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ಌ mind games by @jsluvtzu minatozaki sana x fem!reader | college!au, angsty, edgy, emo, MEAN!!!!sana, (sana is very very mean), smut, cursing, degradation, mentions of bullying/humiliation, again mean!sana!! men dni, 3.3k
-when her actions don't match up with her feelings, and you're caught in the middle
ಌ late nights by ^ g!p minatozaki sana x fem!reader | smut!!! really nasty smut!!!!!, somnophilia, breeding kink, honestly no plot, men dni, 2k
-you get a taste of her version of an after-party
ಌ drunk in u by @lezbianchae g!psana x fem!reader | smut, 1.6k
-sana is drunk on your love
ಌ 'my senses move at the smallest movement'. by @nr1chaedickrider minatozaki sana x reader | smut
-your bedroom is silent, the only sound is lips kissing eachother and soft moans as you lazily make out.
ಌ my celebrity crush by @melpomene-writes minatozaki sana x fem!reader | fluff, smut
-you are so gay. as if there has ever been any doubt about that.
ಌ home minatozaki sana x fem!reader
-"darling?"
ಌ safe space by @soulkeeper801 sana x idol!f!reader | angst? fluff/comfort, 1.6k
“so the group is stopping all activities that were ready for the rest of the year.”
ಌ out of nowhere by ^ minatozaki sana & fem!reader
-where you are an idol who happens to come across sana.
ಌ a thing by ^ minatozaki sana x fem!reader | fluff
-sana and reader are aware of each others feelings towards one another but aren’t officially dating. they’re out with the group one day and one of the members mentions her going on a date with someone else(which reader didn’t know about). reader ends up leaving while sana runs after her and tries to explain herself.
ಌ kiss me by @miinatozakiii minatozaki sana x fem!reader | fluff, suggestive
-drabble of kisses with sana, you can't get enough of her.
ಌ full of you by ^ minatozaki sana x fem!reader | pure fluff
-sleepy girlfriend, tired girlfriend, girlfriends sleepy together, girlfriends tired together.
ಌ he’s been probably lying by @ghostykapi minatozaki sana & fem!reader | angst
-sana has been, and will always be your soulmate. she doesn’t know that though.
ಌ twice reactions to accidentally finding the engagement ring you were gonna give to them by ^ twice x reader
-twice girls finding the engagement ring you're going to give them and how they would react?
ಌ backstage by @sharksupermacy sana minatozaki x yoo! reader | fluff, reader being terrible at directions, confusion, reader is a 98' liner, not nayeon being a little bit delusional
-apparently your sister didn't tell everybody about you
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sharksupermacy · 7 months
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backstage
backstage - sana x yoo! reader
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synopsis: apparently your sister didn't tell everybody about you
genre: fluff, reader being terrible at directions, confusion, reader is a 98' liner, not nayeon being a little bit delusional
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it was nice attending an american university. new friends, different culture, even a fun new language to learn. you were attending harvard for your doctorate in archaeology. you had always loved the discovery of things even when you were very young having those little dig kits when you were a kid.
remembering how after a successful "dig" your mom would always yelling at you when you had end up making a mess in the living room. even when one of your sisters had time they would take you to the local park with you having a shovel and bucket in hand trying to find the buried treasure in the sand pits.
you had formed a bond between all four of you were all tight knit, cheering each other and beaming when seeing their dream being achieved. when your eldest sister had made her actress debut in i love lee tae-ri all of your family gathered in the living room watching the episode debut. or when your entire family showing up when jeongyeon had been announced to make her debut in twice, your elder sisters faces all covered in tears when holding up the banners you had all made. you just smiling at your confident older waiting for the other announcements of other members. even your second eldest sister when she had graduated all your sibling had attend even you who had school during that time but nonetheless you were all there supporting one another.
it was the same when you had told your sister you were going abroad to america to go to havard on a partial-scholarship. facetiming your eldest sister and nayeon who was with jeongyeon when you broke the news to both of them. all of them supporting your decision to go abroad to study archaeology making you promise to them that you would return every summer to visit them.
you would always your honour your promise with your family always returning every summer for two months. you had even gotten your work visa in the us, allowing you to get a job at a local skate shop wanting to not just rely on your family money in the us.
so when your sister had annouced that she was going on tour in the usa you knew that you just had to go. so when the concert dates and locations dropped you found out the nearest one which was the just 3 hours away. so like any reasonable person you decided to use some of the money you had earned the year prior before to buy VIP tickets to your sister concert and then tell her you couldn't go.
suprise, suprise, your sister was dissapointed to say the least but she had understood. however the shock on her face after realizing that you were standing in the front row and had tricked her into believing that you were not going was worth it. you weren't really revealed to the public, so it wasn't really a shock that barely any of the twice member knew you as you were never presented the option to meet them that much. but the other member you enjoyed going into shock was nayeon as you and her were close to her often meeting with her and jeongyeon to go shopping when you were in korea.
as the concert was drawing to the close each member had a speech dedicated at the end the ones that had resonated with you the most was sana saying how hard it was being away from home and grateful she was surrounded by people who helped her. then of course, your sister speech about how grateful about how onces and even one of her siblings could join her today as she had face of gratefulness looking out to the audience in your direction. the onces around you had started looking around as you pulled out your camera to take a picture of your sister crying for blackmail later.
soon the concert had ended and the audience slowly filed out you sat there because you had received a text from your sister telling you to wait at your seat so that a manager could get you. you talk and chatted with the security guard when there was very few people left just mainly clean up crew, and 2 or 3 people still waiting to get into a line. you see manager-unnie approaching you telling the security guard you had go and thanked him for being so chill to let you stick around for a bit longer.
manager unnie was another person who knew you as she had seen you multiple times while dropping jeongyeon and nayeon off at cafe to meet you. she told you to take off your pass and handed you a new staff one as you both chatted about random things while heading down to the change room. waiting outside the room for a bit while the manager-unnie went in to check if it was good to come in. coming back out to invite you in, the person you see is jeongyeon with her arms wide open as you hugged her with nayeon seeing the both of you and hugging you.
"uh... mind to explain what is going on here manager unnie," sana whispered wondering why two of her member was hugging and crying into a random staff.
"oh! did jeongyeon never told you? thats y/n her sibling." manager unnie said a bit confused as she had thought jeongyeon had told the entire group about you.
"wait the abroad one?" jihyo stated a bit louder than she intended getting the other member attention who were on their phone only realizing that there was a stranger hugging thier member.
"yep. have you guys never met her before?" manager unnie turned around at the other twice members who she knew was listening. half of them turn away from sheer embarrassment of being caught but still shook her head to respond no. but sana no she looked back at the two oldest seeing jeongyeon crying into something she hadn't seen very often. huh. she's pretty. was the observation sana had made seeing two of her members crying into the taller frame.
the two removed themselves from y/n finally deciding they had enough of hugging the younger. "guys, this is my sibling who studies abroad y/n," she said as she pointed in your direction, making you wave towards the 7 pairs of watching eyes.
"she's my sibling too," nayeon started trying to start a fake argument with jeongyeon as both yoos laughed at the statement as nayeon pouted.
the older members dragged y/n towards their members, both knowing that if they wouldn't do it, their sibling never would.
you were pulled toward the person who drew you in the most.
"hey, i'm sana," were the words she had said.
"i'm y/n," you smiled back towards her. then there you found the missing treasure: who knew your sister was hiding you from her and vice versa.
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a/n: just a short one this time. THE WAY THAT FUNNY VALENTINE ACTUALLY HAS A GRIP ON ME. anyways, i might post some angst soon...
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glazedyam · 7 months
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Wet Dreams — Sana x Fem!Reader [SMUT]
WC: 4.6 k
Warnings: SMUT, fingering. slight SaTzu, SaiDa and slight Momo x Reader if you squint.
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You woke up from a deep slumber, but not from one of those where you wake up well rested and fresh, it was one of those times where you fall asleep on the couch and wake up sweaty and disoriented, with your mouth dry and your eyes out of focus.
You stood up and tried to guide yourself around the darkness of the house where the TWICE members lived, sometimes bumping into walls and corners.
You looked around the table for your phone, and saw that it was 2 AM; The other members had all gone to sleep by now— probably. 
Yet, there was something that felt… off. 
You couldn’t place it, but there was something going on that made a pit in your stomach form. 
You had always been like this, even in your trainee days, you always had the ability to feel when things were wrong, like when you were about to be eliminated from SIXTEEN, alongside Momo, you could somehow feel it in you.
So you decided that, this time, it was best to simply sleep on it. Tomorrow you would find out what it was that had made you feel this way.
You walked down the hallway towards your room, but suddenly stopped as you heard a giggle.
You looked at one of the rooms, and saw light coming from under the door. You then noticed the purple and pink decorations on the door
What is Sana doing awake at this hour? — You thought.
You went to knock on the door, but before you could do it a shot of adrenaline ran through your body. That feeling of uneasiness was back. 
Instead of bothering Sana, you decided to look through the lock in the door, and then…
What?
— Oh… God yes~ — Sana moaned as she played with her nipples, occasionally biting her lip, suppressing small moans coming out of her mouth. She grabbed at her breasts, massaging them, trying her best to bring as much pleasure to herself as she could.
She started licking at her fingers, and moved them to her wet folds, gathering up her syrupy wetness and gladly sucking it up, tasting herself. As to not waste time, she began working on her clitoris, playing with it and massaging it.
All the while she moaned and moved around, gripping the bed sheets and moaning even louder than before.
—Fuck me! Fuck your Unnie until she comes! — She grit her teeth, her climax was making her say things to herself, or maybe, she was imaginig someone fucking her right now. —God, I- I’m going to- —
Sana screamed as her climax downed on her, making her vision go white, her ears ring and her feet curl deliciously. She let go of the bed sheets, resting her sore muscles. She breathed deeply each time to take a breath, humming in content. 
—Haa…Haa…— she breathed out, panting, sequels of her climax still affecting her. 
Sana got out of the bed and walked towards the door, opening it, revealing a girl sitting in the darkness.
—Did you enjoy yourself, (Y/N)?~ — She purred playfully, putting a hand over her mouth, covering her smile.
Sana looked her up and down, from the girl’s frowning face to her hips, where she observed (Y/N)’s naked cunt, to her legs where her pants and panties sat.
— Looks like you enjoyed it a bit too much~ — Sana let out a little laugh. —Well, I’m glad you liked it. — She said honestly.
Sana smiled at the youngest members’ shyness. Even after so many years of being hardened by the industry, she still was that shy girl that blushed and hid her face whenever something embarrassing happened to her.
— Take this as a gift to remember me. — She put a hand to her folds, gathering her wetness on her index and middle finger. She then stuck them in your mouth, taking you by surprise. — Tasty, right? —
You nodded, licking her fingers clean. 
You woke up with a gasp. You looked around frantically, your eyes slightly out of focus, slowly, your vision became less grainy, and far clearer. 
Ah, of course, it was all a dream.
A wet dream. 
You couldn’t be serious right now… a wet dream about one of your members? One of your friends? 
You felt disgusted with yourself. 
You felt so guilty to have dreamed about something so… dirty. 
Your thoughts were interrupted by Jeongyeon, who came to your room to wake you up so you all could go to practice.
—Momo Unnie! Hwaiting! — Jihyo shouted at the top of her lungs. 
—(Y/N)! You can beat her! — Dahyun’s voice could be heard from the crowd.
Then, the music began, and both you and Momo began dancing like your lives depended on it. Momo’s dancing was strong and stylish, anyone could tell she had been dancing to urban music for years. Meanwhile, your dancing was more compact and aesthetically pleasing; no one could take their eyes off you, resulting from the years of learning girl group choreographies. Anyways, both of you were skillful and enjoyed yourselves while doing it, so it earned you both the title of TWICE’s Main Dancers. And, of course, right now, you were enjoying the attention from all the members.
After a few minutes, the music had stopped along with Momo, but since you were so concentrated, you didn’t realize it, and in an attempt to do something to impress the others, you tried to add a spin to the choreography. But, as you tried to execute it, you had tripped Momo, who, as she was falling, grabbed onto your shirt, pulling you down alongside her, resulting in you falling on top of her.
You closed your eyes, bracing for impact, but felt something soft under your body, and realized what had happened. You opened your eyes and came face to face with Momo, whose eyes were wide open. 
You tried to move, but felt pain in your ankle, and you would have cried out in pain, if it wasn’t for the fact that your lips were brushing against Momo’s. She could feel the softness of your pinkish-red lips, and you felt her minty breath coming from her partly opened mouth. 
A blush made its way towards her face, covering her cheeks and her ears in red.
—Sorry… — You stuttered, quickly standing up. Momo stood up and dusted invisible dust off of herself, she then looked at you. 
—Ah, Momo-Unnie, are you hurt anywhere? I fell pretty hard on you. — You grabbed her shoulder, checking for bruises around her arm.
—It’s okay, no need to worry yourself. — She waved her hands around, a reddish tint to her face. She quickly put her hands behind her back. 
—(Y/N), are you okay? — The members swarmed you, making sure you didn’t sprain something in time for the next comeback. 
From the corner of your eye, you saw Sana getting out of the practice room, which seemed weird. You shook your head slightly, thinking that maybe she just needed to use the bathroom. Tzuyu seemed to notice, and said.
—I need to wash my face. — 
But, contrary to your belief, Sana didn’t go because of that.
Sana splashed the faucet’s cold water on her face, trying her best to make the blush in her cheeks go away, but no matter what she did, she still thought back to your face against Momo’s, how her lips brushed against yours, and how warm and soft your body must have felt against hers…
She shook her head.
—Pull yourself together, girl. — She said to herself, pointing to her reflection in the mirror in front of the sink.
—Yeah, I’m with you on that one. — A voice coming from outside the bathroom said.
Sana let out a gasp, but felt herself ease up as she saw it was only Tzuyu there.
—Tzuyu, don’t do that, you scared me! — Sana put a hand to her chest, feeling her rapidly beating heart.
—I came here to check on you. — Tzuyu said flatly, putting her hands together. — But it seems that you’re worse than I thought. — She smiled. 
—What is that supposed to mean?  — Sana stuttered. 
—You know what I mean… — The brown haired woman said, the smile in her face became sly, not as friendly as it was before.
—I… — Sana hesitated, but a sudden wave of confidence came to her, so she decided to finally admit it. —Yeah, I know. I’m a disaster. — She put her head down in shame and self-pity.
Tzuyu came inside the bathroom and saw the scene of self-pity in front of her. Her playful demeanor changed to that of sadness for her friend, and she decided it was time for Sana to let go of the unusual shyness, and simply confront the problem.
—You should talk to her, you know? It will make you feel a thousand times better. — Tzuyu was sure that what she was saying was the advice of the century, so she was surprised when Sana looked at her with a “What the hell are you saying?” expression on her face. 
—Yeah, that’s so easy for you to say. People are easy to you, Tzuyu. — That was true. Tzuyu might be an introvert, but she always knew how to read people. 
—Well, it’s because they are. You just need confidence to talk to everyone. Be kind and friendly and they will be kind and friendly back to you. — She said optimistically. 
—It’s not that easy, Tzu. — Sana said in defeat.
—Come on! It’s (Y/N) we’re talking about here. She’s such a baby, still. You just need to talk to her about it, and I’m sure she’ll correspond. — 
Sana didn’t know if Tzuyu was being for real, or if she was humoring her, so that’s why she decided to stop arguing, a thing that Tzuyu took as an invitation to continue speaking.
—Don’t mess it up, that’s all. You know that she’ll never forgive you if you do. —
And that was all that she needed to say to make a pit form in Sana’s stomach.
—ONCE! WE LOVE YOU! — Jihyo screamed towards the camera that the manager had passed to her. The small woman seemed to never run out of air.
They had just finished a dance performance for the Dance The Night Away video clip, and they were really tired, except you and Jihyo, as you were always so energetic, even after a performance.
—I don’t know how you guys do it… I’m beat! — Jeongyeon said as soon as they got to the greenroom, plopping down into a seat.
—Jeongyeon, you need to work on your stamina! — Jihyo said, taking on the leader persona. — You should try exercising more, it really helped me. — She advised.
—Hey, come on, you don’t even dance that well! — Jeongyeon retaliated, Jihyo faked being offended, putting her hand to her chest and opening her mouth in a silent gasp.
—Hey! I was almost the Main Dancer in 6Mix! — 
As the leader and the second oldest member continued to argue in the background, you were enjoying a plate of tteokbokki that the manager had brought you. You began eating the chewy rice cakes when someone sat down next to you. It was Sana. She looked beautiful in her summer dress with the off shoulder white top and the flowy baby-blue skirt. She had her brown hair in a bun, which made her look fresh and elegant.
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—(Y/N), would you do me a favor? — Sana asked. You nodded, mouth full of spicy sauce.
—Could you please help me unbutton this top? I need to change for the next scene. — Sana started walking towards the bathroom, and you followed suit. 
Inside the changing room Sana started undressing in front of youu, which prompted you to turn around and look to another place, avoiding looking at your Unnie in her underwear.
—Hehe~ (Y/N), you don’t have to do that. We’re friends, remember?  — She said, you could tell she was smiling from her voice.
—Well, I just… — You stammered. — Don’t wanna make you uncomfortable. — You murmured, unsure if Sana heard.
She hummed, and started putting on her new clothes. 
Even if you knew most of the TWICE members liked girls, you still went out of your way to treat them with the utmost respect when it came to situations where they needed to change in front of you. You didn’t want to be seen as the “creepy lesbian who likes her friends” stereotype.
—Help me put this skirt on. — You looked back and saw Sana in her underwear, and immediately blushed like a mad woman, but instead of succumbing to the embarrassment, you decided to push through and help Sana so you could leave once and for all.
You grabbed the skirt and unzipped it, helping Sana get her legs inside it. When she put her left leg inside it, you were hit with the smell of the most delicious perfume someone had ever had the pleasure to come across. 
Ah, Sana likes to collect body mists and soaps, of course she would smell like candy. — You thought. 
It seemed you were staring at her too much, so she decided to ask:
—Do you like my underwear? — 
—What? — You looked at her, dumbfounded. 
—It was a gift from Dahyun. She has a really good taste for things like these. —
—Ah, I didn’t know Dahyun Unnie was very good when it comes to gift-giving. — You said.
—You know what else she’s good at? — Sana didn’t give you any moment to ask, she just answered, — Kissing. 
—Sana Unnie! — You freaked out, and tried to pry your hands away from her, but she was resilient. Sana was laughing, while you were as red as a traffic light. What you didn’t know is that Sana was delighted with it. — How do you know that? — You were incredibly curious about how she had come to know such things about Dahyun Unnie.
—Back when we were trainees, she would go out with a lot of different girls, just as a way of trying to figure out what she liked, and I remember talking to some of them. Apparently Dahyun is very talented with her lips. — She said.
—Well, I guess- —
—And with her tongue. — Sana added.
—Unnie! — You squealed again, this time you laughed along with Sana.
—I’m serious! It’s what they said! — She smiled at her Maknae, you.
—Sana Unnie, stop! I’m going to die of embarrassment due to you. — You said, putting your hand on top of your heart.  
—Well, I just wanted to make you laugh. — She said, genuinely. 
—Ah, I always laugh with you. — You gave her a small smile. Your eyes were sparkling with joy, feeling comfortable with your Unnie. You stared at each other's eyes for a few moments, contemplating Sana’s deep chocolate-like eyes, losing yourself in them, slowly, as if you were in a trance. 
— Don’t look at me like that. —  Sana suddenly sounded serious.
— Like what? —  You asked.
— Like you want me to kiss you. —  She said flatly.
You stared at each other for a few seconds more, as you couldn’t believe what had just come out of Sana’s mouth. The eye contact wasn’t uncomfortable, as she wasn’t even conscious of her actions at that moment. 
Subconsciously, your hand traveled far up, touching Sana’s thighs, almost in a loving manner. You didn’t stop looking at each other in the eyes all the while it took you to stand up and position your face near Sana’s.
She leaned in, staring at the Maknae’s pink lips and wondered how soft they were. She wanted to close the space between them so badly, but, right before she made up her mind, someone opened the door, which made her distance herself from your face.
—Hey, both of you, the director said to come out. — Nayeon interrupted both of you.
You came out to the scene, which this time was a beach covered in sand. The sand was fake so it didn’t bother you walking barefooted on it. You were supposed to be sitting next to a bush of fake flowers and looking at them for food, as in the MV’s storyline, you all were trapped on a deserted island. 
When the director yelled cut, the members began playing around the scenario, but you decided it was time to rest from all the dancing, so you sat down on the comfortable sand, and began staring at the ceiling, looking at all the studio lights which cast warmth down to you, almost simulating the Sun.
You were still thinking back to that conversation with Sana, and how it ended. It played again and again in your head, making you feel like it was going to explode. You stared at the sky and continued to think about it. 
Whenever you thought about Sana, your mind seemed to jump straight to inappropriate things, like… holding her soft hands. 
Yes, you liked Sana, but only as a friend…
…Right?
At a certain moment, you felt someone sit down by you in the sand.
—Hey, (Y/N), look. — Momo said, grabbing onto a small hermit crab. 
—Kinda looks like you, doesn’t it? — She laughed. You playfully pushed her.
—Why? — You smiled.
—Well, it’s kinda shy, so it hides in its shell, but it’s really pretty. — Momo said, her smile widening for a second.
—Wha- — You blushed. —No, — You began stuttering. — I don’t- I’m not- Thank you, Unnie. — You looked away, hiding your reddened cheeks. Momo could only laugh. 
Meanwhile, they were being observed by a certain brown haired woman.
You didn’t know what was going on, but you could feel that something was wrong.
Over the past few weeks, Sana had been ignoring you and you didn’t know why.
You had tried everything, but she just didn’t seem to want to talk to you, or to even look at you. You were lucky if she even spared a glance your way.
It made you feel as if you were back at highschool again, where everyone made it their job to ignore you and to leave you out of everything despite you being nothing but a sweetheart to them. 
So, you decided to do what you did back then, ignore it. Ignore it until you saw the opportunity to solve the problem. 
Right now, they were at MCountdown for a presentation, so you needed to be in the best mood possible, since the song was very upbeat. But, even if you were busy, you decided to go ask someone you knew had the answer to the problem: Mina.
Before you needed to go up to the scenario, you went up to Mina and striked a friendly conversation. 
— Unnie, do you know why Sana Unnie is ignoring me? —  You said morosely. 
—Huh? —  She looked genuinely confused. 
— Yeah, ever since the day we recorded the last part of the MV for Dance The Night Away, she’s been ignoring me, and… I don’t know, it’s weird. — You confessed.
— Well, Did something happen between you two? —  
—No! — You realized you had raised your voice, and quickly your shoulders sank. — No, I don’t think so… — 
—Well, recall anything that might have happened that day.—
— Umm…. — You started fidgeting with the hem of your skirt. — You see, when I was sitting in the sand, Momo Unnie came up to me and said I was pretty, so- —  
— She said you were pretty?  — Mina asked, her eyes wide.
— Yeah… is that weird? —  You  asked, genuinely confused.
— No! Not at all! —  She waved her hands around, almost dismissing the Maknae’s concerns. 
— Well, then why is Sana Unnie ignoring me? —  your eyes sparkled as you wanted to cry, thinking you had offended one of your unnies in some way, but what Mina saw were your little eyes, almost begging her for an answer, so, unintentionally, she began saying.
— It’s because she like- — 
— Hey, it’s (Y/N), right? —  A male voice came from behind them.
You turned and saw a tall man with prince-like features. 
— Sorry to bother you, I know you must be incredibly busy, but I just wanted to ask… can I have your number? —  He said. 
— Umm… —  you put your hands in front of yourself, trying to hide from the handsome stranger.
— Right! um, I’m Wooyoung. —  He said, scratching his head. —  I’m from a group called ATEEZ, I don’t know if you’ve heard of us. —  He smiled shyly. — But, I’ve been your fan since you debuted, you could say I’m a ONCE. —  He confessed.
— Oh! —  So that was it, he was a fan. — Well, I don’t know about my number. I don’t usually give my number to ONCE. —  you joked.
— You see, the number isn’t for fan talk, it’s more for… love talk? —  He meant to say it as a statement, but it sounded more like a question.
You didn’t know how to react. No guy had ever asked you for your number, so it’s not like you were used to this happening. Sure, you were used to ONCE’s weird comments, like “Step on me” and “Marry me” but this was different. This was someone who worked in the same industry as you, who had the same status as you.
— Well… — 
— She’s not interested. —  A voice came from behind you, and soon, you felt soft hands on your shoulders, but these soft hands squished your shoulders strongly, as if they were trying to not let you go.
— Woah! I never expected to meet the Sana Minatozaki in person! — Wooyoung said.
— Well, I don’t think you should ask our Maknae for her number, since she’s taken after all. —  Sana said, a fake smile on her features. — Tell him, (Y/N) — 
— Yeah! I’m taken! —  you said without hesitation.
— A-Ah! I’m sorry, I didn’t know. —  Wooyoung bowed to you two several times, making sure to let the others know he didn’t mean to offend any of the girls by what he had asked for. Soon enough, he went away with his group and left you guys alone.
— You need to learn how to deal with guys like that. —  Sana said to you. 
— Sana, don’t you think you were too hard on him? —  Mina asked her fellow J-Line member.
— Nope~ — Sana smiled at Mina and winked. The short haired woman could only sigh as she had to deal with Sana’s antics. Mina went away with her arms crossed, not wanting to be involved in that situation any further.
— Unnie, thanks. — You said. She looked at you with a certain something in her eyes, something you couldn’t tell what it was. She quickly retracted her hands to your sides, as if she realized she had done something inappropriate. 
— Yeah, don’t thank me. I was just helping. —  She said, going away just like Mina, leaving you  alone to think about what had just happened.
It was already night time when the members decided to celebrate and go out for drinks. Everyone got ready, well, everyone except you and Sana, who you had convinced to stay with you for the night, watching movies.
—Come Oooon, Unnie! — you whined, dragging Sana to your room. 
—I’m coming, I’m coming. —She said. 
As soon as Sana got in the room, you closed the door
—I didn’t drag you here to watch movies. — You confessed.
—Huh? Then why…? — Sana trailed off.
—I wanted to talk to you. In a serious way. — You clarified. You started to fidget with the hem of her shirt. 
—A-About what? — Sana tried to hide her nervousness, but she failed, stuttering.
—Why have you been ignoring me? — You asked, pouting.
— I– I haven’t. I just- needed some time to think. — 
You didn’t know why, but you were frustrated. Your unnie had been ignoring you for a long time, making you think that she was angry at you. How could she just let you think that?
The atmosphere in the room felt… odd, so Sana pushed you to the bed.
—Ahh, unnie, what are you doing? — 
—You look really cute when you pout. It just makes me want to kiss you. — 
—Huh? What? — Your eyes widened as those words left Sana’s mouth.
—Can I kiss you, (Y/N)? — Sana said, her hair covering her face, making you unable to see the blush on her face.
Your mouth fell open, only for you to nod slowly. 
Sana slowly approached her face to yours, closing the space between you both, finally tasting your lips; They tasted like strawberries.
Your lipgloss had stuck to Sana’s lips, which prompted her to lick her lips, tasting it. 
—(Y/N), do you want to be my girlfriend? — She asked out of the blue. 
—Yes, — You answered breathlessly. —Yes, I want to. —
—I’m glad. — She breathed out. She sounded like she was about to cry.
She continued to kiss you deeply, until you felt her hands get closer to your chest, grabbing at your breasts, softly squishing them. 
—Ahh, — A soft moan escaped your mouth as you felt her hands begin to play with your breasts. 
—Do you want me to continue? —She asked. You nodded, a blush on your cheeks.
Her hands continued descending, until she played at the hem of your pants, and pulled them down with your help. She then began playing with your clothed clit, toying with it in a circular motion, eliciting more moans from you, which rose in volume from time to time, but she shut you up with her mouth.
They continued to kiss more and more, leaving a red trail of lipgloss and hickeys in your neck and collarbone. Then you switched her over so she was under you, now it was your turn to make her feel good.
You took her top off, along with her bra, and began licking at sucking at her nipples, sometimes biting her, getting some whimpers and moans out of her. You removed her underwear and her skirt in one swift go.
—I want to- I want to make you feel good. — She said, her voice consumed in lust.
—Maybe later, Sha. For now, — You stopped fondling her breasts with your tongue, and kneeled in front of her, carefully parting her legs, revealing her aching cunt. — I want to enjoy you~ —
You started moving your tongue around Sana’s folds, tasting her cum. As to not waste time, you began working on her clitoris, sucking on it and licking at it like you were starved.
All the while she moaned and moved around, gripping the bed sheets and moaning even louder than before.
She grit her teeth, her climax was making her moan louder and louder. —I’m gonna– I’m gonna–  —
Sana screamed as her climax downed on her, making her vision go white, her ears ring and her feet curl deliciously. She let go of the bed sheets, resting her sore muscles. She breathed deeply each time to take a breath, humming in content. 
— Are you okay, Unnie? — You asked, concerned for her well being.
— Are you kidding me? That was the best sex I’ve ever had. — She confessed.
—Mmm, is that so? — The Maknae smiled a little. But Sana could hear the pride in those words, so she hugged her, sticking her breasts against your back, her breasts felt wet, probably from the previous fondling. 
—Now, now, don’t get too cocky. — She kissed your cheek lovingly, as a way of congratulating you for the good work. 
You stood up and walked towards your bathroom door. —Unnie, I’m going to take a bath, are you coming? — 
—Are you saying you want to take a bath with me? — She teased, her smile evident in her voice. 
—Maybe~ — You said, a blush making its way to your cheeks. 
—Let’s go~— 
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alcoholfreenayeon · 2 months
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WHAT IF you are at a bar or something and Sana and Miyeon come to entice you back to their place 😈😈 (sana and miyeon x male reader) 🤭🤭
A/N: It’s finally done bestie, hope you enjoy🤭!
I want that
CW: male!reader x Sana and Miyeon, NSFW, Smut, somewhat hardcore, hint of fluff.
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You were sitting alone at the booth, your glass empty and watching the tv, some soccer game going on but you weren’t really paying attention. Feeling someone gaze at you every now and then, it was the average day at the bar, not too crowded but you wouldn’t say it’s empty either. Your friends had left a few minutes earlier because they all had some reason or the other. Work, partners, whatever. It didn’t matter though, you liked your own company at times, it gave you some time to reflect on things.
As you contemplated between going home or having another drink, you were interrupted when someone asked if they could sit with you. Looking up at the person, you saw an absolute goddess, she was easily one of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. You were too much in awe to reply but the girl just politely smiled and took your lack of objection as a yes and sat down.
“You don’t mind if my friend joins right?”, she asked sweetly.
“Uh, no”, you replied still awestruck when you turned to look at the friend and nearly fell out of your chair. Like the first girl was absolutely stunning but her friend, god you found her so irresistibly beautiful. Your mouth open while she sat down.
“I’m Sana and this is Miyeon”, the first girl introduced.
“h-hi, ahem, Hey, I’m Y/N”, you replied, losing your voice for a second.
The girls giggled and smiled prettily at you. They seemed really calm yet somewhat excited while you were losing composure like anything, you couldn’t even decide which one of them to look at. Somehow you managed to not seem like a complete idiot and weirdo and made some conversation.
Everything was going smoothly over the next few minutes, you were even managing to gain some confidence when felt something brush your foot and then saw Miyeon glance at you for a second, her cheeks slightly flushed before she looked away, smiling. You suddenly realized your own heart was beating quickly for some reason and cleared your throat trying to calm yourself down.
“Do you wanna come with us?”, Miyeon asked out of the blue, suppressing a smile. Sana giggled and gave her a nudge.
You felt dumbstruck, was this a joke? What did they mean by that because you totally thought you were interpreting that in a few different ways, all of which seemed greatly appealing but you couldn’t help but also think that maybe you didn’t understand what Miyeon asked. “Uhm…what?”, you choke, not knowing how to respond.
“I don’t live very far from here, the bar will close soon, maybe we can continue our…fun over there”, she said innocently batting her eyes at you while smiling so prettily.
Now, you’ve definitely heard of people getting killed like this but surely this was not the case, like seriously there’s no way these beautiful girls were some sort of deranged psychopaths after your kidneys or something. Your brain was practically shouting at you to proceed with caution but your heart whispered oh so convincingly that this was heading exactly where you never in your wildest dreams would have imagined. Unfortunately for your brain, your heart had you sold and any thoughts to take caution fell on deaf ears.
“Oh that sounds great, but I can’t drive since I’ve had a few drinks”, you manage, you could feel adrenaline pumping through your body as you thought of all the possibilities.
“That’s ok, we can just take a Uber, that’s okay with you right?”, Sana offered.
Sitting between the two girls in car, you wonder what you’d done to be so lucky. However, your thoughts are interrupted when you feel Sana put her hand on your knee before slowly starting to pull it upwards, onto your thighs, teasingly.
You freeze, not knowing how to react, understandably so and that’s when Sana leans in and whispers, “Does this excite you?”
You nearly whimpered and just as you are about to turn towards her, Miyeon’s voice stops you, “Unnie! You are so greedy, you can’t have all his attention.”
Before the words even sink in, you feel Miyeon grab your cheeks with both hands and she begins to make out with you sloppily.
This had to be heaven right? Like, surely life can’t get better than this, you think to yourself.
You begin to kiss her back and she seemed surprised for a moment before continuing but with more aggression. At the same time, Sana was practically in your pants and made some cheeky comment probably but you didn’t hear it, you were too engrossed with making out with Miyeon.
This continued for a few minutes before Miyeon pulled back, her cheeks slightly flushed and she was smiling mischievously while Sana was biting her lips and tying up her hair. You were trying to breath normally even though you felt out of breath but you didn’t wanna let the girls know that. Fortunately, before anything else could happen you had arrived at the destination and the three of you got out. You offered to pay but the girls insisted that they would.
“You can give us something else in return”, Sana said leaning towards you, clearing the last doubts of where this night was headed.
You were breathing hard now, as Sana noisily sucked on your tip while looking up at you. After a few moments, she stopped sucking, winked at you and then practically swallowed you all the way to your base. That took you by so much surprise you couldn’t do anything except move your hands on her head, inhaling sharply.
This continued for far less time than you would have liked but you had to make her stop or else she would end up finishing you there. You somehow manage to pull her off and Sana pouts a little but doesn’t complain. You pant and try to reset but before you can completely recover you feel another pair of lips taking in your cock. At this point your heart feels like it could explode. Miyeon struggles to take you as deep as Sana but makes up for it by somehow having more enthusiasm than her wanting to straight up suck the life out of you.
You end up making her stop after a few minutes too and take another few seconds to calm yourself down. It was getting harder and harder to that though, between feeling so desperate for your release and the fact that Miyeon had been kissing you for the past minute.
You become distracted when you see Sana lay on the bed on her stomach and look back at you seductively and you can’t help yourself and you get on top of her, she squeals excitedly when she feels you climb on her, arching her back. You were feeling feral now after being close to cumming twice and weren’t going to go easy at all.
Entering her took both of your breaths away, you sighed shakily, trying to compose yourself while Sana’s eyes stooped dreamily while she bit her lips. She didn’t let you off easily though and almost immediately started to push back against you forcing you to grab her shoulders and hold her down. She giggled at that but that turned into a gasp real quick when you began pounding her hard. She gripped the bedsheets tightly, panting as you filling her repeatedly. It only took you a few minutes of fucking her before you felt her clench and cum, letting out quiet moans as she came.
You smirked, she has been acting really cocky for a while now so it felt good to see her be so helpless now. Giving her only a few moments of rest before you begin pounding her again. You place your hand on her cheek, raising her head a little and to your satisfaction, Sana follows your lead and gently bites your fingers, whimpering as that only drives you to become rougher.
It was becoming harder and harder for you to focus on anything else but you felt Miyeon climb on the bed too, looking at you and Sana somewhat enviously. But you were not able to focus on that for too long. Especially when Sana was whining now as she was getting close to cumming once again which of course made her pussy tighter as she squeezed and clenched. Just when you thought you were about to reach the point of no return, Sana cums and you somehow manage to hold on. Both of you panting hard, a blissful smile on Sana’s face as she was slowly getting down from her high.
You turned to face Miyeon and found her pouting, “Did you really like her so much that you couldn’t even look at me?”
“Uhm….”, you tried to find your words but you had no defense.
“No”, she put a finger on your lips, “Don’t make excuses….if you really want to prove me wrong then do it through your actions”, she said while pulling you on top of her. “If you really mean it, then, Ruin. Me.”.
Those words turned on something inside of you, not that you needed encouragement to fuck her.
Pinning her hands either side of her head, you waste no time and enter her and it was honestly, quite possibly the best sensation you had ever felt. You begin to thrust immediately, ramming as deep as you can each thrust, stretching her slightly. You weren’t sure how long you would be able to last considering you were already quite on edge from Sana and the fact that Miyeon was staring at you so intently didn’t help at all.
At the same time, you felt her fists clench as each thrust was literally seeming to take her breath away. The two of you fucked for…..minutes?….an hour?….you didn’t even know, it felt like a decent amount of time but it wasn’t enough. Like you didn’t want this to ever end. You just wanted to keep fucking her for forever. At some point Miyeon broke through your grip and freed her hands, wrapping it around your shoulders, trying to pull you closer.
You were panting with each thrust now, trying not to cum, aware of how dangerously close you were to your release, ready to pull out any second.
That’s when Miyeon, grabbed your face, staring at you a moment too long and gave you a deep kiss, “Stay in me, don’t pull out, fill me up…please”, she whimpered practically while at the same time wrapping her legs around your waist tightly not giving you much of a choice really. Not that you had any problems with that. You began to pound her faster, both of you moving in perfect rhythm.
That’s when Miyeon cums, managing a strangled gasp as she shakes with pleasure, her convulsions send you over the edge as well and you practically explode inside her, wave after wave of your cum filling her up. As you both came together, it felt euphoric and eternal yet at the same time it also felt like it only lasted for a second. You both were panting heavily, looking at each other and you hesitated a little bit and leant in, kissing her passionately for a few seconds before you pull away. Miyeon blushes a little when you pull away, slowly letting go of you, almost like she wanted to hold on for a bit more.
Sana scoots over, “oh, you both seemed to enjoy it a lot more, Y/N was she really that much better than me?, she said smiling mischievously.
You freeze, glancing at Miyeon who looked like she would slap you if you gave the wrong answer. You fumbled over your words without saying any real answer which caused both girls to giggle which made you realize they were just teasing.
“Well, it’s quite late and us girls need our sleep”, Sana said suddenly, signaling that was time for you to leave. “Especially, after you tired us out so much”, Miyeon added with a giggle.
You were handed your clothes by Miyeon, a bit puzzled because you were pretty sure that’s not where you had left them but maybe you just were lost in your excitement and forgot. Regardless, you bid them goodbye and went on your way.
As you waited at the bus stop, you reflected on everything that just happened. For some reason, your thoughts were lingering back to Miyeon repeatedly. You lie to yourself about why that is, knowing full well the truth but you just felt too proud at the moment to admit it, even if it was to yourself. Luckily for you, the bus approached before you truly lost in your thoughts and feelings.
As you sat, you couldn’t help but feel something squish in your pocket. You search to find a small piece of paper scrunched up, curious, you unscramble it and find a series of numbers. No, a number, a phone number below which was written ‘M’ with a heart next to it. Looking out of the window, you smile to yourself, excited, your heart fluttering, perhaps you are going to have to revisit your feelings sooner than you thought…..
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jsluvtzu · 5 months
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late nights
g!p minatozaki sana x fem!reader
summary: you get a taste of her version of an after-party
cw: smut!!! really nasty smut!!!!!, somnophilia, breeding kink, honestly no plot, men dni
wc: 2k
a/n: wrote this while listening to muse by pnd anddd lemme tell yall… this fic is so muse coded
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you splashed your face with water one last time, pat drying it with a towel.
it was 11:24 pm on a friday night, and you decided to have a self-care night while your girlfriend drank her life away at a work party.
the song you had playing on the bluetooth speaker paused and got replaced with a now blaring ringtone.
you disconnected your phone from the speaker and answered it to hear the one voice you’ve missed all day.
“y/nnnn, my favorite girl everrr, hiiii”, sana’s slurred words and giggly tone filled the ear you held to your phone.
you chuckled at your girlfriend’s cute greeting, wondering how many shots of soju she’s had already.
“hii cutie, you having fun?”
“mmm i guess.. nayeon unnie keeps crying and telling me how pretty i am.”
you hummed and walked into your shared bedroom, switching the call to speakerphone and placing your phone on the bed.
“what’ve you been up to without me?”
“i just finished getting ready for bed, that’s all.”, you missed being able to have some time to yourself, but you missed your girlfriend more.
“yeah? what else did you do?”
you heard shuffling noises and small grunts over the phone, but thought nothing of it as you took your sleep shorts off, sliding into bed with nothing on other than sana’s oversized tee.
“hmm, i cleaned a little, took a nice, hot shower, did a face mask, and-“
sana interrupted your rambling with louder groans and you finally realized what she was doing.
“mhm, keep talking for me baby.”
your cheeks burned up immediately at the thought of sana touching herself to the sound of your voice.
“sana.. aren’t there people around you right now?”
“i’m in a stall love. don’t worry about me, ‘just wanna hear your pretty voice.”
“why don’t you just come home and let me help you? it’ll feel so much better, i promise.”, your mind getting filled with dirtier thoughts by the minute.
“fuck, i can’t baby, not yet. jeongie wants us to play some dumb drinking game.”
you groaned in annoyance and pulled the comforter higher up your body.
“i know, ‘m sorry baby, i’ll be home in an hour or two, okay?”
“mhm, whatever..”, you knew that was a lie. every time sana went out with her coworkers, it would always be an all night thing.
unfortunately, sana got you all needy for her from just one phone call, but she wasn’t there to help you relieve your urges.
you turned to lay on your side and rubbed your thighs together in an attempt to soothe the throbbing pain between your legs.
“shit, i gotta go y/n, just wait for me. i’ll be home soon and make you feel better, yeah?”
reluctantly, you agreed and hung up the phone, placing it on your nightstand and turning on a random show on the tv, putting the volume on low.
the dim light from the living room was the only source of light that shined through your open door, the warm ambience calming you into a state of drowsiness.
you fought with yourself to keep your eyes open in hopes that sana would actually keep her promise and come home at a reasonable time.
that fight ended rather quickly.
several hours had passed when sana finally came home, extremely drunk and horny.
she stumbled her way through the hallways, bumping into anything and everything in sight.
when she got to the doorway of your shared room, she stopped and held the door frame, stabling herself.
she stood there, staring and observing your peacefully sleeping figure.
you were laying stomach faced down and had one leg hanging out of the blanket, ass fully on display for her.
sana pushed herself off the wall and carefully approached the bed, trying her best not to make any noise.
not that it would wake you up anyways, you were always a pretty heavy sleeper.
as she made her way over to you, she kept her eyes locked on your visibly wet pussy, simultaneously slipping out of her leather jacket.
she got close enough to brush her fingers over your ankle all the way up to your waist, and up again to your face, softly caressing your cheek with the side of her finger.
your messy hair covering half your face. your soft, deep breathing and curved figure. you sobered sana up better than a good night’s sleep could.
she had a moment of clarity. never having thoughts any clearer than right now.
she needed to fuck you. just like this.
sana reached her free hand down her crotch to unzip her jeans, fishing her own cock out in hand.
it wasn’t enough to just stand there and stroke herself to the mere sight of you, she needed to use you.
she stood up straight and lifted one leg up and over the bed, clumsily straddling herself over your legs on her knees.
her skinny jeans were limiting her movement, so she pulled them and her boxers further down her thighs, allowing them to pool at her knees.
sana’s cock was hurting at this point, just eager to have your tight walls wrapped around her.
she ran her tip along your puffy folds, collecting your previous arousal on it and mixing it with her leaking precum.
soft moans escaped her lips when she accidentally dipped herself inside you, throwing her head back and biting her lip, relishing the moment.
“fuck y/n, you’ve just been here all wet and ready for me, huh? poor baby must’ve been so tired, she couldn’t even stay up a few more hours.”, sana whispered.
she was mumbling the filthiest things and having a whole conversation with herself.
“i know this is wrong love, i shouldn’t be this hard when i see you laid out like this. lookin’ all pretty for me while you’re sleeping.”
sana slid your shirt up your back as far as she could without lifting your body, losing her grip on reality when she saw the way your back was slightly arched.
“arching for me even in your sleep? fuck baby, you want this. yeah, you were waiting for this. just waiting for me to take advantage of you when you can’t tell me yourself.”
sana rubbed her hands over your ass, gently massaging your flesh.
“ ‘this why you wanted me to come home so bad? so i could fuck you out of your dreams? wake you up with my dick so fucking deep inside your pussy? huh? my pretty girl..”
you let out a small, short grunt, stretching and adjusting your position, still fully asleep.
sana paused her movements in fear that she woke you up before her fun started, but she smiled when she realized you actually had no clue what was going on, subconsciously angling yourself at an even better position for her.
“look at that.. poor needy little thing just begging to be fucked even when she’s unconscious. how cute..”
she tapped her cock up against your clit a couple times before she ran through your slit down to your entrance, inching herself inside.
dragging out her slow thrust, she made sure to feel every single bit of you, taking in how your pussy stretched around her thick, long cock.
she let out a low groan when she hit your cervix, the whole length of her cock disappeared from view.
“shit.. y/n. you take me so fucking well. god, look at you baby.”
she pulled out of you at the same leisurely pace with no struggle, given how wet you already were.
sana lifted up her t-shirt with her left hand, bunching it up just above her breasts, her abs flexing with every breath she took.
her right hand stayed on the small of your back, holding you in place while she teased herself inside of you, thrusting in and out of you painfully slow.
“you feel so good like this, y/n. fuck, you were right. i should’ve just- fuck- came home and let you help me.”
her pace was getting sloppier, words struggling to become coherent.
“still not awake yet, love? better be dreaming of me if you’re sleeping this good.”
sana was closer to cumming than she thought, her neediness getting the best of her.
she leaned over your figure, hands landing on either side of you, lowering herself to fuck you at an insane pace.
“ ‘gna put a fucking baby in this pretty little pussy.”
you heard her voice right in your ear, slightly stirring out of your sleep.
sana moved her hips in an uncoordinated and messy rhythm, her drunkenness still apparent.
her thrusts were heavy, the whole bed shaking when she started fucking into you roughly.
you were almost fully awake now, feeling how full of your girlfriend’s cock you were, moaning lightly at the way sana pushed up against your sweet spot.
“s- sana..”
“aww, is my baby finally up? change your mind?”
sana stopped and waited for your approval, or any sign that you were genuinely uncomfortable.
“no, please. keep going..”
she leaned down to kiss your cheek, moving down to your neck, the smell of alcohol on her breath pungent.
“i knew you wanted it, baby. such a pretty fucking slut for me. you’d let me use you anytime, wouldn’t you?”
your breathy moans and whines encouraged sana to fuck you even faster than before, her growing urge to cum inside you being the only thing on her mind.
sana straightened herself back up and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer to her so that you were supported on your knees, face still down on your pillow.
her bruising grip stayed on both sides of your waist, resuming her animalistic speed.
you clutched onto the sheets below you, screaming out in pleasure into your silk pillow.
sana hated that your moans were muffled, she needed to hear every pretty sound you made.
her right hand left your side and made its way up to your hair, grabbing a fistful of your strands, yanking forcefully until you were flush up against her.
you yelped at her roughness, moaning at the way it turned you on twice as much.
“fuck, sana. just like that, fuck- please don’t fucking stop.”
“yeah? you like it when i fuck you like the toy you are? hm? ‘love it when i use you like a fucking fleshlight. dumb slut can’t even think right when i’m fuckin’ her this good.”
you moaned uncontrollably at sana’s words, your mind going blurrier and blurrier.
both you and sana’s moans were in sync, a perfect harmony.
“shit- i’m so fucking close y/n. ‘gna fucking cum inside you.”
“fuck, please, yes, please, i can take it, ‘just fucking get me pregnant.”
you didn’t even realize what you said, too fucked out to think rationally.
sana was basically growling in your ear, holding you tightly against her with her arms wrapped around your waist.
she let her grip on you go, flipping you over and pushing you down on your back, thrusting into you inhumanly fast.
tears rolled out the corners of your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming you.
sana’s hands wrapped around your throat, her eyes staring deeply into yours and her mouth slightly open, letting out short groans and curses.
“fuck fuck fuck, ‘m gonna cum, oh fuck-“
sana slammed her hips down, stilling her movements and moaning every time her cum pulsed out of her cock.
you felt her warm liquid filling you up, whining at the way her dick twitched inside you.
her hands loosened from your neck, her body crashing down onto yours as she tried to catch her breath.
she didn’t pull out yet, her dick too sensitive to move.
you reached your hands up to her hair, raking your fingers through her tangles, stroking her head gently.
the sleepiness was sneaking its way back to you, your eyes fluttering closed.
after a couple minutes of sana laying on top of you, she pulled out and looked up at you, kissing her way down your body.
she reached your sticky, cum-filled core, hovering over it with hungry eyes.
“let me clean you up, baby.”
you didn’t even care that sana stayed out too late anymore, she definitely made up for it.
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saiiidahyunee · 3 months
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autopilot
g!p minatozaki sana x reader ; smut
synopsis: taking the term ‘sex drive’ to a whole different meaning.
wc: 1.7k 
warnings: no plot, just smut ; cursing ; voyeurism ; public sex kinda? ; creampie kink?? ; praise ; filthy filthy filthy ;)))))
a/n: first time writing/experimenting with g!p sooooooooo i'm curious to see how this is received :-D
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sana and you were heading up to momo’s place for her birthday party. 
the big catch was that momo wanted to have her birthday up in the mountains, so she and the rest of the girls planned out a whole airbnb to stay at a cabin for the weekend. 
you insisted sana to leave that thursday night, but sana had a last minute work situation come up so the drive had to be done the next day. 
once on the road, the trip would take about two hours to get to the cabin. you wanted to drive so that sana could relax after staying up, but she was willing to be in the driver's seat. 
you guys were halfway there as you sat in the car, looking out the window of the rows of trees that went for miles on end. you then set your eyes on sana at her attire—she looked like she just got out of the gym, wearing a sleek black sports bra under her track jacket paired with simple grey sweats. she looked too good as your eyes trail down her breasts to her perfectly sculpted abs. 
you also notice a small tent perking up in her pants as you bite your lip at the thought of her dick wanting to be let out. so without a second thought, you let your impulsive plan in motion. 
“sanaaaaaaa.” you complain, “are we there yet?” 
sana softly chuckles at your whiny little kid antics as she peers over the touchscreen to see the gps. 
“we’ve got about forty-five minutes y/n, so just sit tight a little longer for me yeah?” she asks you as she puts one hand on the wheel and her other hand on her thigh. 
“wanna do something to pass the time?” 
“baby, i’m driving here, we can't.” 
“you do know the car can be self-driven right?” you tsked out at her immediate refusal, knitting your brows together. 
“yeah, and what about it?” 
you swipe up on the touchscreen, tapping on a few panels as you set the car to self-driving mode. while you were doing that with your right hand, your left hand found its way to sana’s dick, brushing it lightly against the clothed fabric of her sweats.  
sana is left confused as you give a devilish smirk, continuing to feel up sana get harder and harder though her pants. 
“y/n, what if we get into an accident?” 
you shift your hands as you continue to move your hands around her body, rubbing up her dick and abs, gripping the waistband slightly down before stopping. 
“i don’t see any cars around, do you?” 
sana looks at the car mirrors, realizing that you were right as she leans back deeper into the seat. you take your hands off of sana’s body as she whines out cutely, the car continuing to roll down the road at a comfortable speed. 
“what’s wrong babe?” you coo as you take off your oversized sweater, revealing that you were wearing a black compression shirt that made your boobs look slightly bigger as sana inhaled sharply at the sight of you. 
“n-nothing.” sana replies with a soft groan as she rubs herself through her sweatpants, cheeks flushing pink as she fondles her boob with her other hand. 
“you want me to help with that?” eyeing the visible tent that was making sana super uncomfortable as sana continues to pump her dick up, hand clearly in her sweatpants as you smiled at her state.
“please y/n, i need you.” 
you hummed out in delight as you crashed your lips with sana, smiling against her face as she let out a needy moan, her hands cupping your body as you slipped your hand through sana’s pants, palming her dick as you continued to stroke her length. 
the slow pace was agonizing for sana as you felt her tip leak with a bit of precum through her boxers, lifting her hips up from the seat to fuck your hand, gasping out as you watch your girlfriend tried to get herself off. 
you abruptly pull your hand away from sana’s pants as sana was annoyed again, shaking her whole body as a complaint as you shut her up with another kiss. 
“you want more than my hand do ya?” you ask, pulling away from sana’s face slightly as she whimpered at your teasing. 
“fuck, yes please y/n, i need you now.” 
you kiss her cheek as you help sana take off her pants and boxers, her dick springing out in full length as you take off your pants. sana notices that you weren’t wearing any panties at all during this trip as her brain started to connect the dots together. 
“so you planned this, didn't you?” sana asks you as you lather up your pussy with your spit, rubbing your clit as sana jerks the tip of her cock. 
“when you look this good, how could i resist.” 
you then shift yourself over to sana’s seat, hovering over her hips as you lower yourself slowly, letting sana’s tip across your folds as you gasp out at the pleasurable moment. 
“fuckkkk baby. you’re gonna feel so good inside me.” you groan out as you rubbed her tip for a few seconds longer, letting sana’s length fill you up, lightly bouncing on the top half of her dick as you take more and more of her as you lowered yourself down.  
sana throws her head back against the headrest, covering her mouth with her wrist as she feels her dick take up all of you painfully slow. 
“feel good sana?”
“it’s amazing how you take me so well baby, i love it.” 
sana then repositions herself slightly as you start to bounce on her dick at a steady pace, moans leaving your mouth as sana’s pupils dilate the sight of you riding her, cock sliding in and out of your pussy as your juices slick up her member. sana loves how you lose yourself in ecstasy, the sounds of your ass slapping her hips filling up the car as it continues to stay on course with the road.
“so big sana, fuck.”
sana tries to restrain much as she could, legs straightening out the more you fuck yourself on your her dick. working yourself to the bone as you ride out your much needed horniness. sana then clutches her hands under your ass, allowing you to get in a better crouching position as you let her thrust in you deeper, her tip puncturing your cervix as you lean down over to kiss her.
your legs move themselves flat on the seat as sana pulls you against her, arms clutching your back as she increases her pace tenfold. 
“god sana please, don’t stop-“ you groan against her ear, “fuck my brains out like i know you could.” 
sana growls lowly as she grabs your hips, her thighs slapping against your pussy as you yelp out in excitement. 
“shit y/n, you’d do anything to get fucked by me even if it’s anywhere.” sana mumbles as she nips at your neck, adding onto the stimulus as you feel like putty on top of sana. 
the heavy breathing is in sync, the moans are at the same matching octave, it’s near perfect you and sama completely forget that you’re fucking in a moving car. the high was almost there, sana just needed an extra push as you felt the pressure coil in your stomach and cervix. 
“yes yes yes y/n- fuck you feel so fucking good.” 
“mhm? you like when you get to fuck me like this baby? this pussy is all yours.” you murmur as sana falls limp for a second, allowing you to impale yourself with her cock as her eyes flutter shut, completely lost on cloud nine as you let gravity do its work with your bouncing ass. 
sana groans out again, gritting her teeth as she lightly thrusts into you again, letting you do most of the motion as she holds both of your hands for more stability. 
“you’re so good for me sana, look at me.” 
sana locks eyes with you, realizing that she was getting close to releasing. 
“ngh, baby ‘m so close shit-” 
“wanna cum in this pussy so badly? no one else gets to fuck you like this but me.” 
“keep going baby, yes just like that mmph-” 
sana then pulls you closer again on top of her, growling as she starts to thrust inside you insanely fast. your cries were growing louder as your pace starts to bottom out. 
“fuck fuck fuck y/n ‘m gonna cum i-” 
you slam your hips down, sana helping as your walls contract around her cock. you grip her shoulders as sana’s cum fills your pussy up, cock pulsing as she curses out lowly. 
it was so blissful, but you grind on her cock a little bit longer, sana’s body shuddering as a few more spurts from her cock coats your walls before coming to a complete standstill. 
you collapse on top of sana finally, letting your body relax as she rubs your back. fingers weaving through your hair as you lay light kisses on her neck, not wanting to move as you and her were clearly spent after fucking each other dumb.
“i love your cum inside me…” you mumble out as you and sana’s breath return to somewhat normal, giving her another quick peck lifting yourself off of sana’s cock, a few drops of her cum dripping out of your pussy and onto her stomach. sana still not moving as she just looks at you with half lidded eyes whilst lying down on the seat. 
“you look so pretty for me like that.” you say to sana as you lean towards her for a lazy kiss, a grin cracking through sana’s face as she places her hand on your cheek.
“you’re such a sex addict y/n.” sana smirks as she watches you pull away, “my dick can’t keep up with your sudden waves of being horny so be glad i was able to last this long for you.” 
plopping back on the passenger seat as the car was still moving at a stable speed, you swipe on the touchscreen while sana readjusted her seat to a proper driving position. you check the eta to the cabin as you put your pants back on, sana’s hand rubbing your thigh as you look at her with genuine curiosity. 
“we still have about twenty minutes before we reach the cabin. wanna pull over so you can fuck my ass some more?” 
“i’m soooooo gonna get you back for fucking me while in a moving car.” 
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til' death do us part | minatozaki sana
summary: sana minatozaki walks right into your life with a marriage license.
pairing: heiress!sana x reader
themes: arranged marriage au, fluff, angst, tension, lots of elitism, conglomerate power-hungry side characters, implied sex
wc: 5.0k
part 2: i promise to love you forevermore
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"the minatozaki's are waiting." you stare at the contract in front of you, frustrated at the idea of the family visiting. they sent the contract to you two weeks ago, and you knew that they were expecting a response, as in a signature. but here lays the contract on your coffee table, left to collect dust.
"let them in." you sit up from the couch, adjusting your shirt. you watch the maid let them in, timed steps in the long marble hallway. you hear their presence before you see them. then you see the matriarch of the minatozaki family step into the room. her head held high and proper, like a leader.
she reminds you of your own mother: the sharp tongue, quick judgements, and inability to let go of grudges.
then walks in sana minatozaki, the only heiress of the minatozaki group. she is not a stranger at all, but you havent decided if she is a friend or foe. when you were both younger, annual balls were centered around her. she always took those events in stride, while you enjoyed sticking by your mother's side.
you often remember watching sana dancing with anyone who would ask her; even from afar, you knew she was someone that everyone awed at. they treated her attention like a prize worth attaining.
"hello mrs. minatozaki and ms. minatozaki, please have a seat." you direct them to sit on the opposing couch. "how may i help you?"
they both get situated while you sit by yourself, feeling the weight of the minatozaki power firsthand. you watch your staff rushing to present them with tea, only for the two to dismiss them quickly.
"yes, we sent over a contract earlier last week, please sign it." the matriach points at the contract on your table.
"yes well, it is a marriage contract, a legally binding one. i need time to think it through."
"what is there to think through? you get to marry into the minatozaki group, and solidify your business with the backings of our family, i see no reason that it's empty now."
you frown at that, those were the exact words your own father told you over the phone, you called him immediately after receiving the contract, he told you the same exact thing, ending the call immediately after.
you dont disagree with the benefits, you would just rather marry someone else. someone that you could be in love with, not sana minatozaki.
"mrs. minatozaki, as much as i understand the power and backing of your family. i am rather old-fashioned. i only believe in marriage out of love." you nod solemnly to the older woman.
she lets out a trained laugh and holds her daughter's hands like they're her prize and tool. "love? you don't think that you could love my daughter?"
"mrs. minatozaki, i didn't mean it in that way-"
"so, what way did you mean it? my daughter sana," you say, watching as her daughter stands up from the couch, tall and proud, just like her mother, and smiling at you in that coy smile. "she has a line of suitors far longer than you could imagine; you should reconsider."
"mrs. minatozaki' please if i may-"
she holds her palm up, completely stopping you from speaking. "enough. here's what we're going to do: a three-month commitment. truly court my daughter for three months, and if you can honestly tell me you aren't in love with her, then i won't bother you with this matter for any longer."
"mrs. minatozaki, i think this is a completely archaic idea!" you exclaim, shocked to hear her say these plans. how quick she is to decide for her daughter's life.
"watch your tone. do not forget that your mother and I are well acquainted." she points her finger at you, and in a split second, she's back to that trained smile that is always so unnerving and threatening.
"i'm very sorry mrs. mintatozaki, please forgive my rudeness." you bow deeply at the woman. you return to your trained demeanor, letting mrs. minatozaki run your life for the next three months. who knows what she'll say to your mother if you decline?
both women get up promptly at the matriarch's signal, and you rush to walk them out of the manor. their resounding footsteps echo through the halls. the matriarch continues speaking of the three months of "dating," and you nod at every word in appeasement.
you assist them into their car, and soon they speed away from your manor. leaving you frustrated in your own driveway. by the time the sun has set, you finally return to your room.
--
the thought doesn't bother you anymore, while you were nervous at the idea of the minatozaki's pressing you on this marriage, you had gotten way too swamped with work.
in a week's time since the visit, you were giving a big presentation to shareholders and clientele. countless nights spent languidly going through the motions of collecting data for infographics and reports to extrapolate data. all part of your stressful day job.
a job that you take pride in, to take over the family business. dedicating years of your life to build the rapport needed for your father to put the company in your name.
you begin to wrap up on your final slide, indicating the prosperous quarter that your company has been seeing. beautiful graphics that display profit margins through the roofs. in every chair of that conference room sat a wide smile at your future projections.
"we expect to see a projection of 33% from our previous annual profits, along with more assets, and with the likes of a possible acquisition, this company will continue to flourish. thank you all for today." you conclude your presentation and smile to the many shareholders. they all stand and applaud you; you take a deep bow and shake hands.
the shareholders hound you, all gathered around in suits that costed more than the average house. they only bowed to the sound of money dropping into their pockets. so they push you, push your boundaries of how much you'll let them take.
mr. seki has always been the most persistent, asking for more money than he knew how to spend. so he stands before you, eyes twinkling and his grubby hands rubbing together like he found a gold mine.
you listen to him speak of the golden days with your father, business had little to regulations, making money was easier than breathing, but now he breaths down your neck for bonuses. the words travel in one ear and out the other, he forgets that you were a young child listening in to his discussions with your father.
before you know it, you hear that sharp clicking sound, the sound of sharp hard rubber hitting the tiled floor, you hear heels. short confident steps of a woman, and then you see it through the frosted glass, a womanly figure.
she's walking right into the conference room. then you notice the details: long brunette hair in waves, branded sunglasses atop her nose, a light pink suit adorned with blinding diamonds. behind her are bodyguards that tower over everyone. everyone's conversation stops at the sight of her, she stops right in front of you.
eyes strong and daring, she slips off her glasses and you recognize her, the woman of all your friend's dreams: sana minatozaki. more confident than ever, not being guided by her mother, she smiles that smile that you know your friends swoon over. delicate fingers slip off her glasses as she hands them to her assistant. eyes still focused on yours.
then she does it, grabs ahold of your tie, and slams her lips against yours. and you can hear it faintly, the sound of the shareholders all gasping, drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. the searing kiss lasts so long, like a time loop. when she pulls back, you gasp for air, choking and doubling over coughing like you inhaled chili powder. all your presentation material spilling on the ground.
"sorry to cut the festivities short, gentlemen." she bows lightly, an amused smile underlying her sarcasm. "my fiancé and i have things to attend to, i'm sure you know how demanding your wife can be". she giggles at that, letting them all nod, and disperse.
"fiancé?" you cough out, still catching your breath. sana grabs ahold of your hand and drags you out the conference room, and out to the elevators. you watch her two bodyguards at your feet, ready to intervene with broad and thick builds.
they remind you much of your father's bodyguards. but you never wanted them because it just felt so unnatural to be followed by men who protected you.
sana stands before the elevator, and without missing a beat walks in, at the sound of the door opening. you get pulled by the two bodygaurds into the box. now you stand next to a smirking sana and two men who could break your spine ten times over.
you exit into the lobby, all the staff rising to their feet at the sight of you and miss minatozaki. greeting you all, as you rush to follow after sana. you have a sinking feeling if you don't that those two men behind you are going to toss you right into the ocean. right outside of the lobby, is the sight of the signature black marked sedan. a true sign of a minatozaki. like the fortress of a family, this car is far than capable of withstanding a nuke, how true this statement is? you never want to know.
sana is quick to sit herself inside, being guided by her chaffeur. you nod to him before sitting inside, seperated by the middle seat. the door closes and suddenly you feel claustrophobic.
the last time you spoke to sana was years ago, back in law school, you never did like her clique but they were everywhere. so you have interacted with her through case studies and presentations, steering clear of the intimidating minatozaki group. so much for avoiding them, now you're stuck in a car with the exact person you were avoiding all your life.
"mother is furious." she comments, grabbing her heels off her feet, tucking them into a compartment. you stare at her for a while, confused with what she means. "well?"
"miss minatozaki, i thin-"
"sana. just sana please." she corrects you.
"miss sana, please, you cannot barge into my shareholder meetings and attack me like that. that was unacceptable on all levels." you continue. loosening the tie that felt like it was choking you when she grabbed it. you slip it off your neck and into your pocket.
"i thought mother made it clear her expectations. you sign that marriage license, and we're good." she continues to correct you, disregarding your frustrations.
"sana. i apologize but i have been swamped with work, i cannot even begin to think about marriage." you complain.
"work? you marry into the minatozaki group and you'll never lift a finger. those infographics you put together were cute, but the minatozaki's never put themselves through work they can pass off to others. marry in, and we'll find a suitable ceo the second you say so." she is everything you stand against, a figurehead as the ceo is the last thing you want for your budding company.
"i think you are mistaken, miss sana. this company is me, i am this company, that will not change if i marry into the minatozaki group." you don't waver for a second, conviction running through your blood.
she smiles at that, "you are one of those. the ones that are married to their work before anything else." she takes a second to contemplate this thought, what would you bring to the minatozaki group? profit, drama, not a headache that's for sure.
"i'm going to let you in on a secret," she leans her head towards you. "like how you are married to your work, i am married to wealth. doesn't matter if you have a million mistresses, or a thousand bastard babys. as long as you don't smear the minatozaki name, you will fit right in."
"i do not think so miss sana. the minatozaki's are adamant about blood purity, they don't let bastards live." you explain. she smirks at that, you've clearly done your research about the minatozaki clan. "miss sana, please, me marrying into your family would not beneficial to you. i am too concerned with my own self to be a pawn for your clan." you finish, hoping they will let this issue to rest.
"you seem to know a lot about our family for someone who isn't interested marrying in." her eyebrow shoots up and with the snap of a finger, the bodyguard hands her a manila folder through the slit of the window.
"once again, we urge you to sign this. i hope we become lifelong partners, fiancé." she winks and steps out of the car. speaking to the chauffeur, and soon you're being driven by the minatozaki car, another car ready for sana in an instant.
now you're left with a manila folder, weighing heavier than anything else in the world. when you are sit in your armchair with the manila folder, nursing a nice drink to unwind, you finally untie the manila folder. opening the contents, you find the same contract on your coffee table. signed with sana's signature in the bottom, and another paper.
in a written letter from your own father, you nearly crumple the paper in your own hand. the clauses of placing your company in the hands of your father, all shareholder signatures at the bottom. indicating the removal of power. in another line it reads in big bold letters, date sana for three months or your company will be absorbed by your father.
you call up your father.
"father, this is ridiculous, you cannot do this to my company. why are you meddling now?"
"you insolent child, given the opportunity to grow your business, you choose instead to be selfish? i present to you the opportunity of a lifetime: marriage into the minatozaki group. and i've been told you're pushing their patience." his deep voice rumbles into the phone. "my final words are these: you want your company so bad, prove that you are committed to the minatozakis, then i will transfer the power back." he firmly states.
"i don't even have the time, father. my schedule is busy with the new year and final changes with new clientele."
"i've already spoken to your assistant, all work for you the next three months have been transferred to my coo. he will take over for the time being, i trust him to run my own company, so don't you go spouting nonsense about his credibility." you bite your tongue at the sight. how dare your father meddle in your company? one that you built up with your own hands. the only piece of yourself that wasn't controlled by your father.
"do not forget who raised you. i can take everything away." his voice booms through the speakers. he ends the phone call there. and you throw that phone like a baseball, shattering the device into pieces.
--
so you do date sana for three months, finding it absolutely absurd in the beginning. often visiting her wherever she traveled. when she was busy, you would send out bouquets in your absence. you tried your best to date her, devoting time to getting to know her better. she's like you remembered when you were younger, loud rambunctious and had an eye for all things expensive. you spent trips all over the globe within those three months.
it's a strange feeling. letting yourself rest, you can't remember the last time you went on a vacation other than in law school. here you are, lying in a lounge chair on a private beach in santorini. drinking mai tais while you stare into the horizon. confused with your own life right now.
it should've been the merger. you get antsy just at the idea of your father's coo leading the merger, but what can you do. that company is not "yours" right now. while you are trying to enjoy the sight of the bright sun and clear waters, you watch out of the corner of your eye as sana flirts openly with a resort worker.
hand on his bicep, leaning in to show more cleavage, all the while keeping a sultry smile on her face. you're done letting your life be decided for you. you walk over.
"hi honey, how is it going?" you smile towards her, leaning in for a quick kiss. holding her neck in place, as you watch the man walk away. you let her go.
"jealous?" she smirks.
"no. i need answers." you sit down in front of her. "why me?"
"what do you mean why me?" she sips on her cosmopolitan, not provoked by the question.
"why marry me? my father is well known, but we are not a conglomerate group, why do you wish to marry me? i provide nothing to the minatozaki group, it doesn't make sense. there's the watanabe clan, the abe clan, the ito clan. i really don't understand why my family."
"it's not your father or his companies, it's you." she points at you. still sipping her drink. she doesn't skip a beat, no hesitation in her words.
"i hold no power on the world stage, you would be well off marrying any clan." you try reasoning with her, beyond perplexed on why she chose you.
"the watanabe clan are dirty: plagued with dirty lust, the abe clan are ruthless killers, the ito clan has been known to kill their woman. so tell me, how much better off i will be marrying them?" she continues. face hardened.
"i see...they are not as great as their name." you stare at her. less perplexed but definitely confused.
"we all grew up together, all the heirs, i know them better than they know themselves. and i do not like what i see. but you and i didn't speak to each other." she signals for another cosmopolitan, thanking the staff member and digging through her bag. pulling out photos of you two when you were children at the annual balls.
"you are worlds better than all of them combined. i could see it in the way you never vied for my attention. they all were intact dogs, hoping to hump something by the end of the night."
"sorry for the assumptions," you offer. the way she looks away from you, watching the ocean. and letting out a long and heavy sigh. she tucks the photos away. "so, marriage out of convenience? is that all this is?"
"yes." she nods.
you grab the contract from your bag, signing it in front of her. and then placing it in her hands, "to a happy marriage sana minatozaki, i hope you can handle my snoring." you laugh.
she grins at the contract, and tucks it into her bag. "then i hope you can handle my kicking. you groan jokingly and laugh loudly, her joining you.
--
minatozaki weddings were no joke. halls lined with marble pillars with gold accents. dishes made out of the finest and purest porecelin. waiters dressed in their finest, not a single hair out of place. global leaders and their children attending, even if they had no ties to the minatozaki.
the grandiose hall with beautiful mirrors dating centuries ago. recovered artifacts from the edo period, adorning the shelves. the giant minatozaki family crest on the back wall. with long tables lined with wedding gifts. you stand next to sana as the reception procession continues into the night. many notable figures congratulating the marriage. as well as the intricate gifts being handed off to you. each gift being placed and documented by the minatozaki security team.
the minatozakis look happy, wearing traditional kimonos and inviting all the guests to talk about their daughters marriage.
even though the place is filled with laughter and happiness, you can't help but feel like you just entered a loveless marriage. where you are destined to avoid sana, she smiles at everyone, showering in the attention, while you can't wait to get back to work.
--
you had explained to sana you wanted a quiet honeymoon, one that was peaceful and relaxing. so you both went puglia, to enjoy the rich Italian culture and the beautiful greens and blues of the water.
sana spent nearly ever second of the day buying herself clothes while enjoying pestering you. often times dragging you along to carry her bags, and be at her beck and call. she calls it "conditioning for a happy marriage." you had rolled your eyes when you heard it, but you wanted a happy marriage too so you complied.
now you stand in the middle of puglia, taking photos of sana, at her request. for the third time that day.
"how many photos do you need sana?"
"as many as i want. stop talking, more clicking!" you get back to taking photos and letting her enjoy the scenery. it's quite nice being with sana, she may be a bit high maintenance, but she doesn' t overstep when it comes to your boundaries. letting you enjoy your own alone time and venturing through the city alone.
sometimes you bring back flowers or a small gift to her, all of which she happily enjoys with a warm smile.
--
after the honeymoon, its back to the real world. in which your father happily returned the company back to you. the merger had been successful, but you're still catching up on paperwork that only you could sign. in the coming months, sana has moved in.
living together has become a routine. when she moved into your manor, she claimed it was a nice change from her home. you were confused because her house was far more amenities, but you let her move in.
so, every morning and night, you spend time with her, sleeping in the same bed, drinking the same coffee, and sitting at the same dining table. you don't share more than a few words with her, but her presence has become a nice addition to your life.
she's made herself comfortable, her makeup products all lining your sink, heels filling the floor of the closet. her closet so big that she ordered construction to build her own walk-in.
often times you see her out lounging in the sun room doing yoga or pilates. or when she's in a good mood, she'll join you in your study room to do work herself.
she goes out at night frequently, so you make it a habit to stay up until she gets home. you know she's protected and safe with her trained bodyguards and chauffeur.
it just brings you a sense of comfort to bring her inside in case she's unwell. some nights she gets home with love bites all over her body, other nights she comes home drunk falling into your arms. you never comment on it.
she comments on your life first.
"do you...have someone special in your life?" she asks with a glass of wine in hand. you look up from your table, eyeing her in the doorframe.
"no, i'm married to my job." you look back at the work laid out for you, pushing glasses back up the bridge of your nose.
"have you slept with a woman before?" you stop your work, putting the pen down.
"sana, are we asking about each other's sex lives now?"
"well i can be curious, cant i? you always look so proper." she walks in to sit by you.
"well, yes in the past i have." you comment, a little thrown off with the line of questions. she nods her head and gives you her wine, you sip it and place it on the desk. "why do you ask?"
"we've never consummated our marriage, don't you think it's time?" she leans over, eyeing the work on your paper.
"what happened to marriage out of convenience?"
"marriage out of convenience could mean we're sex partners out of convenience," she smirks. she stands up, pushing the paper off to the side. you raise your eyebrow, trying to get her to stop messing with your work.
"sana."
"yes?" she takes the glasses off your face. a coy smile on her lips.
"we don't have to do this."
"i want to. do you?" she stands in your way, eyes trained on yours. a playful smile on her face. you get up to set your mind straight, no way were you sleeping with your non-wife.
"sana, please, you must be drunk." you walk past her, calling out to staff. "hi, could you please assist sana to bed." sana scoffs at you, flipping you off and pushing past the maid.
you return to your desk, eyebrows pushed together and a headache forming. but you can feel that spike in your stomach, you're sexually frustrated.
--
you've been actively avoiding being too close with sana. whenever she circles around, you scoot further away. opting for open spaces where she won't make sexual advances. rejecting her isn't fun either, she gets all pouty about it, but the way she makes you feel lately, has been dangerous. so you try your best to exercise restraint.
in the coming weeks it's harder and harder. some days she visits with your dress shirts tucked into a pencil skirt. walking in like a wet dream into your office. you will yourself to have self control but you can feel it slipping. the way you want to grab her, feel her skin under your fingertips, wanting to wrap around her.
today she manages to get under your skin. "darling, you must be so tired." she slides behind you. and starts massaging your shoulders, pressing the knots away.
you let her, feeling the tension release from your shoulders. her hands move expertly, and soon you feel more relaxed than ever. her hands begin to wander, sliding over your torso and frame. you turn to look at her, playful eyes staring back at you. you pull her into your lap, grabbing her neck for a kiss.
"i think it would be rather impolite of me to have our first time here in my office. maybe later?" you offer, playing with her pencil skirt.
"i don't care where we do it, as long as we do it now." she smirks and plays with your hair. you pull her up and place her atop your desk. walking quickly to close the door and drop the blinds.
she laughs when push her back, back hitting the desk, and then you lean over her. giving her a long kiss, before sliding your hands up her legs.
"come take what yours." she grins. you begin unbuttoning her shirt, hands trailing down until they reach her hips.
you kiss her fervently, moving towards her like a magnet. "yes miss minatozaki."
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you might have to label yourself a sex addict, maybe a sana minatozaki addict actually. after sleeping with sana, you can't keep your hands off of her. often messaging her and taking days off to be around her.
it's unlike you, so unfocused and nonchalant about work. but you can't help it, sana feels like a drug and you need your supply. so here you are in your study, trying to clean up the smell of sex before your mother-in-law arrives. sana's an absolute vixen and trying to coax you into another round, but you know at any second her mother will walk into the house like its her own.
you spray a scent over top of the room urgently before closing the door behind you. a clingy sana kissing you deeply, trying so very hard to get you in bed with her.
"sana, no. your mother will be here any second." you force yourself to be the bad guy, pulling her arms off of you. to which she flicks your forehead.
"sana!" the sound of her voice booming like it's through a speakerphone. sana immediately tenses up, posture straight like a board.
"hi mother."
"glad to see you still recognize me." her mother chastises her. you watch the two woman, and you stay quiet. letting sana speak to her mother in a hushed tone, while you stand nearby.
it's hard to get a gauge on sana's mother, she's fierce and demanding. you also can't tell if she likes you, she keeps her distance. but you also can't tell if that's a good or bad thing. oftentimes she shows up requesting your presence at her events. but you play the part well as much as you can.
the older woman walks towards your living room, where she was months ago, and requesting you to marry her daughter. now she moves around your home like it's her own.
"now that you two have been happily married, it's important to discuss the next step." she starts. "we need heirs, multiple."
you and sana look at each other in horror.
"sana was the only heir in her generation of minatozaki's, i need you two to produce more than a single heir. to protect the minatozaki clan." she states firmly.
you groan into your hands, horrified at the conversation. and for the first time you see the matriach smile as she shows off photos of sana as a baby, cute as a button.
it does make you wonder about having a little sana running around, so you take the conversation topic in stride. letting the matriarch discuss traditions, schooling, extracurriculars and education to maintain the minatozaki standard.
sana is horrified to hear all this from her mother, but when she leaves, a light bulb turns on in her brain. then she smiles at you in that knowing smile.
"honey, come on, you heard my mother. we have to produce heirs. you know what that means?" then she wiggles her eyebrows as she drags you upstairs.
and you let her.
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a/n: sana, sana, sana. she's been plaguing my mind recently. hope you enjoyed, proofreading is difficult work so i didn't do it. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!
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miinatozakiii · 18 days
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clouded
minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; fluff(?)
synopsis: you find yourself with the girl you hate the most, she's drunk, bitchy, yet effortlessly eye-catching even as she insults you. 
warnings: cursing ; alcohol ; not proofread
a/n: hey... hi! surprise!!
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the thumping bass of the music downstairs reverberated through the walls, but in the secluded room upstairs, it was muffled, distant. in this quiet corner, away from the chaos of the party, and sana joined you, settling on the floor with a weariness that mirrored your own. 
“you fucking piss me off, you know?” sana scoffs, slurring her words and failing to keep her attention on on place. “you bitch.” 
“oh shut the fuck up, who’s the one calling me fresh meat? easy to bait? and whatever else you’ve said about me.” you retort, holding a cup of water up to her lips. “drink, shouldn’t be hard since it’s the only thing you’ve been doing all fucking night.” 
leaning her head against the doorframe, sana looked tired, her features bathed in the soft glow of the lamp. you could just barely see her flushed cheeks and the bridge of her nose, accentuating the subtle curve of her plump, parted lips. her eyes, heavy-lidded with fatigue, held a strange warmth as they met yours in the soft illumination.  
you hadn’t had anything to drink, so you can’t blame the alcohol for the spike of your heart beat or the sudden warmth in your cheeks. it was probably the adrenaline from the house party, it had to be because the last person that should be holding your attention captive right now is minatozaki sana. you'll blame the adrenaline for your lingering gaze and the way you subtly admire her face. 
sana's expression twisted into a grimace as she lifted the red plastic cup to her lips. with a sloppy motion, she took a slow sip, the liquid inside trickling down her throat. holding the cup in her hands, she seemed almost childlike, as if she had just come back from running all over the playground. something like that. 
“can you just... go. your face pisses me off.” sana mumbles, opening her eyes a little more just to narrow them again at you. “you piss me off.” 
“yeah? i think i got the hint. you've said that like, five times already in the past minute, including when i helped you up the stairs.” 
 sana groans, putting her palm to her head and sighing. she's absolutely wrecked, she has to be after downing three shots of straight vodka and that nasty beer in the cooler. 
none of her friends had helped her out, and even though she had talked shit about you and been a bitch to you for most of the time you’ve known her – you couldn’t just leave her alone while she’s drunk and groggy.  
“i’m taking you home.” 
“says who?” 
“me, so shut up for once or you’ll find yourself awake tomorrow on the floor and hungover in someones house.”  
sana remained silent, her body melting into the material behind her as she found a moment of reprieve. with the cup still cradled delicately in her hands, she brought it to her lips once more, sipping the water with deliberate slowness. as she swallowed, a contented sigh escaped her lips, a small drop of water lingering at the corner of her mouth. 
your eyes darted to the droplet, a curse escaping your lips as you moved instinctively to wipe it away. with a quick motion, your thumb brushed against her skin, capturing the droplet before it could slip further down her chin.  
“you’re a fucking mess.” you groan. 
sana's intense gaze locked onto yours, her eyes burning with an intensity that seemed to pierce through your very soul. the proximity between you felt almost suffocating, with only inches separating your bodies. your hand pulled away as you sensed her closeness, a flush of embarrassment colored your cheeks.  
sana's gaze flickered down to your lips, her jaw tightening imperceptibly before meeting your eyes once more.  
the world seemed to stand still, the only sound that registered in your ears – despite the bass ringing from downstairs – was the thud of your heartbeat echoing in your ears.  
“why are you still taking care of me?” sana groans, turning her head so she can push herself into the material behind her even more. “just leave me alone...” 
“your little friend group either found someone to fuck or completely abandoned your ass, and i actually have morals. i couldn’t just... leave you there.” you respond, feeling yourself grow bashful. you sigh, looking at sana’s state before grabbing her cup and helping her up.  
your hand instinctively found its way to sana's waist, providing support to keep her upright as you guided her towards the door. with a gentle touch, you steadied her, feeling the warmth of her body against your palm. as you opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, sana's mumbling reached your ears, the words failed to register in your mind. complete gibberish was being uttered, but it was better than an insult. 
in her drunked state, sana leaned into you, her lips dangerously close to your neck. you could feel the heat of her breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as you braced yourself before going down the stairs. with each step, the proximity between you seemed to intensify as she weakly tried to tighten her hold around your neck.  
but even as you focused on maintaining your balance and guiding sana safely downstairs, the proximity between you stirred something puzzling. in that fleeting moment, as you finally reached the main floor of the house, the world around you faded into insignificance.  
"hey, wait... you’re slipping away, y/n, don’t leave," sana's voice pierced through the fog of the party, the unexpected emotion catching you off guard. it was a side of sana you hadn't seen before, vulnerable and raw, and it pulled at your heart strings.  
her words were sincere, devoid of the usual sharpness that characterized her tone. instead, there was a longing in her voice, a desperate plea for your presence that left you feeling disoriented.  
"i’m sorry for saying your face pisses me off, it— it doesn’t, it just, you’re so pretty and— please don’t leave me here, it’s so loud...” 
sana's confession hung in the air, leaving you with a mixture of confusion and warmth. was she being genuine in her apology and compliment, or was it just the alcohol talking? it was hard to decipher, and the uncertainty left you feeling perplexed. 
as you stood there with sana in your arm, you couldn't help but tighten your hold on her, a silent promise that you wouldn't leave her side. 
"sana, hey," you began, your voice soft and gentle. "i'm here, we're just a couple steps from the door. i won't leave you." 
the corners of your lips tugged up, a reassuring smile spreading across your face, genuine and unguarded. it was the first time you had smiled at sana, a rare moment of warmth breaking through the tension between you. for once, she wasn't the insufferable, sharp-tongued prick that she usually was. instead, she was vulnerable, you could get used to this, 
sana paused, her lips parting slightly as she gazed at you, mesmerized by the sight before her. in that moment, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty, despite this—one thing became clear: she wanted to see that grin of yours again and again. maybe she’d let go of a bitchy facade, it wouldn’t hurt to throw one less insult your way. 
getting out of the house wasn't too difficult, but maneuvering past the couple making out in the doorway was definitely a challenge. sana clung to you tightly as you navigated through the crowded area, murmuring something – what had she been saying? hell, you couldn’t make out any of it – until the two of you had fully made it down to the sidewalk. 
as you reached the car, sana's grip on you tightened, her words a jumble of unintelligible syllables. despite the difficulty in deciphering her drunken words, you managed to open the door to the passenger side, guiding her inside with gentle persistence. 
once seated, sana squirmed in her seat, making it a challenge to fasten her seatbelt. after pushing the seat back for her and earning more space to maneuver, you managed to secure the buckle, before slipping into the driver's seat and starting the engine. 
as you drove, sana watched your every move with a squinty, curious look, her gaze unwavering despite the haze of alcohol clouding her senses. it was as if she was trying to piece together the puzzle of your actions, her eyes reflecting a mixture of fascination and befuddlement. despite the jumbled circumstances, there was a sense of intimacy in the way she observed you. 
“what’s your address?” you ask, turning to her and raising a brow. she stays silent, eyes threatening to close.  
you scoff, shaking your head out of frustration because the lenience towards your daily hassle is starting to run low. swiftly, you grab her face lightly, squishing her cheeks in between your fingers subtly to sober her up the best you can. sana's cheeks flush, and it’s not the alcohol fucking her up that’s making it happen. 
“i hate drunk people like you, so goddamn incompetent.” you sigh, watching her eyes widen slightly. “as if you weren’t already a pain in the ass.” 
sana furrows her brows, pouting and turning away from you before crossing her arms.  
“you’re so mean.” she whines, turning her body towards the window on her side. 
“you’re saying that to me?” you question, raising your brows out of pure disbelief. “i could write a list of shit you’ve had to say—” 
“i say things all the time, just take me home, you talk so fucking much.” sana groans, closing her eyes. “i live in the apartment closest to the shopping center in northside.” 
dealing with this intoxicated version of sana was testing your patience more than her usual, sober self ever did. her pouty and moody demeanor grated on your nerves, pushing you to the brink of simply cursing her out. despite the annoyance, you couldn't deny the inexplicable pull she had on you.  
as you drove, her squirming and murmuring only added to your exasperation, but beneath the surface irritation, there was an undeniable attraction simmering. it was infuriating how her drunken antics somehow made her even cuter, despite your best efforts to resist. her poutiness and moodiness, while frustrating, held a hint of vulnerability that made it easier to tolerate her. as much as you hated to admit it, there was a small part of you that found it endearing, a flicker of affection that you couldn't quite ignore.  
just a little bit cute, that’s all she was right now, even as you fought against the growing attraction. it was a terrible predicament to be in, but as you stole glances at her from the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but feel drawn to her in a way that defied literally everything that you’ve felt about her before. 
(though, you’ve always found her attractive, it’s that personality of hers that made you want to throw something at her.) 
it was terrible, this whole situation. she’s being a prick – nothing new – yet she looks adorable.  
half of the car ride was filled with stupid sighs and incoherent rambles coming from the drowsy, intoxicated woman to your right. ten minutes pass and you’re parked in front of what you think is sana’s apartment complex.  
you help her out and she clings onto you again, temporarily getting rid of your irritation.  
“second floor, 203.” she says, holding you closer than before. 
you've been in this situation countless of times, being friends with touchy, emotional men who find themselves calling you at the ungodly hours of night every weekend with lazy, drunken voices. however, sana makes you laugh with this sudden affection. the only thing your male friends have made you feel is angry and irritated, but you’d rather have those assholes survive the night instead of outside and vulnerable. 
"sana," you mutter, realizing it would be a hassle to walk her all the way to her place, "just... hang on." with a sigh, you gently pry her clinging arms off you, before crouching down slightly. "get on my back, it'll be faster." 
sana hums in confusion, her drunken haze making comprehension a bit slow. but with a tilt of your head and patient urging, she finally gets the message. slowly, she clambers onto your back, wrapping her arms around your neck and resting her head on your shoulder as she piggybacks you. she’s closer than before, close enough that you can smell the mix of alcohol and vanilla coming from her.  
"you're strong," she mumbles, her voice slurred. 
"you're not heavy, sana," you chuckle, surprising yourself with how amused you are by the situation.  
sana really isn’t heavy, making it easier for you to walk up the stairs despite a whole woman being on your back. you reach the second floor and look for her room number, 203, and let out a small breath of relief once you reach it.  
you try to get her off your back, but she simply clings on tighter with each attempt.  
“no, this is fun, i have the code, just press.” sana mutters into your ear, “1019.”  
rolling your eyes at sana's whining, you punch in the code and the door unlocks with a soft click. with a sigh of relief, you turn the knob and let yourselves in, flicking on the lights to illuminate the dimly lit apartment. your gaze immediately falls on the couch across the room, and you guide sana over to it, ignoring her protests. 
once she's settled on the couch – although not without more grumbling – you stride over to the nearby fridge. opening it, you grab a bottle of water. with water in hand, you return to sana's side, gently coaxing her to drink a little more. 
"come on, sana, it'll help you feel better," you urge, holding the bottle to her lips and tipping it slightly. despite her reluctance, you manage to get her to take a few sips. “lightweight.” you say under your breath. 
after you wipe away at the water that managed to spill out the corner of her lips, she groggily says, “i’m so tired.”  
“then sleep, you’re home.” 
“will you leave me if i do?” 
looking at her in surprise, you respond, “what?” 
sana lays down on the couch, her cheek smushed against a pillow, a soft sigh escaping her lips. 
"why don't you stay?" she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. 
you chuckle softly at her suggestion, shaking your head in amusement. "you'd kill me in the morning. i don't know if you're aware of this right now, minatozaki, but you fucking hate my guts." 
with a wistful smile, you glance around the room, your eyes landing on a cozy-looking blanket draped over the back of the couch. without hesitation, you reach for it and gently drape it over sana -- only covered in her cropped, fit tee and jeans -- ensuring she's comfortable before responding, 
"i wish i knew why," you admit, your voice tinged with a hint of dissapointment. 
sana's response catches you off guard, her words slurred with sleepiness. "i don't. you’re just... too pretty to be interacting with someone like miyeon. she's worse than you." 
miyeon? the mention of your ex-friend only adds to the confusion of the evening, and you can't help but dismiss sana's words as nonsense ramblings brought on by alcohol. 
"you're saying stupid shit right now," you tease gently, a fond smile playing on your lips as you look at her tenderly. 
despite the chaos of the night and the annoyance she's caused you, there's something undeniably endearing about sana in this moment. it's hard to hate her when she's like this, vulnerable and unguarded, and you find yourself softening towards her despite your better judgment. 
as sana closes her eyes and falls into a peaceful silence, you take it as your cue to start leaving. with one last glance at her sleeping form, you quietly make your exit, knowing that it's best to give her the rest she needs to recover from the night's festivities. 
you can't help but feel a warmth spreading through your chest, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, dealing with this intoxicated sana isn't so bad after all—maybe even sober sana. you wouldn’t mind taking care of her again, maybe less bickering, though. maybe she’s not so bad, but you’ll come to a final conclusion later.
probably. 
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idlesana · 3 months
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can i request a sana drabble!?
phone sex w r, when sana is too insatiable while away from r, and has to get herself off ;( gp btw!
gotchu, great prompt btw, and happy new year! this is a special for everyone before i go back to working on my long-fics
one call
gp minatozaki sana x female reader ; smut
summary: sana always has you for her needs, so what does she do when she doesn’t have you there?
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sana wasn’t sana if not carrying herself with an insatiable libido.
it wasn’t her fault she was overflowing in lust, and it wasn’t like you’d complain, obviously. she just was how she was, and how she is, is needy, whether it’s total PG attention and pda, or, something more graphic.
and drunk sana wasn’t drunk sana if her horniess wasn’t multiplied by tenfold.
being a clingy kissy drunk was sure to cause her to become absolutely incurable when it became just the two of you, all twice functions ending with her keeping you up all night.
and this would’ve, been one of those occasions, if only her and the rest of j-line hadn’t had scheduling that kept her in japan over new year’s eve and day.
momo, luckily enough, had some connections to some parties local to the area, and sana almost gave in to fucking her (not like you’d mind— both you and sana had talked about your subtle attractions to the older japanese girl) but she’d slipped out of the party early to go to bed. lame.
so here sana was, beyond intoxicated, a bulge growing in her pants, leaving her needier than ever, and without you.
she knew she had to handle it before she was too far gone into her lust or drunkenness, so, she found herself scurrying to the luxurious yet minute bathroom, leaving her with no room, cramped, and ridiculously horny.
she leaned against the cool marble counter of the sink, fishing her phone out with shaky hands, messily inputting her passcode and scrolling to your contact, immediately hitting call.
sana placed her phone between her jaw and shoulder, holding it upright as she unzipped her pants, the ringing hurting her head.
she only managed to shimmy her pants down, not getting to the underwear before she had to give her irrationally painful erection some attention, stroking herself through her boxers, breaths growing heavy.
she didn’t even notice the ringing stopped, only clocking it once you greeted her.
“hello..?” your voice sounded gravely, but pitch still high, just how she liked. sana bit back a moan, stroking herself a little quicker.
“h-hey, pretty.” she stuttered, tone laced with lust and voice just as low. her heavy breaths were panted out into the phone, and you quickly realized what this call was about.
“hey, sana. did you need something?” you pushed up on your bed, leaning back against the headboard and clenching your thighs shut. you were playing dumb, you and sana both knew that, but that’s the route you’d take whenever sana called you like this.
“ ‘just wanted to hear how your day went, is all.” sana whined, quitting her stroking only to push her boxers beneath her balls, lifting her shirt up with her free hand, and letting her hard cock hit her stomach.
“ahhh,” you paused, stretching, garnering a light, airy moan out of yourself, which successfully made sana twitch, “i see.”
she let her pointer finger rub against her leaking tip, not holding back from moaning softly, moving to rub her palm over herself, gathering the precum to lube herself up.
“i’m okay, today was okay. i had a shoot.” you sighed, dreamily thinking of what your girlfriend was doing to herself, desperately trying to ignore the pulsing of your own nether region.
“oh yeah?” she finally, finally, moves to stroke herself, instantly moaning at the feeling, rubbing her hand up and down her length. “what were you wearing?” she squeezes her tip softly, whimpering out.
“hmm, well, i had some different outfits.” you listen to the increase in the speed of her breathing, savoring in the small, pretty whines she lets out. “the first one was a pretty little slip, backless, with some cute shoes and diamond jewelry.”
sana rubs herself faster, giving a small hum for you to keep going.
“and then the next one was a skirt and this nice corset top, cropped obviously” you pause, letting out a soft moan of your own as you stretched out once more, smiling softly to yourself.
sana runs her hand up to her tip, squeezing it softly as she moans, “a-ah! please,” she runs her hand down her length again, continuing with her motions, “please keep talking, b-baby.” her voice is whiny and cute, just how you liked her, and you could almost hear how turned on she was.
“the other outfits weren’t too interesting, but, it’s okay, what mattered was going to the hot tubs after with nayeon and jihyo unnie.”
the thought of you in a swimsuit alone has sana nearly doubling over, soft “oh fuck.” dropping from her lips in a whine.
“i took some photos all throughout the day of myself, if you wanted to see.”
sana moves quick, taking the hem of her shirt to her mouth, holding it up, as she turns the phone on speaker and swipes to your text conversation.
“yes please.” she mutters through the fabric, slowing her stroking to go back to teasing her tip, running her thumb over it.
“mmm, okay, baby.” you move quick too, scrolling through and picking only the best photo for sana, wanting her to get the relief as soon as possible.
you smile as you find one of you in the swimsuit, a selfie from above of you looking up at the camera, doe eyed, and your whole body was in frame, cleavage on very obvious display. you select it and one other, a mirror selfie of the same pretty swimsuit, perfectly highlighting your features. you send them both over, waiting for sana’s response. and you get it soon after, sana groaning out, which turns into a shakey moan, as she starts up stroking herself again.
“f-fuck, wow, you look so— mgh, so good.” she’s stroking herself quicker that before, now imagining fucking you, pounding into you just how she wants. she swears she can almost feel you, absolutely soaking her length and clenching against her.
“god, y/n, i need you.” she finally drops the sweet act, back arching as she makes subtle thrusts into her hand as it falls back on her.
“i can tell, wish you were here.” you mumble, your own arousal getting to you now. “want you in me, always so big, filling me so well.”
sana shudders, staring at the images, trying her hardest not to let her eyes flutter shut. she imagines just how you’d stretch on her, just how you’d moan beneath her as she had her way with you.
“f-fuck, i’d fuck you so— shit, so, so good.” she feels herself losing it, so close to release, and she whines out, “god, you’re so pretty baby.”
you whine right back, and it gets sana stroking herself even quicker, her own pre-cum rolling down her length, veins defined and just so hard.
“want it so bad, sa-chan, would want you to fill me up, want all that load in me.”
and that’s what does it for sana, her hips stutter and she thrust into her hand, moaning shamelessly now, curses falling from her lips heavenly as you can only listen, so, so frustrated. she spills out all over her hand, whimpering softly to herself as she strokes herself into sensitivity, having to stop her movements.
“thank you,” sana pants, letting her shirt drop and moving to clean her hand, “i miss you.”
“of course, sana. you know i miss you too, even more so after that.” you groan, rolling on your bed, ignoring the aching wetness forming in your underwear.
“hey, hey, don’t be upset, maybe i can help you after my party?” she chuckles, and you’re quick to respond.
“oh. definitely.”
she was in for quite the night.
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sanazakis · 2 months
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crooked love
minatozaki sana x fem!reader
summary: you and sana are friends with benefits but end up being more than that.
tags: little plot w/ hints of background soccer!au ; friends with benefits ; fluff ; angst ; smut ; some unrequited love for damo ; some 2yeon ; light dom/sub ; hair-pulling ; love confessions ; biting ; some praising ; not proofread!!!
author’s note: :)
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like all good things, it comes in pairs. right and left cleats, metal cherubic bookends, your mother’s pearl earrings, and kim dahyun and a friday night party. 
of course, given the propensity for parental derelict and the general lack of privacy at the kim residence, these events always seem to happen at your house. not that you mind; the company is nice. big houses tend to haunt, and each empty room is its own ghost. 
you all clinched the home game against passaic and dahyun used her allowance to get a cheap keg from her older cousin who works at the liquor store on market street. with a passing—and brief—discussion about the merits of asking forgiveness instead of permission, you found out just minutes before the game that dahyun had invited nearly the entire school to your house in the event of a win. which you all did. as you all usually do. 
now, you stand in your kitchen, the one filled to the brim with rowdy teenagers, nursing a half-empty solo cup and eyeing the pods of people that disperse throughout your living room. 
there are people here you’ve never seen. you’re not entirely sure they know you either, though it doesn’t really matter, you suppose. dahyun and tzuyu are loitering near the couch, desperate to call dibs on the open space left by any unlucky soul who decides to get up and get a refill. jeongyeon and nayeon, seemingly the paradox of one another tied together with a red string, linger by the fireplace mantle and eye the people around them, their touches growing more and more courageous as their presence seems to slip into the background. mina sits on the stairs with a can of coke in her hand, the aluminum crinkling under her heavy grasp of feral skittishness and insatiable longing. momo is running late. you haven’t seen sana yet. 
you digest them all in small doses, keeping an eye on everyone while maintaining the charade of having fun, your lips itching for a smoke. you top off your cup with splashing beer from a too-fast spigot and head to the patio through the sliding glass door. 
the waft of cool air that breathes into the living room bites at your thighs, left exposed by your pink miniskirt, and you quickly shut the door behind you once you’re steady on the deck. you toe off your heels with a sigh and kick them to the side. 
the wood grain is rough against the backs of your upper thighs when you sit on the top step that leads down into the sprawling backyard. the green is frosted and faded with the night, only the flickering porch light illuminating the space. your cup is abandoned beside you, teetering against the slightly uneven wood warped by new jersey’s notorious winters. you reach into the nearly useless pocket of your miniskirt and fish out your lighter and the dwindling pack of american spirits, inching one out of the flimsy carton and lighting it swiftly. 
your t-shirt isn’t enough to keep you warm, and it certainly yields to the goosebumps prickling along your arms, but it doesn’t matter. the smoke in your lungs distracts you from the chill. the heat in your stomach and the mess in your head keep you low. 
momo arrives, using the back gate to enter. the fence door opens and shuts with a metallic clank that echoes across the yard and you watch her from the porch. 
you watch momo the way you might a zoo animal. you watch momo, skittish and silent when unaccompanied by her closest confidante, traipsing across the wet lawn in search of her missing half. a hand severed from a body will always try to crawl its way back. 
you know that momo is more than dahyun, though. you might be the only one that knows this. you know that momo is independent, fiercely individual, though her loyalty is often disguised as servitude. her honest, artery-tearing love is shrouded in a cloak of capitulation. perhaps the most violent thing you can do to hirai momo is think that she is nothing without kim dahyun. 
only you know that look, the one that momo carries with her as she approaches the porch; only you can distinguish subjugation from devotion. only you understand that momo is hopelessly in love with a girl who doesn’t love her back. you only know this because the two of you are one in the same, born from the same litter, the same black spot of doubt on your chests, placed a little to the left. 
you are in love with sana. 
sana, who often finds herself waking up naked in your bed but sets up camp across the locker room to change. sana, who drags you into empty janitor’s closets with a cheshire cat grin but who won’t go on a date. sana, who fell asleep in your lap during a saturday night movie at your place, only to clear her throat upon waking up while putting as much distance between the two of you as she could. 
that sana. that same sana that won’t call it love. that same sana that chokes on sentimentality. you’re stuck with half-chewed feelings and a voice that doesn’t work. you’re stuck whispering i love you in your head while sana is on top of you, kissing you, marking you, instead of speaking it aloud. 
you self-flagellate in the backyard with a cigarette in your hand and angry splotches of introductory frostbite on your shins. momo ascends the stairs with her hand on the rail. 
“hey, y/n,” she breathes as she crests the top. you lean your body sideways to account for the feet beside you. “dahyun inside?” 
“mhm,” you respond around the filter in your mouth, your dizzying inhale bringing the ash at the end to life. you exhale through your nose and shudder at the dry burn it creates. you feel like a dragon when you do it. “she’s with tzuyu in the living room.” 
you catch momo’s grimace, however brief. she smiles, something that hopefully conveys sympathy, something akin to similitude. momo smiles back, hesitantly, minutely, before continuing on and entering the house through the slider door. 
god help her, you think. at least you don’t have anyone to compete with. at least sana seems to only have eyes for you, regardless of her self-proclaimed—and nullified—relationship status. little victories. 
you wait until your cigarette melts to nothing in your hand. you think about lighting another, spending the evening shivering and inhaling, but shake it from your mind. instead, you rub the butt against the dewy wood and flick the ashy orange remnants into the backyard, buried in the grass with perfect aim. 
whatever you do, you refuse to think about sana. you refuse to think about the girl you still haven’t seen yet, who might be ditching altogether. you don’t think about what the absence means, how it translates into the steady thrum of disinterest. how it strikes a match and sets fire to your hopes of deluding yourself with each sideways glance you catch from across the room. 
instead, you finish your drink and feel the burn in your throat. instead, you bring your empty cup inside and throw it away. instead, you change the music on the stereo system above the mantle, verify that your feet are still attached to your body, and dance in the center of the room. 
the lights are dim and orange, a nice pairing to the sudden heat in the house. bodies on bodies, toes on toes, and everyone’s squeezed onto the makeshift dance floor in the middle of your first-floor colonial. you’re burning alive in the center, dizzy and delirious, aggravating and overstimulating every nerve receptor in your brain in order to keep your thoughts away from sana. 
you’re hot and panting by the time the music dies down, by the time everyone disperses into their own clouds of exhaustion and drunken incoherencies. you’re lingering in corners and drifting through the kitchen as people begin to leave for the night, the second hand on the proudly displayed grandfather clock wavering beside the 5, well past midnight. 
it isn’t until the capacity is halved that you lay eyes on a familiar face. 
sana has arrived, shifting hesitantly by the entryway, making room for those exiting and tipping her shoulders inwards to avoid being knocked into. her arms are folded across her chest, though it isn’t in defiance. it isn’t in anger or frustration, but rather thoughtfulness. it’s as if she’s tonguing an idea that she can’t quite bear to spit through her teeth. 
you don’t move. it’s one of your more interesting traits when it comes to sana. how similar you are to a deer, a spotted fawn, still learning about the world and ignorant to the sudden change from grass to asphalt. how similar you are to a tiny thing in the middle of the road being blinded by lights it doesn’t understand. in the mornings, after their brief tristes and one-sided devotions, how similar you become to the creature left bleeding in the street with no one around to hold it. 
“hi,” you finally murmur, and your voice carries far in the newly emptied space. you’re surrounded by rubble, by evidence, and your pinky toe grazes against a forgotten cup. you left your shoes outside. 
“hi,” sana responds with equally measured hesitancy, your eyes flitting around the room. 
“i didn’t see you at the party, did you just get here?”
“yeah.” sana scratches at the back of her neck. you have never seen her look so… nervous? “i rode my bike. took longer than i thought.”
you nod, taking in the lack of forehead shine, the level chest, the upper thighs un-twitching beneath black jeans. she walked here. that’s why it took so long. you say nothing. 
you sigh and run a hand through your hair, a tangled mane of dusk, fingers catching at the knots just past your shoulders. though you just caught your breath, you feel winded again, like you’ve been submerged underwater. or waterboarded. either way. 
you can’t bring yourself to look at sana any longer. Instead, you drink in the damage left by the night, the mess that sprawls itself across the floor of your living room. you put your hands on your hips, feeling the swell of bone beneath your fingertips. 
“well, party’s over but you’re welcome to stay.” 
“is that okay?” 
you furrow your eyebrows, feeling them sew together with swiftness. “of course, why wouldn’t it be?” 
sana avoids the question. “do you need some help cleaning up?”
“you don’t have to do that,” you say passively, moving into the kitchen to grab the box of garbage bags and setting it on the counter. sana follows her like she’s lost. 
“i know i don’t,” she says, her eyes wet and blue. you swallow. The kitchen is too hot. “i just want to, okay?”
you nod, afraid that your voice will break or beg; you don’t know which one is worse. you push the box of garbage bags closer to sana, watching as the brunette extracts two and turns on her heel without another word. you feel like you’re suffocating. 
the two of you haven’t been on the same page in some time now. it’s been a few months of giggling rendezvous and fun excursions into empty restrooms and even emptier houses, but you’ve known that your feelings are entirely one sided since the beginning. voicing this to sana had been a mistake. giving words to your want was an error you couldn’t fix, steps you couldn’t retrace. 
two weeks ago, when you were keeling over in the janitor’s closet with three fingers buried deep inside your cunt, your legs weak and your head fuzzy like mold, you told sana that you loved her. you’ve never been dunked in ice water before, but you think that those two moments are probably pretty similar. sana hasn’t talked to you since. not until tonight. 
the awful truth is that you love sana. you love sana like something. something with nearly prescribed personification. something like a gut punch, four swift knuckles burying into your flesh, knocking the air from your lungs and making your insides ache and turn. something like the moon, a thing that twists and rotates around another body, entirely at the whim and mercy of their orbit. something like a dog lying at the toes of waiting feet. 
the awful truth is that you love sana and sana doesn’t love you back. it’s a burden you have to live with, the whole cliche high school experience wrapped in a peroxide bow, the statistic that makes mixtapes and earns you a sad pat on your shoulder. it’s pitiful, the way you’ve been moping—over a girl, no less—for two weeks. it’s even more pitiful just how your stomach turns when you see sana again, standing in your house as if she never left, her jaw clenched and unspeaking, cleaning up the mess left in the living room. you distract yourself in your own corner of the room, the open maw of a trash bag clenched in your right hand. 
despite the coldness that envelops the exterior of the house, you are sweltering. a weird display of silence is capable of turning up the heat. 
sana finishes half of her bag before she straightens her spine and looks around awkwardly. her other hand, the one not white knuckling the trash bag, slips behind the nape of her neck. you stop and stand up slowly. 
“do you need something?” you ask, a bit more blunt than you meant to be. you swallow your grief and hope that the iron in your mouth blooms into something sweeter. this night will feel endless if the two of you can’t get along. 
“i just… i just wanted to say something. if that’s okay.” 
you feel your chest crack and cave. you feel like the icebergs in antarctica, the ones that shelve and collapse into the bitter sea. they crumble and fall like they aren’t heavy. you ignore the chill of splashing water that freezes inside of you and stare at sana, dropping your bag at your feet and crossing your arms. 
“sure,” you say, knowing what it’s about. 
knowing it’s about two weeks ago, about the words you shouldn’t have said and the tongue you shouldn’t have let out of its cage. you know it’s about not feeling the same, about it’s not you it’s me, and you steel yourself for the sudden cauterization. 
sana sighs and drops her own bag. the plastic cups inside clank hollowly together. 
“it’s about… what you said. y’know, a few weeks ago.”
you nibble on the tip of your tongue. it’s brutal how sana’s awkward absence and sentence stumbling can reduce you to nothing but a scaly ouroboros. the blood in your mouth will not lead to rebirth. 
sana takes the silence as a means to continue, and she does so with a shaky inhale. “i just… i just wanted to say i’m sorry. for how i reacted.”
you can’t hold back the scoff that leaves your throat. you sigh and drop your arms limply at your sides as if their circuitry has been completely demolished. 
“you mean when you pushed me away and left me in the janitor’s closet? or when you wouldn’t talk to me for two weeks and then show up at my house?” 
“well, it was a party—”
“oh my god, sana,” you sigh, puff, your eyes rolling at the semantics of it all. there’s still a mess in your living room and your softer-than-clouds bed is waiting for you with open arms. you don’t need this right now; no matter how much your skin aches to be held. no matter how much you crave familiarity. you are but a creature of habit, and your habit kisses like a god. 
sana holds up her hands in feigned innocence and steps a bit closer, tentative. “okay, okay, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for all of it. everything. i shouldn’t have acted like that and i really am sorry, y/nnie.”
the nickname burns in your ears. you feel like you’re getting the bends. your eyes flicker down to sana’s lips as the girl ruefully apologizes, her front teeth jagged and gnawing on her lower lip the way she does when she’s nervous. you’re her own saboteur. 
“it’s okay,” you acquiesce, shifting your weight onto your left leg and then your right, your toes digging into the unflattering shag carpet. 
“it’s not, though,” sana sighs almost mournfully, running a jagged hand through her chopped locks, wavering a bit closer to you with her eyes downcast. “it’s not because… i get it. i— i mean, i feel the same. about you, and everything.” 
you feel the air sucked from your lungs like a vacuum or a black hole. you find yourself stretched and contorted, your vision unreliable as you stare dumbfounded at the shorter girl in front of you. 
“you… what?” 
“i feel the same. it just… i don’t know, y/n, it scared me, is all. but i feel like shit for leaving like i did, okay?” 
you don’t think; you move. 
you take a tentative step forward, gathering your bearings amidst the information that threatens to demolish you, and you find yourself standing in front of sana with your toes nearly touching. 
“say it,” you breathe, achingly close to sana, so close that you can smell the cedar wood, the cologne, the coconut shampoo she always steals from your bathroom. “if you feel the same way, then say it.” 
there isn’t much that could fit between you both now. you’re entirely certain that it’s the closest the two of you have been in weeks and you can barely keep your knees locked and upright. 
sana swallows. all defiance has evaporated out of her in an unusual phenomenon. she’s never this compliant, never this open. she’s flayed and raw in the middle of your living room and she’s looking up at you with a set gaze and a watery expression of honesty that begs to stay hidden inside. you watch as sana fights with herself, forces her mouth to move, her tongue to release whatever her brain delivers. 
“i love you,” she finally says. 
it’s low, nearly inaudible, but it’s efficient in knocking the breath from your lungs. you’re doused in water, in fire, in everything in between. you’re of this earth and beyond, cosmic and teenage girl. you’re wanted, you are loved, and your brain short circuits. thinking comes at the cost of wasted seconds and they’re seconds you don’t have. 
you close the gap between you both and press your fronts together with an unbalanced collision that could reasonably falter them both. however, the two of you are far too used to this calamity of limbs by now, this roaring libido and unspoken language, so you both remain steadfast and upright with ease. 
you swallow sana’s lips, and, in turn, your surprised moan. it feels holy, coming back to this. you kiss sana like you’re kissing fire, letting it burn you and light you ablaze. you thread eager fingers into dark hair, you press your knee between leather, you make any semblance of air feel unwelcome. 
sana meets you with knowledgeable grace, pushing when you’re pulled, keeping the two of you standing. she nips at your lower lip and begs for entrance with a well-placed tongue. you welcome the intrusion with a pleading whimper, your mind swirling. 
“upstairs,” sana murmurs, pulling back briefly to stand on her toes and kiss down the length of your neck, sucking harshly at your pulse point and making you whine. 
the two of you make it upstairs without having to call an ambulance, though there were a few close calls when your heel slipped on a stair and when sana’s legs tumbled upwards and her nose collided into your collarbone. through your insatiable giggles and heady panting, the two of you make it to your bedroom in one piece. 
the two of you have been here before. it’s an intricate dance you both perform; swans on water, wings outstretched. sana can maneuver through your bedroom in pitch black darkness and you know every corner of your lover’s body, the jagged edges and the rough lines. 
your height difference means nothing in these moments; sana’s confidence, dominance, it’s taller than the world. you seek out familiar lips in whimpering desperation, reduced to nothing but a mess, bowing your neck to find your girl. sana meets you halfway and captures your bottom lip, nipping at the sensitive flesh with jagged teeth, ripping a whine from your throat. 
you gasp into sana’s mouth as you’re pulled, pushed, moved around with precision. there are deft hands in your hair, pulling and scratching at your scalp, strong enough to provide pressure but slack enough to be nothing more than a comforting embrace. you stumble backward and you’re caught by the edge of your bed, snagging the backs of your knees and faltering your movements. you sink onto the mattress, suddenly thankful that you’re no longer responsible for keeping yourself upright. 
you barely have time to scooch backwards before sana is in your lap, firm thighs on either side of your hips, squeezing and rocking rhythmically. it creates a tempo that makes your head spin like a top. your chest aches and burns with the lack of air between you both. 
“baby,” sana murmurs distractedly, disconnecting from your lips and reattaching at the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. 
sharp canines meet tender skin, and you moan, choking on your desire, suffocating in your love. you tilt your head backwards in silent encouragement and feel teeth smile against your skin. the girl in your lap is rocking, shifting, moving, and it’s becoming an insatiable distraction. you can’t help but rest her hands just behind the swell of sana’s full hips, fingertips brushing beneath the simple band tee and finding the two dimples in the bottom of your lover’s spine. this earns you another bite. 
“hands off,” sana whispers, teasing, sucking a dark mark into your jugular. the two of you are pressed so close together that, when there’s a moan in response, you can’t tell from which throat it exits from. 
“please,” you huff while following directions. you’ve always been good. you’ve even better for sana. 
“just for now, okay?” sana pleads, though her voice is laced with grinning mirth. she isn’t demanding, she’s asking. “just… let me touch for now.” 
your heart thumps and bleeds in your chest, cut open and raw. it pools in your chest, and you nod. you’ve never heard sana so soft, so warm. it fills your stomach and breaks you apart.
with grace, with appreciation, sana becomes briefly gentler with her kisses, trailing them down the length of your exposed neck down to your jutting collarbones, half-covered by the thin pink top you’re still wearing.
it doesn’t take long for the fire to return, however, for the gunpowder to light and ricochet through you. although you’re struck and dizzy by the intimate tenderness of before, the embers in your chest take flight when sana reverts again. they catch the forest beneath your skin, burning every inch of you when sana becomes firm, becomes prepotent, comes alive in your lap.
in a timed rock backwards, just before you can beg for more, something, anything, sana separates herself and stands up, placing both of her feet on solid ground and stepping back with a teasing grin. it glints against the warm, dim lights of the bedroom and you swallow.
“lay back,” sana says, though it’s not a demand. she would never demand, but the playful sternness of it is enough to make your stomach flip and a drumbeat to accumulate between your thighs, heavy and aching. you do as you’re asked. 
you scramble backwards, shifting and turning until you’re lying properly on the bed, your head against the pillow—the same one sana sleeps on when she visits. you’ve been meaning to wash it, burn it, anything to get rid of the smell that you’ve missed so much. you would bleed out before you had time to regret it.
now, the pillow surrounds you and makes you lightheaded. you barely have time to catch your breath before sana is mounting you, settling against your abdomen and looking down with a sideways smirk.
asking fingers tug at the hem of the shirt. you nod eagerly, willingly, tensing your stomach and holding yourself upright to let sana tug the intruding fabric down your body. sana’s surprised to be met with bare skin, prickling and chilled with the exposure. you had omitted a bra for the evening and you’re immensely thankful you did, watching sana’s mouth be consumed in a drought.
the shock doesn’t last long, not when your bottom half is still covered and modest. sana doesn’t let it stay that way for long. she inches backwards to give herself space before her fingers dip beneath the waistband of your skirt. you lift your hips, ever the assistant, and sana tears off your skirt and underwear in one long drag down your legs. your clothes are thrown haphazardly across the room, and you’re left bare beneath sana’s devouring gaze.
you have no time to consider embarrassment, no time for your cheeks to pinken and bloom. instead, sana leans down and connects your lips again, the kisses deeper and slower but no less climactic.
a straying hand lingers down to your right breast, pert and wanting, fingertips following the subtle curve before thumbing at your nipple. sana swallows the cry you let out at the lightning striking in your chest.
without thinking, you reach both hands up and tangle your fingers in sana’s hair, a silent plea for more, for closer, for harder. you’re punished immediately and the hand leaves your breast. not even the ghost of sana’s hand lingers and you whine pitifully.
sana clicks her tongue and dismounts, maneuvering farther down the bed, kneeling between your legs and forcing them to stay open. two hands rest atop your swollen thighs, and you can’t bear to look down, to see the vision lingering at your feet. you grip the sheets with gritted teeth. 
“what did i say?” sana chides, so far away now that it leaves you in a state of mourning. “since you can’t keep your hands to yourself, maybe i should flip you over, hm? you’d look so pretty from behind, baby.” 
sana is talking to you. sana is talking to you, and you can’t find your words, can’t feel your tongue. it’s heavy in your mouth and you can barely manage to inhale, exhale, regulate.
comforting fingers dance and drag down your bare hips, your stomach, the outside of your thighs. in a great act of kindness, perhaps one of pity, sana simplifies it enough that your spinning head can wrap around an adequate response. 
“traffic lights,” she says with a soft smile, a hum of satisfaction, proud to reduce you to a shaking mess before really beginning anything at all. 
“green, green sana, please—”
you gasp an aching inhale as you lift your hips up, arching your back like a cat, the notches in your spine cracking and shifting like tectonic plates to conform to the movement. a firm palm collides with the soft spot of your lower abdomen and pushes you down. it tethers you back to the bed like a caught balloon and you whine.
“so needy,” sana teases, rebukes, and clicks her tongue again. “what are we going to do with you?” 
with a daggered index finger, sana drags the tip down the center of your stomach, starting in the center of your butterflied rib cage and sinking down to the slight hillock between your legs. it flays you open and stitches you closed all the same and you whine pitifully at the simple touch.
your skin is becoming damp, partially from the growing heat of the room and partially from your thumping heartbeat pushing blood through your veins, splotching your chest with magnificent pink. your cloud-like bangs are flattened and sticky. the tips of them tickle your eyelids.
sana chuckles lowly, smokily, under her breath, before curling inwards on herself between your open legs. she collapses like a snail shell until her mouth is level with the supple flesh of your bare thigh. teeth find it easily, bared canines nipping and sinking into your skin, and you yelp. you always did think sana’s teeth were beautiful. 
you’re dizzy, far too light headed to think or speak or open your eyes, tipping your head back against the pillow and rocking your hips upwards again until sana takes the hint.
a soothing kiss is placed against the shadow of the bruising bite between your legs. it sends a chill through your body, like touching a light socket or standing beneath a telephone pole. the fine hairs on your forearms raise and prickle as sana’s nose nuzzles into your skin, so close to where you need to be touched.
you’re too good to move, too polite to break the rules, so you don’t fling your arms downwards and pull sana to your cunt like you want. instead, you imagine it in your head as you writhe against the bedsheets, the scent of sana on the pillow beneath your head surrounding you and flooding your senses in a monsoon of cedarwood. you imagine sana’s fingers, knowing and firm, plunging into your core, two at once with little warning. you imagine sana’s tongue against your clit, lapping at it eagerly, and you feel the bedsheets dampen beneath you.
“so wet for me,” sana smirks, dipping a finger into the honey between your legs, making you gasp and jolt upward. you buck your legs and fist the sheets in a white-knuckled stance. sana chuckles, her voice crackly like tv static, fuzzy around the edges. it’s the first real touch of the evening and it courses through you like a wildfire. 
“please,” you manage to gasp through your vertigo, even the blackness behind your closed eyelids spinning. you claw at your sheets. “please, baby, please.”
“please what, y/n?”
your tongue is cotton. your throat is quicksand. your words sink and sink and plummet into your stomach and barely scrape the backs of your teeth. you can’t spit it out. tears prick at your eyes at your sudden stretch of incapability, no doubt spurred on by the last dregs of the night still exiting your lungs, your veins, the confines of your skull. you feel like a kaleidoscope.
“you want my fingers?”
you nod desperately, so hard your teeth clink together like fine china. they echo in your mouth. you fist the sheets so hard you’re worried they’ll tear beneath your nails.
“all you have to do is ask,” sana purrs from between your legs, kissing and biting the unblemished skin she finds until she’s making purple-red constellations in the shape of her mouth. you want to cry. 
“please, sana, please fuck me. please fuck me, please.”
sana smirks, a leonine thing that grabs at the corners of her mouth, twisting into something sexy and sinister. you see double, triple, can barely see at all. the sight of sana sitting between your legs is too much.
“turn over,” sana says with a gentle pat against the outer part of your upper thigh before getting off the bed completely in order to give you space. 
you do as you’re told, albeit a bit more unbalanced than you would like. your legs feel like open water, rocking and buoyant, gravitational pull abandoning you. you practically shake with want as you roll onto your stomach, pressing your right cheek into the mattress and resting your hands by your head, fingers dancing across the sheets.
as you pant, desperate and submissive, the thin strands of hair drifting into your eyeline are blown away. you can’t imagine what you look like, tousled and red, bare and aching. the sheets are soft against the fine skin of your abdomen, and you resist the urge to grind downwards, gnawing on the side of your tongue like a rawhide given to a feral dog. you are reduced to teeth and longing and satin sheets. you burn at the criminal lack of touch.
before you have time to beg, to open your mouth and croak out garbled sentences of pieced together wantonness, sana is inching closer, but the mattress doesn’t dip with the nearness. thin, knowing fingers trail up the exposed backs of your thighs and the positional blindness makes you shudder.
instead of joining you on the bed, settling into the warm place between your half-spread thighs, sana places both of her hands on either side of your bare hips. fingers easily find the divots, the valleys that create perfect handles, and you’re pulled downwards with force. 
you yelp at the surprising show of strength but press your face deeper into the sheets when the balls of your feet hit the carpet, your body folded perfectly along the bottom edge of the mattress. your upper body is about halfway down the bed and your position leaves you unbearably exposed, your ass bent and tilted slightly upwards. you whimper.
“i was right,” sana murmurs, fitting herself behind you. “you do look pretty like this.”
you feel skin against your own, the heat of sana’s skin, and you know that sana is standing behind you in nothing but her underwear, most likely stripping down while waiting for you to fumble onto your stomach. you don’t dare alter your position to sneak a look. instead, you arch your lower back in an attempt to shuffle closer to sana, your naked closeness becoming more palpable.
hands trail up your sides, fingernails grazing sensitive skin, lips finding the divots in your twitching spine. dark hair tickles your bareness, and you shiver. you feel sana smile against your ribcage, pointed teeth pressing into the taut flesh before pulling away entirely. fingers tangle into your hair, bitten keratin scratching at your scalp.
“lights, baby,” sana mutters, pressing a searing kiss to the arch of your shoulder blade. your inability to speak in full sentences is mercifully accommodated. you’re a broken, skipping record of repetitive pleading and high-pitched whines. 
“green, so green, ple—”
you’re cut off by a rough grab, the fingers in your hair tightening and pulling backwards, ripping your face from the mattress. your neck curls on itself and the taut expanse of your throat barely manages to swallow, let alone release a choked moan. your eyes roll back at the combination of pleasure and pain, your skin burning. you feel bathed in gasoline, the matchstick wavering at the crown of your scalp.
to alleviate the pressure on your throat, you arch your chest rearward and go against the natural curve of your spine to accommodate the dominating movement. your breasts rise from the bedsheets and your elbows lock, palms pressed into the bed. you whimper, now able to breathe again, your head swimming.
“good girl,” sana hums, pulling again before slackening her grip and letting you ease back down, your chest heaving with desire. the little trick with your hair has accumulated heady slickness below your hips and you resist the urge to rub your legs together like a cricket. instead, you press your face back into the bed and cry out in grief when the hand of your lover leaves your tousled hair. 
familiar digits drift up the inside of your thigh, starting from your inner knee and traveling upwards. they stop just before the swell of your cunt, dripping and needy, surely making a mess on the carpet beneath you. you wiggle your hips.
“so impatient,” sana chides playfully, using her free hand to grab roughly at your ass, squeezing the muscle and making your mouth drop open at the deep ache. your eyes are stuck in the back of your head, mice trapped in glue. 
you don’t need to beg any further, all of your thoughts perceived by sana before they have time to travel to your drying tongue. a finger slips into your cunt, probing and deep, and you wail. you cling to the sheets, fists turning white with the pressure, and you’re fairly certain that there will be tears in the fabric when the two of you are done. there are always casualties when you both are together. there’s still glass from your broken vase swept somewhere beneath your drawer.
you wet your lips in preparation for a plea, a sob whimpered and muffled into your mattress, but sana is already inhabiting your mind, taking notes, performing every thought with ease. on a slow drag out, the tip of sana’s finger barely left inside, you’re suddenly re-entered with another, two fingers stretching you. they curl deliciously along your insides, and you resist the urge to thrust backwards, take more of your lover, devour and consume her.
“good girl, look so good around my fingers,” sana coos, praises, leaning forward and dropping a kiss to the center of your bare spine. the movement fills you deeper, taking sana down to the last knuckle, sticky wetness coating the insides of your thighs. you choke on your fullness and writhe against the lips on your skin. 
with each thrust, your hips are pushed into the edge of the bed, the lip of the mattress digging into the soft part of your abdomen. you rock with the motions as if you’re an unmoored ship. your toes burn as they drag mercilessly against the carpet. you take whatever sana gives you.
“fuck, baby, so fucking good,” you sob, your whines barely intelligible, rolling your hips to meet sana’s fingers. it plummets them deeper into your core and your stomach turns and knots. 
two fingers become three and you are aching, gasping, twitching, desperately beneath sana. you can hear how wet you are, the sound filling the otherwise silent room. you sink your own fingers into your hair and pull, girl turned animal, animal turned beast. all you can taste is your closeness, all you can feel is your cunt stretching around three perfect fingers, fucking into you from behind. you’ve never been to heaven, but you think it might be like this. it better be like this.
a comforting palm settles in the center of your back, thumb tilted downwards and brushing soothingly along the dimples on your tailbone. it pushes you down and tethers you to earth. your breasts ache and throb, welded to the sheets and dragging roughly with each thrust. you mewl into the mattress, your face hot and damp, kindle in your bones and a pretty flush blooming down your neck.
“touch yourself, y/n,” sana purrs, leaning down to kiss your bareness again, and you oblige with ease.
“thank you, thank you,” you preen, your eyes clenched shut, your right-hand snaking from her hair to the heat between your legs.
your middle finger slips over your clit and sparks shoot and flash behind your eyes. you feel like you’re standing in the street on the fourth of july, the neighborhood kids lighting firecrackers on the empty asphalt and waking the neighbors. you watch fragments of shattered light zip past you. you press your finger down harder.
“faster, please baby, harder,” you beg, huff, your extremities starting to tingle with something inbound. it’s like how the air gets all staticy when there’s lightning about to touchdown.
sana laughs but does as she’s asked; she often does. you feel when sana stiffens her bicep--its directly translated into a sudden uptick of quick, harsh thrusts into your pussy. you whimper and reach one arm upward, clawing for the pillow, something to hang on to, while the other flurries against your clit, slippery and throbbing.
“please, sana, so close baby, please make me come, please make me come.”
you’re babbling, lightheaded and unbearably close. you can taste the pleasure dancing on your tongue. your eyes water.
“i love you,” sana whispers, leaning forward once more and kissing the swell of your ass. teeth find the same spot and mark you with sharp indecency. you cry out, sob your closeness, rocking your hips with a sensational lack of rhythm.
“again,” you plead, “say it again.”
“i love you. i love you, y/n.”
it ricochets through you like shattered glass. it splinters and rolls against your limbs, muscles, deep into your marrow. you stiffen and cry, an unbearable euphoria cascading over you, submerging you underwater. the backs of your thighs twitch and spasm, made taut and performative by the long-held position. everything in you aches and bleeds and you’re dizzy with it.
you roll your hips as sana slows her thrusts, letting them become balanced and comforting. lips drag up the center of your back and you hum.
fingers leave you and you bite your tongue, your only sound is a pitiful whimper at the hollow emptiness. you hear sana chuckle at the nose.
suddenly empty, grief-stricken and panting, you take great pleasure in the little things that follow. sana is far softer than people give her credit for. there isn’t an inch of you left untouched, unkissed, unholy. you’re praised and lavished, your skin tingling wherever sana kisses you. clarity takes its time in returning.
“do you mean it?” she asks, her words still a bit breathless and weak. you won’t open your eyes, comforted by the firm hug of the sheets beneath you.
“of course, i do,” sana mutters, kissing the space between your shoulder blades, the curve of your wings. you hum.
sana settles beside you, urging you upward so that you fit comfortably on the bed instead of dangling off the side. you oblige with trembling legs, and you manage to crawl upwards, falling onto your stomach with your legs akimbo, your head turned to face sana with slow blinking eyes.
you smile when you finally see your lover’s face again, splotched with exertion and blushing with love. sana smiles back and reaches gentle hands towards you, brushing raven locks from your face.
“say it again,” you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed again. you try desperately to keep them open but it’s a war you can’t win. they’re just so heavy.
“i love you,” sana soothes, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “i really mean it, y/n.”
you fall asleep with lips in your hair and a blanket pulled around your shoulders. you fall asleep with the knowledge that your heart is intact, your love is reciprocated, and your lover is next to you. you fall asleep knowing that sana will be there in the morning, and every morning after that.
you fall asleep with the weight of atlas lifted from your shoulders. your entire world is beside you now.
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insomniakisses · 4 months
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Helloo! Can you do Stepmother g!pSana × femreader, where Sana gets jealous on your boyfriend (idk who actually). Then days later on your 19th birthday you caught your boyfriend cheating on you then you go home crying and Sana saw and went to comfort you which ended up on a confession and birthday sex.🫠 Can you do that? Lol it's been on my mind the whole day😭 Thank you!
He is Nothing
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Pairing: Sana (Twice)
Reader: Gender Neutral (AFAB)
Warnings/Notes: omegaverse au, alpha sana, she has a dick, p in v sex, MINORS DNI, CIS HETS DNI, NSFW CONTENT, creampie, breeding kink, mommy kink, brief mentions of cheating.
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The sound of you crying and a door slamming woke sana up, getting out of bed she makes her way to your room knocking gently before she pushes it open. Her heart clenches when see sees you, puffy eyed and shaking as you cry.
“Oh my sweet baby!” She makes her way to you quickly softly scooping you up and pulling you against her feeling your face nuzzle into her neck inhaling deeply her scent to calm yourself.
“Mommy” you whine and she clenches her jaw cussing at herself for her cock twitching. “Whats wrong baby? Hmm?” Her voice is strained but you don’t pick up on it simply shaking your head with a whine.
“Baby please..” she probes kissing your head and you whimper pulling away from her neck, eyes closing as she wipes your tears.
“H-he cheated on me” you frown and her jaw clenches once more eyes hardening. “He.. what..?”
You swallow shifting uncomfortably at the harsh deep voice escaping her throat and she sighs cupping your jaw. “Listen to me baby, he is NOTHING and its his loss because he doesn’t get a perfect omega like you. Hmm?”
You cant help but blush looking at your lap at her words and she smiles kissing your head once more and you cant help but move to grab her face leaning her face still. Biting your lips you lean in pleasantly surprised when she follows crashing her lips together with yours with a hungry moan.
“Fuck,” she cusses pushes you to lay under her and caressing your face thumb brushing your lips. “I want you baby, I love you, really i do and-“ she doesn’t get to finish because you kiss her again she smirks into the kiss bulling at your shorts until there off humming in approval when you pull her cock out of her boxers.
“Fuck baby,” she moans pulling away. “Are you sure?” You nod biting your lip and she groans pushing in mouth falling open at your tight wet heat.
“M-mommy!” You yelp, grabbing onto her shoulders as she shushes you. “Its okay baby, mommy is gonna take care of you”
Placing one last kiss to your lips she starts thrusting fast and deep, one hand coming down so she can rub at your clit. “God your so fucking tight baby, gonna take all of mommys seed huh?”
You nod moaning as she nips and kisses at your neck groaning into it when you cum on her cock, walls clenching hard as your juices drip to her balls. Her cock twitches balls pulsating as she cums too filling you with a heavy load of warm runny cum.
“Fuck baby,” she husks still rubbing at your clit as you both catch your breath, it takes a minute but she starts up her thrusts once more teasing you with her knot every thrust as it grows. Just barely popping it in before she pulls away.
When she feels you start clenching and your walls tightening she rubs her thumb against your clit faster. “You want my knot baby? Wanna be stuffed by your mommy and made to carry her pups?” She teases, almost taunting you and you cry out in need. Begging for it, and who is she to deny you slamming her knot in and rubbing your clit till your both cumming. Panting against each other and whispering soft “I love yous”.
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A/n: Sorry i kinda changed it! Also only after finishing it did i see “g!p” and not “alpha”
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wonysugar · 8 months
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Sana spotting reader in the crowd at the concert and keeps looking at her the whole show, then tells her manger to bring you backstage after the show and she ends up taking you back to her hotel room…smut of course. Thank you!
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tags : belittling, humiliation, spanking (or just plain degradation if you’d like), sana has a strap, smut with plot!
content warning : smut! that’s..it lol
pairing : fan!femreader x sana minatozaki
word count : 2k
a/n : thank you so much for requesting, sana’s my bias so i had a super fun time writing this!!<3 also I’M SO SORRY FOR KEEPING YOU WAITING!! i hope the wait is worth it!
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there you were, standing in line for the twice tour concert happening in your city, you would’ve came with a friend, but nobody in your circle really likes kpop the way you do.
plus, you didn’t want anyone you knew to see you fangirling over a girl group who doesn’t even know you exist which would get significantly worse when sana comes on stage.
you brought your twice lightstick and a silly little sign that reads “sana please kiss me i need you badly”, this was a one in a lifetime opportunity, you needed to confess your undying love to your soulmate if given the chance! listening to your own thoughts playback in your mind, you giggled at your delusions. god, you’re hilarious.
before you knew it, the line progressed and you were finally sat for the concert. fanchants ready to be yelled out, lightstick set up. oh you were so ready. plus, you got front seats too, so you were even more hyped.
then, they appeared. suddenly, everybody just lost their shit you included and started screaming for their bias. song after song, dancebreak after dancebreak, the crowd was going absolutely wild. while yes, you were enjoying the performance as a whole, but you just couldn’t stop staring at your favorite member. and surprisingly, she stared back most of the time! smiling at you and winking as she sang, just basically fueling all of your delusions. the rush of it all gave you the confidence you needed to do this.
you waited until she looked at you again and just held the sign up, you didn’t give a single fuck about the people behind you, they didn’t matter! you needed to make sana remember you by something, even if it was lowkey embarrassing!
she took a few moments to read it, squinting her eyes, then.. giggled??
oh she wants you badly!! is what you told yourself because you and facing reality are not a good match! she took the sign from your hands and showed it off to the other members, earning a bunch of laughs and giggles from them, followed by some talking.
oh nevermind, she’s most likely making fun of you.
embarrassed, you started looking around, pretending you didn’t know what was going on as if everyone didn’t just see that she grabbed the sign from you. but then, you spotted her writing something on it with a sharpie. intrigued, you watched her as she finished up writing. she jogged over to you and handed you back your sign as she winked at you. you smiled nervously and muttered a confused ‘thank you’ before your eyes darted at the writing.
your eyes widened, both in confusion and very pleasant surprise.
‘stay here after the concert, a manager will come get you ;)’
oh my god.
-
the final song finished and everybody cheered loudly for the last time. you had a great time, but you just couldn’t stop looking at your sign, reminiscing about what she was planning. was she trying to get you arrested? why would she wink though.. maybe she winked just so you would stay and THEN she’d get you arrested???
your mind ran wild as you quickly reached for the exit of the arena, trying not to get caught by whoever was out to get you, but before you could, you felt a hand on your shoulder.
fuck.
“excuse me, ms. minatozaki is requesting to see you, i believe.”
trying not to hide your defeat and fear of what could possibly happen, you nodded. “yup. lead the way!” you said, over enthusiastically. he motioned for you to follow him and he took you backstage, where, surprisingly, no other members were present. just her. you unintentionally gulp as the staff leaves you two alone.
god she’s literally staring you down. you would’ve been excited about being so close to her in person but the situation right now was kinda preventing that, you fidgeted with your hands. right as she was about to speak,
“are you gonna get me arrested? look, it was a silly little joke i had no intentions of making you uncomfortable and i’m honestly really sorry if i di-“
“relax, baby” she interrupted, “i found it endearing. i mean, it’s not like you’re a creepy old man, are you?” she slightly tilted her head as she asked the question.
you hesitantly shook your head. wait, did she just call you baby?? you felt that you could just die right then and there.
“so, why are you panicking? if i was trying to get you arrested, i wouldn’t be smiling and winking at you all show, would i now, cutie?”
your jaw slightly dropped at the amount of pet names that she just kept casually throwing around. does she not know what that can do to someone who’s like. infatuated with her??
“no, you wouldn’t, i don’t think.” you stuttered out. she giggled at you, eyeing you down, her gaze ending up on every single part of your body.
“are you free tonight?” she asked you, an innocent smile plastered on her face.
-
quite frankly, you were originally planning to go home right after concert, lay on your bed and watch tiktoks for like 5 hours straight but… let’s just say making out with the sana minatozaki on her hotel room’s bed was significantly better than that.
she unfortunately pulled away from you and looked into your eyes as she slightly panted, “what are you into, baby?” she asked you.
not knowing what to respond, you looked around nervously, still not over the fact that you’re about to fuck an idol?? your favorite one, at that. was this even allowed???
“uhm.” you finally responded, “i don’t know.. girls?” you awkwardly chuckled.
fuck, maybe being funny wasn’t the best approach, she looked like she was genuinely asking. you could tell from the drop of her expression that she was getting impatient, she subtly sighed, almost pulling away from you.
which…. you always found it kind of sexy when she got frustrated at her other members, or something of the sorts.
biting back a shy smile, you kept staring at her. then, as if something in her mind clicked, something in her eyes sparkled and she smirked.
“oh… i see where this is going.” she playfully smirked, getting closer to you again as if she could feel your face growing hotter by the second. “you’re into people treating you like garbage, aren’t you?”
you hesitated, but you ended up silently nodding. was she psychic??
“oh how cute. so if i were to fuck you roughly as i called you names, you’d like that, hm?”
you froze, then turned your head to look at anything that wasn’t her face. god that sounded so hot.
“answer, you bitch.” she grabbed you by the jaw and made you look at her, her eyes piercing through you. you swore that you could’ve came right then and there, but you obviously had and wanted to keep this going.
“y-yes sana, i’d like that. alot.” you squirmed under her, her eyes still not leaving yours. she scoffed.
“i knew you were a complete slut as soon as i saw you.” she kissed your neck, earning a relieved sigh from you as she unbuttons your shirt. “also,” she added,
“it’s ms. sana, got it?”
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next thing you knew, she was violently dicking you down from behind with her strap. wait, why did she even bring it along with her on tour? whatever, that didn’t even matter right now, what mattered was that your twice bias was literally inside you and that you felt like you could squirt just from that. an exaggeration, but she was just that good at fucking you.
“fuckfuckfuck sana right there..” you moaned out, throwing your head down on the pillow before you stammered nervously, “i-i mean, ms. sana!”
in response, “aren’t you a cute thing. this is the fourth time you’ve made that mistake. does it feel that good?” you heard her giggle. okay, she didn’t sound mad, but you still needed to be careful next ti-
before you could even finish that thought, though, you felt her hand smack one of your cheeks with full force, making you flinch and unintentionally whimper at the impact. fuck, that hurt.
“apologize.” she coldly ordered you, her pace getting faster by the second, causing you to lose your breath. recollecting your thoughts, you let out a nervous “i’m s-sorry ms. sana fuck i’m sorry..”
“god.. look at you. ass up for a girl you barely even fucking know.” she hummed, clearly amused by all of this, amused by how easily you gave in. she gently scratched and pet your head as she would a dog, still roughly pounding you from the back. “are you stupid or just a horny bitch?” she mockingly giggles.
“that’s just what you are, isn’t it? a little bitch in heat. hm?”
if her purpose was to fill you with shame, then it was very much working. you felt humiliated. when you really thought about it like that, you are literally letting a stranger fuck you. not only that, but you went to her hotel room. maybe she was right, maybe you are just a whore.
“come on baby, say it. admit how much of a slut you are.” she pulled on your hair, forcing you to hold yourself up. you whimpered and moaned loudly at the sensations, trying your hardest to form a correct sentence, “yes ms. sana i’m a s-slut! fuckfuck i’m a slut for you p-pleaseee fuck me harder..”
your dignity and self-respect now long gone, your only priority was cumming. she probably caught onto that quickly, though, since she immediately started changing her pace, going at a much slower speed, much to your despair. you whined. “such a good bitch for mommy. are you getting close?” she asked.
mommy?? oh this woman wanted you dead. her words and the noises coming out of her contributing in making it harder for you to keep your composure. god you were a mess, being undone like this, being used like this, being at someone’s mercy, sana’s mercy. it turned you on so much.
moaning out consecutive mhms in response to sana’s question, she hummed, grabbing your waist. then, unexpectedly, she rams into you, her strap fucking in and out of you, covered in your slick. “then we’ll cum together, okay?” she orders, panting. you eagerly nod, head pressed into the pillow.
you feel your orgasm building up, your noises getting higher and louder. she quickly started shamelessly moaning louder too, good girls and just like thats escaping her mouth.
it didn’t take long before her breathing stopped for a moment, pulling on your hair with such a force. she moaned out your name, and that’s when your own mind blanked. that feeling in your lower stomach was now replaced with complete euphoria, and it was amplified by the fact that you knew it was caused by sana. you didn’t care about how loud you were being, you didn’t care about the people next door, you wanted them to know who was making you feel this good.
as you both came down from your high, you felt her pull out. it took you some time to actually sit up, but your legs weren’t exactly in the best state right now.
“do you do this to every fan you meet?” you ask her, laying down on your side, sounding kinda muffled due to your head still being in the pillow.
“hm, no. i’ve never done this before. i guess it was something about you.” she said, smiling as she was tying her hair and then eventually taking the strap off of her, setting it down on the nightstand.
then, you remembered your so called delusions. maybe they weren’t entirely delusions after all!
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you took your bag, all dressed up and ready to leave the hotel room, she on the other hand, stayed naked, because that’s apparently how she sleeps. you say your goodbyes very obviously eyeing her bare body and head to leave, but she stops you.
“here’s my number, i’ll text you and eventually let you know when we come back here.” she winks at you, then sends you on your way.
well! getting dicked down by sana minatozaki wasn’t exactly on your bucket list this year, but it was certainly very welcomed, considering you went back home giggling to yourself and did your own thing when you arrived home, still thinking about all of it..
from now on, you could never allow yourself to miss the upcoming tours.
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jade-jini · 3 months
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More thoughts on Sha-Rich and g!p loser reader ‘cause I love Sana.
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tw: Some smut included, jealousy (a tiny bit toxic/controlling for a moment), but fluffy at the end.
Sana who takes you with her to important rich people events, whether it’s about business or not.
It started with these big fancy parties in which she had to make presence because of who her father was, and she convinced him you should go too since you were an important part of the company, right? Of course, you were going as another representative. But once Sana learned how funny was to have you with her there to keep her from dying of boredom with your easy way of making her laugh (and have fun with you in the bathrooms of those places), she knew she had to bring you with her everywhere. Things escalated until you were basically her date to these events full of rich boring people, and also to parties that made her excited, even making other people at the company jealous because why was the loser sunbaenim the only one good enough to be brought to these events with THE Minatozaki Sana??
We know how the business world works. One word: contacts. It’s not to discredit you, you were well respected and appreciated, besides admired not only by your coworkers but also by other important business figures who have heard of you from other companies who had a partnership with Mr. Minatozaki’s. However, let’s just say that since you and Sana started to get closer, you were attending more important social and business events that you could’ve ever imagined you will. From Japan to Italy, on first row, designer clothes on, exchanging contacts with big names (that were first driven to you two at these events once they recognized not only the face, but also the last name, but developed genuine interest in you once you opened your mouth about business), and several promises of getting drinks together. Sana was genuinely impressed, smiling and looking at you, you seemed to transform into a more confident person once you found yourself comfortable, knowing that you were an expert on your field. Confidence looked good on you, she thought.
What she wasn’t a fan of, however, was how some people were too comfortable flirting with you.
It was during this big business party. Sana actually thought more than once about going, wanting to spend the weekend with you alone rather than having to share you yet again with people. But now it was her father who would make sure she was bringing you to these events, ‘cause even he noticed how easily you attracted new potential investors and partnerships. “But daddy! We’ve been going to events almost all month!” She complained with a pout earlier that week, you in the boss’ office as well but being quiet, letting father and daughter decide. But this time it was not gonna work, you guys were going. Sana sighed, and decided to just listen. At least she got to share hotel room with you, and you made sure you destress her before the event;) plus, it was a party with her.. well, whatever you were. She’s been thinking about this actually, or at least thinking about avoiding thinking…
“Ready, Ms. Minatozaki?” You asked her while offering your arm before you guys entered the big hall. When she looked at you, she smiled and held your arm, knowing that it was just too easy to have fun with you for her to be feeling grumpy. Once you entered the place, multiple eyes went on you, as well as camera flashes. Sana’s grip on your arm got tighter, as she guided you around the room, knowing that you’d save her from having to make conversation with business partners present. After what felt like forever, she was finally able to take you to a table where some friends of hers were.
Sana’s close friends (like Momo, Mina, and Nayeon) were aware that you guys were closer than just regular friends. However, as far as they were concerned, Sana was just having fun with a pretty girl. That’s why after an actual smooth and comfortable conversation between everybody, Mina was now basically undressing you with her eyes, looking you up and down while playing with the glass of some expensive liquor she had in hand. You could feel her intense stare on you, and of course you noticed the intense stare Sana had on her. Momo and Nayeon found the situation funny af. They were glad they had found a soulmate on each other so they didn’t have to be involved in any of this type of drama.
“So, y/n.” Mina spoke, catching your attention. “You know, there’s this event soon about new technologies used for marketing strategies, I’ve heard you’re interested in that kind of stuff so I was wondering if you’d go as my plus one? It’s a very private event and important names will be there, not everybody gets invited so…”
This made Sana go on alert mode, noticing the cards Mina was trying to play. She looked at you, and noticed the excitement on your face.
“Oh! Well I’d lo-”
“She’ll be busy.” Sana answered for you, grabbing you by the waist. “There’s an important event we’re going that day.”
“But I didn’t even say what day.” Mina answered, smiling sarcastically as she spoke in between teeth. You looked at the two other girls, Momo hiding behind Nayeon, while the latter bit her hand trying not to laugh.
“We’ll be busy the whole month, sorry darling.” Sana said and sent a kiss to her way while she attended to pull you with her somewhere else, but her father appeared, smiling at you before speaking.
“Ah y/l/n! There you are. There’s somebody who I’ve been wanting you to talk to.” He said clearly excited. Sana looked at him with a raised eyebrow, not having a good feeling about it. You gulped, already feeling a little anxious about the expectations of your boss, but also glad to just be there and be noticed.
“Sure sir, where is this person?” You asked, to which he signaled to the entrance.
And there she was. The Park Jihyo. A young CEO from another important company. And Sana’s ex, of course.
You were aware of this. You’ve heard about her, she was popular in the business world. She has achieved so many things at such a young age, and all to her name even though she comes from a good family. There she was, wearing an elegant black suit. With her powerful aura, her beauty, and reputation, saying that she easily steals the spotlight whenever she’s present would be an understatement. You gulped again, nervous about the idea of speaking to such woman. You looked at Sana, hoping she’d at least be there with you.
“Daddy, I’ll go with her.” It was enough you were being sent to talk to her. But by the way her dad already had his hand on her shoulder, she knew it was a sign he was already planning on sending you alone.
“Nonsense, it’s gonna be all about a different department than yours, sweetie. Plus there’s other people who I want you to talk to. Don’t interrupt. Go, y/n. I’ll take my daughter now while you guys speak ok?” The man said winking at you, clearly unable to read the room. Knowing there was no arguing with the boss, you went on your way. Repeating words of encouragement in your head, you made your way to Jihyo, ready to introduce yourself and praying you didn’t ruin it.
“Good evening, Ms. Park. My name is…”you started, but the moment the woman looked at you in the eye, you panicked (loser 😭) “m-my name is… well I’m company and work at y/n’s.. wait- no, I’m y/n and-” oh god. Fuck. You ruined it already?! It took you 2 seconds bro c’mon, I thought you were getting better with those social skills. You grabbed your forehead with one hand, ready to receive a “get lost” but instead of that, what you’ve heard was a friendly giggle. When you looked back at the woman, she was smiling at you with compressive eyes.
“Don’t worry, I’ve heard about you. You work at Minatozaki’s company don’t you?” She asked and you nodded, words stuck in your throat. “Yeah, I’ve seen pictures of you with Sana. I was wondering when was I gonna be able to meet in person such a pretty girl.” She said winking at you, catching you off guard.
Oh.
Oh.
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“Daddy, can I go already?” Sana whispered to her father discreetly, already dying of boredom and just wanting to steal you from that woman. Sana’s ex not only had a good reputation with business, but a good (or bad, however you want to define it) reputation with women. Something like a fancy player you might even say. She noticed the way Jihyo clearly flirted with you, making you laugh and even blush?! unlike the little annoyance she felt when Mina tried to ask you out, this made her blood boil.
“Behave, sweetie. These are important people.” He whispered back, his smile never abandoning his face. She simply sighed and continued drinking from her glass of wine, trying her best to look interested at whatever the people in front of her were saying. They might be important people, but to her, only one person in that room was truly important; you.
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“There’s no way” you said in between laughs.
“I swear it’s true! I thought I was gonna lose it because of how much it hurt.” Jihyo said, laughing as well. You were talking about a little incident in which her friend got stuck in her zipper.
“Did it leave a mark?” You asked curious.
In the time you guys have been talking you learned she also had a member, that she’s gone through embarrassing moments ( like any normal person of course), she’s a really funny and charismatic person and…
“Wanna check yourself?” She asked back, her flirtatious tone resting well in her lips.
She wanted you. It was clear to you. You felt your cheeks turn red at yet another straightforward insinuation of hers. You were trying your best to keep it cool whenever she said something like this, but maybe it was time to let her know you were not interested.
“Ms. Park I-” you started.
“Please, call me Jihyo.” She asked, with that million dollar smile of hers. In another post of this author world, that would’ve been enough to melt you. Not here though, only one smile caused that in you.
“Jihyo.” You said, making the girl satisfied “I’m flattered, I really am. But I am… well, let’s just say there’s somebody already in my heart…” you said, looking at the Japanese woman across the room, wondering what was she thinking as she had that smile on her face. Smile you knew was her “I really don’t wanna be here, business are boring Ew” smile, the memory of her saying this making you smile unconsciously. With her smile now gone but a rather calm face, Jihyo followed your eyes. Surprised but at the same time not.
“Sana?” the older woman huffed “good luck with that, dear.” She said, looking at the Japanese woman. You looked back at Jihyo for a second With a raised eyebrow, not exactly liking her tone, but deciding not to make a big deal of it.
“I don’t need luck, thank you.” You assured her.
“Hey, don’t take it the wrong way.” She said, raising her hands “I’m just saying, that’s a hard card to play, Minatozaki. You know how it is with the kids of rich folks, specially daddy’s baby girls.”
“So you?” You asked here smiling sarcastically, and she let out a genuine laugh. Too contagious, impossible not to laugh with her.
“Fine, you got me there. Here.” The older woman said, raising her glass to toast with you, which you accepted and continued chatting for a bit, now in a more friendly manner rather than flirtatious. However, Sana didn’t notice the difference, she just knew it bothered her. Specially when she noticed Jihyo’s hand on your shoulder. With an excuse of not feeling too well, she excused herself and escaped her father and his friends, not bothering saying goodbye to the young men who tried flirting with her during the whole conversation.
Finally free, she made her way to you, finding your arm and hugging it, slightly pulling you closer to her. The moment you recognize who was it, your arm automatically went to hug her waist, a scene that felt a little familiar to Jihyo, but didn’t cause any negative feeling on her.
“Good evening, Ms. Minatozaki.” She politely said, which received a clearly fake smile from her ex.
“y/n, I’m not feeling well. I think something made me sick.” Sana explained, looking at Jihyo, who found the situation humorous. She was a chill person after all. “Would you be so kind to take me to my hotel?” She asked, now looking at you with those eyes who melted your heart and had you eating from the palm of her hand.
With how silly you were, you couldn’t see she was clearly lying. Worried about her and nothing else, you agreed right away.
“Of course Ms. Minatozaki.” You nodded and looked at Jihyo, smiling at her apologetically “Ms. Park, it was a pleasure meeting you tonight, I hope we can meet again once we’re all back home.” You said politely.
“Wait, before you go let me give you my number.” She said pulling her phone out, which you almost mirrored. However, Sana did not like the sound of that at all, and took your phone from your pocket.
“Her phone died, sorry.” Sana said to Jihyo, not even caring about coming up with a better excuse. You didn’t even bother checking if that were true, letting the Japanese woman be. Jihyo was finding this situation too funny, and wanting to tease just a bit more before you go, she continued.
“Then I’ll give you my new number and you can give it to her later, can’t hurt.” She said shrugging.
“Might hurt. Goodnight, Park.” She said, and pulled you to the exit. You could only waved your hand goodbye to Jihyo like a little kid, causing Sana to roll her eyes.
She’s had it for the night, it was supposed to be a night to enjoy with you, and she’s had anything but time with you. You were hers, why were others trying to steal you?! Wasn’t it obvious who you belonged to?
Come to think of it, you guys have never made anything official. People have seen you together, the public eye was on you and the chemistry was obvious, but as far as one’s concerned, you guys were nothing romantic. I mean c’mon, she has never once introduced you (to the public or to her friends) as anything but either a person who works at the company or as a good friend. So what was she expecting? For people to respect something that wasn’t a thing?
The thought of this brought her mood down. Of course you noticed this, but in fear of making her angry, you didn’t ask until you were almost at the hotel. You guys were sharing a room anyways. Finally having some time alone in the limo, normally Sana would already be on your lap, ruining both your and her lipstick, but now she was sitting on the other end, quietly looking through the window.
“Sana, is everything ok?” You asked, trying to hold her hand, but she moved it away once yours made contact with her.
“It’s Ms. Minatozaki.” She answered with a cold tone.
Her actions and tone making you sad, not knowing what even happened. “Did I do something that upset you? I’m sorry…” you whispered with that little voice, and your sad tone made Sana’s heart hurt. She had no right to be angry at you, and she really had no right treating you like this.
“It’s not you, I’m sorry y/n.” She sighed, finally looking you. “It’s just… I don’t know, I didn’t like the way some people were treating you tonight.”
“But nobody treated me bad.”
“Yeah, I know.” She huffed. “They were treating you a little too good.” She mumbled, confusing you even more. Sana shook her head, and held your hand. “What I’m trying to say is… I think I got a little jealous.”
“Jealous?” You asked, not sure you heard that right. There’s no way she was jealous because of you, right?
“Yeah, y/n. Jealous.” She said, surprising herself as she felt her cheeks warming up ‘cause of the confession. “I don’t like sharing your attention. I know I have no right on complaining about that but-”
“Please do.”
“What?” Now it was Sana’s turn to be confused.
“Please complain about it. Please want my attention on you only.” You told her sweetly, your heart racing as you smiled at her. “Although you don’t even have to. It’s always on you.”
“Really?” The woman asked, trying her best to keep it cool, but loving what you were saying.
“Yes, Ms. Minatozaki.” You confirmed.
“Sana.” She said softly “please call me Sana.”
“Please decide.” You said, making her laugh. The sound causing you to look at her with heart eyes. “Sana, don’t you know I’m already yours?” You whispered, feeling brave. Her laugh slowly dying as she looked at you, her eyes screaming how much she wanted to kiss you. However, she decided to wait until you guys were in the room.
And now here you were, about to end up the night in the jacuzzi of a very luxurious hotel, with the only woman in your mind and dreams straddling you as you kissed her deeply, feeling the soft skin of her lower back under the bubbles that caressed her.
“You did so good today, baby.” She praised you, her arms crossed behind you neck as she play with some loose hairs.
“Did I?” You asked, wanting to hear her more, as you slowly help her sit on your hard member.
“Hmm fuck yes..~” you heard her moan, and you weren’t sure if it was an answer to your question or pleasure already taking over her “I-I’m normally the one who has to make conversation until you start talking about business and deals. But you did good at casual conversation as well today. I’m proud of you.” She teased, making you giggle.
“Thanks, ma’am.” You said, grabbing her hips as you started thrusting into her slowly. Sana matched your moves as soft moans were released, putting her wrists together behind your head as she looked into your eyes.
“Sorry for making you jealous tonight.” You struggled to say “let me show you how m-much I want only you, yes?” You grabbed Sana’s thighs, thrusting harder into her, but still at a rather slow pace, making sure she felt every inch inside her. Whimpers started escaping her lips. Her face expressions just turning you on more and more.
“Oh my god…” she moaned louder, feeling so complete, she knew she could never get tired of the way you made her feel. It was her and you, connecting with each other through more than just physical desire, than just carnal pleasure.
“I love you..” you whispered in her lips. Out of all the things you could’ve said, that one was the one that caught her off guard like nothing else could’ve done it. Shivers going down her spine as she heard in your voice how honest you were being about your feelings. She felt so vulnerable, so exposed, fragile and weak. But also so protected, seen and cared for that even if it somehow shocked she..
She liked it. More than that, she loved it. She loved you.
“I love you too…” she whispered back, and that’s when she felt like she was actually waiting to hear and say those words. Everything fell into place. Not because you were in some luxurious hotel with some hot girl. But because you were with Sana. With her in your arms, being as yours as anybody could ever be. And you being as hers as it was possible. Hearts belonging to each other, you spent the night showing each other this, again and again.
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It became a whole thing huh?😭 I had to give them a nice ending🥺 my cute lovers.
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nr1chaedickrider · 4 days
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Three is a magic number - it makes you want me even more.
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Acting like a brat doesn't end well.
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handcuffs ; degradation ; dacryphilia ; a little bit edging ; a little bit of overstimulating ; some petnames ; use of a whip ; thigh riding ; reader is getting called miss ; not proofread, guys what the fuck happened to me... is this even nr1chaedickrider anymore... ; ^_^
men dni.
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Her ass sways to the left and right side as she walks. Her already short dress rides up even higher, showing her ass off.
You wish that it would atleast show a bit of her underwear - but no.
Her naked ass is right infront of you.
A night that was supposed to be "fun" turned out to you dragging her back home.
A night that was supposed to be about spending time with friends and drinking alcohol turned into you almost throwing her onto your bed.
You straddle her and sit down on her lap, trapping her with your legs.
She sits up and supports her body with her elbows, looking up to you with lidded eyes - and a nasty smirk that comes with it just seconds after.
"Such a slut" you say, breaking the silence.
The tension is thick, the atmosphere of the room full of lust, anger and - sex.
She raises an eyebrow, tries not to smile at the name calling.
"Am I? I think I behaved just like usually."
You scoff, laughing at her statement (which is in your opinion crazy).
"If you call this your usual behavior then we have a big problem." you say, standing up as you walk to the closet.
"Clothes off, now." you add in a tone that makes her cunt throb, in a way that got her so needy for you, in a tone that sounds like you're ordering her to do something (which you are technically really doing).
She obeys, taking her dress off and letting it fall down on the floor before laying down on the bed again.
Your eyes wander around the closet, looking at different boxes, knowing that you're searching for that special box.
You chuckle a little when you find it and open it. Taking out two things -
First, metal handcuffs.
Second, a leather whip, with thin threads that hurt even more when used.
The combination of you and these two things is dangerous.
Sana always had a thing for danger.
Sana also thinks that three is her favorite number.
Handcuffs, leather whip, and lastly, the most important part -
you.
You turn around to the bed again, carrying both of those in your hands as you sit down on her lap again.
She watches you with anticipation, not being able to hide her smirk anymore.
Without saying anything, you take her wrists and attach the handcuffs to them. The cold metal sends Sana a shiver down her spine.
You then look at her again, the whip in your hand.
"Leave your arms over your head." you order her, and she nods.
Your slim fingers slowly trail over her body, touching her in a way that got her craving for more.
Your hand cups her cheek, and you can't hide the chuckle that leaves your mouth when you look at Sana who looks at you so desperately. Sana, who watches you and hopes that you finally do something to help her get off.
At this moment, however, hope doesn't help her.
You stroke her cheek with your thumb before you lean in to kiss her other cheek.
Sana tries to move, tries to catch your lips so desperately, but you move away, your and her lips not even touching for a single second.
She lets out a small whine, making you laugh.
"Do you really think im gonna let you get a kiss so easily?" you ask.
"You're pathetic"
You feel her thighs move against eachother.
"Trying to rub your thighs together to somehow get relief?" you tease her.
"Please-" she asks, no, she begs, brows furrowed as she looks up to you.
The whip hits her chest and she lets out a whimper.
"Please what?" you ask her.
"Please miss-" she lets out, her chest already turning into a light shade of red.
"I need you so bad"
You laugh.
"Too bad."
You get off her lap, opening her legs as you settle inbetween them.
You watch her breathe as she stares at you, she can't stop looking at the way your white wife beater shows off your body so well, and how you're nipples are a little visible because you didn't want to wear a bra today (which is in her opinion problably the best decision ever).
Your finger trails down her stomach to her core, moving it through her folds as she lets out a moan.
You pull your hand away, looking at her slick on your finger.
"You're so desperate.. what am I supposed to do with you baby?" you ask, knowing damn well what you want to do.
Edge her until she is almost crying for you.
Overstimulate her till she begs you to stop while she herself knows she doesn't want you to stop.
"Please.. miss.. just- I need you inside, so fucking bad-" she answers, hips moving slightly in hopes of getting touched.
You laugh a little at her desperateness and at the way she really hopes that you will give in that easily.
But there is no fun to it if you don't make her think that you gave in hm?
Your middle and ring fingers enter her core and she lets out a louder moan, head leaned back.
"God-" she moans.
You move your fingers in a fast way, curling them and hitting the spots that got Sana throwing her head back even more.
You lean closer to her, kissing her neck as your fingers thrust into her. She lets out a whimper when you start to suck and bite on her neck, marking her up.
Your hot breath against her neck and your fingers moving so skillful got her already close to her orgasm.
And she really thought that you would give it to her.
You pull out your fingers that are covered with her slick.
Sana lets out a groan when she feels the emptiness.
"You're stupid" you say, chuckling at the way she pouts a little.
"Turn around" you order, she obeys and turns around so she is on all fours infront of you. She looks at you over her shoulder, her look full of lust and need.
You take a deep breath, trying not to give in immideatly by the way she looks at you that definetly got you wet.
You caress her ass with the whip, Sana still looks at you, not able to take her eyes off you.
"Count them and i'll let you cum baby." you say and she nods, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.
"one-" she moans out when you hit her, and you definetly can't hide your smile anymore.
You hit her again, "two.." she whimpers.
Your other hand starts to touch her everywhere.
You grope her tits and play with her sensitive nipples as she tries to hold back her moans.
Another hit, "three-".
"Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" you whisper against her body as you kiss her soft skin.
The whip hits her again, the beige skin on her ass slowly fading to a darker shade of red.
"F-four" she moans.
You decide that you won't give her any time to relax anymore.
You hit again, "five"
And again, "six-" her eyes slowly full of tears, her wetness being uncomfortably bothering.
Again, "seven.."
Hit eight and nine happen fast without a single break, making Sana stutter as a tear flows down her cheek.
You hit her for the last time - "ten" she says, and you smile as you put the whip away and caress her ass with your hand.
You turn her around again, on her back.
She pants a little, her arms lifted over her head, the handcuffs tight around her wrists, problably already leaving red marks.
You place your hand on her core, slowly rubbing her clit with your fingers.
She lets out some soft moans, you lean in and kiss her lips, no teasing, no nothing.
Your lips on hers - it feels like kissing the softest pillow in the whole world.
The kiss turns messy pretty fast though.
Sana's breathing gets heavier as you trail kisses down her jaw, adding more hickeys on her neck and collarbone - claiming her as yours.
Your fingers thrust inside with no warning, she moans loud.
You smirk against her skin as you move your fingers with skill.
You continue kissing her everywhere, your lips trailing down to her breast as you take one of her erected buds into your mouth, sucking, licking, and biting a little.
Her moans grow louder, she is overwhelmed in the best way possible. Her climax comes closer as you feel her walls thighten around your fingers.
"Wanna hear you so bad, cum for me like the good girl you are." you say (which sounds more like an order).
She nods a little, eyes closed, her head thrown back.
A little thrusting and teasing her nipples got her cumming on your fingers with a loud moan.
You take your fingers out, cleaning them up a little while holding eye contact with Sana.
"Taste yourself baby" you wait for her to open her mouth as you push your fingers inside, feeling how she sucks on them, feeling how she uses your tongue that got you dripping.
You take them out with a little 'pop' sound.
Before Sana can say anything though, you kneel down - infront of her core, and dive right in.
She starts to turn into a moaning mess again as you suck on her clit.
Her thighs try to close around your head, but you hold them in place with your hands.
"You can touch me." you mumble, the vibrations making her let out another moan.
Her cuffed hands make their way down to your head, gripping your hair as she pulls you closer.
Sana had moments where she could get overstimulated easily.
She moans loud when your tongue enters her hole.
This moment here, is one of them.
She feels you everywhere as her hips buck into your face, her moans turning into desperate whimpers.
Her next orgasm isn't far away when your nose hits her clit as you move your head.
You feel your scalp burning when she pulls at your hair and cums.
She lets your head go seconds after, panting as another tear rolls down her cheek.
You sit up again, looking at her with a smile.
What was Sana's favorite number again?
Three.
Her three favorite things in bed - you, a whip, handcuffs.
Her favorite way of getting off - your fingers, your tongue, your thigh.
Seems like one thing is missing.
You grip her slim waist with your hands as you pull her on your lap.
She looks at you in confusion before she realises.
You flex your thigh and start to move her a little as she moans again.
"W-wait-" she whimpers, the handcuffs on her hands stopping her.
She feels overwhelmed, overstimulated -
and so fucking horny.
She feels like she is going to explode with another orgasm.
But she always loved the pain that comes with it.
You don't even have to grind her on your thigh anymore as she starts moving herself on your thigh, moaning, whimpering, and panting.
"Riding my thigh like a bitch in heat god... You want to cum so bad, don't you?" you ask her, whispering it against her marked up neck as you place kisses on top of them.
She nods and continues to ride you so desperately.
Your hands move up her body as you play with her nipples again, flicking them and even pinching them.
Her moans get louder already, you bite down on her neck again as you leave another mark, sucking and licking over it.
For a moment you think you even had the taste of iron on your tongue.
You look at her, watching how Sana is already so close to her climax as you kiss her again.
You both groan a little against each others lips as her body starts to shake a little as she cums on your thigh.
Sana's head is on your shoulder as she slowly calms down.
"God.." she breathes out.
You giggle a little as you free her from the handcuffs, and see that they really left some marks.
Sana looks at you again, her hands moving on your body until they hold your face.
She moves your head closer so that her lips are right infront of your ear.
She whispers something that makes you want to take off your clothes immideatly - as well as putting on the handcuffs yourself.
"Let me take care of you."
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satzumosupremacy · 7 months
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Often
Male reader x Sana 6.9k words
Tags: Smut, Hardcore, Daddy kink, Other slight kinks
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A/n: Inspired by “The Weeknd-Often”
You aren’t really a partygoer unless your friends invite you to a special event, but today you're going over without knowing how big the party is. You get to your friend's house early to help set up until the party starts. It’s a hot day; the air conditioner is keeping everyone cool, and it’s a sunny day—perfect weather for a party. 
Sana shows up an hour later; you aren’t close to her. She’s just a mutual friend who got introduced to you. Sana joins in on the offer to help and sets up the outside decorations. You’re inside, setting up tables and doing other heavy work. You always thought about dating Sana because she’s hot, but you don’t want to ruin some kind of friendship if it turns bitter afterward. The extent—you really don’t know her well, not knowing her favorite color or even her hobbies. She’s very private; it's most likely that you don’t even ask about her. 
Sana comes back in after finishing up the work with your other friends. She’s walking past you, sweating subtly from how hot it is outside with the sun glaring. You take a quick glance at her, and she smiles. 
“Hey.” Sana greeted you
“Hey, Sana.”
She walks past you and heads to the living room to help out. Sana is pretty interested in you—not in a romantic way, just wanting to know you more as a person. She glances at you helping out with the chairs, seeing how masculine and manly you are. Jessica—someone who’s currently dating your friend and knows you well—sit by Sana. 
“You interested in him?” Jessica teased Sana.
"I really don’t know him well, even though we’ve seen each other multiple times." 
"He doesn’t mind if you have a conversation with him; he doesn’t bite, Sana." 
Sana giggles; you hear her distinct giggle across the room without knowing what their conversation is. “I’ll talk to him when we all finish up before the party starts.”
Jessica nods and relaxes on the couch with Sana, seeing everyone work before the party starts. You finish up with chairs, going back to the countertop to inflate the balloons in the bag. Jessica taps on Sana’s shoulder, telling her that it’s her chance to know you more. Sana walks up to you and helps you inflate the balloons. 
“When did you get here?” She starts to inflate a balloon after.
“An hour before you did.”
"I want to get close to you,." Sana said straightforwardly; it made you assume she's trying to hit on you.
“Feel free to talk, Sana.” You look at her; she’s beautiful enough to make you want her in some way. You look back down to the balloons.
“What are your hobbies?” Sana questioned.
“I like to paint, draw, workout, and other stuff. What about you, Sana?”
"I like collecting perfume, dancing, and singing, just to name a few."  
“Oh, that’s nice; I can smell a hint of your perfume." It made her blush to be complimented by you first today.  
“Thanks, I really appreciate it.”
You talk to Sana for several minutes, not knowing your friends are taking quick glances at you and Sana talking to each other. You finish up with her, and she heads back to the living room while you go outside to hang out with your friends. The party starts half an hour later, with ten other people showing up. You feel comfortable knowing everyone there and having the best time at the party. Sana wasn't; she was relatively new to the circle of friends. 
You see Sana at the table, listening to conversations and looking around. You walk over to her and sit down. This time, you begin the conversation first, getting to know her more as you both talk for several minutes. 
Sana hands you a shot glass, pouring whiskey to drink a shot with you. “I hope we can get closer tonight.” She smiled.
“I don’t mind either, Sana.”
You get to know her, taking shots after shots slowly, getting buzzed, and laughing with her. Your friend can see you in the distance, surprised that you’re talking to someone new. You start to check her out secretly, seeing her in leggings and getting a glimpse of the size of her tits. Her thighs flatten out on the chair, which makes you get turned on by the alcohol you’re consuming with her. Sana still keeps her smile, even if her cheeks become red from the alcohol. 
"Sana, I think we should stop drinking for now; your face is red." 
“I can still go for more, don’t worry.” Sana pours another glass with you and drinks the shot.
The sun starts to set by the minute while you are having a conversation with Sana and the people around. Sana starts to look at you as you talk to your other friends. She’s having dirty thoughts; alcohol is consuming her mind just by imagining what you can do to her in bed.
Hours later, some of the friends went home, and you focus on talking with Sana. She is well enough to keep the conversation going, but she is stuttering more as the alcohol begins to take over. You grab the alcohol and shot glass away from her, worried that she will get drunk. Jessica sees both of you in the distance, quickly walking and telling Sana to stop drinking. 
Sana leans on the table with her elbows, staring right at you. It gets you flustered to see how alcohol can affect her. You decide to stare back. The background noise becomes quieter as you focus on her eyes, trying to read her. Both of your hearts start to race from the intense intimacy you two are having just by staring. 
Sana smirks, laughing right after. “Can I come over to your house?”
"Yea, sure." You didn’t give it some thought; you're already buzzed, letting whatever happens happen.
Sana starts to caress your thighs secretly under the table; it turns you on with the seductive nature she has. The alcohol is taking over both of you for an intimate night. You hold onto her hand that is on your thighs, feeling how soft and small her hands are compared to you. 
“Your hands are soft, Sana.”
“Just imagine how soft my body is when I’m at your house.” Sana whispered.
You gulp, surprised by her bold and confident words. Sana rubs your thighs gently; blood rushes down just from her touching you. She boldly feels the bulge in your pants, smirking and giving you an evil grin—yet so erotic. You place your hands on her soft thighs, caressing her secretly to get her turned on too.
"Why don’t we head upstairs to the bathroom? I’ll give you something that you won’t deny." She doesn’t stop smirking, not caring about who’s inside the house with the loud music in the background. 
“You go first, I’ll come after.”
"Make sure you cum." Sana said to you, not knowing that she wants a different kind of come. She walks up the stairs first, and you walk after to not get suspected about the little fun Sana wants with you. She waits in the bathroom, and you get in, locking the door after. She gets on her knees on the fluffy mat, pulling your pants down along with your boxers. Your cock springs out, getting hard right in front of her with a shadow casting on her small face. 
Sana gives your cock a sniff, smirking again as she gets a chance to taste and gulps. "I’ll give you something better when I’m in your bed tonight." She kisses your tip and tilts to kiss the rest of your length. You get a view of her cleavage and her black bra that’s covering her tits; you imagine how soft and firm they feel, yet you'd rather squeeze her tits to make her moan in your bed. 
Sana doesn’t ask; she wraps her mouth around your cock, slowly bobbing her head with her hands holding onto your thigh. You gather her hair, and she starts to moan quietly. Breathe heavily, being buzzed and getting a sense of pleasure from her sucking you off is all you can express. She looks up to you while sucking, meeting each other's eyes and staring until one of you can’t hold back anymore. Background noises of music from downstairs and the wet sounds of her sucking you off are all you hear. You tilt your head back, closing your eyes towards the ceiling, grunting and gasping quietly before someone hears you and Sana. She pulls back from your cock, taking off her shirt quickly to give you a view of her tits with the bra still on.
“Sana, your tits look amazing.”
“It’s better when my bra is off.”
“You really know how to make me turned on, Sana. I love it.”
She chuckles and goes back to suck you off quietly for several minutes. Your cock twitches inside her mouth, and she quickly pulls back with saliva and pre-cum hanging from her mouth. Sana wipes the evidence from her face. "I think I'd rather make you cum later; this is only the start." 
You sighed, annoyed that she didn’t make you cum in her mouth, but on a good note, she’s going to be naked all night with you. It’s going her way of making you want her without a doubt. Soon after, you both hear someone coming up the stairs. Sana panics with you and stays quiet as you turn off the lights in a pitch-black bathroom. Sana goes in for a kiss unexpectedly, calming you both down. Someone knocks on the door and tries to open the locked door. They head back downstairs, and you assume someone is getting the keys. 
"Sana, let’s get out."
You hold her hands, quickly turning on the lights to unlock the door, then turn off the lights and lock the door again as you both go into your friend's bedroom to hide. Her heart beats faster, scared of getting caught as she leans her chest on your shoulders. Someone comes up the stairs, unlocking the bathroom door while you and Sana go downstairs to the back yard of the house. You both laugh, almost getting caught, like you wouldn’t be able to make an excuse if your friends knew what happened. 
You and Sana catch your breath and head back to the living room. "I thought you both left without telling us." Your friend said. 
“We were outside in the back talking.”
"Oh okay, you can leave anytime; it’s getting late. I can clean up with Jessica tomorrow." 
"Alright, I guess I’ll go now; I’m getting tired." You secretly tapped Sana, and you headed out first. Sana heads out the door minutes later and gets in your car. You both laugh in the car; the chemistry grew within the hours of the party. You drive home with Sana looking out the window. 
“Are you sober enough now, Sana?”
"Yes, I am." She grabs one of your hands on the steering wheel and places it on her tits. "It’s actually noticeable when you check me out." She laughed. You feel guilty, getting caught staring at her body. 
“I-I couldn’t help it, Sana.”
"I was checking you out also; don’t be sorry."
“Are you always like this, Sana?”
“No, but you’re so interesting, I couldn’t help it.”
“Interesting to how I look without clothes?” You questioned Sana.
"Not just that, but your personality also." 
“Thanks, I guess.”
“Don’t you wonder how I look without clothes too?” Sana teased you.
“It would be a lie to say I don’t, Sana.”
She squeezes your hand on her tits, and you feel how soft and firm it is. Sana laughs cutely and lets you touch her tits through the whole car ride. You get home and walk her to your door, opening and closing it quickly. 
“Paint my face white, Daddy.” She smirks.
“It’s hot when you call me that, Sana.”
You walk her to your bed, take off your clothes quickly on the floor with Sana, and then lay on the bed while she crawls on top. 
"Lay back and enjoy." She laughs. You lay your head on the pillow. Sana wraps her mouth around your cock, bobbing slowly, taking her time, and slowly trying to edge you to make you cum all over her face. You breathe harder, and she smiles at you. Sana brings her mouth to your tip, licking it vigorously as your cock twitches. 
She laughs seductively, “I love it when your cock is like this.”
"Just make me cum already, Sana." She holds your hand, and you sit up again. Her hair became messy; you gather her hair, and she sucks you off again. You grab her tits, squeezing them playfully and harder to make a print on her soft tits. 
“You don’t get to cum until I make you cum, daddy.” She teased you.
“Do you like being choked, Sana?”
"I love it; choke me, Daddy." You choke her gently, then press her neck more as she gives you a seductive smirk while your other hand holds onto her tits. "I want you to cum so much on this pretty face, daddy." She whispered quietly. 
You lean closer to her ear. "I will cum as much as you want, Sana. We have all night." You let go of her neck, and she starts to suck you off quicker, making you fall back onto the pillow to see her do what she wants. Her soft, meaty body turns you on; being able to see her fully naked in your bed was like a dream come true after knowing her. You start to grunt harder as your cock pulsates subtly each time she bobs her head. 
“Sana, I’m going to cum.”
She releases her mouth and jerks you off. Her mouth opens with her tongue out, and you erupt on her face. She places your cock on her tongue, getting a good taste of you while you cum. Sana wraps her mouth around your cock again, sucking off the extra cum. You look at her, face painted with thick warm cum, and she used her fingers to lick all the mess.
She swallows every bit of your cum, tasting it like a sweet dessert that she worked hard for. “Fuck, I love how you taste.”
"Lay down for me, Sana." She lays down, and you kiss her inner thighs, then eat her pussy. Her back arches, and you pin her legs onto the side of your face. She moans seductively while you pin her legs. You please her slowly, and her hands grip the pillow. "Sana, you taste so good." 
"I know I do; eat me as much as you want."
You kiss her folds and go back to eating her. She moans loudly, squealing from time to time. You love how her voice is so erotic. She holds your hands on her tits as you focus on pleasing her. You kiss her clit and around her folds. 
“Fuck, you’re so good.”
“Enjoy it as much as you want, Sana.”
She laughs, loving how you treat her. "Please make me cum hard." You lick her clit, inserting your fingers inside her tight walls and fingering her faster. She moans and catches her breath. You feel her body tensing up; you slow down, wanting to edge her. "Fucking let me cum." Sana pleaded desperately.
"Be patient; you did this to me also, Sana." She squeals from you fingering her. She yells out a loud moan. You lick your fingers to get a taste of her and eat her again. She’s at her limit, but you don’t want her to cum. 
“I love your body, Sana.”
“Please," Sana begs you to make her cum.
“You want Daddy to make you cum?
“Yes, Daddy, please do it.” Sana pleaded.
You finger her in a hook shape. She becomes quiet and starts to cum. You stare right at her face, helplessly cumming to you fingering her tight pussy. Sana's eyes become shut, opening her mouth, then clenches her teeth. Sana squirms around with her legs jerking, and screams loudly from her orgasm. You keep fingering her, not letting her rest while she keeps moaning. She grabs your hand that you’re fingering her with and pulls you out. 
Sana's body was still jerking subtly and she tilts her head back again, gasping for air as you get closer to her. You kiss her body, letting her catch her breath. "Fuck," she catches her breath, "that almost made me pass out." 
“It felt great, didn’t it?” You said to Sana.
"It really did." She breathes harder with her chest pumping. You lay down beside her and caress her body. Sana gives you a cute smile, enjoying a night with you until sunrise.
"Can we go again? I want to feel you inside of me." Sana curiously asked you for another round. You see her eyes, wanting more and more. Sana already looks tired, but she stares at your cock, slowly caressing it, and smirks at you. Sana gets closer, trying to turn you again. She giggles, "like what you see?" Her tits are right in front of your face. 
"Shall we, Sana?" She gets up and crawls on top. Sana jerks you off slowly with a seductive smile. 
"Just let me feel your tight pussy, Sana." She smirks and gets closer to you while she inserts your cock inside her. You lift your legs slightly to give her a better position. She starts to ride you deeper, and her moans get louder. You grab her chin with your thumb on her lip, guiding her down closer with her seductive smile. She kisses and sucks on your thumb while she rides you. Her breathing becomes heavy. 
You slap her ass, making it have a red print. Sana’s elbow leans on the bedsheets with her tits mashed against your chest. She moans right in your ear, making you get turned on by her voice. She gets up again, grinds your cock with her hands on your chest, and you stare at each other with lust. She grinds for minutes until she tilts her head back, her tits in your view as you grab and play with them. 
The room fills with lust; your bodies collide as she rides and grinds on you. Her moans became erotic the longer she fucks you in that position, not knowing how long it'd been. You decide to rub her clit and she squeals. Her hands grip your shoulders with the sensation she’s feeling.
“Turn around, let me see that ass, Sana.”
She turns around, and this time you want to help her ride you, guiding her with your hands while holding her ass. She inserts your cock in, and you firmly grab her ass, putting light pressure to help her ride you. Sana laughs, flustered that you’re helping her ride you. She gets on all fours, and lock her legs in with yours. Sana rides you faster, forgetting how exhausted she is, as she wants you to have a good time with her. You glide your hands over her hips and caress her body with an arms reach. You groan harder; she’s moaning and breathing harder. Both of you are getting exhausted. She doesn’t stop riding you from behind, knowing you love seeing the view of her body. 
“Sana, you’re going to make me cum.”
“Cum inside me.”
“Are you on a pill?” You grunted right after.
“Does it matter? I want it inside, Daddy.”
She rides you faster as you get to your limit with Sana. You grunt and catch your breath. Her head is facing down, clenching her teeth with how deeply you’re penetrating. You cum inside her while she’s still riding. Sana yells, surprised by you flooding her walls. She giggles after, feeling how you came inside her for the first time. Sana doesn’t stop riding and rubs her clit while her head leans on the bedsheets. Sana pauses and her body jerks; she rides you again quickly, with you knowing she’s going to cum. Sana moans loudly from her orgasm as she rides on your cock. 
You play with her ass, giving her a light spank. You sit up to hug her from behind and shower her with kisses. 
“You seem to need a rest, Sana.”
"We can rest for a bit." She’s still on your cock, and you thrust her lightly. 
“Ah!” She moaned. “If you still have some energy, fuck me all you want.”
"Get off and lay on your back." Sana gets off, cum slowly drips out, and you insert your cock in her again. You grab her legs, holding them as she spreads herself while you thrust her. You thrust her harder and faster, planning to give her another round to fill her walls. The room becomes loud with your body colliding with hers as Sana moans louder. She clenches her teeth, rolling her eyes back and tilting her head back. Your mind becomes filled with lust just by looking at her and her amazing body.  
"Fuck..me..like this." She told you, breathing harder as you fuck her. You start to sweat as it drips down your back. Sana tilts her head to the side and grips the bedsheets. She takes a deep breath, then moans loudly while you penetrate her. Sana’s body tenses up, surprising yourself that she’s cumming again. You keep your pace with your cum lubricating her tight walls. She squeals louder, cumming on your cock with how aggressively you’re fucking her. You let go of her legs, quickly rubbing her clit to make her cum harder. 
Sana moans louder, her legs jerking, and walls get tighter as you thrust her. Sana’s legs retract into each other, and her body jerks and squirms around, cumming hard as she starts moaning erotically. You caress her thighs, feeling how soft and meaty they are. You start to sweat more while thrusting inside her tight walls, getting exhausted, and you hold onto her knees. Penetrating and giving her what she wants, you start to reach your limit minutes later. 
“Sana, I’m going to cum again.”
She doesn’t answer, exhausted at this point, and you cum inside her walls again. Her moans become softer, and squeals with your cum inside her. You fall down towards her, and she locks you in with a hug. “Thanks for giving me such a wonderful time.”
You look at her, staring right at each other. She needs a rest after all that. Sana stares at you, smiling in a cute way. "Let’s rest for a while, Sana. We both need it." She nods, and as you lay beside her, she inches closer, chest to chest sideways, and makes out slowly with you until you both fall asleep. 
Both of you slept for a couple of hours. Sana wakes up, slowly getting on top of you while you sleep, and jerks you off. You were deep asleep until you felt her presence on top of you and wake up to see her wanting another round. 
"I want it; I’m sorry." Sana pouted 
You check the time; it’s three in the morning. She smiles in a guilty way. "Go ahead, Sana." 
“You do this often with other women?”
“I do this often.”
“How often?” She continues to jerk you off slowly.
“Often with you tonight, Sana.”
She gives you a loud laugh that was cute at the same time. “That’s cute, but lets have fun. Sit back and relax.”
Sana gets down, lays her tits right on your thighs, and sucks you off with her hair dangling to the side. You look at her amazing body, admiring that you can fuck her with both of your desires fueling for the night. She catches you looking and giggles. 
“Want to be inside, Daddy?”
“Yes, Sana.”
Sana gets on her knees as she inserts your cock in her. She grinds on you slowly and picks up the pace. You grab her hands, guiding her closer, and feel her tits. You squeeze them until her moans get erotic. Reddish pink marks from your hands leave a print on her tits. She laughs, surprised that you love playing with her tits that much. You grab her neck, lightly choking her while she rides you. She always gives that seductive, mischievous smile that turns you on so much, and Sana comes down closer. 
"You aren’t going to sleep after this." She whispered in your ear. You choke her harder, making her mouth open. She holds onto your hand, not letting you off her neck. "Harder, waste your energy for me so I can fuck you as much as I want until the sun rises." 
“We really aren’t getting any sleep if we keep going, Sana.”
“Does it matter? We both can’t get enough either way.”
You gulp, knowing she’s not letting you off this bed anytime soon. Sana starts riding you faster and moans more. She lets go of your arm on her neck, and you grab her ass for a spank. She laughs seductively, riding you faster as she picks up the pace. You start grunting quietly and catch your breath. Even if Sana is on your bed, it feels like she has the most control tonight. Sana’s more dangerous than you thought, not knowing how hungry she can be from her innocent smiles back at the party. 
“Sana.” You gasp for air. You’re going to cum any second to how she’s riding you.
“Shh, cum as much as you want, Daddy.”
You start to breathe more heavily after fighting her devilish lust. Your body tensed up, gasping for air, and she decides to slow down. She leans in for a passionate kiss—proud that you’re holding on—but it wasn’t enough, and you start cumming inside her, erupting hard as you grunt. She doesn’t stop riding, even if she feels your cum flooding inside her. You grab her ass, firmly squeezing it hard as she moans, and you grab onto her back. 
"Ah!" She gets surprised as you hug her for a taste of her tits. She places her arm on your shoulders. "So aggressive, I love it." 
You bite her nipples softly, and she yells erotically. She pushes you down again, quickly riding you faster. Sana’s breathing heavier after pushing you down, sweating as she keeps riding. You wait it out, letting her get exhausted, then take over. She doesn’t stop riding you, even when she's exhausted. Sana’s filled with desires, wanting you for her pleasure. She starts to squeal, cumming on your cock with the amount of pleasure you give her. Sana pauses with your cock deep in her, and she catches her breath. Her head tilts down, breathing hard with her tits mashing onto each other from her arms resting on your chest. 
You grab onto her hands and send her down closer to your face. She moans loudly; her hands cover her mouth in the quiet night. You pin her down and Sana kisses your neck, moaning and squealing with you penetrating her harder. You grab her nape, locking her more tightly to your body.
"Don’t stop; keep going, Daddy." Her breaths were heavy. Sana’s body tense up again, breaking her kiss on your neck as she leans on your shoulder. 
“Cum on this cock again. I know you want to.”
Both your breaths became heavy, sweat dripping all over your bodies, and she starts to cum again. She grips the pillow beside you. Sana lays still, surrendering herself for a while as you keep thrusting her. You became exhausted, yet you want to cum in her again. Sana digs under to giving you a hug as you penetrate her walls until you cum. Thrusting her for several minutes, you get to your limit and cum inside her again. 
Your hands slide off from her back, slamming onto the bedsheets from exhaustion. You both breathe quietly in the bedroom. She doesn’t say anything but caresses your hair. You kiss Sana’s shoulder. She slowly closes her eyes, knocking out from fucking each other. You quickly fall asleep with your cock still in her. 
You slept for another hour, waking up just in time to see the dawn. Sana was somehow beside you, sleeping peacefully as you get up quietly to open the window blinds. You look outside as you sit on the bed, seeing a fantastic view out in the distance. Sana wakes up without you knowing—distracted from the view of sunlight across the morning sky. She stares at you, waiting for you to look back. You keep staring, spacing out with the magnificent view. Sana becomes impatient and grabs your hands, slowly rubbing them with her thumb. You look back at her in silence. 
"Can we go again?" Sana said. Her eyes beg for another round. You hesitate, thinking how much she has already drained you through the night. Just looking at her naked, you couldn't say no to such a woman who makes you yearn for more. "Fuck me, Daddy." Her soothing tone is seductive enough to make you hungry. 
"I’ll go again." You get on top of her and kiss her soft lips to her tits. She giggles while holding onto your face. You love how she laughs and giggles; it turns you on. 
"Put it in; you’re hard already." You slowly insert your cock in as both your bodies get bathed in the sunrise. She kisses you more calmly, holding your face to hers, and you thrust deep into her. She moans quietly, staring right into your eyes. "Let’s not fuck too hard; we need some rest." 
“Backing out of your own desires now?” You grabbed her chin. Her eyes gleamed with lust.
“I know you can’t handle me, but I’ll be gentle for you.”
“Honestly, you’re a bit too much for me, Sana." You chuckled. 
“At least you kept up to my pace.” She smiles brightly.
“Only did that for your pleasure, I’m going to be sore today.”
She kisses your neck, and the room becomes silent again. Her moans become softer but still erotic, and you breathe onto her neck while kissing her. Sana wraps her legs around your thighs, helping you thrust as both of you are exhausted but want more. She grips your back, digging into your skin while you penetrate her slowly. 
“Slow sex feels so amazing after you abused my pussy like it’s yours, Daddy.”
“Lay back and relax, Sana.” You said her own phrase back to her. She laughs in a cute way.
Her moans became gentle and soft, squealing quietly, and she closed her eyes. You look at her, from craving you desperately to a calm woman after. She opens her eyes, and you both stare at each other. Sana decides to play a little game of who’s going to break eye contact first. She laughs, knowing you caught on to her little game. 
You play her game, staring right at her. You thrust her with moderate speed, and she tries to seduce you with her face. 
“Am I not pretty?” Sana tried to corner you.
“You’re beautiful, Sana.”
“I hate to admit, but I find you sexually attractive.”
“I do too, Sana. You’re so hot even without clothes on.”
“Can we-” You cut her off.
"Shh, enough talking." You placed a finger on her lips, and she uses her mouth to suck your finger. Your cock twitches, and she closes her eyes, surrendering her own game. Sana reaches down to her clit and rubs it. You know she wants to cum along with you. She releases her mouth from your fingers and smiles at you brightly. 
“Cum with me, Daddy."
You thrust her faster, with Sana rubbing her clit. Her moans get louder again as the sun rises. You grunt as you reach your limit. Sana arches her back, cumming first after you. Her walls tighten up, hugging your cock inside while you cum inside. You lay on top of her with your cock still pulsating. Both of you exchange breaths, and you lay beside her after pulling out. She scoops the cum dripping out and tastes it. 
"Let’s go to sleep, Sana; we barely had any rest."   
Late in the afternoon, Sana wakes up and quietly heads to the bathroom. You wake up several minutes later, and Sana comes out of the bathroom. You go to the bathroom with your towel to take a quick shower. You get out to see her lying in bed, waiting for you. 
“You have any plans for the day?” Sana said.
"Not sure, but get up; I’ll cook a small brunch for us." 
Sana follows you and sits on the couch, turning on the TV while you’re making breakfast, and then place the food on the table. You eat with her, finishing the plate, and she volunteers to wash the dishes. You look at Sana from the back, urging to fuck her again with her leggings on that show her toned thighs and ass, nipples poking out of her t-shirt that you glanced at while you ate with her. You get up, walk towards her, and hold onto her hips with your cock brushing against her ass. 
“How can a man not yearn for such a body and beauty like yours, Sana?” You whispered in her ear. She tilts to the side and looks at you from behind, seeing her cute smile.
“Fuck, that's so hot of you.”
“Let’s fuck right here, Sana, on the kitchen countertops.”
"Fuck me slowly as I finish up." She giggles, and Sana gets turned on by you wanting her again. You undress her shorts along with the panties. Sana arches her back slightly while she finishes up the dishes. You pull your pants down enough to insert your cock in her slowly. She tiptoes, feeling the sensation of your cock penetrating her tight walls again. She multitasks, getting fucked and washing the dishes consecutively. Her head drops down, unable to wash the dishes while she moans. You hold onto her hips. Sana yells out a seductive groan. You squeeze her tits underneath her shirt. She leans on the counter of the sink with her elbows. 
"Fuck, let me finish washing the dishes. I can’t handle this." She laughs. You pull out, kneeling down to kiss her ass and her thighs while she spreads herself for you. Sana finishes up quickly, and you stand up. Grabbing her sides, you lift her up on the countertop at the corner, and she faces you. She seductively beckons you to come closer with her quiet giggles. You get close to her with her thighs touching your hips, and you give her a kiss with her head leaning on the upper cabinets. 
Sana moans gently and grabs your cock, slowly stroking and squeezing it, then quickly inserts your cock inside her. You thrust her slowly and dig into the back of her hair to give her some extra comfort on the hard cabinet that she’s leaning on. 
“Feel free to cum, don’t fight the urge. This body is still yours to fuck, Daddy.” She assured you. “I know you can’t get enough of me.”
"I know you can’t get enough of me too, Sana; don’t lie." 
She laughs. “You're right.”
You grab her neck, choking her slightly with her hands holding onto your arm. She smiles, looking right at you while you thrust inside her faster. Sana squeezes your arm, loving how you penetrate her deeply. 
"Turn around for me, Sana." You pull out of her, and she bends over on the corner of the countertop. You insert your cock in her again and grab her hair, twisting it to lock on your hands. Her head tilts towards you with her back arched. You thrust her deeper with her moans breaking. She clenched her teeth with a smile. 
"Fuck, you’re so good." She said while catching her breath. 
“You love it when I handle you like this?”
"Yes, Daddy. Make me cum on your cock." She begs with her eyes closed. Sana gasped for air, moaning in between her breaths. Her moans became louder, and her elbows slip on the countertop. You let go of her hair, grabbing her arms and locking her soft hands with yours. Her cheeks plant on the countertop, looking at you fuck her body to your desires. Sana clenches her teeth with a faint smile. You thrust her harder, pressing her body into the hard countertop.
“Daddy!” She yells out in a higher pitch, desperately moaning and gasping erotically. She catches her breath with moans that can be heard throughout the house. Sana’s body motivated you to fuck her harder. It quickly takes a toll on your body without you knowing, thrusting her without a sense of time. Distracted from pleasing her, you feel your body slowing down. You fall close to her back, holding onto the countertop as you start to lose vision. 
You catch your breath quickly, pausing as she looks at you. "Are you okay?" She taps your thigh to get off. You slowly pull out and catch your breath. "Let’s go sit on the couch." She guides you to the couch and gets some water. Sana kneels down to kiss your cock. 
"That’s sad; you can’t keep up like I thought." She teases you. “Well, that was actually amazing of you either way. Can I ride you after you cum? I want your cum in my mouth first.”
“I can feel my body getting sore, so do whatever you want for the time.”
She gives you an okay with her hands, sucking you off after she listened. You gather her hair—insanely beautiful with her soft lips on your cock. Moments after she’s sucking you, Sana is already getting you to your limit. You lean back on the couch, and she holds onto your hand, rubbing your hands softly with her thumb. Her saliva drips from her chin down to the floor. 
You don’t fight the urge; you're already tired from fucking her hard. You erupt inside her mouth, and she chokes, swallowing for her own taste. You breathe hard with her hands holding you. Sana sucks you off slower, letting you rest as you finish cumming. She gives you a cheerful smile and slowly releases her mouth from your cock. She cleans up the mess on her chin, quickly grabbing a towel to wipe the floor. You sat on the couch and closed your eyes. 
“I don’t want to get you too exhausted. Come sleep on the bed.” Sana said.
“Sorry, I can’t make you cum also, Sana.”
“I thought you knew I did back in the kitchen.” You try to remember, assuming you probably were too distracted by craving her as you fuck her on the countertop.
“Oh, maybe I got distracted.”
"I know you would ask for another night, daddy." She giggled, and you nod in disbelief at her, thinking she's going too far. "Let’s go to sleep on the bed and wake up in the evening. You seem so out of it." She said. 
Sana drags you up and takes you to the bed. You lay beside her and stare at each other. "We now know each other more." She laughs, and you see her pretty innocent smile. 
“We both enjoyed it since last night, didn’t we?” She nods happily to your question.
“Is it too much if you can sleep on my chest?” You thought about her words carefully, longer than she expected. She gets impatient, pulling you in, and mashes your face on her soft tits. She plays with your hair as you both quickly fall asleep after several minutes while you kissed her tits passionately.
You wake up first—somehow your cheeks are still on her tits. She hugs you in that position the whole time. You don’t know what to do, slowly trying to get out of her hug, and accidentally wakes her up. 
“Can we do this often?” Sana said to you in a tired tone.
"Sana, I don’t know; I’m sorry." 
“Can we?” She pleaded desperately.
“Sana, it’s going to get complicated.”
“How about monthly?” You stare at her silently. You don’t know what to say at this point. “I guess I’ll leave then.”
“Sana, wait.” You grabbed her hands.
“Give me your phone.” You give her your phone. “You have my number now. Call me anytime when you're lonely.”
“Sana, I’m still not sure about this.” You hesitantly said to her.
"Let’s make tonight your final answer if you keep contemplating." She gets on her knees, crawling on the bed for a final answer after tonight. "We can actually take it slow this time and get to know each other more without our friends knowing what we have between us, deal?" Sana smiles, smirking right after, and passionately makes out with you. She suddenly breaks it off seconds later and looks at you. "See? Your eyes tell me differently."
You stare at her silently from being right; speechless to say, you don’t want to admit anything.
She laughs wickedly with an evil grin, “do you really think I’m on a pill? I didn’t even give you a clear answer anyways.” Sana gives you an innocent smile after that, you couldn’t tell if she’s playing around.
“You-”
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housewife
minatozaki sana x fem!reader
summary: she shows her appreciation in better ways
cw: SMUT! evil, vile, degrading smut, sana treats you like a 1950s husband would, cursing, slapping, just filthy, men dni
wc: 2.1k
a/n: sana in a suit sana in a suit sana in a suit
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the aroma of the food you had been slaving on for hours dispersed through the whole house, filling the empty rooms and seeping into the thin walls.
since 7 am, you’ve been cleaning, tidying, mopping, wiping, and cleaning some more around every single corner of your shared home with sana.
you were what they called a “housewife”, but in sana’s eyes you were nothing more than a disappointment. a nuisance. a body that just does whatever is asked of her.
wiping your hands clean of any leftover sauce on your apron, you grabbed your phone from the counter to check the time.
- “5:48”
she should be home by now. sana worked a 9-5 at a corporate insurance company and usually came home around 5:30. you started preparing the dishes nonetheless and set the table with the proper silverware, one set of knives and a fork for her and one for you.
just when you finished plating the meal for her, you heard sana’s car pull into the driveway and her keys jingle against the lock of the door.
sana opened the door hastily and slammed it behind her, throwing her suitcase down and kicking her shoes off on the floor without a care where it landed.
you knew what this attitude meant. it happened at least once a week when her boss would overwhelm her with something and she would come home with a storm going on inside her head.
you hesitated to greet your wife and ultimately decided against it when she didn’t even look your way and just went straight to the living room, plopping down on the couch with a loud thud and letting out a heavy sigh.
sana took her suit jacket off and loosened her tie, turning on the tv and flipping through random channels to try and distract herself from whatever she had to deal with at work.
you brought over her plate to the couch, handing it to her. “hey honey, long day at work?”, your voice was gentle, but laced with a hint of worry.
sana paid you no mind, grabbing the plate from your hands and gluing her eyes back to the tv screen.
“get me something to drink.”, was the first thing sana said to you since she walked through the door.
you just smiled and went back to the kitchen to grab her a soda.
sana never ate dinner without taking a big sip of something first, so you knew better than to keep her waiting.
opening the can and handing it to her, you slightly blocked sana’s view of the tv and heard her tsks of annoyance. you quickly moved out of her way and went to go sit at the dinner table, the both of you eating alone, together.
that’s when you jumped at the sound of a plate slamming onto the hardwood floor. your eyes drawn to the scene of the crime, finding pasta and sauce splattered everywhere with pieces of ceramic mixed in.
“i’m not eating this shit. it’s disgusting.” sana said it in a monotone voice with no regards to how you might feel about it.
you slowly got up and walked over to sana, scanning the mess you had to clean up and avoiding stepping in shards of the now broken plate.
your face was contorted with both shock and anger, but you held in the last part with a clenched fist.
breathing out shakily, you mustered up enough strength to question sana’s childish behavior.
“why did you do that..” your eyes avoided hers and the grip on your apron grew tighter. sana was glaring at you through your peripheral.
“i come home from a long day at work and you expect me to eat that? i work hard just to be fed dog food?”, sana scoffed and leaned back into the couch, stretching her arms over the top of the couch and manspreading, shaking her head in disbelief.
“i spent at least three hours on that ‘dog food’, sana. it wouldn’t hurt to show a little respect.” your eyes had tears welling up at the edges, just restless to come out.
hearing that, sana’s eyes turned dark and her gaze was narrow. you fucked up. she tapped her finger rhythmically on the soft surface and nodded to herself, planning.
“you think i give a fuck? seriously, do you? i don’t owe you a single ounce of respect, whore. if i don’t like something, i’m not fucking eating it. now clean up your mess.” sana was fuming at this point. not only did she have a ruined dinner, she also had to deal with you talking back to her.
you grabbed the broom and dustpan from the closet and swept up what was left of her tantrum. you were so exhausted from cleaning all day, your body was spent. so tired to the point where you didn’t even notice you were wiping your own tears along with the sauce off the floor.
sana heard your sniffles and whimpers, peering over the arm of the couch and seeing your drained figure. she practically jumped off the couch with aggression and stopped in front of you, grabbing your face violently between her fingers and forcing you to look up at her.
your cries were cut short and you gasped at the sudden action.
“the fuck you crying for? can’t even do the one thing you’re made to do huh? all i ask is that you keep my house clean and have something fucking edible for me to eat when i get home. can’t even fucking do that?” at the end of her question, you felt the cold absence of her touch from your skin, only to feel a stinging heat when her hand lands on your face again, slapping you. the wedding ring she had on was sure to leave a bump. your eyes widened and the hand that you once had at your side went to caress your burning cheek.
“you’re so fucking pathetic.” another slap. this time you unknowingly let out a small moan at her strike, catching yourself and keeping your head down.
sana paused in shock, processing your response to her abuse.
“did you just fucking moan?” sana grabbed your chin between her pointer finger and thumb, lifting your face up to hers again.
“i slapped you.. and you fucking moaned? sana was genuinely curious, never hearing you react like that. her eyebrow was quirked with her lips slightly parted.
your eyes were glassy and bloodshot, your left cheek was marked red with her handprint and stained with your salty tears. to sana, you’d never looked better.
the darkness in sana’s eyes turned into lust in less than a millisecond. seeing you at her mercy and so helpless turned her thoughts into unspeakable ones.
sana looked you up and down once more before she grabbed your throat and lifted you off the ground, dragging you towards the counter by the stove with your back turned.
she stopped at the edge of the marble countertop and you winced at the bruising pain on your lower back.
sana trapped you between her arms at both sides, her hands flat against the cold marble surface. she shifted her leg between yours, pressing up against your core.
you were still recovering from the slaps you just received, mind blurry between wanting to be fucked and wanting to be comforted. but of course sana wouldn’t comfort you, the only way she expressed her “love” was by absolutely breaking you.
sana’s white undershirt was slightly unbuttoned and her collarbone was visible. her loose black tie and messy hair on top of that made every rational thought you had disappear. you didn’t even care about the disrespect she showed you earlier. if anything, you liked it.
“maybe i just needa fuck you until you learn how to cook properly hm?” sana snaked her hands around your back to untie your apron, sliding it over your head and onto the floor. her leg was still slotted between yours and you grinded on her ever so slightly, searching for relief.
“fuckin’ whore can’t think right unless she cums.” you whimpered at her words as sana crashed her lips onto yours, sucking and biting at them. the sounds that filled the room were sloppy and unsynchronized.
sana untied her tie completely with one hand and slid it off her neck without breaking the kiss. she wrapped it around the front of your throat and overlapped both ends at the back, tightening it and bringing it back towards her to hold you there. you moaned at the loss of circulation to your brain, the pressure in your head building up just enough to make your vision fuzzy.
you were wearing nothing except one of sana’s white oversized t-shirts and black lace panties underneath that apron. sana’s free hand slid under your shirt and up to grope your bare breast. the sensation of her cold touch against your warm body made you whine.
“mm- fuck, sana.” she rolled your erect nipple between her fingers and pinched it hard, eliciting pained moans from you.
sana observed you and saw your face losing color, immediately letting her grip on her tie go and pulling it off your throat with one smooth motion.
her hand trailed down to your hip, expecting to pull off a pair of shorts, but feeling the intricate pattern on your lace panties instead.
she ran her fingers over the material, humming in satisfaction. “you wearing these just for me?”
you nodded and pouted at her, whining. “all for you, sana, please..”
“please what? use your words, slut.”
“ ‘need you to fuck me so bad, please.” sana smirked at your desperation, hooking her finger onto your side and pulling your panties down, letting them slide down your legs.
your pussy was sticky from your arousal and throbbing from her teasing finger running through your slit.
sana teased your hole and went back up to your swollen clit, rubbing lazy circles around it and spreading your slick all over. you grinded yourself on her hand, silently urging her to give you more.
you glanced up at sana and saw her eyes fixated on your exposed core, watching the way her hand slid between your folds with ease and how the dim overhead light reflected perfectly off of your pussy, making you shine and glisten.
sana furrowed her eyebrows and held her bottom lip between her teeth, slowly sinking two fingers into you. she bottomed out at your cervix, pulling back out only to pick up her pace and slide inside you again. the erotic squelching sound from just how wet you were was disgustingly hot.
her groans were right in your ear, hearing her curse to herself about how tight you were. your eyes were stuck on sana’s flushed chest, her tendons popping out everytime she breathed. her breathing was heavy and uneven, and you could tell sana was losing herself in the trance that you put her in.
suddenly, sana stopped her movements and grabbed the back of your thighs, lifting you up and onto the counter. you hissed at the cold feeling against your bare skin.
sana pulled your shirt up, revealing your whole upper body to her.
she grabbed the front end of your shirt and held it up to your mouth, motioning for you to open and bite down on the cloth.
“keep it there, you understand?” you nodded, holding the shirt between your teeth and arching your back for sana to see exactly just how much you understood. she responded by tapping your thigh for you to open your legs wider, scooping her arms under your legs and sliding you forward to give her easier access.
sana’s eyes didn’t peel away from your chest for one second when she started fucking you again. her pace was inhumanly fast and yet she still managed to hit your sweet spot every time.
“oh my god, sana- fuck, don’t stop please, fuck” your moans were sporadic and words were mumbled, completely rid of any thought other than cumming right then and there.
“yeah? i’m fucking you so good right baby? don’t i deserve a good meal when i’m fucking you like this?” sana grabbed your face and squeezed your cheeks together, slapping you lightly a couple times.
you agreed with squeaked moans and squeezed your eyes shut, drawing out long yeses in between.
“yes, fuck- oh my god yes,” at that point you weren’t sure if you were answering her question or just begging for her to keep fucking you like that.
“ ‘fuck kinda whore doesn’t know how to cook for her wife? dumb fucking bitch. so useless.”
sana pushed her thumb against your clit and you felt the tightness in your core building up. moaning her name repeatedly, you threw your arms over her shoulders and pressed her face down against your bare chest, holding her there and cumming on her fingers with a loud groan.
you attempted to calm down your breathing and stabled yourself with your hands grabbing sana’s arms. she pulled her fingers out and shoved them between your lips, gagging you and swirling her fingers around your tongue.
“that’s what a good meal should taste like.”
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