant reminder of your shared responsibilities, especially when it involved seeing you so often. if only she didn't have to be around you so frequently, maybe moving on would have been a little easier for her.

her thoughts wandered to the desire to lean in and wipe the side of your mouth, as she used to do when eating together. and when you did something particularly cute, she wished she could just start making out with you right then and there on the floor of your apartment. god, she missed kissing you. it was a luxury she no longer had, unfortunately.

"you look really pretty today," you said with a flirty smile.

nayeon snickered, finding the compliment amusing despite herself. she couldn't deny that your attention had a certain appeal, even though she tried to keep things light.

the moment, however, was rudely interrupted by the intrusive buzz of your phone. annoyance flickered across nayeon's face as she quipped with a teasing edge, "is that your new girlfriend?”

confusion etched your features, "you're being ridiculous. you were the one who wanted to end things. why do you care about my personal life now?”

nayeon gasped, attempting nonchalance, "i don't care if you're seeing someone new. i just find it amusing that you're inviting me over, buying me food, and flirting when you have someone else.”

"so, you don't care then? if i'm with someone else?" you asked, a hint of skepticism coloring your voice.

nayeon hesitated before responding, "no, i don't. besides, she has dreadful taste in scents. lavender? suffocating."

despite her attempt at nonchalance, you sensed there was more to nayeon's feelings. "what about you, nayeon? i'm sure the long line of admirers hasn’t dwindled. who's been hitting you up this week? how many responses did they get?"

the shadow of past insecurities lingered, fueled by the knowledge of nayeon's charm and the potential admirers seeking her attention now that you were no longer together.

nayeon felt a mix of frustration and unspoken emotions. she wanted to assure you that no one else occupied her thoughts, that you were the constant presence in her mind. but right now, she couldn't bring herself to offer any comforting words.

“we’re leaving,” as she announced her departure, nayeon felt a firm grip on her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

you seemed weary, worn out by the misunderstanding. with a tired tone, you clarified, "there's no one new. i just wanted to try something different, so i got a lavender diffuser. see?" your finger pointed towards the diffuser a few feet away, emphasizing the innocence of your actions. "you're so stupid, nayeon."

embarrassment tinged nayeon's cheeks as she noticed the lavender diffuser on the table. "o-okay," she stammered, taken aback by the realization.

your teasing tone cut through the tension, "you don't sound like someone who doesn't care."

nayeon rolled her eyes, unwilling to admit how your words affected her. she opted for silence, gazing at the floor in an attempt to conceal the hints of vulnerability.

your sigh broke the quiet, and the frustration in your voice was palpable. "i... there's not going to be anyone new for a long time, nayeon," you confessed. "i don't know why you think i'd move on so quickly. i didn't even want to break up in the first place."

nayeon chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "no one's getting replies from me either," she joked, meeting your gaze with a hint of contemplation.

feeling the unspoken emotions, nayeon decided to break the tension with an unexpected move.

she closed the gap between you, gently pressing her lips to yours. so gentle you almost don’t feel it at first. you sigh against her mouth. your head is spinning and your heart pounding at the realization that you’re kissing her.

deep down, both of you acknowledge that it's time to figure things out and maybe give your relationship another shot. however, for now, you prefer to let your actions speak louder than words.

"wanna take this to my bedroom?"

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[jsluvtzu]

location

im nayeon x fem!reader

summary: there’s no point in hiding, she already knows.

cw: hs!au, smuttt, mentions of killing, cursing, nayeon is soso jealous, men dni

wc: 2.7k

a/n: this took forever to come out i’m sorry!! but jealous/possessive/toxic nayeon.. i need you…

“wait, so you’ve never gone anywhere without letting her know first?”, your friend was appalled at hearing how nayeon kept tabs on you at all times.

“no, never. i always have to call her first and tell her exactly where i’m going and when i’m gonna be back home. it’s fucking ridiculous.”

you were beyond frustrated with your girlfriend’s possessive nature and borderline stalking.

“well.. except for today.”

“holy shit?? she doesn’t know you’re here? what if she kills you..” your friend’s eyes widen at her sudden realization, “what if she kills me??”, she points at herself and watches as you smack your forehead and lean back against her couch, cackling at her ridiculous question.

“mia, she’s not gonna kill you, relax. she’s just a little protective.”

honestly you were trying to convince both her and yourself. there was always a small possibility that your girlfriend could actually kill somebody.

you knew how carried away she got when it came to you.

—

nayeon was the captain of the cheer team. the popular superstar who ran the social scene at school. she was always getting hit on by random boys and no matter how many times she rejected them, they always came back desperate for more.

people basically kissed the ground she walked on, willing to do anything to please her and make her fall for them. it was an honor to get even a second of im nayeon’s attention.

you however, couldn’t care less even if she was in the same class as you.

in your 6th period physics class, being able to have nayeon as a lab partner was like a dream come true. boys would swarm her desk like bees immediately at the mention of a partner lab, but you never understood the big deal behind it.

of course you thought nayeon was pretty.

her daily pinked-out outfits, perfectly styled hair, not too heavy makeup, and the skin-tight cheer uniform she wore every friday. everything she wore accentuated her proportions insanely.

she was beautiful, but losing your mind over her like everyone else was just pointless to you.

you had one person you were willing to be friends with out of the whole class. mia.

she was just like you. normal and not nayeon obsessed. the two of you always stayed towards the back of the room and kept to yourselves. nayeon noticed that.

well more specifically, nayeon noticed you.

she noticed the way your hair was always a little messy, your oversized shirts always had a little wrinkle to them, your pants were always too baggy, and your worn out converse were caked in with dirt and childhood memories.

she could fix you.

when nayeon first approached you about her overdue homework in the halls, you acted as if she was bothering you instead of granting you the privilege of her presence. it wasn’t the usual interaction she would have with somebody.

unlike the rest of the school, you were the only one able to make eye contact with her and not fold in half.

for the first time, nayeon could have a genuine conversation with someone without being treated like a celebrity.

you were special to her. and she wanted you all to herself.

when you two started dating, word spread around like wildfire. everyone wanted you dead.

the football team threatened you everyday, calling you a lowlife loser and confidently describing the ways they would steal nayeon away from you.

it’s not like you were worried about nayeon being “stolen” from you. it was bound to happen given her popularity. but nobody knew that it was actually nayeon who was worried about you being stolen from her.

she was terrified of losing the one person who could actually love her for who she is and not just what she looks like.

nayeon was worried about one person in particular. your friend, mia. you were always oblivious to the fact that she had a slight thing for you.

the subtle touches here and there, the way she complimented you, the way she looked at you. it was all just platonic to you, but to nayeon, she was a threat.

now imagine how she feels when she finds out you’re suddenly at mia’s house. alone with her.

—

there was a random movie playing in the background while you both sat on the couch sharing a blanket, talking about your girl problems.

mia listened to you with a heavy heart, knowing she could definitely treat you better than nayeon can.

“is she just protective or is she crazy..? i mean you deserve to go places without her knowing your whereabouts 24/7 right? it’s your life, you can do whatever you want. if i was your girlfriend, i wouldn’t be so fucking insane.”, mia was disappointed at how long you’ve had to put up with this.

“hey, she’s not insane okay, it’s all just new to her.. the whole authenticity thing with another person. she doesn’t know how to handle it yet.”

you were slightly offended at mia’s harsh words about your girlfriend, but you agreed with her nonetheless. it was draining having to constantly tell nayeon where you were all the time.

a sudden buzz on your phone made you jump and freeze at the fear of facing your reality.

nayeonie 🎀 1m ago i’m outside.

“what is it, y/n?” mia asked with a hint of concern in her tone, seeing how your demeanor changed.

“she’s.. outside.”, your heart dropped reading your girlfriend’s text, scrambling your brain together to figure out how she tracked you down.

“what do you mean she’s outside??”

“i don’t fucking know, mia. okay?! she just found out somehow, and now she’s fucking here.”, you didn’t mean to yell at her, but your anxiety overtook you.

“i have to go.”

you threw the knitted blanket off your legs and grabbed your bag, racing out the door without saying another word.

nayeon’s car was parked along the curb and her almost illegally tinted windows blocked you from seeing her face.

you slowly walked towards her car, clutching your belongings tightly. a weak attempt at stopping your heart from beating out of your chest.

when nayeon was angry, it was like a flipped switch. she became explosive and aggressive.

but surprisingly, when you opened the door, nayeon kept her eyes straight ahead. she didn’t say a word to you. she had her left arm hanging loosely over the top of the steering wheel, and her right hand gripping the gearshift, fingers tapping a frantic beat.

you were afraid to break the silence. the atmosphere was suffocating and filled with nayeon’s concealed, but obvious irritation.

“how.. how did you know where i was?”, your leg bouncing restlessly and your voice hoarse from nervousness.

nayeon didn’t respond and that only worried you even more. usually she would be screaming in your face about something like this, but today? pure silence.

“nay.. answer me? please?”, you turned to look at your girlfriend and saw her stoic expression. you hated this. you would rather just hear her go off on you instead.

“i’m sorry for not telling you, okay? i just needed some space.”

nayeon slammed down on the brakes and your whole body jerked forward. your mouth fell open, shocked and unable to form any words. you were just glad it was a secluded road with no cars behind.

“space? you just needed some fucking space?”

nayeon stared daggers into your soul, her eyes darkened by her jealousy.

she pulled over to the gravelly side of the road, taking her key out and clicking off her seatbelt.

somehow she appeared on your right side in the blink of an eye, yanking the door open and forcefully grasping your arm.

nayeon peeled you out of the seat, simultaneously opening the backseat door with one hand. she guided you forward until you reached the perfect spot for her to shove you down into the hard leather.

you winced at her roughness and caressed your head in pain, composing yourself enough to sit up and scoot yourself back against the window.

“thought you could just go to some other bitch’s house and i wouldn’t find out hm?” nayeon slid into the seat behind the passenger’s and slammed her car door shut.

she was smiling like an absolute psychopath. her face contrasted her words drastically between her soft tone and bared teeth.

“was the ‘space’ you needed in her bed? huh? needed some space between your fucking legs?”

nayeon surveyed the skimpy clothes you wore, messing with the thin fabric of your skirt.

“you even dressed up all nice and pretty for her baby. you were tempting her weren’t you? hm? just wanted her to see all your pretty parts?”

nayeon rubbed her warm hands along the length of your legs to the insides of your thighs, squeezing them lightly on the way up.

“please can we just talk about this, nay. i don’t wanna fuck right now.”, you were trying so hard to fight back the urge to give in when you felt your girlfriend’s hand get dangerously close to your clit.

nayeon hummed and moved her hands up to your waist, rubbing her thumbs over whatever was exposed from your tight crop top.

“but there’s nothing to talk about, is there, pretty girl? you knew this would happen. you knew i would find you.”

nayeon moved to the middle of the seat and grabbed your legs, pulling you over to straddle her lap. her hands flew to your ass, rubbing and grabbing at your flesh under your skirt, making you whine.

“nayeon, i’m serious. i’ve never told you mia’s address before, you’re fucking scaring me.”, your hands wrapped freely around her neck, feeling her warmth radiating against your fingertips. your faces were impossibly close together in her cramped car and your lips grazed each other faintly.

she smiled at you again. “i have my ways, sweetheart.”, nayeon leaned in to kiss you, but you pulled away.

“i’m not giving you anything until you talk to me.”

you weren’t going to deny the fact that you were unbelievably horny right now, you just wanted to clear the air beforehand.

“i don’t think you have much of a choice in this position, angel.”

throwing your head back in annoyance was a bad idea.

nayeon took that opportunity to attack your pulse point with her soft lips and wet tongue.

her arms held your body tight against her, locking you in with no escape.

your whiny moans only gave nayeon the primal urge to nip and suck on your perfume soaked skin.

she kissed her way down your throat to bite the point of your shoulder and ran her tongue back up to your ear, whispering in a deep, raspy voice that sent chills down your spine.

“g’na mark you all up for that desperate little bitch to see exactly who you belong to.”

bruises and bite marks immediately formed on every inch of your neck, evidence of your girlfriend’s sadistic message to mia.

nayeon shifted her hand underneath your skirt and palmed your pussy through the damp fabric of your cotton panties, cooing and mocking you for being turned on by her teasing.

she kept one arm wrapped around your lower back, her middle finger tracing circles lightly around your clothed clit.

soft moans escaped your lips and you found yourself subconsciously grinding against nayeon’s hand.

“aw, is my pretty baby getting all needy for me? does she need me to fuck her that bad?”

you nodded your head and whined in nayeon’s ear, trying your best to sound as sweet as possible.

nayeon’s lips made contact with your neck again, sinking her teeth into your flesh, driving you absolutely crazy.

she quickly moved your panties to the side, giving herself free reign to make you feel good.

she ran her fingers through your slit a couple times before inserting herself inside you slowly.

nayeon’s fingers were long. everytime you compared hand sizes, the length of them next to yours triggered the most sinful thoughts in your mind. the way she could palm your full asscheek with one grab drove you crazy with need.

the tips of her two fingers kissed the deepest part of your cervix when she bottomed out inside of you. she kept her movements still and allowed you some time to adjust to her length.

you let out a drawn out moan and brought your own hand down to grab at nayeon’s wrist.

nayeon pulled out of you slowly, staring at you with nothing but lust in her eyes.

when she left your pussy feeling empty, you mewled and gave her your best puppy eyes, pleading for her to continue fucking you with her stupidly long fingers.

“please.. just fuck me already, please baby, ‘need you..”, your hips chased her fingers in search of your own pleasure, but to no avail. nayeon just tsked at you and gripped your hip to stop you from squirming.

“you know what i want, sweet girl.”

it took you a moment to realize what she was asking for, but you quickly remembered how much nayeon liked to watch you fuck yourself on her fingers.

you nodded and sank yourself down slowly onto nayeon’s digits, keeping eye contact with her the whole time. you forced your eyes to stay open, letting out short, breathy moans.

“that’s it baby, that’s my girl.”, nayeon praised you as you moved your hips in a rhythm, riding her fingers and pressing your forehead against hers.

“just keep looking pretty like this for me. fuck.. all for me. you’re all mine, right baby?”

your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could tell that nayeon’s gaze never left yours. her tongue running across her lips, licking them to keep herself together.

she helped you out by thrusting her fingers in sync with your movements, matching your pace. your clit landed perfectly on her flexed palm every time you lowered your core back down.

“yes, fuck- ‘m all yours nay- only yours.”

nayeon could tell you were getting close when she felt your walls tightening around her and your pace getting sloppier.

“yeah? you mean that?”

“mhm, fuck- nobody else can fuck me like this. god, you feel too good-“

you were so, so close to cumming. the built up pleasure in you was ready to release, but nayeon had a different idea in mind.

hearing you reaffirm that you were hers made it incredibly hard for her to control the urge to just fuck you senseless, but she didn’t want you to have that sweet release. not after the stunt you pulled. you were just lucky she was even touching you right now.

nayeon snatched her fingers out just when you were at the edge of your high, steadying you with both hands back at your waist.

“aw, did my dumb little baby really think she was gonna cum after she tried to be sneaky like that? poor thing..”, she was taunting you now by slapping your clit harshly, knowing it would make you finish anyways.

you gripped at nayeon’s shoulders, bunching up the sleeves of her shirt in your hands and hiding your face in the crook of her neck, mumbling out small apologies in between choked whimpers.

nayeon heard another alert ring on your phone. you were too fucked out and tired to be aware of it, so she hugged you with one arm and leaned forward to reach for your phone in the cup holder up front.

she typed in your password and went to your messages to see a text from her.

mia 🧸 2m ago u good?? hope ur gf didn’t get jealous or wtv lmao

your “gf” laughed at mia’s audacity, tapping the camera icon next to the message bar.

“smile for the camera, baby.”

nayeon lifted your head off her shoulder and adjusted the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead with sweat, angling the phone to capture every freshly purple mark she left on your neck and your cutely flushed face.

you heard the sound of the photo being sent and looked down to see nayeon with a big smile on her face, typing something along with it.

“ 'd you really have to do that, nay?”, you shook your head at her while wiping the sweat off your top lip.

“it’s either this, or i kill her and her whole family.”

and she meant every word.

#twice imagines #twice x reader #twice smut #kpop x reader #kpop gg #nayeon x reader #nayeon smut #im nayeon

[melpomene-writes]

scream (just for me, sugar)

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

the whistle of the kettle is almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your erratic pulse.

almost.

it’s a deafening thump, thump, thump, that seems to irregulate itself every few beats, tormentingly prominent. your blood runs like ice, your skin prickled by a sweat so cold that you envy the boiling water inside the appliance.

your once sleepy town is now riddled with anxious insomnia, kept standing by a ceaseless stream of adrenaline, intensifying with every homicide report. so many murders. multiple culprits. nobody is safe.

at least you’re fortunate enough to be safe from one of the killers. ‘ghostface’ is what they call her: the masked monster who guts and cuts her victims, stamping their corpses with a polaroid capturing their dying breaths. psychotic. cruel. unpredictable.

you, on the other hand, call her nayeon. the love of your life.

it’s not that you’re oblivious to her nightly atrocities. rather, you’ve elected to not give a shit. ever since you first met the woman, when she bought you a drink at a dive bar and taught you how to play poker in a dingy booth with a strong arm around you, you’ve been infatuated. she oozes suavity, sex, and a protectiveness over you that makes you feel all warm inside. you’re safe with her, and she knows how to take care of her woman. so, you look past the barbaric crimes. it’s easier that way.

mostly, sure, your decision to turn a blind eye to her ways is horrendous. sometimes it upsets you. but nayeon kisses away the tears, holds you close and tells you that you’re perfect. her angel, incapable of doing any wrong. and it only feels right to believe her.

presently, however, she isn’t here to keep you safe. impenetrable darkness blankets the sky, leaving you vulnerable to the bloody fruits of the night.

with a shaky breath, you reach for the kettle, fighting off a tremble as you lift the spout to your mug. your unoccupied hand buries itself in the sleeve of your jumper—hers, to be specific, but it brings you the illusion of comfort. desperately trying not to hone your senses in on your pounding heart, your eyes focus on the water streaming from the kettle.

two loud raps sound against the back door of your house. a silent scream leaves you, the kettle falling from your grip. frantically, your hand flies to your mouth. it stifles your shriek as your phone begins to ring from the counter.

tears prick your eyes as you stumble towards the ringing. your quivering hand moves to check the caller id.

nay ♡

without thinking, you accept the call, bringing the device to your lips to whisper into the microphone.

“i’m outside. open up, baby,” resounds her voice through the speaker, deep and inviting as always.

instantaneous relief floods your system. it’s just her.

the frozen blood in your veins thaws as you hang up, shakily making your way to the back door. breathing deeply, calming yourself, you sequentially unfasten the numerous locks bolted to the door. even though they only lock from the inside, you still replace them every year, just in case.

the door swings open, unveiling the caller.

nayeon leans against the back porch with a perfected nonchalance. her height and broadness obscures most of the porch light, faintly silhouetting her formidable frame. she isn’t wearing the cloak she kills in, only an old pair of jeans and a wifebeater, and the shadow she casts would have to work overtime to conceal the rippling contours of her muscle. her arms, delightfully bulky with strength, are littered with small visible scars, her left arm especially while decorated shoulder-to-wrist with clockwork tattoos. dark crimson stains her forearms—her torso, too, forcing her tank to cling to the sculpted flesh beneath. the bedevilled mask after which her title was earned, a black hood with a now-bloodied white, ghoulish face contorted into a scream, still shrouds her beautiful face.

even though she’s currently working two extremely sodden leather gloves off her hands, and you can’t see the smirk inevitably residing beneath her guise, she’s a work of art. a forbidden sculpture, as captivating as she is fear-inspiring.

one look at her, and all the past hours of anxiety melt from your veins.

“did i scare you?” nayeon lilts bemusedly, faintly muffled by the mask, pushing up from her languid stance. she invites herself into your home, stuffing her filthy gloves into her jean pocket. the delightfully strong hands underneath are pristinely clean, to keep forensics guessing, of course, but she likes to keep her hands tidy just for you.

a rattled breath escapes you as she closes the door behind. “everyone’s scared right now, nay,” you shake your head. “halloween is only a few days away, and the bodies will pile up like they always do. plus, you never told me you were coming. you have to expect the worst these days,” you frown, gesturing to the kitchen knife you keep out for emergencies. she sharpened it herself, coupled with a promise that you’ll never have to use it with her to protect you.

beneath the mask, she snorts. “takes a new kind of stupid to go around killing on halloween,” nayeon chuckles. “cops are on high-alert, you got parents and kids walking about knocking on doors—”

“does that ever stop anyone in this town?” you sigh. a chill overcomes you as you dwell on the thought. shuddering, you rub your arms through your sweater.

“it stops me.” a sympathetic smile is audible in her voice, even if you can’t see it. “so i’ll be right by your side if anyone tries something, and you know they’d take one look at me and run for the hills, sweetheart,” she reassures you. the tone is a medicinal honey for your ears, soothing all your fears in a matter of seconds.

gently, your lips quirk into a small smile. “will you tell me when you’re gonna get here, instead of just showing up unexpectedly like today?” you ask, taking a step forward.

nayeon matches your stride, closing the gap between you. she towers over you, a viper poised to intimidate its dinner, a pitiful little mouse.

both of you find it exhilarating.

a psychological gravity wills you backwards until the edge of the counter meets the small of your back. the display of submission doesn’t go amiss. she elicits a pleased hum, closing in on you, musing, “i thought you expected me tonight, honey.”

confused, you quirk your brow. “oh?”

“don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the pictures you sent me a few hours ago,” she light-heartedly tuts.

oh, those pictures.

the thick, perturbed night air had wiped the slate of your mind clean. you had forgotten all about the fact that underneath nayeon’s old jumper, you’re donning a pink, lacy matching set that you bought earlier this afternoon, knowing full well she adores you in anything dichotomous to her rough nature. With the intention of riling your girlfriend up, just enough to make the night unforgettable, you snapped a couple of pictures without the jumper…

images that she saw, she opened, before leaving you on read.

recalling this frustrating detail, you pout.

nayeon observes this, reaching to toy with the hem of your jumper. “what’s the matter?” she purrs, ghosting her fingers over the tops of your thighs. “are you mad at me, or something?”

she’s teasing you, knowing full well you couldn’t resent her if you tried. besides, there’s no hope in trying when her fingers are so warm, despite the autumnal chill she walked god-knows how long in to reach your house.

pout faltering in part, you hook your fingers through the belt-loops of her jeans, beckoning her dangerously close. “you didn’t text me back when i sent you those pictures,” you mumble, looking up into the abyssal black sockets of her mask’s eyes.

she sucks in a breath; with her expression obscured, you can’t determine whether it’s one of titillation or mocking pity. with her, they typically coincide. “oh, baby,” she drawls, her other hand reaching to caress your cheek. “you know i would have. i was a little preoccupied, that’s all.”

your eyes flicker to her left wrist, mesmerised briefly by the whisps of black ink painting a machine of cogs and gears all the way to her shoulder. the carefully administered art is jarringly tainted by splashes and sprays of dried blood.

“i haven’t stopped thinking about them,” she continues, trailing her fingers down your neck, drinking in the way you shiver at the gentle touch. “you were so distracting, i got a little messier than intended. that poor sucker had no idea what a treat i had waiting for me,” she mutters, her implications somehow disturbing yet positively nectareous. “let me make it up to you, yeah?”

“hm… boots off first,” you smile, kissing her clavicle where it’s exposed.

unlacing your fingers from her belt loops, you spin on your heel and embark on a path upstairs, leaving nayeon to remove her filthy footwear. she kneels down and begins to work at them, but the freakish face of her mask is tilted towards you. “you’re gonna make me chase you, huh, sweetness?”

giggling lightly, you look over your shoulder. “i thought you were into that?”

rather than awaiting her response, you elect to disappear behind a door frame, excitedly making your way up the stairs. when you reach the bedroom, you discard your jumper, roughly inspecting it for any smears of blood under the glow of the lamplight before deciding that it can wait until tomorrow morning. you toss it carelessly somewhere behind you, far more focused on giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror.

nayeon could care less about what you wore in her presence, but whenever you make a special effort for her, she thanks you in full. an artistic streak lives in her, and she can’t help but want to see you dolled-up in every delicate fabric, every color, in every light. her passion for photography knows two flavours: malevolence by her knife and knuckles, and sensuality by you, her seraphic muse, her aphrodite.

absent in the morsel of vanity you allow yourself, you fail to register nayeon’s shadow lingering by the door frame. “isn’t that a sight,” she marvels.

your attention shifts to the door, where nayeon shamelessly lets her eyes roam over the curves of your body; you don’t need her to remove the mask to feel the weight of her lustful, wandering gaze.

she stalks over to you. despite having met her almost a year ago, butterflies still emerge when she closes in on you like this: unhurried, yet with ravenous intent; a lion cornering a gazelle.

“so beautiful,” she murmurs as you gravitate towards her, muffled under the mask. a cloudy warmth floods your skin at the sincerity in her tone.

in an unnecessary—but swoon-worthy—display of unwavering strength, nayeon bends down and lifts you into her arms by your thighs. your legs wrap around her waist as your hands cup her neck, thumb grazing over the flexing tendons underneath her skin, while she carries you over to the bed. you’re eye-to-eye with a blood-soaked mr. hyde, yet safe in the embrace of dr. jekyll.

brutal as she may be, nayeon lowers you onto your bed with nothing but care, aligning your head with the plumpest pillow she can see. she hovers over you, parting your legs gently with her knee, working it snugly against your clothed heat, admiring the way your mouth parts breathlessly at her touch.

your hands explore her, eagerly ushering her closer until your chests are flush against one another. she’s wonderfully warm; the intimacy of the proximity is enough to offset the strange feeling of her wifebeater, damp with blood, pressed against you. you deeply inhale her scent, looking past the remnants of gore, focusing on the spiced jasmine of the soap she likes. caged between her body and the mattress, you’re home.

the need to feel her lips against yours is an incandescent flame, her knee between your legs only serving as fuel for the fire. ordinarily, you would savour the firmness of her arms and back, ghosting your nails over the muscle in the way that deliciously tests her patience, but at the present you want nothing more than to rid her of that damn mask. you reach for the black fabric of the hood, tilting your head to pre-emptively align your lips.

alas before you can pull it off, a hand clasps around your wrist. a whimper escapes you, a pang of desperation striking your heart. “kiss,” you mumble half-intelligibly, pouting at the denial.

nayeon chuckles darkly, revelling in the despairing look in your eyes. god knows she could never refuse you completely. but there’s something inexplicably delightful about making you ache for her, having you succumb to the depths of depravity, especially with the remnants of a kill fresh on her mind and body. a slither of ghostface has to surface on occasion—she can’t have you getting too spoilt.

“patience.”

as delicately as it’s spoken, the word is a command. a whimpered plea might alter her decision, maybe with a few frustrated tears; you know that rendering yourself to such a pathetic state historically garnered the sweetest outcomes. the quietest “nayeon” would have her ripping the mask off without question, banishing any thought she had of continuing this little trial of obedience.

obedience, however, always comes with rewards. the promise of over-indulgence is left unspoken. thus you suppress your visceral urge to give into the craving, relaxing back into the pillow.

“that’s my good girl,” nayeon coos, running her thumb over your bottom lip. it quivers at the pet name as your heart swells with emotion. no euphoria compares to being her good girl. there isn’t a higher praise she could offer you. being hers, nayeon appreciating your submission and discipline… the world could collapse and it wouldn’t dampen your adoring pride.

“let me make you feel good,” she murmurs, nudging your legs further apart with her knee.

bracing herself with a thick, veiny forearm by your head, she lets her hand inch its way down your body. nayeon takes her time, grazing her thumb over your nipple through the lace of your bra. you shiver under her warm touch, a welcomed contrast to the crisp night air.

her touch lightens as she drifts her fingers over your abdomen—not light enough to tickle, but enough to evoke a reflexive twitch. your stomach flutters with anticipation, heat emanating from between your thighs as her fingers inch towards where you need her most.

“don’t tease me, nay,” you blurt out, thoughts a wanton, foggy mess.

as her calloused fingertips slip beneath your underwear, torturously close to the crest of your desire, she pledges, “i wouldn’t dream of it, sugar.”

in tandem, as the heat radiating from nayeon’s fingers coalesces with your aching arousal, you both suck in a short, shallow breath. not even your bout of bone-chilling fear from earlier was enough to offset the product of hours of yearning leading up to this moment. and, while a clearer-thinking version of yourself would protest, the sight of her all roughed-up and covered in the aftermath of bloodlust only intensifies those feelings. it’s only natural; anyone blessed enough to have had a taste of what she can do to a woman, just with a couple of fingers and a few buttery-sweet words, would find themselves craving seconds and thirds.

beneath the pantomimic veil, you can picture the arrogant smirk on her face clear as crystal. she reserves every right to be cocky when she has you conditioned to practically drip at her whim.

calculating, she presses against your heat, rubbing slow circles over your quim until it’s thoroughly coated in your slick. it’s a dizzying sensation: the pleasure is faint enough to leave you wanting, and she seldom allows her fingertips to brush against your clit, but when she does, it’s electric.

“do you want me inside?” she asks with prurience. with a shallow breath, you nod, gently rocking your hips into her touch. “words,” she demands softly.

“please,” you whimper, praying to some indulgent deity that it would suffice. you pull her as close as you can manage, a hand slipping under her tank to roam the powerful muscles of her back. nothing compares to feeling her raw strength.

hasteless, she sinks a thick finger into your heat. you bite your lip, feeling yourself clench around each knuckle as she buries herself to the hilt. humming contentedly, she gives a couple of slow, experimental thrusts, musing to herself, “i’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.”

a breathy sigh escapes you as her finger ghosts over something devilishly sweet inside of you. it awakens something. opting to poke the bear, judgement overridden by need, you ask, “even while you were—” she works a second finger into you, delivering a delightful fullness. “—‘out’?”

amusement rumbles through her chest; your hand flattens against her sturdy back, bracing yourself for her response. “i didn’t take you for a deviant, sweetness,” nayeon laughs, beautifully sinister. you whine as she curls her fingers, her thumb sweeping over your clit. she thrusts again, deeper, sights aimed down at the spot that will have you writhing underneath her. her anatomical knowledge extends well beyond arteries and veins—you’ve learned that much over the months.

“is that a—oh—no?” you choke on a moan as she caresses that spot within. she doesn’t stop, undulating her fingers deliberately while you lose your ability to think, melting into the bedding.

“you wanna know the truth?” she husks, taking her time with her heavenly affliction.

lost in sensation, you nod, the gesture cut short when concurrently with her blissful ministrations, she begins to rub circles against your clit with her thumb. your head lolls back with a ragged mewl.

nayeon feeds her ego with your ruination. “the truth is, i woke up wanting to fuck you into the mattress,” she groans, her wave-like rhythm inside of you bleeding into something slightly rougher, something you didn’t know you needed until it sends shockwaves through your core. “i had a whole plan going. i was gonna go home and shower after dealing with my little ‘problem’, strap up just for you, bring a bottle of that wine i know you like. but then,” she growls, accentuated by a rather mean thrust, “you just had to send me those pretty little pictures. and that bastard couldn’t bleed out fast enough.”

the hiss she relinquishes as your nails sink into the thick muscle of her back was almost enough to send you into orbit. “i must have stabbed him forty times before he finally stopped breathing. i even asked him to speed it up. explained i had a meal waiting for me back home, and i intended to eat good tonight,” she chuckles with cruelty.

“fuck, nay,” you moan, indescribably turned on by her tale. it’s wrong, it’s so fucking wrong, but knowing you have that effect on her feels right. you’re meant to be together.

“you’re squeezing me, baby,” she drawls, effortlessly maintaining her pace through the added force. “you don’t care what i am, do you? not when i make you feel this good.”

relentlessly, she rips mewl after mewl from your throat. you’re drowning in the lewd sound of your wetness muddied with the upper palm of her hand slapping against your heat with every deep thrust. clawing at her back, you pant, incapable of thought beyond nayeon.

overwhelmed, you bury your face in her shoulder, whining against her salt-licked skin, “just like that. just like that. ‘m gonna come, nay—”

“come for me, sugar,” she grunts.

the world grinds to a halt as you fall over the precipice with a sweet, hoarse cry. relief rocks through you with intensity, all the tension leaving your body in a violent shudder. nayeon slows down, rolling her hips alongside more tender thrusts to prolong your ecstasy, murmuring, “that’s it. always so good for me.”

as the stars disappear from your vision, a hazy bliss washes over you. nayeon is still nestled inside of you, and you feel her fingers twitch with an eagerness to pummel you to peak all over again, but she stills as she watches you succumb to that foggy afterglow.

in a brief moment of clarity, you glance up at her. right now, all you want is to see her face. her face, not the visage of a blood-spattered ghoul.

shakily, you reach up and tug off the mask by the fabric of its hood.

nayeon, while her lips are quirked with unadulterated arrogance, stares down at you with a softness in her gaze you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. her dark hair is tousled and struggling to stay in its style, and a splash of crimson stains her neck, yet she remains the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on.

maybe the tentativeness in her steel eyes is extra prominent because this is the first time you have given yourself to every part of her. for possibly the first time, she realizes you love her for who she is, even if it isn’t right, even if it’s depraved, immoral, criminal.

you think, as a smile finds its way onto your lips, that you’re overdue for a kiss.

tossing the mask to the side, you crane your neck off the pillow and seal the gap between your lips. they’re smooth, warm and taste faintly of the plain, unbranded chapstick she swears by, and after what feels like an eternity, they’re on yours at last. sighing, nayeon leans down further so you don’t have to exert yourself, resting her weight on you to deepen the kiss. every languid, intimate glide of her lips against you makes your heart flutter.

all too soon she breaks away, panting softly. “mind if i take my shirt off?” she rasps. “it’s starting to dry.”

laughing softly, you roll your eyes. “yes, severely,” you tease. “keep wearing your crunchy tank top.”

nayeon sits upright, carefully withdrawing her fingers from your warmth, groaning, “let’s keep ‘crunchy’ out of the bedroom, shall we?” she smiles at the giggle you let out.

the giggle is swiftly cut short as she pulls the tank off her body, leaving her bare from the waist up—wearing a bra gives her one more thing to clean blood off of, so she rarely wears them. muscle ripples through her rich brown skin, a testament to her formidable strength. years of hard work is chiselled into her flesh. if that isn’t enough to make a woman drool, your eyes shamelessly drift to her chest, zeroing in on her dark areolas. you follow her body down, past the enticing swell of her chest, following the faint happy-trail down to the line of her belt.

you almost regret sending nayeon those pictures, otherwise, according to her, she would be packing.

she doesn’t need to ask if you like what you see, although her ego does persuade her to do so on occasion. she knows she’s a sculptor’s dream.

equally as greedily, nayeon indulges in the sight of you sprawled out beneath her, a monolithic demon of lust towering above you. absentmindedly she licks her fingers clean of your spend, smirking as you tremble at the sight.

just like that, an ache begins to well in your core all over again.

hungry for another slice of euphoria, you hook your thumbs underneath the band of your panties, pushing them down from your hips. nayeon helps you, and if you’re hungry, she’s positively voracious; you hear the distant snap of elastic as she rids your legs of them.

frowning, you give her a vaguely disappointed look. “i bought those today,” you pout.

nayeon attempts to soften the blow with a kiss to your ankle. “please, they were already ruined. your bra has blood on it anyway. i’ll replace them,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes, discarding the underwear.

the former comment brings warmth to your cheeks. rudimentary as it is, she always takes pride in how your body responds to her leading up to the deed, and the state of you afterwards.

with your legs either side of her, nayeon lowers herself back on top of you, bracing herself on the headboard as she leans down for another kiss. the buckle of her belt is cold as ice against your navel, evoking a shiver from you as you arch up to meet her halfway. this time, there are no illusions of romance as her lips move against yours, only burning passion and an insatiable appetite. softly, you moan against her, silently willing for her to take the reins.

hushed against your lips, she murmurs an offer you doubt you could ever bring yourself to refuse: “more?”

your body begs for it. “i’m yours.”

fervently, nayeon trails wolfish kisses down your neck, the imprints of her lips warm in her wake. she laves her tongue across your nipple over the lace of your bra, the warmth and sensitivity rendering you breathless. but she is as desperate for a taste of you as you are to satiate her, so she continues her path south until her face settles between your spread thighs.

nayeon wastes no time in easing them over her broad shoulders. her breath is tantalising, fanning over your nerves in an evil fashion as she admires how you glisten for her, craving a reckoning only her mouth could ever bring.

with an iron grip on your thighs and a ravenous growl, she closes her lips around your heat, devouring the remnants of your orgasm with a swipe of her tongue.

the sound that escapes you is unintelligible, bleeding into an even sharper mewl as nayeon moves to lazily suck on your clit. pleasure spikes your veins, a rapturous injection of white light that makes you forget your own name.

she takes her time, staring at your panting chest and twitching stomach, watching as you surrender yourself to a delightful madness under her control. you’re perfect in this moment to her: oblivious to anything other than the pleasure she eagerly delivers you, incapable of anything but garbled moans of her name and senseless, impulsive pleas. delirious. utterly delirious.

so she stops.

despairing, you whimper while she grins, hips bucking into the air with the hope of finding relief. your clit throbs, begging for the return of her lips and tongue.

“nayeon, please,” you sob. you hold your breath as she appears to descend once again, met only with the betrayal of a chaste kiss to your inner thigh. frustrated tears prick your eyes.

“you look like an angel right now,” she hums sadistically. “so used to getting what you want that you shut down when you’re denied it.”

the gnawing in your core spirals with each passing second her lips are detached from your slick heat. a scientist testing a hypothesis, nayeon analyses your face as it contorts into a display of pitiful desperation. she purrs as your hole clenches around nothing, essence dripping.

“this is torture, isn’t it, sweet thing?” she laughs fiendishly. “that needy little pussy is crying for me.”

the weight of her gaze borders on humiliating. the denial is agony. those crystalline tears threaten to spill.

“don’t worry, baby. i won’t make a habit of this,” she coos, a mocking undertone laced in her whisky-smooth voice. “you’re always so good for me. it wouldn’t be fair, now, would it?” god, you’re aching with such ferocity it makes you want to claw off your skin. delicate pleas tumble from your lips. “even though you look a damn treat,” she adds lowly, confirmed she’s playing out a long-lived fantasy from the depths of her mind.

as your hips rock against nothing but the warmth of her breath, nayeon removes a hand from your thigh—she only needs one to keep you pinned to the mattress—and withdraws her phone from her jean pocket. “you know, we haven’t added to our little portfolio in a while, honey. what do you say?” she husks.

that portfolio. your dirty little secret. nayeon can work a camera lens as masterfully as she can work her fingers and tongue, if the gory polaroids of her victims in the newspaper was proof of anything. she had a penchant for immortalising your rapture-ridden body in the forms of picture and film. a not-so-guilty pleasure of hers, for her eyes only.

nayeon made it clear on your first ‘set’ together that your face would never appear in frame, not once. if you told her to stop recording, she’d stop. she’d snap her phone in two if you asked, or displayed the first sign of regret. and if anyone managed to pry their way into her phone and find your hidden tapes, she promised to gouge out their eyes with her bare hands, saw off their tongue, break every bone in their damn body—

oh, god, her lips are on your thigh, her unoccupied hand applying a pressure to your pelvis that shouldn’t feel as fucking good as it does. you breathe out a pitchy whine, feeling yourself drip onto the bedding.

nayeon smirks knowingly. “you’re so pretty like this… one little video, and i’ve got this image forever. you can go back to being my spoilt little princess, just like you want.” the marionette strings are within her grasp. she knows just what to say to make an offer irresistible.

breathlessly, you nod, praying for the bittersweet torture to end. “whatever you want, nay. i need you, please,” you whimper, weakly reaching for the hand just above your mons.

“you can say no, sweetheart,” she reassures softly. nefarious as she is, she wouldn’t want anything but your enthusiastic consent.

a question eats away at your heart. morally dubious, but plaguing in its intrigue. an answer would cement your agreeance to her proposal. “do you watch them back after you film me?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

she chuckles briefly, sinisterly, as if replaying a delightful scene in her mind. “stakeouts can get real lonely. sometimes i need a reminder of what’s waiting for me,” she confesses without a modicum of shame.

the notion of your lover camping out of sight, only half paying attention to her prey in favor of watching you shake and unravel in one of your homemade videos, just to tide her over until she can get her next dose of you... your mind blanks, briefly forgetting about the ache between your thighs in dire need of soothing. that’s a new level of transgression you couldn’t prepare yourself for.

“i want to,” you blurt out without further pondering.

“that’s my girl,” she grins. nayeon pushes up, unlocking her phone, reaching for a pillow to support it by your side. a clothed knee finds purchase between your legs; to destroy your mind further or to gently appease the ache, you’ll never know. using the front-facing camera, she positions her phone so that your body from the chest down is in shot.

satisfied with the angle, she gently taps the red record button, biting her lip at the anticipative rising and falling of your chest, nipples pebbled with arousal through your bra. “beautiful,” she mutters under her breath, pressing a hot kiss to your sternum on her descent towards your core.

“don’t you worry about the sound not picking up, sugar,” she grins, folding your thighs in on yourself for easier access to your cunt. her thumbs spread you apart for her, out of shot, but her eyes are the most important recipient to the way you shudder at the rough handling. without warning, she spits on your pussy, ripping a gasp from your lips, one that swiftly bleeds into a mewl as she runs her tongue along your folds.

her eyes meet yours, glinting wickedly.

“i’m gonna make you fucking scream.”

for the anon that requested this to be reposted. i remember writing this while watching ncis.

#kpop x reader #kpop imagines #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice nayeon x reader #twice nayeon imagines #im nayeon x reader #im nayeon imagines #nayeon x reader #nayeon imagines #girl group imagines #gxg imagines #kpop #twice #twice nayeon #im nayeon #nayeon #girl group #gxg

[nr1chaedickrider]

'i just can't leave you alone.'

need her so bad actually...... been thinking about perv nayeon sooo much.. real jihyo fans know where the title is from hehehe

cw: kinda stalker nayeon??, voyeurism (idk if its the right term but the members are next to them), unnie kink (aka nayeon gets turned on by you calling her unnie), dubcon, somnophilia, idk maybe even gaslighting? light bondage (hands are tied together)

not proofread bc its six in the morning im tired sorry for mistakes

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Nayeon, the oldest member of twice, is especially known for her love for the maknae line, especially you. Being the youngest member with 23, she always took care of you like the good unnie she is!!

But what if her care for you goes too far?

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" the member flood the gc with messages as soon you wake up.

You're now 24 years old.

You already know that the members planned something for you, especially nayeon.

She is behaving weird since some weeks...

Pictures of you sleeping appearing in your room after you come back home from schedule.. Its like she is watching you.

But its normal... right???

Its nothing bad. Or weird.

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You dress up, walking to the living room since its now later in the day, and the members of course want to celebrate with their dear maknae.

"hi guys" you greet them as you walk into the living room, they all smile at you and hug you, nayeon hugging you, but not wanting to let go.

"I love you so much Y/n, happy birthday!! Ive prepared something special just for you.." she whispers the last part. Sending you shivers down your spine.

You try ignoring it, starting conversations with your members, playing games, drinking and other stuff.

But it was like someone was watching you the whole time.

Of course, after some time, the members (actually mostly just jeongyeon and jihyo..) want to play with minas switch, so they start playing mario party. Nayeon sits down next to you on the couch while the other members are busy being competitive.

You feel a finger trace your thigh under the blanket.

You look at Nayeon who smirks at you.

"Nayeon- what are you doing" you whisper-shout, taking her hand and putting it away.

"Shhh.. you dont want them to hear, dont you?" she whispers into your ear, nibbling on it as she places her hand on your core.

"i-" your shocked.

Why is she doing this?

She cant.

She is like your big sister!

"nayeon stop-" you try pushing her away without the members noticing.

She thrusts her fingers inside, making you let out a whine which you quickly cover eith a cough.

The members are too busy playing those stupid games.

You try to hide your moaning, it feels good... But you cant do this.

"nayeon please-" you still try to push her away, her fingers burried deep inside of you.

She pulls her fingers out.

"Come to my room in an hour." she whispers seducingly in your ear.

What is she doing?

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You stand infront of Nayeons door, knocking.

Once, Twice.

She pulls you into her room, shutting the door and locking it.

A soft black silk cloth touches your wrist. You cant even progress what happens.

She pushes you to her bed, your wrists tied together in a tight knot.

"Nayeon-" you try to say something but she pushes you so much, you fall onto the bed.

She looks down at you, only know you realise she has almost nothing on.

"Im tired of doing this only when you're asleep.." she says, sitting down on your lap as she starts kissing your neck, sucking on it like a wild animal.

You let out some whimpers.

"Nayeon please- what do you mean-" you look at her while she eagerly takes of your shirt.

Your bra lands on the floor right after she took of your shirt.

"Your nipples are so hard... You just want me to suck them. Dont you baby?"she grins. Taking one of your erected buds in her mouth, sucking, nibbling on it.

A part of you enjoys it.

But most parts of you need to know what he fuck she said before..

"n-ahhyeon-", you try saying, "what do you mean with in my sleep-" you try silencing your moans. But damn is she good at this.

"Oh about that?" she smirks, leaving your nipple as she looks at you.

She gropes your tits with her hand as she smiles.

"I have been watching you in your sleep.. These cute pictures of you sleeping? I took them! They look amazing dont they?" she says so.. proudly?

"i-.. this is weird nayeon- you're perverted!" you say, trying to free yourself from the cloth that is tied to your hands.

"And what if i am?" she says, taking off your pants as well as your underwear.

"Your panties are so soaked.. you are enjoying this while calling me a perv??" she says smiling, her cold, long finger slowly circling your clit.

You whine a little. "No nayeon-" she continues circling your clit, slowly starting to rub it, with less and less softness.

"You want this. I know it.. or else you wouldnt react like this." she moves her finger to your face, showing you how its full of your slick.

"i-" you can feel yourself blush.

She shoves her fingers inside of your mouth, "suck." she demands you. You look at her weirdly, then slowly. You start to suck.

"Such a good girl for a perv." she whispers as she kisses your neck again, leaving marks here and there. You continue sucking on her fingers. The praise making you want this even more.

I mean a little pervertness cant hurt...?

She pulls out her fingers, and without even a warning, just shoves into your hole in a second.

You let out a louder moan.

She moves them fast, so eagerly.

"your moans sound better when you're awake.." she says, sucking on your nipple while her fingers are thrusting in and out of you.

Everything is overwhelming.

You start to sweat, your breaths are cut short. Your heart beats rapidly.

All because of Nayeon.

Already after some minutes, you feel yourself clench around nayeon fingers.

"Nayeon- i-"

"Cum for me princess." she interrupts you.

The princess sends you off as you cum onto her fingers, letting out a louder moan.

She slowly pulls her fingers out.

'Click' you look at nayeon, she took a picture???

"I should show this to her.." Nayeon says while smirking.

"Her?? What do you mean-" you ask, very confused.

"You will see." she says. Taking her clothes off.

"But now lets get back to us."

#Spotify #feeling silly #wlw #twice imagines #twice smut #twice x reader #girl group smut #twice ff #down bad #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung fluff #nayeon imagines #nayeon smut #im nayeon #nayeon #2yeon

[cry4mina]

Take Me Back To Eden - The Summoning (Part 5)

(Nayeon x Fem!reader) & (Mina x Fem!reader)

Take Me Back to Eden - Choke Hold - Part 1

Take Me Back To Eden - Granite - Part 2

Take Me Back To Eden - Aqua Regia - Part 3

Take Me Back to Eden - Ascensionism - Part 4

Word Count: 8.1k

Fluff/Angst/Suggestive

Summary: Y/N leaves Nayeon's apartment and gets a phone call from an unexpected person, resulting in a hang out session that quickly develops into a series of unexpected events.

TW: Cursing, teasing, momo is there for a second, mina is here, references to sex, making out for sure, abusive behavior (nayeon is crazy yall) a dream sequence thats a little wild, choking, crime, uh....jihyo is upset? its a lot lmao

A/N: We are taking an interesting turn in the story lmao. Per usual we are thanking the moots bc they listen to me rattle ideas off constantly and keep me sane while I stress myself out lmao @saiiidahyunee @nr1chaedickrider @miinatozakiii and @neoplatinum. <3 I also did not proof read this one as much as the others bc I don't have as much time on my hands now, so sorry if it seems a little off but thank you for reading either way<33

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“Mina?” perplexed immediately at the idea of the quietest person you were acquainted with calling you, especially at a time where you were completely overwhelmed. 

“Momo told me what happened and I asked for your number… I hope that's okay.” She's so soft spoken it almost shocks you to hear her say this many words at once.

Slowly coming to a halt at a red light while putting your phone on speaker and replying “Yes, that’s totally okay…uhm, sorry, I’m…a little all over the place right now.” mind flashing back to the struggle of processing what possessed you to let your guard down around Nayeon…again.

This was the first real conversation you were having with Mina, always around each other but saying few words, with the exception being pleasantries and small conversations about video games that had just been released or what lego sets she was currently building. 

There was a comfort there, an almost silent respect for who and how she was. Calm, quiet, collected in the face of new company. Shying away from conversation but always aware of everyone around her. 

The members of Twice, especially Momo, always teased her about being so silent. It was always in good fun, but there were a few times you stepped in to tell her to lay off Mina and to respect that she was on the quieter side instead of pushing her to the point of speaking when she didn’t want to. 

It’s almost like she can hear the hesitancy in your voice and your eyes searching around you as you try to figure out what to say to break the awkwardness that was brewing. You weren’t exactly in a stable mindset at the moment, for multiple reasons and weren’t exactly sure what the phone call was for. 

“I know we don’t really know each other too well but…uhm, I know we have some common interests and that you could probably use a friend right now…so I figured I would call and see if you wanted to get a coffee or something…or maybe just sit on the couch and play videogames or…  something.” half way stumbling through the sentence, showing a little nervousness as she spoke. 

Myoui Mina wants to hang out? The same Mina who barely speaks up during group activities, is asking to spend time with you? Not that you would oppose her company but it seems so out of character for this to be happening. 

“That sounds…really nice. I’d love to. Would you…want to text me your schedule for the next week or two and we can plan it from there?” Smiling back at her through the speaker attempting to hide the disbelief that overshadowed most of your other feelings.

“Sounds good, I’ll text you.” sounding a little panicked, she hangs up as quickly as she calls.

She was right, with you two having a few hobbies in common, it was unfortunate that you hadn’t hung out before. Nayeon was always so “protective” over you that there were certain members she wouldn’t let you hang out with alone. Jihyo, for obvious reasons, Sana, and Mina.

 You didn’t pretend that you understood why she was so adamant on you not hanging out with Sana alone until now. Hindsight is 20/20 and Nayeon was worried that you would find comfort in the arms of someone else the same way she did. The puzzle suddenly solved, the behavior that you used to view as protective, now unmasking itself to divulge its true form. Control.

 You were simply a bragging right to Nayeon and nothing else. “Look how amazing she is, that she did this for me.” always bragging about you to her members, especially when Jihyo was there. Motive is only clear now, as you unfold the intricate details and analyze her behavior from your memories. 

Possessive, controlling, and selfish. The behavior she showed you was very well disguised but small moments reveal the truth. Her covertness was easily picked apart now that you were close to having all the information when a loud horn blares from behind you. Looking up to a Green light, hitting the gas pedal quickly as you continue on the way home, trying not to get too wrapped up in your head. 

Your phone starts vibrating again, being sure to check the name before you answer this time. Momo’s name lights up on the screen, “Speaking of the devil” huffing because you wanted to sort out this wearisome information you were pulling apart in your mind. Deep breath as you slide to answer the call.

“Hey Momoring, what’s up?” Putting on a cheerful sound in a bid to drown out the overstimulation you were experiencing, but Momo could always see right through you, being one of the people who knew you best. 

“Y/n, where are you??” sounding a little baffled, and reflecting concern as she spoke.

“Uhm…” leaning forward to catch one of the passing street signs.

“Passing 72nd about to get on the highway…is everything okay?” showing worry for the way she spoke, wondering if you should change routes and go to Momo’s instead of home. 

“I’m fine but I’m coming over.”  hearing the car door slam, keys jingling, and the ignition start over the speaker. 

“Let yourself in if you get there before me.” squinting as you reply, wondering if there are any visible marks on your skin or how disheveled you look, Momo would be sure to notice and say something. 

“Perfect, I’ll see you soon.” Momo curiously laughed as the call ended which got you wondering why she was rushing over to your place as you merge onto the highway. 

Driving on the highway at this time of day was easier than anticipated. Allowing you to get lost in your head as you continued on the path to home. Flashes of Nayeon underneath you rewind in your head, disgusted by your actions and stirring in your seat, revealing your sweater sticking to your back.

More flashes of her scraping roughly down your back as you attack her neck with your teeth, grazing them along her throat lightly, pinning her to the mattress, fucking her face and then just leaving afterwards. Using her as an allegory for taking back your freewill that you didn’t know you were missing. 

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The new apartment was brighter and warmer than the last, welcoming you back home when stepping through the door. The living room to the left and the kitchen straight forward, you happily look at the space you’ve decorated for yourself. 

Most of the colors were different shades of gray. Black and white accents with hints of green displaced here and there, mostly by the plants you purchased wanting to have some semblance of life in the rooms, Nayeon never watered the plants so they always died but you were determined to integrate the things you once loved back into your life. 

Two matching gray couches lay diagonally from each other with a long black coffee table filling out the space in between, your favorite bamboo candle in the middle of the table, a tv remote, and a few books scattered around the table, illuminated by the fireplace to the right of the seating arrangements.

 A large flat screen mounted on the wall and a credenza underneath, holding the gaming consoles you bought for yourself when you moved in.

Nayeon was never one for video games and did everything in her power to keep you from playing them, even on your phone. Always distracting you when you were in the middle of a match, always standing in front of the TV in something lacey. Sliding her hand down the front of your pants while kissing your neck, as you tried to play your handheld. 

Not minding it too much at first, she has an extensive lingerie collection and you loved to admire her in all of them, but all of your own hobbies got pushed to the side as time went on. A tactic to control that you didn’t recognize sooner.  

Momo was already on your new couch, making herself at home when you arrived, walking straight to the living room and placing your collection of things down on the coffee table loudly, glaring at her like you had just seen war.  

Looking up at you from her phone, she audibly gasps at the state of you. Hair completely tousled, tired eyes, light marks all over your neck, and your sweater on backwards. Mess was a really nice way to put it.

“I know what you did!” shrieked out of Momo's mouth while you’re turning beet red and fidgeting with your sleeves silently. Puckering your lips and trying to escape the awkwardness you feel as she gawks at you openly, despite your embarrassment.

“You look so red right now! I didn’t know if I believed Jihyo when she told me what happened but now I can safely say she was telling the truth” belly laughing at the idea of Hyo getting a taste of her own medicine and Nayeon being exactly who she showed herself to be. 

“What did you just say? You talked to Jihyo?! It only took me like 10 minutes to get home and she’s calling people about it?!” surprised at how quickly the news traveled through the grapevine, wondering who else she called to tell. 

“A pissed off Jihyo works fast. Told me that she walked into Nayeon’s apartment with you leaving, neck covered in marks” pointing at your neck, tongue between her teeth as she bites back a laugh, “and Nayeon, naked in the bed absolutely covered in bruises. Hyo said that she could barely get her talk…I take it you put in some work, no?” Poking fun at you while she laughed so hard she slaps her knee.

Hands flying to cover the unease on your face while collapsing into the couch adjacent to the one Momo was on, belly first, letting out a long whine. This was going to be a big deal and what were the rest of the members going to be told when you stop showing up to functions with Nayeon? Would Nayeon tell them the whole truth or just that you weren’t together?

Hating the idea of what you said to Jihyo when you left the apartment, knowing it was out of anger and halfway wanting to apologize for your actions but brushing that feeling off quickly. Needing to solely focus on yourself instead of trying to make anyone else feel better. Heavily empathizing with what Hyo might be feeling currently.  

“Wait, so this just happened…like less than an hour ago?” quizzically asking like Momo didn’t already know the answer just to bring you back from whatever was going on in your head.

“Less than that actually” muffled by the couch and your hands while you spiral into an entire inner monologue about why, when you feel like it should’ve never happened, letting out a sigh and showing signs of stress.

“Jihyo is absolutely the angriest I’ve ever heard her, it’s kind of funny to know karma is almost instant for her. She did mention that she wanted to talk to you and asked if I had heard from you…I told her no but she didn’t believe me.” Momo interrupts herself to change the topic of Jihyo in all of this back to you.

 “I mean…what happened anyway? You were anti-nayeon for the last few weeks, did something change or?” questioning your motive as she sees you distressed.

“Oh I know she’s mad and I don’t know, - I just went back to get the rest of my stuff and she was following me around the house,” sitting up and leaning back trying to relax. Stinging on your back, another reminder of the story being told, as you move trying to get comfortable while halfway wincing. Momo cocking her head to the side as you suck air between your teeth

“What was that?” 

Eyes widen for a second, “Nothing!” expeditiously spoken.

“She fucked your back up again, didn’t she?” Half laughing again as you attempt to continue what you were saying. 

“Anyways, she said she wanted to talk so I turned around and she just looked me in my eyes and kissed me…I didn’t really know what to do because I mean-” scooching to the edge of the couch and putting your elbows on your knees and holding your chin as your eyes dampen.

“It’s Nayeon…I know I shouldn’t care, and I’m trying not to but even if the last 3 years weren’t real for her…” choking on your words as they come out unfiltered. “It was real for me.”

More tears falling, this was a mistake. Reopening the wounds that were still healing as you sat with yourself, taking in the knowledge that people were upset with the choices you made didn’t sit well, even if those people were involved in hurting you.

Sad eyes sitting on the couch diagonal to you, realizing that intentions weren’t to hurt anyone else, as she watched. Momo wished she knew what to do in the face of this or knew what to say to comfort you, there was a feeling of sorrow in her, a space held for her best friend’s troubles. 

“Jihyo also said that you had something interesting to say to her before you left” smirking and biting her lips, trying to suppress a smile. Bringing it up knowing it would make you laugh and momentarily forget the anguish you were almost drowning yourself in.

“Oh, did she?” replying with a snarky tone, unable to remember most of the encounter with Jihyo due to adrenaline, being angry with Jihyo for sleeping with your girlfriend behind your back, and wanting to get the fuck out of there before Nayeon could try to talk to you again. 

“I don’t really think she will be much use to you tonight but you can try and, oh, I hope you like the way I taste.” Momo shouted back at you, cackling as she held her stomach leaning as far back into the couch as she could, pulling the sides of your mouth up as she continued.

“That is so out of pocket, but honestly, hilarious!” bellowing out at you as you start to giggle at the statement made, knowing that she was trying to make light of the situation but also appreciating that you said something so petty. 

Originally feeling bad for saying anything, jaw tightening for a second as  “An eye for an eye” wasn’t normally something you believed in and it wasn't really your plan to go and sleep with Nayeon, it kind of just happened. 

“Hey, is it okay if Dahyun comes here after her schedule? She apparently got that call from Jihyo too.” 

“Of course, you don’t even have to ask!”

A phone clattering against the table as it interrupted your conversation, vibrating twice before stopping. Reaching for it to see an unfamiliar number on your screen and a list of times and dates, a schedule? Mina’s schedule.

“Hey, I forgot to mention, Mina called me today” nonchalantly mumbled to Momo over the tv show she had put on in the background. 

Gasping loudly, sliding her fingers through her hair, eyes bewildered while leaning closer, “She CALLED…you?” comes out of her mouth so quickly, surprised your ears could even break down what she said. 

“Yeah, weren’t you the one who gave her my number?” a little disoriented by the response, as if she was surprised Mina contacted you at all. 

“She doesn’t even call me and I’ve known her for a decade.” astonished that her adopted younger sister would reach out through a phone call and not a text… 

“We are going to hang out sometime soon. She just sent me her schedule so we could plan it.” looking back at your phone to “heart” the text Mina sent and replying for the following day in the early afternoon, making sure to save her phone number in your phone with a little penguin emoji.

“Mina is going to leave the house?” stunned as you spoke about your future plans with Momo’s favorite homebody. 

“I take it she doesn’t do that often either?” chuckling back at Momo while you open a delivery app on your phone and choosing a restaurant with a low delivery time. 

“I’m hungry, what do you want from the Thai place down the street?” asking as Momo grabs your phone to put her order in it.

“Oh, I’m sure you’re hungry after the evening you had!” teasingly from behind the phone as she finishes adding her meal to the cart, and handing it back to you.”

“Momo!”

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Waking up anxious on the day that you and Mina were going to get coffee was not a great start, barely any sleep in your eyes with your hands shaking, rolling out of your bed around 10:30am. Grabbing your phone, you head to the living room without changing out of your PJs and plopping down on the couch. 

Turning on the TV and opening your phone to text Mina. 

Y/N: Hey Mina! I woke up a little anxious this morning and I know we have plans today. Would it be okay if you just came to my apartment instead of us going out? 10:34am

Y/N: Maybe we can have a gaming day or something? 10:35am

🐧: Sounds good to me. Send me the address whenever you’re ready for me to head over. 10:37am

🐧: Sorry you are feeling anxious. 10:38am

About 2 hours later, after showering and cleaning up the space a little bit, you sent Mina your address. Wearing something cozy but presentable, wanting to make a semi-decent impression as this was the first time you were hanging out with Mina alone. 

A small knock can be heard on the door, quickly walking over and opening it to reveal the small frame of Mina, backpack on, two coffees in her hands and a very shy look on her face. 

“I know you said you were anxious and coffee probably isn’t the solution for that but I figured I’d grab you one just in case you did want some.” softly explaining the two coffees before hellos can be said. 

“Come on in, make yourself at home and thank you! I’d love some coffee” as she hands you the cup and you take a sip. It’s exactly what you normally order. Just enough sugar to counteract the bitterness and a splash of cream. 

Whipping your head to face her quickly, “how did you know my order?” happily confused as you gulp a few times and head for the living room with her gracefully following, after sliding her shoes off. 

“I asked Momo this morning when you texted me. I’ve seen you drink coffee a few times when you were coming to hang out with us. I was worried you’d get a caffeine headache if you didn’t have some…” mumbled as you picked your spots on the couch, and turned on your console.

“It’s so sweet that you would think of me like that, Mina, Thank you.” genuinely surprised by the act of kindness. Someone you hardly knew went out of the way for you and that warmed you more than you anticipated. 

Mina’s ears went red while you thanked her for the coffee. Embarrassed and feeling like she came on a little too strongly, before you mentioned you thought it was sweet. Fidgeting with her hands, walls down for a second, a gummy smile let out from her as she sifts through your list of games, choosing a fighting game.

Astounded by how good Mina was at the game, you tipped your fake hat in her direction. She let you win a few times before really showing you how good she was, getting more competitive each round you played. 

Putting on a random movie and switching to handheld games on the switch you could play together, both of you sat for hours and talked about life, getting to know each other a little bit more. It was nice to spend time with someone and not have to talk about Nayeon. 

There was a familiarity with Mina, something unexplainable about her presence that made her so calming. Hoping that you might ignite a similar comfort in her, the anxiety no longer sat in your chest as you got to know her more. 

Learning a lot about her as she spoke of her family, life back in Japan before she was an idol, about how when her, Momo, and Sana went back for the Misamo debut, they went to her family's home and she got to eat her mom’s home cooked meals. Making mental notes of what her favorite dishes were and how she spoke so lovingly about the people she held near and dear to her. 

“So, Y/N, I’m getting a little hungry, do you want to go out to get something or would you rather order it here?” The body language she was exhibiting was interesting, half closed half open. Arms lay in her lap by her switch but her legs were tightly locked. Was she comfortable here? Did she feel nervous about opening up so quickly?

“Why don’t we go out?” Suggesting while standing up, fixing your sweat pants. Maybe she just needs a little fresh air so she can relax. Suddenly feeling the need to calm her the way she eased you out of your anxiety unknowingly. 

“Sounds good, there’s a new cafe around the corner, it’s a locally owned place. I think they serve Japanese food. Would you want to try that?” 

“That sounds great, actually. I’d love to, especially after you talked about your mom’s cooking.” Her expression thrilled as she ran to put her shoes on, doing a little happy wiggle as she waited for you by the door. 

You can’t help but chuckle at her. A glint of warmth refracting in your soul.

– 

The cafe was only a block away and it was a nice afternoon so you walked side by side, making sure that you were the one closest to the street. Taking in the scenery of the new neighborhood, little shops lining the road around you from markets to touristy stores, hands unintentionally brushing each other. 

“These shops seem cool, maybe we should come back another day and explore them.” Looking over at Mina as you speak, trying to pretend like your heart didn’t combust when your hands touched. The comment catches her off guard, shying into herself as you make the suggestion. 

“I’d love that” whispered back to you. That means there will be a next time and that sparks joy in you. 

Arriving at the cafe and getting a small table outside, ordering a bottle of Sake before ordering food. 

“Can I order for you?” Mina asks, shifting her eyes from the menu, this was a test. It was written all over her face as she studied your reaction. 

Squinting at her with a smile on your face, “if you’re up for the challenge,” biting back playfully. The second gummy slime shines off of her as she laughs at your terrible joke. “I think I’m up for the challenge.” competitively stated back with the corners of her mouth turned up. 

Leaning into the menu, reading it line by line as she zeros her focus in. Watching the way the wheels spun in her head as you see her fold the menu and put it on the table, softly smiling back at you with a sense of accomplishment.

The waitress scurried over with the tokkuri and ochoko set, the ceramic vessel was bulbous indenting at the neck and expanding back out again while the smaller cups had a golden brown rim with a gray-ish green hue, sitting on the tray neatly. 

“Alright, and here is the sake. Are we ready to order our food yet or do we need a little more time?” placing the rigged craft in front of you, and the smaller cups in front of each of you as her eyes flashed between the two of you to see who will speak up first. . 

“Yes. We are ready to order.” Calmly said as the dialect switched. Blinking a few times at Mina while she ordered completely in Japanese to the waitress, pointing at the menu and speaking with her hands. Nodding her head at the response from the waitress as she handed her the menus and turning her attention back to you. 

Gracefully grabbing the vessel with one hand, pouring your glass and another smooth movement, handing it to you as she placed the craft down on the small table. 

“You really wanted dinner to be a surprise, huh?” Playfully before sipping the sake politely and placing it down on the table.

 Picking up the tokkuri and trying to pour her a glass with as much class as she did, but failing when you looked up at her. Getting lost in her features as she watched you. “Was she always so…effervescent? High cheekbones, sharp eyes and a softness that was infectious an-“ Realizing you were still pouring, you abruptly stop almost spilling sake everywhere. Handed her the ochoko sheepishly after you had filled it a little too full. 

“Maybe.” peeking up at you through her bangs as she took a small drink, chasing it with a smile and a giggle, covering her mouth with her hand that was sleeve clad, and turning red as her cheeks raised up.

 Did she notice how you were looking at her? Oh god, I hope I didn’t just make things weird. A moment of panic in your body nags at you as she beams in front of you. Wow…she’s so pretty. Half mesmerized, half alarmed at your thoughts, your leg starts bouncing and fidgeting with your hands becomes your fixation, as they lay on the small metal table in front of you. 

Lost in thought as you try to push away the unwelcome intrusion of nervousness, when a small velvet hand reaches out and gently places itself on the anxious tick that’s visible. Your heart skips. Eyes locking as you peer up at her, stopping in your tracks. A chill runs through your body as you take in the pureness diffusing the unease like the rain washing away blood stains on the battleground of your mind. How did she do that?

Internally realizing that you might have a slight attraction to the person you’ve just begun to hang out with, you’re slightly panicked by the idea of getting close to someone again so soon after Nayeon. Unfortunately, this realization played out on your face softly enough for the person accompanying you to dinner to notice. 

“I’m sorry” uttered quickly as she pulled her hands away, moving your hands into your lap at the same moment.  “I didn’t ask you if you were a physical touch person, I should have.” Mina is looking down now, seemingly worried that she crossed a line she wasn’t supposed to. 

“No no- it’s fine, really. I do like physical touch…I’m just not used to it from anyone except for Nay-“ interrupted by the waitress bringing out your dinner. Slicing through the moment as she placed two similar dishes in front of both of you. Tonkotsu ramen topped with shiitake mushrooms, bean sprouts, bok choy, bamboo shoots, double the chashu, and a soft-boiled egg that’s split in half, golden yolk spilling into the array of rich colors.

Stunned as you look at the delicious meal in front of you, “Wow, this looks amazing! Did you get the same thing?” questioning as you finish off the last of the sake in your cup. 

Mina notices and immediately fills it again with a soft smile. “Almost the same thing, I remembered you don’t care for the fish cakes so I had them swap my chashu with them.” followed by her finishing off her sake to keep up with you.

Pouring of the drink for her, this time focusing as hard as your brain would allow so you could get it just right under the eyes studying your movements. “You knew that?” amazed that Mina remembered such a small detail about you.

“Yes! You came to the studio one day with Nay-…” hesitating to say her name as she knows the wound is still fresh but attempting to cover it with a drink from her glass, “Her, and we all ordered from a place similar to this one and I remember you said you didn’t like the texture.” 

Baffled was an understatement. Not only did this borderline stranger call you to check in and ask if you wanted to hang out, but she asked her friend what your coffee order was AND she remembered something that was such a small comment…

“It’s really sweet that you remember that, Mina.” both of you blushing as you continue to make small talk while finishing the meal. 

Table cleared and on your second bottle of sake, Mina finally is brave enough to ask about what happened between you and Nayeon. 

“Hey, Y/n? I know it’s probably a sensitive topic…but what happened between you and Nayeon? Momo told me that you broke up but she didn’t really mention why…” Alcohol gave her the confidence to ask the question you knew was coming all night. 

“Well..” hesitating to respond, not really knowing the answer. You knew what happened, but not why it happened. Mina could see the soft sadness on your face as you contemplated how to answer her.

“Long story short, she cheated on me. The entire time.” Mina eyes widened, mouth ajar, completely in shock and frozen at what you just said. 

“Oh my gosh, y/n”…I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine what you’re feeling,” reaching her hand out to place it on your forearm, rubbing her thumb against the softness of your sweater as she made sympathetic eyes at you. Feeling sorry for what you’d been through, what this meant for you. 

It was as if the goddess fell from the sky as she laid her hands on you. Physical manifestations of feelings developing as your heart pounded, breath quickened, and getting a little shaky. The sun beams through your veins as you feel the beams radiating off your face, a similar look on Mina’s. 

“I didn't tell you the worst part.” Softly while she’s still caressing your arm. “It was the entire time we were together, they tried to cover it too.” Confusion, anger, sympathy mixed together into the melting pot that was Mina’s heart. 

You didn’t expect her to be so emotionally available for you. Reserved was her middle name, why was she so open to physical touch with you? Ordering for you? Wondering if she was also feeling the fire that was kindling between the two of you.

“They?” Concerned tone wrapped around you tightly. It was almost…possessive. Body reacts by constricting your thighs together, you might like the possessive tendency a little too much.  

“Nayeon and…Jihyo, actually” 

Mina's face contorts into anger upon hearing the culprits names, hand still on your arm lightly squeezing now. Eyes wet with disappointment as she tries to hold back tears and comprehend how they could do that…to you of all people.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” Said so smoothly as if it’s always been what she called you. Pain sits behind her eyes, as she continues on “I can’t believe they would do that to you. You deserve so much better.”

Half wincing at her words, realizing they’re sprinkled with care that you weren’t used to, a sense of sorrow washes over you as you come to terms with your past relationship not being as healthy as you thought it was.  

“You do know that…right?” head tilted at the question even if she already knows the answer. 

“I don’t know anymore. This whole thing has been so life altering for me, it’s hard to have all these big feelings of love and anger at the same time.” speaking so candidly about the emotions you were experiencing, opening up to Mina about your internal monologue.

Continuing to drink the bottle of sake as the wind picked up a little, causing it to become slightly chillier. It was early November, so it was on the colder side. Shivering as you sat in the breeze, sun setting with golden hour brushing the scene around you and accentuating the beautiful brush strokes that composed the woman in front of you. 

The bangs sitting a little lower than her eyebrows that were perfectly shaped, long waves more breathtaking than an angry sea extending far down past her shoulders to her waist, glowing skin that made her look like the embodiment of light, you can’t help but fixate your eyes on her and you’re a little too intoxicated to care if she catches you. 

Standing up and stretching to go and pay the bill, Mina snatches it out of your hand and runs inside, beating you to it. Giggling a little harder than you should, when a small black compact car that was too familiar pulled up to the front of the cafe and parked. 

Before you could even realize why the car was familiar, two women stepped out and stopped dead in her their tracks. Im Nayeon and Park Jihyo. 

Jihyo looks like she's been crying, eyes swollen, lip still quivering as she stood next to Nayeon, who still completely covered in the imprint of your teeth and lips, clinging to her arm. Standing in silence, as the air stretches taut. 

“Why haven’t you answered my text messages?” Nayeon abruptly breaks the tension. Jihyo’s eyes widen as Nayeon crosses her arms and taps her foot angrily waiting for an answer. She really was going to do this right here and now. She always lacked patience, this was a perfect example of that.

“I don’t want to.” flowing from your lips with a sour face like you completely forgot what happened the evening before, sake getting to you as you retort with malice. “Maybe you should take the hint and stop trying” 

Scoffing at the comment, Nayeon shakes Jihyo off of her and walks up to you slowly while swaying her hips, like she always did at you when she was trying to get you to do what she wanted. Reaching you and placing her elbows on your shoulders as she twirls the hair cascading down your back. Skin burning under the weight of her touch, making you panic almost immediately. The disgust from before had returned in full force and it displayed on your face while she spoke. 

“Come on, baby. Don’t be like that.” hand now sweeping a piece of hair out of your face, looking up at you with those big doe eyes “I know you miss me, just come home. I’m sorry you are hurting from what I did. I’ve been punished enough.” repulsed by the pet names and the attempts to win you over again. 

Jihyo is uncomfortably shifting, sorrow now covered in jealousy as her lover tries to win back what was viewed as hers. Green was a lovely color on her but to wear it on her face the way she did, with no remorse, was a bold statement. 

“Nayeon, I don’t want to do this with you in front of your girlfriend,” making air quotes as you say the word, “or at all really. So forget I exist and we can both just move on.” Attempting to move out of her grasp as she took in your words, not liking the reaction she was getting, she grabbed your wrist to stop you from leaving.  

“So after 3 years, you’re really just going to leave me?” Slightly panicked, realizing you actually weren’t falling for her tricks anymore. 

“Yes.” Stoically cascading and washing over Nayeon, rinsing away the confidence to reveal crossness and a hint of fear, while shaking her grip loose from your wrist. 

“So none of it meant anything to you?” small drops of irritation on her tongue, thick like honey, while she studies your lack of want or care for her. Strikingly different from the person she used to know very well, never being met with walls built so carefully around you before. 

“I think that’s actually your stance on it” spit back with malice from the guard tower at the top of the castle you built around yourself to keep her out.

“You know what y/n, if you think that you can just come into our house and fu-“ shock runs through her as she sees a figure stepping out of the cafe. The shadows hand reach up to link with yours, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Are you ready to go, my love?” Mina’s voice was a little louder than normal so both parties could hear after finding you in this tense moment. Her stance is defensive as she knowingly pokes the bear. 

Jihyo and Nayeon are both completely gobsmacked by Mina not only being out of the house, but also by being with you. Hand in hand.

 “My love????” Nayeon scoffed, tears building when she had an idea. “You can’t be serious right now, y/n. After last night, are you on a date with Mina? A member of my group? Do you not have your own friends to filter through? Did I not satiate you enough? …Maybe we should’ve gone one more round.” craftily leaving her mouth as she tries to cause discourse between what she thinks is a date…was it a date?

Jihyo doesn’t even try to step in or say anything, she just gets back into the car looking like her tears are about to fall again from being cast aside by the likes of you. Nayeon doesn’t even flinch at the sound of the car door, waiting for you to panic under the weight of the information just given to Mina. 

Mina snaps back boldly  “don’t worry, I’ll take care of her from now since you can’t satiate her, apparently.” Winking back at Nayeon while leading you down the road, back to your house, hands still together and Mina unphased. A small smirk appears on your face as you try not to laugh, not even needing to look at Nayeon's face to know that she was completely shocked by the comments made by Mina. 

Nayeon tried to follow the two of you as you repressed laughter, shouting to try to get your attention again “Y/n! I can’t believe you right now! After everything we’ve been through? And Mina, you bitch! I can’t believe you wou-” 

“Nayeon, get in the fucking car.” Jihyo grimaced while pulling the car up as she saw people starting to stare at the commotion. Nayeon rolled her eyes and got in. This wasn’t over yet, and everyone knew it.

–

Mina picks up her pace, giggling and tugging you behind her as she tries to get away from the disturbance plaguing you both. “I’ve never seen her so mad before, is she always that confrontational with you?” quizzically inquired as you both drunkenly sauntered back to the safety of your apartment. 

“To be honest, I have no idea. This is the first time I’m seeing her react in such a way. She used to be so sweet to me before I found out about…” hesitating to finish the sentence, but Mina knew where you were going with it and just nodded her head. 

“It must be really hard to feel like you don’t know her after all this time. I can’t imagine what that feels like. Someone like you shouldn’t have to deal with that at all.” boldly spoken as you reached your apartment.

“What do you mean by that?” Pressing into what she just said. “Someone like me?” 

“The betrayal she put you through is ju-“ starting as she catches your eyes while you squeeze her hand.

“Mina, no, what did you mean by someone like me?” looking up at her with a sheepish smile as you unlock the door and step inside, hands still locked and still feeling the effects of the sake as you both waltz into the living room and find your spots on the couch, this time a little closer than before.

“…I-“ alcohol fighting her logic, letting go of your hand as she whispers a honey laced memory into the quiet room while curling into herself, showing the shy nature again. 

“Do you remember when we first met? You went out of your way to talk to me, even if the other girls were trying to pull your attention. You even asked me about things you knew I liked to get to know me a little better and paid attention when I answered and the kindness you showed to all of us, even if some of us were a little apprehensive or even defensive…and then seeing the way you were with…her. I was astounded at the level of compassion and care that you gave to her, and to know what she did to you makes me view her very differently.” afraid to look you in the eyes as she opened up her chest, showing you a vulnerability that you’d never thought to see from her. 

“I knew how important you all are to her. I wanted to make sure we all bonded because I thought…she was going to be the person I ended up with. Even if she isn’t, I’m glad it happened because she gave me Momo and now you. I feel like you were a sign from God” Grinning back at her, blush spreading through her cheeks as she smiled brightly back at you. 

Both of you still feel the effects of the sake as you throw a random movie on to relax and unwind. Sitting so close together on the large couch that your arms are brushing against each other. She lifted the arm that was touching yours and placed it around your back and on your waist, you leaned into her and comfortably you both laid down, intertwined in each other. 

Your head on her shoulder as she lays in her back, arm wrapped around your waist drawing small patterns with her fingers. One of your hands lightly placed where her ribs connect and legs intertwined as you slowly drifted into the most comfortable nap you’ve had in months. 

—

Everything was pitch black. Eyes shifting in and out of darkness as you try to calibrate to your surroundings. A small metal table sits in the distance, the only thing that is illuminated and you can make 2 figures sitting around it, it looks like they’re talking but you can’t be sure. 

Walking as quickly as you can through the shadows approaching the table, you try to shout out to them but nothing comes out. Reaching up to your throat, you hold it while you try to scream. Feeling the vibrations through your hands but not a single sound cuts through the air. 

As you get closer to the figures, their details are revealed to you slowly. Shoulder length light brown hair facing the woman with long dark wavy hair. “Nayeon? Mina??” mouth trying to spit the words your lungs can’t bear to speak when Nayeon slowly turns her head to you, and says “oh, Y/n it’s about time you joined us” voice contorting, almost as if it’s overlapped by another. You’re forced to your knees by something you cannot see, and immediately smell sulfur, as Nayeon lifts your chin with one finger. 

She stares into your soul, eyes completely black, as her face starts contorting and twisting, dripping off her skull. Wincing and looking at Mina to see her smiling back at you, illuminated in light.

 A sense of calm washing over you, only for a second when you feel your mouth fill with blood. Still on your knees, you spit out what’s flavoring your mouth and all of your teeth come with it. Screaming in silence as you watch Nayeon get up and stand above you, grabbing your neck with both hands tightening as she holds you over a cliff edge, storm crashing around you and hisses in the distorted voice “you’ll always be mine.” Dropping you straight down into the ocean, you try to regulate yourself and swim up but it’s pitch black, swimming until you choke on water and snap awake startling Mina who was silently sleeping underneath you. 

Hyperventilating heavily as you try to shake off the feeling of the dream, crying as you shake. Mina is immediately by your side, wrapping her arms around you and comforting you. 

“It’s okay, I’m here. You’re safe with me. Don’t worry, I’ve got you” as she rubs your back in a circular motion to try and regulate your breathing. 

Your sweater feels very constricting as a thin layer of sweat covers you, you part from Mina and start pacing as you take the hoodie off leaving you in a sports bra. Following your movements with her eyes, as you walk around aimlessly, tears falling as you try to breathe. 

Mina stands up and catches you by the wrist and pulls you into her, comforting you with a hug. “You’re safe with me. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” 

Body unclenching as she spoke and held you close to her. A warm surge of calm pumped through your veins as you sniffled, pressing your face into her neck. 

Pulling back to look at her, you can see the concern mixed with something else in her eyes. Something you’d never seen before. Your faces are close enough to feel each other's breath as she looks into your eyes and then down at your lips, your eyes following the same motion. 

Leaning in closer, lips brushing against each other before fully committing, you both shyly decide this is the path your friendship is taking. Her arms slide from your lower back to your hips slowly, pressing her fingers into your hips and pulling you towards her as your mouths find each other. 

Her lips so soft, tasting of the alcohol you consumed and the tension that had been building all day. Her flavor was the taste of the divine, effervescently consuming you as she coded your flesh and bones with her scriptures.

Slow and passionate, at first, slowly picking up pace. Hands exploring each other's bodies as you familiarize yourself with the sounds she makes when you tangle your fingers in her hair. She takes control, which is something you never let happen, but it’s different with her. You actually feel safe with her. 

Mina grabs your waist again and pushes you down on the couch, keeping your lips connected and she swipes her tongue across your bottom lip asking for entrance, given without hesitation. Her hands leave your waist as her mouth travels to your neck, biting down lightly as you whine into the silence of the room. She stands and removes her sweater, revealing a sports bra and her well toned abs, igniting a fire within you. 

Kneeling between your legs, reaching for you to get you closer to her, pulling your body as close as it would get to her. Kissing picking up again, as you feel her wrap her arms around you, toying with the clip of your bra as she threatens to undo it. 

“Is this okay?” asking softly as she scatters soft sweet kisses across your face. You nod your head yes but before she can undo the clip, a loud crashing startles both of you.

“What was that?” Mina spoke up, obviously bothered by the interruption but also concerned as it sounded very close. 

“I’m not sure” you were still focused on her before she got up and turned around, heading towards the front door to see what was going on. 

“Y/n, you’re going to want to see this.” Mina says with a tone of worry. You run over to her to find a rock with a note tied around it shattered through the glass window next to your door.  

“I’m going to call the police, please be careful, the glass is everywhere.” running to the living room to get her phone, and you stand there shirtless looking at the crime scene. Wondering how she found you, if she followed you back from the dinner you had with Mina. 

Stepping carefully around the shattered sharpness scattered across the entrance way, you reach over to the note and slightly open it, gasping at the contents loud enough for Mina to hear from the other room. 

“She’s mine” scrawled on it, in a familiar red ink. 

Take Me Back To Eden - The Apparition - Part 5.5

#nayeon x fem!reader #twice imagines #twice angst #twice fic #wlw #twice nayeon #im nayeon #kpop x reader #mina x fem!reader #mina x reader #myoui mina

[happilychaengs]

Fireworks

a/n: i'm not the happiest with how this turned out. i spent a little longer with this than i did with solemn silence but i wanted to get this out sooner than later in preparation for the new years so i guess enjoy whatever this is :)

word count: 983

fluff

nayeon x gender neutral reader

warnings: smoking, this is lowkey incomplete but idk what to add

You gave Seulgi yet another half smile as you feigned ignorance to her question. "I'm just gonna step out for a few."

Seulgi looks at you knowingly before nodding her head, "Don't take long. I don't want you missing the countdown."

Mumbling a quick thanks, you walk away from her and onto the balcony where you stared out at the city below. A city filled with bright lights, bound to have dozens of people waiting for the exciting year ahead putting into perspective the crazy situation you were in. Surrounded by countless idols instead of being one of the people you're looking down at right now.

Sticking your hand in your back pocket, you pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes. You fumbled with it for a second, trying to extract one out, before finally placing one between your lips.

You cupped your hand around the cigarette as you pulled out your cheap lighter and lit it, taking a deep drag and feeling the smoke fill your lungs. Leaning against the railing, you watched the grey tendrils escape and dissipate into the air as the end of the cigarette butt lit in the dim light.

A strangely soothing sound, made up of the hum of the city and the sound of the traffic, rose up to meet you. Before you heard a voice speak out, you closed your eyes and felt your tension start to slowly subside.

"Mind if I join you?"

Your gaze turned away from the city and landed onto a girl you could recognize immediately. The eldest of Twice, Nayeon. "Uh, sure." you said with an undiscernible amount of surprise. You never thought she smoked.

"Thanks." She said fumbling with her back pocket, her brow furrowed. "Oh crap. I didn't bring mine."

You quickly pulled out another cigarette from your crumpled pack and handed it to her, "Last one. Here, I'll light it for you."

She stuck it in-between her lips and leaned over, mumbling a quick thanks as you flicked the lighter until the cigarette lit. You just stared at her taking a drag as she stared out at the city. It was cute to you honestly. The most innocent looking girl being able to casually smoke just seemed so out of sorts with you.

She finally turned to you and could definitely see the surprise on your face as she explained. "I don't smoke often. Just... when times get hard I guess."

You waved her off, "No, no, you don't have to explain it to me. It's not my place to know."

Smiling almost in relief, she exhales another grey cloud into the air, "What's your name then? I don't recognize you."

"Y/N. I'm a friend of Seulgi's. Just a normal person. Not an idol or anything like that."

She nods again, "So that's why. I just thought you were really attractive, that's all. I think you could be an idol yourself, you know."

You chuckled as you stuck the cigarette in-between your lips again, feeling the smoke hit your lungs again, "Never thought I'd catch the eye of an idol, and a famous one at that."

You catch in the corner of your eye, her cigarette is almost finished as a light cough escapes her lips along with another question. "Do you want to talk some more after this? I'd love to get to know you more, you know. It's not often that I get to meet people that I-"

"Y/N." You see Seulgi's head peek through the slightly parted glass door. "Countdown's almost starting. Few more minutes, alright?"

"I got it." And then she disappeared again into the party.

You turn to Nayeon again and she glances at you with a certain disposition that you can't quite make out. She puts out her cigarette in a nearby ash tray. "Is she... are you two going to kiss during the countdown?"

"God no." Another puff escapes through your mouth before you stick your cigarette in the same tray. "It wasn't ever my thing but she insists on getting me involved somehow even if I'm just standing there watching everyone else."

"Did you do the same thing last year?"

"Yup."

"The year before that?"

"Yup."

A sly smirk appears on her lips as she scoots a little closer to you, "Then how about... we change it up this year?"

You laugh in disbelief as you glance inside the building, seeing all the other idols getting ready, Seulgi looking through at you expectantly with her brow raised. "Are you... seriously asking me to kiss you during the countdown? We haven't even had dinner yet."

"Yup." She doesn't skip a beat as she emphasizes it with a pop. "And I wouldn't mind taking you to dinner after." Her smile stretches across her entire face ear to ear as she stands even closer to you.

"I..." Your eyes darted between her eyes and her lips. They really did look kissable. "Fuck it."

The two of you walk back in, hands intermingled, as Seulgi smiles at you. You glance up at the television screen up in the corner along with everyone else, as you wait for the ball to drop. Then the countdown begins.

"10!"

You can feel Nayeon's hand clasp yours tighter in anticipation.

"9!"

And yet when you've never worried about it before, many things begin to plague your mind all at once.

"8!"

Were your lips dry?

"7!"

Did your breath stink?

"6!"

Could she feel your sweaty palms?

"5!"

Nayeon unexpectedly looped her hand around your head as the two of you stared into each other's eyes.

"4!"

A reassuring smile is given to you, filling your stomach with that nostalgic feeling of butterflies, along with a feeling like a fuse was lit up inside you.

"3!"

You place your hands on the back of her neck.

"2!"

The two of you lean in.

"1!"

Fireworks.

#nayeon x reader #twice imagines #twice fluff #im nayeon x reader #twice scenarios #girl group scenarios #twice reactions #im nayeon imagines #im nayeon scenarios #nayeon imagines #nayeon scenarios #twice x reader #gxg scenarios #girl group imagines #twice #im nayeon #nayeon #im nayeon fluff #nayeon fluff

[myouicieloz]

Just Pretend

Im Nayeon x member!reader

Synopsis: flashback to the day it happened.

Warnings: angst. overdosing. hard use of drugs. self-harm. agressive behaviors.

Word count: 3.4k

Notes: -

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5

Without them, you are worth nothing.

The manager’s words echoed in your head as you entered the apartment, dragging your feet in exhaustion.

He wasn’t wrong, as much as it hurt to admit. You were far from being the most popular member, often preferring to be in the back and step aside to give your bandmates the spotlight. You weren’t as good of a singer as Jihyo, delicate as Mina or as smooth of a dancer as Momo. You’d never be half as good as your bandmates were, no matter how much you practiced and worked to improve. You knew that, they knew that; it was a well-known fact, even though everyone refused to acknowledge out loud.

Were you ever going to be anything other than mediocre?

The thoughts were overwhelming, running through your head at high speed. You threw yourself in your massive bed, the pillow muffling your screams as you tried your best to suffocate, shrink and just disappear. You felt the tiredness up in your bones, the weight heavy and crushing down on your lungs until you were unable to breathe; all you could do was choke in your tears, grasping desperately for a comfort that would never be provided to you.

You were trying so hard. Every day, you did the best you could to keep speaking, breathing, working. Why did no one recognize that?

Why were your efforts never enough?

You screamed, yet no one came. No one heard; no one cared.

You’d once told your bandmates you didn’t mind living alone —you were used to it, after all. Being raised in a small family, it was only natural for you to seek a place for yourself after the girls decided to leave the dorms. You had opted for complete silence and privacy, just as you secretly wished after so many years of a chaotic dorm life with your bandmates.

As much you were thankful for the times you had shared: the late night talks, being spoiled by the older girls, or just hanging out together 24/7… you missed the loneliness your body had grown up with, being alone most of the day as a little girl while waiting for your parents to return home, from work.

That’s what you had told them: you didn’t mind living by yourself. It was quiet, organized, and nice, surely different from the life you’ve experienced as a trainee, but nothing you weren’t used to. You liked being able to relax, to be vulnerable without having to worry about being caught. This way, you didn’t have to think about being a burden to your bandmates, no matter how much they’d argue against it.

That’s how you’ve always seen yourself. As a burden, an unnecessary member, a selfish human being and most importantly, a horrible friend to your bandmates, who you loved to pieces. You’d never be worthy of them. Would never be half of all they were.

A failure. That’s the only thing you excelled at being.

Your mind, the thoughts… it was too much of a burden. You were— you’ve been exhausted for so long. If only the intensity of the memories, the hypothetic situations plotted in your mind would cease, even if just for a few seconds. Then you’d rest, finally, without them bothering and being an ache in your head. Silence, at last. You’d do anything to have it, no matter if the quietude was for a single minute.

After what seemed so long, your loud sobs faded to whimpers, and the banging in your head resumed to a fading headache. With that, you were able to think a little clearer, although still deeply hurt. Your mind went immediately to your unnies, seeking comfort. You knew they’d be more than eager to help you, doing everything in their power to make you feel better — however you simply couldn’t; it was almost like something physical; your stomach prickled, and you felt like throwing up every time you thought about bothering them, even more to talk about something as stupid as your feelings. No, you couldn’t. They were all also struggling, each with their own demons to battle. You’d never ask for help.

Even though you desperately needed it.

As you sat down on the bed, you thought about your oldest bandmate, Nayeon. Always so energetic, with her bunny smile and an infinite wish to have fun and enjoy her life. Picturing her big, loving eyes, you know just what to do to forget such heavy feelings that nested and suffocated your heart.

-

“I’m sorry, Y/nnie.” Nayeon’s voice sounded baffled through the phone, since she was clearly in a loud space. You recalled the oldest member talking about shooting for a magazine, but you didn’t quite remember the details. “Could you repeat yourself? What is it that you want, my dear?”

You took another long gulp of your mixed drink — it tasted awful, since you’ve never seemed to get the dosage of alcohol right, but you didn’t really care. All you wanted was to numb the pain and silence the thoughts, anyway. “That skirt of yours, unnie. The one you were wearing at Louis Vuitton’s fashion show? I also have a shooting later today, and I’d really, really like to wear it. Please?”

She took long to answer, and you weren’t sure if it was because she was busy or simply wondering what was happening to you. Once again, you hated yourself for disturbing her, but the desperation in your bones hurt enough that you’d do anything for it to stop.

“I don’t remember you having a solo shooting anytime soon, baby. It wasn’t mentioned in our monthly meetings, at the company. Who is it for? Tell me all about it, maknae. I want to know.” You could hear people calling her, throughout the line — but she was quick to silence them all, asking for a few more minutes of break. Nayeon’s smart, and knows you too well. She was aware something felt off: whether it was the heaviness in your tone, or how you were stuttering slightly, the words coming out unclear and hesitant.

You were prepared for it, though. You’ve rehearsed all of your words before dialing her number.

“It was a last-time arrangement.” You answered promptly, walking around in your apartment. “Manager-im said the company didn’t really want it, but they’ve let me do it today, finally. It’s for ELLE Korea.”

Nayeon hummed, and you could imagine her shoulders relaxing in her shooting’s dressing room.

She was falling right into your trap.

“Oh, wonderful.” She was probably smiling, her bunny teeth all in display, and the thought of that made you guiltier than ever. You were despicable, not worthy of her love at all. You needed punishment, to hurt and to— “I’m free in a few hours, then I was supposed to meet Momo for dinner. Maybe you could join us, my love? I’ll give you the skirt there, then. You’ve been so distant later, Y/n. Me and all the girls… we miss you.”

Her words forged a bulge in your throat, your defenses falling off instantly. You did your best to hold the hiccups that threatened to leave your lips, frail and insecure. Nayeon’s warmth always made you feel so small, cared for and comforted. Any words from her are enough for you to go running into her arms, crying and confessing all of your deepest fears to the oldest member.

It was an easy thing to do, in theory. But in reality, how hard it was to know you were surrounded by care, yet a thick wall prevented you from feeling the love you so desperately claimed for.

“C-can’t I just stop by your house and grab it, unnie? I’ll be quick and won’t make a mess, I p-promise.” You couldn’t tell her how much you were hurting. The words didn’t come out, they never did. You’ve tried to do so countless times.

They’d never know your troubles, your pain. And it was your fault.

Nayeon sighs, and you know she’s tired. You were exhausted, too.

Regardless of anything, though, you were still the maknae. The girls always granted all of your wishes.

“Sure, baby. I’ll message the doorman so he’ll let you in. You know the code, right?” She was respecting your time, giving you as much space as you needed, to heal from the demons she did not comprehend.

Again, you didn’t deserve her.

“I do.” You bit your lip, unsure of how to express yourself. After so long of keeping your soul hidden, it’s difficult to let the light shine through. “Thank you, unnie. I love you.”

She knew you weren't talking about her skirt.

“And I love you, my dear. We all do, very much.” You heard another muffled voice, sounding much more incisive, even though you couldn’t understand the words clearly. “I’ll talk to you later, ok? Call me whenever.”

You hung up, somehow feeling worse than before.

-

Nayeon’s apartment is a familiar scenery to you. It’s where your most precious memories live, from times when you weren’t so broken and scared. Tracing the walls with your fingers, you reminisced the best ones: weekly movie nights with the girls, the times when Momo baked you cookies because you were feeling down. Being alone in Nayeon’s lavish, grand place feels weird— almost wrong. As if you’re entering a dangerous part of your brain, one you kept carefully hidden because looking back at it hurt too much.

Have you always been like that? So dull and lost?

It’s winter, and Nayeon’s not home, so it’s only natural that the house is cold. However, you felt a different type of freezing feeling in your bones. One so strong it left you shivering, mouth colorless and fists closed, your long nails inflicting pain upon the palms of your hands so you’d focus the discomfort somewhere else, if not your entire body.

Her room, messy as always, brought enough comfort that you found yourself smiling; at least some things never changed. You went straight to her closet, although not for the excuse you’ve told your unnie. Her skirt was there, naturally — but you were looking for something entirely different.

Nayeon has always been energetic. She enjoyed socializing, partying, and, most importantly, having fun. You know it well.

Her personality was the reason she had the perfect distraction for you. At least for a few moments, the thoughts would cease. You’d no longer feel the heavy burden that was being alive. Silence, that’s all you wanted.

You already knew where to look. You’d caught her reaching out for it before attending Jennie’s birthday party. ‘Just to have a little fun, love.’ she had told you. In the last drawer on the left, behind layers of thick winter sweaters and scarfs, the drugs she’d use recreationally were carefully packed in a small metallic box, sparkling at your touch.

Your phone lit up, the familiar notification sounds distracting you from your task. You put your phone on DND, leaving it on one of Nayeon’s jewelry drawers as

your trembling hands held a small sealed package, filled with pills. You hated smoking — the smoke irritated your throat, and somehow you’d never gotten a high, so you found it awful. You despised the taste of alcohol too, often choosing not to drink during gatherings, which cooperated to your title of baby of the group.

Being naturally shy, and more reserved than the others — as well as the youngest, meant you’ve been protected your whole life. Whether it was your family, your members, or the staff, people have always been somehow gentle to you: giving you less revealing clothes, so you’d be comfortable, answering evasive questions in your place, giving you relationship advice and warnings in advance, protecting you from possible dispatch scandals… and most importantly, giving you the drug lecture. You’ve heard it countless times, about how drugs led to addiction and its side effects destroyed people’s lives, along with their loved ones.

But Nayeon used them, and you were sure the other girls were no saints, either. You were all grown women, aware of your actions. Besides, didn’t you deserve peace? You’ve asked Nayeon about what it felt like before, which was why you were sure it was just what you needed.

An escape, something to distract yourself from the rage and the pain, to have you relax for a bit. What were some substances to a body that was already filled with numbness? You just wanted it all to stop, to not feel so overwhelmed. You wanted to be a better idol, a better daughter, a better friend. But you knew that, for such thing to happen, you’d have to be born again; to be someone else.

You could never be anything but mediocre.

That was the reason, even though you were afraid, you still gathered some pills in your hands, looking at them with tears in your eyes. You struggled to breathe, and you lacked courage.

Even that you couldn’t do. A coward — no, you refused to be called that. With a deep sigh, you took a single one, at first.

I did nothing to ease your nerves. You were curious, and so desperately wanted the thoughts to stop, so you took another handful of them. You had never taken anything before, you had no idea how it worked. You expected something immediate, brief but strong, but instead, you just felt the usual numbness. Worse than that, you were starting to overthink about what such substances would do to you. Were you that useless that they didn’t work?

Instead of feeling light and bubbly, you simply felt like you had to throw up. Your entire body was prickling, and your long nails furiously scratched your skin in hopes I’d stop. There wasn’t enough air — as if you forgot how to breathe. It was a mechanic movement, and it terrified you, having to remember to recharge your lungs at every second. Despite the cold, your palms started sweating, and you felt sore and dizzy.

This wasn’t at all how you’d envisioned it. The thoughts were not gone, they’ve worsened, instead. They passed like flashes through your head, a million possible outcomes being presented to you through horrible insights, like you were a character living a thousand lives.

It terrified you. You didn’t want any of it anymore. It was all a terrible mistake.

After what felt like hours, you managed to get up from where you had been kneeling all this time. Balance had left your body, and you felt truly sorry for breaking one of the pretty vases that hung near the tv in your unnie’s room, as well as tearing down many little objects she had left dangling through her drawers. Leaning on anything you could see with your shitty vision, the ground moved like you were in a roller coaster.

You’d have to apologize for making her room even messier, later. Great; one more thing to feel guilty about.

Somehow, you managed to reach her on-suite bathroom. Your hands were now vigorously shivering, a clear message you were not well in the slightest. You needed it to stop, to do something, anything. Feeling heavy with regret, and desperation, you opened her mirror to reach out for your other option: Nayeon’s sleeping pills. Surely, sleeping through all this mess would make it pass quickly. You’d deal with all the consequences later. At the moment, you only needed to rest.

The medicine worked: you felt better instantly, no longer like you were going to throw up at any instant. Calming down, you were able to think clearly, although your heartbeat echoed loudly through the silent house. For the first time in weeks, you stared at yourself through the mirror.

The girl that started back scared you. Your hair lacked its usual thickness and shine. Your eyes were dull, lifeless, with heavy eyebags. And you were thin, so much your current clothes looked huge under yourself, as if they were someone else’s.

Maybe they were.

Those were your last thoughts before the world went pitch black. You lost control of your legs, and slowly felt your body getting closer to the ground. The world finally went silent, and it felt like you’d finally rest.

-

Nayeon knew something was wrong from the moment you called her.

Her nervousness only went further once the doorman confirmed to her that you had indeed gone to her apartment, but he hadn’t seen you leave ever since. In her heart, she already knew what was up.

Just refused to acknowledge it.

“Y/n?” Momo’s voice reverberated through the cold open area of her duplex’s first floor, not getting any response.

It’s okay. She told herself, trying to calm her heart, that felt like was going to fall from her chest. Y/n’s always been quiet. It’s okay. She’s okay.

Both women walked slowly to Nayeon’s master bedroom, looking at each other briefly before entering the room. The oldest gave Momo a faint nod before opening the door, unsure of what to expect.

Her room was normal, as much as it could be. It was a mess, naturally — her mess, but something felt.. off. There were a few things splashed on the ground that she was sure that were not her doing, and… her vase was broken?

What had Y/n done?

The lights of the closet were still on, so it was were she rushed, not looking back to see if Momo would follow. Truthfully, she hoped her friend and ex roommate didn’t.

She sighed in relief once she didn’t find the maknae in the room, but the scenery was not what she was prepared to see. Her drugs, the ones she’d hidden so carefully were all messy on the ground, in all the possible places.

It clicked, then. Your questions, the innocent curiosity whenever you’d mention about it… Nayeon suddenly felt so, so stupid. And deeply worried, too. She felt her rapid breathing as her shaky fingers shoved the drugs back to the drawer, a single question roaming like a silent scream inside her head.

Where was her baby maknae?

Nayeon didn’t have to wait long, though. A terrified scream followed her worried thoughts, confirming her deepest fears.

She didn’t want to look. Couldn’t master the courage to do so.

With her mouth dry, she forced herself to get up and follow Momo’s gasps. The sight presented to herself was one she was sure she’d see in her nightmares every day until she died.

It would haunt her forever.

Momo laid beside your fragile frame on the ground, vomit splashed in your shiny, porcelain ground. Nayeon didn’t mind that — she’s taken care of her members while they were passed out drunk many times, but what terrified was the way your body moved, limp yet frantic, a pool of white foam leaving your mouth while your eyes, while and lifeless, showed no signs of conscience.

She’s had a bad seizure. They doctors would explain to Nayeon, later.

It looked like hell on earth. Her baby, shaking so much there was blood on your head, hurt from the repetitive movements.

“U-unnie?” Momo’s voice faltered, her body covering half of the tragedy. It was selfish, but she was grateful for that. That she hadn’t seen it all. “Call the ambulance.” She was crying, Nayeon noticed, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t think, couldn’t move — she was useless, frozen, unable to do anything to help.

Momo’s hands went to your hands, trying to lock your arms in attempts of making you stop moving so aggressively and stop hurting yourself, even in your unconsciousness. “Unnie? Ambulance. NOW.”

Momo’s desperate tone is what brings Nayeon back from her trance. Her movements are mechanic, and she has no memory of the words she’d told the operator.

The only thing Nayeon truly remembers is holding Momo’s hands in the way to the hospital, as salty tears clouded her face. The paramedics screams were nothing in her ears, muffled by the loud banging inside her mind, with only one thing she was sure of.

She was to blame.

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