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can’t help falling in love with you

chou tzuyu x gn!reader /// fluff

summary: the two of you love each other, and that’s all that really matters.

wise men say, only fools rush in but i can’t help falling in love with you like a river flows, surely to the sea darling so it goes, some things are meant to be — can’t help falling in love, twenty one pilots (cover)

the two of you meet when the sun touches the horizon and bleeds the world red. you’re lost and tzuyu’s confused but your fingers tangle together almost immediately, like two puzzle pieces of the universe finally coming together.

the two of you end up falling over, under, for each other as the constellations light up the sky. in this moment, the two of you are ethereal beings with stardust in your veins. in this moment, the world stretches as far as each other. in this moment, there’s only the two of you, but has there ever been anyone else?

and so you’re no longer lost and tzuyu’s no longer confused because it’s not difficult to smile when all you ever need is right there next to you.

ii.

tzuyu isn’t an artist but she paints a smile on your face every day. you’re not a fixer but she collects all the pieces of yourself that tzuyu throws away in her small hands and fits them back into their place. the two of you aren’t perfect but the two of you are perfect for each other.

sometimes it’s difficult to remember the strings that bind you both together, when shouting rattles the roof and both of you scream things that the two of you will later regret. gold and silver threads pull you both back from the cliff’s edge and the two of you hold each other like lifelines.

when the world is quiet, the two of you remember what love feels like, and then everything is okay again.

iii.

the two of you are painted in red, blue, white, backlit against the fireworks that bloom above you both. you’re silver and tzuyu’s gold and there’s so much pride in the sky that it’s almost tangible in the air but the two of you are only ever proud of each other.

lyrics spill from your fingertips as the two of you twirl into the night, laughter crystallising into the atmosphere. tonight, there’s nothing except for the feeling of warm hands wrapping around your heart and the slow pulsing beat of the earth as it spins to the rhythm of your feet.

the two of you don’t let go of each other until the moon fades away and even then it is only to fall into each other again as you both sleep.

iv.

there’s something wonderful about the permanence of ink. it breathes magic into all the pages of your lives. winter is followed by spring and the scrapbook that you both made together is slowly getting filled up. there are so many pictures stuck to the colourful pages that the polaroids almost drip off and float to the ground.

the two of you cannot help but smile constantly at the bright camera flashes, revelling in wanting to be captured in the spur of the moment, on the edge of feeling. you stick the images down and tzuyu captions them in black sharpie.

there’s an ‘i love you’ on every page.

tzuyu used to be afraid of the things that went bump in the night. now she has you to hold her hand and every scary silhouette turns into a bunny or a unicorn or a fairy. she finds that nothing is scarier than you leaving her but you’re right here and so close that tzuyu can count your heartbeats so there’s nothing else to be afraid of.

when morning comes, the shadows are gone but you’re still here and tzuyu realizes that her heart only ever skips a beat now when you smile at her.

she is no longer afraid.

vi.

the bonfire spits into the sky as waves break on the shore. it’s hot and cold at the same time but the two of you have each other so nothing else really matters. the sweet smell of roasting marshmallows hang in the air as the two of you navigate the crowd, always touching in one way or another. it’s customary now, this is how the two of you harmonize. the two of you play a duet with your broken strings and weave stories into your song.

tzuyu’s fingers are cold and she’s shaking as she fumbles with the buttons on her coat. you laugh as you cover tzuyu’s hands with yours and the sky burns orange as you slide the last button into place. tzuyu grins at you and you feel as if the sun has suddenly risen again.

this is how the two of you are now, and this is how the two of you will be forever.

fluff, fluff, fluff…

#kpop x reader #kpop imagines #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice tzuyu x reader #twice tzuyu imagines #chou tzuyu x reader #chou tzuyu imagines #tzuyu x reader #tzuyu imagines #girl group imagines #gxg imagines #kpop #twice #twice tzuyu #chou tzuyu #tzuyu #girl group #gxg

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I’ve been watching one piece on and off with my roommates and they just caught up with the show I gotta say I’m proud of their dedication lol

one piece is good, but so, so lengthy and takes the energy out of me to watch. i wanna quit but at the same time i can't because it's a good anime. i also started a new one, i think it's called erased or smth. i like it so far.

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i wanna write member x member, but i'm gonna make a new ao3 acc for that. i'll still post it on here tho, so don't worry. <3

#mel rambles

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One Piece is cool, the amount of episodes is overwhelming though. happy watching mel! -bald anon

thank you, bald anon! <3 (1000+ episodes is very, very overwhelming but i’ll pull through)

#asks #bald anon

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ooo i started watching the live action i never got into the anime when i was watching anime regularly but all i can say is live action nami and zoro?????? they’re so hakwbdkwkjfk

it’s so entertaining too!!

the live action got me into the anime. and i'd rather watch 8 episodes over 1000+ episodes any day, but now i'm hooked. i started the anime over the weekend and i'm only on episode 11. i still got a long way to go.

and the live action is really, really amazing. i'd recommend it to anybody and i was amazed by how well iñaki plays luffy! now, i really hope there's a season 2 because it was awesome. i'll proudly say that i finished it in a day.

#asks #miinatozakiis

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are you watching the live action one piece or the anime?

i watched the live action first then i started the anime

#asks #happilychaengs

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Have you watched a2k? Luv your nayeon fic btw.

-bald anon

i haven’t yet, i’ve been watching one piece… and thank you so much!!!

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oh my goshhhh, i loved this!!!! 🫶🥹

oceanside

sana x reader

the beach.

you didn’t like the beach, not typically. grainy hot sand, screams of joy that seemed deafening when combined with the sounds of the waves colliding with the shoreline, it all made your irate. however, the sensation of going to the beach at the dead of night was a comforting feeling. the screams no longer present, crashing of waves less persistent and more soft, sand cool and smooth beneath you.

more importantly, the way sana’s hands played with yours under the moonlight.

you weren’t too sure how it had come about, how you started missing sana during the days, only to find her at night, walking the shoreline, bending to let her fingers dip in the cool water.

she was a friend of a friend, someone you didn’t truly know, yet, her presence brought the strongest feeling over you. what feeling? you weren’t sure of that either.

“i love the ocean, despite the common fear associated with it.” her voice was low and gravely, far from the usual bubbly sana you’d see at group gatherings.

“i’m afraid of the ocean.” you replied, eyes lingering of her fingers gently tracing your own, heart caught in your throat.

you weren’t sure where sana came up with the things she said, but, you aren’t sure of a lot when it comes to the girl.

“and whys that?” she hums, you feel her eyes on you, you feel the weight of them as they track any move you make. you take in a breath, salty air filling your lungs as you look up at the girl, the girl who quickly took the breath out of your lungs.

the moonlight somehow made her prettier, highlighting the perfect nose, sharp jaw, plump lips. it glimmered in her eyes as she looked at you, and suddenly it felt impossible to speak.

“it’s, kinda the mystery of it. who really knows what’s out there.” you shrugged, averting your gaze to the ocean, sea foam and small waves crashing on the shore, illuminated by the moon, almost shining.

“funny, that’s what i find alluring about the ocean.” sana smiles, although you don’t see it. she uses her right arm to push closer to you, hand now atop yours, listening to how your breath catches. “then again, that’s what i like about you too, the mystery.”

the next time you see sana, you’re with your friends.

she almost ignores you when in groups, only acknowledging you in fleeting glances an occasional hums in response to what you say.

you think back to the first night you spent with her on the beach, exactly two weeks ago. she had messaged you, not giving much conversation, instead just an address and life guard tower number, as well as a small “come here xx”. why you decided to meet with this stranger almost? you weren’t sure.

you also didn’t know why she treated you in two polar opposite ways, during the day, sana brought the aura of night, cold and quiet, and during the night, sana brought the aura of day, so warm and bright.

“y/n?”

you look up, catching the eyes of all your friends, including sana, all concerned except for her, she was neutral, almost grinning as if she knew.

“are you alright? you spaced.” one friend, cho miyeon, asks. this friend was impossibly close to sana, always flirty and a blushing mess when she was around. it made you wonder about why sana treated you the way she did come night if she was seemingly into miyeon, as all your friends believed.

“yeah i’m good, just tired.” you smiled, raising hands above your head in a stretch.

“were you out last night?” you pause. the voice was undeniably sana, who you were undeniably out with last night. you meet her eyes, seeing the cheshire grin she wore, knowing well where you were.

“uh, yeah, i was meeting up with someone.” you respond, lowering your hands slowly, expression now unreadable to the other people beside you two. nevertheless, the two of you received curious looks, as if they could pick up on sana’s hints as well.

“sounds fun, is she pretty?” sana is now leaning further forward, elbows on the table and head in her hands. you feel yourself gulp, her gaze along with the other curious looks from your friends feeling suffocating.

“yeah, she is.” you shrug, shyly looking away to conceal the rosy color that was burning on your cheeks.

“aww, how sweet.” sana replies, only before looking back to miyeon to envelope her in some conversation about a drama, you think.

you look back up, in the clear from sana’s gaze, but your now being looked at suspiciously by park jihyo, your best friend. her gaze is ever knowing, and yet confusion is splayed on her features. you knew she knew something was up, she just couldn’t place what.

“something wrong?” you ask, tilting your head at her, opting to play dumb in the eyes of danger. then again, you didn’t know why you and sana’s meetings were private up until this point, but as all thoughts with sana end: you aren’t sure of any of her intentions.

“so, what’s up with you and sana?”

the group is now at some shopping complex, specifically in a cute clothing store, everyone split off to browse on their own time. sana and miyeon flirting somewhere in the store, you could tell by the giggles that settled wrong in your stomach, mina and dahyun somewhere picking out clothing for the other, and of course, jihyo.

“i don’t think i know what you’re talking about.” you say, jaw clenching as your fingers start to grip the clothing hangers a little tighter.

“yeah, right. we all saw whatever happened at lunch.” jihyo quipped back, looming closely behind you, making sure to keep her voice somewhat low. you could only scoff, frustrated at the persistence of your friend, especially when you know you’d get lectured if you gave into her theories. probably over what a danger it is to be involved with someone who acts in such spontaneous ways.

“i’m not sure either. maybe she saw me.” you said, trying to remain as calm in your lie, careful to not get caught.

“and then who were you with?” jihyo asked, uh oh. this was not good, not one bit.

“sana.”

sure enough, jihyo ended up explaining what a risky situation for your feelings this was, and you had simply agreed, nodding in embarrassment at every word she had said. and yet,

“you know i get jealous over jihyo, right?”

and yet, here you were, giving in to the temptation that is minatozaki sana yet again. the waves crashing on the shore yet again, crisp air lightly blowing your hair as you gazed off, letting sana’s hands trail to your waist.

“that’s not fair.” you murmured, eyes dropping to your lap, catching sana’s arm snake from behind you to pull you into her front. you heard sana let out a muffled chuckle, feeling her chin fall to the top of your shoulder.

“and whys that?” sana giggled, you could feel the smile in her voice, which only left more unease in your stomach.

“you seem to be pretty infatuated with miyeon.” your voice was gruff, trying to restrict whatever bubbling feelings of jealousy from imploding inside you. it all felt wrong, like you shouldn’t be feeling this way. sana only laughed, grinning into your neck, hot breath tickling your skin. her response only heightened whatever pent up feelings were brewing within you.

“that’s silly. miyeon-ie and are are just real close.” sana dragged out the real, voice airy and light, giggles still lingering in her tone. you only sighed, trying so hard to keep it all in, to not let any of the strange emotions sana gave you seep.

“what? something wrong?” sana asks, voice so very knowing.

“no. i’m okay.”

the next time you see sana, it’s at some house party.

more importantly, miyeon’s house party. full friendgroup and then some in attendance. it’s actually quite the large crowd, and yet, it seems sana is the only girl you can see.

she’s all up on miyeon, and you can’t help the disgusting jealousy that rises in you, followed by the guilt of being jealous of one of your own friends.

sana knows. she knows your jealous. her eyes keep finding yours through the sea of people, watching as you lean on the wall, sipping some punch concoction and moping. she only grins at you, continuing to lay the moves on miyeon, much to the others delight.

you wonder if sana’s playing with you or playing with miyeon, or maybe both, you aren’t sure, really.

you huff, eyes grazing around to the other occupants in the building, hoping to find someone you can talk too, anything to distract yourself from the older girl.

and that’s when you feel it.

a light tap on your shoulder, then another, and then one more, making you turn on your heel to face whoever was trying to rope in your attention.

it’s im nayeon. and wow, she is stunning.

you’d known her as a friend of sana’s, but further than that, you had not a clue anything about the older girl.

she was taller than you, looking down to meet your gaze with a bright smile on her face.

“hey, you’re y/n, right?” she asks, leaning down to your ear, ensuring you hear her voice, deep and a little gravely. her breath is hot in your ear, sending a sudden chill down your spine despite the heat of the room. she pulls away, dopey grin still on her face, succeeding in making you smile for what feels like the first time tonight.

you place a hand on her shoulder, leaning up to respond, “yeah, you’re nayeon.” you hum, leaning back and letting your smile grow as you note her flushed cheeks.

she leans back once more, “do you wanna go outside? it’s a little loud in here.”. you only nod, letting her large hand grip yours as she leads you along to the back door, missing the grimace sana sends the both of your ways.

“what’s up with you and nayeon?”

you don’t know how sana keeps you wrapped around her finger, keeps you at the edge, knowing at any point you’d drop whatever you were doing to assist her, entertain her.

the warmth she gives you is almost too hot now, not as comforting as it once was, instead, her touch burns against your skin, searing anything in her path.

“i don’t know, she’s nice.” you shrug, eyes transfixed on the dainty fingers she runs along your thigh, other hand snaked around your body and drawing you into her front.

“yeah, sure. are you two talking?” she asks, voice twinged with annoyance and frustration. you take in a deep breath, salty air filling your lungs.

“i don’t know.”

it’s all you can say, tip toeing around sana as to not hurt her, ironic. almost all her actions hurt you, and it’s a suffocating pain.

you only realized recently that you were in love with sana. maybe you brushed it aside as it was far too soon to feel so strongly, but this pain and comfort could only draw back to one thing. and the cruel reality of being in love was playing out now, the way you craved for sana, no matter how bad it hurt you.

there’s a beat of silence, a deep breath from sana, until that stinging pain leaves you, her body fully removed. you hear her stand behind you, ready to walk off as she always does.

“i don’t get you.” you say, it’s uncontrollable, and it’s nearly a whisper. but surely, it catches sana attention, steps pausing, her turning back to you, although you can’t see that.

“what don’t you get about me?” sana asks, voice gentle, contrasting with her almost aggressive tone from earlier. it compliments the crashing waves, and it drives you to stand and face her, for better or for worse.

“sana, do you understand what you’re doing? running off with me at night just to be all over miyeon every hour of the day? do you know how hurt i am?” you can’t control it now, the warm tears finally falling, and all that pent up emotion finally breaching.

sana stares at you, eyes blank and arms hung at her sides, baggy top flowing with the wind.

“it’s so hard for me sana, and it’s just a game to you.”

you’re sobbing now, body shaking and vision blurring, head starting to ring and the sound of the ocean deafening, only worsening the pain settling within you.

she’s still, so still it can only make you hurt worse, it almost makes her look careless.

“y/n.” she mutters, taking a careful step forward, looking down at the sand beneath her.

you can only cry harder, hands moving to wipe some of the wetness from your eyes and nose, the feeling so gross, and yet again only enhancing your emotions for worse.

she moves closer again, now an arms length away from you. her eyes are still emotionless, but her brows are furrowed, but you can’t really make that out.

you can’t control your body from throwing itself into sana, head nuzzling to her neck in an attempt to suppress all of whatever was coming out. her arms wrap around you, hurting you worse and worse. her shirt begins to stick to her skin from the tears you unleash onto it, and she cringes a little, heart twinging with an unexplainable guilt.

she pulls away, holding you by your shoulders, looking at your face, looking at how tired you looked. she pouts at you, you who is hastily breathing out, nearing a panic attack unbeknownst to sana. sana who is now leaning in, she’s fluttering closed once close enough. and surely, her lips press against yours.

she ignores the salty taste of your lips, and you ignore your shock and fatigue, barely kissing her back, but still putting in an attempt. one of her hands goes to cup your cheek, other resting on your neck, pulling you in closer. she hums, fulfilled and happy, despite the melancholy atmosphere surrounding the two of you.

she draws away, frown on her face at your obvious exhaustion. she can only sigh, hand grabbing yours with a tug.

“let me walk you home.”

the walk is quiet, more peaceful then the events from the beach, but there’s something left unsaid, and that’s all you can place.

but soon enough, you’re at your doorstep, sana’s hand still in yours.

you feel ready to give out, tired of everything, ready to go sleep for too long and then wake up and do nothing for a couple days, you’d figured you’d be too exhausted anyway. but there’s another tug, light at your hand, and you almost want to ignore it. but, when have you ever ignored sana?

you turned, begrudgingly, facing the girl, who only wore a somber smile, a glint of pain noticeable in her eyes.

“y/n,” she trails, looking away from you. uh oh.

“listen, i care about you, and a lot.” uh oh. the burning of tears pricks back at your eyes, and you feel everything repeating again.

“but, i’m not in love with you, i do like you, but, i really can’t give you what you want.” she says, smile still on her face, however more pitiful than before.

a sinking pain falls within you. one only describable as heartbreak. it feels as if your breath is stuck in your throat, choking you as your heart squeezes. you grit your teeth, only realizing your tears once they pool at your chin.

“i,” your voice gives out, too shaken and far too wobbly. you breath in, deep and low in your lungs, “i understand.”

and your last memory of that night is the hug sana gives you, that and the gentle kiss pressed to your lips, almost a conciliatory gesture.

days go by, almost weeks, but it’s just under 2 when you see sana again. a whole 13 days of moping in your home not bothering to leave or get up, only doing so when jihyo comes over, which is more frequent than usual since the whole, well situation, happened.

it’s a small gathering in jihyo’s apartment, and nayeon had been occupying most of your attention the whole time, sillily flirting with you, and easing the lingering pain inside you.

the time you do see sana is short, and it’s in the form of a glance, one that lingers, and one that almost, almost, draws pain out from within you, but you decide on saving that for when you get home.

she’s in the corner of the room, nayeon having had blocked her the whole night until she had gotten up to grab the both of you drinks. her lips are locked with miyeon’s and the pain burns inside you. she pulls away, glancing over to you, smile falling and frown growing as she looks at you, regret staining her features in an instant. she tries to pull from miyeon, but it’s hopeless, the girl latched onto her too tight, so sana can only stare. you swear you catch tears pooling at her own eyes, but nayeon is back in front of you in an instant. blocking your view of the other girl.

nayeon immediately catches somethings up, head tilting. “something wrong?” she asks, voice soft and careful as she rests a hand on your thigh, an all too familiar gesture.

you can only shake your head, sad smile playing on your face, but going overlooked by nayeon.

you find yourself at the beach that night, not due to sana’s persuasion, but instead by your own self.

it’s melancholy and so so peaceful, the waves quiet, moonlight soft in highlighting the waves. the moment is perfect, undisturbed. well, almost.

“i guess we think alike.” a voice giggles, bittersweet and hitting you like cold water. you don’t dare turn around, knowing all too well who it is.

“yeah, we do.” you mumble, letting your fingers sink into the cool sand, swirling them around in it as to distract yourself from whatever’s happening right now, or rather the presence looking behind you.

“i messed up, you know.”

you don’t want to acknowledge it, you try not too, for your own well-being, but of course,

“how?”

all you can hear is a light and low laugh, and the movement of fabric behind you.

“i think i am in love with you.”.

#mel reblogs #twice sana x reader #twice sana imagines #idlenayeon

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do you take requests? i love your writing !!

at the moment, no. but i’ll take ideas and incorporate them into the wips i have :)

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I swear you always go all out for nayeon when it comes to smut and I couldn’t be happier the fic was amazing a tear definitely rolled down my leg 🥲

thank you, anon! it felt nice to write smut again after pumping out angst after angst fic.

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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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