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hold me tight - bts | kim dahyun

summary: maybe cupid could save us

pairing: dahyun x fem!reader

themes: angst, fluff, tension, use of flashbacks in italics, marriage counseling, reader insecurity, past physical violence (against original male character, not any member of twice), implied sex, some of twice!

wc: 7.2k

polished silverware, two table napkins, two sets of forks, and knives. a draped tablecloth, and the long wooden table stretching down the dining room. on two ends are two lost souls, once connected with bountiful joy and prosperity. now sat farther apart than the two ends of a colossal ship. barely stitched together by unspoken words and exhaustion.

"what time?" you dig into your steak, back and forth sliding it down the tender meat.

"2pm tomorrow. should i call your assistant?" dahyun digs at her roasted potatoes, a little sweet, just the way she likes it.

"no need, i'll be there." you counter, stabbing the slice of steak, digging into it. pushing the green peas a bit to the left, and sipping the wine. a delicacy truly.

"good." she says quietly, "pass me the pepper?" you look up, the bottle is in the middle.

the dmz line, you lean foward, grabbing a hold of the glass bottle, placing it into her hand.

"here."

"thank you."

the rest of the dinner is followed by the sounds of silverware, and only silverware.

dr. yoo jeongyeon, phd, lcpc

you stare at the plaque, gold serif lettering, bold face on top of a black rectangle, sitting directly in the middle of the edge of her desk. your loafers gently tapping the carpeted floor, in time with each tick of a second.

she looks confident, shoulders back and sinking into her leather chair. glasses perched on her nose, a montblanc in hand. eyes a little empty, but inviting, a little too inviting.

"thank you both for joining us today, first time?" dr. yoo starts, eyes taking a slow drift from dahyun to you.

dahyun's legs are tucked together, low heels and a brown suit. she leans forward at dr. yoo's question. "yes, first time."

a simple nod, and a scribble along her notepad. you tilt your head to the right.

"each session with me runs fifty minutes, no longer. if needed, it can be cut short." she says, placing some files away, shuffling paper away, and fixing her glasses. you both nod at the terms. "lovely, could i have you both introduce yourselves?" she continues, eyes back on you and dahyun.

you stare at dahyun.

"i'm dahyun, 26, a fashion designer and a wine enthusiast, lovely to meet you." dahyun stands up, offering a handshake. dr. yoo smiles lightly and shakes it.

"and you?"

"i'm dahyun's wife, 26, ceo and founder of future consultants llc, and a tennis enthusiast."

dr. yoo's eyes stare at you, but her pens moves quickly along the page.

dahyun stares at you, before looking back at her folded hands.

"thank you both, now could you both explain why you are here?" her eyes come back up, those glasses hanging so low is making you mad.

dahyun coughs into her hand.

"we need help." a little unsure, but a desperate plea. your foot stops tapping on the carpeted floor.

dr. yoo scribbles along a new line.

"and you?" the doctor stares at you. you sit up, fixing the buttons on your blazer.

"we're...not the same as we used to be." you say, pulling one leg over the other. dr. yoo nods at that, another line filled.

"alright, now, let me give you some insight on me. i'm dr. yoo jeongyeon, did my phd in human psychology, masters in counseling and bachelor's in neurology. and i'm a lcpc: licensed clinical professional counselor. you can say i'm a people enthusiast." she smiles lightly, dahyun laughs under her breath.

your foot goes back to tapping.

"let's get into it." she sets down the notepad. "could you tell me how you both met?"

"what's the maturity date for a treasury bond?"

"20 - 30 years, you seriously have to try harder, sam." you laugh, taking another sip of your beer. sam just grins and flips over a new flashcard.

"okay smarty pants, what are floating-rate notes?" sam taps the index card on the bar table. eyes a little playful, he always did like making you work for your reward.

"they're-"

"stop it ryan." behind you is the voice of a woman, her back hitting yours, nearly spilling your beer. you turn around, a man towering over her, hand on her wrist and his firm grip, stopping her. no matter how hard she tries to pull.

you signal sam.

"take your hand off her." you press down on his wrist, holding his arm in place. the woman stares at you and sam, bewildered eyes and still pulling against ryan's hold.

"fuck off." he spits in your face.

"yeah? let's see how your face looks after this pretty boy." you slam into his chest, him tumbling backwards, foot hitting the barstool and a loud thud hitting the floor. you spot the submariner on his wrist shining under the bar light, fuck.

sam's at the ready, hand on a switchblade, you signal him back, not him.

the woman gasps, hand immediately shooting her sore wrists, shit it looks bad. ryan's still on the group, and then he shoots up. hands at the ready to land a punch, weak form though. you sidestep him, letting him fall forward.

"daddy can't pay to fix your crooked nose?" you smirk at him, taunting him to do anything. his eyes ablaze as he tries again. what a foolish boy.

you let him try and land a left hook, before you start punching his jaw, one good liver punch and he topples over. damn, your jaw hurts too, men like him throw too much of their power into their punches.

"fuck, sam." you groan to your friend, hand trying to pop your jaw back into place. you do, letting out a low shout, before getting your stuff.

stay too long and then he'll call the cops, the last thing you need is another fine print on your academic file. you stumble forward, feeling blood dripping down the side of your head, cheeky bastard, he had rings on.

you barely manage to push the bar door, string of curses falling out of your lip, the cold air immediately frosting your breath. damn it all, and you left your beer half finished.

"excuse me!" the woman's voice carries from the door, and you can see her, urgently trying to get to you. "thank you so much back there."

she's trying to offer you some napkins from her clutch, all you can do it hope that liver punch suckered him to stay on the ground long enough for you to dissapear.

"you have anyone safe?"

"safe?"

you gesture a bit. "like a friend maybe? did you come alone?"

you lean to the side trying to get a glimpse of pretty boy, but he's no where in sight. a good thing. you can see sam though, shoving bills at the bartender, and grabbing jackets.

"no friends, i came with him." her hand goes back to her bruised wrist, yeah that looks awful. you're very glad you stepped in.

"listen, i need to leave now. i would love to do the whole 'thank you, you're welcome' pleasantries, but I don't know how long he'll stay down before he calls the cops."

you explain, seeing sam opening the bar door, urgent eyes calling for you to disappear into the night.

"could you take me home, i really have no other way to get back." you stare into the bar, oh pretty boy's up, shouting at a bartender. you need to exit NOW.

"okay, let's go. i know you're wearing heels, but keep up." you offer a hand, and disappear into the back alleyway. by the time you just turn around the corner at the end, you can hear the distant voice outside the bar.

you're finally in sam's beater car, an old hand-me-down from his grandma, with the girl from the bar in the backseat.

she keeps watching you from the mirror.

"where do you live?" you pull out of the back lot, she's still soothing her bruised wrist.

"eleanor court, upper east side." damn shit, of course she's rich too, loaded with daddy's money just like that dude you suckered punched. how you always manage being at the hands of rich people, you hope to find out soon, because this sucks.

the drive's pretty silent, sam's got his old 80s mixtapes playing from the car radio. and he's humming along as he taps on his passenger door, you're glad that at least one of you has a car.

"woah..." sam brings you out of your thinking. woah is correct, even sam can see it.

colonial style homes the size of manors down the perfectly paved roads. long outdoor lamp lights lining the street. lush bushes and trees lining the sides of the house. not a single police car in sight, you can even see fountains spouting water from a statue.

what a bunch of crap.

"dude, she's asleep." sam taps your shoulder, you quickly put his car in park. looking at her from the rear view, damn she is asleep, jacket covering her torso but her head leaning against the window.

damn, damn, damn.

one wrong HOA member being curious, and you can easily be thrown in jail for the rest of your life. you open your door, rushing to the backseat. opening the door, and placing your hand against her head to keep her body from falling out of the car.

"miss, we're home." she just curls into your hand. "sam, help me hold her up." he nods, using his bodyweight as a rest for the girl's body. you begin searching through her clutch, hopefully she has an id inside.

"kim dahyun.....501 eleanor court." you shove the id back into her clutch. "sam move." you grab a hold of her body, picking her body up. wrapping the jacket and clutch over top of her.

"stay in the car. i'll bring her in." you began walking down the eerily quiet neighborhood, goodness rich people are so pretentious. you struggle to open the gate. then you hear a low mechanic voice.

"hello, who are you?"

"hi, i'm just here to drop off a kim dahyun. she had an issue with some guy at the bar, and she needed someone to take her home." you speak into it, a clicking noise and then the metal box goes silent.

the large metal gates open, you step in, walking up to the front porch, pillars lining the wide entrance.

goodness, you need to get out of this neighborhood. the large wooden door opens and you see two people, a suited man and a maid. of course.

"miss dahyun?" the maid begans fussing over her, hand on her cheek, "oh my!" a loud gasp at the bruised wrist. you drop her into the leather couch.

"what happened?" the butler asks you, offering a towel at your dried blood.

you try your best to keep yourself from dirtying the house, both of them keep staring at you though.

"uh, some guy at the bar, ryan. he kept bruising her wrist, so i had to step in." you point at your head. the butler nods, and the maid begins inspecting the bruise.

"i told miss dahyun to stop seeing him." the butler explains, placing the jacket to cover her.

you nod, so this wasn't even the first time. the maid returns with soothing cream, applying the ointment over her bruised wrists. you stand idly by the couch, a little confused with what to do here.

you stare at dahyun's face, she's rather pretty is what you land on, before the man's voice brings you out of your focus.

"let me offer you a new shirt." you look down, and it does look like you just got into the ring with rocky, blood-dried splotches all over. the butler disappears before you can even say no.

with a folded new shirt, linen and italian, goodness these people have too much money, you shuffle into a bathroom.

changing into it quickly, eyeing all the towels and expensive soaps on the counter. you fix yourself up and exit, seeing the butler and maid still crowding around the girl.

"i, i really should leave. i'm sorry." the butler and maid are still trying to get you to stay, to offer some reward, but really all you want to do is leave this hellscape. unfamiliar faces, with unfamiliar mannerisms, its all too much.

"she saved me from a sleazy guy at a bar." dr. yoo jots it down.

"and you?"

"i, i guess i did?"

"you guess?"

"i, yes, i saved her from the sleazy guy." dr. yoo nods.

the ticking sound comes back clearer in your ear. the repetitive ticking feels like tumbling down a hill, imminent and quick swift death.

"let's move on then, how did you two start dating?"

"dahyun was insistent on paying me back for the bar, kept telling me she needed to." you offer.

dr. yoo nods, another scribble along the notepad. then she pulled the file from her desk, and two separate questionnaires werefilled out.

"and it says here, you both attended the same university." ever since dahyun found out you two attended the same university, she began urging you for dinner.

you tried very hard to say no, but in the quad, down the main academic path. she just kept finding you, like a needle in a haystick, she always managed to pick you out from the hundreds of students.

if she wasn't so nice about it, you might have considered it creepy.

"yes, brown." you nod.

"lovely school, my friend's alma mater." dr. yoo comments and lifts her head once more from the notepad.

"how's your sex life?"

you see dahyun's feet uncross and cross again. while you start tapping your foot again.

"we haven't done it," dahyun begins, "in a long while."

dr. yoo nods, and turns to you. "how does that make you feel?"

"i'm not sure."

dr. yoo nods again, dahyun's feet uncross and cross again. the clock's still ticking on the wall.

you are sure it's non-judgmental, it just makes you aggravated, like you're being lectured on how to love.

dahyun can't remember the last time you two have cherished each other. dinner's filled with delicious food, to cover the absence of enticing conversation.

being married to the point of small talk, has drained you both more than you wanted to admit.

"this is still the first session, so let's start with simple exercises. try and vocalize your appreciation for each other. this can be as simple as: i appreciate you doing the dishes today. remember, speaking the unspoken words can change your relationship for the better." dr. yoo stands up, offering you both a handshake and walking you both out her office.

"i have to get back to work." you comment, letting dahyun walk in front of you. she nods at that, you both are busy people, even though it's important to try and fix your breaking relationship, you both have jobs to do.

"i'll see you for dinner?" she says as you open her car door, holding a hand over her head as she sits.

"yes, dinner." she nods at you, wanting you to say more. you want to as well, a little unsure.

"thank you, for being here today." she starts, staring up into you, you smile lightly back at her, dahyun's still got that warm eye smile that makes your heart burst.

"you as well dahyun." you lean your head down a bit, "charlie, get her to her office safely." he nods from the rear view. and with that you close her door. watching the car roll away from the sidewalk.

it's weird to have to see a professional for marriage counseling, but in your heart, you do want to fix things with dahyun.

sweet dahyun who is always so concerned with everyone's wellbeing; often neglecting her own. the rest of the afternoon, you try and focus on work, feeling downright awful about how your relationship has disintegrated.

"dahyun? i'm home." you enter the brownstone, a little more excited to be home. she's in the kitchen, an adorable brown bear apron over top.

"hey, i'm making pasta tonight." she's smiling.

"need help?"

"no, i should be good. could you set the table?" you leave the kitchen, entering the wine pantry, grabbing one that you know she loves. as well as two glasses, a gift from her parents.

dahyun's walking out with bowls of pasta, surprised to see the bottle in hand.

you begin pouring them into the two glasses, passing one to her, she thanks you quietly, placing down the bowls, and returning to the kitchen. you follow after her, grabbing knives and forks and napkins.

she's busy with another dish, and you hum to yourself, cleaning the silverware while waiting for her.

"damn it. fuck fuck fuck." dahyun's hand jerks back against the pot, her hand instantly going to hold it. you drop the silverware in the sink, quick strides towards her. she burned herself with the pot.

"dahyun, let me see." there are tears in her eyes, and she's shaking her head, she's always been so dismissive of her own pain. you take her hand gently, looking at it. it's definitely bad, red skin over top, hot to the touch. "let's run it under cold water, okay?"

she nods, even though there's tears in her eyes, and all she wants to do is just shrink into herself.

you run the water cold, feeling for it before letting it run over her burned finger. the tears in her eyes are still there, threatening to spill out.

then dahyun cries out. "i'm so stupid, i can't even cook a simple dinner." her tears are falling, much like the water over the hurt finger. like letting the pain rain out from her heart.

"oh dahyun, no you aren't stupid, you never were." you hug her tightly, letting her head fall to your shoulders, quietly crying against your shirt. she cries even harder at that, an anguish cry out for help,

you feel your own tears spring up. how you hate seeing dahyun cry.

"how is it?" you ask, pulling her away, looking at the finger under the water. it's less red, still there but it looks better.

"hurts." she pouts.

"let me go grab some ointment, stay here okay?" you leave, turning down the hallway to the bathroom, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for ointment cream to sooth the pain.

you return quickly, gently dabbing the cream over her finger with a q-tip. letting out a low hiss, and you apologize quickly, letting her relax a bit before continuing to spread it around.

"okay?" you step back, throwing away the q-tip.

"it's good, thank you." then she slips away to finish dinner. you stand by letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, with every bit of your heart, you hope that dahyun wants to work this out as much as you do.

"hello, come on in." dr. yoo's now a familiar face, always a warm if not stoic face. never showing signs of disinterest or much of an opinion, you begin to wonder what it takes to be a professional therapist.

"thank you." you let dahyun ahead of you, her sitting in the left armchair, while you sit on the right. fixing your blazer as you sit with one leg over the other. eyes watching dr. yoo in anticipation.

"how are you both doing?" she starts, that same montblanc in hand, a new shirt, dark blue and glasses hanging on her nose.

dahyun looks to you.

"we're doing okay." you offer, a little smile on your face.

"and you?" dr. yoo turns her head towards dahyun.

"we're doing better." dahyun fiddles with the band-aid over her finger. your eyes linger on it, a reminder of the small act of affection.

"lovely, last time you both mentioned that sexual intimacy had not happened in some time. has that changed since our last session?"

dahyun coughs into her hand, sinking into her armchair. you look away from her.

"no, it hasn't changed." dahyun speaks softly, like she's confessing a sin. you fold your hands over each other.

dr. yoo nods, another line written.

"how is work-life balance for you two?" dr. yoo stares into you, you sit up again.

"it's fine, the normal 9-6pm work day." dr. yoo jots that down. the clock continues to tick in your ears.

"what about you?" dahyun stares at the floor.

"it's okay, usually after work i'll unwind with some wine or television series." dahyun's always been so absorbed with her dramas, often asking you to join her to watch them. you often decline with the pre-tense of overflowing work from the day.

"ah yes, you mentioned you are a wine enthusiast." dahyun nods, wine has always been something she indulged in, you don't share the same love for the drink. finding it all a bit too much for yourself.

"could you tell me how that started?" your eyes go wide a bit, you never bothered to ask dahyun that, just assuming she's always enjoyed it.

"my late father used to own a winery, when i was able to start drinking he started training me as a sommelier." you knew of mr. kim's obsession with wine.

multiple wine cellars across his basement, walls lined with rows of wooden aisles, each row lined with bottles filling the basement. often times you snuck into the basement with dahyun sharing kisses and giggles away from the prying eyes of her parents.

"sorry to hear that mrs. kim, that's lovely to hear that you still has a passion for wine." dr. yoo continues, letting the words fly across the notepad. you uncross and cross the other leg over.

"and you mentioned you were a tennis enthusiast, how did that start?" dr. yoo's eyes are still on the notepad, pen quickly running across the page. you lean forward a bit.

"my friend sam, used to sneak us into the tennis bubble after work, when all the people left the country club. and we would play for hours." dr. yoo nods, more lines filling across the page.

"you never told me it was because of sam, you said it was just a hobby you had." dahyun comments, eyes on you, a little suprised at the conversation.

"i couldn't afford tennis equipment, too expensive." you explain.

dr. yoo continues to write as you and dahyun talk.

"but all those times you came to the country club, you offered to pay for the tab." dahyun leans into you a bit, you let your eyes wander over the name plaque on dr. yoo's desk.

"had to work overtime to pay it off." dahyun sinks back into her chair.

"and dahyun, you seem suprised, how does this make you feel?"

she looks back at her hands.

"i feel awful, i didn't know it costed that much for you." you return your gaze to her, watching the anguish in her eyes.

you wish you didn't feel ashamed about your financial situation, but every second spent with the kims was another jab at your own social status.

"i'm sorry dahyun, i kept it from you because i didn't want you to treat me differently." you shrink a bit, pulling the blazer a bit tighter. eyes falling to the floor naturally.

"and i'm sorry too, for never noticing." dahyun speaks it softly, you barely register the words.

you just nod, letting her hand hold yours. you can't bring yourself to look at her, too ashamed that you feel like you have to hide yourself from the woman you devoted your life to.

you begin to think about the early days of dating dahyun, days filled with anticipation of seeing her. constantly checking your account for how much you could expend on your paycheck, often stretching it for a simple date.

often on the weekends, the kim's visited the country club, the managers all fussing over them, pampering them with free items, as if the rich needed more free item, it used to make you angry.

but never dahyun, a sweet girl built upon integrity and honesty, always offering to pay. treating you with respect that most members of the country would never do, them often throwing towels or other trash at you to pick up. and with gritted teeth, you always do, remembering you needed this job.

"so you both met often at the country club?" dr. yoo cuts into your thinking, pulling you out of your memories. one's that are filled with happiness and anger, all in the same bunch. anger at the rich, but happiness at seeing that beautiful smile in person.

"yes, i worked there, and dahyun's family were well known members there." you explain, squeezing dahyun's hand in yours.

"2 o'clock, the kims." your head snaps up from the tennis magazine you're reading. and there you can see your supervisor and your supervisor's supervisor crowding around the kim's.

especially dahyun's mother, she was always more prone to fawning at the attention that the staff would shower them in.

"stand up!" you read from your supervisor's mouth, then he goes back to smiling fakely at the kim's probably hoping to pick at their pockets later when they're far too tipsy from all the champagne they bathe in.

"one day i'm going to strangle him." you side whisper to sam as you both bow at the family.

"not if i get to him first." sam side whispers back, smiling at the kim's. continue to bow at them as they walk across the lobby to the courts. squeaky new tennis shoes on the marble floor.

"hey! you work here!" that familiar voice., you've been trying to avoid her since she found you in the quads hanging out with sam. insistently trying to get you to let her pay you back for the bar.

"hi miss, glad to see you are doing better." sam walks away, citing a need for a bathroom break, but you know better with the way he playfully walks away.

"you still haven't said yes to letting me pay you back."

"because you don't have to pay me back, i just did a nice deed."

"and you should be rewarded." you just sink back into your stool. letting her lean over the desk. "well as kim dahyun, a prized patron here, i order you to follow me to the courts."

"the courts?"

"yes, i want to play." you stand up, heading into the back to get that signature tennis racket that she loves so much, specific engraving of her name etched on the neck of the racket. "grab another one!" she shouts from the desk. you grab a generic one, one that still costed way more than a month's paycheck. placing both racquets under your arm.

"here's what we're going to do, three games, if i win three, i get to pay you back for the bar, dinner on me.

"miss dahyun, that really isn't neccessary."

"it's my wish, and you can't deny a patron's wish here."

so you get beaten, pretty badly, 0 - 3. with you sweating and falling on your back, breathing heavy as dahyun grins from the other side of the court. letting out a loud laugh.

"dinner on me, i'll drag you there myself if i have to!" dahyun's still bouncing a tennis ball with her racket while you recover your breath, all you can do is lift an arm to give her a thumbs up.

"well i am afraid our time is up for today, please schedule a session again soon." dr. yoo offers a light smile, and walks you both out of the door. letting the heavy door close behind you. you look at dahyun, she hasn't looked at you since the confession.

you walk her to her car, "dahyun, i really am sorry for hiding it from you. i just didn't want money to affect us."

she stares at your blazer, it's buttoned, the same button she stitched on a couple weeks ago.

"but it does, doesn't it?"

"money?" you stop to think about it, as much as you tried to let it not be a determining factor in your relationship with dahyun.

it really does bleed into your relationship, leaving you paralyzed with fear that she'll leave you.

when you first met the kim's for an official dinner introduced as dahyun's girlfriend, you spent hours with sam trying to find a decent hand-me-down outfit for the dinner.

they were not impressed to say the very least, you had no proper dinner manners. confused your soup spoon with the dessert spoon. nearly knocking wine onto mr. kim.

"i think it did, for a very long time." you open the door for dahyun, letting her in, hand covering her head as she sits inside. you walk over to the driver's side, sitting inside. "i wanted to prove myself to your family, but mostly to you."

"you didn't need to prove anything to me." she says, hands gently grabbing yours. you feel your heart sink a bit.

"it sucked, seeing all your friends get gifted lavish trips and designer bags, while all i could afford to do was cook you homemade dinners." you explain, thinking back your university days, meeting dahyun's friend.

"but that's what they didn't have." she counters. "all the homemade gifts, it was just gifts with enough value to hold each other over."

you really did try your best, with limited budget and often asking for favors. you did your best to offer the best anniversary, valentine's, and birthday gifts.

all of which were intended to express your love for her, spending hours decorating homemade cakes, learning how to cook dinners for two. renting cars to go on road trip, all of which you happily experienced with dahyun.

"i wanted to be someone you could confidently show off to your friends." you think back to dahyun's birthday parties.

open bars, waiters and a massive table filled with gifts for her. all you could do was stare in wonder at the exuberant gifts, all the while you would shrink into yourself, trying to hide your embarrassment watching her open your gifts.

"do you? did you...resent me for it? having money i mean." dahyun drops the question you've been trying so hard to ignore. it's been plaguing your mind lately, how you think about how hard you tried, giving your all into your work for an ounce of validation from the kim's.

validation that you never seem to get.

"no, never. never you, you were the only person i didn't resent." you smile at her, genuinely, and she smiles back. you're glad you met her, even if the circumstances have made your life complicated.

"for the record, i was always confident in showing you off, because i knew who you were in your heart." you give her hand a squeeze as you drive home.

"another hour please, i'll pay triple." you say, staring at dr. yoo.

"i'm sorry mrs. kim, but i have another appointment." she stands up, trying to walk you out of the room, and when the door opens, there stands two woman on the other side.

"sorry for the delay, mrs. and mrs. park."

"no worries, dr. yoo, sana and i don't mind." the two woman nod at you, before sitting in the same chairs that you and dahyun were sitting just seconds ago.

"i'm sorry mrs. kim, but really, we don't have more time today, schedule another appointment soon." and dr. yoo closes her heavy wooden door.

you nod solemnly, "dr. yoo, i'm sorry for my behavior." you explain, a bit embarrassed now.

"no need, i understand. go check up on mrs. kim." she just nods and gives your shoulder a pat, closing the door again.

now you stand in the office lobby, with a crying dahyun in a chair.

you sink to your knees, eyes staring up at her. her hair like curtains to her face, concealing the quiet sniffles and sobs that she's letting out.

"dahyun, darling?"

the tears keep falling, staining her dress pants, you hold her shaky hands. as she speaks to you, holding her breath here and there to control her emotions. "you never told me."

"i know, i didn't want to burden you." rubbing at her hands to sooth the pain in her heart.

"but isn't that what we're here for, to shoulder each other's burdens." she cries louder, a couple in the office look over, but you don't care right now. you brush the tears away.

"we are, i just, i didn't know how to tell you."

"but he, he did all that to you, and you didn't tell me. he's my own father."

"i know, i am sorry."

"let's go home please, i want to talk at home." you nod, letting her walk to the car, following her footsteps closely.

dr. yoo welcomes you both into her office, getting familiar with the diptyque roses candle burning lowly on the desk.

"mrs. and mrs. kim, please have a seat." dahyun smiles as she sits down, a new pair of glasses hanging on her nose.

"new glasses?" you ask.

dr. yoo smiles at that, pushing up the glasses. "yes, new! just got them yesterday. you smile, dr. yoo has become a familiar and friendly face with you and dahyun. almost like she's a friend, almost.

"shall we get started?" she looks up at you two, that same notepad in hand and the montblanc.

you both nod in sync.

"so, how have you both been?"

"good." dahyun smiles a bit, letting her arm lay along the armchair, eyes brighter than usual. you smile at that.

"and you?"

"we're doing better, i'm happier." dr. yoo write it along a new line, a light smile on her face.

"that's lovely to hear, could you explain why?" dr. yoo picks her head up, watching you explain how life has been. there's been a shift at home, dahyun and you having more time to go on dates instead of tensed dinners filled with the sounds of silverware.

"we spend more time together, having lunch together, and dinner's have become fun to cook together." dr. yoo nods at that, more words written along the notepad, you share a warm gaze at dahyun. her eyes smiling in that way you love so much.

"i haven't asked this before, but how are the in-laws?"

you immediately frown, thinking about the pretentious man that was dahyun's father. a dicator in the family, ruling with an iron fist and often giving you trouble for growing up "different." as he so nicely put it.

you often remember dinner's with the kims filled with biting your tongue and just letting snide comments go by, even dahyun's mother had no say whenever he made uncomfortable jokes.

"i don't think dahyun's parents liked me much, especially her father." you sit back, continuing your thoughts about the demanding man.

"could you expand on that?"

"i didn't grow up rich, which was the biggest thing he disliked, he didn't think i was a good fit for dahyun." you explain, often remembering the side comments that her father would make when dahyun couldn't hear.

"and did you know about this?" dr. yoo turns to dahyun.

"yes. he was adamant about me breaking up with her but i never did." that you didn't know. you always assumed that it was just sly comments towards you, but never did mr. kim outward display his disdain towards you to dahyun.

you button up your jacket. dr. yoo continues to write across her page, leaving you both to sit and think about dahyun's words.

"understood, do you think dahyun's parents affected your relationship with dahyun?" you think about the question, how loaded it all is, you cannot even begin to explain how suffocating being around him was.

family dinners spent trying to escape into the bathroom so he would stop pestering you about your business ventures, or the capital that you had under your belt. you just shudder whenever it becomes holiday seasons.

fearful of the power that mr. kim had over you, one of his last wishes before he passed away was upending his entire gambling debt onto you.

it had become a hold over you, that he would only support the love that you had for dahyun if you were able to help pay off his debt. it became a huge burden on your shoulders, conjuring up a plan to reach financial freedom and success without hindering dahyun's future.

one that you wanted to support from day one, pushing her towards her goal of becoming a fashion designer, every day you suffered at the hands of her father, letting his debt take over your life, all to prove your devotion to dahyun.

and it hurt, to shoulder this weight alone, you always had shouldered the weight of the world on your shoulders to begin with.

"yes, unfortunately. dahyun's father, he. he told me that by taking on his gambling debt before he died, that he would allow me to marry dahyun." you explain, feeling your shoulders release tension.

dr. yoo continues to write fervently, eyes on the page, but a slight nod here and there. you can feel dahyun's gaze on your face, one in disbelief and utter shock. you turn to look at her, meeting her blank eyes.

more than anything, you beg for dahyun to understand, to really understand where you are coming from. a whole life you lived having to make opportunities for yourself, little to no support from others. fighting tooth and nail just to prove that you are worth it. that you are deserving of success and love.

"were you aware she took on your father's debt?" dr. yoo looks to dahyun, not missing a beat or letting any inflection slip in her tone.

"i wasn't. i wasn't even aware he had debt to begin with. what? sorry. um, what? no sorry, how much?" dahyun turns to you, trying to understand all the information that has just been dumped onto her.

"50 million." you sigh, just thinking about the figures. spending late nights calculating interest, and ways to even pay off the large sum of money.

"50? million?" dahyun stands up suddenly, you stand up too. watching her bewildered eyes scan across the room, trying to control her breathing, watching the clock, watching the blue in the reds in the carpet. holding herself as she walks out of the room.

you stare at the open door, the sight of dahyun turning and sinking into a chair.

dr. yoo stands up.

"mrs. kim, perhaps we should end this session here today. dahyun seems to be shutting down."

you and dahyun are standing on both ends of the table, her eyes filled with tears as she glares at you.

"you don't think i recognize money-obsessed? you think i can't recognize my father turning you into him? that's all i can see! our marriage is falling apart and you have become my father and i've become my own mother!"

"dahyun, please, all i wanted was to marry you, he forced his hand, i didn't know what else to do." you can feel yourself shaking a bit, your heart racing as you both stand on opposite ends of the room.

"you should have told me." dahyun arms are crossed as she stares you down.

"i didn't want to tarnish the image of your father. i just wanted to love you, and if that was the final condition to marry you, i would do it.." you throw your arms around, frustrated with all this confrontation.

"his gambling debt costed us years of our marriage, can't you see? all this time you wanted to prove yourself to him, he just used you to fix his own problems." dahyun uncrosses her arms, voice reverberating around the large dining room.

"i thought, i thought it would, make him okay with me." your hands drop to your face as you cry into your hands. dahyun stops and walks over to you, wrapping her arms around you, holding you tightly.

"oh darling, i wish you didn't care so much for him opinion." she softly rubs your hair, rubbing circles into the back of your chest as you cry freely. for the first time in a long time, you feel the exhaustion, sadness, yearning all come crashing through your body.

"i wish i didn't too." through long cries in between you finally vocalize it.

"but you love me? isn't that why you did all this?" she questions, a thought thats been plaguing her mind. do you still love her? do you still have the same passion for her you once declared openly to the world? do you still mean each vow you said to her as your hands held hers?

"i do, more than anything else in the world, i love you. my words can only show so much of it." you lift your head up, wiping her tears as she wipes yours.

a small smile on her lips, it's all so stupid.

"show me." she stops crying for a bit, eyes glimmering with hope. she stares at you, in that way you love so much.

"show you?" you try and stop the tears, getting a clearer view of her face.

"show me how much you love me." she says crashing her lips into yours, pulling you forward, your feet nearly stumbling as you wrap your arms around her waist. "show me."

she whispers against your lips, like a spell, you nod and grab a hold of her, rushing you both into your bedroom. you try and show her, that the passion you have for her has always been there, and always will.

"mrs and mrs. kim!" dr. yoo invites you in, a warm light shining into the room. you both get seated, while dahyun lets go of your hand.

"i know last time, we had a bit of an outburst, how has that been?" dr. yoo stares at you both, notepad in hand.

"we resolved it." dahyun says confidently.

"resolved it?" she stares at dahyun. dahyun just nods.

"and you? what do you think?"

"we resolved it." you nod back, smiling at dahyun.

"alright, that's lovely to hear. so to follow up, how is sexual intimacy going?" dr. yoo notes the light blush on your faces, unwilling to look at her or even each other.

"it's, it's um, it's good." dahyun starts and coughs a bit, shuffling her feet.

"and you?"

"it's good. very good." you reply, and dahyun slaps your arm, trying to get you to shut up. "oh i see." dr. yoo writes along a new line of her notepad. eyes reviewing her notes so far, comparing previous sessions with this one.

"is there more we should discuss?" dr. yoo comments, eyes lifting off the page again, a light smile upon her face.

"no, i don't think so." dahyun nods at your words, you smile at her. and she shares that same eye smile that you love so much right back.

"right then, well, these sessions are on a as-needed basis. so let me say this in the nicest way possible. i hope we never have to meet in this room again. although my door is always open." dr. yoo gives you both a wink as she ushers you both outside. you wrap your arm around dahyun's shoulder, a little smile on your face.

you hold onto dahyun just a little tighter.

a/n: genuinely had so much trouble with this fic, but it has come to fruition so i'm happy regardless! had to do research on marriage counseling and i hope it is obvious but this is fictional and i am not a licensed therapist so there will be inaccuracies. also shoutout to @cry4mina who listened to me word vomit my troubles with this fic <3 please listen to the song as well as look up the meaning of the song!! stay safe and stay healthy everyone!!

to @saiiidahyunee this fic is for you, hope you enjoyed <333

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Midnight Passion

warnings: gp!mina, public sex, sensitive!mina, fem!reader, kinda subby mina?¿

words count: 780

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It was a late night, the stars twinkling overhead as YN and Mina walked hand in hand down the deserted streets.

As they walked down the dark alley, mina's dick began to stiffen and she couldn't help but feel the urge to take YN right then and there.

YN noticed the change in Mina's expression and looked up at her with a knowing smile. "Mina, what's gotten into you?" she asked softly.

Mina bit her lip and looked around the deserted alley. "I can't help it, YN," she said, her voice low and husky. "I want you so badly. I need to have you right now."

YN's eyes widened with excitement and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mina," she whispered. "Take me. I'm yours."

Mina didn't need any further encouragement. She pulled YN into her arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling together as they exploring each other's mouths. Mina's hands roamed over YN's body, cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

YN moaned with pleasure, her body arching into Mina's touch. She reached down and slipped her hand into Mina's pants, wrapping her fingers around the other girl's dick. Mina gasped as YN began to stroke her slowly, her touch driving her wild.

Within minutes, Mina was on the brink of cumming. She pulled away from YN's lips and looked down at her, her eyes heavy with desire. "I'm going to cum, YN," she gasped. "I can't hold it in any longer."

YN nodded, her own desire burning just as strong. "Cum for me, Mina," she whispered. "Cum inside me."

Mina didn't need any further encouragement. She thrust her hips forward, driving her dick deep inside YN's tight, wet pussy. YN cried out as she was filled, her body trembling with pleasure.

Mina began to fuck her roughly, her hips pistoning as she chased her orgasm. It didn't take long before she was cumming, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. YN held onto her tightly, moaning as she felt Mina's cock throbbing inside her.

As they caught their breath, Mina pulled out of YN and kissed her again. "I love you, YN," she whispered.

YN smiled up at her. "I love you too, Mina," she replied. "Always and forever."

They straightened their clothes and continued on their way home, their bodies still humming with pleasure. It was a night they would never forget.

#mina x reader #twice scenarios #twice reactions #mina smut #twice smut #twice x reader #twice imagines #mina imagines #twice mina #mina

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strawchaee · 4 months

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far too long

minatozaki sana x soccer player!reader (pt.3) ; fluff, smut

synopsis: a straight shot up to the top of the soccer spectacle and a long overdue homecoming was the best reward you could ever ask for.

wc: 7.6k

warnings: smut!!!!! ; cursing, mentions of food and drinks

a/n: had this part under wraps for a bit, but i had fun writing though hope you guys will like it!

christmas present from me and happy advanced early bday to shasha washa! :))

pt.1 pt.2

—

two and a half years.

thousands of miles and a whole ocean between you and sana as you both focused on your responsibilities respectively.

you were absolutely loving life in england, being able to play the sport you loved on a weekend basis amidst all of the rigorous training regimens that you and your teammates went through to put on an enjoyable performance for the fans on the field.

in addition to the numerous fans packing the stands in the stadium, you also knew that you had friends back home watching any chance they could get despite the massive time difference but they made it work nonetheless.

your first opportunity for your new team when you arrived two years ago went way better than you could’ve ever thought of having. a substitution for your first ever premier league game had your adrenaline rushing, but you had to keep yourself calm if you wanted to make a good first impression and little did you know, sana would be watching as well.

at the same time, on the other side of the world and through a screen, sana watched your first game since leaving on jihyo's laptop, watching you on the small screen as you got straight to business, gliding across the field every time you got the ball. finding the small gaps between the defenders before belting the ball swiftly into the back of the net–your first professional goal as jihyo, sana, and daniel cheered for you through the screen.

sana looked at you through the laptop as you looked dashing in the new threads of your jersey as the camera panned to you celebrating with your hand in the middle of your face before extending your arms out wide, embracing the new feeling you will never get tired of experiencing as your teammates huddled around you.

soon after, you walked up to the camera as you signed something with your hands.

m.sn

sana recognizes her own initials, heart racing at your dedicated celebration for her as you flashed a heart for the camera, blowing a kiss immediately after, running back to your team’s half of the soccer field as jihyo and daniel look at sana who avoids their eye contact, cheeks flushed with red as jihyo teased her.

you wasted no time as every game that you played, you continued to shine as the months passed as your career blossomed. this led to more opportunities for brand deals as well as other events to put your name out there besides your playing, sending sana snippets of your photoshoots that make her scream into her pillow and kick her feet up in the air with the outfits the stylists put you in (she’s going insane mind you but you love it when she’s like this.)

speaking of opportunities, your talents earned you a move to a team that had more higher chances of success in tottenham hotspur a year and a half after your move to brighton as they were the hottest team in the league right now flying in first place thanks to not only you but son heung min and lee nadine creating a trio with you that was setting europe on fire.

you and nadine grew immediately close as teammates as she was the one who helped you get accustomed to the new changes and outside of soccer, she did youtube as a side gig that was raking in views every time she uploaded.

sana was happy that you were enjoying life but was worried that you were going to get caught up in the flashing lights of your career. that certainly wasn’t the case as you reiterated any chance you got in the media that you were taken, wearing the matching ring with the necklace you gifted to her on days off, answering questions on if you were dating anybody in q and a’s–saying, “yes i am, but i like to keep that part of my life private,” and even putting your jersey number as 12 in a homage to her birth month, reminding that you haven’t forgotten about her.

most couples in a long-distance relationship would have initial troubles especially if it’s for a significant period of time, but to you and sana, the both of you ensured that there wouldn’t be any problems. texting before match days, having dates on facetime, or even just one person sleeping as the other would be busy working. those moments you and her shared through the screen would all be worth it the next time you two reunite.

“i miss you.”

you look at your ipad as you lay on the bed of your hotel room, sana doing the same thing on her end, taking a break from her reading as you were about to go to bed before your big match against chelsea.

“i miss you more sana.”

“you should be sleeping right now.”

“i know, but you’re the one who called me?”

sana softly giggles as you got more comfortable in the comforter, shifting slightly as you try to resist the urge to sleep.

“get some rest y/n, you’ll need it for the game tomorrow.”

“will you be watching?” you murmur as your eyes begin to droop.

“i’ll try to, no promises though.” sana replies, her voice just above a whisper.

you hum as you see sana get up through your squinted eyes, taking a picture over facetime over your cute sleepy state. you quietly whine while sana laughs at your complaint.

“i know you’ll do well tomorrow baby, i love you.”

“i love you too, bye.” you mumble as you end the video call, letting the sleep finally take over you with sana the last thought in your mind as you enter dreamland.

—

your clash with chelsea the following day was one of your favorite matches to play in and this time, you had more motivation within you since their manager jimin, ripped you in the press conference for being a player that only has luck on their side. you weren’t the kind of person to take criticism to your head since you let the playing do the talking, but for today it was different.

after the match preparations, warmup, and walkout to the field, it was finally time to get the match underway; you couldn’t contain your jittery emotions as you walked around the sideline as the referee was talking to the captains.

“you’re raring to go aren’t ya.”

you hear a voice as you fix your shin pads, looking up to see your former teammate rin on the other side of the midline.

“of all the people who were compared to me when we played club soccer back at home, you were the only one who was on par with me.” you reply back to rin as the two of you embraced in a hug, a somber moment of friendship despite the difference in teams now.

“hope you don’t get on giselle’s bad side, she’s still pissed from the last time we played against you.”

you and rin look over to giselle who had her eyes deadlocked on you, with an expression so intense she may even look like she was out to kill you.

“too late.” you say as the referee blows his whistle, and the match gets underway.

—

sana watches alongside momo and tzuyu in her living room as you get down to your usual business as the match unfolded. many missed chances of scoring as well as getting in front of the referee’s face, the game delivered an absolute thriller, but that wasn’t even the craziest part.

you slipped a pass between two defenders with nadine dishing it right back to you in the last dying minutes of the game. through on goal it was deemed to be the winner, only for you to get clipped on the leg by giselle in the penalty box that sparked a huge fight between the other players as sana could only watch in shock at the sight of you still on the floor, clutching your ankle.

the game halted for a few minutes as you managed to get up, calming yourself as giselle got up all in your personal space. this girl had a vendetta against you, understandable since you and her are rivals in the league, but her temper got the best of her as she was sent off via red card. the penalty kick would be the last moment of the match, and a win here would boost you and your team’s morale having already won the league championship with the last game of the season.

sana, momo, and tzuyu all watched as you stepped up to take the shot, your face still stricken from the pain in your leg as you ran up and shot the ball dead center of the goal, scoring the winner as you celebrated by placing a finger on your lips, silencing the jeers from the chelsea fans as you hobbled back to the center of the field. the three girls watching from back home all cheered at your performance as sana kept her eyes on the screen, your smile beaming at her, proud of your success.

—

“so what now?” sana asks you through the speaker on your phone hours after the match.

“just some last minute logistical stuff with dex in the next couple of days and i think we’ll be celebrating rin’s birthday over here.”

even though you couldn’t see it, but sana pouted on the phone. with the last game of the season already done, this meant the players could enjoy their time off, especially since you’ve been worked to the bone with the team this season–sucks that you had to be hurt for a bit but that was just your luck.

“if y/n didn't get injured here we would’ve been on the next flight back home!” dex chirped as he rummaged through his bag in you and rin’s shared apartment.

“maybe if you actually set me up with proper appointment times we wouldn’t be having this conversation!”

“i’ll break your ankle more if you don’t shut up!”

“don’t make me chase you with this kitchen knife!”

sana couldn’t help but laugh at you and dex’s bickering over the phone as she hears a set of steps shuffling away as the screen switched from a call to a facetime call, knowing that it was you, she answered it instantly.

“you saw the game right?” you asked her after waving with a dumb smile on her face.

“i did, they’re always so entertaining when you play.”

“that’s because you’re watching me.”

sana sticks your tongue at you through the screen, laughing as you walk around the apartment, cleaning up a few things before packing your bags that were set neatly on your bed.

“it’s been too long sana, i can’t wait.”

“i’ve waited long enough for you.” sana delicately says as she sulks at you, your heart straining at the expression your girlfriend was giving you.

“only a matter of time, and i promise to only spend it with you.”

sana blushes as you wave goodbye in the call as you finish packing, ending it soon after as you pick up a picture frame of you and her kissing on new years eve. there was also a small polaroid on the bottom corner that you took of sana with a large drink of boba from one of your many dates, wearing those thick nerdy glasses as she looked at the drink with a stupid cute face.

“you have everything y/n?” dex asks you through the open door of your room, luggages in hand.

“i’m good to go, let's do this.”

—

you didn’t say when exactly that you’d be coming back home to sana as the only thing she could really do was wait. she didn’t think too much of the fact that you’ve been away from her for so long, not just only as a lover, but a super close friend. you who has been at her side from the very beginning, during those times during school when you and her would study together for those stupid tests that looked nothing like the study guide, the spontaneous dates she would convince you to go after school or practice, even the nights at the field when it’s just you two; the floodlights beaming down as you took out your frustrations with every kick of the ball. she just wanted one simple thing–to see you again, not through a phone screen.

little did sana know was that her prayers would be answered quite sooner than she initially thought.

it was finally summer, the heat was in full swing, the neverending rostermania of players moving to different teams, and you would be coming back home to spend the offseason for the next three to four months.

the last message that sana got from you was a simple text that said, “won’t be long now, be patient.” sana hated you being mysterious with all the cryptic messages that you were sending her. this only fed her yearning for you even more and if you weren’t within a five mile radius of her in the next few hours, she would’ve descended into madness (she has already at this point but no one else knows about this.)

while that was brewing in her mind as the thoughts kept deluding her, she kept her actions orderly as she went out of her house to grab the mail that was piling up in her box. as she held most of the worn envelopes in her hand heading back inside her house, she accidentally drops a couple, reaching down to pick up the dropped papers–stopping in her tracks as she picks up a voice behind her.

“hi.”

it was just a simple word, but she immediately recognized the person who said it. the tone in your low voice sent the hairs on the back of her neck tingling as she slowly stood up with the set of fallen papers in her other hand.

time comes to a screeching halt and god–her senses enhanced at the quick second as she turned around to see you standing on the bank of her driveway. sana had forgotten what you looked like in your casual clothes back home since she was so used to the numerous outfits you wore on a daily basis, aside from the training attire that dk would show her of you during breaks in between classes. it almost didn’t feel real that you were standing right in front of her like a dream.

she takes a step forward, then another, and then a third one as she comes charging right at you. the unintelligible noises that she makes in excitement filing your eardrums like a long lost song you rediscovered.

when she jumps at you, your hands find their rightful place on her waist as her arms loop around your neck, hugging her extremely close to you, getting those first whiffs of her vanilla shampoo scent from her dark brown hair as you kiss her cheek, pulling away to place her lips on yours, a long overdue kiss that was filled with so many messages and unrequited love that was now fulfilled as you remember the tender feeling of sana’s lips, her hands cupping your cheeks.

in that moment, the feeling of time went out of the equation as you pressed your forehead against hers, the giddy feeling overcoming you as you kept your arms wrapped around her waist and sana’s arms around your neck.

“hi.” sana says as she places her hand on your cheek, taking in your features once again as she rubs her thumb on your face.

“when did you-”

“about an hour ago. i went to see if you were home but you were sleeping.”

sana slaps your chest as you laugh at her sudden response as you yelp slightly loud for a millisecond.

“you’re an idiot.”

“shut up, you love me for it.” you respond as you wink at sana, causing her to push your face away as she breaks the hug to pick up the dropped envelopes, standing back up as you stood there with both hands in the pockets of your sweatpants as she leaned closely into your chest, still holding the mail in her arm.

you pick up a small sniffle from her as you wrap your one arm around her for another hug, comforting her as you rub her shoulder.

“everything okay?”

“yeah,” she says in between sniffles, “i just missed you a lot, that's all.”

“well i’m here now so don’t get all sad on me.” you respond with an upbeat voice as sana looks up at you, tiptoeing for another peck before she grabs onto your arm, dragging her into your house.

—

“how long are you going to stay y/n?” your mom asks you as you sit across from her on the kitchen island, sana sitting next to you as you feed sana a slice of a hardboiled egg.

“we won’t start training until early august,” you replied, “but i’m given a different timetable since they still need to check my leg for any lingering pains.”

“you always push yourself during games and it shows.”

“this was the first time in a while that i’ve dealt with injury problems.”

“i always get scared whenever someone goes in for a tackle, i can’t tell if it’s for show or you’re actually in pain.” your mom says, crossing her arms at you–flashing a pout that makes you feel bad about how you play in certain games sometimes.

“the league is physical ma, we’ve already been over this before. i know what to expect week in week out.”

sana looks at you as your attitude dips with your saddened expression. she knew that you would do anything to just play and even though it was a minor knock up on your leg, it still bummed you out because of how sudden the injury occurred. in a quick action to comfort you, she tapped on your leg, signaling the notion to give her another piece of egg as you grabbed it with your chopsticks and gave it to her.

—

“you’re so reckless with yourself.”

“what?” you ask, thrown off with sana’s sudden beration in the complacency of your health. “how can you be so careless with how you use your body during the game? she asks as you keep your eyes on the road, the scattered buildings and houses whisking through from the inside of your car.

“sana, i told you already, on the field it’s a different environment. like a battlefield of some sort. if i don’t give anything less than 120% then there’s no point in trying.”

“that doesn’t mean you should brush off your mom’s worries and mine.” she says, “i’m just saying that if you didn’t get yourself hurt, you wouldn’t have the boot and singular crutch in the first place.”

stumped by her statement, you stopped the car at an intersection (this one in particular where the traffic light was unbelievably long for no apparent reason) as you dejected a sigh despite sana’s proven point. she notices your expression, clutching your right hand from the wheel and holding it with hers, visibly worried that her words might’ve hurt you.

“sorry, i shouldn’t have said all that.”

a smile creeps through your mouth as sana apologizes. you love that about her when she would get vocal about things without having a second thought since she was the kind of person to speak her mind firsthand, that was one of the few aspects separating her from the other girls at school even before you took a romantic interest in her.

in a short second, you pressed the switch of the car, setting it to park as the light was still red. reaching over to sana’s seat pressing your lips with hers, hand clinching yours in shock as she cards her fingers between your hair and neck as the intimate kiss was shared for a few seconds, backing away as her eyes were cross-eyed, still flustered.

“it’s cute when you get all mopey, but you are right, i'll give you that.” you say as you shift back to your seat. sana lets go of your hand as your finger accidentally dips into the small pack of hot sauce from the taco’s you picked up from dex, almost getting it on the leather of your tesla.

“shit that was close.” you say as sana grabs your hand again, meticulously placing your finger on her lips as she cleans off the sauce, sucking the upper portion past your fingernail as you were completely dumbfounded with her suggestive act. she then pulls your finger out of her mouth and grabs a napkin, wiping it off before letting your hand rest between the center console and her thigh.

“um-”

“what?” sana asks as you looked at her with your mouth agape, “something wrong?”

“no.” you mutter, “nevermind, that was different that’s all.” you say as she hums, leaning back on the seat as the light finally turns green at last, still processing what sana did just now.

—

even after being apart for so long, you and sana just hit it off again as if you never left. the days and nights of the summer full of the same adventures you and her have done before, only this time it seemed like there was no end to them. from the late night walks, to cuddling on the couch watching movies, the silent moments when you’re in the room together and one of you would tap the other’s leg or arm. your mental list went on and on as more memories are made filled with so much love and warmth together with her.

you promised to spend almost all of your time with her for the summer, and you were doing exactly that. who would’ve thought that dating your best friend was the best decision you could’ve ever made. going pro in soccer was one thing, but your love for sana for more than six years was tantamount if not more than your love for the sport.

sana’s room and yours were a sacred space shared between the both of you. the conversations about teachers and assignments, the gossip with the other girls, the post match breakdowns and explanations. it always seemed like a warp into a plane of existence where you had no responsibilities, no worries, or interruptions, it was simply just you and sana together in your own little capsule without a care of someone breaking your privacy.

“y/n…..baby.”

her voice soothes all of your anxieties away as you blink your eyes open rapidly to see her looking down as you lay your head on her legs.

“sorry, just felt like closing my eyes a bit.” you explain, your voice trailing off as you set your eyes with hers, placing your hand alongside her arm patting it.

sana faintly giggles at your explanation, resting the palm of her hand on your well-toned face, her finger tracing your jawline as you adjust your head a bit for her to indulge more. feeling the well trimmed nail graze alongside your facial features almost like she’s playing the harp.

“you always look at peace when you sleep.” she says, a smile creeping through the corners of her mouth.

you hum in agreement, “i’m glad i don’t snore when i sleep so that’s also a big bonus.”

“i still find it crazy that you can be a heavy sleeper and fall asleep really fast.”

“just one of my many talents.” you respond, closing your eyes again as sana continues to rub her thumb on your cheek.

“you know we still have to go to niki’s birthday party right?”

“i know.” you mumble, “five more minutes please.” sana nods at your request as she leans down to give a light peck on your lips. “i hate that you’re so cute.” she whispers, her lips just above yours, feeling the breath from your nostrils tickling her nose.

“if you hate me then kiss me more.” you say as sana breathes out a small puff of air as she goes in for another kiss, your hand automatically finding the back of her head as it feeds her desire for you by the second. you then sit up a bit slightly, propping your elbow on her as she cups your face as you two continue to explore each other's mouths.

considering how long you’ve been away, the first couple of kisses you and sana shared when you got back were rushed, nearly saying ‘i’ve missed you’ as the room is filled with the soft smacks of lips on lips and lips on skin. you and sana weren’t in any rush to the party, so the time was taken very delicately, no urgency (yet) as you savor the temporary craving you’ve deprived yourself from.

sana’s needs could be satisfied with the simple switch in her brain to unleash that side of her, but it was only a matter of time till then as she slides your head off her legs, pulling away for a slight second, straddling your hips as you were bewildered at what she was doing.

“sana wha-” you groan as her lips are over yours again, sliding a bit down to just above your pulse point. the nerve cells are being rewired at the new sensation as you slide your hands up from her hips to her waist, stifling a moan from escaping your mouth as you feel sana’s needy lips nip your neck just a bit. you didn’t think sana could get riled up that easily (something that you could think about doing next time you and her are having a steamy makeout session) and her lips find their way back to yours before she pulls away to catch her breath.

“you did say kiss you more.” she says with half lidded eyes as you laid on the bed in a slight panic since your heart was pounding against your chest and ears.

“i think that was more than a simple kiss," you mutter, "so-"

the phone breaks the moment as sana gets off of you while you check your phone to see who called you, it was daniel.

“hey daniel, wassup?” you answer upbeat, still trying to catch your breath.

“y/n! where are you and sana? niki’s gonna be home in twenty minutes!” daniel says through the phone as you pick up tzuyu’s laugh in the background followed by dk’s laugh.

“we’ll be there in a bit, sana and i just took a nap together.” you respond, sana flashing a darted eyebrow at your lie as you shook your head at her face.

“okay cool! don’t forget to remind dex about the drinks by the way.”

“you got it. see you then.”

you hang up the phone and toss it off to the edge of the bed, sitting up to match sana’s height, priming your lips back as sana sat there feeling her lips with her fingertips after your makeout session just now.

“what are you planning?”

“i just got carried away,” she says lowly, “don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”

“of course i did, i was just surprised, that's all.” you sighed out, pouting at her as she leans forward to give a peck to your cheek leaving you smiling right after.

“okay good.” sana replies with a tempting tone as she pulls away.

“c’mon we’re gonna be late.” you say as you roll off the bed, grabbing sana by the hands to help her as you hand your hoodie to sana on the way out the door of her room.

—

“happy birthday niki!”

the entourage of friends yelled collectively surrounding him as cups were raised up in the air for the big occasion. almost everyone in the group was paired with someone regardless if they were friends or a couple, you and sana could finally join along as officially a couple while everyone took in their drinks.

niki leans forward to blow his cake, getting cheers from everyone before leaning back. shotaro and mingyu were begging niki to say a speech but before anything was said, dk pushed his head into the cake, whipped cream now all over his face as everyone was left in shock and laughing.

dk ran away somewhere in the house before niki could chase him. you, daniel, and tzuyu all had to hold the six-foot tall forward while jihyo and sana were taking pictures of the moment happening right in front of them. the party itself returned back to normal with everyone socializing in different parts of niki’s estate. sana and the rest of the girls were in the kitchen, some of the soccer peeps were in the living room playing fifa, and you stepped out to get some fresh air for a few minutes.

“how’s your ankle holding up?”

you turn to see daniel step through the sliding door before closing it, walking his way to you as you look forward to the specks of house lights scattered across the hills.

“it’s better now, i can still walk as you can clearly see.” you respond half heartedly, perking your head to the right as daniel stands next to you a little butthurt by his question.

“i still can’t believe that you get to be teammates with nadine lee!”

“it’s really not that special, i never really understood the whole youtube vlogger biz that she’s well known for. believe me, if i did that with a camera in public people would’ve thought i was crazy.”

“you can say that while brushing your shoulder, but i would totally freak out if i was in your position.” daniel huffs out defeated, hanging his head low as you pat his shoulder to comfort one of your closest friends.

“i’m beating the world at my feet here daniel, this was literally the best thing i could have going for me right now.”

“what about sana?” daniel asks as you roll your eyes at his playful question, “isn’t she also the best thing to happen to you?”

“you were there when i talked to dex about liking her four years ago, my answer to that is look at us right now.” you reply raising your left hand outward to prove your point across.

daniel smiles at your exposition to jog his memory as you smirk at your small victory. “jihyo always told me that you and her looked good together, no need to show me any more.” he says as he lightly taps your shoulder as you feel a blush creep a bit to your cheeks.

“dani! y/n!” you both turn your head to the sliding door to see jihyo leaning against it, “i’ve been looking everywhere for you guys! they’re taking pictures so if you wanna be a part of them best you come now!” she exclaims as daniel starts heading inside, you following soon after.

—

even after leaving the party, the lingering thought of you with sana earlier is pummeling the back of your head. it sparked something within and sana herself was the match.

pulling into the driveway of her house in the dark hours of the late night/early morning, nothing short of the multitudes of dates you guys have done already, you knew the routine; walk her to the door, kiss her goodnight, and make your way back to your house right after. either that, or she would invite you in to spend a little bit more time with sana before eventually carrying her to her bed, not that you mind of course when she sleeps like a literal angel in your arms.

as you help her out the door of your tesla, you loop back round the back left side of the car to grab a few things, looking up at sana who was standing there with a blank expression on her face. you backtrack to face her as you try to see what was wrong.

“you okay?” you ask, leaning down to get a closer look as she meets your eyes.

sana nods, trying to not make you worry without saying a word. even if it’s pitch black with the dim lights being the only source giving you sight outside the house, you can feel her eyes darting at you as if she’s longing for something.

“can you stay with me tonight?” she mumbles, her tone giving you a flashback when she got sick.

you pull yourself back, pondering whether it was a good idea to stay, tensing your mind as sana vividly stares at you for an answer. it’s quiet, cold, and the only thing that’s moving are both of your hearts in the dead of the night as you sharply inhale.

“are you sure? aren’t your parents-”

“they’re not home.”

you part your lips before closing them again at her response, stabbed at the fact of the possibility with her setting you up for earlier, but you weren’t so sure just yet.

“okay.” you say gently to her, lifting her chin a bit for her to get a better look at you, “let me get a change of clothes inside first.” sana simply swayed her head up and down before heading into the house.

—

somehow you’re not freaked out with doing things in the dark, believe it or not, you were accustomed to making snack runs at three in the morning when binging a netflix series trying not to make a sound that will wake your parents up. it’s no different when you’re alone with sana in her house.

as you poured yourself a glass of cold water to flush out any remaining soft drinks and food in your system, you picked up a small sound of footsteps approaching you as you catch sana on the right corner of your eye, dressed up with a pink silk pajama top with hello kitty sweats in contrast to your gray sweats and oversized washed tan colored tee, placing the empty glass on the counter after drinking.

“can’t sleep?” you ask sana as she shakes her head, again, not saying a single word to you whatsoever which was unordinary since she was talking her head off and laughing with the girls at the party just a couple hours ago.

“you’ve been awfully quiet since we left niki’s, wanna tell me what’s up?” you ask again as you watch sana put her hands behind her back, toes pointed inward as if she’s in trouble. the signals going off in your brain but you had one last trick in the bag to draw it out of her.

“something’s on your mind isn’t there.” you say, realizing the shift of positions in the conversation, using sana’s own words against her, as she glances at you placing the same fingertips on her lips as you make a few steps toward her.

“you finally caught on.” she says as you stand millimeters in front of her, looking down slightly over your towering appearance. the pressure changed not only in the kitchen but in the space between you two as well.

you place your hands just underneath her elbows, shifting her against the fridge, forcing her to look up, hands relocating to her lower back as she places both palms of her hands on your chest, face inching ever so closely to hers, hearts pumping nearly a thousand beats per minute.

“and are you gonna tell me exactly what i found out?” you mutter, lips just above hers, doing everything in your willpower to resist sana’s oozing aura that’s telling the hormones in your brain to do one simple thing.

“i think you already know.” sana whispers, inching her face a little bit upward, claiming her victory as you ultimately gave in to what she wanted all along, and she finally got it.

it’s a shock to your system, the last missing piece to the puzzle, a rational thought that’s thrown completely out the window as you press your lips to hers as sana melts at your touch. a relieving sensation fueled by temptation and need that has finally won its battle against your common sense as your lips continue to meet again and again. sana’s hands looming over your broad shoulder frame, hooking to your neck as she bites on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

“don’t keep me here, i can only resist you for so long.” you say, trying to calm your nerves as sana is left flustered from the assault on her lips. taking the hint, she grabs you by the hand, leading you upstairs to her room, getting entranced though every step taken until eventually reaching her bedroom.

in a swift motion, almost like humiliating a defender, you spin sana around with her back to the door, pinning her and closing the gap again with more fierceness as her hands weave their way to your hair. your hands overloading at the touching sensation of her small figure as she keeps you engaged with her lips, moving your way below to the nerve on her neck before extracting a moan from her lips, only motivating you to double down your efforts of pleasure.

sana’s arms attach themselves to the nape of your neck as you continue your work, the sounds coming out of her only increasing as the heat gradually increases. your hands swiftly unbuttoning her silk top, discarding it on the floor as you look down to your hands sliding up her waist, making her whimper at your touch.

“you’ve been waiting for this huh?” you mumble, as your hands brush over her breasts, gasps the only thing to be heard from sana as you could only laugh at her trying to come up with a response.

“please….” sana mutters barely, “more….”

“use your words baby.”

another whimper could be heard through sana’s lips as your hands slide up and down her midsection, gazing into her hooded eyes as you try to stifle a groan at your girlfriend’s state.

“don’t hold back on me.” she huskily says as you cup her face, her hands on your wrists.

you sigh out at her pleading request, placing your lips on hers again as you swoop down to her butt, picking her up and binding her against the door to keep her in place, her legs wrapping around your waist for more stability as you indulge in the difference in height with her being a few inches above you.

sana was unbelievably light under your touch, so from the door to the bed wasn’t a difficult task to pull off as you laid her down before stripping her bottoms off of her legs, leaving her barren in just her underwear with a dark spot down the middle.

“i can’t believe this is all mine for me to have.” you say, brushing your finger on her jawline, helpless to simmer down the sensation of your touch on her skin. making your way down her body, placing kisses over her boobs and stomach with the feeling of your lips on her just enough for her to completely shut down mentally as you graze over her hardened nipples, biting lightly on it as sana shrieks in full pleasure and it’s music to your ears.

you take your sweet time leaving no spot unmarked with your lips as sana continues to utter sounds aloud as you shift more and more south to her panties, sliding them off as her breaths are uneasy, almost anticipating what you were about to do to her, lightly pressing on her clit as she twitches at the new stimulus.

“y/n, i swear to fuck-”

her mind is left in disarray as you run two fingers along the outside part of her folds, teasing her as she hears the sound of the liquid she’s producing as you spread her legs a little bit wider.

“shhhh,” you coo out, “you look so good like this god it should be illegal.” sana only had one thing on her mind as you fully gave into her aching needs, slipping a finger inside, pumping ever so slowly as she groaned out a heavenly sound that blesses your ears as you kiss her leg.

“n-need,” sana cries out, “i need you more!” groaning out another sequence of sighs and moans as you continue to pump in and out of her in a stable rhythm as she tries to grab whatever she could blindly that was on the bed to keep her mind off of the thrashing motion of your hand inside her.

“keep going y/n–i i’m—ugh so good.” her head was spinning, her whole body was on fire, her walls are now an easy entrance for your fingers as she’s twitching at the thrilling experience you’re giving her. she had you wrapped around your finger leading up to this, but now you had her wrapped around yours as she finally cums on your fingers, walls clenching as her body trembled. a plethora of curses and vulgar words coming out of sana's mouth out loud, you taking pride as you reap the reward you’ve been waiting for at long last.

“fuuuuuccccck y/n.” sana croaks out as you kneel upward, pulling your fingers out of her as she calms down from her climax, legs still shaking gingerly, clearly spent as she crosses her arms over her chest, eyes closed as you lean down to pepper her with more kisses, letting sana get a taste of herself that’s left over on your tastebuds.

“you’re so pretty for me.” you say pulling away, eyes half-lidded still as she glances down at the work you just did to her. she cups your face with your hand, smiling lightly still breathless as she still can’t say anything to you.

you look down to her stomach again, smirking at her as she notices what you were going to do next.

“we’re not done yet, baby.” you say as sana looks up to the ceiling, closing her eyes as she hums out, whimpering for what’s about to happen, “i’m just getting started in ravaging you.” shifting down as you hear sana audibly shudder, pressing her legs together to tend the pestering feeling of her puffy pussy, ready for another round.

you and her were in for a long night, and it was only a matter of time that you guys would end up like this as heated groans of more wanting filled up the room once again.

—

it’s a quiet, cloudy morning when you wake up on the edge of the bed.

nestled well into sana’s back facing you, she’s still fast asleep. softly breathing as you adjust yourself with your arm over her waist, hand cupping her left boob, encapsulating the warmth as the comforter is still covered over you and her. the faint scent of coconut in her hair fills your nose as you try to shut your eyes closed, mumbling into her neck as she moves just slightly.

the silence fills the air with the occasional rise and falls of your bodies, resting after an eventful night with you still fully charged after the downright wrecking you gave to your girlfriend. fluttering your eyes open again, unable to go back to sleep as you just listened to the sweet sounds of sana’s soothing breaths.

you eventually turn over to the nightstand to grab your phone, checking the time to see that it’s only nine forty-five, noticing the string of messages from dex while you were out. you could check them later as you put your phone back where it was, only for it to vibrate in a phone call the second you put it down.

groaning at the annoying sound of your ringtone, you see that the caller id was indeed dex, you debated on whether to ignore the call, but assuming that it was something important, you had to answer.

pulling the cover off of you from your half of the bed, you sat up and grabbed your shirt, slipping it on over your topless body before putting on your sweatpants and adjusting the waistband a bit.

you look over to sana, who looked peaceful cuddling with one of the pillows wedged against the wall of her bed, leg draping over as the blanket covered her lower half of her body.

her hair was still disheveled and you put on a fresh pair of panties for her when all the hard work was done, the marks clearly present as you brushed your lips against her cheek.

"good morning baby." you mumble softly into her ear as she mummurs in the pillow responding to you as the phone vibrated once again for you to pick up the call.

“morning dex. no i just woke up, but i saw your messages.” you say, leaving the sana’s door ajar as you stepped out. sana woke up at the sound of your voice. eyes still squinted as she notices an empty space next to her. still drowsy from last night, not to mention sore–drained if you will, as she covered her face with the pillow she still held close to her.

smiling and wrapping her head around the events last night with the revelation that you and her finally fucked after so long, she listens to the faint sound of your voice outside the room in the hallway, face mushed against the pillow as she dozes off again–it’s a good saturday morning to be lazy anyway–until she hears your voice more clearly.

“what!?!? what do you mean i got a call up to play for the national team??!!!”

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New girlfriend

warnings: angst, ex!bada, gf!chocol, fem!reader

words count: 1k

— BADA FOUND YOU IN THE CROWDED ROOM, her world paused, ears buzzing at the sight of you. The rest becomes a blur as she navigates through the lively partygoers, realizing you look exactly as you did the last time.

It took her five minutes to locate you at your mutual friend's party. Another five to mentally register that, indeed, it was you, leaving behind the champagne glass held by her agile but restless hands. Just as it took her five minutes to leave her. It took you five minutes to tell her you'd finished packing and moved on, leaving her stunned by the realization that she had destroyed the relationship.

Her sharp eyes follow you, firming at the gentle hand resting on your waist. Your agile hand on her shoulder, laughing at her antics.

Kayoung tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, takes a hair tie from your beloved purse, and offers to tie your hair. You gladly accept, boasting to your friends that you don't need to go to the salon – you have a personal stylist at home.

You feel eyes on your head, piercing into it, and you know exactly who it is. Seeing your enchanted features drop, Kayoung excuses both of you, gently guiding your smaller frame to a table. She follows your gaze, hands on your waist turning into clenched fists. She looks back at you, kisses your forehead, and, distracting you with appetizers, turns her attention back to the woman who broke your heart a year ago.

In her defense, now seeming utterly pathetic, Bada claims not to have seen your signals. When you made it obvious, she brushed it aside, saying she was tired. She took a sip of champagne, its bitter taste matching her bitter regrets for not changing the ending, as you desperately tried.

Unfortunately, you've seen these movies before. In friendships, in relationships. You don't know when it happened, when it started. Her eyes, once warm and comforting, turned cold and piercing, watching you whenever you tried anything remotely out of place. You never liked these endings, but you liked her. So, you did something you've never done for anyone else. Cutting through the thorny forest, ignoring the deep cuts opening old wounds. When Bada made her indifference clear, you didn't yield; instead, you pushed harder. She was slowly abandoning your city, which you had worked so hard to build, just for her, so you had nothing to do but condemn her to exile.

Bada can recall it vividly, the way you said it calmly, as if you were supposed to reassure her. You said it with such confidence, claiming you found happiness in her but would find happiness after her. You took your small bag and left with the door closing softly. She couldn't accept the ruthless fact, opened the door, and followed you into the impending storm.

She had never seen you so angry and sad before, your words striking her like lightning splitting the sky, tears falling onto hers as she couldn't distinguish between your teary eyes and the sky. She still remembers how you held back, eyes roaring with emotions she hadn't seen before. You looked at her through wet lashes, the distinct whisper of "you never saw the signs, so many signs," and your helpless "you're not listening."

Those same eyes add salt to her wounds now, your hand protectively placed on Kayoung's shoulders as if to say, "I found my happiness." Your eyes turn into stars, supernovas exploding at the sight of your now-girlfriend. Playfully toying with the silver band on your finger, both blushing at the continuous compliments.

With slouched shoulders, she places her empty glass on the table, eyes unconsciously landing on you again. You're about to turn and look at her, adding more fuel to the fire, but Kayoung's gentle push towards the dance floor interrupts you. In zeptoseconds, she immerses you in this laughter-filled mess, swaying and spinning you, effectively keeping anything that might permanently bother you at bay.

As a slow song plays, Kayoung rests her chin on your head, embracing you as if protecting you. She'd be lying if she said it didn't break her heart a little to see her old friend leave.

#bada x reader #chocol x reader #bada lee x reader #bada imagine #angst #chocol imagines #street women fighter 2

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strawchaee · 5 months

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warnings: yandere!twice, stalking, obsessive attitude

summary: when you go on a blind date with them, you are not interested but for them you are the love of their life and they start stalking you

N A Y E O N:

It had been two years since you dared to go out with anyone after your previous partner cheated on you. Your friend Yuna invited you to go on a blind date with a girl she knew. You accepted, thinking it would be interesting to meet someone new. But the date turned out to be disastrous, according to you. Nayeon and you had nothing in common, and she couldn't stop talking about herself, which you didn't like. However, for Nayeon, it was the best date of her life, and she thought she had never met anyone like you. That's when it all began. Despite your efforts to avoid Nayeon, she always found you "by chance." You tried to make it clear that you didn't want anything with her, but she couldn't accept that you didn't love her as she loved you. She kept insisting that you go out with her, as well as driving away your acquaintances and potential conquests. She wanted you to be hers alone, even if it meant pushing people away.

"YN, I just want to love you."

J E O N G Y E O N:

The first date you had with Jeongyeon wasn't great in your opinion, but you decided to give her a second chance. The second time didn't improve your opinion of her either. However, she thought it went well and started calling you every day to check on you. After days of constant calls, you decided not to answer them, which could be uncomfortable since she always asked where you were, with whom, and why you didn't pick up the phone. She demanded your attention even when you didn't want to be with her. One night, she showed up unannounced late at night just to hear your excuse for not answering her call. She continued doing this whenever you didn't answer, showing up where you were and confronting you in front of people.

"Why haven't you answered, darling?"

M O M O:

At the beginning of the date, everything was going well with Momo, but the evening took a turn due to certain thoughts and controlling behavior that didn't sit well with you. You didn't understand why you had to follow her little commands. At the end of the disastrous evening, you made it clear that you didn't like her and asked not to speak to each other again. Unfortunately, Momo decided on her own that you were her new partner. Days after the date, Momo showed up at your home without warning, even though you had never told her your address. She boldly tried to force you into a date with her but, seeing that you wouldn't yield, she entered your house and closed the door. She grabbed your shoulders and coldly threatened you, "You should listen to me if you don't want something bad to happen to your little sister."

S A N A:

The date with Sana didn't go well in your opinion, with minimal conversation topics due to a lack of common interests. In Sana's mind, the date was going perfectly, and she thought your silence meant she had left you speechless. After dinner, you rushed off, hoping to never see her again. However, Sana had other plans. She found your personal information within a few days and even more private details. She called you several times, but you never answered. Concerned, Sana took an unorthodox approach and entered your home, waiting for you all day until you arrived. She had prepared a romantic dinner. You were astonished and a bit scared, wondering how she had entered your home.

"YN, what are you doing standing there? Sit down, and let's start our date."

J I H Y O:

You liked Jihyo as a person, but her involvement in a dangerous line of work made you hesitant to continue seeing her. At the end of the night, with some regret, you declined to see her again, bidding her a small farewell. For Jihyo, it meant nothing. She's a tough and determined woman who works in a mafia. She's cunning and won't let you easily walk away from her. She initiated a plan she thought was romantic but could be seen as sinister. You received daily letters from her, talking about personal things you had never shared with anyone. Sometimes, these letters included photos of your home or even you sleeping. Jihyo wanted you to realize what she was capable of if you tried to leave her side.

"Have you liked the letters? They show how much I love you."

M I N A:

Mina was the only one who made it past the first date with you. She seemed like a responsible, intelligent person who had graduated from one of the best universities in the country. You were captivated by her charisma. Initially, everything went well, but over time, Mina displayed possessive and toxic behavior. You decided to end your relationship with her immediately. You thought you had gotten rid of her, but to your dismay, you encountered her "by chance" as your new boss at work. From that day on, the harassment became unbearable. Mina forced you to visit her office frequently and assigned you menial tasks just to see you.

"YN, what a pleasure to find you at my new job."

D A H Y U N:

Dahyun initially went on the date as part of her usual strategy to find new conquests. However, the date didn't go as she expected, and you noticed her big ego and behavior, which led you to reject her from the beginning. Dahyun was upset that her charms didn't work on you. She disappeared from your life for a while because she was busy investigating you. She's quite stubborn, so if she wants you to fall for her, she'll make it happen. If she can't, she'll try to make your life a bit harder. Dahyun started following you to your dates and clubs. Ultimately, you always ended up alone without a conquest, courtesy of Dahyun, who would disrupt your date and even lie about you to scare away your potential partners.

"Until you fall for me, I'll bother you day after day."

C H A E Y O U N G:

Chaeyoung is a successful businesswoman who worked hard to achieve her success, and she decided to indulge herself with a blind date recommendation. That's how she met you. It was love at first sight for her, even though you didn't share the same feelings. Since that day, Chaeyoung has been controlling you, claiming that you're her partner after just one date. Now that you're supposed to be her girlfriend, she expects you to be more careful with your actions. People are always watching you in her presence in case anything unexpected happens. The situation overwhelmed you because despite making it clear that you didn't like her, you were still under surveillance.

You tried to endure the situation until one day when you arrived at your apartment, you found that none of your belongings were there. Chaeyoung had decided on her own that it was a great idea to move your possessions to her house. According to her, if you were going to be her partner, you had to live in her house.

"YN, are you here already? Why so angry? Look at your new home."

T Z U Y U:

Tzuyu seemed like a normal person at first, but if she became obsessed with someone, her level of obsession would drive that person insane. Tzuyu became infatuated with you from the moment she saw you, as you were her

type. In your opinion, the date wasn't good, and Tzuyu didn't interest you as a partner. However, Tzuyu couldn't stop thinking about you, so she started following you everywhere you went. She took photos of you and sent them to you with small messages written on the back. You felt uneasy about receiving those photos from the start.

Things took a turn for the worse when Tzuyu began breaking into your house and taking many photos there. She left them on your bed, arranging them into a heart shape, with a letter in the center expressing her love for you.

"Darling, I love you more every day. I hope it's mutual."

#twice reactions #twice x reader #nayeon x reader #jeongyeon x reader #momo x reader #sana x reader #jihyo x reader #mina x reader #dahyun x reader #chaeyoung x reader #tzuyu x reader #twice smut #twice scenarios #twice imagines

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I want to hold you so close to me, sitting in my lap while my arms are wrapped tightly around you, your back pressed against me. I want to take in the subtle sweetness of your scent and taste your skin on my lips when they meet the crook of your neck, my hand reaching down to touch you. I want to listen to the change in your breath when my fingers start to brush against you, your eyes fluttering at the tenderness of my caress. I want you to feel my heart beat faster against you as you lean in closer, pulled in to the gravity of my desire for you, my need radiating from my chest.

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Just friends?.

warnings: jealous!mina, best friends to lovers, dubcon

genre: smut

ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Mina watched Y/N with her eyes crooked, seeing how Y/N was chatting and laughing with Jeongyeon.

"If the gaze kill, Jeongyeon and T/N will be 10 meters underground." The Japanese looked up and saw that it was Momo who spoke to her. She sat down next to Mina and looked in the same direction as

she girl was looking a few seconds ago. "What do you do by fulming both with your gaze?"

Mina frowned, and looked again at Y/N. This time seeing how Y/N was laughing.

The Japanese didn't like that Y/N ignore her to talk to the other members.

"I don't know what you're talking about."Mina denied, diverting her gaze as she knew she would be angry if she kept seeing her.

Momo raised an eyebrow. "You know you can't lie to me. I know you pretty well to say you're jealous."

"I'm not."Mina refused with her head, refusing to believe what her elder had said. Momo denied with her head, releasing a sigh because of how stuck her friend was.

"If you're not jealous, why are you looking at Y/N in the face of wanting to kill her?" Momo asked.

"Because she's my best friend, and I don't like to ignore me to talk to others." Mina made a bid. Momo couldn't help but smile and let go of a laughter.

Mina was jealous.

"Girls-what did I miss?" Sana came behind her, and sat across Mina. "Why are we speaking in Japanese?"

"Mina is jealous." Momo laughed.

Mina was shittered with her gaze. "I'm not!" She exclaimed, attracting the attention of all the girls, including Y/N.

"Oh~jealous-"Sana laughed. "It's because Y/N is talking to Jeongyeon and not with you?" Sana asked in a non-so-low voice.

Mina opened her eyes big. "Yah! Don't say it out loud!" She exclaimed in a whisper, seeing in a sidewalk as Y/N was approaching.

"Why?"Sana asked confused. "It's not like Y/N understand Japanese."

"Mina is jealous?" T/N asked, and Sana looked at her quickly.

"You know how to speak in Japanese?!" Sana exclaimed surprised while Momo looked at her with her eyes well open.

"Well, I've lived for a few years in Japan. That's why I know Mina."Y/N shrunk her shoulders.

"And you weren't going to tell us?"Momo asked, feeling a little embarrassed that the greatest knew all this time the language.

The opposite one shrunk her shoulders. "It was fun to hear their gossip while you thought I didn't understand."Y/N laughed.

The two older Japanese blushed while Y/N released another laughter.

This then she fixed her sight at Mina, and the latter diverted her gaze.

"minari. Can I talk to you?" Y/N asked, and the appointed one denied.

"Go talk to Jeongyeon unnie. I'm sure you'll have more fun with her than with me." She said, crossing her arms and deflecting Y/N's gaze.

Y/N let out a little laughter and took Mina by hand.

"Come on."Y/N made her look at her. "You know I'll never replace you."

Mina crotch her eyes, and looked in another direction again.

T/N smiled side, and pulled Mina from her arm, taking her to a room.

"What are you doing?" Mina asked, seeing how Y/N closed the door of the room.

"Why are you jealous?"Y/N asked, approaching Mina. "I was just talking to Jeongyeon. She's a friend, isn't she?"

"You have so many friends." Mina said angrily. "How many friends will you need to forget that i am your best friend?"

Y/N laughed again. "Do you think I'll forget about talking and socializing with other people?" Mina didn't respond.

Y/N laughed again, approaching Mina even more until she was cornered against the wall. "What can I do to make sure you're always going to be the first?"Y/N asked, and Mina looked at her with a frowning. "What are you doing? Get away."Mina said in a bad humor. "I'm still angry with you."

"Come on~ don't get angry with me, Minari~"Y/N said with a pout.

Mina had to divert her sight so as not to fall into those small Y/N gestures.

"I have an idea."Y/N said, not moving away from the Japanese. "Since you're afraid to be replaced by someone else, why don't we better reinforced our friendship?"

"Strengthening friendship?" Mina asked, still not looking at Y/N. "How do you want to reinforce friendship when we've done everything a friendship has to offer?"

Y/N laughed again. "I can show it to you." She said in a whisper. "But you have to look at me first."

Mina looked at Y/N nervously by the short distance between them. "There's a very good way to reinforce friendship."Y/N whispered.

Mina felt a little dizzy with what was happening. This could feel Y/N's breath to hit her lips.

"But I'll only do this if you want, Minari."Y/N said in a low voice. "Do you want to reinforce friendship?"

Mina nodded slowly, and a fun smile formed on Y/N's face. "Very good."Y/N answered, and slowly kissed mina's lips.

Mina pressed her fists in the top's shirt, and followed Y/N in the kiss

Y/N kissed her gently, and licked Mina's lips to taste her.

Y/N separated to let mina recover the air, and she smiled.

"Do you think this is enough to reinforce friendship, or do you think we need more?" Y/N asked.

Mina looked at her, still recovering the air. Those jealousy inside her were unfurled in the air, and now mina only had a feeling of wanting to follow. "I think we need a little more to strengthen friendship."Mina commented, earning a laughter of Y/N. "Very well, Minari."Y/N said with a smile, and she cornered Mina again against the wall.

T/N joined her lips again, but this time she took out her tongue to stroke Mina's lips.

The Japanese slowly opened her mouth, and T/N took advantage of that opportunity to introduce her tongue and caress the one of the opposite. Mina had been surprised by the sudden action of T/N that could not avoid releasing a moan.

T/N smiled in the middle of the kiss, and took the Japanese from her waist and brought her closer to her so that she could deepen the kiss. Mina was being taken over by the kiss she was having with her best friend.

Y/N broke up the kiss when she noticed that the air was beginning to be missing, and she smiled big when she saw the state in which she left mina.

"I think it's enough."Y/N commented, having fun with the state of the Japanese. "We can continue to strengthen friendship another day." YN approached mina and she planted a kiss on her lips. "See you later, Minari."T/N wiped her eye.

Y/N left the room, leaving the poor Japanese lost in her thoughts. She slowly placed two fingers on her lips, stroking her lips while

remembering how soft Y/N lips were.

She didn't say anything. However, a smile had formed in her face.

Months had passed, and Mina was once again jealous more followed.

This was for two reasons.

One, she didn't like Y/N to get close to the others.

Two, Mina wanted an excuse to reinforce friendship with Y/N.

Mina,was staring at Y/N with a pretty heavy look, waiting for the greatest to notice.

When Y/N felt a pretty heavy look at her, she turned and looked for the cause of that.

She smiled when she saw that Mina was fulming her with her gaze.

Y/N said goodbye to the person she was talking to, and approached Mina.

"You're jealous again?" Y/N asked, and Mina was shittered with her gaze.

"Don't you think we should reinforce our friendship?" Mina asked her, and Y/N raised a curious eyebrow.

"You're sure that's just why?"Y/N released a laughter, and Mina fulminated her with her gaze.

She took Y/N's hand and forcibly took her to the same room as usual.

Mina closed the door safely and took Y/N from the neck of the shirt to kiss it with fierce.

Y/N corresponded the kiss, taking Mina from her legs so that she could load it and that she would roll her legs on Y/N's hips.

T/N supported her against the wall, and followed the wet kiss that Mina had started.

Mina took T/N's hair and separated it from the kiss, kissing her jaw and lowering her kisses to the opposite neck.

T/N had been surprised by that action on the part of the Japanese, but he said nothing.

Mina kept kissing her neck until she decided to leave a hickey. T/N opened her eyes surprised and looked at Mina.

"What was that?"T/N asked, seeing Mina smiling widenlt. "Strengthening friendship." She said, playing with T/N's hair. "I'm only implying that no one can take my place in your heart."

T/N was surprised by the words that Mina had said, and she could not help but laugh.

"You're so jealous, Mina." She said with a smile on her side, and the name looked at her with a fun look. "You have to accept that for wanting to be my friend." Mina said.

"If I get these types of treatment with just being your friend, then I would be your friend forever."T/N said, kissing Mina again.

They both were kissed with fierce again.

It's been four months since these acts of 'strengthening friendship' started among them.

T/N did it every time she could, and Mina was jealous every time she could so she could have an excuse to ask for 'reinforcement friendship!.

What strange relationship they have, no?

Both finished strengthening their friendship, and T/N said goodbye to everyone to return home.

Mina was in good humor, and the others were suspicious of why Mina was like this.

Of course, who would not suspect that she and T/N entered the room and then came out with red and swollen lips and in good humor?

Of course there was something.

"Mina?" Jihyo called, making the name to look at her.

"Hmm?" Mina answered in good humor.

"We have a question, and we want you to answer us sincerely." Jeongyeon said this time.

Mina nodded, and waited for the others to ask her what they wanted to ask.

"You and T/N are dating?" Nayeon asked directly.

Mina opened her eyes big and blushed completely.

"What? No!"Mina quickly denied. "We're just friends."

"Friends who eat their mouths?"Momo asked with a spooleous smile. "Don't think we don't realize how you always leave the room with red and swollen lips,"

"I don't know what they're talking about. "Mina denied, deflecting her gaze.

"We're just reinforcing friendship."

"Strengthening friendship?" Sana could not help but laugh when she heard the excuse.

Mina looked at her badly, "T/N and are only strengthening friendship." Sana laughed again, but this time Momo, Nayeon and Dahyun joined laughter.

Mina looked at them again at the bad. "Hey, stop laughing. I'm telling the truth."

"mina. Friends don't strengthen friendship with kisses." Jihyo denied with her head. "Are you sure you just feel friends with T/N?" Chaeyoung asked. "Because the jealousy you have for here is not normal."

"I'm only jealous that my best friend spends more time with my friends than with me, her best friend."Mina made strength in the word "But still, friendship would not be reinforced by kissing." Jihyo denied with her head again.

"Are you friends with benefits?" Tzuyu asked curiously, making everyone look in her direction.

"And how do you know that?" Jihyo looked at her with a frown.

Tzuyu shrugged. "Books I read."

The girls decided to ignore the minor of all so that they could focus on the Japanese.

"If you like T/N, why don't you tell her?" Nayeon asked. "We can notice how much you like her."

"No. I don't like her. She doesn't like me."Mina said. "We're just friends."

"Who said I don't like you?" Mina was stared when she heard T/N's voice.

She looked everywhere but didn't see the eldest.

"t-t/n?" Mina stuttered, not knowing where T/N was speaking to her. "It would be a lie if I said I didn't like it."T/N said, and Mina finally saw that the voice came from a cell phone.

Momo had called T/N without Mina noting.

"T/N, right, we're only reinforcing friendship?" Mina asked, trying to have T/N's help to convince others.

T/N laughed. "Mina-yah... are you somewhat naive sometimes, don't you think?" She said with laughter, confusing Mina.

"What do you mean?" She asked with her frowned.

"They all know that I like you more than a friend." She said, and Mina looked at the others to see that they had accomplices eyes." Do you seriously think that's a way to reinforce friendship?"

Mina frowned. "So that was all this time?"

"A way to strengthen my relationship with you, and make you realize your feelings for me."T/N said, laughing a little bit of the mischief she made. "But guess you really thought it was to strengthen friendship."

"t/n..."Mina didn't know if she was angry or confused.

"Mina... those tactics of 'strengthening friendship' would never do them with a friend." She said. "I would do them with the person I like." She said. "That person is you."

Mina had been silent, and that was not liked T/N.

"Minari...?" Y/N asked with some insecurity. She couldn't see the expression of Mina, so shd didn't know if mina was angry or not.

"I need time to think. Until then don't talk to me."The Japanese said harshly, and she hung the call.

The girls looked at Mina with surprise, thinking about whether she was crazy or not. "Mina?! Why did you react like this??"Nayeon asked. "I didn't imagine the end like this!"

"I imagined everything melous and carmelled." Jeongyeon said. "This is a pretty unscathed turn."

Mina got up and went to her room to lock up there. "You're a liar." Mina said, sinking his head into her pillow.

Mina no longer spoke almost to T/N, and the opposite did not approach the Japanese for respect for her decision.

That short time that T/N has not spoken to Mina was going to go crazy the Japanese, without T/N, Mina felt she would go crazy.

However, her pride did not let her go where T/N and apologize.

In one of those, Mina's eyes burned when Nayeon had whispered something in T/N's ear and she ended up blushing.

'That's it. I can't do this anymore. Mina got up from her seat and walked in quick and heavy steps to where the eldest was. T/N had been surprised by the presence of the Japanese. "Mina...?"

"Room. Strengthening. Friendship. Now."Mina said in her teeth.

T/N had been taken unsurprised, so those words took a little bit to be processed.

Mina, seeing that T/N was not reacting, she rolled her eyes and took the top of her arm to drag her into the room and close the door safely.

The other girls were proudly seen how the plan had come up perfectly.

"Now you have to do your part."Nayeon said.

When Mina closed the door, she looked at T/N with a fulminant look.

"You had a lot of fun with Nayeon unnie, isn't it?" Mina asked in a hard tone, and T/N raised an eyebrow.

"I don't see why you should get jealous."T/N said, frowning. "You made it clear to me that you only saw me like a friend."

"You're an idiot!"Mina exclaimed, hitting T/N's chest. "When I asked you to give me time and you won't talk to me, I wasn't asking you to go flirting with the others!"

"Me? flirting with others?"Y/N was confused. "mina. I'm just talking to them."

"argh!!" Mina exclaimed. "How much I've been in the way between you and

Nayeon unnie, you and nayeon unnie would be reinforcing friendship, putting your tongue to her throat?!"

T/N looked at her strange. "I'll never do that." She said in a neutral voice." would never 'reinforce friendship' with someone other than you."

Mina snorted. "It's not noticeable."

"I don't understand you." T/N turned her hand through her hair, seeing Mina with her browning. "Why do you act jealous when you don't even like me that way?"

Mina pressed her teeth. "Are you so blind to see it now?"

"What do you want me to see?" T/N exclaimed,

Mina snacked her tongue and walked towards T/N.

"You haven't answered me-"

Y/N was silent when Mina pressed her lips against her.

Mina was kissing her with hunger, as if she missed those moments with T/N.

Mina separated from the kiss and looked at T/N. The opposite one looked at her with surprise.

"I like you, idiot." She said, and that was enough for T/N to charge her and kiss her again with ganality.

T/N separated from the kiss and looked at it. "Is it true what you say? You're not lying to me, right?"

Mina rolled her eyes. "I'm telling the truth, idiot." T/N smiled big and kissed her again, this time entering her tongue into Mina's mouth to taste her.

Y/N left Mina in the bed and placed on top of it to keep kissing her.

T/N lowered her kisses to Mina's neck and started marking her.

"A hickey for every year of friendship we have."T/N whispered, leaving a hickey in her neck. "1."

Mina sighed, closing her eyes.

T/N got rid of Mina's button shirt, and left another hickey on her shoulder. "2." She continued to lower her lips until she reached the breast of Mina. She left another hickey. "3." T/N passed her lips through the middle of Mina's breasts, and left another hickey. "4,"

Y/N went down and left another sucking in her abdomen. "5." Then another in her womb."6."

T/N got rid of the Mina trousers, leaving it simply in panties.

She went down and left a hickey in mina's tigh. "7."

Then another one in the right thigh. "8."

Mina was breathing forcibly while waiting for the last hickey.

T/N smiled, and turned Mina around, surprising her and making she drowned a drowning cry.

T/N dropped her panties quickly and left a hickey in her ass "9,"

The Japanese felt so strange, but so satisfied at the same time.

T/N had marked it everywhere.

And that was something that Mina liked.

T/N again turned to Mina, making it back up and looking at her.

"What should I do to you?"T/N asked in a whisper. "There are so many things! I want to do you and let me tell you that they are not at all innocent."

Mina bited her lip. Just trying to imagine what T/N wanted to do, it made her excited.

T/N noticed that and smiled. "I think I've already had an idea of what I can do to you." She whispered.

T/N separated from Mina and began to undrust. Mina was looking at her with a desire she never thought she had for T/N.

When T/N was finally naked, she knelt in front of Mina and started licking mina's pussy

Mina arched her back.

"y/n!" she exclaimed, not waiting for the sudden action of T/N.

Y/N only smiled and continued with her act. "Oh, God!"Mina groans, feeling how T/N's tongue came in and came out quickly out of her pussy. "a-ah!" She arched her back even more when she felt two fingers inside her.

T/N had put two of her fingers while still penetrating mina with her tongue. Everything was being very intense for Mina as T/N was being very good satisfying her.

"T-T/N-!" Mina exclaimed, pulling T/N's hair.

Y/N started moving her fingers at a fast speed as she approached Mina to kiss her on her lips.

Mina drowned her mlans in the middle of the kiss, passing her arms through Y/N shoulder to scratch her.

T/N grumbled in the middle of the kiss and added one more finger, going faster.

"Y/N!" Mina exclaimed, separating from the kiss.

T/N was penetrating mina against her sensitive point, making the minor release more moans than normal.

"I-i'm going to cum!" Mina exclaimed, scratching Y/N's shoulder more.

T/N was even faster, and she gave a last trust which caused Mina to cum.

The Japanese released a great groan, and her body gave little spasms.

T/N took her fingers out of her and licked until it was clean.

"You don't taste bad, Minari-"T/N said with a flirty smile.

Mina blushed, and extended both arms.

"I want you to hug me."Mina asked with a pout and T/N smiled, seeing how cute mina was.

"Hai-"Y/N said, hugging the girl.

Mina roaled between Y/N arms hiding her head in the neck of the opposite. T/N felt like Mina was leaving her a hickey on her neck.

Y/N had barely disappeared and Mina had already planted another one.

"Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine." Mina repeated several times, making T/N laugh.

"Yes, yes. Just yours."T/N laughed again.

"I don't want you to be so close to others."Mina frowned, remembering the times that T/N was very close to the girls,

T/N raised an eyebrow. "Even if I'm close to them, you're the only one! like."T/N said, stroking mina's cheek. "minari..."

"emm?"Mina asked.

"Would you stop being my best friend?" T/N asked, making mina get up quickly to see her with her frowning.

"What do you mean by that?

"Would you stop being my best friend to be my girlfriend?" T/N asked, and Mina calmed her expression.

The Japanese gave her a slight blow.

"Don't scare me like this!" Mina exclaimed, beating T/N over and over again on the shoulder.

"ouch, ouch, ouch!"T/N said in a laughter and took Mina's hands so that she didn't keep beating her. "Okey, okey. It's my fault for not completing the phrase." She said, kissing Mina's cuffs. "But would you give me the answer?" Mina rolled her eyes with fun. "Yes, idiot." She said. " I want to be your girlfriend." T/N smiled and brought mina closer.

"Yay-"T/N celebrated. "My dream of having Mina as my girlfriend became a reality™"

Mina released a laughter. "And now that you have already fulfilled that dream. What's next?" The Japanese asked curiously.

"Marry you."T/N said with a smile.

Mina opened her eyes big, and she blushed completely.

T/N smiled slightly and kissed Mina's lips.

Both stayed like this for a while until T/N decided to separate. "It's time to reinforce friendship a little bit, don't you think?" T/N said with a flirtate smile, and Mina released a laughter.

And both were prepared for the second round of 'strengthening friendship'.

#mina smut #mina x reader #twice x reader #twice smut #quackoff #friends to lovers #smut #kpop smut

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Delicious..

warnings: teacher!chaeyoung, student!femreader, public sex?¿, age gap (chaeyoung is 27 and yn is 21).

genre: SMUT

ENGLISH ISNT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

It's supposed to be around here..." Y/N commented, walking through the school parking lot and looking everywhere for the teacher's car.

"Y/N, this way." This she heard the voice of her teacher calling her. She looked in the direction of the older girl and quickly walked towards her.

Chaeyoung opened the passenger door for her and Y/N climbed inside it.

Once inside, she fastened her seat belt and waited for the teacher to get into the car to leave the institution.

"What ice cream do you want to eat?" Chaeyoung asked once she got into the car. "Do you fancy somewhere?"

"I'm fine with whatever you choose, prof." Y/N replied with a small smile.

The older Korean glanced at her out of the corner of her eye before turning her gaze back to the road. "Don't call me teacher. We're not at school and there's no one else here either." This she said. "Call me Chaeyoung when we're alone." This she commented. "I want there to be comfort between us."

The opponent nodded timidly. "It's okay... Chaeyoung.." This she said with a low tone of voice.

The older Korean smiled sideways. It wasn't what she expected, but it was a good start.

"I know a good place, you might like it." The Major commented, driving in the direction of said place.

The walk was somewhat silent, and Chaeyoung didn't know how to break the tension that was happening at that moment.

Chaeyoung was getting a little frustrated. Was she like that with everyone, or only with her?

"Can I ask you something?" Chaeyoung asked, glancing sideways at Y/N. "Are you like that with others, or is it just with me-"

"I honestly don't know why I'm being so shy with you either." Y/N looked away, fixing it outside the window to have a little confidence when speaking. "I feel nervous when you look at me like that."

Chaeyoung raised her eyebrow. "How?"

"That's how everyone else looked at me." This she said. "Only with Dahyun it was different because she was so innocent, and with Momo because I was the one who provoked her first."

Chaeyoung nodded slowly. At least she wasn't the only one.

That calmed her.

"And why does she make you nervous?" Chaeyoung asked. "It's not like you don't look at us like that too."

Y/N cowered in her place. Was she that obvious?

"Was it obvious..." The younger girl asked, and the older girl laughed lightly.

"You think she wasn't?" This she asked with an amused smile. "Honey, you can see the looks full of desire when you see each other." This is what she said. "I guess you've always noticed mine, haven't you?" Y/N nodded slowly. "Hm, and you still pretended not to?"

"I had to keep up appearances in front of the other students." She responded quietly. "I am the president of the council, I have to set an example." she giggles.

Chaeyoung laughed out loud. "An example." "She is she," she said with a laugh.

"What's funny?" The youngest asked with a frown. "I don't see the funny thing about wanting to set a good example."

"Nothing, nothing." Chaeyoung shook her head before stopping in front of an ice cream shop. "Come on, let's go down, we're already there."

Y/N got out of the car next to Chaeyoung and followed behind her, entering the ice cream shop and reaching the counter where all the ice cream flavors were displayed.

"Which one do you want?" Chaeyoung asked, looking at the contrary.

"Which one will you choose?" Y/N asked back, looking at several flavors. She had several in mind, but she didn't really know which one to choose.

"I already have mine. It's always strawberry." Chaeyoung commented. "What do you want?"

"I have many in mind." This one she said, pointing to the various flavors. "But I'm really craving cookie n'cream." Y/N said.

'Then let's order that one.' Chaeyoung commented, and looked at the person serving. 'Two ice creams. One strawberry and one cookie n'cream." Chaeyoung asked for. "And have it in a glass, please."

The opponent nodded, and she went to prepare the ice cream.

"We won't eat here?" The youngest asked, to which the oldest shook her head.

"Let's go eat in the car. There's a really nice place I want to show you."

Once ready, Chaeyoung paid for them and took both ice creams and then handed the corresponding one to Y/N.

They both walked back to the car, and got into it.

"Where is the place?" This she asked, eating the first spoonful of the ice cream.

Chaeyoung smirked. "You are no longer sad now that do you have ice cream?"

"It's ice cream." Y/N shrugged, taking another spoonful.

"Won't you eat the ice cream?" Y/N asked, seeing the opponent's strawberry ice cream lying there untouched. "It can melt."

"The place is close." Chaeyoung said with a giggle. "Don't eat my ice cream."

"I wasn't planning on doing it either. "Y/N looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not that sweet either."

Chaeyoung wanted to laugh, but she didn't. This one she parked on a hill that overlooked all of Seoul, and she took the strawberry ice cream to eat.

'This is the place?' Y/N asked, looking at the landscape in amazement.

"Hm-mm." This she hummed in response. “It's beautiful, isn't it?” Chaeyoung asked, finally taking a spoonful of her own ice cream.

Y/N nodded before glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. "I can try a little of the ice cream?"

Chaeyoung looked at her with a half smile. "You have yours," she commented with a laugh. "Why do you want to try mine?"

“Oh, just share.”Y/N pouted. "I want to try."

"Well, well, okay." Chaeyoung laughed, passing her the glass with ice cream.

"Give to me." Y/Nsaid, opening her mouth and waiting for the eldest to feed her.

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow. "You do act like a little princess, don't you?" She asked, laughing lightly. "You have your hands. Hold on alone."

"Give it to me~" Y/N asked, looking at the opponent with her inflated cheeks.

Chaeyoung couldn't hold it in, and she let out a laugh. "There, there, spoiled girl." chaeyoung said, taking the spoon to grab some of the ice cream from her and spread it towards Y/N. "Open the mouth."

"Ah~" Y/N opened her mouth and took her spoon between her lips, savoring the strawberry ice cream.

Chaeyoung slowly removed the spoon from her opponent's mouth, and tensed a little when she saw her lick her lips.

"It tastes really good~"Y/N said under her breath, smiling sideways.

Chaeyoung stared at Y/N for a while, trying to process the image she had seen earlier.

Y/N noticed that the opponent was looking at her, so she raised an eyebrow. "What? You want too?" she asked.

Chaeyoung couldn't take it anymore. She left the ice cream on her arms and got out of the car.

Y/N was confused by the older girl's sudden action. What had happened?

She is she saw how the girl turned the car around and opened the door.

“Chaeyoung?”Y/N called, but let out a gasp when she felt the seat being moved back. "Y-Yah, what are you doing?"

"I can't take it anymore." This is her, she said, getting into the car and closing the door. "I need to taste you." Chaeyoung said, lifting Y/N's skirt. She had noticed that her panties were a little wet. Chaeyoung looked at her, a smile slowly forming on her lips. "Wet?"

Y/N blushed completely. "Y-Yah." This she complained. "W- We haven't finished the ice cream yet."

"I can finish it now." This is her, she said, putting her hands in to pull down the minor's panties. This brought her closer to her, leaving the privacy of her opponent so close to her mouth. This then took the ice cream from her, and smeared a little about Y/N's privacy.

The youngest arched her back from the sudden cold. "A-Ah~"

Chaeyoung licked her lips before getting closer and tasting the younger girl. This one opened her mouth wide to grab a large part of her intimacy, ingesting the ice cream with the minor's fluids.

Y/N moaned at that sensation. It was something new that she was experimenting. "C-Chaeyoung, it feels weird~"

Chaeyoung placed more ice cream, then began to lick it slowly. "It tastes so good to eat ice cream like this."

Y/N trembled at Chaeyoung's actions. She was letting out little gasps while she still had her ice cream in her hand. "G-God, Chaeyoung..."

The Korean slurped the ice cream mixed with her fluids, and then slowly ran her tongue over it before putting it inside her pussy.

Y/N bit into the spoon, letting out a loud moan as she arched her back.

Chaeyoung started fucking her with her tongue, and kept her gaze on her opponent to see her reactions. She was feeling Y/N's fluids quite sweet and very strawberry flavored, something she was quite enjoying.

Chaeyoung stuck out her tongue and brought two fingers closer to insert them gently.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the intrusion of those fingers and went down. her gaze a little to focus on Chaeyoung.

The older Korean woman moved them very slowly, enjoying the fluids that came out of the younger girl's intimacy.

"C-Chaeyoung, don't be mean and go faster." Y/N asked, despairing at how slow the girl was.

" Why? I'm enjoying it." Chaeyoung commented with a raised eyebrow, arching her fingers slightly.

Y/N trembled. "P-Please... I'm desperate that you do it so slow..."

“Please?” Y/N asked.

"Now you start begging?" She asked, and her movements became slower and slower. "If you want it so much, why don't you beg for more?"

Y/N bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. "C- Chaeyoung...p-please, I'm begging you..." she said, letting out a gasp as she felt her opponent's fingers arch away from her. "F-Faster...please..."

Chaeyoung hummed contentedly, speeding up her thrusts.

Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head back and spreading her legs a little wider for Chaeyoung to go deeper.

"M-More, Chaeyoung, m-more!" Y/N asked, setting her ice cream aside and tightening the grip of her other hand on the armrest.

Chaeyoung brought her mouth close to Y/N's clit, and began to suck lightly, playing with the little bud with her tongue and increasing the speed of her fingers.

Y/N began to feel a pressure on her belly, feeling a knot forming as Chaeyoung continued to penetrate her hard. "C-Chaeyoung..." This she said between sighs, gasping loudly as she felt the hit of her thrusts. "I-I'm going to come soon..."

"Do it." Chaeyoung said in a deep tone, arching her fingers hard again and again until finally making her come.

Y/N came, letting out a scream full of pleasure and trembling from the orgasm she obtained.

Chaeyoung pulled her fingers out of her and brought them to her mouth, smiling at the sweet taste of the fluids.

"Delicious. It tastes like strawberry." Chaeyoung said with a half smile, removing her fingers from her mouth.

Y/N was breathing heavily, looking at the opponent with a somewhat lost look.

Chaeyoung smiled, wanting to taste more of the younger girl. "There's still some ice cream left." This she whispered, taking the glass from the youngest. "I want to try your ice cream this time."

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