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eyes on me (and only me)

myoui mina x fem!reader ; fluff, angst, smut ; wc: 9.1k

synopsis: mina’s not fond of the attention you’re receiving, but it’ll take more than a glare to get that message across.

warnings: smut smut smut! ; alcohol ; almost fucking in the bathroom lmfao ^_^ : angst if u squint ; friends to fucking to lovers or smth like that ; rushed lowk ; not proofread and anything else i missed??

a/n: not my best work plus i wrote this on my phone. lots of mistakes oops

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the light turns red, you slow down smoothly. the glow from the traffic light illuminates mina’s face with a red glow. you turn to catch a glimpse of her.

she catches you glancing over and raises a brow, you smile playfully and turn back to watch the cars pass.

“why do you do that?” she asks you, rolling her eyes. “you’re so weird.”

“don’t say that, i’m amazing.”

mina shakes her head and turns to face the passengers window, hiding her smile from you. the music in the car continues to play, you giggle, and the light turns green again. you gradually press down on the pedal.

you and mina have been friends for 8 years and counting, luckily you both ended up at the same university—which meant no long-distance friendship and no problems.

(well— there was one problem, one that kept the two of you up at night: the mutual attraction the two of you had for each other.)

(but both of you choose to ignore that in order to keep yourselves sane.)

(it doesn’t keep any of you sane.)

mina was someone you could be completely transparent with, and despite how stupid or unhinged you’ve been, she’s stuck by your side throughout the years. and speaking of which, throughout the years she’s only gotten prettier, and she’s been undeniably beautiful. she matured physically and mentally, the physical aspect unquestionably catching your eye more. years pass and her features are sharper, yet as elegant as ever. more eye candy for you, and more excuses such as: “i was zoning out” to repeat after getting caught staring. both of you had a staring problem.

“and~ we’re home.” you beam, watching mina unbuckle the seatbelt. “give me your bag, you must be tired.”

mina hands you her small shoulder bag and smiles at you, you return the smile. she gets out your car and stretches her arms out, sighing as she does so.

the night breeze hits you in the face hectically, but it passes through mina’s hair in a way that reminds you of some commercial, with her as the conspicuous model.

the two of you walk over to the entrance of your apartment complex, then up the stairs. you follow mina up as she walks to the third floor, and you feel a little bad since her legs must hurt.

once you get to your shared apartment, mina reaches inside the pocket of her jacket for the keys, then pulls them out and starts to unlock the door. she turns the lock to the right once and pushes the door open, turning on the light as soon as she steps inside.

mina plops on the couch and you giggle, smiling at your best friend and roommate. you plop down next to her and she puts her feet on your lap, sinking into the cushions deeper.

“shift must’ve been rough, huh?” you ask, watching her nod in response. she closes her eyes and turns to the side, sighing.

“i have a test tomorrow too.”

“seriously? on what?”

“physics.” she groans, then sits up. “i figured majoring in architecture would be less grueling. i was wrong. so wrong.”

“you set yourself up for more of that.” you tease, tapping her shoulder and urging her to turn around. “let me ease the tension, then you can rest a bit and study a bit. it’s only 5:50.”

she hums and turns around; you place your hands on her shoulders and begin to work at the stiff muscles with your nimble fingers. she gasps at the sudden contact, shrugging then easing into your touch. mina lets out a variety of sighs and groans here and there, but otherwise stays pretty inaudible the rest of the time. she leans away from you after she’s had enough, rolling her shoulders back and then cracking her neck.

"thank you y/n, for everything.”

you can’t help but chuckle after hearing her words of gratitude. she sounded so serious and sincere, which caught you off guard. you stand up and intertwine your own fingers together, stretching them up and behind your back a bit.

“i just drove you back from work and massaged you, that’s what friends are for. no need to be to sentimental minari.”

she rolls her eyes and scoffs at your teasing tone, “oh so i guess i’ll just quit showing my gratitude.”

“hey i didn’t mean—”

a pillow is thrown at your stomach before mina starts giggling, showing her gums and all as she beams; just how you adore. you throw the pillow back at her and she catches it with her hands, then stands up and sets it down on the couch.

“okay now go study, can’t be wasting your tuition on a failed physics grade.”

“i don’t want to hear that from you y/n. didn’t you get a 67 on that anatomy module?”

“hey!” you raise your hands up in defense, “i passed, that’s all that matters.”

“yeah, whatever. i’m going, thanks again.” mina mumbles, grabbing her bag and walking over to her room.

she smiles as soon as she enters her room, then laughs to herself. she sighs dreamily, something out of a romcom.

“so the both of you aren’t actually togeth—”

“no.” mina dismisses momo immediately. momo looks at you whilst you talk with the girl you met in your kinesiology class, the girl that’s a little too touchy and flirty for mina’s liking. “she’s occupied anyway, always talking with any girl that’s in her line of sight.” mina scoffs.

“oh, so you’re jealous?” momo laughs, grinning at mina.

the younger woman shoves the older one in the shoulder, rolling her eyes. “no. she’s just taking her sweet time when we need to be somewhere.”

you’re smiling, you’re laughing, and she is doing the same. her hands are resting on your chest every now and then and she’s also giving you heart eyes. of course, you’re too oblivious to realize – just how you always are with girls like that – mina hates it.

finally, after what feels like an eternity, you finish talking to the girl, make an excuse that you have to leave, and check your phone. you look up and mina is talking to momo, and then you walk over — no, rush over and almost trip in the middle of the lobby — and apologize for being a couple of minutes late. mina grimaces and momo gives you a toothy smile.

“let’s go, we need to pick up sana too—right?” you ask, mina simply nods, no small smile or anything before she turns away.

she starts walking out the doors first and you frown at the sudden moodiness from her. you know mina well, well enough to know when she’s having her mood swings and feeling down. you learned to be attentive at a young age, and mainly — only — for her.

you look over to momo and she shrugs, then suggests, “maybe if you weren’t so late.”

“it was six minutes.”

“maybe it’s more than the time then.”

“momo—” you’re unable to finish your sentence because now she’s the one turning around and following mina’s path. your shoulders sink and you frown again. your legs carry you out the doors to follow the two women despite the sinking feeling in your heart.

mina is standing beside the passenger door waiting for you to unlock your car, and momo is on her phone leaning against the door to the backseat. you click the button on your keys, your car makes that clicking noise and lights up, then mina and momo get inside at the same time.

you get into the drivers seat and turn on your engine, then face mina to ask, “want the aux?” then she hums in response, plugging her phone in. momo observes from the back seat; the way you clench your teeth subtly, mina’s hesitance, the way your hand grips the steering wheel tighter than usual, mina’s body turning away from yours.

sana is in the car ten minutes later and immediately, the tension starts to die down.

“i’m so hungry…” sana sighs, linking her arm with momo’s.

you laugh and assure her, “i’ll drive quick, i think everyone is as hungry as you.” mina smiles and you catch it from the corner of your eye; you grin sheepishly..

it’s silent for the most part other than sana starting all the conversations and everyone responding. then, halfway through the car ride, sana beams and mentions: “hey, sebastian is throwing a house party, everyones going to be there you know.”

“…and?” you hum, eyes on the road.

“we should go!”

“sana,” mina begins, “you know i’m not a party person.”

sana pouts. “come on~ that chaeyoung girl you’ve been all flirty with is going to be there. maybe you can hit it off with her.”

the light turns red and you hit the brakes – not so smoothly – and quirk a brow at mina. you’ve been able to hit it off with some girls on campus, hooking up with them and whatnot, but the mention of mina talking to someone – which, you’re been completely unaware of – strikes a nerve in you for some reason. she’s not yours, you’re not hers, yet there’s a sick feeling in your stomach.

“you’re— you’re talking to someone?” the uneasy atmosphere makes its comeback as soon as the question slips past your lips, and mina shrinks in her seat. “you never told me that.”

“you never tell me about all the girls you talk to, i can’t talk to one?” mina says, her tone vicious.

“i- no, i just, i thought you would’ve told me about something like that.” you look at her apologetically, she doesn’t bat an eye at you. “i didn’t mean that, mina.’

sana and momo glance at each other in the backseats; momo shrugs, sana raises her brows, and then sana decides to clear the air.

“so, let’s go as a group?” she insists, and you can only hum as you pull into the parking spot near the café.

momo decides to find seats for the four of you and you thank her before grabbing mina’s wrist and dragging her to the bathroom. sana and momo watch, both as surprised as mina.

it’s a single person restroom, and you close the door behind you harshly before backing mina against the sink. you’re only an inch or two taller, nothing too significant, but somehow it feels like you’re towering her completely.

she looks into your eyes, you look into hers tenderly; mina surrenders and breaks the eye contact.

“what’s going on mina?”

“i’m sorry, it’s nothing.”

“it’s clearly something.” you murmur, curious and confused. “please, you can tell me anything.”

without thinking, you cup her face. your hands are warm, they’ve always been warm and mina’s have always been on the colder end. mina feels her heart shatter and pound against her chest at the same time, her cheeks flush but her lips twitch into a frown.

hesitant to give into your touch, she shudders away subtly. “it’s nothing, i’m just, you know—“

“mood swings?” you ask, moving your hand to her shoulder and rubbing your thumb against the material that covers it. mina leans in to your touch this time and nods, looking back at you. “i’m sorry for, sounding so… i don’t know, angry. it’s not my business, and if you’re talking to someone…” you gulp down your feelings and decide on what anyone would say. “then i hope they make you happy and whatnot, it’s not my business. i shouldn’t have pushed it.”

“no,” mina mumbles. you turn your head, confused. “i think i’ve been a bit distant recently, i haven’t been as open.”

“hey don’t say that, i guess the stress is killing both of us.”

“i’m sorry again.” mina sighs.

“it’s okay, i love you always, no matter what.”

“and how do you?” mina questions, tensing up at the feeling of your thumb rubbing against her shoulder now. you slide your hand down to her forearm subconsciously, pausing your actions.

“what? mina, you know i love you. we’ve been friends since like, forever. i’m just saying i’m always here if you need me.”

friends.

“okay, yeah thanks.” mina rushes her response out, then recomposes herself. she grabs your wrist briefly before letting go, then opens the door. “i’m hungry, hurry up.”

“yeah yeah, whatever.”

mina’s normal for the rest of the week and there are no complications or mood swings for the most part. the two of you are pretty busy anyway, no time for arguments when your professors are up your asses.

there’s those moments of solitude with your roommate that bring you some peace of mind here and there, which makes it harder to push down the trivial feelings you have for mina. like that one time mina helped you out with dinner, pushing you to the side with her hand on your waist. yeah, that one had your heart racing.

other than a near heart attack and some domestic and weirdly intimate alone time with mina, there hasn’t been any tension or bickering since that car ride. things seem good and you’re happy with that.

sana reminds you of the party the day of, it reminds you of what had happened in the car. you’re reminded of mina’s ‘talking stage’ and it bothers you more than you’d like to admit, but there’s nothing to worry about since mina isn’t the biggest partygoer. she’d probably be cooped up in her room playing games while you drank more than you intended to again, just like always.

tonight was an exception.

you’re leaning against the counter in your baggy jeans and the fit t-shirt where the sleeve cuts off just above your bicep – the shirt that makes your arms look good and shows your tattoos better – and sana is texting the group chat saying she’ll be there in five. you wait patiently and pass the time by mindlessly scrolling.

what you don’t expect is to see mina emerging from the hall looking effortlessly beautiful like she always does. she meets your gaze then drops it to your own body, quickly returning back to the shared eye contact. there’s something in the way she holds herself up that’s keeping your look on her for a moment longer, afraid to look away just in case you’ll miss something.

she’s fucking stunning, no doubt about that. a cropped, white top hugs her figure perfectly and shows a good amount of her defined abdomen, the light shines in a way that highlights her grooves. she has that naturally striking body, the one that girls envy or swoon over, and the ones that guys eye not so subtly in public, much to your dismay. she’s also wearing some light makeup — a rosy sunset lightly decorating the outside of her eyes and a darker shade of red painted on her lips — and even without it your jaw would be on the floor. her wavy hair falls loosely around her and her bangs are tousled – different than her usual well kept look – it all captivates you. mina’s fucking hot, no doubt about that.

your eyes do a lot of the talking, they run up and down her body, down to the curve of her hips that are covered by her low-rise boyfriend jeans. mina’s inching closer and you recompose yourself, try not to eye fuck your roommate too hard.

“you’re going to the party? thought you weren’t a party person.”

“i don’t have anything better to do.”

“not going to stay and play games? that’s new.”

she scoffs, then crosses your arms and it makes you realize that you’ve been looking at her exposed tummy again. you make eye contact with her again. mina raises her brows, then responds with a hint of test in her tone, “do you not want me to go? sounds a lot like it.”

not when you look like that. you should only look like that for me, you think, and you want to respond with that thought. but you hold yourself back and decide to laugh it off, masking your odd jealously that looms.

you clear your throat, then respond, “no, just curious. we should take my car over then, just in case you want to leave early.”

“yeah, okay.” mina says, suspicious of your sudden change in mood. “let sana know then, and don’t drink too much, or really anything since you’re driving.”

“you know i’m a heavy weight. three shots and i’m still walking straight, functioning, and able to have fun. don’t worry about me.” you wave your hand and grab your phone. “i’ll ring up sana.” you say, then motion for her to leave the house with you.

the walk to the house is not too long, but unfortunately you were too late to bag a spot in the astonishingly large drive way. it was already filled with seven cars, all different brands besides the two honda civics that are next to each other, one red and one black. how generic, and probably driven by men who’d try to hit on you and your friends later.

there’s a fence to the backyard and you easily lift up the metal that prevents the door from opening. you push the door open and mina slides in through the gap, then you slip through and lock it again.

the music was already noticeable before the two of you had actually made it on the property, but now it’s much louder and disturbingly raucous. but that’s just how parties are. there’s a good amount of people in the spacious back yard, maybe fifteen or more – give or take – some are talking in a group with bottles of beer in their hands, two people makeout against the tree in the right corner, and others are cackling while some shirtless guy with a buzzcut and shotguns a can of cheap alcohol. nothing too surpassingly other than the size of the house and yard, pretty normal for everything that’s unfolding.

you lean down a bit to bring your lips to mina’s ear, making sure your voice is heard over the drake that’s playing at a volume that’s surely going to bring noise complaints.

“you okay?” you ask loudly, almost a shout. mina nods, then turns over, her face only inches away from yours. you look down at her lips, and back up to peer into her dark eyes. “we should go inside.” you suggest, mina nods once more.

compared to outside, the house held a lot more people. the kitchen was filled with people getting refills of sodas alcohol, and maybe one or two people ended up with water in their cups — though only those few — the rest of the bunch that crowded the house were either tipsy or drunk out of their minds.

“i think i’m gonna grab a beer or something, text me if you need anything – actually, just call me.”

mina wants to cling onto you the whole night and if anything, she only came in hopes of making you jealous. but here you are, actually indulging in whatever the hell is going on around the two of you. she feels sick to her stomach when she sees you wave goodbye, and prays that you won’t end up like those two girls in the corner of her eye that are eating each others mouths. at least not with anyone but her. fuck.

“hey, it’s you.” mina feels a tap on her shoulder and turns around to face the girl she met in her design class. “i didn’t know you were a party person, didn’t strike me as the type.”

chaeyoung is also wearing a crop top, revealing the various tattoos that decorate her skin. mina liked the tattoos, but all she could think about was the ones you had on your own skin, the ones mina always found herself staring at. her dark hair is messy, yet it suits the younger woman, so does her whole outfit: some crop top and paint splattered jeans.

“you here with anyone?” chaeyoung asks, then takes a sip from her can of beer, mina thinks it’s the rocket pop based on the colors.

“no, you?”

“nah, i came here with a friend though. i think she’s out flirting now though.”

“yeah, i came with a friend too. she’s probably doing the same too.”

“you don’t sound too happy about that.” chaeyoung says, observing the faint disappointment that spreads across mina’s features. “wanna get a drink?”

mina hesitates, then nods. chaeyoung smiles and grabs mina’s hand, leading her to a fridge in the kitchen.

“oh, and by the way,” the younger woman starts, turning to mina. “you look good.”

“thanks.” mina responds.

it’s not that mina doesn’t enjoy chaeyoung’s company, if anything she’s actually really intrigued with her little anecdotes and cute little rambles. mina likes the way chaeyoung giggles with her over some small thing, and mina doesn’t necessarily hate how chaeyoung leans closer to her, the skin-to-skin contact isn’t anything that bothers her. mina simply can’t feel anything for chaeyoung, and it frustrates her because one: chaeyoung is pretty, quite nice on the eyes. that’s something mina can’t deny. two: she’s attentive and sweet, mina know’s this from the times she’s interacted with her before this headache of a party.

she’s just not you.

“you okay?” chaeyoung asks, rubbing her thumb on mina’s hand.

“yeah, i just, um— i need another drink.”

“you’ve had two cans already, and you seem all hazy. you sure you can take it?”

“it’s fine, i’m fine. yes, yeah.”

“okay… careful then. let me go with you.”

“no.” mina says almost immediately, then pauses. “i mean, um, i can go myself. sorry.”

chaeyoung nods, letting go of mina’s hand. “i’ll see you around mina, hope we run into each other again. i liked talking to you.”

“me too, i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

mina leaves chaeyoung on the couch alone, finding her way through the crowd and towards the kitchen to grab something stronger. she does in fact find something stronger in the fridge: some bottle of (most likely) cheap vodka. mina fucking hates vodka, but she also fucking hates that you’ve been plaguing her mind all night. so, mina grabs some small, plastic shot glass and pours herself a quick remedy to her growing disturbance. she shoots her head back and winces, groaning at the stinging taste of it dying down in her throat.

to make matters worse, you only plague her mind further. and to make it even worse (yet again), she catches you in the corner of her eye.

the girl from that day she got mad at you stands awfully close, putting her hand on your chest as she laughs. you only smile and laugh with her, not really paying attention to anything else.

this is the closest you’ve been to the girl, courtney was her name. she’s in your anatomy and has a similar hairstyle to mina, though mina’s looks ten times better. her eyes shine as she looks at you, well, mostly your lips. she smiles and slides her hand around your neck.

“you know, i’ve always thought you were pretty.” she says, “how about we find a spot to be alone?”

“oh,” you say, features shifting into one of confusion. “courtney i don’t— i thought we were just having fun…?”

“don’t be stupid baby,” you wince at the petname, it doesn’t sound right coming from her. she twirls your hair around, it irks you, you definitely don’t like it. “we can have fun if we find a place with a door that has a lock.” and all you can do is laugh awkwardly.

“courtney i don’t—” you look past courtney and towards the familiar girl in the kitchen, making direct eye contact with her and freezing as soon as you realize just who you’re looking at.

mina huffs, frowning at you disappointedly. she shouldn’t be disappointed, but she is.

if only that were her, she thinks.

she bites back a tear, clenching her teeth and shaking her head – which somehow makes her more uneasy than she already is – and starts to walk away. she doesn’t know where she’s going, just as long as it’s less overwhelming and there’s no sight of you with someone that isn’t her.

“shit,” you mumble, and then courtney desperately tries to postpone your departure with small talk, but it’s no use. you speed through the crowd and bump into various bodies as you try to keep mina in your vision, pushing anyone in your way just to find her.

you watch her turn into the hallway and manage to make it to that turn only two seconds later, but by the time you get there she’s already stepping into some room and closing the door. a curse slips from your breath as you run towards the same door a second after it had closed, hitting your fist against it in defeat.

“mina!” you shout – no response. “fuck, mina, please.”

you lean your forehead against it, flattening your hands against the door before you bang on it again.

“please? please mina, i know something is up.”

“go entertain yourself with whoever you were with earlier.” and what the fuck did that mean? you didn’t know. could mina mean courtney? you didn’t want her like that, mina can’t possibly be bothered by her – and, if she were, that wouldn’t make sense. courtney is just a friend, if anything, you wanted mina in her place.

“what does that mean? mina you’re being so—” she cuts you off, opening the door. she’s got that flush, the same one that she did when she lost to sana in that one drinking game a few months back. mina’s not sober, meaning she’s ten times more vulnerable and even moodier, but why? hell, you never know.

“weren’t you enjoying that? that girl, she’s all up on you so why do you run after me.”

“courtney? mina you’re being irrational, she’s just a classmate, a friend i guess. i don’t want her like that.”

“we’re friends and you never look at me like that,” she says, voice being muffled by the music playing in the house. “why don’t you smile at me like that?”

you step inside and close the door, now it’s just you and mina, alone.

“mina what are you saying? i smile at you all the time. are you pissed over a smile?”

“you’re so dense.”

“well i don’t know what the fuck is wrong if you’re not going to fucking tell me mina.” maybe that was harsh, considering the fact that she’s most definitely drunk, but you’re also irritated because she’s been tip toeing around the things that have been pissing her off. “you always tell me what’s bothering you and about your mood swings, but what’s been going on recently? you’ve been so, i don’t know—difficult to read.”

“and you’ve been so dense.” mina scoffs, looking you in the eye. “you flirt and charm all these other girls – any girl – why not me? what’s wrong with me?”

“mina there’s nothing wrong with you. and… you want me to charm you? what does that even—”

“why do you run after me when you don’t even want me like that, why don’t you love me like i love you.”

you halt, watching mina’s bottom lip twitch and brows crease as she looks at you.

“mina,” you begin, shoulders relaxing a bit. “of course i love you.”

“then why do you-“

with no warning, you lean in, capturing her lips with yours and cupping both cheeks with your hands. this is one of the dumbest decisions of the night, undeniably so. reality hits you and you’re pulling away, but mina pulls you back in.

you should stop this, you have to stop this, it can’t be right.

you don’t stop, partially because mina is wrapping her arms around you, keeping you close.

(and mainly because this is what you’ve been needing – dreaming – of for years. you’ll let your morals come back to you later, because right now this contact feels better than anything.)

her hands almost sting from how cold they are when they graze your neck, sliding up to grip your hair. you reciprocate and place your hands on her waist, the music fades out in the background, her back is pressed against the door, and you’re keeping her place as you savor what you’ve daydreamed about countless times.

using the part of your brain that isn’t overtaken by lust, you try to make sure everything is alright after remembering she’s had a drink or two – at least before you indulge again – and that she’s not sober—which is very rare for someone like mina. you pull away first and fight the urge to ruin her right here and right now.

“wait mina—” mina doesn’t give you time to speak, immediately leaping back onto you and locking lips again, whining as she tugs at your hair. she bites your lip slightly, which makes you push her against the door harder, fingers leaving marks in her skin.

there’s too much going on, too much you want to do all at once – mina wants the same.

you pull away successfully, mina doesn’t pull you back in hurriedly this time. her eyes are partially closed, lips puffy, her breath is heavy – chest heaving up and down since she hadn’t gotten the chance to properly catch her breath – and her cheeks are a rosy shade of red.

“y/n…” mina murmurs. her tone is whiny and desperate, and all it urges you to do is close the distance again.

first, you’re exchanging saliva as you slide your tongue in, sloppily making out as you shift mina over to the counter of the bathroom sink. her moans are muffled as you kiss her and it leaves you ravenous, wanting to hear it clearly. the two of you indulge in each other, just as you’ve been craving for years.

you fall to her jaw, then the soft skin of her neck, spending your time marking it up and tending to it how you’ve been wanting to. no, needing to.

mina grips your shoulder tight and her head tilts back as her lips part. it’s odd, this is what you’ve been craving, but there’s a uneasy feeling in your stomach and it’s not from anything you’ve consumed.

“shit,” you murmur, partially because mina’s tugging at your hair again, but mainly because the realization hits you: mina’s under the influence. “what am i doing.”

the spell she’s casted on you by giving you the taste of her lips finally wore off, it takes a good amount of self-restraint to pull away one last time – and this time it’s for real, you don’t dive back into her pool of temptation – though you linger a moment, lips dangerously close to the skin just above the crook of her neck.

again, you look at her: hair messy, eyes now opening, and a pout plastered on her face.

“y/n… please, keep going.” you can’t, you know better than to keep going, despite how bad you want it.

“we should get going, minari.”

“but i need you, please.” fuck. fucking shit. you want her too, more than words can tell.

“mina…” you start, bringing a hand to cup her cheek. she leans into the touch, not hesitating for a second. mina’s beautiful, you know that. she’s against the counter of the bathroom and the only thing you can really notice right is how beautiful she is despite the music from outside getting louder. it’s strange – time slows down for a moment.

your fingers push the strands of hair that messily frame her face behind her ear and she frowns harder. against a canvas of flushed cheeks and pale skin, her eyes radiate an ethereal luminescence under the glow of the bathroom light. exuding an ineffable brilliance. her eyes, wow, her eyes are pretty in the moment. they’re staring at you and captivating your senses, holding you captive as you try to fight everything telling you to go on with your desires.

“you drank lots, didn’t you?” you ask, laughing a little to shake off your nerves. two beers is the equivalent of “lots” for mina. enough to make her all hazy and cuddly. “let’s go.” you insist, “home isn’t far and i can drive. i only had a can of beer, and i have work in the afternoon.”

“why can’t you just— fuck, y/n, i just—“

“we can talk when you’re sober.”

mina mumbles something under her breath, the sound of her voice thin and vulnerable. you hold her hand and squeeze it gently before letting out a breath.

“stay close, you were stumbling earlier.” you insist, “keep my hand in yours, ‘kay?”

you don’t let mina respond and instead, you’re out the door with her hand in yours trying to find your way out of the overwhelming atmosphere. trying to get yourselves home so you can compose yourself in an environment that isn’t making your skull pulse.

momo is dancing with sana, heat radiating off the both of them as their mutual allure drags them closer and the alcohol kicks in. momo’s eyes are only on sana, that is until she catches two familiar figures struggling to pass by the crowd blocking the door.

your hand slides down and snakes around mina’s waist, keeping her ever closer as you swim through the crowd and towards the door. sana looks at momo, who’s looking in a different direction, then turns to see what’s up with whatever is going on. “whatever is going on” is something that has sana smiling cheekily, giggling and then turning back to momo.

“you see it too?” voice low yet audible as sana speaks into momo’s ear, lips brushing against the lobe. “i wonder if they had any fun. most likely, knowing how y/n is.”

“mm, maybe,” momo mumbles, distracted by the woman placing a hand on her chest. momo gulps, then faces sana fully and smirks. “maybe… they’ve never been that close, touchy yeah but…” momo shakes her head. her hand slides to the curve of her waist and pinches just barely, just enough for sana to gasp. “let’s find out tomorrow and find out way to the bathroom instead, hm?”

sana smiles, nodding eagerly before they find their way out the crowd and into the same bathroom you and mina had been in.

it takes a few at least ten curses under your breath before you reach the door, opening it and slipping past like you had done before with the entrance to the backyard – though this time, none of you are afraid of being close.

mina is following you, your hand still on her waist – holding onto her even though it’s not necessary – and leading her to the car.

another small curse slips your lips while looking for your keys, scared that you’ve lost them throughout your late night rendezvous. luckily, they’re shoved in one of your pockets, you sigh out a breath of relief as you press the small unlocked logo.

you help mina get into the passengers seat, then close the door for her and get into the drivers seat yourself. once you close your own door, you reach over mina and grab her seatbelt, invading her personal bubble with your own body. mina watches you with tired eyes, watches you grab the end and fasten her seatbelt with a click of the locks. before you lean back into your space, mina stops you, putting a hand on your shoulder.

she presses her lips to your temple – sloppily and sweetly – then leans back into her seat, closing her eyes.

you huff, then your lips curve--? turn? they display something that’s something in between a frown and smile, something that shows both at the same time, even if it sounds impossible.

the engine starts, you turn to look at mina once more, then drive.

hangovers are not for the weak, and they’re surely not for mina.

mina wakes up and it feels like she’s gotten run over countless times in the head. she groans and sinks into her matress more, hugging the pillow in her arms and then groaning once more – if the first, annoyed one wasn’t enough already.

she tries to recall everything from last night, only remembers a brief image of chaeyoung and a beer in her hand; and then everything else. everything.

it’s like being hit by a life-threatening gust of wind that’s trying to knock you over and over, it hits all at once and keeps bombarding you more and more and more. each gust is worse than the one before. it feels like being stuck in the middle of the sea while waves keep crashing and crashing and crashing against you. that’s how mina feels when the memories come piling back.

she remembers the push and pull – desperate fingers clawing at cloth or skin, lips parting so the two of you oculd catch your breaths – she remembers the sensation of it all – her shoulder blades meeting the material of the door – the chill of the material making her shiver – your tongue against her own, the teeth nipping at her skin, and shit she even remembered the smell of your perfume: amber and vanilla. she could seriously lose herself in that fragrance if it meant being that close to you again.

mina jumps when she hears three knocks, groggily rubbing her eyes before seeing someone her bedroom door. her eyes are squinty, but the figure is unmistakable. mina feels her cheeks burn again, and now she’s figuring out that they always grow warm whenever you’re around.

“hey… morning.” you greet softly, smiling. “i um, i have work soon. i just wanted to let you know there’s advil and vitamins on your bedside before i left. figured you’d need it.”

“t-thank you.” mina stutters embarrassingly. “y/n i’m sorr—”

“let’s talk about it later. just take your time, you have work later, right?”

“shit,” she mutters, closing her eyes tight and pinching the bridge of her nose. “yeah.”

“i’ll be home later, you should ask momo to take you.”

“i’ll do that, yeah.” mina answers. she watches you nod awkwardly, and then without a word; you leave.

mina calls momo later, later as in 12 o’clock pm because there’s no way momo would ever be up before then on a saturday – especially not after a party with sana around. still, momo answers tiredly, voice all stuffy and low.

“mina it’s so fucking early can we please—”

“come, now.” mina orders, “i’m tired too but i really need to talk to you and i’m saying this as in it’s urgent. you know it is if i’m begging like this. momo please come, now.”

she hears momo groan on the other end of the line, a few seconds of silence pass before momo answers: “give me ten.”

“thanks.”

momo gets to the apartment in thirty minutes and mina answers the door, making the older woman look at her shockingly. mina’s hair is disheveled with some strands loosely having a mind of their own. her eyes peer at momo tiredly, and she’s wearing an oversized tee with pajama pants to finish the “i just got out of bed and no hangover remedy could fix the headache i have” look.

“um, morning sunshine?” momo tries. mina turns and walks over to the couch, landing on it exhaustedly. momo follows over and sits down in the space next to her, watching her stare up at the ceiling.

“i think—no, yeah we definitely…” the younger woman starts, shutting her eyes. “there’s a hickey on my neck and i know it’s from last night. i remember, vaguely – but also so much at the same time.”

momo deadpans. “mina what the fuck are you saying.”

mina practically breaks her neck trying to lift it up just to glare at momo. “y/n gave me the hickey.”

“holy shit mina, that’s great! so you guys fuc-“

“no. i think we just… madeout.” mina sounds dissapointed when she says it, and she definitely is. “y/n’s being distant and i’m just—scared i ruined everything.”

the younger woman groans again, then leans back against the cushion. momo watches and moves over to sit criss-cross on the couch now, pulling mina by the wrists to sit her up. “stop moping, you kissed her. you’ve been complaining to me like, ages about her.”

“what if she regrets it?”

“i doubt it. maybe y/n is just worried that you regret it, i mean, you seemed pretty fucked last night.”

“i wish i were.” it slips out of mina’s mouth, momo tilts her head in surprise, this isn’t something mina would say, ever – at least out loud. “don’t start.” mina warns, glaring at her friend.

“i wasn’t going to.” momo assures, putting her hands up in defense. “maybe you should talk to her, she’s picking you up after work today, right?”

fuck.

“yeah.”

“perfect. good time to bond then.” momo chirps – mina deadpans, then collapses into the cushions again.

“i can count on both hands how many years we’ve known each other, i just can’t lose her.”

“you won’t. don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

mina’s worrying, and everything is not fine.

mina cannot take her mind off of you, the night before, and just you in general. it’s you you you you you running through her mind as she collects tips from the old couple in the corner of the restaurant. even as they compliment mina’s features she can’t help but think of you. it’s only you, you’re plaguing her mind even worse than how you did while she was all hot and heavy.

you tap at the wheel anxiously with your pointer and middle finger – a habit you’ve developed as soon as you had gotten your license at seventeen – as you wait for mina. the restaurant closes at 10, but mina’s leaving at seven because she can’t do closing shifts, you remember her rambles and complaints. you remember everything about her.

work had been as rough for you as it had been for mina, just the thought of her pulling you closer, bruising your lips, and just her drove you crazy. it took everything in you to function normally as people would come up to you asking where a certain book was in the library you worked at or if you could renew their copy of who fucking knows what novel.

your head shoots up when you see a familiar figure step out from the entrance to the restaurant. she pats down her clothes and adjusts the bag that hangs from her shoulders. mina looks at you through the window and you simply smile at her, fixing your posture. she smiles back and walks towards the car, then gets into the passengers seat.

you greet her like you always do: “hey.”

“hi.”

“how was work?”

“busy, but good tips.” she says, putting on her seatbelt and desperately trying to compose herself. “how was your work?”

“good, good. just the usual.”

“could be worse.”

“yeah.” she responds. there’s a short silence that sits in the air and that urges you to start driving. mina looks forward, but still, she can see you shifting the stick with your hands – the hands that were leaving mina breathless.

the car ride is silent, deathly silent.

sure, carrides back to the apartment after mina’s shifts have always been pretty nonverbal, but at least a few jokes and anecdotes were shared. the only thing shared is the silence, it makes you grip the wheel tight and has mina facing out her window.

“did you um, eat yet?”

“yeah, did you?”

“yeah… jonathan gave me half his sandwich before i clocked out.”

“good.”

“yeah.”

you reach the apartment complex after the most apprehensive car ride you’ve ever been in – which says a lot, considering the fact that you’ve been in a car driven by sana. not the best experience ever, she’s definitely a passenger princess, and should stay one.

the engine stops, you two get out the car at the same time – no words exchanged, but you’re both thinking the same thing – and then you hold out your hand so mina can give you her bag, just like always. the two of you head into the complex with you following behind mina, then up the stairs to your shared place.

the tension is cleared for a moment, mina watches you fish for the keys in your hoodie pocket, only for you to drop them on the floor and curse under your breath. mina laughs, you laugh with her and this is the first time you two have shared eye contact since last night, probably.

“you’re so clumsy, always.” mina snickers, looking at you with a gummy smile. you roll your eyes and put the key into the lock, twisting it right and responding,

“shut up.” you say in a tone of fake annoyance.

the door opens and you step inside, mina follows behind. your shoulders sink, untensing as soon as you close it again.

“i’m sorry, i made a move while you were drunk and if i hadn’t controlled myse—”

“shut up.” mina orders, using one hand to pull you close by the wrist and the other hand immediately slides to the back of your neck as she closes the distance again.

mina kisses you first this time, and now both your senses are fully there, no alcohol to fuck any of you over this time. you almost stumble backwards from how ttaken aback you are, but shortly after the contact you’re kissing her with the same force.

you drop the bag in your hand – it’ll be tomorrows problem, it’s not that big of a deal anyway – and cup her cheeks, slowly inching forward towards any surface that’ll keep you two from fucking on the floor right then and there. where’s the fun when there’s no action building up to everything?

mina’s feels the marble of the counter in the kitchen above her waist as you push her against it. her hands find the edge and grip onto it tightly as your hands start to roam down the curve of her hips. mina’s tugging at your hair and it earns a small whine from you, and then she’s swiping her tongue against your bottom lip since it’s the only way to ask you to sloppily make out with her without pulling away for too long.

it’s actually not that sloppy, it’s like your tongues know each other already, they accustom to each other almost immediately. minutes – it feels like hours – pass and you pull away to glance at her for a moment; cheeks? flushed. pupils? taking over mina’s eyes completely from how dilated they are. your lips? oh, they’re craving more of the woman trapped between your arms right now.

your lips fall to her jaw, pressing feathery kisses that leave her breath shaky. when mina thinks it can’t get any better, you take your time tending to her neck – which, is too empty for your liking – sucking, nipping, doing anything that’ll make her have to wear a scarf, your hoodie, or extra foundation the next morning.

as you mark up her skin, she blindly reaches to take off the jacket you’re wearing, and you reach for the end of her black shirt that she has on, then slide it off her figure.

you eye her up and down, lingering on her chest. “fuck, fuck i want to leave you a mess.”

“do it then.”

“gladly.” you say. mina feels a pulse in between her legs.

the two of you make it to mina’s room and leave pieces of clothing out on the way. mina grows louder with each kiss, and you grow touchier.

she pushes you through the door – you make sure to quickly turn on the lights so you can get a good view of her the whole night – and then her hand is on your chest, pushing you down on the bed. you prop yourself up with both hands, watching her take off her black pants and then making her way to your lap.

you can’t help but smirk at her, smirk at the exposed skin, the new territory, the groove down her abdomen, everything. she’s grinding on your lap and it feels like a dream, but it isn’t, not when you’re hyperaware of your hand sliding up the smooth skin of mina’s ribs, hyperaware of all the contact, the heavy breaths, the shaky ones, mina’s arms around your neck.

“my bra, take it off.” she orders. of course you’ll comply, it’s mina telling you this after all.

you slide your hands over her skin and feel her shiver against you, then you unhook her bra, sliding it off and throwing it somewhere around the room.

“fuck,” is all you can say. mina’s topless, she’s on your lap, straddling you, and you give up on trying to savor anything because all it’ll do is make you short circuit. it’s all so much to handle, far too much for you, so mina helps you out while she watches you amusingly.

“just gonna check me out? how about you use that mouth of yours again baby.”

“yeah.”

mina moans as soon as you indulge in her tits. she trembles as your hold on her tightens, as you swirl your tongue around her nipple, and as your other hand stimulates her other breast. she grinds against you, trying to ease the tension down in her soaked pussy, but it’s no use. she thinks she might cum just from you tending to her chest, and honestly she could—she might.

but you won’t let her reach her high that easily, not so quick. you need to savor everything—well as much as your overwhelmed brain can — because this is mina.

“so,” you kiss her breast once more, then pull away with a slight ‘pop’ sound. “fucking pretty.”

she throws her head back as you trail back up to hee neck, sinking your teeth until you get the faint hint of blood on your taste buds.

“i’ve been wanting to do this for years.”

mina’s breathless. “hnghh— yeah, fuck y/n, me too—“

you stand up slowly snd hold onto mina, who’s still straddling you. her legs wrap around your waist and she lets out a sharp breath as you turn over and set her down on her back. you stand in between her legs, then brush a finger over her nipple while running a hand down her stomach. her skin twitches as you trail down to her underwear, sliding two fingers under the rim of it and pulling it off.

“you’re so pretty mina, always have been.” you mumble, brushing your fingers over the sensitive area. “bet you sound even prettier when im going down on you.”

“y/n,” mina gasps, watching you lower yourself so that you face her cunt — it’s aching, it’s craving. “please.”

you kiss the inside of her thighs lovingly. “if you say so.”

mina’s hand grips at the sheets tightly as soon as your lips meet where she needs, a loud moan reverberates around the room. you work at her pussy with your mouth at first, eating her out at more relaxed pace since this is your first time with her. when mina ruts her hips and pushes your tongue further into her, you quicken the pace and add a finger in.

“oh fuck y/n, ngh— keep going, don’t stop.”

she twitches and jerks around the more you fuck her, a plethora of whiny moans of your name leaving her mouth. another finger is added in, plunging in and curling at the spot that makes mina’s hand immediately move to your head, gripping your hair tightly as she loses her voice.

“c’mon, gonna cum soon?”

“y-yeah, fuck i’m so, fuck, so close.”

you reach up for mina’s hand, accidentally meeting her wrist but then finding her fingers and intertwining them with your own. mina’s thighs close around your head slightly, making you groan into her lazily. then, mina moans loudly, so loud and it sounds like a near cry. her thighs tremble around you, and she holds your hand tightly as her chest heaves up and down.

you slow down your pace, taking your fingers out and savoring mina’s essence with your tongue. she’s sweet and warm, you’re drunk on her arousal. the repeated murmurs of your name ring throughout the room like a song you could listen to and never get tired of. her grip loosens and you pull away, climbing up the beauty of mina’s body and leaving kisses as you make your way up to her jawline.

she lazily puts her hand on your neck, then gradually pushes her fingers into your scalp as you kiss her lips. she tastes herself off you, then hums once she’s satisfied.

when you pull away she’s looking at you with hooded eyes, putting her hand on your cheek and rubbing her thumb against your warm skin.

“everything okay?” you ask, and mina just kisses you.

“i’m tired.” she mumbles against your lips after a peck, “stay and sleep here.”

“i didn’t plan on leaving.” you say, laughing lightly. “let’s clean up a little, okay?”

mina nods and kisses you again, letting herself sink into the cushion as you run your hands down the side of her body.

the morning after is so normal it’s as if you two have been fucking ever since you moved in together.

there’s some morning pillow talk that consists of you groaning into mina’s bare skin and her teasing you for being so tired. her hands massage your scalp and your lips kiss the skin that covers her ribs. her cheeks flush.

“do you have work?” she asks, voice low and tired.

“no, do you?”

“no.” she mutters, “let’s sleep in.”

“okay.” you say. you weakly lift yourself up so you can lay your head on her shoulder. “how long have you been wanting to do that?”

she turns around so you’re spooning her, then lazily moves your hand over with her own so that your arm is over her body. you pull her closer and she answers, “sophomore year.”

“highschool?”

“yeah.”

you laugh. “why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“you were too busy getting attention from other girls.” mina says annoyingly, though she scoots back so she’s closer to you. “didn’t want to waste my time waiting in line.”

“you should’ve skipped the line.” you feel for her hand and hold it, linking your fingers together. “i’ve liked you since middle school and you never noticed.”

if mina weren’t half asleep she would’ve had a bigger reaction, she’d be punching your shoulder and scolding you for being such a coward for not telling her. but what use is it when she’s already living the scene she’s been dreaming about for years. your breath is warm on her skin and she’s too content to yell at you.

mina yawns. “well it’s all figured out now, sleep.”

you kiss her shoulder and smile. “okay.”

#miinatozakiii #twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice smut #twice fluff #kpop smut #kpop imagines #myoui mina x reader #mina x reader #myoui mina #girl group smut

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ot9snumber1 · 6 months

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What about… alphas g!p misamo being so protective and whipped for omega/beta reader? Them absolutely being absolutely willing to do anything for reader even if it meant being edged or putting on a show for reader Hehehehe

anon i love you so much

cw: power bottom reader(?), edging, implied breeding kink

you weren't the most dominant person out there, quite the opposite, actually. being an omega was very convenient for your usually passive nature.

but, something about your three precious alphas makes you love taking the lead. although you aren't the one on top, watching them follow every single order you bark out is just so satisfying.

"momo, off. it's sana's turn." you say sternly. momo whimpers, pulling out of you. she was so, so close... but you said enough, so it's enough. plus, she already came twice! it was only fair that sana had her turn, especially since she was the only one out of the three that hadn't fucked you yet today.

momo joins mina at the edge of the bed, who was sitting obediently after you made her get off you because she came before you said she could. mina was still pouting, but she knew she'd have her turn again later. plus, who was she to disobey your orders?

they both watched sana eagerly get on top of you and push her entire length inside you all at once. "a-ah!" you moan, but swat her lightly. "i didn't give you permission yet."

sana frowns, "oh. i'm so sorry, i-"

you shut her up with a kiss. "it's okay. just don't do that again next time, okay?" sana nods, and starts moving in and out of you slowly. your back arches almost immediately, softly moaning her name as you grasp onto the sheets below you.

the sight makes sana even harder, somehow.

"mina, momo," you say between breathy moans as sana sunk her teeth into your neck. "you can touch yourselves, but don't cum, okay? save it for when it's your turn again."

the two nod and immediately start stroking their cocks to the sight of sana fucking you painfully slowly.

"sana, faster." the alpha immediately follows your orders and moves her hips faster, her hands grasping your waist as her length pounds into you.

your eyes roll back while you whine in pleasure, your hands moving from grasping the sheets to clawing at sana's back. there was truly nothing better than being able to control your three perfect girls.

#i love misamo. i need them so bad #asks #anon #drabble #myoui mina x reader #minatozaki sana x reader #hirai momo x reader #misamo x reader #gp!mina #gp!momo #gp!sana #twice x reader #twice smut

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vex91 · 8 months

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Twice - Toy

Pairing: Twice x Female Reader (Non Idol AU)

Fandom: Twice

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Can I request g!p twice with sub poly reader

Summary: After being kicked out of your house by your landlord, your sister asks her friends to let you stay with them at their dorm. What you didn't expected was becoming their sex toy as a payment for staying.

Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, G!P Twice, Degradation, Y/N basically sleeping with every Twice member

A/N: I hope that it came out alright and to your liking. Thanks for requesting <3

3rd's POV

"Yeah, they said that it's fine for you to stay there until you find another place for yourself, Nayeon assured me about it hundreds times already"

Your sister's words resonated throughout your head as you stood in front of the big building. The paper with an address on it in your hand as you looked between it and the building nervously, confirming that you were indeed at the right place. Your sister assured you that her friends were fine with you staying for a while so you shouldn't be so nervous right? But on the other hand you've never met them so it's okay for you to be nervous, especially since you are going to be living with them for some time.

Sighing you knocked on the door waiting for a reply, on the other side you could hear multiple different whispers and the sound of footsteps coming up. Suddenly the door swung open and to your eyes came a woman that you recognize from the picture of her and your sister. Jihyo was her name if you remembered correctly "Hi, you must be Y/N right? Come in" She smiled at you as she took a step aside to let you in. You walked in with your luggage as you looked around the living room.

In front of you stood eight other women, all of them just as gorgeous as the one who let you in. You smiled awkwardly at them, feeling even more nervous because of all these eyes on you. You weren't expecting to be living with nine other people, you thought it's going to be three or four maybe. As if sensing your nerves, Jihyo stepped in "Okay guys come on, you'll only make her nervous with all this staring. Now my name is Jihyo, and this is Nayeon, Jeongyeon, Momo, Sana, Mina, Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu" Jihyo introduced each of the girls before looking back at you "You're the same age as our Tzuyu right? Then you will be sharing a room with her" Tzuyu came up to you to help you carry your stuff to her room.

"Such a shame, I would love to share a room with her" Jeongyeon slapped Sana's shoulder after she said that as you only blushed. Her eyes only made the comment even more suggestive. You quickly followed Tzuyu upstairs, still feeling their eyes following your every move. You tried brushing it off since you were someone they didn't knew yet but still, something in their eyes told you that they were up to some no good. Still they were your sister's friends so you had to trust her that she wouldn't put you in the house full of psychos.

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"Ah fuck-" You cursed as Sana's cock pumped in and out of you. You gripped the table as she pushed you more and more into it with her every thrust. You weren't sure how you found yourself in this situation, a few minutes ago you were making a food for yourself when Sana came in and now you were pressed against the table with Sana's cock filling you up from behind you. You knew that you shouldn't do it with a girl you knew only 2 weeks but it felt too good and you didn't wanted her to stop.

"Does it turn you on? The thought of anyone coming in and seeing you being a whore for my cock?" She punctuated each word with deep thrusts causing you to come with a scream that was muffled by her hand. She continuing pumping in and out of you until she came deep inside you. Just then Dahyun came to the kitchen, seeing you two in such a position caused her own dick to harden. You gulped nervously while Sana only smirked "Oh such a good timing, want to join?" Honestly Dahyun didn't had to be told twice, her pants were already on the floor when Sana finished her question.

Sana pulled out of you and switched places with Dahyun who spitted on her cock to lubricate it before pushing it in you. You were still sensitive from Sana's one so you whined at the feeling. Still your hips pushed themselves more into her with every thrust. As Dahyun continued fucking you, you looked to the side to see Sana jerking herself off while watching you two. The smirk still on her face when she looked at how fucked out and desperate you were. She walked back to you and put her dick near your lips "Come on, I know you want it" She pushed her whole length in your mouth, grunting at how warm your mouth was.

They continue fucking you like this, Dahyun thrusting in your pussy and Sana in your mouth until they filled you full of their cum. They looked at the work they did with smiles before they left you there, all fucked out and tired.

Of course Sana couldn't keep her mouth shut for long and the news about what happened between you, her and Dahyun reached Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung and Mina. Of course they got curious about it because who wouldn't, especially when they were very interested in you already. That's why they decided that they wanted to have some fun with you too so they called you over to Jeongyeon's room. You went there because you thought that they wanted to talk about something but instead you found yourself gagging on Jeongyeon's cock while Mina and Chaeyoung fucked your holes.

Mina was busy with your pussy while Chaeyoung pumped in and out of your ass, both weren't too keen on going slow making you lose your mind especially since at the same time Jeongyeon was using your mouth as a living fleshlight made just to get herself off. They continued fucking you like this until they came but even then they just switched positions before resuming what they've started, not caring if you were tired or not and for some weird reason you liked the roughness of it all.

It's safe to say that you've spend a good few hours in that room with them before you walked out on wobbling legs.

Momo managed to get you along with Tzuyu in the bathroom. You were taking a shower when Momo suddenly barged in, not knowing that you were in there "Oh god, I'm sorry I didn't knew you were here" She tried to apologize and look away but you could see from how hard she got that she didn't wanted to look away "It's fine but you can come in if you want to" Honestly you would be lying if you said that you didn't wanted Momo to took you right there and then so how could you just let her leave after getting her hard?

To help her, you let her fuck you however she wanted so she decided to fuck you hard against the wall. Her dick thrusted deep inside you as she held you up and against the wall. Truthfully the fact that she showed how strong she was only made you more turned on for her. She continued pumping in and out of you and soon the door opened and Tzuyu walked in, freezing when she saw what was happening. Momo being too busy fucking you, didn't noticed her until she finally came in you.

When she finally noticed the youngest of them standing there, she smiled "Come here Tzuyu" Doing as she was told Tzuyu walked over slowly. Momo put you down and went behind you, letting Tzuyu take the front. Tzuyu looked at you for an approval and after getting it, she pushed herself into you, moaning at the feeling of your walls clenching around her. Just as she was slowly fucking you, Momo entered your ass from behind and held you up a little to give herself and Tzuyu better angle to thrust.

And just like before they continued fucking you until they tired you out but instead of leaving you, they helped you get cleaned up before helping you to bed.

Of course after hearing about all of this Nayeon couldn't just let herself be the one who hasn't fucked you yet so she called you over to her room. After talking with you for a bit she started getting very touchy with you before she straightforwardly said that she wanted to fuck you, so she did. She pushed you into the bed as she fucked you against it, your moans muffled by the bed and back all covered in marks made by her.

"You like it huh? You like being our little sex toy? Honestly if you continue paying us like this then you can stay here forever, you would like that huh?" You could only wordlessly nod, the feeling of her cock hitting all the right spots deep inside you made you unable to make any coherent sentence. Your wall clenched around her as you reached your climax and came right along with her. Her warm cum filled you to the brim as you moaned at the feeling.

Before you could say anything Nayeon started moving her hips again, planning to breed you multiple times.

Lastly Jihyo, your sister best friend. Of course she also wasn't able to resist you and had to have you to herself alone in her room. She had you pinned against her bed as her cock moved inside you slowly, she made sure to savor the moment before she went crazy "Your sister would kill me if she found out about this" Her hips started moving faster at the thought of your sister finding out about her friends constantly fucking her precious little sister. Jihyo knew that she won't be happy but your pussy just felt too good.

"She told me to take good care of you so that's what I'm doing right?" She thrusted inside you faster and faster as you nodded at her words "F-Fuck yesss, sooo good fuc-" You managed to get out and Jihyo smiled. She sucked on your boobs as her moves started becoming more and more unsteady and soon she was cumming inside you. Still her hips couldn't stop moving and she continued this whole thing not caring if your sister was going to find out or not.

It was your decision to let yourself be their toy and you were okay with letting them use you like this since they let you live with them. Plus you liked the feeling of being used like this by them.

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ze-ppe-li · 25 days

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G!P Nayeon would call you every time she's at dance practice, without anyone looking at her, she'd jerk herself off while telling you on the phone how much she wants you. Has anyone see her? Screw them, you are definitely more important, and she is more than excited to come home to fuck you.

G!P Jeongyeon would deny your orgasms if you have not behaved well in public, your hole would already be completely lubricated, begging for her cock to fill it, and after a lot of teasing, just when you're about to cum, she pulls out, adoring the way you whine so that she lets you come.

G!P Momo is the definition of "sub in the streets, dom in the sheets", the way your ass rocked against her thigh made her let one or another whimper out of her mouth, but when you arrived at her apartment, oh god, at that moment she took off her skirt, revealing her very marked erection through her panties, obvious sign that in the next moment your pretty mouth would be brutally fucked.

It was adorable the way G!P Sana begged you to ride her, her high-pitched moans, flustered cock rubbing against your soft pussy not letting it slip inside. Your girlfriend could be very cute sometimes, but other times she could become a total vixen.

If you don't know how to deepthroat, G!P Jihyo will train you, she was definitely more than amused by the sight of you on your knees, your soft fingertips passing through her balls, and her hand in your hair. Once you are ready, she won't stop sliding her cock in and out of your throat until your mouth kisses her pelvis, and your chin is pressed against her heavy balls.

While G!P Mina was playing videogames, you were under her gaming desk, with her cock in your mouth. Your girlfriend hardly spoke to you much, so you had to somehow make her talk to you at least once. And what better way to achieve that was to suck her dry until she tells you "it's too much"? That was one possibility, the other was that she would get up from her chair and fuck you right there.

At this moment G!P Dahyun's cock was in your hand, while your tongue was lapping at her pretty pink asshole. Your tongue ran up and down her rosebud, teasing her quivering entrance with the tip. As you rimmed her, your hand didn't stop jerking her off, all this causing her to let out a cute moan and spurt hot ropes of cum that fell into your hand and part of your hair.

At a dinner that you had with some friends, and G!P Chaeyoung couldn't stop quivering, since at that moment a cock ring surrounded her tip, pre-cum leaking from it. It was a bet you both made, and she had to decide between this or kissing Mina in the lips. Either way, she was lucky that no one was paying attention to her, because her constant hip wiggles and her barely-audible moans could expose her at any moment.

G!P Tzuyu was obsessed with the way your ass cheeks bumped against her pelvis, cock deep inside your rectum. Normally she used to let you ride her and take you in your pussy, but it wouldn't hurt to vary a little. Her beautiful breasts were pressed against your back, balls against your cunt and nylon-covered legs on the sides of yours. Occasionally one of her hands would move down towards your crotch, inserting a finger inside your pussy.

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soulkeeper801 · 5 months

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Morning snuggles - Mina

Mina x f!reader

Fluff, Suggestive

Words: 0.6k

Mina won't let you go.

As you hurriedly prepared to leave for work, Mina's imploring voice stopped you in your tracks. "Wait, don't go," she whispered, her arms encircling your waist, pulling you back into the warmth of her embrace. A gentle smile played on your lips as you felt her snuggle against your neck.

The room was dimly lit, and in that soft glow, Mina's own smile mirrored the contentment you brought her. "It's so cold when you're not here," she confessed, finding her perfect spot nestled in the crook of your neck.

You turned to face her, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. The sweet exchange deepened as Mina's fingers threaded through your hair. "I'll be late for work," you murmured, but the warmth in your eyes betrayed the reluctance to part.

Mina responded with a playful pout, tracing circles on your back. "Who said you have to go?" she teased, her lips meeting yours once again, as her hands made their way inside of your shirt. Her fingertips teasing your skin.

The outside world faded as the room filled with the sweet taste of shared affection.

"I wish I could stay like this forever," Mina confessed between kisses, her eyes filled with sincerity and longing. You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "As much as I'd love that, duty calls." Another lingering kiss sealed your words, a promise of your return.

She cupped your face and, ignoring your words, brought your lips to hers in a hungry kiss. A kiss that for a couple of seconds made you second guess if you were really needed in the office that day.

Time seemed to lose its meaning in the warmth of your connection. "You're my favorite distraction," Mina admitted, her eyes sparkling with affection. You smiled, pressing a trail of soft kisses along her jawline. "You're mine," you whispered, savoring the taste of love on your lips. As you made contact with her sweet spot on her pulse line, Mina threw her head to the side, letting a soft moan escape her lips. “More,” she whispered and it fueled you to keep with your ministrations. Your teeth nibbled her skin and your kisses started to go down to the exposed skin of her chest, your left hand teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her pajamas.

“Now you can’t go,” she said, her eyes filled with desire as she unbuttoned her top. Your once steady breath was now wavy due to the sight of her hardened nipples and her skin adorned with little goosebumps.

Out of sheer habit, your mouth engulfed one of her buds and your tongue flicked against it, eliciting another moan from her. “Y/N…” she trailed her words, “please…”

The outside world seemed to grow distant as the two of you created your own little haven. Work commitments faded into the background as you allowed yourself to be present in her affection. Mina's soft moans and the rhythmic beating of your hearts created a sanctuary you both wished to prolong.

With a last glance at the clock, you made a mental note to come up with a good excuse later, before diving into her, as her fingers gripped your hair to bring you closer.

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b1mbodoll · 8 months

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(take ur time if ur feelin unmotivated btw! ^^)

could i request for somethin with like.. hentai addict mina..? i feel like she'd be obsessed with tyin you up n usin her mouth (and toys!) on u for hours on end ..

pairings: myoui mina x f! reader

warnings: g!p + oral + objectification + creampies + omorashi + sadism + hentai-esque sex + degradation + oral + bondage + dacryphilia

💌: sorry im high and couldnt stop myself from making this dark 😵‍💫

hentai addict! mina is an absolute pervert. a bit of a sadist too. when she fucks you it’s like she’s not even considerinf your pleasure at all, just uses you however she wants and if you cum bc of it, whatever it doesnt really matter to her. she ties you up with silk like they do in the hentai she watches and forces her cock inside you with no prep, moaning when you cry and squeal, doing your best to pull away from her. “don’t bother runnin’ from it, bitch,” she spits, “just fucking take it, it’s all your good for.” her thick cock starts to hit all the right spots and it makes you moan involuntarily, breath hitching when you realize that she’s actually making you feel good without even trying.

mina slaps your face and twists your nipples hard because that’s what happens in hentai. she slips a thumb in your ass and uses it to pull you back and forth on her length because, surprise surprise, that happens in hentai. she calls you all sorts of degrading terms, from whore to slut to a fucking onahole of all things because that’s truly what she sees you as: a toy made specifically for her pleasure.

she loves fucking you for hours, spends them manipulating your body into new positions and pressing down on your bladder when you complain about having to pee. licks your tears off your cheeks like a sicko when you cry from humiliation.

afterwards she doesnt even help you clean up, but she does fuck your mouth, forcing you to swallow the mess of cum n clean her length before leaving.

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twiceinadream · 4 months

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“Santa baby.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Fem! S/O finds a slutty Santa outfit and surprises Mina with it.

a/u: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! I apologize for being gone for so long, life has been really busy and to be honest I have had the worst writer’s block for months. I really struggled to finish this one but I wanted to push through and deliver my annual Mina Christmas post. I hope y’all enjoy! Thank you so much for all the love and support.

Word Count: 1.7k

Category: NSFW and Fluff

The soft glow of the Christmas lights you and Mina had set up around the apartment left it feeling even more homey than usual and the slightly too tall tree you and Mina had bought on a whim was set up in the corner of the living room. Filled with ornaments the two of you had collected from various trips and from all the different countries Mina had visited while on tour. A plethora of presents decorated the bottom of the tree and soft music played from the surround system as your girlfriend sat blindfolded on the couch.

Ever the patient woman, Myoui Mina sat perfectly still where you had left her a little over five minutes ago, promising her an early Christmas surprise. You had to shake off your nerves as you emerged from your guy’s bedroom, dressed in a very skimpy Santa outfit you had seen while Christmas shopping earlier that month and bought it on a whim with the intent of surprising your girlfriend with it for Christmas.

So you finally worked up the nerve to finally put it on and show her. It was a particularly short red dress, with faux white fur on the border, a small black belt and buckle around your midsection, and a little bow nestled between your breasts. As a finishing touch you added a Santa hat that now sat atop your head, “Okay, you can take your blindfold off baby.”

Mina hesitated for a second before reaching up and removing the eye mask you had forced her to wear. She blinked for a second as her eyes readjusted to the low light before her jaw fell slightly ajar and her pupils dilated, “Wow.”

The statement was simple but the appreciation in the Japanese woman’s eyes was unmistakable as you felt your body flush with heat, “What do you think, baby?”

Mina smirked as she beckoned you forward, her hand finding its way up your thigh, “I’d say you just put yourself on the naughty list, Y/N-Chan. The very very naughty list.”

You gulped as your girlfriend gave you “the look”. As you lowered yourself to your knees between her parted thighs, “What are you going to do to me, mistress?”

“Let’s see.” Mina hummed as she looked up in thought, “Oh I know, why don’t you get on my lap and tell me. Tell me what you wish for Santa baby.”

You rose slowly from the floor as you positioned yourself over one of Mina’s thighs, straddling it but not lowering yourself. You knew better than to do anything without her permission, “May I sit, mistress?”

“Yes.” You bit your lip as you held back a small gasp as a delicious pressure greeted your clit as you settled atop your girlfriend’s knee. Mina hummed in approval, “So, tell me Y/N-Chan, what do you wish for this Christmas? Oh, and move.”

You let out a breath as you began to grind, “I wish for…” Mina raised her thigh so it pressed harder into your cunt making you stop to regain your focus as you felt your wetness seeping into the flimsy thong you had worn beneath the dress, “for whatever pl…pleases you, mi..mistress.”

The Japanese woman stayed silent for a few moments more as you continued to grind, her thigh becoming slicker as your breaths grew labored. “Good answer, keep going.”

You nodded more focused on your pleasure than your mistress’s words as you felt your peak drawing nearer. But Mina did not appreciate your lack of response, “You’re being naughty, stop.” But you weren’t listening as you continued grinding, moans slipping past your lips as you were a hair away from cumming.

However, you never reached the blissful end you were expecting as Mina took hold of your hips and pushed you off her thigh. Causing you to stumble back onto the floor as a very unsatisfying orgasm ripped through you, your inner walls clenched around nothing as the ruined orgasm finally passed. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked up to meet the disappointed gaze of your mistress.

Mina tsked as she stood up from her spot on the couch, “And here I thought you were a good girl this year, Y/N-ah. But I guess not. Do you know what happens to naughty girls, baby?”

You felt a small tremble of pleasure and fear race up your spine as you nodded slowly, “Th..they get pu…punished.”

That brought a smile to your girlfriend’s face, “Correct. So,” her voice turned dark, “bedroom. Now.”

You were quick to do as you were told not wanting to upset her further as you scrambled to make it to your guy’s shared bedroom. You knew better than to upset Mina further as you took your place on your knees at the foot of the bed.

“Look who wants to be a good girl, now.” The Japanese woman’s voice was condescending as you felt small under her domineering gaze, “Come.” Mina sat at the edge of the bed, her legs once again spread as you finally realized the outline of your favorite strap-on under her trouser seams. You crawled forward as you waited for her next instructions, “I don’t have all night, get to it.”

You immediately sat up on your knees as your fingers worked as nimbly as they could to unbutton and unzip your girlfriends slacks, finding that she forwent any panties as the strap all but sprung up and nearly hit you in the face. The toy had never looked more intimidating as it did in this moment as you looked up for permission, “Suck.”

Mina’s words were simple but they had the desired effect as you ran your tongue up the length of the strap, coating it in a thin sheen of saliva as you licked up to the head of the shaft. Even though you knew your girlfriend couldn’t fully feel the true effects of your tongue, but you would be damned if you didn’t give her a good show. And by the way Mina was slowly bucking up into your mouth it was having the desired effect.

You continued teasing the head of the toy before you felt a firm pressure at the back of your head as your mistress began forcing more of the strap into your throat as you had to prevent yourself from pulling away as you relaxed. When Mina believed that you got the message she stopped urging you forward letting you catch your breath as you took in more of the toy till you physically couldn’t anymore before pulling back to the head. You took a second to breath before going back down but this time you wrapped your fist around the base of the toy and began stroking up to meet your lips, causing the toy to rub against your girlfriend’s clit and g-spot as the insertable part was jostled by your movements as well.

Mina moaned as her hips rose to meet your mouth, inadvertently forcing more of her cock into your throat as she chased her peak. Drool spilled from the corner of your lips and pooled into your palm, slicking your hand’s movements as your girlfriend drew closer to her orgasm. Your girlfriend’s breathing became ragged and her pace was beginning to falter, a signal that had been ingrained into your brain that she was close. But before you could send her hurtling into the pleasure filled abyss, for the second time that night she pulled you away.

The feeling of the toy slipping out of your mouth startled you slightly but you didn’t get a chance to question it as Mina reversed your positions and stood from the bed. Pulling you up then bending you over the side as she flipped up your skirt and pulled your ruined thong to the side. The insides of your thighs were covered in your wetness, you moaned as you felt Mina run the strap through your folds, slicking the head even further before she positioned the toy at your entrance. “Color?”

You didn’t even need to think, “Green!”

Without wasting another second your girlfriend pushed in, your inner walls gladly parting for your mistress’s cock as you moaned aloud. You felt unbelievably full as she bottomed out inside of you, Mina held still for a few moments to allow you to adjust to the stretch for pulling out till only the head of the strap remained inside before thrusting back inside.

The ruined orgasm you had experienced earlier in the evening came back with a vengeance as the knot in your stomach was wound so tight that you swore it could snap at any second. Your body was flushed with pleasure as your moans grew louder as you began rocking back to meet Mina’s thrusts, “F..fuck I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!”

This time your girlfriend didn’t stop you, “Cum for me Y/N-ah!”

You didn’t hold anything back as you felt the knot inside you snap, you bit the comforter to prevent yourself from screaming as Mina continued fucking you through your orgasm. But your fingers began digging into the bed when you realized she wasn’t stopping. “Mi…Mina!?”

“One more baby, give me one more.”

Her voice was calm as her brows were creased in concentration as her hips somehow sped up and began thrusting into your harder as she too chased her orgasm. Tears stung your eyes as your body began to overload with pleasure as you felt an even bigger orgasm building up inside of you. The sound of your bodies meeting filled the room where your moans didn’t as you began falling over the edge again.

A scream ripped itself from your chest as Mina thrusted into you for a final time as she came, but your brain was a mess as your inner walls gripped along your mistress’s silicone shaft attempting to milk it for all it was worth as you squirted slightly onto the floor. Your legs shook so bad that if Mina had not been holding you up you would have collapsed onto the ground. You barely realized how sleepy you were becoming as Mina slowly pulled out and began helping you into bed.

She quickly busied herself with cleaning and undressing you before undressing herself and slipping into bed beside you. You immediately curled into her arms as Mina placed a gentle kiss on your temple.

“You truly are the best Christmas gift I could have ever asked for.”

You smiled as you felt sleep begin to take you, “You too, Minari. Love you.”

Mina didn’t even get a chance to respond before you were asleep in her arms, a soft smile gracing her lips as she held you closer, “I love you too, Y/N-Chan. Merry Christmas.”

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luvmyoui · 7 months

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nine

previous masterlist next

gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, smut, degrading??

word count: 1,981

a/n: i js read the most heart wrenching minayeon fic and now im debating weather or not i should turn mina into the biggest green flag known to man

It was as if the world had stopped spinning, the moment you looked to your left you saw that familiar face. that face that you saw in your daughter everyday, yet the face that caught you so off guard. you weren't ready for this, not yet. you had done so much, healed the cuts she had left into scars but in this very moment you felt them all reopen. you wanted to jump on her and hug her, tell her how much you missed her, how much you were sorry and wanted to be a family again. but your resentment towards her over shadowed your longing.

the rest of mina’s group had sat down at the table they were assigned to but mina remained with her feet planted on the floor staring into your eyes. as if caught in a trance, only to be broken away when momo tugged on mina’s dress and camila quite literally smacked you. mina looked away first, sitting down in the seat next to momo as you rubbed over your thigh camila had smacked.

“what the fuck?!” camila whisper yelled, catching your whole group's attention.

“what? what?” dinah and lauren said at the same time as they all leaned in.

“y/n’s fucking baby daddy’s here!” camila exclaimed in a whisper.

“what the fuck, where?!” all four of your members exclaimed at the same time.

“look to your fucking left, her whole group is here!” camila responded with.

all four of the girls turned to look at the table next to theirs only to see a couple of the girls at that table looking back at them. mina however, had her eyes fixed on the stage ahead, not sparing a glance at the five girls who were burning holes into the side of her head.

“okay but like she looks so innocent and pure, hard to think that she put you through all that.” normani commented to which she earned a pinch on the arm from dinah,

“shut the fuck up?” dinah said glaring at normani now, while ally simply sighed.

“it’s fine, sometimes it’s hard for me to believe it too. y’all should've seen her when we first started dating, completely different people.”

you poured the sparkling apple cider into the champagne glass that was at the table. you couldn't help but feel frustrated at the fact that actual alcohol wasn't being served at your table due to your members and you being underage. It was only a few more months ‘till you could legally drink, but your group was never served alcohol due to some of the members not being of age to drink. all you could do was drink the apple cider, the sweet taste bringing your mood up a bit.

a harsh tug on your arm caused you to instinctively let out a yelp, but it was muffled when a hand pressed itself over your mouth. the unfamiliarly soft hands stayed on you and you struggled against them as you were dragged into what you recognized as the restroom. you were full on panicking by now, your mind flooded with thoughts of being kidnapped. you were kicking at the person behind you, struggling to break free of their grip. you were released upon arrival at the restroom, the hand letting go of your arm to lock the bathroom door.

“what the f-” your words died down, upon seeing the face of your captor. “what the fuck.” you softly whispered out this time, your eyes wide and unblinking.

you weren't given an explanation, a reason as to why you were dragged to this bathroom. instead, you were slammed into the bathroom wall, mina’s lips following closely after. the breath was knocked from your lungs, not responding to the kiss, due to the shock you were still in. mina’s hands trailed up your body and instinctively went to grope your breasts over your form fitting silver dress. a small moan left your mouth at the action, mina taking the chance to shove her tongue into your mouth.

she kissed you harshly while squeezing your breasts from over your dress. you knew you shouldn't be doing this, not here, and especially not with myoui mina of all people. you hadn't, couldn't forget any of what she had done to you. she left you heart broken and a mother, she left you to have fun and live her life while you were stuck looking after her child. you refused to forget any of what she did, she didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve you.

you had told yourself repeatedly that you were over her, that you wouldn't ever forgive her unless she groveld and begged for your forgiveness. here she was, not groveling nor begging, yet you were still giving yourself up to her. you felt pathetic honestly. the way you found yourself getting lost in her kisses, it was pathetic how you didn't even try to deny her. you found yourself begging, instead of her, maybe it was all those years of pent up sexual frustration. having a 4 year old daughter didn't exactly allow you to have sexual relations, seeing as all your free time was spent with her. that was what you told yourself, it was because of how long it had been. definitely not the fact that mina alone made you feel these feelings.

“p-please” you let out in a breathy moan, mina's hands never going directly to the place you needed, simply lingering around.

“what do you want, baby?” mina breathed out into your ear, her hand giving a slight squeeze to your inner thigh. it was the first time you heard her speak in the 3 years she had been gone. you could feel a gush of wetness at her raspy, breathy voice. Instead of a response you heard yourself let out a moan and your face flushed incredibly dark in embarrassment.

mina let out a chuckle, knowing of the effect she had on you. “words, darling.” she said in probably the hottest voice you’d ever heard. you squeezed your eyes shut, you couldn't handle all this, it was too much.

“p-please fuck me, please mina i-i need you.” you whimpered out, eyes shut tight in embarrassment at the fact that you were giving in so easily. maybe if you were in the right mind you’d walk out, but arousal clouded your thinking and overtook you.

not giving a verbal response, but instead she pushed your panties to the side and shoved two fingers into your tight cunt. “fuck baby, y’ feel so good around my fingers, i know you’d feel even better ‘round my cock.”

you let out a scream at the intrusion, the foreign and sudden intrusion bringing you pain. “w-wait, please.” you said breathlessly, wanting to get used to the feeling before she started fucking you. what surprised you was that she actually waited for you to adjust around her, you said it sure, but you didn't expect her to actually comply. the old mina did everything for her own pleasure, not caring if it hurt at first because eventually it’d feel good.

what surprised you even more was the gentle stroking you felt at the back of your neck, was she comforting you?? even the thought that she’d do this was crazy to you, this was not the mina you knew. the only time she’d ever been this kind during sex was when she took your virginity, other than that never. the new and better changes in her brought warmth to your heart, maybe she really had changed.

“y-you can move now.” you said a little shakily. the immediate rough pace wasn't something that was surprising for you, she always liked it rough. the moans that left your mouth were proof if anything that you also enjoyed it this way.

you reached a hand down when you felt mina humping your leg, instead, pulling her dress up and pulling her cock out of the compression shorts. mina stopped for a second to let out a sigh of relief, as much as she liked dresses, she hated the compression shorts she had to wear along with them. you started to slowly stroke her length as she fucked you with her fingers.

“s-stop.” mina said, pulling her fingers out of you and taking your hand off of her. she then took her hard cock into her own hands and lined it up with your dripping hole. she started off pushing it in slow, but she just couldn't take it anymore and rammed herself in.

you didn't tell her to slow down or wait this time, letting her have her fun with it, and fun she had. her head went to your neck, sucking and licking, while her hips rammed into you. “d-don't leave m-marks!” you ended it in a yelp when you felt her bite your neck. not caring for what you had said, mina continued sucking with the intent to leave a mark. “why? scared your girlfriend will see?” mina said condescendingly as her hand wrapped itself around your throat.

“i-it’s not l-like that..” you stuttered out, her hand squeezing your neck making it hard to speak.

“oh yeah? what’s it like then? because to me it just sounds like you're slutting yourself out again.” mina said, her thrusts getting rougher and her hand around your throat tightening.

“I bet she cant fuck you like i do, that her fingers are nothing compared to my dick. actually i know i fuck you better, that’s why youre clenching your tight fucking pussy around my dick and moaning my name instead of hers. i’ll always be better, no one can fuck you as good as i do.”

you could only moan at her mean words, you couldn't even deny it. no one would ever fuck you as good as her. “f-fuck mina i think im g-gonna-” you cut yourself off with a moan, not caring to finish your sentence as you knew she’d understand it either way.

“cum, show me how good I make you feel.”

you clenched harder around her and before you could say anything further you let out an ear piercing scream and came around her. she kept up her same rough pace even after your orgasm had faded, pleasure slowly turning into pain. you tried to push at her chest, telling her to give you a minute, but mina didn't care. the only thing she cared for was her own release and she was going to make sure she got it.

mina’s hand went down to your clit when she felt herself near, “c’mon baby, i know you can give me another one.” the tight circles she drew around your clit, increasing the pleasure you were feeling, until you remembered. “f-fuck mina p-pull out, im not on the pill. p-please pull out.” you stuttered out in between moans.

you were too late though, mina was lost in pleasure and with one final thrust she came, flooding your insides with sticky white fluid. the warm feeling of her cum inside you sending you over the edge right after her.

you two stood there for a couple minutes, tangled in eachothers arms while gathering your bearings. you shot away the minute you realized what had just transpired, and the fact that mina came inside. “fuck.” you breathed out under your breath, still against the wall, but now with your hands covering your face.

you removed your hands when you felt a slight burn and a rip, mina had ripped your fucking panties off. she pulled out of you and tucked her now soft cock back into her compression shorts. “I want to meet my daughter, my number’s still the same.” mina said sweetly, leaving a soft kiss on your lips and then exiting the bathroom, your panties tucked into her jacket pocket.

what the fuck just happend.

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melpomene-writes · 9 months

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beside the green, green grass

myoui mina x fem!reader // angst, fluff, smut (minors dni)

“mina?” you kick your shoes off, hopping as you toe catches in the loop of one of the laces. “mina?”

mina pokes her head out of the kitchen, holding a spatula. “what?”

“food?”

mina looks down at the spatula. “no, accessory.”

you roll your eyes. you go into the kitchen, sniffing in the hopes of something delicious. instead, you’re greeted with the dishwasher open, half the plates and utensils put away. “oh,” you say, deflating. “no food.”

mina’s phone chimes. the intercom buzzes. “thai,” she says, poking at your shoulder. “go get it.”

“you get it,” you protest. “it’s your apartment.”

mina’s eyes get kind of big. she blinks, slightly pigeon toed. her stomach grumbles, her palm pressed longingly against it. you almost trip over yourself getting to the front door.

you make mina a plate and bustle her over to the table, tugging out a chair and nudging mina into it. you set the plate down and poke mina in the cheek with a chopstick. “eat.”

mina’s innocent look melts into a smile. her eyelashes bat. “you’re so good to me.”

you bend and kiss her temple. “vixen.”

///

when your phone buzzes, you sigh. you click your laptop shut and stand, stretching your fingers to the ceiling until something in your lower back cracks with a satisfying pop of pressure. you look back at the couch beside where you were just sitting. “i know you heard the alarm.”

the mina lump, her hair spilling out over the blanket but no other features visible, doesn’t so much as twitch. you wait.

after a minute, your phone starts buzzing again, chiming as the snooze wears off and the alarm activates again. you hold it to mina’s ear, just outside the burrito of two throw blankets and one of your own oversized t-shirts mina keeps insisting is hers, even though it bears the name of your high school across the chest.

the mina lump stirs. it growls.

“time to wake up,” you sing-song. “wake up to bake up. except the bake up is brunch at my mother’s house instead of weed.”

mina growls again.

you prod her with the phone. “cmon,” you coax. “we can shower together.”

mina’s eyes peek out, suspicious. she makes a questioning noise.

“yup,” you respond, lighting up your phone’s screen to show the time. “just enough time if you get up now.”

mina’s face goes calculating. you realize your mistake just as mina starts to wiggle back into the blankets, hunkering down for a siege. “no, you cannot sleep longer if we skip the shower—” you grab the edge of the blanket. “you are so grouchy when you don’t wash your hair first, mina—!”

mina flings the blanket away, dramatic. she rises to her feet, regal in your t-shirt and one fuzzy sock scrunched halfway down her foot. she gives you one last glower before sweeping away to the bathroom. less than a minute later, her outraged noise at you not joining her floats out, making you smile.

“coming,” you call, picking the blanket off the floor and tossing it onto the sofa. “don’t get started without me!”

///

once in the shower, the water turned up hot and the room pleasantly steamy without becoming suffocating, your hair dampened and you crowding her under the spray, mina loses her stormcloud face, sighing and nosing at your shoulder, shivering in a pleased way to have your hands on her skin.

you kiss the tip of her nose, licking a rivulet of water running down her cheek. “turn around, i’ll do your back.”

mina cuddles a little closer into your chest, stubborn. you roll your eyes, tucking your chin on mina’s shoulder and going up slightly on your tiptoes to wash mina’s back while holding her at the same time. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

///

mina passive aggressively glowers at you the entire ride over, huddled up in the passenger seat against the door and the window, casting big eyed, sarah mclaughlin-at-the-pound level looks at you from under her hair, dried out frizzy and still faintly damp.

“i told you there wasn’t enough time to blow-dry,” you remind her. “maybe if you hadn’t spent two minutes wrestling with me on the couch and another five refusing to get out of the shower, we—”

mina rolls down her window, reaches into the car’s cup holder, between the seats, and throws your last stick of spearmint out of the car. she rolls the window back up.

you fix your eyes on the road, jaw flexing. “that was rude.”

///

mina sighs when the two of you are outside your mother’s front door. she slides her hand into yours and gives it a little squeeze, apologetic.

“oh?” you ask. “are you awake now?”

mina makes her face go all soft and sad and i didn’t mean it, y/n. “i’ll buy you more gum.”

you bring your linked hands to your mouth and kiss the inside of mina’s wrist, then each of her knuckles. “three packs.”

a reluctant smile tugs at mina’s mouth. “five, even.”

“stop it,” you tease, “we don’t have time for a quickie—”

your mother opens the door. she arches an eyebrow.

“—uiche,” you correct poorly. “we didn’t have time to make that quiche we wanted to bring for brunch.”

“a shame,” your mother replies dryly. “please, come in. there’s no quiche, however.”

“we’ll manage,” mina interjects smoothly, as the two of you cross the threshold. “thank you for your invitation.”

“thank you for accepting it,” your mother replies, following you both through the house towards the back patio. “i assume it is you i have to thank for y/n’s agreement?”

“hardly,” mina flat out lies, pulling out your chair for you before settling into her own. “y/n was absolutely insistent we make it here on time this morning.”

you start to roll your eyes—you see the tiny flush of hope on your mother’s face and curb the impulse. “you know how seriously i take punctuality.”

your mother doesn’t curb her own impulse to roll her eyes. “hm.” she uncovers the dishes already laid out and waiting on the table. nothing fancy, but: pancakes, still warm (banana chocolate chip, your father’s favorite, and blueberry, for mina), cut up fruit, bacon laid out on a nice plate but clearly from the prepackaged drop in the microwave and press the button end of the supermarket aisle. scones from the bakery down the street.

“looks good,” you offer. it’s hard to snipe at your mother over the breakfast your father used to make you both on special sundays. for a long time, the ache of missing him was all the two of you had in common.

mina spoons fruit onto her own plate, then yours, automatically picking the pineapple out of your portion. you toss her a grateful look.

the three of you make polite conversation, what’s going on at work, how momo’s biker bar (restaurant, is what your mother delicately refers to it as, while you fight very hard not to snort and mina surreptitiously smacks your hands away from texting momo under the table about it) is doing, if you got your oil changed.

“so,” your mother says, after the niceties are out of the way. “when are you two moving in together?”

you choke on a grape, setting off a series of wracking coughs, your eyes gone teary. you glower as best you can between pressing your hand to your breastbone and the ache in your throat as you force the grape down. mina rubs your back, concerned, then urges you to drink juice. “mom!” you say, as soon as you’re able. “what the fuck!”

“y/n,” your mother starts, and you go to stand up.

mina grips your hand under the table. “excuse me,” she interrupts. “i need to use the facilities.” facilities. mina gets formal when she feels awkward.

you try to yank mina back down, but mina twists neatly out of your grasp. “i’ll go with you,” you try.

“i think i can handle going to the bathroom by myself.” mina wiggles her fingers in a wave. “be nice.”

“am i so bad,” your mother starts, as soon as mina’s passed through the sliding door back into the house, “that you can’t imagine spending two minutes without your girlfriend as a buffer?”

“not my girlfriend,” you mutter, mulish and contrary.

your mother scoffs in disbelief. “you’ve been dating for almost a year, not counting college. do you even go back to your apartment anymore?”

“yes,” you say, glowering as you slouch. “i do.”

“really? because sana says she’s started using your room as storage.”

“sana is just fucking with me— and when do you even talk to sana?”

“sana comes over every sunday night with momo. we have pot roast. momo makes a good green bean casserole.”

if you hadn’t just swallowed your sip of orange juice, you’d be choking again. as it is, you gape, open mouthed, until your mother’s lips twitch upward. “hilarious,” you snap, snatching up a scone and cramming half of it into your mouth in one bite. “you should take your show on the road.”

“i’m choosing,” your mother says, spooning out more fruit onto your plate and passive aggressively ensuring that it’s mostly pineapple, “to enjoy the fact that it’s yourself you’re lying to, and not me.”

the sliding door rattles in its frame. mina sits down next to you, bumps your knees together under the table. “back,” she says unnecessarily, into the silence. she looks at your plate and frowns; picks out the pineapple and transfers it to her own. the silence drags on again, awkward and stilted.

///

“so, that was weird,” mina ventures an hour later, behind the wheel and you sulking in the passenger seat. “do you want to…” she trails off. shrugs. “get ice cream?”

you exhale, all the tension run out of your body. “i would fucking love some ice cream.”

mina holds both cones while you pay. the two of you walk down the street, through the crosswalk and to the path by the river. mothers with strollers, people walking dogs, couples holding hands. and mina, refusing to relinquish your double chocolate chip.

“mina,” you whine, and then a gasp of betrayal when mina licks a wide stripe up from the edge of the cone to the very tip of the swirl. “that’s cruel.”

mina kisses your cheek with sticky sugar lips, icy. the two of you hold hands and eat ice cream on a wooden bench overlooking the water, and when mina shivers and you pull her closer, tucked into your side and her cold hands worming under your jacket and tucking under your armpits with a satisfied noise.

a woman pauses, stretching by the railing, just as mina emerges from her burrowed place into your side to stretch, rocking up on her toes and reaching for the sky to crack her neck and shoulder. the woman, a pretty dark haired girl in yoga pants and bright red sneakers, pauses to drag her eyes down mina, from the tips of her fingers to the boots she’s wearing, a birthday gift from you.

you remember how mina smiled when she opened the box, the way she breathed in deep and then crawled into your lap to kiss you silly.

you stand, abrupt. you yank mina close and turn, shielding her from the woman’s view. mina wobbles, taken by surprise and off balance, and you steady her, hands on her waist and pulling her close for a kiss, rough and possessive and claiming. you keep your eyes open to watch the woman flush pink at being caught watching and jog off down the path.

you break the kiss and mina sways, eyes fluttering open and heady, glazed and dreamy. “shit,” you say, feeling silly and petty and shaky. “sorry.”

mina blinks a few more times. “hmm?”

“nothing. sorry.” you shift on your feet, antsy. “sorry. let’s go home—your apartment, i mean.”

///

you try to convince mina you’re hungry. mina glares until you sigh, closing the fridge, and following her down the hall to the bedroom for a nap.

by the time you’ve stepped out of your shoes and tossed your jacket in the general direction of mina’s closet, mina has stripped out of her jeans and her shirt, crawling under the comforter topless in her underwear and nestling into the mattress with a pleased noise. she makes a far less pleased noise at you.

“hold your horses,” you say, digging your phone out of your pocket before you too shuck your jeans.

you crawl in behind mina, meaning to spoon her, but mina turns with a soft sigh, pressing her face into your neck, tangling your legs. you exhale, feeling mina’s warm skin against yours, the gentle moving of her chest as she breathes, the warm huff of air tickling against your throat. her hand roves down your spine, resting in the small of your back and pulling you closer.

mina makes the softest noises in her sleep, mostly when you move her around. but just those, just—her breathing, and the whisper of her skin on the sheets when she shifts. her warmth seeping into the blankets and joining with yours. how sometimes the two of you wake up holding hands. it’s so painfully everything you’ve ever wanted that it makes you stay up late; you don’t want to fall asleep and miss a single second.

///

your alarm wakes you. you turn it off with a touch and roll onto mina, pinning her down and waking her with a kiss.

mina makes a pleased noise, eyes staying closed as she tips her head back. you sink your teeth into mina’s throat, sucking until the very faintest hint of copper skates across your tongue.

mina hums. her toes curl against your ankle, then skate up your calf as she hooks her leg around your hip, pulling you closer. her fingers trail up your ribs, ticking, then drag down, the sensation sending rippling shivers through your entire body. she arches, baring more of her throat, her chest rising and too tempting for you to pass over. you release mina’s throat, noting with satisfaction the dark marks you’ve left behind, and start a slow suckling trail of devotion from the top of mina’s collarbone to her breasts, one and then the other and extra attention to each nipple. you trail down across mina’s belly to dip your tongue into mina’s belly button, to make her squirm and giggle.

mina’s hand lands in her your hair as you go lower, then ghosts around the shell of your ear, the underside of your jaw, tapping a little bit at the back of your neck, a nervous request you understand. you reach up mina’s body and link your hands, gripping reassuringly and resting them over mina’s heart. mina relaxes, just a little, but as close as the two of you are, as linked and connected, you can feel every twitch of her, every bit of tension in her muscles. and all you want is the good tension, the way mina’s legs go taught when you kiss the inside of her thighs, the tendons in her throat standing out when she throws her head back on the pillows and moans at the first touch of your tongue between her legs, where she’s soft and warm and slick dripping down your chin.

you love a mina who’s just woken up. love to slip your fingers inside her, love kissing her sleep slack mouth, love kissing her all over and inside. she always comes so soft and lazy, undulating against your mouth and murmuring your name, punch drunk and hazy, especially if you take the time to mark her up all pretty first.

and this morning it’s no different. first her thighs tense around your head, then her grip goes tight on your head. then she moans, long and low and cracked in the middle when she pauses to whimper your name. and the denouement, her limp plaint body and her half-lidded eyes and the smile that creeps across her face, her mussed hair and the flush in her cheeks.

you crawl up her body for a kiss, mina licking the taste of herself from your tongue, the back of your teeth, the insides of your cheeks. your phone chimes, breaking the moment and the kiss.

“fuck,” you mutter. “we gotta get up.”

“mm,” mina says. she pressed against one of the bruises on her throat and flutters her eyelashes.

“this time it’s your family,” you say, “so don’t look at me like that. ‘schedule both for the same day, y/n. it’ll get everything out of the way and give us sunday to relax, y/n.’”

mina grumbles. then she sighs and sits up. “fine. but i’m not fucking you until we get back.” she heads for the bathroom.

you scramble off the bed. “hey! wait! we can be a little late, right? mina? mina?!”

///

there’s a green bean casserole on the table, and you’re one hundred percent certain it’s a direct result of brunch with your mother that morning. you glare at momo. “you’re not funny. neither of you are funny.”

“i’m funny,” sana says, coming to the table with a platter of rotisserie chicken she claims to have made even though you know for a fact that the oven in this apartment has been broken for two years and the packaging from the supermarket down the street is clearly visible at the top of the trash can. “i’ve always been funny.”

“of course,” momo assured her, as the four of you take your seats around the rickety table, just barely big enough for three serving dishes and paper plates for everyone else. “you’re hilarious, babe.” she kisses sana’s cheek.

you mime throwing up in the mashed potatoes. mina bumps your knees together, chiding.

“thank you for inviting us,” you say dutifully.

sana’s eyes narrow. “and thank you for mauling up my sister.” mina pinks. she adjusts the collar of her shirt.

you choke on a green bean. it seems to be your theme for the day.

sana pours mina some water, leaning across the table to hand it to sana’s. “i’ll do that,” you snap, recovering in time to abruptly stand and snatch it away. you half turn, blocking sana’s line of sight to mina, and your voice goes soft. “here, baby.”

momo mimes throwing up into the casserole.

///

“baby,” you say in the car. “we don’t have to do. it’s just drinks with some people from the hospital. if you’re tired, i’d be just as happy going home and going to bed early. three things in one day… that’s a lot.”

mina yawns, nestling into the passenger seat. “you’ve been looking forward to this all week. and we can sleep in tomorrow, right?”

“i promise,” you tell her, reaching across the gearshift to hold mina’s hand atop her knee. “takeout and naps and that weird show you like.”

mina huffs. “it’s educational.”

“it’s boring,” you counter, “but i love you, and i will be your pillow and handfeed you crackers and not talk over the narrator.”

mina smiles. she leans over to kiss your cheek at the red light. “i’ll put the subtitles on,” she whispers seductively, teeth nipping at your earlobe, “so you can talk all you want.” her hand worms between your legs and traces the inner seam of your jeans. your breath catches.

the car behind you both beeps their horn, the light gone green. you jolt; mina retreats back to her own seat.

///

the bar is lowkey, you note with relief. less blaring music and more gently lit ambiance, classic rock in the background and the low rumble of people chatting. you nod at the group waving at you from a corner booth, then lean in close to murmur in mina’s ear. “you want a drink, baby?”

mina shakes her head. “i’ll get it. go say hi to your friends, save me a seat.”

you frown, your grip on mina’s elbow tightening. mina blinks at you, questioning. you immediately let go. “sorry. yeah. yeah, see you soon. get me a beer?”

mina nods, and slips into the light crowd, making her way to the bar. you head to the booth. you greet your coworkers, shuck your jacket and slip into the empty space. you immediately get sucked into a debate about an incident with a patient and a urine sample, and it’s a full five minutes before you frown, looking back at the bar. you sees mina’s dark hair at the bar—and next to her. someone else. a blonde with short nails and ankle boots and you are out of your seat without another word, hearing your name called after in confusion and not responding.

“—torte law,” mina is saying to the woman, who’s leaned in close, her shirt neck scooping and her eyes done up smoky, twirling a curl around one finger. “y/n,” mina greets. “this is sara, she’s curious about class action lawsuits.”

“i’m sure,” you say, like ice. mina is opening her mouth, and you steal her words from her, your palm around mina’s throat, bumping against mina’s back until she’s pinned between you and the bar, kissing you over her shoulder. you nip at her bottom lip, tugging it out before releasing. “nice to meet you,” you say like silk and lace and gunsteel. “now leave.”

mina waits until the two of you are back to the booth. “i’m going to take off,” she says, and her eyes hand was stiff in yours all the way through the crowd. “can i trust any of you to call a cab for y/n at last call?”

your coworkers laugh, goodnaturedly promising to protect your virtue, but you stand. “mina, i—”

mina’s hand on your elbow. “it’s alright, y/n. have a good time.”

///

you barely last another hour.

you make your excuses, pay up for your tab, order an uber on your phone. you text mina three times while you wait. the ride over feels like an eternity, like a cramping in your belly. you think about what you’d do if mina broke up with you and almost throw up in the backseat.

+++

mina is on the couch when you get back, in her fuzzy wool nighttime socks and your hoodie and one hand dangling off the armrest. her eyes flicker under the lids, restless; you know she’s upset because she’s not tucked into bed wrapped around your pillow and hogging most of the mattress.

you go to the kitchen first. making tea and carrying it out to the coffee table. using the coaster mina leaves out because now is not the time for your usual flirty argument about you both. then you touch mina’s elbow, crouched down so you’re not looking over her when you walked up. “mina,” you whisper, and then—hesitate, but still—a soft kiss to coax mina awake.

“mm,” mina says, drowsy but mostly alert. “you’re back early.”

you snort. “you really think i could have a good time when you’re here mad at me?”

“not mad,” mina mumbles, eyes just barely slitted open. she sniffs the air. “tea?”

you pass her the mug, then sit beside her. “not happy, though.”

“no,” mina agrees. then she snuggled into your side, causing a wave of relief to swamp you and leave you shaky. “you know why.”

you sigh, tipping your head back on the sofa. “i know. i know, i do. it was—completely unacceptable. you should be mad.”

mina shrugs. she sips her tea. “it’s not—.” she stops, frowns. “you know not to do it again. that’s not the issue. the issue is why it happened.” she takes another sip and sets her mug aside.

you avoid answering. you look around the room. your shoes by the wall in the entryway next to mina’s, your bag on the chair. your clothes in the closet down the hall, your shampoo in the shower stall and your toothbrush in the cup by the sink. the brand of coffee you like in the cupboard, the key on your ring and the extra parking space in the garage downstairs. “i want to move in,” you say, and it’s a lightening to your shoulders as soon as you say it. “i don’t want to ever sleep in a room that doesn’t have your name next to mine on the lease.”

mina yawns. “okay,” she says.

you blink rapidly. “okay?”

“mm,” mina agrees, snuggling into your lap. “carry me.”

you snort. you kiss the tip of mina’s nose. “i’m gonna marry you one day.”

mina slits open one eye, narrowed. “you said naps all day tomorrow.”

you stand, then help mina to her feet. “one day,” you agree. “not tomorrow.”

for @allfortzu because i heard she loved and missed this one.

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saiidahyunie · 4 months

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dried flower

myoui mina x reader

synopsis: being the timekeeper is a big responsibility to fill as a drummer, but why does that internal metronome go out of control whenever you’re around your band’s manager mina?

wc: 3.7k

warnings: smut, fluff, cursing

✩♬ ₊˚.

a/n: mina fits the cool girl vibe so well

also the smaller text is so much cleaner here^^

i kinda like it @miinatozakiii

—

“fuck!”

you yell out in frustration as you throw your drumsticks down on the floor and shove the door open.

“what the hell is wrong with y/n? she’s been out of it all week!”

you overhear your bandmate jay ask winter, the band’s leader as the whole group is left in confusion of your little breakdown as the door behind you shuts by itself.

“we only have two weeks until the gig and we need to have these songs down! she-”

“it’s already a rough week for her as it is!” vernon shoots back as the band’s bassist, “you need to give her some slack since you’re already terrible at doing that anyway, jay.”

“why you little-”

“enough! both of you!” another voice is heard in the room as they look to see mina, who had been sitting in the sea of empty chairs and watched the whole thing unfold.

“arguing with each other isn’t gonna make the situation better.” mina sternly says, “i’ll step outside and see how y/n’s doing.” standing up from her seat as she exits the same door you almost busted down moments ago.

—

“dammit…” you sighed out in frustration as you leaned over the balcony overseeing the city lights, the breeze calming your thoughts as you continued to breathe at a slower pace, calming your heart rate.

“figured you’d be up here.”

you turn around to see mina, who was standing in the doorway as you leaned back against the railing, pressing your finger and thumb against the bridge of your nose as mina smirked at your distressed state, leaning over the railing to take in the view.

“what are you doing?”

mina shakes her head at your question, “i’m just here to check on you, not as a manager, but a friend.”

you scoff at her statement, “you didn’t have to do all that i was just-”

“y/n, just shut up and let me listen to what’s going on in your head.”

you don’t know why, but you feel a slight shift in your heart after mina’s sudden demand. it could be that or it could be just your fear of heights as you let your head back looking over your shoulder of the various cars on the street making their way around on a friday night.

“why do you want to know what’s going on with me?”

“because i have to keep everyone in shape in addition to not having one person tear the whole band apart.” mina responds, almost laughing as brushes a few strands of hair off her face from the wind.

instead of keeping your wall up to mina since she’s the kind of person that will persist in asking questions until they get answered, you sighed in defeat as you met mina’s face, peering at the two beauty marks as she kept her eyes on you.

“i… just got out of a relationship.” you say, picking your fingernails as mina watches intently as you explained your emotional outburst.

“stupid i know, but it’s been lingering on my mind for a week and a half now.” you continue to ramble, “i can’t think straight because of my stupid mistakes and-”

a finger is drawn to your lips as your train of thought comes to a halt, mina’s soft side showing as her heart sank after hearing what you were going through, acting in sympathy in an attempt to mend your shattered state.

“who’s the girl?” she asks as you wave her finger off your face.

“ryujin, i don’t know if you-”

mina scoffs at your answer. to be fair, if it were anyone else you were telling about your relationship troubles and they did the same thing as mina, you’d swing first right on sight if that were the case. but for some reason, you weren’t offended at all by her antic; in fact, you were appalled that she was acting like this in front of you.

“her?!” mina giggles out as you stand there speechless.

“you can definitely do better y/n, no offense.”

“none taken, actually, that made me feel a little bit better.” you mumble as she places a hand on your arm on the railing.

“how bout i call practice off and we just hang out at my place?” she asks wistfully, “besides, the others don’t really need the extra practice for three additional songs.”

you hesitated at her question as she rubbed her thumb across your forearm, looking at you straight in the eye as you bit your lip contemplating on what could happen–or what has already happened.

so, in a brief second you scratch your temple trying to make your brain work faster in giving an answer to your manager and eventually you give her one, “okay, i’ll take your offer.”

mina flashes that gummy smile at you, “great! i’ll go tell the others.” she says as she walks back into the studio complex as you stood there dumbfounded at what you just got yourself into.

—

your eyelids flutter open a little at an unfamiliar ceiling.

as you laid on the bed motionless trying to piece together the bits of information your eyes were receiving, it wasn’t enough as you slowly sat up trying to connect the dots more. the drowsiness still present as you tried to fight the urge to fall back asleep. the more you blinked yourself awake as you hear the small whirr of a fan humming in the room, everything starts to come together–but there’s still gaps in your memory.

the questions kept pouring in your head: “where am i?”, “who’s house is this?”, “how did i get here?” all listed as you scanned the room for anything that might help solve your predicament as you tug the comforter off of you–no pull as it seemed like it was weighed down by something.

after failing to get the comforter off, you continued to assess the unfamiliar room, and then another piece of the puzzle clicked in your head–this wasn’t your place.

in the corner of your eye, you saw a figure form in the comforter, her back turned to you with her long black hair covering it. still asleep while you were panicking shitless trying to piece the events from last night. you shift yourself up a little bit better as you notice your bare shoulder, lifting the comforter to see that you were completely naked, adjusting the comforter more to see the figure sleeping next to you in the same appearance.

the figure makes a murmuring sound, stirring awake as you pick up on the small sound that sounded a little peculiar, but also one that you recognized hearing before.

no, there’s no way right?

the figure sits up slightly as she turns around confirming everything that you feared as the person ruffles their hair, making it look more presentable.

“mina?!” you cry out in surprise.

mina rubs her eyes together as the comforter drops down to her waist, her hair in the perfect spot in covering her tits as she yawns while you rush to cover yourself up frantically.

“morning.” mina says nonchalantly, stretching for a bit as you stare in shock at the possibility that you just did more than just hang out at mina’s place.

well your mind tells you that the “possibility” was now all but a “certainty” as you scanned the room again to see a spree of clothes sprawled out across the room, the wine bottle and two glasses set on the nightstand that could explain one thing, but you still can’t remember all of it.

“did we?” you ask in disbelief as mina chuckles at your stupid question.

“you don’t remember?” she asks you the better pressing question as you tried extremely hard to remember what you did–and then everything comes back.

flashes of last night came into your brain like a slideshow, giving a vivid play by play recap of what went down last night: drinking on the couch, laughing about stupid band stories, staring at mina, staring at mina’s lips and eventually…

you and mina kiss. at first it was wrong, but for some reason, there was a sense to get more.

one thing led to another from bumping into the door, stripping each others’ clothes off, you straddling mina, never ending groans here and there as you makes her way down to her–okay that would explain everything your mind tried to process but mina was the one who helped you in the end.

as you and mina continue to stare at each other for a few more seconds, you then get off from her bed as you desperately scrounge up your belongings together, making sure that you didn’t leave anything behind, shuffling through the house as mina, now fully clothed, trailed behind you up until you reached the front door.

“sorry i’m just confused right now, that's all mina. i didn’t mean to rush out on you like that and-”

mina places a hand on your cheek, calming your train of thought, “it’s okay y/n, if you need space for a bit all you have to do is just ask.”

you scoff at her offer again, you didn’t want space away from mina, there was something about her that was comforting and it felt relaxing. then again, you weren’t so sure of yourself considering how ridiculously fast you were moving on from ryujin and in your “friendship” with mina.

“what if i don’t want space?”

mina tilts her head at you, “what is it that you want?”

“i don’t know i-”

“maybe this will help clear your mind.”

she draws you in for a quick, passionate kiss. you were thrown off by the contact of her delicate lips as you prop your hand just under her chin for better stability. it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for mina to be forgoing with her actions but you happily reciprocated them as you almost fell backward.

pulling away, you sigh out in relaxation, blushing at mina’s new side as she giggles at your flustered face.

“i should be mad that it worked, but thank you.” you said as you locked your lips with hers again, retreating after, still brushing lips together.

“my door is always open for you.” mina mutters as she breaks the hug with you walking out the door.

“i’ll let you know if i ever need that again.”

mina hums at your small promise as you walk out of her house waving goodbye.

—

the next following weeks were hell for your heart and mind as things somewhat returned to normal. sure, you managed to get the songs down with the rest of the band, but you felt like something was missing.

mina wasn’t like the previous manager your band worked with in the past. she was stern, quick witted, and had a changing duality between her casual and work related persona. you learned that she was very caring in the member’s individual conditions, always understanding what they have going on in each of their lives despite her cold tone at times.

her home also reflected her appearance as her apartment minimal, but had various expensive items that would make you think she bought them off the dark depths of the internet; it fit her that’s for sure and you catch yourself slowly getting attached to what you and her have brewing in your intimate friend/relationship?

—

“everything okay with you?” vernon asks you one day before the gig your band was supposed to play at.

“yeah,” you respond, “i have most of the songs we went over for jihyo’s-“

“that’s not what i meant y/n.” vernon butts in, “i was talking about your love situation.”

even though you were perceived to be a closed off person in the band, you were fond of vernon’s quirk of always knowing how to pry through your tough shell. because of that, you and him grew close outside the studio where you usually practice.

“it’s been tough, but i’m just healing and breathing.” you say as you sip water through your pastel pink hydroflask.

“is there something going on between you and mina?” vernon asks suddenly, making you spill a few drops of water on your shirt.

“no? why do you ask?”

“i’ve seen the look you give her during rehearsals, the eyes never lie y/n, they never will.”

“she’s just a caring manager, even if she doesn’t talk as much while we practice, she makes sure to have us something to do on the weekends that way we’re not at the studio 24/7.”

vernon exhales in agreement, “you do have a point, but mina seems to get closer to you after your little episode.” you flash a look at him, astounded at his observation.

“let’s not talk about that please?” you ask as vernon laughs at your pleading request.

—

on one good productive rehearsal a month after your accidental one night stand with mina, you and her agreed to not let anything happen between the both of you as the band was back in strong shape with the harmonious tunes of jay’s and vernon’s guitars blending well alongside winter’s voice with the simple beat of your drums.

everything was going well as you just let your inner metronome control your muscle memory as you lightly bash a couple licks and fills in the various songs–giving it a little bit more spice as you share glances with the other members in the band, nodding for your approval as you bopped your head to the music.

and then you set your eyes on mina.

even for a short second, you let your hands and feet continue their work on the instrument in front of you as you stared at mina a little too long as her eyes mirrored yours, looking away to your ipad off to the side trying to cover your flushed expression. while you were doing that, mina bit her lip at the sight of you drumming away as she watched the band play out.

once you guys were cleaning up, you were getting your drums in the case as you took inventory of all your necessary equipment as you picked up the sounds of footsteps walking to you.

“jay, for the last time i already said no to your drinks offer.” you say as you look up to not see jay, but her instead.

“oh hey…” you say softly as mina flips her hair to the side.

“just wanted to check up on you, how are you doing?”

“i’m fine.” you respond as you shove your bag of drumsticks into the bass drum case, “i still need to listen to the last song but otherwise, i’m good.”

mina takes the small foot stand from vernon’s spot as she sat on it while you matched her height on one knee. the chemistry that's been concocting from simple “hellos”, longing stares, and that slender neck that you’ve marked multiple times that night as mina also seems to have the same thoughts that you were having.

“y/n, we’re waiting outside are you sure you want to-”

winter walks back into the room as she forgot her phone to see you and mina get unbelievably close, standing in a bit of a shock as you and mina try to play it cool, making it look like mina was helping you get the last parts of your drumset into the bag.

“it’s okay wint, i was gonna go back home anyway, too tired as of late.” you say, sliding your ipad into your handbag as mina got up to turn off the lights on the other side of the room.

“you sure?”

“yeah, i’m sure.”

“if you say so and oh!”

you turn back to winter as you shoulder your bag, pursing your lips at winter’s lingering offer to bond with the band members some more.

“i’m glad that you’re moving on from ryujin, she didn’t really seem the kind of person to fit you anyway.” she ways as she turns around and walks out, earning a scoff from you as you look down at your feet from the sentence you just heard.

“you had no idea how much i wanted to hear that.” you mutter to yourself as you see mina return back from checking the lights of the small studio.

“wanna get out of here?” mina asks you as you ponder her question for a little bit longer than you should’ve as she stares at you promisingly that you’d take up on her offer again.

is it okay for me to do this with her? what if history repeats itself with mina? will i make the same mistakes i did with ryujin and how could i live with myself if the others found out that i’ve slept with our manager-

you freeze for a second as mina grabs your hand, pulling you to the exit.

“let’s go y/n.” she says, you nodded as you followed her out, your hand gripping hers tightly as your heart shifted again at mina’s action.

—

that same shift happened again as you and mina didn’t even make it past the front door.

it’s fast, hazy, and hot–your brain was sending all the right signals to your limbs as you were driven by mina’s lips all over you.

gripping her hair as she presses you against the door to her apartment, letting out a few soft moans in her mouth as she blindly opens the door behind you. stepping backward as your hands had more roughness, grabbing mina closer as she pulls away for a second to breathe.

“are you sure about-” you whisper at a loss of words, “why-”

“stop.” mina groans, her lips sloppily placed on the edge of your lips, “just don’t think for once.”

mina’s hands begin to discard your dark grey hoodie as you shuffle through the house, groans echoing in the hallway as you refuse to push mina away, reaching the room and crashing onto the bed as she mounts on top of you.

“don’t fight what you need, embrace it.” mina whispers in your ear as she pulls away from you, gazing at your lowly state as you try to get up, only to be pushed down back onto the mattress. “mina what the-”

“shhh.” she coos, biting her lip at the sight of your flushed cheeks as you tried not to make eye contact with her. mina’s hands working your pants as the growing sensation between your legs grew more and more the closer she took your clothes off.

“you’re so pretty for me when you’re like this.” mina hums as you whimper at the sound of her rasping voice. your eyes meet hers as you were clearly aroused with how she wanted to take control the second time of hooking up.

“mina,” you start off saying shakily, “don’t hold back. show me how badly you want to wreck me.”

mina hums at your demand, giving her the greenlight as she runs a finger through the damp cloth of you soaked underwear, sliding it off your legs smoothly, tossing it away carelessly as she smiles at the beautiful sight of you, kissing your neck again making her way down to the lower half of your body.

at this point, you didn’t care if it was right or wrong, nor the fact that you couldn’t remember the last time you slept with mina. all that mattered was how hot mina was making your body as she slotted herself between your legs, her breath right on top of your entrance, gripping the bed sheets as she was teasing up until the last moment of bliss you so desperately needed.

you gasp as your back arched once mina parted your folds open, tongue flicking up your dripping core as she purrs in delight of the first tastes of your slick juices. fuck who cares if you didn’t remember what you did with mina the first time, you just wanted to enjoy the moment of her going down on you as your heart was racing uncontrollably.

“my f-fucking god.” you breathed out as mina continued to ravage you, gripping her hair as she clutched onto your legs, nearly scratching them with her well trimmed nails.

the pace of her tongue in you, stimulating your senses to the point where your mind felt like you were one with the clouds. what seemed like forever she was down there as it elevated to a whole different level when she started to pump her fingers inside to push you more faster to the edge. hands grasping the bed frame to the point where it could break with your back and head pressing further and further down as you were making incoherent sounds of how good you were getting fucked.

“i’m so clo-hngh!” you moaned loudly as your body shook in mina’s face, still taking in all of your slick from climaxing as your body starts to relax, sinking into the bed as mina relentlessly cleans you up as you lay there barren, mind still hazy from the absolute pumping you just received from your crushing manager.

mina laps up the last of your cum as she ingests the last of your taste on her fingers as she helps you sit up against the headboard, pampering you with more kisses for a few more minutes as you regain your senses.

you lean your head back as she plants her lips on your neck once again, stopping as she notices you raised your hand up, looking at her with half-lidded eyes as bundles up across from you.

“something on your mind?” mina asks you as you finish catching your breath.

“i don’t know,” you reply, “it still feels like i don’t deserve what we have going on but,” mina tilts her head at your reason.

“my heart races and my mind feels at ease whenever i’m around you.”

“that so?”

you hum, nodding at her question to confirm her odd suspicion, kissing her knee as you shift yourself on the bed, ignoring the throbbing core in your thighs as you ran your thumb on your bottom lip.

“i like this side of you mina, especially the one you had just now.”

mina snickers at your observation, you flash a soft smirk as she meets your eyes again, running her hands through her dishelved hair before leaning forward for another kiss.

“that’s what happened the last time since you look like you don’t remember, so now we’re even.”

“what do we even call this?” you ask her as you hold her hand.

“we can be whatever you like, just as long as you let me go down on you like that.”

your heart shifts again as you and mina share a laugh together on the bed, and this won’t be the last time for moments like these.

#twice x reader #twice imagines #kpop x reader #twice fluff #twice mina #mina x reader #myoui mina #mina imagines #myoui mina x reader #mina so cool #twice smut #i wouldn't mind sitting in silence with her #cool girl cool gf

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miinatozakiii · 26 days

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after hours

myoui mina x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: what happens after work is the reason you power through it all

warnings: basically none ; meeting mina's parents ; brain rotting fluff (my roots!! my specialty) ; reader is head over heels for mina ; IM head over heels ; not proofread

a/n: i'm extremely late for her bday, hopefully this makes up for it? enjoy

!!! cont/side story of "slow dancing"!! ( i suggest you read it first :-P )

“any questions, comments, remarks?” you ask, eyeing every man in the room.

they sit in their seats, teeth clenched and posture straight as you speak. they watch you place your hands on the table and lean over, feeling smaller as you do so.

a shake of all seven heads leads to a forced smile on your lips, then you clap your hands together.

“great, we’ll wrap things up with mina’s final additions and remarks. the profits have been booming.” you finally say before mina takes the spotlight.

she goes on for less than three minutes, earning raised brows from surprise and approving nods from all the men before she dismisses them. they’re all quick to leave, they’ve been quite wary since your last reprimanding when one of the shareholders decided to second guess your — mostly mina’s —success.

as soon as they leave, you make sure there’s no one to intrude. mina is placing papers in her folder, then hums in surprise when she feels a hand on her chin and lips on her own.

she sinks into the kiss, pressing deeper into you as her hand softly lands on your forearm.

you pull away, grinning. mina rolls her eyes and punches your shoulder.

“someone could’ve seen us.”

“i’m pretty sure they all know.” you giggle, turning over to grab the laptop plugged into the hdmi. “they’re all just scared of us. mostly you though, boss.”

“you’re so annoying when you call me that.”

“can i kiss you to make up for it?” you ask, smirking.

mina scoffs, but immediately she’s walking over and messing up your hair before pecking your lips quickly. “you’re an idiot.”

“yeah, an idiot that’s asking to grab some dinner with you tonight?”

she pushes the folder in her hand against your chest, silently making you carry it for her before responding,

“have you forgotten about our dinner plans already? my parents have reservations with us, remember?”

“that’s today?”

“tonight, and you’re my ride there.”

mina turns over and heads out the door, leaving you with a jolt of realization—you're meeting her parents for the first time, tonight, in a few hours. the reminder hits you like a ton of bricks, and suddenly, nerves start to gnaw at your insides. you had completely forgotten about the upcoming meeting, but you have to at least try to convince yourself that it won’t go terrible.

when mina returns to your shared office, she greets you with a devious smile, fully aware that she's shaken you up. despite feeling a pang of guilt for rattling your nerves, she can't help but find it amusing to see you all serious and focused. and maybe – just maybe – mina is a little evil for thinking this, but you look absolutely adorable like that.

you're cleaning up your workspace, tucking papers back into folders and it’s clear that something clouds your mind. mina walks over to you while you finish up something on your laptop, then places a kiss on the top of your head.

“you’re stressed.”

“a little.”

mina laughs softly. “a lot, don’t lie to me.”

“i completely forgot, i thought next friday.”

she stands next to you and runs a hand through your hair, sliding her hand down to your cheek. you suconciously lean into her touch, pouting lightly.

“you’ll be fine. my parents are wonderful.”

now you’re smiling a little, just a little less nervous now. turning into her hand, you kiss it softly before leaning back into your office chair.

“i’m sure.” it comes out as almost a whisper, “still, i'm just nervous.”

she leans down, her lips gently meeting yours, and you feel a surge of warmth spread through you. her fingers graze your neck as she kisses you, which nearly melts you. your nerves seem to dissolve into nothing, surrendering completely to mina.

after pulling away, she presses a kiss to your forehead. “you shouldn’t be. besides, we’re just going out to some diner, nothing too fancy.”

“i’ll trust you on that, boss.” you mutter, earning a roll of eyes and a flick to your forehead.

the two of you go back home to change, and soon after you’re back in your car to go pick up mina.

mina had texted you to wear something casual, and it sparked a whole crisis of indecision about what was appropriate. she couldn't help but smile upon seeing the flurry of texts from you, feeling a twinge of guilt for how nervous you were—still are—before sending a picture of what she’s wearing.

mina: attachment: 1 image.

you pause at the image because woah, just woah is all you can really think. you find yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, gazing at mina's reflection in the mirror as she stands there, holding the phone. she's wearing something simple, really casual, actually, just a t-shirt and jeans, but still, she looks wonderful.

you: oh, so you actually meant simple

mina: y/n, what else would i mean

you: :-(

you: i'm over thinking things

you: a sweater and pleated pants are okay, right?

mina: i'm not going to answer that

you: mina please

mina: just go with what you think is right

you groan after reading her text, flopping down onto your bed and staring at your ceiling before picking your phone back up.

you: you’re evil

on your bed, you’re huffing dramatically as you look at the picture she had sent earlier. you decide that you can’t actually be mad at her. you can’t see mina, but she’s grinning at her phone, rolling her eyes at the text you had just sent.

you: evil and beautiful

mina giggles at the phone, smiling to herself.

mina: pick me up in ten?

you: yes lovely

you're parked outside mina’s place, and right as you’re about to call her, you see her emerge from the door and look for your car. rolling your windows down catches her attention and the two of you smile at each other at the same time.

she walks over and opens the door, sitting in the passengers side.

the picture she sent had you completely enamored but seeing her in person was a whole different level. the simple t-shirt under her zip up, the navy wide-legged jeans—and that smile of hers? it was absolutely priceless. how pretty.

“ready to go?” you ask.

she buckles her seatbelt before responding, “i should be the one asking you that.”

rolling your eyes, you shift the stick and start to drive to the restaurant mina has typed into your phone. once the route is visible on the screen of your car, it shows that it’s only ten minutes away. still not enough time to compose yourself, but oh well.

as you reach the place, you're struck by how casual and simple it is. the first time mina had even mentioned her parents, scenarios of meeting them ran through your head. you had expected to meet mina's parents somewhere fancier in all of them, but the simplicity of the diner setting actually makes you feel more at ease.

after you park, mina places a comforting hand on yours. as she looks at you, it's with an expression that makes you feel like you're her rock and she's the luckiest person in the world. her touch on your cheek is always soothing, her soft fingers grazing your cheekbone, calming your nerves instantly. then, with a reassuring smile, she says, "you'll be fine." and somehow, with her by your side, you believe her. of course you do when she’s looking at you like that.

“thanks.”

she leans in and kisses you, something she loves to do when she can’t really conjure up any words to describe what she’s trying to convey. it's enough to get the message across, and you’re forever grateful.

minutes later, you find yourself holding mina's hand, her thumb gently rubbing against your skin in a subtle gesture of comfort. together, you approach the man at the front counter and request a table for four. soon, you're led to a table outside, where the weather is perfect and you’re able to take in the view of the environment as you wait.

just as you begin to think you have a moment to compose yourself, mina's phone rings, and she receives a call from her mom. the conversation is short, but waht you catch from what she says during the call tells you that her parents have arrived and are searching for your table. panic flutters in your chest as you realize that they’re here, you’re meeting them soon—now.

mina kisses your cheek quickly, it makes you feel a little better, even if your heart beat stays beating a little quick.

seconds later, mina turns her head and stands up, you watch her smile at the woman who walks out the door.

you feel obligated to stand too, following mina as she walks towards her mom and dad. mina hugs her mom tightly, their smiles mirroring each other's, both gummy and wide. then, it's her dad's turn. he gives mina a comforting hug, planting a gentle kiss on the side of her head, and you can't help but feel a swell of warmth, smiling yourself.

they greet her quickly before looking at you, which makes you tense up a bit. her mom looks at you, still smiling as she examines, taking in your presence.

“you must be y/n?” you nod in response, smiling respectfully.

“yes. it’s really nice to meet you.”

her mom tilts her head, staying silent for about three seconds – grueling, really, the worst, most nerve-racking three seconds of your life probably – before speaking again.

“gosh, you’re beatiful. mina wasn’t lying, i mean she’s shown me a brief picture but wow honey, you’re adorable.” her mom says before pulling you in for a hug.

you freeze up a bit before reciprocating, smiling even bigger.

once her mom compliments you a couple more times, you turn towards her dad. he has a friendly face, a small smile gracing his aged features. he simply puts his hand out, which you shake, and then pulls you in for a small hug.

he looks at you dearly after that, smiling bigger. “thanks for making our daughter happy, she mentions you a lot.”

you turn to mina, cheeks dusted pink. “is that true?” you ask teasingly, earning a small punch to your shoulder. “sorry.”

the small interaction earns a giggle from her parents, they look at each other with proud smiles.

back at your table, menus spread out in front of you, you all decide over what to order. when the waiter arrives and asks about drinks, and knowing mina is quite timid, you place the orders: a sprite for herself, a sweet tea for you and her mom, and a water for her dad.

when the waiter leaves, her dad begins the conversation.

“so you’re her assistant?”

your head perks up from the menu. “oh, yes.”

“and how’s working with my daughter? she’s stubborn sometimes.”

you giggle lightly before looking at mina, then back to her dad. “i mean, i wasn’t used to such high position and--” eyeing mina, you continue, “vast workload, but overtime working became great. i think we make a great team, she’s really good with handling everything.”

her dad smiles. “that’s my girl.”

the waiter returns with your drinks, setting them down on the table before retrieving a notepad. he asks if you're all ready to order, and you confirm that you are. you opt for a chicken sandwich and fries, while mina chooses a cheeseburger. her mom orders tenders, and her dad selects a deluxe sandwich. as for appetizers, you decide on some onion rings and salads for everyone to share.

as you all dive into some small talk, mina's parents ask simple questions about you—like if you have any siblings, your hobbies, and your aspirations. you're glad to find that they're genuinely interested in getting to know you, and talking with them isn't as difficult as you had feared. in fact, the conversation flows nicely, and the best part is hearing some small stories from mina's earlier life. you share laughter with her parents, and you can't help but notice how it makes mina all flustered and blushy in return.

moments later, mina excuses herself to the restroom, catching you offguard. you watch her get up and walk back inside the building, and now you’re left with the myoui’s alone.

there's a short silence as you sit there, trying to find out how to keep the conversation you had going before mina left. her mom beats you to it.

“you’re wonderful y/n, really.” she says, placing her hand on yours. “mina adores you.”

smiling, you respond, “i’m glad. i adore her too, twice as much probably.”

her dad chuckles, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “we’re glad to hear. mina calls us every week and most—actually, all of the conversations have included you.”

“really?” you ask, feeling your cheeks warm. her dad nods and you grin. “that’s great to hear.”

“mina used to complain about work a lot, it worried us.” her mom starts, “and then she mentioned this new assistant that irriated her, but then a week or two later she’d call back saying you were like a gift from heaven.”

the heat on your cheeks intensifies as you process the words. "really?" you question, genuinely surprised. as far as you remember, mina had been distant and pretty (very) cold towards you for at least a month before gradually warming up. the thought that she had been gushing to her parents about you so quickly, already enamored despite her earlier act of annoyance, flatters you, makes you fall deeper in love honestly.

“yeah, it takes time for her to warm up.” her mom explains, laughing. “she went from stressing to talking about you whenever work was mentioned, and now that i get to meet you in person—it’s understandable that she’s grown fond of you.”

you're speechless for a moment, trying to process all of this new information that might just make your heart burst. her parents look at each other and grin before you catch mina in the corner of your eye, walking back towards the table and sitting down.

“everything alright?” mina asks, looking at your features etched into surprise.

“yeah, perfect.” you mumble, looking at her with a warm smile.

dinner goes well, it’s amazing.

the food was truly flawless; your chicken sandwich was perfectly crisp, with the mayonnaise, lettuce, and soft bread complementing each other perfectly. judging by the satisfied expressions around the table, it seemed like everyone's meal was cooked to perfection. as you all ate, the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the scene and providing a pretty backdrop to your meal and conversation.

throughout the evening, you learned so much about mina from her parents, gaining insights and anecdotes that you hadn't heard before. the smiles on their faces and the small, proud, and appreciative glances they exchanged with each other hinted that everything was more than alright—it was wonderful. in that moment, surrounded by good food, good company, and a beautiful sunset, you couldn't help but feel grateful for this, for her appreciative parents, and simply for mina.

after finishing your meals, you all decide to linger a bit longer, savoring each other's company. the moon was out now, casting a soft glow over the scene. eventually, mina's dad decides to call it an evening, putting his arm around her mom in a gesture of affection.

“alright, we should get going soon.” he says, fishing for his wallet with the other hand. “we’ve got to drive fourty-five minutes to get back to our place.”

you wave your hand and shake your head, dismissing him. “no, stop, i've got it, really.”

“no, it’s fine, really. let me pay for my daughter and her wonderful girlfriend.”

“mr. myoui, really, please. i've got it.”

“are you really arguing with your girlfriends dad?” he asks, his tone is playful. he raises a brow, looking at you dead in the eye.

“if it means getting the bill instead, then yes.” you challenge, earning a chuckle from him.

“i like you a lot, y/n.” he says, “you’re perfect for my daughter, but please, let me get it.”

before you can even argue, mina places her card down quickly and calls over a waiter. you and her dad exchange puzzled frowns, both of you clearly surprised by her sudden decision. mina and her mom share a laugh at the identical expressions on your faces.

“mina!” you groan, “why would you--”

mina places her hand on the crook of your neck. “you two are so stubborn sometimes.” she says, then looks at her mom. “it’s always like this, fighting for the bill. you and my dad are so stubborn when it comes to this.”

her dad laughs and adds a last remark, “take care of my daughter, lots of care.”

mina's mom and dad give you hugs, muttering thankful comments and praises before departing.

you and mina walk back to your car, and you open the door for her to get in before heading to the driver's side yourself. once you're both settled in and the door is closed, you find yourself leaning back against the seat, exhaling a sigh of relief. you're content, so, so relieved.

your girlfriend laughs at you, holding your hand. “i told you there would be nothing to worry about. they love you.”

a small “mhm” is hummed as you really take in all the events, and then you turn to her lips turned up into a smile.

“i’m just glad they’re fine with me dating the most stubborn, prettiest boss in the world.”

mina rolls her eyes playfully before leaning in to kiss your knuckles, a gesture that makes your cheeks warmer and body relax. you lean your head closer, your gaze lingering on her lips before you press a kiss.

as you pull back slightly, you find yourself taking in her features, illuminated by the soft light above. each contour of her face seems to emphasize the very features that drew you to her, making your heart swell with affection. you grin like an idiot.

you kiss her knuckles. “seriously the prettiest boss in the world.”

#twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #mina x reader #mina imagines #twice mina #myoui mina #myoui mina x reader

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happilychaengs · 1 year

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If you accept requests, I can make a request where the reader does a prank of cleaning mina kisses and ignoring her but everything with cuteness at the end

a/n: oooohhh myyy goood i really enjoyed writing this so hopefully you enjoy it even though it's quite short (double fic whaaat)

word count: 301

mina x gender neutral reader

Kisses Ignored

Mina rolls over to feel your side of the bed empty and cold. She lightly groans and rolls over, slipping out of the bed covers and tightening her robe, the fabric hugging her skin.

She stares at the clock on the wall. It reads 7 in the morning. Why were you up so early on a weekend?

She shivers in her robe as she walks down the stairs, seeing you on your phone sitting at the kitchen island.

"Morning." Mina kisses you softly on the lips before walking to the other side, wanting to make herself a quick cup of tea.

"Morning."

But then the most weird thing happens. Maybe she saw it wrong but you... wiped your lips quickly with the back of your hand.

"What was that?" Mina sets her cup aside as she stares at you.

You look at her cluelessly, "What was what?"

She begins walking around the island and back towards you, your eyes cautiously following her, "You wiped my kiss away..."

"No?" You chuckle, "I would never."

She kisses you again, on the your cheek this time. Then it happens. You wipe it away.

"You are wiping them away! Why?" From her tone, you can tell she's frustrated. Her lips turn into a tight pout as she kisses you on your other cheek. You wipe it again with your hand.

"Stop!" She whines. You feel a firm hold on the both of your hands as Mina kisses you vehemently, her kiss hungry and needy.

You groan into the kiss as you tear your lips away, "What was that for?"

She glares at you, her tone firm. "Whatever dumb prank you're trying to do right now, you're not leaving this chair. I will stay here until you finally accept my kisses. Every last one of them."

#myoui mina x reader #mina x reader #mina fluff #mina imagines #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice fluff #requests #anon

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ot9snumber1 · 3 months

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poly!misamo x reader with bondag- *gets shot*

Oh my god Chae.. u know me so well

they would be so !!! mean !!! especially misana because theres just something about the thrill of watching u get so wet just from being tied up :((

cw: bondage, mommy kink, more suggestive than smut(?)

"mommy, i can't see." you whine, wrists tugging against the restrains again. sana scoots over and pats your wrist lightly, silently telling you to stop.

"oh, baby, i know." she coos, kissing your cheek and stroking your hair gently as mina tied your ankles to the bed. "but you asked for this, didn't you?" sana whispers, her voice sounding so soothing yet intimidating at the same time. reluctantly, you nod. you did ask for this—it would be stupid to start complaining about it now.

while not being able to see your gorgeous girlfriends made you sad, the excitement of not knowing if it was mina or momo sucking on your clit drove you crazy.

#i feel like i've talked about this exact plot on someones blog before...#asks #misamo x reader #myoui mina x reader #minatozaki sana x reader #hirai momo x reader #twice smut

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vex91 · 8 months

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Myoui Mina - Just relax

Pairing: Myoui Mina x Female Reader

Fandom: Twice

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: What about giving shy g!p Mina their first blowjob?

Summary: Your girlfriend was always shy about anything sex related so she never voiced any of her needs before until that night.

Warning(s): Smut, 18+ content, G!P Mina, Blowjob

A/N: G!P slayyyy I love writing for G!P idols <3

3rd's POV

You and Mina have been together for a year now. You met at JYP Entertainment when you started working there as a staff. You weren't specifically assigned to Twice though, you were mostly working with NMIXX but it didn't stopped you and Mina from getting to know each other and then dating. When you got together you only told her members since it was a given that you'll lose your job if JYP ever find out, fortunately her members were more than happy to keep it a secret.

You mostly spend your dates at the dorm where you could fully relax and enjoy each other's presence, you sometimes had outside dates but you both just prefer the indoor ones the most so it just stayed that way. Since the members loved you and your company, they were more than happy to have you over so much, to the point that they were going crazy when you weren't over at the dorms and impatiently waited for you to come. Honestly at this point you're living there.

Despite being together for a year now Mina was still shy about anything sex related. She was very shy about voicing her needs and mostly kept them for herself. That night you came over to the dorms to stay a night. The rest of the members felt the atmosphere between you and Mina so they decided to leave you two alone and went to sleep over at their friend's house. You played some movie on the TV and both you and Mina got yourselves comfortable on the couch. You had your head leaned on her shoulder as you both were watching a movie you chose.

Or it was more of her watching a TV and you eyeing her sweatpants. You weren't sure if Mina felt it but for a while now you had this need for her and it only grew the moment you both have been left alone, just a thought of what you could be doing now other than watching a TV made you clench your legs together. You managed to keep yourself together for at least half of the movie until you couldn't stop yourself anymore. Your hand slowly massaged her thigh immediately earning her attention. You could hear how she took a deep breath the moment she felt your hand nearing her crotch.

"Baby? What are you doing?" She whispered in your ear, you only smirked at her as you slowly moved between her legs "Just relax baby" You pulled her pants down leaving her only in boxers. She held back a moan when you gripped her cock through the boxers, you started massaging it gently and Mina's mind started melting. You pulled the boxers down too freeing her cock. You smiled mischievously as you wrapped your hand around it, pumping it up and down.

Mina's soft moans filled the room as she watched you "F-Fuck baby please" You laughed at how cute your girlfriend was but no matter how much you wanted to make her wishes come true, you wanted her to voice her thoughts "Please what? What do you want baby?" You said as you continued stroking her cock. She cursed once again when you gripped and squeezed it again "F-Fuck baby please... n-need your mouth" Finally getting what you wanted you wasted no time in putting the tip of her cock in your mouth, sucking on it. Mina threw her head back with a loud moan at the feeling. It was better than she'd ever imagined it to be.

Slowly you started taking more and more of her length in until you gagged on it. Mina's hand immediately took you by your hair and kept you there for a few more seconds before she started helping you move up and down on it. You moaned at the feeling of Mina taking lead even in this situation but you loved it. You continued licking and sucking her whole length and Mina started getting closer but the moment you started massaging her balls it was over for her and soon she was cumming down your throat.

You made sure to swallow every drop of it before pulling away from her cock. You moved up and kissed her, letting her taste herself on your lips. She moaned at the taste before pulling you on her lap. Her dick hard again and you knew that she already had an interesting night planned for you now that you riled her up.

#vex writes #twice x reader #twice reactions #myoui mina x reader #myoui mina #myoui mina smut #twice smut #smut

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rosiehrs · 10 months

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all i know | mina

summary ; after you admitted that you had fallen in love with her, her fears took over and she left. you reflect on your last encounter, not knowing that she really did love you.

pairing ; myoui mina x fem!reader

content ; non idol!au, commitment issues, mina js lies a shit ton, lots of swearing, hinted trauma from past relationships, self-destructing thoughts(?), lots and lots of self doubt grr idk

genre ; angst

word count ; 2.1k

a/n ; none of this makes sense and its all over the place i apologise, but this has been in my drafts for TWO YEARS and i needed to FINISH IT. so enjoy anyway :p

the smell of warm coffee met your senses as you wrapped your hands around the warm cup in your hand. you looked around the small café you were sitting in, seeing the different types of people crowded into a small, but comfortable space.

a small smile spread across your face as your eyes landed on a small family, the couple leaning into each other happily as they watched their son make a mess with the chocolate donut in his hands. the mother reached over the table to wipe her son’s face while her husband smiled at them in awe. he grabbed his child and placed him on his lap, planting a kiss on his messy face then turning to his wife. he said something to her before placing his lips onto hers lovingly.

although you were across the room from them and couldn’t hear their voices, you knew what he said.

he said, i love you.

unknowingly, a single tear dropped down your face. you wiped it off subtly as you took your eyes off of the family. that. that was all you wanted. to be with the person you loved and with the person your love created.

you knew who you wanted that with. and she knew too, but to your dismay - she didn't want the same thing. but you loved her anyway. you sat there, thinking about her. what she looked like, how she sounded, how she felt. you nearly forgot–is what you wanted to say. but did you really? is she not all you think about? how does one forget everything you’ve been through?

every laugh, every word, every tear, every touch, every kiss you shared. no matter how hard you tried, you could never forget the time you were able to spend with her.

but no. it was nothing but a distant memory.

at least that’s what it was to mina.

she made your heart so full, yet it broke right in her hold. you remembered so much, except you didn’t know whether it were true or whether it was just how you wanted to remember her.

it started off so innocent, so pure, so.. full of love. the one thing mina wasn’t good at. but with you, everything was easier, the breeze was a little cooler, her coffee tasted a little sweeter, and her heart was definitely the fullest it had ever been.

the both of you spent months together, yet you weren’t together. regardless, nothing could break the bond you two had. you were in love, and you were so sure she was too. but when you finally shared it out loud, that’s when it all fell apart.

a dry laugh left her throat, staring at you as if you had said the stupidest thing. "you're joking. you can't be serious.” she paused, her expression dropping. “are you serious?"

"is it really so hard to believe that i'm in love with you? mina, you know that i've been in love with you. and i know you love me, too."

"no, no, don't say that shit to me. don't fucking say that shit to me. this wasn’t supposed to happen. you know this wasn’t supposed to happen.” she spat, getting off of your occasionally shared bed. “mina–”

“don’t fucking say my name!” she yelled, causing you to flinch and immediately stop talking. her hands were eagerly holding her head and she looked like she was going to break down. “don’t say my name, don’t look at me–just.. don’t fucking do anything. please.”

each word that left her mouth was a cry for help, but at the time you didn't see that. you couldn’t see that. you were petrified, but unfortunately you didn’t know she was, too. mina knew this was going to happen one day, and she dreaded it with her whole heart. of course she could see the love between the two of you. you were right, the both of you were in love. but mina knew she couldn’t admit that to herself, never mind admitting it to you.

the second she would give in to the truth, to how she loves you, the wall she spent so long building– would come crashing down in a heartbeat. and she couldn’t afford that. she wouldn’t survive that, especially if you were to rummage through the rubble just to rip her heart out of her chest. but you wouldn’t, you couldn’t. she knew that, god, she knew you would never do anything to hurt her. slowly and surely, over the time you’ve spent together she had been slowly tearing it down and letting you in. you made mina want to trust again, to love again. excluding herself, she didn’t want to hurt you. if in the future she does something to break your heart, she would not be able to live with herself. in that very moment, you were everything to her and she would not do a thing to harm you. but she knew never to be so sure about what the future holds.

if she were to lose you, she would never be able to fathom the feeling of love ever again. so she decided for herself, she can’t lose you if she didn’t have you in the first place.

“please, just.. say something. anything.” you pleaded silently, tears streaming down your face as you gripped onto the sheets covering you. “you don’t love me, you can’t love me.”

“why are you trying to tell me how i feel, mina? i do love you, i’ve loved you for so long that you’re all i can think about. i want to spend the rest of my life with you. you’re everything to me, why won’t you just admit that you feel the same?”

“because you don’t know me, y/n. you think you love me, but you don’t. you can’t love me when you don’t know who i am, you don’t know what i’ve been through.”

“i know enough, mina. i’ve been there for you, i’ve seen and helped you through your worst. so don’t say i don’t know you because you’re all i know.”

mina turned her back to you, squeezing her eyes shut to stop the tears from coming out. she hadn’t felt this much pain since the time you first met her. mina was broken. at the time she had no hope for herself and felt unworthy of love. but you came along and proved her wrong. she knew she was going to make the worst mistake of her life, this decision could cost her her happiness,

her sleep–it could cost her you. but before she could do anything, daggers had already shot out of her mouth.

“none of this was real.”

silence.

“is that all you’re going to say?” you asked, feeling weaker than you’d ever been. “no. i can’t tell you i feel the same because i don’t. you weren’t supposed to fall in love with me, y/n. you should have known better.”

you replied with a bitter laugh, “i should’ve known better? do you really expect me to believe that i was just a warm body for those cold winter nights? you realise that i can see right through you, right? how are you forgetting that i’m the person who knows you the most. i can read you like an open book, so why are you hurting the both of us when you know we can be happy together?” you stood up, grabbing her arm–turning her to face you.

after that god awful lie, mina just couldn’t stop them from coming out. it was to protect herself and you, everything she did was to protect the both of you. “y/n, i don’t fucking love you. i don’t feel anything for you. there is no such thing as ‘us’,” she sighs, her tone dripping in frustration. she shakily brushed her hair back, turning away from you once again.

taking a deep breath, she spoke weakly. “i’m gonna go.”

she started quickly collecting her things and dashed through the hallway, in which you eagerly followed right behind her. she placed her hand on the door knob hesitantly. she didn’t want to go. she wanted to stay with you, of course she wanted to stay with you. but the damage was done, she couldn’t turn back anymore. but still, she wanted you to say something, to beg her to stay. to tell her you loved her again. maybe, just maybe then she’d stay. just do it. tell her again how much you love her.

“mina,” you started, vision blurry and voice hoarse. at that point, you just wanted to beg. beg for her not to give up on you. beg for her to have faith in what the two of you had. “why don’t you trust me? i’ve done nothing to make you question me or my intentions. i’ve been nothing but true to you. you know i will be here for you no matter what, so w-why are you doing this?” your voice breaking. mina couldn’t see you, regardless of how much she wanted to turn back and face you–she knew one glance at you would make her stay. but she needed to go.

“i-..” she began, her voice caught in her throat. she couldn’t control her tears anymore, so they fell–almost as quickly as she fell for you. “i can’t be the cause of your pain, y/n. i can’t.”

“you’re already hurting me, mina. once you step out of that door, you would have broken me completely. we can get through this, i don’t fucking understand why you’re doing this!” you screamed, sinking into the floor. you sobbed uncontrollably into your hands, unable to control your emotions. they all washed through you at once and you had never felt a pain this immense in your life. no amount of physical pain could equal up to the agony mina was making you go through.

“whatever you think you’re doing–if you think this is protecting me? you’re fucking stupid. i want you to be with me to protect me, i want you! i just fucking want you, mina!”

mina dropped all of her things and collapsed onto your floor. she cried, gasping out for air. “don’t do this to me, y/n. i can’t be with you. i have to leave before..” she stopped, gasping for air once again. “you have to understand, y/n. i can’t risk it. i can’t be ruined by this, by you. and i can’t ruin you either.”

“are you hearing yourself right now? mina, please just fucking think. you’re only hurting the both of us, we won’t get over this, mina. i’m so fucking serious, please.” you said, reaching out to touch her shoulder. she flinched as she felt your fingertips on her, as if your touch burned her. and in the moment it did, because she knew it would be the last time you would ever touch her.

the longer she stayed in your presence, the more pain she felt. but she knew the longer she’d be away from you, the more she’d suffer. so she had to make a choice and she had to make it quick.

“i can’t, y/n. i just fucking can’t, i’m sorry.” she stood up, finally turning the door knob. “mina, please–!” you begged, trying to reach out to her but she left slamming the door on your face.

and that was the last time you saw mina and the last time you had ever felt an ounce of love. mina’s intent of saving you from pain was the only thing that brought it to you.

she wanted nothing more than to come back, to check in on you, to tell you she loved you. all she wanted to do was tell you how much she loved you, because she left you on the floor thinking that you weren’t worth fighting for. however her fears had controlled her once again and she couldn’t get herself to go anywhere near you. but she saw you in everything she did, every car that passed by, every face she saw, all the clouds in the sky. you thought she had forgotten about you, but you were all she could think about. you’re the first and last thought in her head everyday. she realised not long after she walked out on you that just like you said, you were all she knew. and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t unlearn you.

she couldn't unlearn you daw, ka yati

– o, it's here na @heybeautifulstranger

#mina x reader #myoui mina x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #kpop x reader

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