#still thinking of the name but maybe sana

[royaltozaki]

the blurry line between friendship and something more

sana x fem!reader - trailer ▸ part 1

synopsis: the second day on this season’s bachelorette involves our first group date, a solo date with last night’s lucky winner, and of course, a rose ceremony to say goodbye to a few more contestants

warnings: cursing, implied sex, children, mentions of absent parenthood

w/c: 5.3k

a/n: my head is so empty but i hope that this is an enjoyable continuation, ty to all the love and all the readers <3 appreciate u all

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you wake up quite early the next day despite the long night. you pass by sana's door that's still closed, safely assuming she would still be asleep. it's also early enough that none of the producers or costume and makeup teams have come by yet to start preparing the two of you for shooting today, and you decide to head downstairs and make yourself a smoothie.

you cringe slightly as you turn the blender on, the loud whirring blasting through the peace and quiet of the early morning, but knowing sana sleeps like the dead, you're not too concerned about waking her up.

once your smoothie is ready, you walk out onto the patio and take in the slight bite of the morning air, reflecting over the events of last night while the sun makes its ascension into the sky.

you had to admit it was a little funny to see the faces of some of the contestants when sana called you out before the rose ceremony and introduced you as her best friend. you took glee in heechul's reaction in particular, horrified at what you may have said about him to sana, sending a wink over to jacky and eunji and a smile at miyeon who had all looked on in surprise as you took your place next to sana.

the rose ceremony droned on a little after that. sana had eliminated people that didn't leave much of an impression on either of you, you didn't remember any of their names. fitting since the night was all about first impressions.

what was surprising however, was who won her first impression rose. wonsik, the terrified guy that looked like he was going to pee himself every time a woman so much as looked in his direction, must have made some sort of lasting impact on sana that hopefully did not involve actual urine. she wasn't specific when you asked her afterwards, just saying that she had enjoyed her conversation with him and that he seemed like a sweet guy.

this entire thing was making you think maybe you knew sana a little less than you thought.

you sigh. an uncomfortable pit has found it's home in the bottom of your stomach ever since the beginning of last night, and it didn't seem like it was going away anytime soon. you dread what was to come.

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the first group date was underway.

sana had picked miyeon, eunji, jacky, jun, dae, and jiwon to participate. all 6 of them had made relatively good impressions with you on the first night, so this made for a good chance to dig a little more and see if you could eliminate any of these contestants.

it was honestly a pretty intense date to start with, diving right into the nitty gritty relationship questions most couples wouldn't even attempt until a few months in.

kids.

you knew sana adored kids and that she was a natural with them. this date involved everyone heading to a childcare and running it for a day.

this meant you could sit off to the side and laugh at the way eunji and dae looked completely out of depth trying to get a naked toddler that was running around on a tantrum back into his clothes.

you were sitting with jiwon since you didn't get to talk much to her on the introduction night, but with her experience as a nurse, she had a way with kids that made them just fall into her lap and completely calm down.

"did you say anything about me to sana?" she was a little awkward sitting with you, in contrast to the confidence she had last night when she had pulled sana away for a conversation during what you liked to refer to in your head as 'the hunger games'.

you feign indifference, "oh you know... only that you were really rude to me when we first met and called me a" you cover the little girl's ears sitting in jiwon's lap, "whore."

she looks at you in horror.

you burst out laughing, "i'm just joking jiwon don't worry. no i didn't say anything in particular which means you must have made a plenty good impression on your own to land on this group date." you offer an apologetic smile as she collects herself, combing her fingers through the little girl's hair lulling her into sleep.

"well thankyou. i'm glad sana has you here." she says honestly, placing the girl into a cot when she's fallen asleep and tucking her in, "it's pretty daunting to be dating so many people at once. it's good you can set her straight and be an objective presence."

you hum, "you're really good with these kids. is that something you want for yourself in the future?"

"not really to be honest. i grew up with really young siblings and my parents were pretty absent so i guess i got good at taking care of them because i had to. but that's also why i don't really want kids. being a nurse is really tiring and you're on call pretty much 24/7. the overtime is terrible and by the time we finally get off work, all we want is a good night’s sleep before we have to do it all over again. i don't want to have kids if i'm going to be like my parents, if i have them i want to make sure i have the time for them to give them the proper care and love they need."

"i'm sorry you had to go through that." the two of you whip your heads around to find sana there with a gentle smile on her face, carrying a little boy on her hip who looks perfectly snug against her.

jiwon's blushing and shuffling over so sana can join you on the carpeted floor. "there's nothing to apologise for. my experiences have shaped who i am today, it's why i do what i do and why i love it."

"that's admirable. i'm actually someone who really loves kids and would love to have some of my own, but i can definitely see different perspectives." sana's slotting in easily, and you find your jaw clenching at the way she's wrapped an arm around jiwon's and playing with her fingers.

jiwon's fumbling and a blushing mess, "oh! i mean like obviously it depends on my partner! i'd be open to discussing kids with the right person, but yeah like i said, i just want to make sure that the kids get what they need or it can really mess them up."

sana's giggling and you feel completely invisible, quietly excusing yourself to let them talk.

you bite your lip, the pit in your stomach feeling heavier than ever. you want to kick yourself, you have no idea why you're feeling this way, and jiwon seemed like such a sweet person as well, there was no reason at all for you to think she was unsuitable for sana. and yet, watching them touch and laugh and talk together made you feel all sorts of things you weren't ready to delve into yet.

you walk towards miyeon who is trying her best but still looks very much out of her zone.

"hey y/n-" she grimaces as the girl on her shoulder seems to pull on her hair, "bet everyone wants to date me right now huh?"

you laugh, helping get the girl off of her and pushing her towards another group of kids that seemed to be playing some sort of game.

"i'm sure sana appreciates the effort."

she cringes as she pulls something out of her hair and inspecting it before throwing it into the bin with a look of disgust, "eugh. i'm never having kids."

you laugh again, grabbing a comb and offering it to her as she accepts it gratefully.

"so you pulled a fast one on us last night huh?" again, you're struck by the similarities she shares with sana, if sana didn't love kids as much as she did, you'd bet she would be acting exactly like miyeon, screeching and running from the kids afraid of getting dirty or clung onto, kind of like how she would run from birds.

you shove her teasingly as she sends you a light glare, "don't worry. i only had good things to say about you." you smile reassuringly.

"oh i'm sure. i'm perfect anyways i don't know what you could've said that could be bad anyway." she smirks.

you roll your eyes goodheartedly, "actually i think i just found something. better watch your back, next time you pull anything funny i'll just tell sana you can't love anyone more than you love yourself."

she fakes a gasp, exaggeratingly placing a hand over her mouth, "you wouldn't."

"oh i would."

she sighs exasperatedly, "guess i better pack all my mirrors up and head back to file a marriage certificate for miyeon and me."

you spend the rest of the date with miyeon, laughing and joking around, you're appreciative of the distraction she offers and you're glad that she's here. even if you weren't her first priority here, you're glad to have made a friend in her.

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after the group date ends, sana is off for her solo date with wonsik. it's strange being so involved in her dating life all of a sudden. you're used to her telling you about her relationships, the dates she's been on, but now you're directly involved and you're seeing how she acts around the people she's dating. it was a whole different side of her.

that night, there's another rose ceremony. you're with all the contestants again, mingling and talking while waiting for sana and wonsik to make the grand appearance after coming back from their date. you'd overheard from the producers they were going on a helicopter ride and having a forest picnic, all very extravagant and fantastical.

so it's not too much of a surprise when everyone rushes towards the loud engine sounds and rotating helicopter wings yelling and full of excitement.

wonsik steps out first and he turns and extends a hand for sana to take.

she steps out in a stunning satin pale green dress that clings close to her curves and accentuates her shoulders and collarbone and the jewelry hanging around her neck. she's all smiles and holding wonsik's hand as she walks towards all of you.

you down your drink, finding relief in the way the alcohol burns down your throat.

let the hunger games begin.

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sana has been neglecting you today. that's what you're thinking as you down your eighth drink of the night. you're fine though, completely, perfectly, fine fine fine.

jacky's calling for another round of shots and you cheer with everyone as you all down it. you think sana's off with dae or someone but you lost track after the fifth drink.

"miyeon!!" you're grinning as you sling an arm around your new friend.

"woaaah y/n how much have you had to drink?"

"like eight but i can hold my alcohol good trust." you place your hand on your heart in mock salute.

"uh huhhhhhh c'mon let's get you some water."

"no! no water, only more alcohol! c'mon do a shot with me!" you're pouting and stamping your foot like a little kid, trying to drag her back towards the guys who are whooping and calling for another round.

"nuh uhhhh." her firm is strong around your waist as she drags you away towards a semi-secluded alcove and sits you down on the cushioned bench.

"who woulda known you'd be this kinda drunk y/n. sana must have her hands full with you." she's teasing as she gets you to drink a full glass of water, making sure you've drunk the whole cup before putting it away and sitting next to you.

you're pouting, "sana has her hands full with all of YOU actually. she doesn't have time for me here. i don't even know why she brought me here. i haven't done anything except watch her get it on with like every single person here." you hiccup, slurring as you're talking.

miyeon's frowning, a hand at your back, rubbing circles in a comforting pattern, "i'm sure that's not true y/n. you're her best friend, she just has a lot going on right now. imagine dating 24 people at the same time, anyone would have a hard time even remembering all of those names."

"yeah but my point still stands! there was literally no reason to bring me on here! she literally just did it to make me suffer i swear."

miyeon's surprised, "why are you suffering?"

you bury your head in your hands, groaning, "ughhhhhhhh i don't knowwwwwwwww. i just feel so icky whenever i see her while we're filming. like am i just being an attention whore or am i like like friend jealous? it's just so weird seeing her talking to people with like, the intention to be with them."

"well do you have this problem outside of filming? like in your real lives, do you get friend jealous easily?"

you look at miyeon dumbly, "no because sana's always going to come back to me."

she sucks in a breath and you can't tell what the expression on her face means, "what's different now then? are you worried she's not going to come back to you?" she's gentle and soft and you feel so comfortable with her, so easily able to open up to her despite only knowing each other for two days. reality television really does make everything go so much faster.

"no it's not that. she's not the type of person to just leave her friendships behind after she gets into a relationship. she cares too much about people to do that." you lean your head onto her shoulder, sighing in defeat.

"you know what it sounds like to me?"

"hmm?"

"have you ever thought that maybe you l-"

before she can finish the sentence, everyone is being called back into the house for the rose ceremony. tonight, 3 more people were going to be eliminated leaving 16 contestants. you hadn't even noticed that sana had come back from her talks with the other participants, when you spot her, she's looking at you strangely, you've never seen that look on her face before and you're a little scared at what it could mean. you hadn't done anything to upset her had you?

miyeon sighs next to you, "c'mon." she stretches a hand out to you, and you take it gratefully, walking back hand in hand, forgetting what miyeon was saying while thinking about what that look sana was wearing meant.

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you take your place next to sana, a little shakily as your vision blurs and you giggle a little. sana sends you a sharp glare as a hand shoots out to support your back and helping you right yourself. you mutter a quick sorry and stare down at your heels, remembering you're being filmed and most of the country will see this tomorrow.

sana starts reading out the names of the contestants that will continue to stay and you're checking off names slowly in your head. some people you still haven't really gotten to know too well yet, but you were getting a little better with names as you recognise most of the ones being called out.

you cringe when jihyo's name is called out and she saunters out with a bright smile, kissing sana on the cheek before receiving her rose. you smile for jacky, eunji, and jiwon, and it's not really a surprise that wonsik already got a rose on his date with sana.

slowly the roses wittle down, and then there's only one left.

hold on.

you look up to assess the remaining contestants.

miyeon.

you meet her gaze and she smiles at you encouragingly, always the optimist.

there's no way sana wasn't going to pick miyeon for the last rose right? they had hit it off so well on the first night and miyeon was picked for the group date today as well. as far as you know they still had good banter going on at the date and her talk with sana tonight seemed to go off without any hiccups as well.

yeah there was nothing to worry about. sana would pick miyeon.

"heechul."

the next few moments go in slow motion for you. you're dumbfounded as you watch heechul step forward with a sleazy smirk on his face, stalking forward with misjudged confidence. behind him, miyeon has kept her smile on her face but you can see the slight fall in her eyes.

"heechul, will you accept this-"

before you can think, before sana can finish the sentence, you're stepping forward and knocking the flower out of her hand.

everyone looks at you in shock and there's a stunned silence that fills the room for 2 seconds before Heechul interrupts.

"ahaha I will Sana thankyou-"

"No!"

He looks over at you with a smoulder on his face, an eye twitching as he tries to compose himself in front of the cameras.

Sana's snapped out of her shock now as well and turns to you, quite clearly angry with the scene you're making.

"outside. now."

she doesn't give you another second and turns on her heel. you gulp, you'd rarely seen sana angry, she was always the happy-go-lucky sunshine girl, and never was that anger ever directed at you.

"what the fuck was that?" after you'd scrambled after her.

you're still dumbfounded, "w-what? what do you mean what was that? i should be asking you that!? how could you pick heechul over miyeon?!"

her expression grows cold, "that's not your choice to make. much less on national television."

"and that's not an answer! i don't understand sana! you got along so well with miyeon and i told you what an ass heechul was! i don't- i can't- it doesn't make sense!"

"it doesn't have to make sense to you. love doesn't make sense. i need you to stop butting into my decisions. i chose heechul and that's that. miyeon is going home tonight."

"you asked me to help with your decisions! you asked me to be here! and i don't see the point of that if you're just going to ignore everything i say and do what you want. i may as well just go home if you're going to be like this the rest of the season!"

sana's face softens and she almost looks... ashamed?

"i'm sorry. please don't go home. i do need you here. i promise i'll take your suggestions in after tonight... just not on this. please don't argue with me."

you've started to pace in frustration in front of her, "but i don't understand! why? why would you ruin this poor girl's chance with you when she's clearly infatuated already and-"

"she's not! can't you see?! she likes you!"

you pause. what?

sana's blushing and clearing her throat, "anyway, if she's not here for the right reasons then she shouldn't be here anyway. so i'm sending her home."

you burst then, "what?! sana what the fuck?!"

she bristles, "don't what the fuck me! you didn't see the way she talked to you at the group date today! and then just then, her arm around you like you're her girlfriend," she spits the word out, "rubbing you're back and looking at you like that! you'd have to be blind not to see that she has feelings for you!"

"my eyes are right here sana." you point aggressively at your own eyes, "and i can see just fine thank you very much. miyeon was keeping me company at the childcare because my best friend didn't have time for me and left me to fend for my own with all these strangers! and miyeon was helping me again tonight because i was out of my mind drunk! i felt like shit and she was being a good friend while you were off god knows where making out with every other person in here!"

"they're strangers to me too you know?! at least i'm making the effort to get to know them when you barely even know half their names! and that's like half your job here too isn't it? and i'm sorry that i have to talk to everyone here because if you didn't know, we're filming a show and i'm the main attraction so i'm sorry that i actually have to go around and date people because that's the whole point of this fucking show!"

you're both breathing heavily, emotions running high.

a producer finally gains the courage to interrupt the two of you, looking like she wants to be anywhere else, she gingerly comes up and taps sana's shoulder. "i'm sorry guys but we have to get back to filming. the contestants are getting antsy and we need to reshoot that last rose because-" she glances at you with pity, "um yeah. so if we could get back that would be really great..."

sana's tense when she speaks up, "alright. i'll be in in a second."

the producer doesn't look convinced but nods quickly and rushes away again.

sana sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, "go home. you're drunk. i'll get one of the staff members to drive you."

you're about to protest when she interrupts, "you're drunk y/n. and definitely not television ready. go home." she says with finality and turns around, leaving you outside.

you're seething in the aftermath, adrenaline running high and blood pumping. you push off the staff that sana's sent, instead, walking around the side of the house and towards the front where the limos waiting to take the eliminated contestants home would be waiting.

you're still replaying the argument in your head when the eliminated participants finally exit the house. you spot miyeon immediately, her head still held high, and you feel another flush of anger at the fact that she was eliminated.

when she sees you she offers a slight smile, "hey y/n. funny we're meeting like this again. last time we were in this same limo coming to this place all hopes and dreams right?"

you sigh at her positivity, not holding back when you pull her into a hug and squeezing.

"i'm sorry you had to leave like this. i know how you felt about sana. i'm sorry she couldnt reciprocate that."

her arms come up around you as well, and you feel her release a heavy sigh, a little bit of her mask cracking.

"i appreciate that. i hope you take care of her y/n."

you bite your lip, trying not to think of the fight the two of you just had, nodding anyway to reassure her.

"although i know you will. knowing how you feel about her..."

you pull away this time, looking at her in confusion, "what do you mean by that?"

she smiles at you sadly, "you might not realise it yet. but when you do it'll all make sense. i just hope it won't be too late then."

"what- miyeon-"

she's leaving and getting into the car, slipping something into your hand.

"take care y/n. it was nice knowing you even though it was for a short amount of time. i'm glad we became friends. thank you for being there for me during this." she smiles and closes the door, and you can only look after her as her car pulls away.

you look at what she's slipped into your hand.

a small piece of paper with a line of numbers written in neat cursive.

you clutch it a little tighter, grateful for her extension of friendship even beyond all of this, in the form of her number.

you turn to the poor staff member who's been awkwardly hovering behind you and gesture that you can go now. he sighs in relief and leads you towards another car to take you home.

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sleep doesn't come easy. you're tossing and turning. you had heard sana come home and go straight to her room not long ago. you sigh, feeling conflicted. on one hand, you felt guilty that you had almost made a public embarrassment out of yourself and of sana, it was lucky the show wasn't aired live. but on the other, you were still confused how she could think miyeon had feelings for you of all people. it was so obvious to you that miyeon only had eyes for her. she had said it herself on the first night, that she wouldn't be guilty of any cross dating within the participant pool and that she was only set on sana.

a strike of lightning interrupts your thoughts, followed by the booming sounds of thunder.

you sigh, turning again in your sleep, pulling the comforter up higher, trying to find sleep.

then the second thunder crack shakes through the house and you jump up. sana.

you're out the door in seconds, hand resting on the door handle to sana's room. you hesitate. did she even what you there? you knew she was deathly afraid of thunder and lightning. back home you would always crawl into bed with her, shooshing and talking with her, distracting her until the storm passed and she could fall asleep. but you were afraid things were different now after your fight. you had never fought before, and things were so different with the entire show going on.

a third thunder clap sounds out and you hear a light yelp from the other side of the door and your decision's made. you push through quickly, shutting the door softly behind you as you inch closer to her bed. you cautiously lift a leg onto the comforter, careful not to startle her, and make your way under the blanket where she's shivering and crying, curled up in a ball with her hands over her ears.

you curl up behind her, sliding your arms over her midriff and resting your head against her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair. you feel her hands come down to yours immediately, clutching on tightly. she's still whimpering softly and crying but you squeeze against her even tighter, whispering i'm heres and you're okays.

slowly, you feel her breathing even out, she still flinches with every thunderclap, but she's not so tense anymore, uncurling herself but not letting go of your hands.

you're tracing patterns onto her palms, hoping to relax and distract her.

"thankyou." her voice is croaky and quiet.

you hum, nuzzling your nose against the back of her neck, "of course sana. you're my best friend. i'm always going to be here for you."

you feel her tense up again.

you don't want her to push you away so you interlock your fingers, holding her hands firmly in yours, not letting her break away.

"i'm sorry for overreacting tonight. you're right. this is your show and i'm just meant to be here to provide advice, and you can choose whether or not to take that on. but the decisions in the end are yours to make. and i'm sorry i disrespected that."

she sighs, turning in your arms, your heart flips a little at the proximity, but you busy yourself with wiping at her eyes, clearing away the wet tear tracks.

"i'm sorry too. i- i don't really know what came over me. maybe i was just a little scared you'd replace me. you told me on the first night that miyeon reminded you a lot of me. and then seeing the two of you get along so well, and her being able to be there for you when i wasn't, i felt a little angry with myself i think."

"i could never replace you sana. but i need you to understand that miyeon didn't have feelings for me. and i know i need to learn to be a little less clingy and needy, you're carrying a lot right now and you don't need to babysit another person on top of all that. so don't be angry with yourself for that, you've always been there for me in the past whenever i've needed you. and i know you'll always be there for me in the future too."

she frowns, "but not tonight. i wasn't there for you tonight." she brushes your cheek gently, "are you okay? why did you drink so much? that's not normally like you."

you sigh, placing your forehead against hers and closing your eyes, reveling in the closeness and familiar comfort sana offered.

"i don't really know. miyeon was saying something but she never got to finish her thought."

you know sana frowns again at the mention of miyeon because you feel her forehead wrinkling a little. you chuckle, "stop that." you poke her side and she wriggles away from you, pouting.

you hum, "it's hard to explain sana. it's like- like i can see everything now y'know? like i'm there when you're flirting with others, i'm there when you're in the process of getting to know someone and dating someone and it's different because that's not a real experience. like in the real world, i'm not going on group dates with your 6 other romantic interests, i just get the brief summary from you after you've finished the date. and i don't know- i- this is a hard word to use but i think i get jealous? but like- ugh i don't know it's all just so confusing and-"

you blink. a soft warmth is pressing against your lips. then as soon as it came it's gone.

your eyes are wide as you look into sana's equally widening eyes.

"oh my god i'm so sorry i didn't-"

and then you're pressing your lips against hers again. it's addicting. her lips are soft, and fit perfectly against yours, and this feels nothing like all of the kisses you've shared with your various exes. she's returning the kiss, moulding against you, a hand coming up to rest on your neck as you feel her fingers slide into your hair. your fingers come to rest naturally at her waist, which you find is just skin because her top has ridden up a little and she gasps at the cold feeling of your hands on her body.

you take the opportunity and lick into her, earning your first moan that shoots a line of energy straight to your core.

you're on top of her now, and it's your turn to moan into her when you feel a leg lift and press right against where you need her most. you're nipping down her neck, laying soft kisses and licks and she's panting under you, both of your minds hazy with lust and want.

she speaks up first though, "w-wait y/n-"

you hum against her pulse point as you suck on it, biting softly, relishing the moan it rips out of her.

"should we really- ah- be doing this?"

you pause, lifting off her a little, the sight of her panting and out of breath, lips swollen from kissing, hair messy, and a slightly darkening spot at her neck, all of it going straight to your core, as you grind down a little on her leg.

"fuck- i want to. i want you if you want to."

you're back at her neck, licking and sucking a path up to her ear, taking in an earlobe and nipping lightly.

she jolts up into you and you both moan at the slight friction it provides. she's closing her eyes, "oh fuck it- ye-s yes god- yes i need you y/n please."

and that's all it takes for you to reattach your lips, the storm, the show, everything else completely forgotten, just the two of you in this moment. you could deal with everything else tomorrow.

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Look At Me⋅˚₊‧୨୧ ‧

>>contents: in which Sunghoon becomes jealous of his admirer, y/ns new friend

>>warnings: fluff, angst, kinda cliche romance

>>now playing: Look At Me - Twice

Everyone in the campus knows of y/ns crush on Sunghoon, its no surprise that she follows him everyday, gives him lunch which he never eats, tries to strike up a conversation which he never answers and so much more. The head over heels girl was so in love with the quiet popular boy that never considered her a choice

"Sunghoon, good morning!" Greeted y/n with a happy smile, after all it was always a good day when she meets sunghoon first thing in the morning

As always Sunghoon didnt answer anything, instead walking away from the interaction. leaving a disappointed but not suprised y/n to stand alone in the hallway

"i don't get why you still chase him y/n, hes such a cold guy that doesnt even appreciate what uve been doing to him for the past months" said Sana, y/ns best friend who saw her interaction with him

"Dont be like that! Maybe one day he would finally see me as a someone, i just need to have patience" said y/n enthusiasticly

Sana only sighed and shook her head before dragging y/n to class

After class finished, Sana, y/n along with Danielle and Hyein all went to the cafeteria to eat. As always y/n prepared sunghoons meal beforehand

The daily routine goes about how y/n would approach Sunghoon to give him his cooked meal only for Sunghoon to give a slight nod and later throwing it away

As y/n was about to approach the cold boy, Hyein stopped her. "I don't think you should do it today y/n. I heard he failed his history exam and is in a bad mood today"

"Nonsense! I do this everyday, im sure by now its a natural occurrence to him" said y/n stubbornly, Hyein can only sigh at the realization that her best friend was head over heels for the boy.

Y/n approached his table, there was him and his other popular friends. "Hi Sunghoon, here's ur meal" said y/n while giving Sunghoon a lunch box which she cooked before school

She didn't expect sunghoon to suddenly snap. "God y/n why can't you realize that i don't like you? Is that too much to comprehend for your stupid and stubborn head? Do you not realize that i never ate your lunch? Do u not realize that i would never like someone as low as you?" Said Sunghoon furiously.

Y/n felt her heart shattering at his words, sure Sunghoon never said thank you to her, but he never snapped at her especially in front of the cafeteria, where everyone was watching

Sunghoon continued to bash her and humiliate her infront of the cafeteria, y/n just stood there trying to hold back her tears, looking at the ground

Danielle and the rest quickly approached the commotion and pulled y/n to the girls bathroom to fix herself. All y/n did was cry, she didn't expect for Sunghoon to humiliate her for the entire school to see, all she can think was the revenge she wants. She wasn't sure of whats happening but she is sure about one thing, she doesn't like him anymore

They comforted her and walked her to her next period

"Listen up students, today we have a new student" said their teacher

"Hello, im Soobin. Please treat me well" said the new student whos name seems to be Soobin

Y/n wasn't paying attention though, she was still in shock about what happened at lunch earlier

"Soobin can sit next to y/n, y/n raise your hand" y/n heard that and raised her hand

"Hi, I'm Soobin" said soobin who saw the gloomy girl

"Hi im y/n" said y/n shortly, again still sad about what happened

Although it turns out, y/n and Soobin seems to have a click. They enjoy the same tv shows, has the same opinions, understands each other's humor, they instantly became close friends by the end of the lesson

The next day, Sunghoon didn't expect her to not greet him first thing in the morning, instead avoiding him. At first he was feeling good with this change, it was one thing off his plate and now he didn't have to be annoyed by another admirer

Y/n was having a good day, she spent time with Sana, Hyein, Danielle and Soobin. The people who appreciates her and loves her for who she is

At lunch time, Soobin and y/n ate at the cafeteria together. Sana and Hyein was busy studying for their history test in the library, while Danielle was practicing tennis at the school field. Which ultimately left them both together to get lunch

Y/n had so much fun, Soobin's jokes were making her mood so happy today.

Unbeknownst to her, Sunghoon who arrived at the cafeteria before her was staring at her, he was confused on why she didn't even greet him, nor did she give him lunch today

"Seems that uve got a staring problem, u like her or smth?" Jay jokingly asked

"No? Why would i like her? Im happy that she's finally not clingy to me anymore, i never liked her anyways" said Sunghoon. Y/n heard that sentence and she feels her heart shattering once again

"Don't say that, she put a lot of effort on ur lunch that u throw everyday, atleast give her some credit" Heeseung, Sunghoons friend said

"Yeah, if i had an admirer that put in that much effort i would be honored, besides she's quite cute" Said Sunoo, who in return received a glare from Sunghoon

"Hey do you know that guy? He keeps glaring at our direction since we've arrived" Said Soobin, pointing to the person not other than Sunghoon

"Hm? I don't know him, he is probably just spacing out" reasoned y/n while trying to drag soobin out of the cafeteria

Sunghoons deathly glare at both of them certainly was a shock to y/n, usually he never even looks at her even if she tries to talk to him, but she ultimately brushed that thought to her just being dramatic

This went on for weeks, Soobin and y/n became practically attached (platonically) and Sunghoon would always often stare at them the whole time

Sunghoon still wouldn't admit to anyone (even to himself) that he misses y/n, her talks, her lunch, and just her being clingy to him. Until one day he finally had enough

It was lunch break, as usual y/n along with her friendgroup was walking to the cafeteria to get some food, Sunghoon knew this and took the opertunity to approach y/n and her friends

"Y/n can i talk to u?" Asked Sunghoon who was still giving Soobin glares. Before y/n can answer Danielle did. "What do you want sunghoon, leave y/n alone she isn't bothering you anymore" said Danielle while the others agreed.

"No i promise it's not about that, can i just speak to y/n privately for a moment? It won't take long" Sunghoon tried to reason. Finally y/n said "Fine, you guys can go to the cafeteria first ill catch up later" said y/n

Once they were finally alone, Sunghoon immediately said "Why do you keep avoiding me these past few weeks? I thought u liked me" said Sunghoon

Y/n scoffed "How do you expect me to keep clinging on to u after what you said? Its true, u never appreciated my efforts. I should've listened to Sana" said y/n with a slight crack in her voice

"What about Soobin, what is with that guy and why are u guys suddenly close? Do you like him now?" Asked Sunghoon bitterly

"Don't bring Soobin in this conversation, you know very well that this is your fault, me and Soobin are just friends, but whatever we would be is none of your business. I thought u hated me anyways? What happend to u having one thing off ur plate?" Said y/n

"I didn't mean it i swear, i was in a bad mood. Im sorry, i genuinely miss all the things u usually do to me in the past, i don't like it when u look at anyone else, look at me" said Sunghoon with a slight pout

"it's okay, i forgive you. Besides i kinda miss making you lunch" y/n said half jokingly

"I promise ill change" said Sunghoon while kissing her forehead

Since that day, sunghoon and y/n ultimately started dating (against Sana, Hyein, and Danielles will)

💳: divider: @iluvrei & @chilumitos! Other pictures are from pinterest, credits to all the owners

A/N: feel free to send in a request xx

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[miinatozakiii]

moonlight serenade

kindergarden teacher!sana x fem!reader. (pt. 3)

summary: sana finds you even cuter after seeing you in shark pj's, you two are hopeless lesbians, you drive sana home and it's more romantic than it should be – oh my god you're not a mother?

wc: 5.3k

warnings: mentions of food, i think that's it ; reader has tattoos ; u two are hopeless romantics ; lesbians being lesbians

pt 1. pt2. pt4.

a/n: I love jazz. I've been listening to jazz in a bakery/cafe while writing each part actually. pls listen to moonlight serenade by ella fitzgerald, it's a work of art and one of my all time favorites :-D

(are lyrics in fics corny? I have no idea. I just love jazz and thought this song was perfect for this part.)

trying to write as much before I move! enjoy ;-]

-

“Are you actually serious?” Jihyo says, placing her cup of coffee down. Sana pinches the bridge of her nose and lets out a small breath,

“Jihyo, I don’t know what to do,” Sana says defeatedly.

Two months have passed by and that means two months of seeing you every now and then. Johnny, your brother, has returned from his business trip, so he ended up being the one to take Hana to school in the morning and the one to pick her up in the afternoon. You, however, were not going to miss the chance to see this lovely woman named Sana. 5'4 inches of pure beauty and charm. So, you convinced him to let you take Hana to school once or twice a week just to see who you think is the woman blessed by Aphrodite. 

I mean, the temperature is dropping, and the warmth that spreads through your body when you see Sana is definitely something you need for this weather.

Every week Sana would see you in the morning once or twice. You two would exchange your friendly greetings before Hana goes off to chat with her new best friend Jiyeong, you’d stare at each other all lovingly (you two are oblivious, it’s sick), and then part ways. Rinse and repeat, reuse, reduce, recycle, etc, this went on for two damn months. 

Sana would never say anything more, she wouldn’t flirt, she wouldn’t ask you out, and she wouldn’t do anything but be friendly. She still believed that you were literally her student’s mother, and there was a guilt that got heavier every time her heart did a flip from seeing you.

Each interaction sparked a small flame in your hearts, and just before it grew bigger, you’d wave goodbye; the flame would die again, never growing large enough to really warm you two the way you both needed.

“Sana… I honestly have no clue what to say,” Jihyo starts, and she looks at the young teacher in front of her, practically losing her mind, “I mean, you’re sure she’s her mom?”

“Yes, I mean, the girl’s dad and her take turns dropping her off and whatnot. I'm not going to be more delusional than I already am trying to find anything that makes her seem less like a mother, I mean, it's clear that she is the mother of that girl.” Sana explains, and her heart sinks a little, “I guess her dad is nice, though, and tall, I don’t know.” Sana groans. 

Jihyo watches Sana stick out her signature little pout and swirl the coffee in her cup, 

“Well… There are always others, no?”

“I don’t know, it’s just something about her Jihyo,” and Jihyo listens with interest, “I just, ever since we met, I feel like, there was some kind of… god this is so embarrassing…” Sana trails off, putting a hand on her forehead and pinching her eyes shut from slight embarrassment. Sana reminisces the way you’d joke about Hana making your wrinkles appear if she kept it up with her little antics, how you’d make her laugh at your little comments, and the way your eyes scan the room for her in the mornings and -

“You’ve been a hopeless romantic since we were roommates, I’ve probably heard worse.” Jihyo sighs, and she reminisces about the days when Sana and she had to share a small single-bedroom dorm, and how she would gush about anything and romanticize everything. 

“Look, she’s just so pretty… Maybe we could just be friends? She’s sweet.” Sana suggests, and Jihyo laughs in disbelief.

“You want to be friends with someone’s mother that you also, or, might have a crush on?”

“Maybe.” 

-

You let yourself in through the front door with your spare keys, hanging your jacket on the coat hanger and sliding your shoes off, setting them on the shoe rack. 

There’s a faint melody of a slow, soft song playing, and there’s a low voice that hums along to the old tune. It fits the atmosphere of the quiet house on a Thursday night.

You creep through the hall quietly to see your brother in the dimmed kitchen washing a few plates. He’s in a navy long-sleeved shirt with its sleeves rolled up so water doesn't temporarily shade his apparel, and loose shorts that go down to just above his knees. His hair is a bit messy, and he looks nerdy with his circular black glasses on. You laugh at the sight of him in his pajamas and slides, he jumps a little and turns his head in surprise after hearing you.

“My god, at least text me.” He sighs, and you chuckle at him. You make your way over to the area where he is and sit across from him at the kitchen island, he directs his attention back to the dirty plate in his hand, “Did you need something?”

“Kinda.”

“You know where everything is, just grab it if you need it. Also, be quiet, Hana just fell asleep.” Johnny responds, turning off the sink and placing the white dish in the dishwasher. 

“It’s not a physical thing, I just… maybe some advice, or at least your thoughts.”

“...On?”

“There’s this girl,”

"Oh," He mumbles quietly, “You’re ready to date again?”

“I think so,” You begin, “She’s different you know. Not like that girl in high school. She’s actually the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and she’s sweet and nice and caring and-”

“How long have you known her?”

“Two months...”

“So it is Ms. Minatozaki.” Johnny scoffs, though, not in an insulting way, more of an ‘I fucking knew it’ way. He picks up a rag and starts to wipe it on the countertop.

You look at your taller brother in surprise, “How did you know?”

“Hana tells me all about you two y’know? Why else would you willingly wake up earlier than you should to drop off my daughter at school? And, she tells me that you ask about her teacher?” He laughs, “You’re not good at hiding things, never have been.”

“Hey!” You say defensively, and a little too loud as it makes him put a finger to his lips,

“Lower your voice.” 

“Sorry.” You mumble, laying your head on your palm. Johnny turns his body to face you instead of the counter connected to the sink that he had previously been wiping,

“Soooo, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know Johnny.”

“You think she likes you?” He asks, genuinely curious about your new interest. Johnny grabs two glasses of water and places them on the counter, then sits down to the right of you, making sure to give his full attention to you. 

Johnny has always been a good brother, and you two had your necessary brother-sister moments where you were at each other's throats; in fact, you’d bicker all the damn time and it even went on into high school. However, you two always had each other’s backs. Even when you hated each other there would be moments where you two were the only ones who understood each other, and sometimes time seemed to stop when you’d talk about the deeper topics and anything bothering you two. 

And so, time slows down as Johnny listens to your rant.

“We’re friendly, I mean, what am I thinking? I feel slightly delusional I won’t even lie,” You sigh, “She’s so pretty and sweet and I just, I really want to get to know her. Like ever since I met her I felt like… It’s so corny but I swear the world literally paused for a moment.” You add, shifting your look away from your older brother.

How are you supposed to tell your brother that this woman that you’ve known for two months is making you lose some sleep, and, by the way, you haven’t even had a full conversation with her either. You think of the woman that you go out of your way to run into and see for ten minutes a day total, twice a week. You think of her radiant smile that rivals the sun's rays, the voice that’s more soothing than any song on your playlist, and the way her eyes light up when she sees you, and -

“You’re head over heels, huh,” Johnny says, amused.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I barely know her.” you lie,

“Well, you could.”

“And how am I supposed to do that? ‘Oh hey I think of you day and night just because I think you’re cute and nice and I think I almost overfilled a cup of cold brew while daydreaming about you, uh maybe we could go out sometime?’”

“Maybe don’t say that much, dumbass.” Your older brother says playfully, “Just start with a compliment or something, you seriously suck at this romance stuff.”

“Thanks,” You mutter, rolling your eyes, “But what if she thinks that’s weird? I’m literally her student’s aunt.”

“Maybe,” Johnny sighs and finishes the water in his cup, “Maybe you should get some rest, y/n. If you lose sleep over this woman who you’ve never had a full conversation with, imagine how much sleep you’ll lose when you finally do.” He stands up and makes his way over back to the sink to rinse the glass cup you had gotten him for his last birthday, “So, maybe you should catch up on rest now and rant to me when you finally have the balls to actually make a conversation with her, then I could actually give you some decent advice."

“You suck.”

“I want to give you my feedback and advice, but this is literally all I can say right now: ask her out and come back to me.”

“This is too much.”

“You’re a loser, y/n.” Johnny jokes, and he takes the cup that you hadn’t touched away and then rinses it.

-

You don’t even get to plan anything or prepare yourself for your next interaction with Sana, and you look stupid when you run into her too.

You’re at the nearest convenience store in an oversized t-shirt that was your brothers’, the gray shirt with a shark graphic on it that was too comfy to not steal. Paired with that tee were plaid shorts and white socks with more sharks on them that you had gotten from Hana last Christmas, along with grayish-green clogs on your feet. 

You were dressed like a college student that was on a budget, and of course, you had to run into the woman of your dreams at a convenience store at 12:24 am on a Friday night while looking stupid.

Sana had run into you while you scanned the drinks section. You didn’t notice her calling out your name while there was pop music playing in your earbuds, and when you turned to see who had tapped on your shoulder your eyes widened.

Sana held a small basket in her hand, and she wore a purple sweatshirt along with gray sweatpants, much more presentable than what you were wearing. Your face goes red as you realize that she’s caught you looking ridiculous, all while she looks perfect.

Her hair is clipped up and some strands fall over her face, and she looks so unbelievably adorable just standing there smiling at you.

“Hi.” She says, looking you up and down. 

She scans your whole look and gets a little flustered by how precious you look. Your hair is messed up and disheveled at the roots, as if you’d just gotten out of bed and ran a hand through it. The oversized t-shirt drowned your figure in comfort, and your inked, toned forearms were revealed. The t-shirt you wore had a cute shark graphic on it, Sana had guessed that your daughter had something to do with why you had that shirt. She smiles at the sight of you in such comfy clothing, looking lovely as ever while you stare back at her. 

“Hey.” You respond, taking out an earbud,

“It’s surprising to see you here y/n,” Sana giggles, “Thirsty?” She questions, and she’s peeking at the vitamin water in one of your hands.

“I guess so.” You mumble, biting the inside of your cheek and putting a hand in your pocket, “It’s pretty surprising to see you here too.” You add. Surprising, but wow, definitely lucky. When would you ever see her looking so comfy and out of her workplace looking so cute? 

Sana giggles and you feel like a huge gust of wind has hit you so suddenly, about to hit you off your feet. You smile brightly. 

“I couldn’t sleep, I wanted something to snack on,” Sana shrugs. You glance at her basket and see some spicy turtle chips in the basket,

“Eating something spicy at this time is new to me, most people would have something warm, no?”

“Maybe.” Sana mutters, “I like your outfit, by the way.” 

Your ears turn red again and you look down at your clothing, “Yeah… It’s a shirt from Hana’s dad, haha, that’s why it’s so big.”

Sana’s heart sinks a bit at the mention of Hana’s dad. 

Sana and Johnny had met other times, and Sana thought he was nice, sweet, and she can't lie he does has a nice smile, but not as nice as yours. He treated Hana with care; Sana could tell he loved her dearly, as much as you did. 

“I see, I like it. The two of them must love sharks, she always draws them during class.”

“She and her dad are very similar, lots of shark things in the house. I prefer koalas.” You reply. You wonder why the hell you’re mentioning koalas at this time, at this moment in this place, but it doesn’t matter because it seems to spark some kind of conversation with the woman in front of you, and Sana thinks it’s cute, actually. 

“Koalas?” She questions amusingly, "They’re cute. I think hamsters are cuter, though.” 

“hamsters?”

“Mhm.” 

You chuckle at her response and wonder, how does she get cuter every time? Sana turns her head to eye at the drinks, then makes her way to the refrigerator door to grab one for herself, she grabs a canned iced americano and turns her body to face you again, 

“Do you live near? I feel like I would’ve run into you sooner if you did.” Sana says, looking at the can in her right hand. 

“Uh - no. The nearest convenience store closes at 12, so I just drove around until I found one open.” You answer, “Do you live near?” You ask. You wonder if the question is too weird or creepy to ask, I mean, this is a woman you don’t know too well, and would it be weird to ask a person you find so attractive where they live?

“Kind of. It’s a fifteen-minute walk, maybe less, give or take. The one right next to my place is closed too.”

“You walked? At this time?” You question her. Worry takes over your whole body because she walked alone? In the dark? At this hour? 

Sana just hums in response, “Yeah, the neighborhood is really quiet and not too bad.”

“Still, you should’ve driven or something.”

“I don’t drive.” She simply states. You furrow your brows. She just stares back at you with those big brown eyes, it almost makes you forget about worrying.

She walks past you and heads to the self-checkout, you follow. There's a sudden idea that pops up in your mind, and you usually wouldn't be so bold to suggest or ask anything so direct, but it's twelve in the morning and your mind is too scrambled to make or think of any decent decisions.

“Sana,” You murmur, voice just barely above a whisper as you find the confidence for what you’re about to say, “Uh- this might be a little weird to ask, but, um…” You stutter, why the hell are you stuttering? She’s staring at you with those large espresso-colored eyes that remind you of your job at the moment, and the longer she stares back at you the more your mind races. This woman has your heart doing flips and pounding through your chest, you can barely manage your thoughts and words,

“Yes?”

“Uh, could I take you home?” You finally say, barely managing to make eye contact with her and it’s a humbling experience as your usually leveled (at least you think) demeanor crumbles under the presence of this woman.

“You don’t have to. It’s late and I don’t want to cause you too much trouble, y/n.” 

“I’d be much more troubled if I knew you were walking home alone at this time, I insist.”

“Alright then. Let me pay first.”

You pause for a moment and Sana just turns back around, scanning the chips and canned coffee she had in her basket. It’s almost 12:30 now, and a pretty girl is letting you take her home. This wonder of the world is letting your disheveled self take her home.

-

“You have a nice car,” Sana says. She's never had a thing for cars or really knew too much about them. She's only paid attention to Jihyo’s five-seat white Lexus and the black, modified BMW that belonged to her childhood friend Momo. Other cars don't really matter or stand out to her, but Sana’s interest in you grows when she first sees the green Mercedes. Five-seated car looks nice and neat from the outside, for some reason, it really catches her attention. When she sits in the passenger seat she’s hit with the smell of coconut and vanilla. There are two things hung from the internal rearview mirror: One, a small keychain of a koala, and two, a picture of you and Johnny.

Sana can’t help but smile at the picture of you two, you two look happy.

You start the engine and put on your seatbelt before putting the drink you bought in the cup holder. You press on the screen in your car and a slow jazz melody plays. Of course, it had to be a love song. 

“I’ve never seen your tattoos up close, they’re really pretty.” Sana suddenly says as you start to move out of where you were parked. Her eyes scan from your upper forearm, where the tattoo started, and down to where it ended just below your wrist, “I only saw a bit of them when you had dropped Hana off the first day.” Sana added.

She wanted to add on about how she also noticed the tattoo just under your knuckles too, and how she found the ink on your skin so endearing. She wanted to tell you all about the things she found attractive about you. From the noticeable things like your bold features to the little things she’s noted in her mind from every meeting. The way you’d always run a hand through your beautiful hair once or twice, the eye contact you couldn’t hold with her, the way you bit the inside of your cheek when you were quiet, the way your fingers often tugged at the beaded bracelet on your hand, how cute it was to watch you say bye to your daughter, and various other little details. Sana wanted to tell you all about those things, but that would be incredibly weird, right?

“Oh, yeah, thank you. I got the tattoo on my forearm a couple of years ago. Hana picked out the butterfly on my hand last year, actually.” You say, looking at the screen of your car as you back up a bit, making sure you don’t hit anything. 

“Oh, also, you can type the address on my phone. Here.” You add, handing her the device. Sana types in her address quickly and it pops up on the screen. It’s a quick 4-minute drive, and you both wished it were a bit longer.

The music continues to play softly while you two sit in silence, and it somehow makes the mood a bit more intimate whilst the faint sound of Ella Fitzgerald's voice echoes,

I stand and I wait 

For the touch of your hand in the June night 

The roses are sighing 

A moonlight serenade

Your breath hitches, “Um, you can change the song if you want…” You say embarrassed. Sana shakes her head and mumbles, 

“It’s alright. I like it, It’s cute.” She admits, making you blush a bit. You grip the wheel a little tighter as you stop at the red light. The heartfelt lyrics fill the air with a romantic hum, and only the tender melody is heard as you sit together in silence.

The stars are aglow

 And tonight how their light sets me dreaming 

My love, do you know 

That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?

Sana’s heartbeat skips a little knowing that you listen to such romantic melodies, and she wonders if you love as romantically as such songs. Her mind wanders to the thought of you serenading her in the moonlight, or serenading her in a more domestic setting. The sudden thought of you humming along to these tunes while you cooked or cleaned allowed made her cheeks flush a bit. Jihyo was right: Sana is a hopeless romantic. She’s too far in to get out of the hole of these feelings, and her heart aches a little, the guilt piles up.

You on the other hand are freaking out.

Sana likes your lovey-dovey taste in music, and she seems content (Sana's having a crisis). Maybe you do have a chance with this woman, I mean, she’s already in your car and letting you take her home. Maybe you can do this again, maybe you can listen to songs like this together in a more intimate setting rather than your car, and maybe you can do more than just listen to Ella Fitzgerald together. All the maybe’s in your head are cut short as you reach her place and park in front of her apartment complex. 

“We’re here.” You mutter, and you wish you weren’t.

Sana nods and reaches for the eco-friendly bag she had set down, unbuckles her seatbelt, then turns so that her eyes stare into yours with a new intensity. She puts her left hand on your right hand that had been gripping the gear shift ever so gently, your jaw tenses a bit and your left hand that had been on the wheel tightens its hold once more. She looks from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes again. Your heart is suddenly an acrobat the way it's doing so many flips.

“Thank you again, I appreciate it.” She says, and her other hand is on the handle of the door, ready to get out, but she doesn’t.

“Anytime, I didn’t want you to be out alone at this time.” you wonder how that sentence leaves your mouth so calmly because your heart is beating at least two hundred times per minute. 

Sana’s lips curve into a smile again and you relax a bit,

“Well,” Sana starts, and she opens the door, “I’ll see you soon?”

“I’m picking up Hana on Monday.”

“Great. See you then, y/n.” She finally says, turning away and getting out of the car. You two look at each other again and your eye contact lingers a bit before she finally closes the door, waves, and turns to head inside the apartment complex. 

The music continues to play, and your heart longs for her once again.

I stand at your gate

And I sing you a song in the moonlight 

A love song, my darling 

A moonlight serenade

-

A week passes after this encounter, and Sana is currently giving the kids an announcement that might have them jumping off the walls.

“Alright everyone in your seats please.” She says kindly. The students listen to her and shuffle to their seats, some chatter being shared as they do so. Sana claps her hands in a pattern to bring the students’ attention to her, and they clap their hands the same way that she had, quieting down in the process.

“Alright everyone, before I make this announcement, I need everyone to behave and not get too rowdy, okay?”

“Yes Ms. Minatozaki!” The class answers enthusiastically. Sana nods and smiles at them,

“Alright. So, there’s a special trip that is planned for you all next week.” She begins. The kids' faces start to light up after hearing the words “special trip” and almost all of them are itching to get more details on it. Sana’s face seems to light up with theirs from just looking at the excitement on their faces, so she continues,

“Next Wednesday we will be spending the day at the art museum downtown. There are going to be multiple people guiding you throughout the museum, and you’ll be able to learn about the art.” Sana explains, “And, at the end of the trip we’ll all meet back at a special room where you can paint along with an instructor.”

The kids’ smiles grow even wider, some are whispering to each other while others continue to keep their attention on the young teacher. 

“Now, I also wanted to add that we will be needing some chaperones to help look after the class. I have some papers that I’ll give to you, make sure you show them to your mom, dad, or guardian. If they’d like to tag along to help out that would be great, and highly encouraged.” Sana says, pulling out a pile of papers from her desk, she begins to pass around said forms.

-

An hour passes and it’s free choice time. Hana walks up to the young teacher with the form that Sana had previously handed out. Sana smiles at the young girl and tilts her head,

“What is it, Hana? Is everything okay?” The young teacher questions,

“Um, Ms… What does guardian mean? You said mom, dad, and guardian earlier. Does that mean grown up?” Hana asks, and she looks at the paper as if her five-year-old self can read the whole thing with ease, 

“I guess so. It’s an adult who takes care of you.” Sana explains to the girl. The girl hums to herself and furrows her brows,

“Does that mean y/n can come?”

“Of course, she’s your mom isn’t she?” Sana asks, and she’s confused as to why the girl looks up at her in surprise,

“My mom?” 

“Yes… She’s your mom, no?”

“Ms. Minatozaki, Y/n is my aunt.” 

Sana’s whole world stops for a moment. Y/n is her aunt? 

“So your dad and her are…?”

“Y/n is my papa’s younger sister, she always jokes about him being so old,” Hana says, laughing to herself.

Sana genuinely stops functioning as she processes this new information: You’re not taken. Fireworks set off in her heart and confetti seems to pop: you’re not her mom. All the guilt that had been on her shoulders from thinking she was infatuated with a taken mother is gone, and it all makes sense now. Sana wonders how stupid she could’ve been, I mean, you and Hana’s dad had similar features, face shape, hair texture, and color. The young teacher had also realized that Hana only called you by your name, and not “mommy” or “mom” or anything like that; how could she have been so stupid?

“Ms. Minatozaki?”

“Oh, yeah, yes Hana. Y/n can come, of course, she can.” Sana says, and she really hopes you do come. Hana smiles and looks back at her paper before talking to her teacher again,

“You know, my aunt, she asks about you a lot.” 

“She does?” Sana says, her heart skips a beat. Hana nods and looks back up at the teacher,

“She always asks about how school was, but she always ends up asking more about you and how you were during the day.” Sana’s eyes widen and she looks at the young girl in front of her, exposing you for being so interested in her. 

The flame in her heart grows bigger, and it seems that the flame has no intention of dying down now that she knows you’re not Hana’s mother. Hana turns around and makes her way back to her desk to color after seeing that Sana wasn’t capable of responding again, and Sana doesn't even notice. Hana sits down unbothered, not knowing that she just turned Sana’s whole mood around, not knowing that this new piece of information will have her daydreaming the rest of the day – no, the rest of the week – maybe the rest of the month.

-

The school day comes to an end and the usual routine occurs: bell rings, kids scream, talk, and practically leap out of their seats to get in line to go to the entrance of the building. Sana waits with her usual group of eight, which includes Hana, and she hopes that today would be the day that you decided to pick her up. You had already picked Hana up on Monday, but now it’s Wednesday and those are the days that Hana’s dad would usually pick the little girl up, great.

-

Forty minutes pass and Sana sits down at the main office with Hana, no one had come to pick her up yet. Hana seems to be unbothered by this as she colors and draws on the sheet of paper that Sana had given her to cure her boredom, but she worries slightly since Jihyo still waits for her in the front. 

Sana texts Jihyo a string of apologies and explanations and before she reads the instant reply, the sound of heavy breaths are heard as a familiar face enters the room, looking around all worried until her body relaxes when she sees her niece.

Y/n lets out a sigh of relief seeing Hana sitting down, coloring as if there wasn’t a single problem in the world. Her look shifts over to Sana, who is already looking at her. Their eyes meet and it makes the two women smile at one another.

“Hana,” your voice makes the little girl turn her head. She smiles and runs up to hug you, leaving her art on the desk,

“Aunt y/n!” And this is the first time Sana hears the little girl actually call you her aunt, she wishes that she would’ve called you aunt earlier (it would've saved her sleepless nights of wondering what the hell to do with her feelings, but at least she knows now). 

You hug the little girl back and swipe away the strands of hair on her face, “Hi little one. Your dad had something come up at work, I rushed over as soon as my shift ended.” You explain. You turn back to share eye contact with the young teacher, eyes narrowing and lips curving upwards as you smile at her, “Thank you for watching her, I’m sorry for being so late.”

“It’s all right, really.” It’s more than all right, Sana thinks. 

You grin again and turn your attention back to your niece, “Ready to go?”

“Yup!” 

“Okay little one, come on.” and you crouch down to let her wrap around your shoulders, letting her piggyback ride you. You grab the art that your niece had made on the table and finally stand in front of Sana, thanking her.

“I’m sorry again, thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem, it’s nice to see you again,” Sana admits, a bit shyly too. The grin that’s already present on your lips grows and you wave to the shorter woman,

“I’ll see you.” You finally say, waving with your free hand and turning your head to the little one, “Let’s get going, your dad will be back by dinner.” You mutter, and Hana hums tiredly in response before you head out the main office doors, taking a quick glance at Sana, smiling again.

…

Jihyo’s going to lose her mind when I tell her all of this, Sana thinks to herself.

#sana imagines #kpop x reader #sana x reader #twice sana #twice x reader #gay gay gay #twice imagines #minatozaki sana #sana fluff

[octuscle]

I like the work the Chronivac did to “assist” that office. I definitely wouldn’t mind if my 9-5 colleagues were as inspired to hit the gym, instead. Maybe there’s a training video I can share with them?

Strictly speaking, you're not exactly a sporting ace… Okay, you go swimming twice a week. You eat a reasonably healthy diet. You're one of the fitter ones in the company. But you're also one of the youngest. You have advantages there… In any case, you've already submitted a proposal for a fitness program to the internal suggestion scheme. Let's see what effect that will have. But now you have to get on with your work.

After a few days, you will receive a parcel by internal mail. "Stephen, is that you?" you ask in amazement. Stephen is your age and has been in the post office for ages. He's actually a skinny, pimply guy who you've always felt sorry for. But now you're looking at a muscular jock who smells of sweat and musk. "My name is Steve, are you Robert Hitch?" "Dude, we've known each other for five years, you should know my name is Mike." Steve grins, shrugs his shoulders, puts the package on your desk, takes a deep breath from his armpit and says he doesn't give a shit.

Robert Hitch is your boss. Steve should have known that. The package is from Chronivac Inc. Doesn't tell you anything. But it's personally addressed to Robert. Although you actually have better things to do, you drop the package off at Robert's. He looks a little horrified. As if you had caught a child reaching into the candy drawer. He asks who the parcel is from. You shrug your shoulders. He wipes a little sweat from his forehead. But that's nothing special. The fat pig sweats all the time.

You forget the story after a few minutes. The stock markets are going crazy, you have your hands full. At some point during the evening, you receive an e-mail from Robert. It goes to the whole department. Subject: Mens sana in corpore sano. It's actually about promoting physical fitness. There is a link to a piece of software that you should download. You do that and go back to the risk profile of your bond portfolio.

Frederique and Jean-Paul are the two stars of your investment banking. Both have a knack for making quick and correct decisions. They are among the few people who are still at the bank at this time of day. You drop by for a chat with them. As usual, they are hardly distracted by the screens. When you ask them if they have downloaded the software, they just nod their heads. Have they looked at it yet? A shake of the head. Okay, you're not going to get into a conversation here.

When you come into the office the next morning, you see Marcus and James sitting spellbound in front of their screens. The two of them are staring at pictures of fitness models doing strength exercises. You ask if this has anything to do with the link from yesterday. James says he has no idea what that shit is about. He's here to work, not to exercise. Marcus nods. But neither of them turn their heads away from the screen for a second.

You ask if you should bring them a coffee. They both shake their heads. Marcus mumbles something about whether there are protein shakes in the coffee kitchen. You think it's a joke.

There are actually canisters of protein powder in the coffee kitchen. You think for a moment about whether you should really bring Marcus a shake. But why would he drink a protein shake? You regularly go out for lunch together. You've already talked about God and the world. But never about food supplements.

As you're on your way back to work with your coffee, it almost falls out of your hand. Marcus and James are sitting over their work again. So presumably. There are definitely two men sitting in their seats, working. But neither of them looks like Marcus. Or like James. They're both talking and every other word is "bro" or "fuck". But they're obviously working on the quarterly report again. Something is strange. Very strange.

As you pass Mr. Hitch's office, your coffee falls out of your hand. You stare at the person who sounds so much like Robert. As if Robert spoke a deep, well-trained bass. But the man looks different. "Shit, bruhs, we have to change da dress code. Shoulder coverings only optional from now on. Shit, bruhs! sun's out, guns out!"

Your productivity is limited. In the department chat, people who have never been interested in sport exchange tips on how to gain mass as quickly as possible. Steve drops off the mail and asks you if you know what a protein fart is. You shake your head and Steve shows you. Shit, that stinks unnaturally. Roaring laughter from the surrounding tables. Someone shouts "Attention, en voici un autre!" And shortly afterwards you hear the incredible sound of a fart. You get up and see who it came from. At Frederique and Jean-Paul's desk, two giants are having a lively discussion. Your French is not very good. But they're obviously arguing about whether the current share price of Chronivac Inc. is undervalued. The one you think is Frederique is flexing his tattooed biceps. And the other one laughs and says "Acheter! Acheter!"

You've never wanted an individual office so much. The air is cutting. Sweat, musk, protein farts. You take another look at Robert's email from last night. You open the link. And you can't take your eyes off the screen. You feel the urge to wank your boner. A wet spot forms on your pants… You take off your jacket with some difficulty. Phew, you stink of sweat. Ads for tank tops appear on the screen. Shit, if you don't go straight to the toilet and jerk off now, you're going to cum in your pants.

The toilet is very busy. You see how Robert has put one of his department heads against the wall and is shagging him. You stand at a urinal and take out your hard-on. Steve approaches from behind. You don't have to jerk off on your own, he is happy to help you.

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #inked man #tank top #ai image

[wonysugar]

show them | lee chaeyoung

synopsis: your camgirl best friend invites you to feature in one of her shows<3

pairing: camgirl!isa x fem!reader

genres: just pure smut tbh nothing else going on LOL

warnings: degradation, heavy humiliation, voyeurism/exhibitionism, objectification, kind of dumbification

word count: 1069

a/n: so i was working on my sana fic, but i had this thought stuck in my head and it wasn’t letting me concentrate so i wrote this instead. here are some crumbs to feast off of while i finish the rest!!

“thank you so much for the donation seraphinee!” thanked your best friend, isa, as she was pumping her fingers in and out of you with no mercy whatsoever whilst reading the comments and checking the tips. it’s been about 40 minutes and you still couldn’t fully believe you were here doing this, getting used in front of a camera, with a whole audience watching. and you were even more shocked that you enjoyed every bit of it.

first, her casually confessing that she did this for a living, and then straight up inviting you to one her lives? it all felt like a fever dream, but here you were.

“do you see this, baby? people are liking it, alot. maybe i should invite you over more often.” she said in a playful tone, still working her fingers inside of your walls, making you clench around her as you moaned out her name repeatedly. “don’t you think so, y/n?” she added as she increased the speed of her movements, making you a whining mess. words couldn’t come out of you, you weren’t bothered enough to make them come out.

“answer me, you slut.” she harshly pulled on your hair, making your head throw back as her fingering grew rougher by the second, making it even harder for you to form a complete and correct sentence.

“y-yes isa, i - fuck - i think so t-too.” you said, eyes rolling at the back of your head at her calling you ‘such a good girl’ for her. being so vulnerable like this for hundreds of people to see and get off to, getting used like this by your own best friend, all of it, turned you on so much. then, as you were getting closer to your climax, her rough movements suddenly stopped.

“awe, you didn’t get to cum, did you, baby?” she mocked, you whined out of impatience, bucking your hips for any type of friction, mumbling and muttering little ‘please’s as she chuckled. it was honestly pathetic.

“sooo needy. and you’re letting everybody see you like this, too. everyone can see how much of a fucking whore you really are, and you’re just letting it happen hm? you like being used by your best friend while a bunch of nobodies jerk off to it, don’t you, you dumb fucking bitch?” she giggled as your chest heaved up and down, desperately trying to find enough oxygen. then, she pulled out her fingers, which earned a slow whimper from you, proceeded to lick them thoroughly and turned to the chat.

“my loves, what do you think we should use on this poor, naughty little thing? she clearly would cum to basically anything at this point, i mean, have you seen her?” she mockingly said, spreading apart your pussy lips with two fingers so everybody saw how dripping wet you were, it was so embarrassing, but you loved it so much. “so, let your imagination run wildd.”

lots of objects were coming up, some of them absolutely ridiculous, but most people were suggesting something pretty average, like a vibrator or a dildo. isa, at that moment, was feeling cheeky, so she chuckled to herself and grabbed a vibrator from her drawer.

she motioned for you to get on your back, cunt diagonally facing the webcam, she set the toy on the highest level, not even bothering to look at the donations anymore. she was focused on you now, and only you.

“now, i’m gonna use this on you. you are not allowed to cum until i say you can, okay darling?” her eyes and voice lustful, like her only intention was to ruin every part of you, it sent chills down your spine. you nodded.

“words.” she added, you shivered. “y-yes ma’am.” is what weakly came out of your mouth, and in response, she laughed in your face.

“ma’am? god, you really are a whore. you’re like a stupid bitch in heat. you probably can’t even think right, poor thing.” she said, still laughing at you. soon enough, she pressed the vibrator against your clit, making you gasp at the sudden sensation. you swore you could’ve just came right then and there. but you couldn’t, you had to hold it in. for isa.

what felt like an hour passed and she pressed it harder, sometimes to the point that it hurt you, but she didn’t give a fuck about that. in fact, she wanted you to be in pain. she knew how much you wanted to cum, but she also knew the amount of effort you were putting in not to.

“pleaseeepleasepleaseplease isa let me cumm please i’ve been so g-good.” you begged, letting go of every last bit of dignity you had left, which already wasn’t a lot. but, you couldn’t help it, you felt like you were gonna explode.

“hmmm… do you guys think we should let her?” she asked the audience, gently massaging your folds as she continued abusing your core with the toy, making it almost numb. fuck, it hurt.

she looked at the chat with an innocent smile plastered on her face, waiting for responses. when she saw them appear, she was a bit disappointed on seeing that most of them were a bunch of approvals on letting you cum, but she also did agree that you’ve went through enough for that day.

she looked at your shaking body with amusement, because that’s all you were at that moment. a fucktoy, something to entertain her. “you wanna cum, love?” she asked, acting as if it wasn’t obvious enough. you nod eagerly. you quietly begged her to let you finish, breathy moans escaping your mouth also. then, she put the vibrator away and… replaced it with her mouth?? “then cum on my tongue.” she ordered.

the feeling of her mouth on you felt incredible, especially after having nothing but a vibration on your clit for 10 whole minutes. you honestly felt pathetic, because a singular swipe of the tongue is what brought you to your peak. you closed your eyes as the orgasm you’ve been waiting so long for hits you like a truck. you let out a long and loud moan, calling out to her in any way you could think of. that’s the thing, you weren’t able to think, it all just felt sososososo good.

“that’s right, show them how good i made you feel, y/n.”

#isa stayc #isa smut #stayc smut #smut #kpop girl group #kpop gg #isa stayc smut #isa x female reader #i need her to ruin me lowkey #just lowkey though! #(not lowkey) #stayc #wlw #lee chaeyoung #lee chaeyoung x female reader

[gayforminatozaki]

"so what's your name?"

sana x spiderwoman!reader

summary: SANA gets MUGGED??? SPIDERWOMAN SAVES HER? ?? THEY'RE ACTUALLY PRETTY CUTE TOGETHER??(EMOTIONAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT) 😱😨 (tw: implied r//pe but nothing actually happens)

wc: 1.6k

authors note: please be nice i haven't written anything in 2 years. also y'all like how i decorated this post i put pictures and everything oo i feel so fancy.

(@moonpheus)

it's 10pm, or maybe 11? who knows. all that sana knows is that it's late as fuck and she needed to get home as soon as possible. unfortunately, the only way home from her shift at the bakery was through a shady neighbourhood that she almost always managed to avoid. unfortunately, some pretentious customer came in just before it was time to close and demanded they make two dozen fresh doughnuts for her daughters birthday party. she was a bitch about it, sure, but seeing how stressed she was she caved. though she was beginning to regret it now as she missed her daily drive home from jihyo, and with no taxis around now had to resort to walking through unfamiliar territory.

it's just a 10 minutes away sana thinks, trying to compose herself. what she failed to realise, however, was that there was someone tailing her. no, not just one person. but two. and as she takes another step she's immediately grabbed from behind and a knife is put to her neck.

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT

her immediate reaction is to stay as still as possible, but on the inside she's experiencing nothing but sheer panic. multiple "what if"s and "i should've been more careful"s and "fuck you jihyo i'm gonna die"s occupy her head, that it takes a couple more screams from the attacker to snap her back to reality.

"LISTEN TO ME BITCH OR I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT."

"w-what do you want?" sana says, half crying half babbling.

"your purse. pull out your wallet and show me." he spits. sana complies, slowly pulling out her wallet with shaky hands. "how much?"

"a hundred" she replies, showing him the bills. she didn't want him thinking she was lying, not that he deserved the truth anyway. sana hands the wad of cash over to him and stays silent as he shoves it in his musty washed out jean pocket. after a while of still having a knife to her throat, she musters up the courage to talk to him, though meekly.

"is that it?"

the man stops, and then chuckles.

"is that it?" he says with a smug smile, getting closer to sana and moving his other hand to her pants. wait, is he going to.. oh god. "well, unless you have something else to offer me..."

tears start welling in sana's eyes, but before she could start begging him not to, a spiderweb shoots down from above, pulling the knife out of his hand. a few more go on his face, blocking his vision. a figure leaps down and starts mercilessly beating the everlasting shit out of him. punch after punch, sana's pretty sure she can hear some bones break. groans and cries erupt from behind, but sana doesn't dare look- not yet anyway. by the end of it, the man's laying down with his face bloody and disfigured. as the figure stands up straight, a wad of spit hits her leg.

"fuck you." he sneers, mouth full of blood, "i didn't even do anything yet."

and with that final word, the figure turns around and aggressively steps on his head. a helpless scream leaves his mouth.

"fucking bastard," you say, pulling the money out of his pocket. sana's left speechless. absolutely frozen. you notice and concerned, ask "ma'am, are you okay?"

what you didn't expect was to receive a hard slap to the face.

"s-spiderwoman you..." sana cries, "you s-saw that and you didn't bother to do anything u-until h-he.."

your eyes grow wide, "what? no no that's not what happened!" you say desperately, 'i thought he was only going for the money and didn't want to risk anything with a knife that close to your neck."

"b-but you managed to grab the knife no problem!"

"because he had his focus on something else!" you sigh, "i'm sorry, i should've done something in the first place."

"...thank you." sana say, "i was so scared. thank you so much."

y/n beams. though it sucked seeing people get hurt, it was nice being able to help them.

"it's no problem. i'm just glad i was here to help." sana nods, "it's too late for you to be out here, especially in this place. what are you doing?"

and so sana begins explaining her situation, to which you suggest you swing her back home. after all, you didn't think sana would be in the mood to continue walking after that. though sana was hesitant at first, you assure her it's completely safe.

"don't worry, i have a lot of experience" you say reassuringly, "though i don't always carry a grown woman with me."

sana laughs. you're both now up in the sky, leaping from building to building. she can't lie, it's absolutely terrifying. one wrong move and she'd fall to her death. fearing this, she clings onto you even harder.

"are you okay?" you say, turning red under the mask.

"y-yeah it's just so weird being up here. how fast did you get used to it?"

"didn't take long honestly. i'm not usually focused on what's below me but rather the criminal i'm chasing. though i do like to just swing around for fun sometimes."

"it's terrifying." says sana

"yeah, but thrilling" you smile, holding sana a bit closer. you don't want her feeling unsafe. this doesn't go unnoticed by sana, who now had the courage to peer down for a bit. "by the way," you ask "what bakery do you work at?"

"hm? oh, rosie's bakery. It's by the-"

"rosie's!? I LOVE rosie's. you guys make the best cheesecakes hands down." you say enthusiastically, to which sana can only laugh, "sorry, i didn't mean to cut you off."

"nono it's fine, honestly i didn't know people were such fans of our cheesecakes." she laughs. you smile back. she's so cute.

"oh we just passed by my apartment. it's the one over there." sana says, pointing to one with a chair on the balcony. you leap down onto it, still holding sana. looking in from the balcony, the woman has a pretty nice apartment.

her living room is neat and organised, with a large bookshelf to the side of it filled with books (she's well-read). her plants are seemingly still alive (she's responsible) and organised in a way which encapsulates the feel of her apartment (she's organised and pays attention to detail). she has a kitchen island- wait she has a kitchen island?? in new york city?? she really is your dream girl.

you don't realise you're lost in thought until sana speaks.

"thanks for the.. i want to say swing but that sounds wrong."

you laugh, "it's no problem. i'm glad you came home safe."

you both stand there silently, not knowing what to do next. sana breaks the silence clearing her throat.

"ahem. well, it was nice meeting you. thank you for everything."

she bows and turns to leave. you stand there frozen until you call out to her.

"wait! what's your name?"

sana stops in her tracks and turns around.

"hm? well what's yours?" she says with a hint of smugness.

you scoff, "i can't tell you that. it ruins the whole anonymity thing i have going on."

"then i won't say."

"okok fine just your first name then?"

sana crosses her arms, a grin forming on her face. "why do you want to know my name so much?"

you open your mouth to say something- wait, should you? oh fuck it you're under a mask you can be as cocky as you want.

"well, it's a shame not to know the name of a beautiful woman."

sana goes red.

"honestly," you continue, "you deserve better. i can't even imagine how hard it must be for you to go this long without knowing my name."

sana stops going red, and scoffs.

"maybe if you weren't so adamant on not telling me yours i would've told you mine by now." she says smiling. she doesn't actually think it's that big of a deal, but she liked messing around with you and seeing your reaction.

"i have an actual reason though! it's too personal, it could link to my actual identity. that's the point of the mask." you say, gesturing to it.

"it's too personal for me too." she replies with a shit eating grin.

she's being so difficult you think. you think a bit more, until a lightbulb goes off in your head. if she wanted personal, you'll give her personal.

you take off your mask- no not all of it, you're not crazy- but just enough so that the bottom half of your face is showing. what you're doing right now is probably worse than just sucking it up and giving her a (probably fake) name. you didn't want to lie to her though, not to those eyes.

you start taking slow steps towards sana, who had just let out a small gasp. you get closer and closer until both of your faces are just a few inches from each other.

you hold her face and pull her in for a kiss.

lucky for you, she kisses back. it's short and doesn't escalate much, but the feeling of her soft lips on yours has you losing your mind. when you pull apart you can't help but feel like you've been kissing for a whole century. you look into her eyes, deep brown and unforgettable, which happen to be looking right back at you. her lips are slightly parted, and you have to do everything to stop yourself from going back in.

"sana."

"what?" you say, dumbfounded.

"my name is sana."

you smile. you didn't actually think that would work. you take a few steps back.

"see you soon, sana." you say, swinging off the building. sana stands there dumbfounded, touching her lips.

who knew that being mugged was the best thing to happen to her?

#minatozaki sana #twice sana #sana #sana x reader #sana x fem reader #twice x reader #twice

[sunboki]

004. SUNDAY’S PARADIGM — ANTHOLOGY

PAIRING. Hwang Hyunjin x gn. reader | WORD COUNT. 2.6k & 15 minute read | SERIES PLAYLIST. | WARNINGS. cursing | TROPE. college au, friends to lovers, she fell first but he fell harder (lmao), fluff

( ✉️ ) — hi everybody! i’m very happy to announce that this is the last addition to my mini-anthology “METANOIA”, thank you so much for the support this far and for so much anticipation and patience along the way— have a wonderful day!!

He was a cold person. Spiteful and brash to all people too close, scared to let his walls down. Except, to him, you’re a spectacle. A classmate he realizes he can’t exactly find reason to dislike while he sketched you from his stool in the art room.

Hyunjin knows your habits.

He knows when you’re talking to someone you like your voice becomes higher, knows you prefer to work alone on certain projects, and that you have a low social battery in public spaces. He knows when you're talking to the professor, when you’re anxious, you hold your arms close to your body.

In fact, Hyunjin may know more about you than your friends do. Except, Hyunjin isn’t your friend, nor a stalker or admirer. He’s just Hyunjin and you’re just Y/n, someone he never gets bored of watching from afar without knowing why.

Perhaps it’s the careful sculpting of your nose, the way your eyes perfectly fit with the rest of your face, rose hued lips curling when you smile. Oftentimes he wonders what shade your lips would be if he watercolor painted them. Dusty or dark, pink, or maybe red. He wonders.

And on occasions, he wonders why you aren’t the model for their class while one hand absentmindedly traces you, seated a few stools ahead of him while his canvas successfully blocks the repeated glances in your direction.

Maybe the endless sketches of you in his notebook are the reason he treats that thing like a porcelain vase, held dearly close to his chest as if a mere drop of water would rot the binding.

Hyunjin doesn’t like his sudden interest in you—doesn’t like how he can’t dislike you compared to his usual stark coldness for everyone and anyone, but he can’t help it.

There’s just something peculiar about you that he can’t put his finger on. He doesn’t like that either. But somehow, he can’t seem to get enough.

.

.

.

His lips pull into a frown, the usual one that unconsciously causes the rest of his face to turn grumpy. Oftentimes, Seungmin (the boy occupying the stool to his left) would snap his fingers just to watch surprise cross Hyunjin’s face for a change. He’s a strange kid.

Noticing a friend of yours stumble into the classroom, he can’t help but repeatedly peer from his work, memorizing the small creases of your clothings fabric onto the canvas.

For a moment, Sana (the girl whose name he finally remembered) pulled a small candy from her pocket and popped it in her mouth, urging you to take one as well.

She doesn’t like that flavor, she likes the strawberry flavor better. He thinks to himself.

And sure enough, after delivering a kind smile, you sneakily shoving the treat into your bag when she turns around. Hyunjin bites back the ghost of a smile creeping onto his lips.

Stupid. This is stupid. He tells himself constantly, but still finds his heart beating faster upon seeing you each day.

Really, really stupid, Hwang Hyunjin.

.. .

“I got it!” Sana shrieks, and you attempt to even your sudden panic as the girl begins gesturing wildly. Perhaps Hyunjin isn’t the only one getting surprised on a daily basis.

Frantically piecing together the thoughts circulating around her caffeine dispenser of a brain, she slams her hands down in front of you, another jump scare.

“He’s a ‘look don’t touch kind of guy’, that’s why every girl wants to be in our department!”

Crickets could’ve chirped in the amount of time you blankly stared at her.

She’s fervently nodding, seeming to have discovered an entirely new world in the process of describing your class spectacle as a ‘look don’t touch’.

“..Einstein would’ve stayed in his grave.”

“Would not,” She retorts, pushing her inky black tresses behind her ear and clasping her hands together. “In fact, he would’ve used all of his stone-dead energy to climb out of his grave just to tell me how smart I am!”

“Now that’s just wrong.”

So after more pouting, more glaring, and more unconvinced stares, you finally rise off the bench, shaking the iced coffee in hand.

It’s your lunch, and you would rather not talk about Hwang Hyunjin, but you might just have to give up even trying to avoid the topic at this point.

You don’t dislike him or anything, it just becomes a tad bit irritating once his name has been brought up forty five times in the last two hours, y’know? Because if there’s one thing Sana was right about, it’s that every girl is obsessed with him. Borderline. Obsessed.

Meanwhile, Hwang Hyunjin has no interest. In fact, Hwang Hyunjin doesn’t seem interested in anyone, nor much of anything. That is, unless it’s art.

Back when you had first taken the class the two of you debated on if he was gay, trying to find something that explained it. Although, by the third week you both concluded he acted like that towards everything.

Well, at least he looked bored.

Hwang Hyunjin was hard to read.

Setting your materials in their coordinating places, you steady the easel in front of you, prepared for Ms. Hoon to burst through the door and demand a new mock-up in five minutes or less. She’s known for being spontaneous in all of the wrong ways.

Except, today, Ms. Hoon saunters in, fingers nimbly adjusting her skirt that hangs close to her ankles—close to her tawny leather boots clicking when she walks. She’s pleased, too pleased.

Sana sends you a look saying the same thing you’re thinking:

We’re fucked.

Whipping a random roster from nowhere, her pointed index slides down names before looking up. Right at you.

“For our end of semester project, I want us to explore new options. I’m assigning all of you in pairs to visit different exhibitions around Seoul. Y/n L/n?”

You raise your hand.

“Your partner is Hwang Hyunjin, you’ll be visiting the National Museum of Korea’s Greece exhibition this Sunday,” She smiles, scarily resembling a Cheshire cat. “Infographics are here.” Ms. Hoon finishes, patting the stack atop the podium.

Never has there been so many eyes boring into your back.

And with that, the students either drag their feet or plow through to grab the papers.

Meanwhile, you’re feeling something only recognizable as impending doom.

You’re fucked.

.. .

Hysterically staring ahead, you flinch when a piece of paper is slipped beside you, forcing your eyes off the board.

Can I get your number? It reads, so when you notice Hyunjin’s name is addressed below, you’re convinced you’ve been trapped in some alternate universe. Mere seconds ago Ms. Hoon assigned partners, or did you miss something inbetween the lines?

Your number? Hwang Hyunjin, asking for your number?

Unbelievable.

Instead of darting for the door like you’d planned earlier though, you wait until the classroom is empty to approach him, looking unfairly handsome as always. But before he can say a word, you form a jumbled sentence through fast-blinking eyelids and manically expressive nods of your head.

“Hyunjin I— I’m sorry I’m flattered but I don’t think of you like tha—“

“Huh? For the project?” He replies, and a hundred tons of steel might as well drop on your head at this rate.

Not only are you fucked, but now you’re fucking yourself. And not on good terms.

Talk about a bad first impression.

Opening your mouth, closing it, and opening it again, you chameleon redder and redder the longer he looks at you, shakily typing your digits into his phone to spin on your heel and march out at an alarming pace.

Although, you don’t see the small quirk of his lips, nor how he named “Pretty Project Partner Y/N” as your contact.

“God I’m such an idiot!” Clutching your head, you prop your elbows on the kitchen island while Sana sifts through Netflix on the sofa. She chortles, but lets you wallow in your misery no less.

It’s your secret language, a coping mechanism in its own, sweetly bitter truth.

The day of and you’re still hung up about Hyunjin. Well, your overwhelming embarrassment about Hyunjin—something that kept you up well throughout the night.

Weird. Since when did you care so much about your impression on him anyway? He’s never been a particular stake in your road, but now he’s the sudden speed bump in every once-peaceful moment.

Your pocket vibrates with a notification.

Funny enough, he seemed to live up to that speed bump role.

Hyunjin : Can I come over? Chan’s a bit.. busy

You : Busy?

Hyunjin : Busy

You : Yikes, come over

Hyunjin : Thanks

Sprinting into the living room, you have to stop yourself, hoping to appear composed to the all-knowing best friend of yours.

“Hey, um, could you run to the convenience store for me?”

What a side-eye. She could slice cheese with that glare.

Number one rule? By no circumstances can you have Sana plotting something. Especially not with Hyunjin involved.

“Are you constipated?”

Here goes your ego.

“I’m in denial.”

She taunts. “You poor thing.”

“Aren’t I?”

“Fine, send me what you want and pay me back.” Waving her off, you take the opportunity to attempt at rationalizing what exactly you’ll do, say, look like, act like, and the other billions and trillions of possibilities you only have a few minutes to think about before he arrives.

Real reassuring.

Hyunjin : I’m here

He sends five minutes later, sequentially leading to your phone dropping on your face, slipping on the rug, and giving yourself a once-over (more like a thrice-over) in the mirror, where you greet him at the door.

First thing your eyes are drawn to are the bouquet of flowers held in hand.

Flowers.

Flowers?!?

“Look, they were on sale and it adds to the atmosphere.” He deliberately avoids your gaze. You don’t mention it.

You never took Hyunjin as the guy bringing you flowers. Come to think of it, you never took Hyunjin as a romantic either. Guess this project is teaching more things than just the philosophy of Michelangelo’s sculptures.

Placing said flowers into a vase you miraculously found in the cabinet above the microwave, you anxiously tap your finger atop your thigh.

It’s awkward, until it isn’t. Because Hyunjin is surprisingly good at small talk.

“Why are you like this to me?” Blurting, you wish you would’ve bitten your tongue. Luckily, he doesn't seem to mind too much.

Instead, he fixates on your face, noting your details as you speak. Dusty red is their color he decides, the watercolor shade matching your lips best.

“Like what?”

“Well,” You meet his eyes. He memorizes that color as well. “You’re just different in class.”

Leaning further into the opposing loveseat, he shrugs.

“For the record, Ms. Hoon wears that awful perfume every day. Not to mention everyone falls asleep anyway.”

He’s not half wrong.

“Aren’t you observant,” You muse, cheekily giggling to yourself.

He rolls his eyes, ears pink nonetheless.

Abruptly interrupting your teasing, there’s a knock, and you haphazardly edge to peer through the peephole, Hyunjin simultaneously tailing behind you.

“Who is it?” He whispers, uncharacteristic to his usual unbothered demeanor.

Shit, it’s Sana!

Already aware she’d find out something was up one way or another, you find yourself with no choice but to slowly open the door, a hand leant against the doorframe, another covering Hyunjin’s mouth where he hides on the wall to your left.

“Hey you better pay me ba- are you okay?” She hesitates, surveying the sweat on your brow and how off-balance you’re standing, plastic bag in clutch.

“Oh yeah, I just remembered! Did you buy the extra bag of potato chips?” Diverting the conversation, you nervously grin, feeling Hyunjin’s hot breath against your palm when he stifled a giggle.

Squinting incredulously, she scrolls through her messages without answering. Shaking the list you sent right in your face, you wrinkle your nose, putting on the best “please? I promise I’ll buy you lunch for a week” face you can muster.

Like you said. Secret language.

Sighing heavily, you thank whomever above when she slumps away and you excitedly slam the door shut, both releasing exhales of relief.

Checking the time, you glimpse outside, making sure the perimeter is Sana-free. You need absolutely no traces.

Great. Coast clear.

“Shhhh!” Shushing him, you carefully lock the door before running out of sight down the hallway at full speed. Bewildered, he chases along, mini ponytail swaying with each stride.

You have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing. Unusually, he’s doing the same.

Your unwavering, certainly monotonous class spectacle is laughing.

He’s pretty.

Wait. Duh.

He’s gorgeous.

Yeah. That fits better.

A soft hue decorates his cheeks, and he stumbles down the stairs like a drunkard. Yet, in the midst of your admiration, your foot slips—more drunkard-esque than him—from beneath you. Before your forehead makes contact with the marble floor though, a hand fastens onto your sleeve.

Hyunjin leans down, brows furrowed worriedly. Also uncharacteristic.

“You okay?” He asks, tone soft, voice concerned.

Responding breathlessly from both your near-death experience and how ungodly close you are to a prince, you meekly nod, allowing the boy to ease you upright.

Dear god what is with you?!

Navigating the exhibition tucked away near a library, neither of you waste time getting to work. So as the sky begins dimming to eve and you briefly think of Sana, likely beyond confused back at the dorm, you curve around to the last sculpture replicated, the world renowned “Bacchus”.

“Greek sculptures are beautiful, aren’t they.” He speaks, voice hollow and hardly audible unless you craned close. His eyes flit to every inch of the statue, taking in the precise attention to detail carving the fingerprints lingering on flesh, specific shadows emphasizing pained expressions or that of happiness, fingernails so deliberately intricate it terrifies you.

Hyunjin has a way of leaving you breathless.

“Yeah..” You mutter, scribbling some messy bullet points and getting a decent basis on the overall anatomy of the sculpture.

You often wonder how such masterpieces have remained perfectly intact after countless years. You wonder if Hyunjin is like that too. That, even if you got close to him, he’d stay the same. Bitter, uninviting. To others at least.

To you, he’s different. You like it.

Or, he’d change.

Perhaps become sweeter, lace his tongue in honey when he spoke to you.

You quickly force the thought away.

However, what you don’t realize is that you leave Hyunjin breathless all the same. Because with your attention being elsewhere (for a second occasion), you hadn’t noticed his gaze landing on you when he said beautiful.

.. .

Hyunjin is a gentleman. And in all honesty, this occasion, despite the fact you’re simply visiting an exhibition, feels more like a date than anything.

He’s geared you to the left of him while he shields the road on your walk home, he brought flowers, and even saved you from a catastrophe. You’d count that as a pretty gentleman-type move.

Arriving at your complex and promising to text more details to each other tomorrow, his hand—stirring déjà vú in your stomach—grasps your sleeve for a second time.

Gently turning you around, his thumb reaches up to lightly press against your bottom lip, index hooked beneath your chin.

You’re certain you’ve forgotten to breathe by now.

“Hyunjin.. What're you doing….?” You hesitantly drag out, phrase muffled.

Absentmindedly clicking his tongue, he maneuvers your head left and right, a slow smile crawling onto his cheeks upon witnessing your flustered state.

“Making sure I get the color right,” He responds nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t mere centimeters away from your lips.

Dusty red, he was right.

Leaning his head down with a small tilt, his breath barely ghosts over your face, mischievous smirk beginning to grate your nerves the longer he holds that smug cockiness.

“See you tomorrow?” He muses, shoving cold hands into his pockets while ensuring you get inside safely.

“Yeah Yeah..” You grumble, praying he doesn’t notice you trip up the stairs, mind buzzing wildly.

He does, and he laughs.

Hyunjin knew your habits, and now, in the middle of your coincidentally ideal project, he finds himself learning again and again. There’s so much to you, so many layers he hopes to uncover, so much that becomes hard not falling for.

He can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

.

.

.

“Y/n?”

Sana knocks on your room’s door. You hum in acknowledgement.

“Where did you get those flowers?”

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➤ APART OF THE PLAN

parings; TWICE x 10th!fem!reader

genre: SMUT

warnings; SMUT, group sex, bratty reader, bratty tzuyu, punishments, humiliation kink, groping,fingering,spanking,crying, g!p, belly bulging, cervix hitting, smacking, public sex, teasing,

summary; you and tzuyu wanted to tease your fellow members; just to see there reactions, but it was way more than you guys thought…

note: wrote this while at a meeting with my collages AD. let me know if you want a part 2!! sorry for ghosting you all!!

It was you and your fellow members day off from the busy week you guys had promoting the ‘READY TO BE’ album. It was around 10’ in the morning when you came up with the idea to tease all of the girls. You finally got up out of bed to go freshen up in the bathroom. The smell of food came through the bathroom.

After you came out of the bathroom, you walked downstairs into the kitchen to see Momo, Sana and Jihyo cooking up some food for the girls. “morning y/nnie!!” Sana exclaimed when she saw u. “morning jagi, what are u guys cooking?” “fried rice, kimchi pancakes and some kimchi toast” Momo said to you. You walked to the fridge to get something to drink, Grabbing a coke from the fridge you went to lay on the couch as you scrolled on social media.

Jeongyeon, Mina, Chaeyeong and Dahyun came out of there rooms you saw from the corner of your eye. “Morning everyone” Jeongyeong said fairly tired. She went to sit on the island watching they girls finish up breakfast. The other girls all went to the couch to watch tv or just scrolling on their phones. You got a text from your from Tzuyu to come to her room saying she wants to see u. You got up from the couch and went to the youngest members room.

“morning tzu” you said as you walked over to her. You sat on her bed just before she starts talking. “i was thinking that since were going out today we should tease the unnies” tzuyu said fairly confident in herself because they usually tease her back when she does it to them. “do u remember when i teased Jihyo? it didnt end well for me..” you both busted out laughing because of the thought of what jihyo did to you last time you teased her.

“i would love to see what she would do this time, and maybe what would momo, nayeon and sana would do?” You said to her before she quickly replied. “sana?!?! shes so evil she forced me to have a vibrator in for the whole day… and she made me cum 6 times in like 3 hours” tzuyu said still giggling from earlier. “wait she actually did that i wouldn’t have thought she was that cruel” “yeah she is more then you think n/n” You were just about to say something when you heard momo yell u and tzuyus names. “Y/n and Tzuyu come and eat.

You both walked out of the room and walked into the kitchen to see everybody sitting at the table waiting for you to come and sit so they can eat. “finally you guys came out of the room we were waiting for you” Jihyo said to you and Tzuyu. You went to go sit next to Jihyo and you all began to eat. Nayeon and Momo were making fun of each other like always, You all laughed as they continued to argue. Tzuyu was sitting next to you so you whispered to her that you were going to start with the plan. You placed you hand on Jihyo’s thigh, She stopped chewing for a second before looking down at you hand.

You slowly started to move you hand up her thigh before she grabbed your hand. “stop y/n, i thought we talked about this” she whispered into your ear, but you wanted to push her buttons even more so you didn’t respond to her, which you know very well that your supposed respond to anything she says. Jihyo didnt do anything about you not responding to her so you thought you will be fine. You thought wrong.

As soon as all of the girls were done eating as Everyone starting to clean up, Jihyo dragged you upstairs and pulled you into her room and pinned you against her bedroom door. “y/n. do we need to go over rules again?” “no, i didnt do anything wrong” you replied very innocently,

“Just for that little stunt you pulled earlier..” she stopped and turned you around; making you face her. You felt something hard on your thigh, and you wanted to say something but instead you moved your hand onto her bulge. She immediately stopped you; before you had the change to open your mouth she shoved you on the floor. You quickly noticed on what she wanted to you to so you pulled her pants down with her boxers. You began to give her tip kitten licks but Jihyo wasnt having it, She grabbed the back of your head and made you take her whole length in one go; making you gag, her precum began to come out.

A satisfied groan leaves her lips as she throws her head back, fingers pinching your nose tightly while her other hand has a firm grip on your hair keeping you in place. Her hips thrusting wild and without rhythm as she abuses your throat in chase of her release. Your gags only spiring her on as saliva begins to drip down your neck, tears streaming down your face at the brutality of her thrusts. Its only when she feels you swallow around her cock that she reaches the edge, so close to falling into a pit of pleasure.

Jihyo was groaning lowly so she wouldn’t be too loud but u on the other hand; you were gagging, moaning and on the verge of crying, since you felt her cock her bigger in your mouth you knew she was about to cum. “f-fuck imma cum y/n-nie”

But she remembered that you were being a bad girl so she pulled out and began to jerk herself off, Jihyo cursing under her breath as the knot in her stomach snaps, hot spirts of cum hitting your face and hair yet her hand keeps you in place. You got the cum off your face and ate it because you know better to waste it.

A minute passes by when a knock was heard on the door; you went into panic mode but before you could get up from being on your knees, Jihyo decided to open the door. “can i have y/n now because shes been here for a long time and she didnt do anything earlier; i just think your being dramatic” you heard Tzuyu say. “hmm idk because shes been bratty all this morning? Do you want to end up like her because i don’t appreciate you talking to me like that.” Jihyo said to Tzuyu in a annoyed voice as Jihyo opened the door half way so she could see you on the floor on your knees and she rolled her eyes at her leader.

“ Well since you two want to act like bitches go to Sanas room and explain why you were sent there” Jihyo continued. You stood up by the time she said that. “B-but why me, you already punished me already” You whined at Jihyo, “Well u should of thought of that before the both of you decided to act like that” You huffed oh annoyance and opened the door all the way and walked out.

Tzuyu followed behind you before walking into the kitchen. “tzu.. what are you doing?” you questioned her actions as she went to the fridge to grab a drink. “im not listening to her fucking rules just because shes our leader, and its not fair that she can say and do whatever she pleases and expects us to just follow.” You’ve never seen her this pissed before; but you don’t question it. As you two are standing in silence; you see a notification pop up on your phone.

Jihyo jagi 💋😍

just know the longer the 2 of you take to get into Sanas room, is the longer the punishment you both are gonna get / read at 10:17am

‘Fuck, we are screwed’ You thought to yourself and youve been to slowly panic because of what the tall girl said to you earlier about her punishments. “What happened? You look concerned” Tzuyu said to you farely quietly because Nayeon was right behind her grabbing some stuff; You leaned over the counter so Nayeon wouldn’t hear. “Jihyo said that the longer we take to get into Sanas room is how harder the punishment would be.” The moment you said that Tzuyu freaked out; her heart must of been racing after hearing that we had a time limit to get to Sanas room.

She immediately grabbed your hand and began to walk to Sanas room. “We are fucked Y/n” she whispered in your ear. As you both finally made it to the door, you both were so nervous to knock on the door. But since you didnt want to waste any more time; you were brave enough to knock on the door. You both heard a voice saying “come in” You slowly opened the door and Sana sitting on a chair in her room that faced her door. As you both walked in Tzuyu closed the door behind her.

“took the two took about 8 minutes to get here and since you both have such smart mouths i have just the right thing to sort this out” Sana said farely upset because this is the second time this week you been sent to Sana’s room for you acting out.

“I want the both of you to take your clothes off except for your bras and panties and ill be right back” Sana got up and walked out the room without a word. Tzuyu began to slowly strip her clothes as you began to do the same aswell. You both havent seen each other basically naked in a while but you both didnt mind; because sometimes you both fuck every now and again. You heard footsteps coming towards the door which you assumed it was Sana. She opened the door to see both of you sitting on her bed waiting to see what she was going to do.

Sana walked over to you and sat directly next you before shoving her hand something in you. “go sit on the chair Y/n” as the ‘good girl’ you are you got up and sat on the chair she told you to sit on. As soon as u sat down you felt something vibrating directly on clit. You wanted to say something but you stayed quiet and sat there like you were told to do. “Tzuyu.. lay down on the bed facing Y/n” So that’s exactly what she did; she layed on her stomach and layed diagonal so she was facing you. Sana got up and walked to other side of the bed so Tzuyu could see what she was doing. You watched her every move though because that all you could do.

She bent down and went to grab something from the floor. Then you see a vibrator that was way bigger than the one you were wearing. She turned it on and placed it on Tzuyu’s cunt. She quietly moaned but not to loud because the other members were still in the house. She had a remote in her hand and she moved her thumb up as you gasped in surprise as vibrations on ur clit began to get more intense.

Music was heard through the door and you gussed it was Dahyun because she usually plays music as she showers. “Now Tzuyu, i want you explain to me why you decided to act like a bitch to Jihyo” Sana questioned her. But Tzuyu didn’t reply with make Sana smack her in the ass the paddle she hid under her pillow. “Tzuyu you being quiet in going to help you so answer my question”

After she said that she increased the intensity of the vibrator which made Tzuyu whine of the intensity. “i-i just think it isnt fair how Jihyo could umm” Sana swats her ass again and again to make Tzuyu speak, “Jihyo could what? You know shes the leader and she can do whatever she pleases to you and the rules she set arent even bad they are very straightforward”

As she was saying that to her you felt your orgasm nearing. ”Sana.. im going to cum soon” You said outloud so you wouldn’t do it without permission. “No Y/n you cant cum until Tzuyu tells me the truth” After she finished her sentence you began to touch yourself because you knew Tzuyu wouldnt give her an answer as you thought.

“Well Jihyo is mean saying we have to follow every rule an-and if we dont its a punishment” Tzuyu said but deep down she wanted to scream because of how bad her ass hurted of the spanking she received.” Y/n you better be listening; just know that the rules Jihyo set are there for this exact reason. She doesn’t want her members thinking they could just talk to her or anyone else like how the two of you did, okay?” Sana stated very clearly that you and Tzuyu listened to her.

She looked up at you to see you touching yourself; And she began to put the vibrator on the highest setting which made the room start to fill with your moans. Shortly after Tzuyu began to moan as well as getting spanked too. “Tzuyu i want you to count each spank ok? if you miss one we are starting over” Sana stated.

Slap! Sana smacked her ass softly “aghnnn.. o-one” Tzuyu said quickly, slap! “fuckk!! two” and the more slaps Sana did the harder she went. “AAHH! s-sev-seven” Tzuyu moaned out with tears streaming down her face. “i-im sorry mommy.. it-it was stupid of me to a-act like that earlier” As she finished her sentence Sana put the vibreator on the highest setting to make her cum.

“f-fuck mommy im cant hold it.. im going to cum!” You exclaimed to Sana hoping she would say yes. Tzuyu felt that she was going to cum soon too; “AAGHH! mommy im going to c-cum too! ” Tzuyu whined out “2 more and you both could cum” Sana said to the both of you. She slapped Tzuyu on the ass two more times like she said. “You can cum now” She said and in a instant both of you came very hard.

You both were heavily panting as you guys were coming down from your orgasm. “Y/n come over here.” You got up and walked over to the bed and sat down where there was space. You noticed Sana’s bulge through her pants that must of been there for a while; Shortly after Tzuyu finally sat up and looked at the two of you. “ Y/n i want you to do whatever you please to Tzuyu as i fuck you” Sana said to the both of you.

You layed on your stomach while Tzuyu layed on her back. You saw a dildo under her pillow so you were going to use it on her so she could feel something inside too. “are you ready Y/n and Tzuyu?” “yeah” You both said to Sana so she could start. You began slid her panties off quicky to slowly rub along her slit, so you put on finger in Tzuyu and began to thrust it into her.

Her brown eyes got a good view of your soaked panties. warm palm caressing your ass as he spoke. “what’d i tell you baby?” The smoothness of her voice made you shiver. Usually when you’d get in trouble your member would lecture you and make a big fuss so her calmness was very foreign to you. “Dont be m-mean to your leader” you said as you continued to finger Tzuyu but adding 1 more finger.

“good.” A hard smack was brought to your ass causing the pending tears in your eyes to begin to fall. your hand instantly flew to cover your burning skin, sheliding them from her rough palms.

“Instead of being my good girl and listening to me, you decided to be. a. brat.” three more strikes were made to your ass. each harder than the last as you thrashed around on his thighs. “m-m’sorry mommy.”

your tears created a small wet patch to form on Tzuyu’s leg. You honestly didn’t mean to make her really upset, the wet patch went unnoticed until your cheek was smushed into it.

She untied the strings of her sweatpants. you gushed at the sight of her print through her grey briefs, moaning out loud as you thought of how good she was going to feel. “look straight princess. this a punishment, not a reward.” you obeyed, You continued to finger Tzuyu as you prepared yourself for the stinging stretch of her dick. She moved your panties over so she could actually fuck you.

“be g-gentle m-mommy.” You mumbled “be obedient.” She thrusted her full length into you, giving you no time to prepare as she began pounding you into the bed. “oouuu fuck. you always so tight.” Sana groaned, hand flat on your back as her other delivered many slaps on your ass.

you outstretched your arm, pushing at her stomach for her to ease up. “p-please aahhgg. jus take a little out Sanaaaa” Whining as you were already trying to run from her. Sana grabbed the bottom of your bra, pulling your ass all the way back to her to the point where you were flush against her stomach. “stop running and take this shit. and move your fucking hand. barely even started yet.” She slapped your hand away, continuing to pound into you.

all eight inches of her curving just right in your pussy. as you got more used to her size, your pussy grew wetter as the constant friction. moans began flying from your mouth left and right making you tighten round her. “there you go y/n takin me like a good girl.” her hips began snapping into you harder, making it more difficult for you to take her. “ahh w-wait a little bit Sana. s’too biggg.”

Ignoring you, Sana thrusted into you harder, pushing your back down lower so she could reach that spongy spot deep inside you. Your stomach rubbed harder against the bed blankets as your body jolted. “Where’s the big girl that likes to talk back huh? Where’s the girl that like to give everyone a attitude?” Where she at?” Sana said to do to see what you would say.

“im-im sorry i-i wont be disrespectful again, but please go slower!” You whined to Sana. You could also tell that Tzuyu was very turned on by Sana degrading you, and you couldnt even blame her because it did the same to you. “Sana?” her head snapped up towards yours, shaking herself out of her thoughts before replying. “y-yea pretty? ahh fuck.” she breathed.

You quickly took your fingers of her and put in the dildo into her and sped up to the speed just the way Tzuyu likes, So you guys can get this over with faster. “i’m r-really sorry. i d-didn’t mean to make y-you upset.” you began pushing yourself back harder as you held eye contact. Sana’s resolve weakened as she felt her blood begin rushing to her dick, signaling to her that she was going to cum if she didn’t get in control quickly.

“mhmm. not finna say it’s okay ‘cause it’s not, but i forgive you Y/n.” Sana said because she couldn’t really resist on of her favorite members. “Tzuyu? Do you think shes tell the truth?” “haah.. um.. yes i think you should…let her cum too” She said quickly so they could cum with her. “ Okay i believe you, Now keep making mommy feel good and i’ll give you my cum. how dat sound?” “y-yes please.”

the two of you moved on one accord, fucking each other dumb as you and Tzuyu reached your climax’s. You went faster using the dildo to get up to Sana’s speed so we could all cum together. Bodies growing weak and legs shaking as your thick cream rushed down her cock. Sana easily held you up, continuing to use you as her personal fleshlight. “ughh fuck baby m’finna cum.”

Her pace quickened, hips pistoning into you as you and Tzuyu screamed from the overstimulation, Tzuyu squirted all over your face and her lower stomach . she gave you one final trust before kissing you to keep you quiet, moaning into your mouth as her hot cum flowed into your walls. The 3 of you stayed like that for awhile, giving each other light kisses as you panted in each others mouths.

You pulled the dildo out of Tzuyu as Sana slowly pulled her dick out of you. As you all finally came down from your orgasms your heard Dahyun’s music cut off so atleast nobody heard what was going on in the room. You all quietly got dressed and you and Tzuyu walked out the room and you began to walk to your room but Tzuyu grabbed your arm and began to drag you into her room. “Tzu we have to get ready” “i know i just want to eat you out..”

That was one of the boldest things Tzuyu has ever said to you. “well i guess but please be fast we have reservations in a hour and a half.” You said to her walking down the hall to Tzuyu’s room. You both made it to her room and she locked the door so nobody would come in. “we have to be quiet aswell Y/n so try very hard” Tzuyu said in a very teasing tone and she knows very well when anyone but especially when she eats you out; you never stay quiet.

You stood before her, your expression a tapestry of conflicted emotions. A sigh escaped your lips once more, a breath laden with a blend of disbelief and surrender. It was a look that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment that you were about to relinquish control, bending the rules of convention to fulfill Tzuyu's desire.

Tzuyu, her eyes sparkling with delight, couldn't help but break into a warm and affectionate smile as she beheld your commitment to grant her deepest desires. With a tender grace, Tzuyu leaned in, closing the distance between the two of you. Her lips met yours, sighing in relief as you moaned into her mouth.

In the delicate space between your lips, Tzuyu, known for your reserved nature and quiet demeanor, were a symphony of contradictions in that moment. The gentle melody of your moans reverberated against Tzuyu’s lips, a harmonious composition that stirred a wellspring of emotions within both of you. Each sweet, muffled sound that escaped your throat spoke volumes, revealing a side of you that had long been kept hidden from the world.

As Tzuyu smiled into the kiss, she marveled at the power she held over your inhibitions. The way your body trembled against hers, the way your moans seamlessly merged with the shared breaths, all spoke of profound trust and surrender. It was an exquisite revelation, an invitation into the depths of your desires.

In that stolen moment, Tzuyu tasted not only the sweetness of your lips but also the vulnerability and passion that emanated from within her. Your moans, once silenced in the shadows of your reserved nature, now spilled forth with unbridled intensity. The sounds echoed with a mixture of pleasure, longing, and the liberation of self-expression.

But, soon, Tzuyu remembered she wasn’t all by her self, where you could be as loud as she wanted. The two of you were still in near the other members, a private room within the house — a room that was definitely not soundproof.

Tzuyu sighed, whispering against your lips, “I want to taste you.”

You almost felt lightheaded with the way she began to kiss you behind your ear, down to the curve of your neck, and her hands sneaking their way under your shirt and underneath your shorts, pulling them down roughly. Tzuyu pushed you with her body until your backside hit the front of her bed,

Tzuyu smiled once again and gave you another searing kiss before she slowly made her way down to her knees. She knelt, her face leveled with your panties as she pushed your hips against the desk, holding you still. After a moment of enjoying the way you gripped onto her hair lightly even when she hadn’t began doing anything yet, Tzuyu let her hands run along the back of your soft thighs, trailing them upwards to your ass as she hooked your lace panties on her thumbs. She also began to rip your panties right off of you.

“Mhmm,” was all you could muster out as you stared down at Tzuyu

Her fingers slip through your folds softly, coating them with your slick. She made you watch as she brought her fingers up to her lips, letting her mouth wrap around her own digits, groaning at the taste of you on her tongue. And you could see it — how wet you were.

Before you could even protest, Tzuyu’s head disappeared under your big t-shirt, eyes finally meeting the gorgeous sight of your beautiful cunt. She didn’t know if it was just because she was in love with you, but she had never seen a prettier pussy. Your scent filled her nostrils each second she came closer, drawing her in like a moth to a flame, up until she pressed a gentle kiss on your clit. Her hands gripped your thighs tightly as she continued to kiss your pussy, before her tongue darted out to lick your slick from your entrance all the way up to your clit.

“Fuck…” Tzuyu breathed to herself, moaning at your warmth and sweetness. God, you tasted so good.

You trembled against her as she worked her tongue on your pussy, clasping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Tzuyu hummed against your clit, vibrations making you stutter slightly as she listened to you struggle to keep quiet. Her hands gripped your thighs open as she continued to delve deeper over your most sensitive parts.

After a moment, Tzuyu eased a finger into you, mouth moving to work over your sensitive clit as she curled her finger against your walls. You gasped when she did so, hips squirming against her bed.

“T-Tzuyu,” you breathed out quietly, your hand messing up her hair as you tugged on it. “I-I’m close…”

Your body went rigid as she fingered you faster, as she sucked on you harder — the licking and sucking paired with the ridiculously lewd wet noises coming from her was driving you closer and closer to the edge. Humming a deep moan, Tzuyu slid in a second finger, fucking you thoroughly with her fingers. You let out a strangled moan, bringing your other hand down to her head, and began slowly bucking yourself into her mouth; orgasm building in the pit of your stomach as she fucked you.

“T-Tzuyu…” you whined, still trying your best to stay quiet.

Every breathy moan and whimper that came from your lips shot straight towards Tzuyu’s own heat, knowing very well that no one else but her could hear you like this.

She pumped her fingers in and out of you, building and building and building up closer to your orgasm until the band that held you together finally snapped, causing you to bring one hand up from Tzuyu’s hair to clasp it over your mouth. You muffled your loudest moan as best as you could while Tzuyu helped you ride your orgasm out, pulling away from your clit after giving it a gentle kiss that made your legs stutter. Before you could even pull away, Tzuyu slowly began to pump her fingers into you once again. She used her mouth to muffle your moans along with hers as your hands clawed at her back. Tzuyu didn’t stop, continuing to finger you until you couldn’t take it anymore. Even after riding out your orgasm, you began to squirm underneath her, desperately trying to shut your legs.

Every part of you was so sensitive and Tzuyu only sought out more. Your jaw went slack as you tried your best to keep kissing her, but you couldn’t help but keep your mouth open to let out silent moans as she fucked her fingers into you, “T-Tzu-Tzuyu, please—I’m gonna cum again—“

Tzuyu smiled wickedly, “Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and give me another one, baby?” Your second orgasm hit like a freight train. Tzuyu used her free hand to clasp her palm over your mouth, muffling the scream that you were about to let out. Your body trembled against hers, arching your back as you continued to shake.

Tzuyu held you close, creating a cocoon of safety and warmth as you trembled in her arms. With whispered tenderness, Tzuyu’s voice caressed your ear, a soft symphony of soothing words that washed over you like a balm. In the hushed tones of her whispers, she wove a tapestry of affectionate reassurances as you calmed down from your high, letting you rest your head in the crook of her neck, catching your breath. Fingertips brushed tenderly against the nape of your neck, soothing the frayed edges of your being.

Tzuyu looked at her phone to see you both had about 45 mins to be ready to go out for lunch. You immediately got dressed and rushed upstairs to get ready. “As you went almost at your door you saw Jihyo standing at your door frame waiting for you. “3 times Y/n? You are really a slut huh.” She was referring to how you’ve fucked 3 times in a row with barley any breaks at all. “Hurry and get ready we are leaving in 44 minutes” Jihyo said to you as she walked a way from your room into hers.

You quickly got undressed and hoped into the bathroom you and Jihyo share. 15 minutes past and you got out of the shower and began to get ready to go out for lunch.

You finished getting ready and applied some lip gloss, extra lotion and perfume before walking out of your room. “Y/NNNNNN ARE YOU READY YET!!! WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE” Momo yelled from downstairs, “IM COMING GOSH!” You yelled back at Momo as you walked down the stairs. The other girls were all dressed nice aswell and Tzuyu looked very cute aswell. They all were wearing either a dress, dress pants or skirts. And after Jihyo checked if all of you were there; it was time to head out.

It was a 45 minute drive but since there was a little traffic it was 50 minutes. You sat next to Sana that was sitting in the middle seat and Tzuyu was next to the drivers window. “Y/n.. put this in you now… because i dont want you acting up.”She put a blanket on you after she finished whispering in your ear. You did as you were told and placed the vibrator on you clit. She did the same to Tzuyu and said the same thing to her.

You all shortly arrived and when you got out Momo grabbed your hand and pulled you aside. “You know i heard that you were being bratty earlier.. and i don’t want you acting like that in public okay? because i have the remote and i could make this afternoon living hell, so do you understand me?” Momo said to in a very nice way but you knew she was serious. “ i understand.. i guess” You said the end farely quiet hoping she wouldn’t hear you but she did and lets just say things get worse when you get in the restaurant.

Shortly you all were seated and after you ordered your drinks and the waitress walked off, Momo tried her last soft attempt at getting you to stop the silent treatment. You rolled your eyes at her sorry ass excuse which caused Momo’s jaw to tighten. "ion give a fuck about nun of that. i say what i want and do as i please” You said softly after Momo tried to talk to for the second time but she hears every word you just said.

You thought she didn't hear you, but you were sadly mistaken as you watched her raise her eyebrows at you. "oh word?" Momo stared directly in your eyes as she awaited your reply. You were too nervous to speak though, not wanting to make matters worse. "uhhh i gotta pee." as you got up you instantly feel a strong vibration come from your underwear, making you have to quickly lay your hands on the table to keep your balance as you felt the device rub against your clit. you looked up at your unnie who was paying you no mind as she looked through her menu. "sit down." was all she said as she continued to read through the different dishes. you felt your wetness begin to make its way down your thigh before quickly sitting down.

"I told you ill make your lunch living hell" you couldn't even reply, settling for just a nod as you tried to ease the sensation by crossing your legs. ony kept his eyes on the menu as he opened his left hand, showing you the small remote in her palm. "you know how i feel about the head movements. let mommy hear you." you tightly gripped your skirt as you felt your climax coming, but it left as quickly as it came. Momo eyed you as she turned off the vibrations and put the remote back in her purse. Right before you spoke you noticed the waitress coming back with your drinks.

the waitress began to ask everyone at the 2 tables of what they went to eat after she places everyones drinks. Tzuyu ordered and it was soon your turn. You felt vibrations slowly coming back as the waitress asked you want you want. “C-Can i have the… uhh Brisket Kalguksu and s-some Budae Jjigae” You struggled saying that to the waitress as Momo has the vibrator on. “is that all” You nodded as she goes over what everyone ordered before walking away.

“Momooo.. i- please t-turn it off” You said loud enough so she could hear over all the talking going on around the 2 of you. “No and if you ask again ill make you cum in front of everyone and i know when you cum you cant be quiet” Fuck. She caught you because the many times the other member fucked you and revealing that your the loudest when you cum. So you didnt say anything back as Momo began to chat with Nayeon. Mina noticed you looked uncomfortable and asked if you were okay, “im fine i just am ready to eat..” You said so she wouldn’t see how hard you have your legs crossed so you wouldn’t cum.

A minute passes by as you continue your conversation with Mina, but you feel a knot in your stomach signaling your going to cum soon. Mina gets up with Nayeon, Jihyo and Chaeyoung to go to the bathroom while, Dahyun and Jeongyeon walks out to grab something from the car. Which leaves Sana, Momo, Tzuyu and you left. “ Momooo im gonna cumm” You began to whine at her very quietly.

“Shut up Y/n! i told you no so the answers no” Momo angrily said to you making Sana and Tzuyu look at you. “What happened Momo? is she already acting up again?” Sana questions her. “Obviously!? You know she cant go a few hours without getting fucked.” Momo laughed at herself and Sana joins in. “Momo just let her fucking cum like its not that ha-.” She was stopped mid sentence to a slap in the face by Sana. That left you and Tzuyu in shock; since Sana never gets that upset even when she’s punishing someone. She turned on the vibrator that Tzuyu has puts it on the settings right below the highest. “Didnt i tell you to not be disrespectful? Did i not tell you that Tzuyu?” Sana said to Tzuyu very upset.

“aaHH! fuuuck! Sanaaa!” Tzuyu put her head down on the table so nobody could see her moaning like a whore in public. “ooohhh g-god im-im cuming” You couldn’t hold your orgasm any longer so you squirted all over yourself, chair an floor. And Momo watched you do it too, She and Sana noticed how easy it was to put Tzuyu and yourself in a submissive place so easily. She cleaned you up the best she could before she saw the other members making their way over to the table.

“no! no! no! no! turn it off Sana i cant be like this in front of them, please i cant” Tzuyu whined and begged for her to turn it off but did Sana listen? No she just lowered it and watched how quickly she changed up. “im going to the bathroom” you got up and Tzuyu followed very quickly after. But as soon as the both of you began to walk you almost fell over because Momo and Sana raised the setting of the vibrators.

As the both of you walking the other girls are walking back from the bathroom. You felt your phone vibrate so checked to see what it is….

Wifey Momo, My love Tzu, Bae Sana

Bae Sana; If you touch yourselves in that bathroom; i swear ill tell everyone at the table about how much of whores you both are. I bet you don’t want everyone to know you guys have been fucking all this morning? Do you now? / read at 11:54am

Wifey Momo; And just know.. we will know if you do so when you comeback don’t even think about lying because it wont help you in the long run / read at 11:54am

Oh god thats the only reason why you went to the bathroom is to touch yourself. “Tzu.. can we yk fuck really quick because i cant take this anymore” You whispered in her ear since your still in a public place. She nodded an youve both reached the bathroom so you could now fuck. The vibrations soon came to a halt as you opened the door to the bathroom.

You both ran into the big stall, locked the door and you both began to touch each others bodies. "i bet you're so wet right now.." She smirked as she took your silence as an answer, She lifted your shirt and bra up and she parted her mouth to lick over your nipple at such ease watching you bite your lip feeling frustrated by the lack of touching elsewhere. "if you want more.. beg."

she spoke nonchalantly as she switched boobs repeating the same action to the other with your back arching slightly to feel her tongue pressed up against your nipple, ready to be sucked and licked by the tall girl. "fuck off.." you panted feeling her laugh against the mound of your breast, using her other hand to pinch your nipple making you gasp slightly as she tugged on it.

"fuck off?" she said with such attitude looking up at you with her brows raised, letting go of your nipples with such force watching them jiggle against your chest. she let out a sigh removing herself from your body per request making you rise from your back to look up at her with a confused expression. "where the fuck are you going? you can't be serious right now.."

"oh i'm dead serious, you said we are being bratty and shit to out unnies not to me.." She snapped back holding up two fingers feeling herself get riled up even more as she looked at your face filled with such frustration. “all you have to do is beg, is it really that hard?" of fucking course it was "that" hard, begging wasn't something you'd ever do in public. You felt your blood boil at the thought of her having the audacity to even tell you to do such a thing, you were fuming. You felt yourself growing hot with anger, seeing how she looked down at you never wiping that same annoying smirk off of her face, breaking into a smile at how worked up you had gotten over her request.

"what? oh- you thought i was just gonna fuck you? let you have it so easily?" She laughed in your face watching how your mouth formed into a thin line letting your anger get the best of you. "aw come on princess i know you want me.." She taunted reaching to whisper in your ear, "just need to hear you say it."

She mumbled on your skin with her lips now attached to your neck placing soft kisses on your skin, letting them linger. Feeling you swallow your saliva she let her teeth come into play as she nibbled against your neck; you had too much pride for this, to even be put in a situation like this you wanted to act out violently.. but she was right, you did need her. You needed her oh so badly, being so hot and bothered by the aftermath of Momo’s teasing there was no denying how much you needed her assistance.

"Tzuyu.." you mumbled feeling her hum against you in response to you calling out her name, proceeding to kiss you so gently with the sounds of it filling your ears riling up your body up with more and more desperation. you were gonna get her back for this for sure. "what is it, princess? need something?"

"i.. i need you to fuck me.. please.." You sighed gritting through your teeth at such obscene words you never thought you'd ever say to her in such place. Feeling her smile as she pulled away to face you, her wide toothy smile decorating her face as you rolled your eyes hearing her chuckle in victory. "It could be better but i'll let it slide cause my pussy is aching." She critiqued as you shook your head falling back onto the stall wall to watch the girl undress her lower half, focusing on pulling down her panties and pulling up her dress to her waist.

"I hope this will be worth the begging.." your snarky reply made the girl snort, "If that's even what you call begging.." She hovered over you as you spread your legs apart shifting her way between them, letting your eyes land on her cunt that was shown to you as her eyes landed on the dampness of your flimsy panties.

She quickly pulled your panties down and made sure she kept the vibrator on you so you wouldn’t get in trouble. But she had taken hers out and placed it in her dress, “Wait where’s your vibrator?” You questioned her after you noticed it wasn’t there. “I took it off because i want to see want Sana will do to me again because when i saw how she fucked you, i want the same or even harder” Tzuyu said quickly so she could began to kiss you.

“mmph—! you're gonna angh—make me cum, you're gonna me cum, you gonna make me cuuumm” You moan out, not caring if anyone walking past could hear you. Nayeon began to suck on your nipples and rub your clit to get you too cum. "Anh…h-haaah! oh god Nayeon! i- Mmfh! fuckkkk, i’m gonna cum! gonna cum” And thats what you did. You squirted all over Nayeon’s fingers and your thighs.

As your makeout session continues a knock was heard on your stall door. “Y/n and Tzuyu! Are you doing what Me and Momo told you not to do?” Fuck. You both are screwed because you didnt think they would come out here and say something to you. Tzuyu stopped kissing you and you both looked at the door in silence, She scrambled to put her panties back up and put the vibrator back in, “And Tzuyu why did you take it out? And i know you saw my message so why didnt you listen?” Sana questions Tzuyu but not saying what the ‘it’ shes talking about outloud.

“I.. I forgot i had it” That was probably the worse lie you have ever heard her say. You pulled your panties back up and fixed your clothes before helping Tzuyu fix her dress. You opened the stall door to see Sana leaning on the sink. “Y/n go. I need to handle this one alone” Sana says to you as you left. As soon as you closed the door you heard a loud noise that sounded like a slap but your not sure. You began to walk to the table to hear some foot steps behind you and you were almost at the table.

You looked back to see that the waitress was walking to the table so you sped up to get to the table. As the waitress was giving everyone their food, you could just feel a set of eyes burning into your skin. You look to see who is and its Momo that looks very angry at you. “Me and you are going to have a talk in the car” Momo says to you before looking at her food.

The waitress walks away and you see Tzuyu and Sana walking back from the bathroom. Tzuyu looks kinda upset but very lowkey and Sana looks how she always does. You could just think about what happened to her. “Are we all here?” Nayeon says before looking around to see if everyone is at the table. “Yes everyones here, So we can all eat now” Jihyo says and everyone begins to eat.

You start to have a conversation with Mina, Charyoung and Jeongyeon and you eat. And the others have there own conversations. Its been about 18 minutes later and everyone is about done with there food and the waitresses come to out table to collect the dishes and one of them ask if anyone wants dessert. You and a few other members say yes and order some dessert, You all chat about whatever until you feel vibrations starting to come back and you try not to worry about them because you already know your doomed when you get back in car.

About 5 minutes later the waitress comes back with dessert and hands it to the people that orders it. You take a quick picture of the dessert before eating it. You offer Tzuyu some and she of course says yes. After you and the other members finish eat you all clean up the table and grab all of your stuff before getting up to leave. Your on your phone scrolling social media and Tzuyu texts you.

My Love Tzu

My ass and tits hurts and also my legs do too, Sana literally spanked me again all over my body tho not just my ass and ig she had brought her paddle with her so it made it painful / read at 12:44pm

Dam bitch, Momo said she has to talk to me in the car so i wonder wtf shes gonna do and say. / read at 12:45 pm

Word up like this way lowkey fun we should act like this more often because i want to see what the other members would do aswell. / read at 12:45pm

You all began to walk out the restaurant after Jihyo payed and gave them a tip. You were walking with Tzuyu and were waiting so Momo and Nayeon to get in first but Momo pulls you into the car so your sitting next to her. After you all were situated the car, the staff member that was driving us said he has to stop to the gas station and the store before they bring you home. You all say it fine or whatever and the car begins to move.

About 27 minutes into the drive and you feel that Momo turned on the vibrator again. And this time she had it on the of the highest settings. “a-ahh s-shit” You moan as quietly as you could and you hear Momo laughing at you it seems like because she was looking dead at you when you moaned. The car parks at a store and the staff member lets you all know that he will be back just give him a few minutes once you heard the door close Momo decided to put the vibrator on the highest setting making you whine farely loudly. “Momo! what the fuck! w-why d-did you do t-that.!” You said to her barely over a whisper.

“Do what Y/n? I told you ill make your life living hell if i needed to” Momo said with no remorse. You heard low whines coming from the seat infront of you that it was very obvious that it was Tzuyu. “S-Sana n-not in here” Tzuyu said to her in her ear. “Im not doing anything Tzuyu” Sana said still looking at her phone so she knew that it was Nayeon that had control with the vibrator now. “Sana snd Tzu switch seats” Nayeon said that kinda drowned out ur whines.

They both undid their seatbelts and switched seats. Tzuyu was now in the middle seat and sat next to Nayeon and Sana. “Tzuyu. i would of never expected you to act like that towards your own leader” Nayeon questions Tzuyu just like Sana did earlier. Nayeon began move her hand on Tzuyu thigh and began to inch her hand closer to her cunt. “Nay-Nayeon what are you.. doing” Tzuyu said to Nayeon trying her best not to moan.

She put the vibrator up more which made Tzuyu gasp and whine. She moved her hands up more on her thigh until she reached her panties. “How are you soaking through your panties and I’ve done nothing yet? Or maybe it was when you and Y/n went into the bathroom and almost fucked again for the 2nd time today?”

“i- how do you-”She questions, “You think i didnt hear you when Sana fucked you and Y/n hm? I heard you say to Y/n how badly you want to fuck her too?” Nayeon continued to Tzuyu and she could just tell Tzuyu’s pride falling.

She was just about to say something else when the drivers door opened and the staff member sat in the car. The staff member began to start the car. “Now im going to finger you for the rest of the car ride and if you make one noise im stopping and when we get back; you and Y/n’s ass is grass because when we get in the house its over for the both of you okay?” Nayeon whispered in Tzuyu’s ear but loud enough for you to hear aswell. And that’s exactly what Nayeon did for the next 25 minutes before the car stopped and the Staff said that he was going to get gas for the car. And he got out and began to pump gas.

“o-ohhh Nayeon-unnie i-im gonna c-cum” Tzuyu moans but not too loud since the staff was right outside of the car. “Didnt i say i dont want to hear any noise from you” “but-but i” “No Tzuyu now your gonna have to deal with the vibrator for the rest of the car ride them” “Please no! i cant do that” Tzuyu began to whine at Nayeon basically begging at her. And she turned on the vibrator and within a few minutes Tzuyu was a mess; She was moaning and whining in Nayeon’s ear. “Shut up Tzuyu, Y/n is getting the same treatment as you right now and she’s quiet, why cant you do the same.

And the only reason why you were very quiet is because Momo literally forced you to be quiet or she will send a video of Sana fucking you to everyone and that wouldn’t end well for you since everyone would see how much of a whore and slut you are for your members. And thats that is the only reason why you are very quiet at the moment. The staff member came back in the car and began driving once again.

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The Little Things [Rewrite]

a/n: this is my first rewrite and it's a rewrite of the first fic I've published ever. i didn't proofread because i'm sure i'd hate it but this one is less lighthearted than the original. hopefully i still did it justice.

word count: 944

angst, fluff

minatozaki sana x gender neutral reader

original

Sana was possessive. She knew that. She was overprotective and a 'worrywart' as you called it but sometimes rational thinking is thrown out the window when it comes to you. Her tearstained cheeks were proof of that.

"Where have you been?"

You furrow your brows as you looked at Sana, the look of disapproval apparent on her face as she crossed her arms. "I was out with a friend."

"This late? It's 2 in the morning!"

"I told you before that I'd be going out today, do you not remember?"

"So what? Who in the world would you even be going out with?"

You're reluctant to say the name, knowing how she'd react. "Momo..."

"Momo... As in the Hirai Momo?" She chuckles almost hysterically, her tone was almost venomous as she spoke, the back-handed insults flying straight out of her mouth. "The girl who'd do anything to even be near you? The girl who was so clearly trying to take advantage of you at that stupid frat party one time? The girl that was definitely in love with you?"

"She did not take advantage of me! She was watching out for me! We cleared that up ages ago! You were there!"

"Right, because she being so protective while she practically hit on you as I watched! If you're cheating on me just say it!"

Silence.

She didn't mean that.

Why did she say it?

Take it back.

Her heart hammered against her chest as she saw the look on your face, your eyes turning redder by the second, "You think I'm... cheating on you?"

"..."

Stop it.

Say something.

Anything.

Fix this.

But in the end, she doesn't.

Silence envelops you as you tighten your lips, evidently to stop yourself from crying. You nod briefly as you take your keys, your fingers fiddling with the ring on your left hand. "Okay."

And before she realizes it, you're out the door under the short promise that you're only going out to clear your head.

It's been an hour since then. An hour of hating herself. An hour of worrying where you've been. An hour of sobbing.

How stupid was she? Why did she doubt you? Why did she hurt you in the process?

She gets up to pour herself a glass of water, but the sudden motion somehow makes her light-headed as she grabs the corner of your bed side drawer to support herself. But then she sees something that catches her eye, something she's never seen before. There laid a small brown journal, maybe a diary, under a small stack of your favorite books that you kept to yourself.

She sat down again, debating whether she should reach for it or not, but in the end she does. She lays it on her lap as she turns the blank cover, reading the words etched inside.

"The Little Things I Love About My Sweetheart, Minatozaki Sana"

The words made her heart skip a beat as she turned the page, reading down the next few lines.

"Always love her, never disappoint her"

Oh, but how she disappointed you.

She flips the page, her eyes scanning through the words, quietly reading them to herself.

"Her love is loud and sometimes almost too obnoxious but that's what I love about it. I love those quirky songs she makes up on the fly as I step into the room, never ceasing to make my heart flutter. I love that she's always there and always present.

And then there's her honey-like voice. It has a sweet tone with an underlying huskiness, the mere sound of it making my knees want to buckle. It's worrying how weak I am for her because I'm sure I'd go die if she told me to.

I really never noticed it until recently but she has the cutest habits imaginable. She almost always have to even out her kisses when she kisses my cheeks. 'It'd be unfair to the other!' she tells me.

But all of it really pales in comparison when I see her drop everything for me. Sometimes-"

Your voice abruptly interrupts her as her eyes tear away from the page.

"Sometimes when she notices I come home, she drops everything she's doing and comes to give me a tight hug with a huge smile on her face and I love her for that."

And there you stood, leaning against the doorframe, your nose and cheeks a shade of rosy pink from the blistering cold outside.

"Y/N..."

And in that moment, she really does drop everything.

The bed quickly dips as her hands push her off the bed. Her legs practically get caught onto each other as she rushes off the bed, her whole body crashing into yours. Her arms envelop around you as her head rests on your collar. Her hands ball up bunches of your shirt as tears begin staining it.

"I'm so sorry..." As she spoke, her breath hitched repeatedly, her lips shaking, "I-I didn't mean it any of it... I was scared..."

She bites her lip as she waits for you to say something. Anything. Tell her that she was wrong. Tell her that you were hurt. Tell her that she was crazy.

But instead, she feels your soft lips press against her forehead, the three words ringing inside her head loud and clear. Her worries disappear.

"I love you."

#rewrite #minatozaki sana x reader #sana x reader #sana imagines #sana angst #sana fluff #twice fluff #twice angst #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice scenarios #girl group scenarios

[masterfvck]

can you write something about sanayeon? (i think its nayeons and sanas ship name but im not sure lmao) need them so bad like i can imagine nayeon being all like "im the top in the relationship" to the public but in private sana bends her over an table and fucks her <333

Yes! It's finally done after my Very long time of no motivation burnout era 💥 I hope it was worth the wait 😭

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩 (𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧.)

Sanayeon (Sana + Nayeon, TWICE)

Cws: Top Sana obv, Sub Nayeon (also obv), slight begging :o, dirty talk(I tried?!), cunnilingus, fingering.

Lmk if I missed something!

Word count: 1.3k

(NSFW, minors don't interact pleek)

There’s dead silence at the table right now. Not awkward, or full of tension - just comfortable silence as all the TWICE members sat there, on their phones.

“Guys, I’m clearly the top in the relationship, right?” Nayeon very suddenly says, which made at least two of them choke on their drinks. Well, now all the looks were on her.

What a strange thing to say, out of the blue.

That was Nayeon for ya!

“Uhh. No,” Jeongyeon deadpans, which resulted in Nayeon trying to hit her. She was stopped by the others. “Hey! It’s true! You’re not a top-”

“Okay, Jeongyeon. We get it. Nayeon’s a bottom,” joins in Jihyo.

“I’m not!” 

“You are.”

“Not!”

“Are too.”

“Am NOT!!”

“A-”

Chaeyoung cuts them off before any of the two can say any more. “Shut it! She might be, she might not.”

Both Jeongyeon and Nayeon grumble.

“Well, let’s ask Sana. She’s Nayeon’s girlfriend, after all,” Momo stated, and suddenly all eyes were on Sana.

She didn’t really know what to say - not right now, at least - the pressure of all members staring expectantly at her didn’t really help. “... What?”

“Well? Nayeon’s a fucking bottom, ri-” Nayeon groans. “Shut up!” she interjected.

“I mean… Maybe.” Sana holds back a grin and leans in her seat, putting on a nonchalant cover. Only to tease Nayeon - what else? - and it seemed to work. 

“Hey!” She whined.

Chuckles were heard from pretty much everyone in the room.

“There’s still a chance, though. I feel like they could both be switches. It’s… none of my business, though. That’s all I have to say,” Tzuyu noted quietly. “The impossible is possible.”

There was a small moment of silence, and Nayeon smirked. “See? Someone agrees.”

“I never said I agreed, Unnie.”

Her smirk instantly faded. “Wha-”

“Heyy, look at the time. I’m hungry. Goodbye everyone!” Dahyun laughs nervously and scurries off before anyone can stop her. Seems like the tension was too much for her to handle second-hand. Chaeyoung decided to go after her, not saying anything else.

Sana looks around at the others. Is this a scenario where everyone just leaves suddenly, and only her and Nayeon are left? No way, that would be too pr-

“Uh.”

So maybe Sana was wrong.

--

It wasn’t long until Nayeon was bent over the table, squirming and whining underneath Sana. Yeah, the table was probably not the best place to do this, honestly. But she couldn’t resist the urge to just push her over right there and then and show her who’s really the top in this. Nayeon couldn’t resist Sana. Is anyone really surprised?

As Nayeon holds onto the table for dear life, she grinds her hips back against Sana - or Sana’s hand, in this case - and moans quietly.

Sana finds this a bit amusing.

“What happened to this whole I’m the top attitude from barely five minutes ago?” She laughed, curling her fingers at the spot Sana knew would make her arch her back like a cat.

And that was the exact reaction she got, as well. Nayeon cursed under her breath, tilting her head back.

“I didn’t-” she trails off.

“You can’t even finish your sentence properly. You couldn’t top me if you tried, admit it. Just look at how you’re grinding against me for more - you’re so desperate.” Sana’s words really didn’t help Nayeon in any way. If anything, it made her crave for even more now.

Nayeon gulped audibly, feeling her climax approaching slowly as Sana moved her fingers skillfully inside her. It was so good, almost too good. She couldn’t get enough.

And she couldn’t deny Sana, she was right. Nayeon couldn’t top her if she tried. She can barely speak right now.

“Are you close already?” Sana asked. Nayeon knew she shouldn’t have answered, but she nodded and let out soft breaths and moans.

She should have stayed still.

Because, at the words, Sana grinned and took her fingers out, ruining her approaching orgasm.

Fuck.

“N-Noooo…” Nayeon whined, head flopping back onto the table as she groaned.

Sana laughed a little at the sight.

“You’re adorable, really,” she cooed and held her waist, flipping her around. Her arms slowly guided her to sit on the table. Her wetness probably covered the table’s surface, but neither of them cared at this point. They’d just clean it after.

Sana lowered herself, kneeling on the ground and spreading Nayeon’s legs with no resistance coming from the older woman. She was even eager.

She approached her pussy painfully slowly, making Nayeon impatient.

“Please,” she whined. Sana smirked and chuckled a little at the sound. Begging now?

“Please what?” She murmured against the skin of her inner thighs.

“Please me. I-I need you.” And that was all Sana needed to hear.

She pressed a sloppy kiss to her clit first, which made Nayeon shudder and reach to hold her head. She didn’t complain - it felt somehow nice.

The kisses moved down her lips, tongue teasingly sticking out at her entrance, licking stripes up and down. She was practically turning Nayeon into a pile of mush for her. Her mind was so hazy, she felt almost dizzy. Her hand still held Sana’s head tightly and kept it against her as Sana herself held Nayeon’s thighs she loved so much. (Well, to be fair, Sana loves every part of Nayeon a lot.)

Nayeon barely mumbled out small “thank you”s as Sana worked her tongue on her, savoring the taste of her wetness. It was one sloppy mess, but at least it was a tasty sloppy mess.

The feeling of Sana’s tongue hitting her clit made Nayeon shudder even harder every time she did so. She wasn't even just eating her out at this point - she was devouring her like she's been starving for weeks. Her knees would definitely be hurting after this. She didn't care, it was worth it.

Sana’s grip on Nayeon’s thighs tightened a little and she started sucking on her clit eagerly.

“Hhngh- Ah,” Nayeon moaned out loud, feeling her orgasm approaching even more, muscles clenching under Sana’s touch.

With a few more licks and some grinding against Sana’s face, Nayeon came. Hard. She gasped for air, riding her orgasm out as she still held the back of Sana’s head against her.

“Ffuck…” She huffed out and let Sana pull away, breathless and covered in Nayeon's own wetness. She had a usual grin on her face.

She brought her closer, enveloping them into a kiss. Nayeon tasted herself on Sana's lips, but she didn't mind it. In fact, a part of her even enjoyed it. 

They pulled away after a bit, just staring at each other for a bit.

“... Did you really think you were the top here?” Sana asked, finally.

“Nah.”

“Knew it,” she laughed out and pecked her lips. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

--

At dinner, they all sit at that same table.

First, there's some talking. Then Sana and Nayeon walk in together, hand in hand then taking their seats.

Everyone stares at them like they're about to get interrogated by the police.

It feels awkward… and the silence does not help one bit.

“... Guys, you cleaned the table, right?” Momo asked, finally.

There's no denying it, honestly. Sana wasn't even embarrassed one bit.

Nayeon was, though. Her face was flushed a deep red from embarrassment. Almost deeper than earlier when Sana was eating her out on this same table.

“Of course we did. We might be horny, we aren't gross-”

“Sana!” Nayeon nudged the girl’s shoulder.

“What? I'm telling the truth…” Despite the pouty look on her face, Sana chuckled.

Jeongyeon decided to interrupt them.

Probably in the worst (or best) way possible.

“... I knew Nayeon was a bottom-”

“YOO JEONGYEON I SWEA-” 

Rest in peace Yoo Jeongyeon. We’ll miss you! (Except Nayeon, maybe.)

#sharpie fics #for once?! #sanayeon #two sharpies #twice #twice smut #sana #nayeon #sana smut #nayeon smut #kpop smut #kpop gg #LET'S GO I WROTE SOMETHING

[glorysalazar]

No Duolingo, no problem

Jere Pöyhönen / Käärijä x Fem! Reader

Summary: You moved to Finland a few weeks ago and can't seem to feel at home: you're starting at a new job, you don't understand the language, you're kind of going through a break up... One tired and cold evening you head into the first bar you can find and briefly meet a cute guy you can't stop thinking about for the next few weeks. You try to forget about him, but when you go back to the same bar for some random gig your coworkers have invited you to go to, you find him again. [This takes place way before Eurovision]

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: English isn't my first language and I got a little lazy mid writing. Also they smoke a vape oops (seriously now don't do it it's shit for your health). Maybe smut implications at the end?

A/N: I didn't know what to name this lmao. I cannot believe I wrote fanficiton for the first time in YEARS because I fell in love with a Finnish guy after watching Eurovision. Anyway, I noticed an enormous shortage of Jere fics and decided to risk my final exams to serve the people. I hope it's worth it! Also apologies if the Finnish translation is shit I used a random website for it lol

Glossary:

"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi" -> "Sorry, you dropped your coat"

"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä" -> "Jere, we are sitting at the back table"

"Olen tulossa" -> "I'm on my way"

"Hetkinen, kiitos!" -> "One moment, please!"

"Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua" -> "Jere, you're on in ten minutes"

"Minä menen nyt" -> "Coming"

"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" -> "Hi everyone, how are we doing today?"

"Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella" -> "Thank you, Mikko, I really appreciate it"

"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" -> "How dare she come here?"

"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" -> "We'll have to make use of it"

"Mikä on sana?" -> "What's the word?"

...

It was cold. Hell, it was colder than she could have ever imagined before coming here. Sure, she had checked the country's temperatures before moving, researched online about what to expect for someone who was used to easy winters, had bought the fuzzy-fur-on-the-inside-boots and the heavy jacket and all that was recommended to face the never-ending snowing. But still, it somehow hadn't been enough.

A job offer and the need to find some new purpose to latch onto had led (Y/N) here. Now three weeks in, with no friends and hardly a place to call her home had helped regret start to settle in. So many things felt out of her control: the way her colleagues seemed to think she was a mess, the cashiers at the supermarket sighing because she still didn't understand the language, everyone from her hometown rolling their eyes when she announced she was leaving in a way that meant you're not gonna make it.

Yet being thrown outside her comfort zone, and being forced to move on however she could manage, made her feel at least some kind of thrive. Which was far more than she had back home.

As she walked down the street for some place to find shelter in, hands shaking and breaths almost uneven, a neon sign caught her attention. Even though she couldn't figure out the name, it looked like a pretty okay bar. She didn't need much convincing anyway; anything would do to get out of this freezing gale. She made her way in.

The warmth was a instant relief. Stripping down from the many layers of upper clothes, she took a quick glance to check the place out. Not many people, which was fair for a Wednesday evening. There was low music playing, mild chatter and a bunch of people sitting alone in the stools, which was a relief. At least she wouldn't be the only one.

As she ordered a beer (one of the few phrases she had made sure to master) she felt her hands come alive again. The beverage came along and she took a long, much anticipated sip. It tasted significantly different from the brands she was used to, but it was just fine. Alcohol is alcohol.

Finally feeling at ease, she took her phone out and started mindlessly scrolling through social media to kill some time. It was still early in the evening since she had just gotten out from work. An extra challenging day is what had led her to wander outside for a bit instead of heading back to the dull apartment she hadn't even been able to decorate yet. Going home right after would've led her to start overthinking if this job was even right for her, if she had gone crazy by moving hundreds of kilometres away from what she's always known, if her ex-girlfriend had been right when she accused her of being too impulsive, if it would be such a bad thing to give it up already and leave—

"Anteeksi, pudotit takkisi", she heard a voice say behind her.

When she turned around to give her "sorry I still don't speak Finnish" speech, she was met with a blue-eyed, dark-haired, funky but sweet looking guy holding her jacket, which she now understood had fallen to the floor. It caught her by surprise that she somehow forgot how to speak for a brief moment.

"Oh! Thank you, I hadn't noticed it was on the floor" she ended up answering, taking the jacket back as the man handed it to her with a confused look in his eyes. "Sorry, I'm not from here. I don't speak Finnish yet" she added with a small chuckle.

"No, don't worry, Finnish, uh- hard language to learn" he answered through an amusing smile, with a thick accent and a clear struggle to speak English.

She half laughed at his answer. Until now, people hadn't been so kind about the language-barrier impediment. "Yes, it is a little bit", she followed, now taking in his appearance.

Painted nails. Double nose piercings. Earrings. Facial hair. A bowl cut? Interesting choice, but it suited him surprisingly well. Her brain decided through that brief examination: he was cute. Attractively cute.

"You can try Duolingo. I use for my English, but don't work very very well" the man said the second part more as a correction to himself, making both of them laugh from the random half advice. He tried to fix it: "Maybe for you works better".

"Maybe. I'll check it out. Thank you again" her response was going to be followed by an invitation for him to sit down with her, as she felt a sudden wave of boldness: I need to make some friends in this town or else I'll go crazy. But a group of three other guys that had come in after him caught her stranger's attention.

"Jere, istuimme takapöydässä", one of them said to him, while walking to a table at the back corner of the bar.

"Olen tulossa" he turned around to answer, then looked at her once more, "I go now with my friends. Enjoy your beer" he smiled and small-waved goodbye, as she copied his gesture. "Enjoy your evening".

That small interaction was enough for her to spend the next half hour looking up from her phone, which she had retreated to, to glance at him from time to time. His group of friends and him seemed to be having a good time, and she enjoyed the view of him. He looked like a very interesting person, too, and if she was being honest, she hadn't been struck by someone new in quite some time. Not by her neighbors, not by the people she was starting to coincide with at the grocery shop, not even by her co-workers.

She noticed him looking at her from time to time as well.

When her glass was empty and just as the clock on her phone struck seven, she got up and got prepared to face the freezing wind once again. At least it wasn't that long of a walk to her place.

She lingered for a moment before exiting the bar, then finally did so while warning herself not to get too caught up on the nice stranger she suddenly felt she was leaving behind. It was just a one minute interaction. You probably won't see him again. Quit this teenager act. Focus on the important tasks ahead of you.

It was already pitch black outside, snow accumulated on the sidewalks, the air was even colder than before.

Excitement started to bubble up in the pit of her stomach.

...

Two weeks had gone by and although she had been meaning to return to the bar, she just hadn't find the time to do so. Once the job's training period ended, the hectic rythm started. In her free time, when she wasn't taking care of the house or just resting, she was trying to find some language academy where she could actually properly learn Finnish. Cute guy had been right: Duolingo just didn't do the trick.

She had hoped he would appear around the neighborhood, that maybe he lived nearby. But there had been no luck. It was fine, though. She knew she would let go of it rather quickly at that point, it's not like she had been thinking about his addictive smile or pretty eyes or soft-looking hands. Not at all.

It was Friday, and some acquaintances from work she had managed to pull off had invited her to a small gig. She didn't even remember the musician's name nor did she know where it was going to be, but nevertheless she was happy to go and actually get to have some fun with other people. Who knows, cute guy might even be there.

She didn't even realize they were headed to the bar until they were right in front of it. Inside, a small stage platform had been set up and tables and chairs had been removed to make space for the audience. It wasn't very spacey anyway, the place could hold about a hundred people squeezed together tops.

"Huh, hadn't even thought of this place as a venue" she let her thoughts trail out loud.

"Have you been here before?" her coworker Aubrey, who she had slightly bonded with because she was also a foreigner, asked her. "Only once" the girl explained, already searching for a certain someone's face in the crowd. "So, who have you brought me to see tonight?" she asked, in the hopes of at least getting some conversation non-work related flowing. "I don't really know, coming here was Mikko's idea. He's always trying to get us into these weird small rap-rock Finnish bands, and listen, I've lived here for over a year now and I still don't really get the hype" Aubrey explained making both of them laugh "But it always ends up being fun when we go out" she added.

The rest of the group had moved forward to get a good spot near the humble stage, as Mikko babbled on and on about nonsense the two women couldn't figure out from the distance. "Hey, I'm going to the bathroom real quick. Mind saving me a place?" (Y/N) asked her colleague, who answered affirmatively.

She made her way through the crowd in between "excuse me's" and "sorry's" but got there with quite ease. One of the two toilet doors had a sign that read "Out of order", so she knocked on the one that was left to check if anyone was inside. A voice that sounded vaguely familiar came from the other side: "Hetkinen, kiitos!"

Nervousness suddenly struck her. Is this who I think it is?

When the door opened there was no doubt. Cute stranger was standing in front of her.

"Oh! Hello" he blurted out just as he saw her, sounding surprised. Today he was wearing eye makeup and bottom eyeliner, which suited him very, very well. He has such a pretty face.

She realized now she had not been able to get over this guy in the two weeks of not seeing him, even though she didn't even know his name.

"Hi" was all she could manage to say. She had been looking for him when she entered the bar but she was convinced he was not actually going to be there, "It's good to see you!" she added, as a way of avoiding an awkward silence.

"You as well. You, uh, you come to... concert?" he inquired, struggling to find the last word while pointing towards the direction where the stage was to make sure he was being understood.

She noticed he was wearing an all yellow outfit that consisted of corduroy pants and a button up. He looks good in it.

"Yes, some work friends brought me here. But if I'm being honest I don't even know who's playing" she confessed, slightly covering her mouth with one of her hands to joke around, as if she had spilled a dark secret. Stranger burst out laughing. His laugh was cute. "Do you know if he's good? I wanna know if I'll be wasting my time or not" she asked him, pretending to be a diva to keep his laugh going.

He had his arms crossed and his tongue between his teeth as he slightly giggled. "No, I think he's pretty ok. I think you will like, even if no understand" his answer was playful and accompanied with another small laugh. She continued joking around, this time putting her hands up in pretend self defense "Hey, I'll try my best. Maybe using Duolingo for two days actually did something" she shot back, realizing after saying those words that she had just told Mr. Stranger she had followed his advice.

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head playfully "You did what I say to you" he stated. "Yes, but you were right. It's not really helpful. Now I just keep getting emails from the goddamn owl and feel scared that he's going to find me and kill me for not going back to the app" she explained exaggeratedly, which made their giggles grow bigger and even he bent his knees with laughter.

Their little chit-chatting was cut when a man who looked like he had been searching for someone stopped in his tracks at the beginning of the bathroom hall and shouted at them: "Jere, sinun vuorosi on kymmenen minuutin kuluttua". She turned around to look at the source of the voice and then back at stranger when he answered "Minä menen nyt". She wished she knew what they were saying, but she assumed it had just been his friend telling him to hurry up. Also, was Jere his name? She had heard it two times already.

"Someone's always calling out for you", she commented when they were left alone again. "It's because me popular, yes yes" he joked, putting a hand to his chest and shrugging. "Listen, I go now. Concert starting soon" he explained, pointing out to the stage's direction once again "I see you there?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he put a hand to her shoulder, looking into her eyes. His blue ones had her mind going blank for a moment. That seemed to happen a lot when he was around. "Uh- yeah, sure, see you there". He smiled again then moved past her to return to the hall. She stared at him leave as she opened the door to the bathroom and finally went inside, smiling to herself and biting her bottom lip.

She hurried back once she was finished not only in fear of missing out the start of the concert, but more so in fear of not finding him again. Aubrey raised her hand to catch her attention and she followed the lead back to the group. The place was packed, it was hot, and there was a lot of chatter going on.

"What took you so long?", Aubrey asked as she got to her side, just in front of the stage, "They're about to start". (Y/N) was standing on her tiptoes and turning her head in all directions. She had just talked to him and the bar was not that big: where the hell had he hid himself?

"There was a long line to the bathroom..." she started off distantly, then turned to face Aubrey "Hey, this is going to sound weird, but have you seen-" just when she was going to make the question, she noticed some people walking up to the stage and everyone started cheering.

As she looked up, she couldn't have been more dumbfounded.

It was him. Mr Stranger was the one performing tonight.

"Hei kaikille, miten meillä menee tänään?" he shouted out to the public, (Y/N) assumed as a way of greeting everyone. He took no time noticing she was right there, which made him grin even wider. "I see we have international people tonight. Good" he said while looking directly at her. She felt her coworkers eyes on her.

"Do you know him?" Aubrey whispered-shouted to her, "I- uh, no, yes? Briefly" she responded back as he continued on in Finnish. She remembered the question she had made him earlier and mentally facepalmed. This cheeky dude. Lying to her face just so he could later get her reaction.

Since there was no way of understanding what he said, she concentrated on what she could see. Two men behind him wearing pink shirts and shorts and sunglasses. A DJ table, no instruments. There was a sign hanging from the wall that read "Käärijä". Was that his artistic name? She was very intrigued by everything going on and wondered what genre he was going to play.

She had no idea what was coming.

As soon as he stopped talking and the music started playing, his demeanor changed. His stare became fiercer, his movements provocative and unleashed. He walked around the stage like he owned it, stared at the audience like he knew they would do whatever he asked them. Every beat before he started singing rumbled inside her, made her hold her breath in anticipation. She let it out once the words started to fall from his mouth.

The lyrics could have been shit for all she knew. His deep voice, the exotic pronunciation, the hard rapping from the boy who had seemed so sweet and wholesome but was now showing another side of him, the song's rhythm and tone. She was all in. So in, that her body started swaying to the sound almost like an automatic response, and jumped around alongside everyone else when the music demanded to do so.

"Ok, he's really good" she said to her coworkers as the crowd sung alongside him. "Mikko, you were right, he's really good" she insisted to the boy beside her, who was clearly enjoying himself. "I told you!" he answered amidst chanting, "Jere is my most talented friend". Oh, okay. Mental note taken.

As he performed his songs, (Y/N) couldn't help but admire the dedication Jere put on and the absolute fun he looked like he was having. Also, she realised he was at least kind of known around here, because people were singng alongside him.

The head banging, self touching, slightly undressing and sticking his tongue out only added more to his eclectic movements and gestures that made the show feel like a mix of energetic, passionate and, why deny it, lascivious state. Her eyes were glued to him in a capitative stare, that he would catch from time to time and hold for a few seconds. Then he would turn to his attention somewhere else, but a smirk would make a clear appearance on his face.

Whenever he finished a number, the loud clapping allowed him some time to take a sip of water. The clothes he was wearing and its material soon became unbearable, which lead him to take his shirt off completely. "Sorry, it is hot in here" he stated into the microphone pretending to excuse himself as a joke, as everyone in the room made a fuss about it. He was heavily sweating all over his face, neck and torso.

If she had previously been absorbed by him, at this point it was almost unbearable. She had not expected to see so much exposed flesh, and the pectoral tattoo nearly had her weak on her knees.

For some reason, freehing himself from his clothes somehow made him behave even wilder from then on out. He started getting closer to the front row, some even holding out their arms to interact with him, him receiving the gesture with no issue. The Fin looked so confident in what he was doing, it only made her feel even more attracted to him.

He moved so quickly (Y/N) didn't even have time to process when he positioned himself right in front of her, amidst performing a song, and full on stroked her cheek for a few lasting moments, all the while mainting direct eye contact. It was as if no one else had been around them, as if this instant had been theirs only. She didn't respond to the touch by touching him herself, since she couldn't find the strength to be as bold; but the breath hitching and swallowing saliva right after were a clear sign to Jere that he made her feel things. He would quite probably feel embarrassed about it later, but right now it made him feel close to powerful.

The whole gig ended on a high note, the applause was strong and lasting. (Y/N) clapped her hands so fast they even started hurting a little, and could understand through the noise that Jere was thanking everyone for coming out to see him. As he was about to exit the stage, some music started playing over the speakers as to signal that the performance was over and everyone could retreat to either leave the bar or get a drink and stay there for a longer while. As the people from the front row turned around and waited to have a chance to move, (Y/N) felt a hand on her shoulder.

Jere looked exhausted, but it also seemed like the whole night had riled him up. "You don't leave now?", he meant to ask, but came out more as a plead. She wouldn't even dream of doing so right now. "No, no, I'm staying" she rushed to answer. "Good. Wait for me?" he went on. She could only manage to nod her head yes. He smiled and quickly went "backstage" to freshen up.

"Okay, what the actual hell was that?" Aubrey took no time to pry her, "It did not look like knowing each other briefly". (Y/N) shrugged while putting her hands in the air and half laughing, not knowing how to beat those allegations.

"It's classic Jere. Finds a girl cute and cannot stop himself" Mikko chimed in, while grinning, "Now I understand, you must be the girl he saw a couple of weeks ago over here, right?"

"He's talked about me?" she said, a bit shocked, while Mikko lead the way for the three of them to go grab a drink. "Yes, well, now that I connect the dots, that evening you came here, it was a Wednesday, right? I came too, but it must've been after you left. When I arrived he was commenting it".

Some of the other coworkers were starting to leave, not without commenting the elephant in the room before grabbing the door. "You're gonna be the talk of the office now", Aubrey asserted, making Mikko laugh and (Y/N) grow redder by the minute. "I don't even- we haven't even talked that much, really. But watching him onstage was..." she trailed off, letting out a sigh and grabbing the drink Mikko offered her, thanking him in the process. "Yes, it's his special trait. That magnetism he holds is what's gonna get him places", he agreed.

"Okay, but does this whole act mean that he always does this? Like, does he take advantage of his concerts to mindlessly flirt with random people?" (Y/N) suddenly tried to rationalize the fast track of actions Jere was taking on with her. Sure, she liked him, and she really, really wanted to have some fun. Needed it, even. This bonding moment with Aubrey and Mikko right now, this non-work related, exciting chatter; the going out; as precipitating as it sounds she was starting to feel like she was finally making friends, establishing a life. But she also didn't want to be played around with.

"Ohhh, no, not necessarily" her coworker laughed, calming her down "Käärijä the performer is seductive, provocative, even uncontrollable" he took a sip from his drink, "But Jere the person is another story. Dude wouldn't even hurt a fly, I mean it" he reassured her. He then was about to say something else, but stopped on his tracks when they all noticed the man of the hour and the tow men who had performed with him coming over to them. However, he quickly commented to the girls the following before Jere could hear them: "If anything, he's the one who has been played around with".

Jere approached Mikko first, going in for a hug, which made total sense given the fact that they were friends. (Y/N) appreciated it, because his last comment had caught her by surprise. He had changed into some track pants and graphic loose t-shirt, and over all he already looked far more calmed down and back to his more, to put it some way, innocent self. Aubrey and (Y/N) exchanged a look before introducing themselves to the guys in pink, who had not changed their outfits. Their names were Jaakko and Aleksi.

"Hey, I recognize you. You were all in the bar that day I was here" she said as a realization. "Yes, we were planning tonight" Aleksi answered, "Did you like it?" he added, to both her and Aubrey.

While the four of them engaged in small talk, the girls understood that Mikko was congratulating his friend on his performance and Jere was thanking him, "Kiitos, Mikko, arvostan sitä todella", he said with appreciation on his face, closed smile and big puppy eyes (Y/N) couldn't ignore. With one last ruffle on his hair from Mikko, the two men stayed with one arm over the other's back and turned to the group.

"Alright, let's talk in English now so we can all understand each other..." Mikko started off. "I see you guys have already introduced yourselves, very good. Now let me introduce you girls to Käärijä himself, although maybe a certain someone doesn't need it" he playfully remarked, making Jere look away while hiding his face and (Y/N) roll her eyes. "Jere, these are (Y/N) and Aubrey from work. Aubrey, (Y/N), this is Jere" he played around using a formal tone and letting out of their embrace.

"Nice to meet you" Aubrey answered, shaking hands with him and gently pushing (Y/N) forward once she was done to signal her to do so as well.

"I finally know your name" he commented, making her chuckle, "Yes, I guess you do". Mikko and Aubrey swiftly moved to give them some space, going over to Jaakko and Aleksi, who were all in in the same unspoken plan.

"You like the show?" he seemed a bit nervous as he rested his elbow on the counter and signaled the waiter to get him a drink, while attentively listening to her answer, "Honestly, I'd never been to one quite like this. I mean, I've been to rock concerts and such, but this energy you guys put on stage was totally new for me. I really enjoyed it tho, you're really good" she sincerely said.

"Oh, thank you, really" Jere put a hand to his chest as to show gratitude, "It was first concert after months of not doing", he further explained, "So means a lot all people who come here, yes. I'm so happy for this, I was worried if not work well". He sounded so humble (Y/N) couldn't help but grow to like his personality even more. She was curious to know why he hadn't played in a way, but also didn't want to intrude, so she opted for another response. "Well you should be. We all had a blast".

"You understand anything I sing?" he wondered with a perky smirk, before taking a sip from the beer that had just landed in front of him. "I didn't need to", she let it out without giving it a second thought, almost as if this was the only real answer she could give, which to her felt absolutely true. He was shocked by it and spilled some of the drink out, quickly catching the dripping by covering his mouth with a napkin.

"Ah, I make fool of me now, great!" he tried to cover up by playing down the incident. She couldn't stop laughing out loud, some people even noticing the whole scene between the two of them, specially Mikko and company who laughed as well from a distance, "That's what you get for lying to me before" she joked, but grabbed a napkin as well to clean his shirt up, softly patting it on his chest. "Sorry, I wanted to surprise" he justified. It was in that moment that she noticed they were almost the same height. When her gaze moved upward from the stain she was cleaning up, his stare was way closer than she had thought. He carried on talking.

"Also, before, I hope I not make you... uh-, mikä on sana epämukavalle?" he looked over at Mikko for help regarding a language inquire.

"Uncomfortable"

"Yes, that" Jere said, "I hope I not make you uncom... uncomfortable when I, you know-" he tried to explain himself, struggling with the pronunciation. He stroked his own cheek to interpret what he attempted to say. "Oh! No no, don't worry, it was- it was okay. I liked it, actually", his relief was evident after she assured him. He let out a nervous giggle.

Then, something caught his attention. His gaze had travelled to the door, past (Y/N), and what he saw made his face turn dead serious, although also sad. Mikko, Aleksi and Jaakko very quickly noticed what was happening. Aubrey and (Y/N) also turned around to check it out: a girl was standing by the entrance looking for someone with a worried expression.

"Miten uskallat tulla tänne?" Jaakko expressed angrily. The three men addressed Jere, who suddenly was a loss of words and course of action.

"Ex alert" Aubrey whispered to (Y/N) while sipping from her drink's straw. "They're asking him if he wants to go talk to her" she informed her friend, which (Y/N) was thankful for. It was really tiring to not catch anything on her own sometimes. While the four men were talking to each other, deciding what to do next, (Y/N) grabbed Jere's arm and everyone's attention fell on her. She just couldn't stop strongly empathizing with him because she had also recently been through a break up and knew how shitty it was. Jere seemed more at ease when she talked, "Are you okay? Do you want to get out of here?" he looked past her again, everyone following his direction and realizing his ex was coming over to them. "I do, please", "Then we're getting out of here", (Y/N) decided, "You guys coming?" she asked the rest. "No, you guys go on. We'll make sure she doesn't follow" Mikko stated, thankful for her determination.

They said rushed goodbyes and (Y/N) got ahold of his hand to guide him towards the door. When they walked past her, she tried to talk, but they were quick to get out.

As per usual, it was freezing. They started to wander off to anywhere.

...

"I'm sorry about having to go"

They had found a comfortable spot in a park overlooking the town's river and had settled there. They had walked for a while, him trying to talk about anything else but his ex.

"Don't sweat it. I fully understand" she comforted him, then took the vape he had previously offered to her and took a puff before continuing, "I got broken up with three months ago... I hate to admit it, but it's part of the reason I ended up deciding to move here", she explained. He listened to her attentively, with a stern face.

The night was silent over here. It was only the sound of the stream and their hushed voices

"Can I ask why the break up?" he inquired, not wanting to pry on too much. "Only if I can ask why the break up", she made him chuckle. "Yes, of course" he accepted.

"She said I was too impulsive and that she couldn't trust me to maintain a steady and stable relationship, because I couldn't even do that with my own life" she sighed after her explanation and rolled her eyes.

"Wow" Jere said, disapproving look on his face "Hard thing to say".

"Yes, but honestly, I don't hold a grudge anymore. She had her right to think that way too. I do so too sometimes" she admitted, handing back the electronic cigarette, since they were taking turns to smoke.

"That's shit" he commented, which made them both laugh, "But I understand, too. "My ex, Sofia, that's her name, she uh- said she not approve of music career" his gaze moved upfront, "She said It's either me or music, and I think she not like my answer" Jere let out a half-sad cackle, "This is all I ever wanted to do. I loved her, I feel like I still do a bit, you know? But..." he nodded negatively before finishing the sentence, "I need someone who give support. What I told you before, the not doing concerts? A part of it was because I got, uh, insecure".

Silence fell between them as they both got lost in their own thoughts for a brief moment.

"You know, for someone who claims to not be good at English, you can maintain quite a deep conversation" her words made him belly laugh again. He looked at her and handed the vape once more. "Don't need Duolingo for that" he referenced. He was about to speak again but cut himself. "You can go on, it's fine", his doe-like blue eyes seeped cherishment.

"Oh, I not know, talking about ex was not in my plans when being alone with a girl I like" he made her blush, "I just thinking that, you know, I'm almost... mikä on sana" he struggled again with the language "Thirty year old?" he doubted if he had said it right, and the girl nodded to indicate him he had, "Thirty year old, and when younger I thought Oh, I achieve my dreams at thirty, have the family, all that... You know? And... nothing of that" he described, "My songs, some say that. But you not understand, so..." he added jokingly to lighten the mood, erupting laughter from her.

"Hey, I'm trying really hard to find a place where I can learn Finnish! Give me a break..." she defended herself, while the giggling from both of them died down. "But, just so you know, most of us feel this way too. Having your life figured out at thirty? That only happens to the lucky ones, I can assure you" she saw his tired expression and put a hand to his shoulder, "And by the way, you're crazy talented. We were all mesmerized by your performance. You can get to whatever place you want to be, and if you don't, well... It won't be because of your fault".

They were once again looking in each other's eyes. His gaze travelled down to her mouth. They were sitting close to one another as to avoid the cold wind. Her heart beat faster. How come did she feel like he had known him for such a long time if this was practically their first ever proper conversation? Yet she couldn't fight it. She had seen so many sides of him in such a short amount of time; she swore she'd never been that much of a romantic but the alcohol, mixed with how vulnerable they both felt in that moment and the fact that she was finally feeling at ease after more than a month of such a big change in her life, probably did the trick.

"Can- can I...?" he started nervously, but was interrupted.

"Yes"

Their lips crashed, finally killing the anticipation. Her hands cupped his face and his ones settled on her waist. She felt his long eyelashes touch her face, his beard tickled her jaw and his hoop piercing was cold on her nose. (Y/N) enjoyed feeling all these parts of Jere on her. He truly was so pretty. And suddenly, she wanted to make sure he knew just how pretty he was and how much he deserved to know it. The wave of boldness she had had to ask him to sit down with her those two weeks ago, but had been interrupted, came back as a stronger force.

When they separated to catch their breath, (Y/N) kept his face close to hers. He was panting through a timid smile and hot red burned his cheeks. She noticed her face doing the same thing.

"My apartment is a five minute walk from here" she suggested.

"Meidän on hyödynnettävä sitä" he whispered, hands going up and down her sides, and the Finnish language had never sounded so seductive to her.

"I didn't catch that",

"You don't need to. I will show you".

#kaarija #jere poyhonen #eurovison 2023 #eurovision #esc23 #bojan cvjeticanin #kaarija x reader #käärijä x reader #jere x reader #jere pöyhönen #cha cha cha #finland was fucking robbed #finland is my winner #finland esc #justice for finland #käärijä #joker out

[betweenujb]

acquainted

ceo!momo x supermodel!sana

warnings: smut, dom/sub, posessive momo, implied overstimulation

Momo had just finished closing one of the biggest deals of the year for her company when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She had silenced all her notifications except ones from Sana, and her wife knew that she was in a meeting so it must have been important. Excusing herself, she checked her phone only to see a text that sent her blood pressure through the roof.

sweet girl: i know you're busy with a meeting baby but one of the models is getting a little handsy with me

lover: no, sweetheart. it's not a problem at all. i'll be there in five minutes

The words that Momo typed out were loving and full of nothing but care for her wife, but inside she felt like she was going to explode. Every person who worked with Sana and every person who worked for Momo, all the way down to the cleaning people, knew that her wife was off limits.

Momo was beyond pissed and every single person at the photo shoot site knew it. The second the doors flung open and the people on the site turned their heads, it went silent. With every step Momo took, it felt like a dark cloud was descending on them, the woman's heels reverberating in through the room.

Momo's eyes scanned the male model's faces, jaw clenched. Usually, she had no issue with the male models. They knew to keep their hands to themselves, and they knew the consequences if they didn't. Usually, they didn't have a death wish.

Maybe I'm being too lenient, Momo thought as her sight homed in on the one who was harassing her precious Sana. The bastard who was touching Sana only moments ago still had a smirk on his face that Momo wanted to smack into next week. She pushed her way past the other models and stood centimeters away from him.

Being short didn't stop Momo. In fact, it made her feel even more powerful. Seeing six-foot-tall men cower under her look let her know she was the one calling the shots.

Momo grabbed the model's tie and pulled him down to her level aggressively enough that he stumbled. Her eyes were almost black with rage as she leaned in and whispered, voice barely audible. "If you aren't out of this building in the next 20 seconds, I will make your life a living hell. If you ever touch my wife again, I will make sure you go home in a fucking body bag."

This was all the warning the model needed. In 10 seconds, he bolted out of the building, barely grabbing the bag he brought with him. Momo took a deep breath, only turning around to face Sana once she saw the door slam behind him.

Like a switch had flipped, Momo's expression was gentle again. Her hands were gentle as she wrapped them around Sana's waist. She gave her a quick kiss before walking to one of the chairs behind the studio lights. With the snap of her fingers, the camera crew was back to work.

Fortunately, the rest of Momo's work for the day involved phone calls to other fashion CEOs and modeling agents. She'd be damned if she left Sana's photoshoot before she was done.

+

"Sweetheart do you know who that dumb fucker worked for?" Momo asked, monotone as she tapped her finger against the steering wheel.

Sana glanced up from her phone, looking up at the roof of their car as she wracked her brain for a company name. "I think he worked for some small sub-company under Dior or something like that."

Momo silently nodded and took Sana's free hand in hers. She intertwined their fingers and placed a gentle kiss on the back of Sana's hand. "I'll make sure to have a word with his agent."

The slightly aggravated tone in Momo's voice caused Sana to blush a bit. She had always been susceptible to Momo's controlling and protective nature. Whether it was firing someone because they forgot her sweet girl's coffee or practically wiping them off the face of the earth because they accidentally brushed against her ass, it caused Sana's nerves to go haywire.

Deciding to see how far she could push Momo before they got home, Sana leaned over the center console, her dress revealing enough that Sana's lacy bra was peeking out from underneath. She put on her pout that she knew had Momo wrapped around her finger and brought their hands up to her lips.

"I tried to tell everyone on the set what he was doing," a small kiss to the tips of Momo's fingers, "but they didn't seem to care. They were too busy telling me to pose better," the flat of her tongue pressing against Momo's index finger, "and they wouldn't do anything about him, so I just let him keep going."

Sana's words dug their way into Momo's brain. Her wife knew what she was doing and even if nothing she said was true, it still made her grip the steering wheel until her knuckles were white. She glanced at Sana, that oh so fake innocence written across her face making her fold fast.

Momo pulled her hand out of Sana's grasp and grabbed her face, fingers digging into her cheeks. "If I knew you wanted to be such a slut then maybe I should have just left you to deal with him alone."

Sana gulped. She knew that it was only an empty threat, but it was enough to make her desperate for more. It wasn't often that Momo would get rough with her, but when she did, it made her see stars every single time.

+

They barely made it through the doors of the penthouse before Momo picked Sana up in her arms, slamming her against the wall in the entryway. Momo's hands on Sana's hips were almost bruising, her grip was so tight. She leaned up to Sana's ear, breath hot and low as she muttered, "You're not going to be thinking of anything but me and my name once I'm done with you, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. Just with one simple name, Sana was putty in Momo's hands. Momo's to play with and fuck until she could barely walk in the morning. But that wasn't Momo's problem. Especially not when her wife decided to tease her like that in the car.

"Momo please..." Sana gasped out as Momo's hand bunched her wife's dress up, hand dipping into her panties. Momo didn't care that it was a $5,000 dress. She could just get Sana a brand new one with the wave of her hand.

Sana's breath hitched as the heel of Momo's hand pressed against her clit. It was providing her with just enough pressure to have her squirming in her wife's arms.

Not wanting to drop her to the ground, Momo set Sana down and immediately dragged her to their large bedroom. She aggressively picked her wife up, throwing her in the middle of their king-sized bed. Momo almost lost her composure seeing Sana's dress ride up, revealing the large wet spot on her wife's panties.

The lust in her eyes and the need to prove she was better than that bastard could ever be, Momo wasted no time in taking her clothes off. She threw her suit jacket, shirt, and tie behind her, leaving her in just her pants.

Sana's mouth watered at the sight as Momo stalked over to the edge of the bed and crawled up to where she was. Sana tried to reach her hand out to touch any part of Momo's bare skin she could. Her hands only had the chance to ghost over Momo's toned abs though as her wife grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

"You really want me that bad, sweetheart? You sure you don't want that bastard touching you earlier to keep going?" Momo's voice was thick with desire. She wanted Sana as much as her wife wanted her, but she couldn't let her movements falter.

Sana vigorously shook her head, doe eyes staring up into Momo's dark ones. "No, Momo. Only you. Need you inside of me!"

"What's the magic word, sweet girl?" Momo's fingers brushed over her panties, applying the lightest amount of pressure to her swollen clit.

"P-please! Please Momo!"

"Was that so bad, sweetheart?" Momo asked, not giving Sana even a second to answer before she plunged two fingers deep into her wife's tight, wet heat.

Sana's body jerked as her hips thrusted into Momo's hand. The slight sting of being stretched so suddenly was just what she needed. "Oh, fuck!"

The smirk on Momo's face barely hid the amount of pleasure she was getting just from having her fingers inside of Sana. The way her fingers were being squeezed and sucked in, Sana's body was desperate for more.

"Barely even touched you yet and you're already so loud, baby." Momo let Sana's hands go, but Sana knew better than to move them from the headboard. She bucked her hips up into Momo's hand, the sheer force of Momo's fingers plunging in and out of her enough to make her dizzy already.

Momo pulled the top of Sana's dress down further, the fabric ripping more and more with each harsh tug until Sana's breasts spilled out. "What a slut. Barely even wearing a bra." Momo shook her head and leaned down, gently biting and sucking the stiff nipples through the thin lace.

Sana's body was on fire, her moaning only growing louder as Momo pushed a third finger into her. It was taking everything in her to not reach down and claw at Momo's back to release some pressure, but she knew that if she did, Momo would never let her cum.

Momo's fingers were thrusting in and out at a furious pace, her thumb pressing against Sana's clit. "Whose pussy is this, baby? Is it that dumb motherfucker's?"

Momo and Sana both knew the answer to such an oh-so-obvious question, but Momo needed to hear Sana. Needed to hear the whines and moans she let out as she fucked into her sweet girl.

"Only yours, Momo! Your pussy!" Sana's face was a shade brighter as she barely got her words out in between Momo's thrusts. That little coil in the pit of her stomach was getting tighter and tighter and she knew she wasn't going to last much longer.

"That's right, sweetheart. My pussy. Mine to fuck and fill up." The lewd, wet noises of her fingers pumping in and out of Sana combined with Sana's ear-piercing moans were almost enough for Momo to go over the edge herself. But this wasn't about her. It was about making Sana cum over and over again until she learned her lesson.

"Momo! Gonna- so close!" Sana could barely keep her eyes open as the coil in her stomach got tighter and tighter.

"That's it, sweet girl. Cum for me." Momo's voice was much softer as pulled Sana’s excuse for a bra off to lick and suck on her breasts.

The combined sensations were too much and quickly, Momo's fingers were being squeezed to death, Sana's cum flooding out of her and covering her wife's fingers as she screamed her wife's name over and over again. "Momo! Momo! Momo!"

Sana's breathing was labored as she closed her eyes, her body shaking as Momo's fingers gently pumped in and out of her. She felt like she'd just been shot out of a cannon and when she felt Momo's fingers leave her, she thought that was it.

When Sana felt the flat of Momo's tongue against her sensitive clit, her breath caught in her throat, hands flying to tangle into Momo's hair. "F-fuck. Can't. No more."

Momo just shook her head, replacing her mouth with her thumb as she looked up to Sana, her eyes dark with greed and a sweet smile plastered to her face. "This is what you wanted so bad, baby. You're gonna cum for me as many times as I want like the little slut you are."

#twice smut #twice #twice imagines #sana #momo #kpop smut #girl group smut #sana x momo #minatozaki sana #hirai momo #gg smut

[allfortzu]

everything, everywhere

-- sana / tzuyu. 2.36k, fluff // MEN DNI.

sana and tzuyu find their way. in every universe, in every life.

one cool night of mid-april spring, sana lays a cheek on her palm and watches tzuyu work. 

they're meant to be studying for their final exams, but sana is easily distracted, and the thought of something final makes sana a little sentimental. 

quiet nights have always been this way – of her and tzuyu working at the only table in their dorm, because the other was dismantled and turned into a temporary makeshift enclosure for two dogs tzuyu impulsively fostered. 

tzuyu promised not to get attached, but now the dogs have names and sana is in charge of feeding them every wednesday morning. 

kaya and butter yip happily from behind what was once tzuyu’s table top. 

sana sighs melancholically, her entire body slumping. 

life is good now, but for how long more?

"can i ask you a question?" 

tzuyu glances up from her notes. “what’s wrong?”

“will you go back to taiwan after graduation?” sana asks. 

tzuyu doesn’t say anything immediately – it’s not like she enjoys entertaining the thought of it either. 

“maybe. you?” 

sana shrugs. “i don’t know. i think i might miss all of this too much.” 

tzuyu tilts her head sideways.  “all of this?” 

their dorm was standard at best. small, quaint, and unassuming. there really wasn’t much to lose. honestly, life would be much more comfortable if they were back home with their families. 

“yeah, like kaya and butter,” sana says. 

then, after what might’ve been a moment of hesitation: “and you.”

it comes as a surprise; not because tzuyu didn’t think she took up that big of a part in sana’s life, but rather she had never even thought about the possibility of not being in sana’s life at all. 

tzuyu wants to console sana with solutions, but sana’s right. 

after this, they wouldn’t need to live in a dorm together anymore, and if not both, one of them would leave korea completely. sana to japan, tzuyu to taiwan. perhaps they could visit each other, but they both knew that was wishful thinking.

it would only be natural to move on. 

this time, tzuyu sighs. “i’d miss you, too.” 

she’ll miss the routine they’ve found themselves falling into after three years of rooming, she’ll miss the miso soup sana makes for her birthday, because seaweed soup was always too hard to make without a kitchen. she’ll miss sana in her bed, clutched on tight during rainy nights when the thunder was too loud for comfort. 

ah, i haven't even confessed to her yet. 

sana doesn’t say anything. it’s as if this truly is the end, and they’re both trying to imagine a life without one another. 

or trying to imagine a life where everything works out; where sana has tzuyu, and tzuyu has sana.

“do you think we’re best friends in every universe?” sana asks. 

another universe, one where we never stop being best friends. 

in this universe, sana and tzuyu are best friends. 

at the end of the year, they’ll graduate, and what lies ahead is uncertainty. 

in another universe, sana and tzuyu are older, but they don’t know each other yet. 

tzuyu is a barista, and sana has recently moved into the area. 

it's the coffee shop closest to her apartment, and also the only one that offers free pup cups with every order of a drink. perfect for sana and her shiba inu. 

the cafe door swings open with a gentle ding, and sana peeks her head in. 

"good morning," a girl behind the counter greets, waving an arm. 

she's tall, pretty, and has caramel brown hair. there's no one else in the cafe yet, but maybe because it's just opened. 

"hi!" sana waves back, dog leash still in hand. "i heard dogs are allowed?" 

the barista's face lits up fully, and she leans over the countertop to get a better view. sana's shiba inu peeks a snout in as well, and the barista squeaks.  

"yes! dogs are welcomed!" she chirps, quickly rounding from her spot to join sana at the entrance. 

"baby!" she says and squats down. "are they a she or he!"

the enthusiasm and eagerness is so contagious, sana really can't help but grin, both with pride and plain endearment. "a she. her name is pomu!"

"awww, pomu!" the barista coos, patting pomu lightly in between her ears. pomu wags her tail happily, tilting her head upwards for more scratches.

sana giggles at the scene, and she doesn't mean to, but it snaps the barrista out of her one-track-dog-lover-mind momentarily. 

"ah," she says sheepishly, rubbing at her neck. "sorry, i didn't introduce myself." 

maybe this barista isn't as well-versed with humans than with dogs. 

"my name is tzuyu," she continues, suddenly awkward. what an adorable name. "you have a really cute dog."

sana has never let a little awkwardness get in the way of a pretty girl, though. 

"thank you, you're cute too!" sana giggles. "i'm sana, i'm new around here."

the casual comment makes tzuyu laugh shyly, a light pink tinting her cheeks in a way sana loves. "always nice to see a new face." then, glancing at pomu. "and a new dog." 

she leads sana back to the counter after, returning to her place behind it. "what can i get for you today?" 

sana scans the menu, and besides the usual americano or expresso, she doesn't really know what anything else is. "do you have anything sweet?" 

tzuyu muses, tilting her head slightly. "not yet, but i've been experimenting on a new strawberry rose latte."

sana's ears perk up at the mention of strawberries and roses. "what's a latte?" 

"it's just coffee and milk. not very strong, i think you'd like it." tzuyu smiles. "and if you're up for it, you can try the strawberry rose one. free of charge, of course." 

"trying it on a test subject before you debut it?" sana jokes. 

tzuyu shrugs, playing along. "think of it as… a pre-release trial?" 

"hm," sana hums. "when you put it that way, how could i turn it down?"

tzuyu grins. "one strawberry rose latte, for the lady with the cute dog. and a pup cup!" 

"way to make a girl feel special," sana chides playfully, huffing. tzuyu simply chuckles at the jab. 

and so it goes. 

sana is the first to try tzuyu's new strawberry rose latte, and the first at tzuyu's coffee shop every morning after. 

tzuyu names it the pomu special, and it's a limited edition feature for her valentines day menu. 

sana gets unlimited access to it, though. of course she does.

tzuyu finds that she does play favourites when it comes to customers, but doesn't care because it's sana. 

sana tries all of tzuyu's drinks, "pre-released", as tzuyu puts it, and their future is full of new beginnings. 

they'll be best friends, soon enough. 

maybe more.

in another, sana and tzuyu have known each other for years, but no one can know. 

"i've missed you," sana murmurs, wrapping her arms around tzuyu's neck to pull her close. 

she just wants to hug the person she's been wanting to hug all day, but tzuyu stands stiff, back taut and tilting her chin away from sana. "sana, not now." 

"but we're in private now," sana pouts. 

nonetheless, even if she hates it, she still unravels her arms and slides her hands reluctantly off. she doesn't let go completely, though, catching the lapels of tzuyu's blazer between her thumb and fingers. 

tzuyu sighs, covering sana's hands with her own, touch as loving as always, but there’s still a certain hesitancy. "i have to check the room first – give me a second?" 

in this world, sana is the only daughter of the famed minatozaki clan, and tzuyu the first-in-line for the inheritance of the chou group. 

if anyone knew they were together, snuck away from one of many business galas, it would be the end of their family's reputations as a whole. 

"one kiss?" sana pleads, brows knit and eyes round, looking up at tzuyu innocently. 

"we’ll check first, then a kiss," tzuyu says sternly, but the gentle finger she rubs in between sana's frown is anything but. 

sana huffs, but ultimately relents. "one check." 

tzuyu smiles, nodding; an action that's come to be a staple in a relationship. tzuyu accompanies it with a subtle scrunch of her nose, eyes curving slightly, and it's enough to tell sana that she's thinking of her when they can't tell each other in public. 

not that tzuyu isn't always thinking about sana, but when she does that, it means she's thinking of her. 

thinking of kissing her, thinking of doing all the things sana wants to do. 

thinking of sana, truly, in the sense of a lover thinking of her muse. 

and a sweep tzuyu does, quick but thorough. until she's satisfied that they're safe, and she lets herself let go completely, giving a patient sana the permission to jump into her arms finally. 

tzuyu embraces sana fully, wholly, all their love encompassed into a single moment – one where they are completely each other's and nothing else. 

"i missed you," sana says again, but this time softer, voice muffled in the crook of tzuyu's neck as her shoulders rise with her tightened hold. 

they're familiar words, said almost everyday. some might say it takes away from the significance, but sana has never cared about significance – what mattered besides missing tzuyu's touch every second of the day and telling her as it is? 

tzuyu squeezes back, places a gentle kiss on the crown of sana's head. "kisses?" 

"please." sana tilts her chin up, lets her eyes flutter close.

dutifully, tzuyu plants another kiss on sana's lips, a proper kiss. 

the weight of the world is lifted off their shoulders, and then it's just them; sana and tzuyu, tzuyu and sana. 

sana tugs at tzuyu’s blazer until it’s finally slipped off, hands roaming eagerly and freely, savouring the few moments they have away from prying eyes. tzuyu presses closer in earnest, palm on the small of her back, gentle. 

she hums into sana’s lips, a soft purr that sounds from the back of her throat and comes out in contented waves, flowing right into sana. 

it’s so unlike tzuyu as she is in public, but so completely like the tzuyu sana knows behind doors. 

i hope we exist in another life – one without all the stupid things in this one.

their lips part for a moment, but sana finds tzuyu again. 

no titles, no fleeting touches. 

tzuyu lets herself enjoy the comfort of sana in her arms, of her in sana's arms. 

no pretending we’re not everything more than that. 

in this universe, sana and tzuyu have all of each other, even if they’re the only ones who know. 

somewhere else, sana and tzuyu lay in bed, foreheads pressed against each other. 

they speak in hushed tones, legs tangled up beneath the sheets, sharing the warmth. 

tzuyu says something, rubs her nose on sana's, and sana giggles. it probably isn't anything funny, but sana's always giddy around tzuyu. 

tzuyu laughs too, and soon enough all they're doing is snickering at nothing. 

"i want to get a dog," tzuyu says, tinges of laughter still laced between her words. "or two. can we?" 

"does that mean i get co-parenting rights?" 

"yeah," tzuyu smiles. "i'll even let you name one." 

sana quriks a brow. "i bet you've already got two names in mind." 

"but they're our dogs, i'm trying not to be greedy." 

sana laughs at that, shoulders shaking lightly. "you're allowed to be greedy, love," she says, poking tzuyu's dimple when tzuyu starts grinning. "tell me the names?" 

"i'm thinking kaya and butter," tzuyu says. 

"i think those names are perfect," sana muses, tucking a stray strand of tzuyu's hair behind her ears and kissing the tip of her nose for good measure. 

"like you," tzuyu giggles. 

sana laughs again, how terribly corny. 

though, ever so tzuyu. 

they've been together for longer than either can remember, but somehow still as infatuated as the first time they met. 

"can i ask you another thing?" tzuyu whispers, eyes bright.

"yeah?" sana says, finally letting the last bit of laughter out of her system. 

"i want to marry you." 

there's no hesitancy when it's said, no fear. 

not even a question, really, just a statement of fact. 

it's sudden, but not too sudden at all. it's not like they haven't known the answer to these questions for years now. 

sana smiles. 

"let's get married, then." 

it's easy, effortless. 

"and get two dogs," tzuyu adds, pecking sana on the lips. 

sana grins. "and get two dogs."

they've always worked it out. 

truly, there's nowhere else they'd rather be. 

looking back, sana had asked: "do you think we're best friends in every universe?" 

"probably not," tzuyu answers. 

sana pouts. "you really think that?" 

tzuyu looks away when she says the next words; pretends they mean less to her than they really do. 

"i don't know. maybe we're something other than best friends?" maybe she's hoping. "maybe… maybe we don't know each other yet…" 

maybe we'd be lovers. 

"maybe everything works out in those universes," sana muses. "it's fun to think about. us in another universe, hm?" 

it is. 

if we're happy in another universe, let's be happy in this one too, sana. 

"how about we find a place together after graduation?" tzuyu says. "i don't think i'm ready to go back to taiwan just yet." 

not without you, at least. 

"thank god you asked," sana laughs, relieved. "i really thought you were going to pack up and leave once we were done." 

tzuyu ducks her head. "i'd miss all of this too much, too." 

"what was that?" sana teases, leaning in. "you'd miss me too much?" 

"kaya and butter would miss you too much," tzuyu rolls her eyes, pushing sana's smug look away. "go away, i'm studying." 

"aw, i love you, tzuyu," sana coos, voice high and dragged out to rub it in. 

tzuyu groans, covering her ears in despair.

but it's all just for show. 

where tzuyu and sana are right now, they decide they'd rather be here than anywhere else, too. 

i love you too, sana.

didnt even use those satzu wips i wrote a whole new one instead?!% yeah idk whats going on in this fic either (but ill lose my mind if i spend longer on this than i alrdy have ong) and its a bit different from what i usually write, but still, hopefully it turned out tolerable at least,, 🙏 inspired-ish by that one falseknees comic, but in this one, their relationship always exists in every universe :)

thank you for reading! interactions, again, always appreciated <3

MEN DNI.

#twice imagines #sana x tzuyu #twice fluff #minatozaki sana #chou tzuyu #satzu #i wouldve called this one “wherever you are” instead but unfortunately #i did not have enough foresight when i wrote that mitzu fic #i think this title works well enough tho! #also i hate finding pics for the fics oml i have so many regrets making this my layout but i have to persevere for the sake of consistency. #i must #twice fics

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Just a bet Chapter 8

Hey love here is Chapter 8 plz enjoy

Warning: abuse, fluff, flirting if you flinch

       Tuesday, September 25th 

You put your things in your locker and take what you need to your class but when you get to the door of the class someone bumps aggressively with your shoulder it seems that they are running and that is why they bumped into you, "Sorry Y/n" Sana apologizes while she is trying to get out the class "it's fine" 

you pick your things from the floor and fix your glasses to cover your bruise that looked better today.

"Are you ok?" Chan asks concerned but all the time he looks behind you, his eyes following the female who bumped into you with her eyes puffy and watery 

"Yeah I'm good" You look behind you to see if she is still there "ok," he says still not looking at you but passing you, and runs towards the girl that bumped into you crying

Damn...

Everyone looks at you and the drama that just occurred 

"What happened?" you ask Mina sitting down at your desk 

"Well... it appears that they had a one-night stand 2 nights ago and she thought that they were getting back together but he said no to her" Your eyes widen not being able to comprehend the information that you just received 

wow... they slept together, emptiness fills your heart as disappointment gets to you 

you get to your seat now feeling worse than this morning being all excited to see him again this morning, but nevermind I need to learn my position and that's just being friends with him and that's all 

                                                     9:30 am 

You close your notebook and pens thanking heavens you did understand this class but you see Chan rushing into your statistics class you share with I.N, Mina, Yuna, Lia, and Chan 

he sighs seeing that he missed the class "I.N did you take notes of the class dude?" he rushes to his seat but sees him sleeping in his table

"hey y/n did you took notes for this class?" you grab your notebook and give it to him and shove past him to get ready to your next class

annoyed, that how you feel in this exact same moment, does he not like you but leading you on? you kept thinking about it all class, is he just playing with your feelings or are you getting ahead of yourself?

You get to your locker and walk towards the cafeteria to buy a cookie to fill your empty stomach, "Hello can I have that strawberry cookie please" You take your cash out and pay the lady who you always see with a shitty attitude.

you get outside and sit below a tree that provides nice shade and a breeze "Hey my favorite girl" you hear that voice that always slurs the l when calling you

"hi, Hyujin," you say and he sits beside you "So.. you have any tea for me?"

you look at him confused "What do you mean?" "well you left with him last week am I right?" he wiggles his eyebrows you chuckle and shake your head 

"he has a big dick right?" he remarks as he nods feeling proud of his friend "It's not like that, nothing happened," you say defending yourself 

"Nah I don't believe you" he looks at you in disbelief "So he just talked to you and that was it?" you nod "Be for real right now!" he says in disbelief 

"I'm not lying to you, he just took me to buy something and then left me home"

"He didn't even kiss you or anything?" 

"no why would he, ain't he trying to get back with Sana or something?" you bicker a bit 

"ohh you sound jealous" he smirks

"is not like that" you try to lie "Gurl be for real right now, I've known you since we were in school" he makes a sassy face towards you trying "he is just a kind person that's all" you put your chin on your knees hugging them feeling shy about the conversation 

"but like I heard Sana and Chan slept together 2 days ago," I say, trying to see if the information is false hopping, it is false 

"I don't know about that y/n but I can ask him," he tells me "No don't worry about that" I get scared that maybe he will mention my name while asking

"did it happen again?" he asks me "What happened?" you ask looking at him "Did he... you know hit you again?" you nod 

"yeah Chan figured it out and went to buy me some cream for my eye" 

"oh, yeah he is like that, but maybe... just don't get your hopes up, because he can be like that, I guess he is nice, or he likes you, at the end, I don't know" you shrug not trying to get your hope up 

You always knew Chris was fine, you always saw him walking on the hallways, so you could say he was nothing but a hallway crush, but now that he started to talk to you, you felt important, but maybe your mind is playing tricks on you.

the bell rang so you got up "Bye Hyun-jin" he hugged you, and you felt the pity he gave you in that hug "Remember if you need my help you can call me right? we can call the police again and I will make sure he goes to jail" 

he separated himself from you, and you grabbed your bag leaving as well, but you felt eyes looking at you with disgust and jealousy, of course, they were the cheerleaders, Hyunjin's number 1 fans.

I roll my eyes and walk towards my next class 

You take your things out of your bag and start organizing your desk, clicking your pen out of boredom, but someone sits next to me nudging my arm with their elbow, it is Lia

she made a warning face, her eyes widening at the problem that was happening next to us

I raise my head and look over to my right, seeing  Jake flirting with Yuna "Seems we have a new couple aboard" she wiggles her eyebrows and I smile teasing Yuna when she makes eye contact with us 

I rested my head on my arm again while Lia grabbed her phone, but I felt someone looking at me, I looked forward and I saw Chan looking backward at me, I stared at him while I thrust my head upwards asking if he needed anything, but he just shook his head and positioned himself rightly in his desk, I close my eyes trying to get some rest, but Lia keeps talking to someone until I felt her get up and leave

"Hey, thanks for the notes"

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ultraviolet pt. 3 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

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After a few more exercises, the fitness test was officially over.

"All right, time to give you your results. I've ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I'll just pull up the whole list. It's not worth going over each individual's score."

Momo came in first place, then Shoto, with Bakugou ranked third. Sana found her name in the seventh slot, right above Kirishima's and Mina's. I did it, Sana giggled breathlessly as Mina roped her into a side hug. I passed. But then... who didn't?

Midoriya's name sat at the bottom of the list. The boy cradled his injured hand with a distressed look on his face. Just like that, he's gone? She frowned.

Sure, she understood Aizawa's point about not wanting to waste time and resources on students with no potential, but on the other hand, didn't Midoriya's strength and determination make up for his lack of control? Out of the thousands of applicants, hadn't they been chosen because U.A had seen promise in them?

Their home room teacher clicked a button on his remote, making the holographic rankings disappear. "And I was lying," he said in his lazy drawl. "No one's going home."

Pure silence.

A deranged smile appeared on the Pro's face. "That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it your all in the tests."

Sana thought Midoriya was going to vibrate right out of his red sneakers from shaking so hard.

The only person who didn't seem surprised by Aizawa's announcement was Momo, who stated that she'd known all along that it was nothing but a ruse.

It didn't seem like an empty threat though, Sana thought as the class stood frozen in front of the disheveled Pro. She remembered the hard look in the man's hooded eyes, his unruffled attitude at the thought of potentially crushing someone's dream. Maybe he realized that the most rational decision would be to wait and see what all we're capable of before making any big decisions.

In contrast to their relief, Bakugou almost seemed disappointed that no one would be going home. Midoriya is still here, so that's not much of a surprise.

The explosive blonde seemed to regard everyone he came across either as competition or beneath him in some way, but something was different between the two boys. She wasn't sure if it was a petty rivalry or something more that fueled Bakugo's apparent hatred for the greenette.

"We're done for the day. Pick up a syllabus in the classroom. Read it over before tomorrow morning." Aizawa called as he stalked back towards the main building. Class 1-A, with the exception of Midoriya, headed to the locker rooms to change back into their uniforms.

After grabbing a syllabus and collecting her things, Sana exchanged phone numbers with her new friends. If today is anything to go by, then I think this will be a very interesting year.

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Day two of Sana's high school career started off much better than the first, mainly because her father had already left the house by the time she'd made it downstairs. "Well, that's one less thing to worry about," she hummed pleasantly as she dug into her breakfast.

Today would be her first full day at U.A. She'd be introduced to more Pro Heroes, get to hang out more with Mina and the gang, and most importantly, she'd get to taste the cafeteria food. I wonder what Lunch Rush will be serving today? Sparkles surrounded her at the promise of delicious treats.

"What's got you in such a good mood?" Umi appeared next to her with her hands on her hips. "Is it because of All Might?"

Eh? Sana stopped chewing on her blueberry muffin. "All Might?"

The gray-haired woman looked surprised. "Didn't you hear? There's a rumor going around that U.A offered him a teaching position."

"I hadn't heard," Sana shrugged, pinching off another bite of deliciousness and letting the warm pastry melt on her tongue. Umi sweatdropped at the girl's lack of interest in anything but her muffin.

"You know, most kids your age would be thrilled after hearing that they might get to train under the number one hero."

It wasn't that Sana disliked the Symbol of Peace, she just didn't feel the need to worship him like the majority of the world. Maybe it was because she'd heard so much about him growing up under Endeavor, but she preferred less flashy heroes like Best Jeanist and Mirko. She liked Hawks too... though mostly because he was young and hot.

"I hate to be the one to break it to you, Umi, but I'm not like most kids."

A soft pat on the head had Sana tearing her attention away from her breakfast. The old woman had a small smile on her face, but her eyes held only sadness. "Eat up, my little sunflower. You'll need all your strength if All Might really is your teacher."

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Besides learning how to react during natural disasters and take down villains, U.A students were also required to take standard core classes like English and Math. After eating lunch with Mina and the rest of the girls of 1-A, it was time for Hero Basic Training.

"I AM HERE!" A boisterous voice announced. "Coming through the door like a hero!" Sana almost snorted at the hulking man lingering in the doorway on the tips of his toes.

The classroom buzzed with excitement in the overwhelming presence of All Might, the Number One hero. "Welcome to the most important class at UA High. Here, you will learn the basics of being a pro."

The Symbol of Peace held out a card with the word "battle" on it.

Sana could practically feel Bakugou's excitement, as well as Midoriya's dread. These two need a larger buffer zone between them than the seat I'm occupying. She placed her chin on her hand. Let's just hope they don't have to go against each other during the exercise. Or worse, team up.

All Might pointed at the wall, where cases with numbers in them were sliding out. "These were designed for you based on your quirk registration forms and the requests you sent in before school started."

After changing out of uniform, the class gathered at Ground Beta for training.

Sana was happy with how her costume turned out. The design was rather simple: a richly-colored amaranth bodysuit that matched her eyes perfectly with gold and white gold detailing woven beautifully throughout the suit. Lightweight armored paneling protected the soft tissue along her chest, abs, and back while also acting as cooling jets installed to help regulate her core body temperature. The material itself was breathable, as well as heat and flame resistant. Small diamond cuts of fabric along her body exposed flawless golden skin. The dark color of the fabric would also help her absorb heat. She'd wanted to wear something beautiful, but also embodied what kind of hero she wanted to be. Sana wanted to be seen as a guiding light, a beacon of hope. The deep, pink-purple costume shimmered like oil in the afternoon sun. She'd also requested a tinted visor to help shield her eyes. Her knee-high boots were more of a fashion statement than anything, though they did nothing to hinder her movements. The thick, sturdy heel was enforced with a bouncy material to make them more comfortable when worn for long periods of time. Some heroes wear capes while others wear heels. As bonus accessories, she'd been given a pair of three-fingered gloves to wear to prevent accidentally burning a civilian due to the heated nature of her quirk.

She quickly inspected her classmates' costumes. Kirishima had opted out of wearing a shirt, bless his saintly soul. His shredded back muscles and drool-worthy torso were on full display. Momo was showing almost as much skin as the human boulder, if not more. Mina wore a psychedelic-patterned leotard with a fur vest because, to quote the Alien Queen herself, why not? Shoto's entire left side was covered in ice, with an eerie red light where his turquoise iris would normally be. The sight made her sad.

Iida looked like a cross between a robot and a futuristic knight. Midoriya looked every bit like the All Might fanboy she'd imagined him to be, and Bakugou looked badass with a capital ASS standing there with huge, gauntlet-like contraptions strapped to his forearms.

His toned, athletic physique, which had been hidden away beneath his baggy uniform, was now very noticeable. His chest is bigger than mine, Sana half-joked, her eyes lingering on the bulging muscles of his arms and shoulders as they flexed under the weight of his support gear.

"What the hell are you staring at, dumbass?" Bakugou squinted at her choice of costume. Compared to something as elaborate as his, her's was nothing special to look at. She had no need for support items, so her outfit was pretty basic.

"Your tits," she replied honestly.

His eye twitched in annoyance, a feral, demon-like sound emanating from deep within his chest. "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Heh. Cute.

"Wow! You guys look super manly!" Kirishima greeted the two cheerfully, completely ignoring the blonde's outburst.

"Hey, Sana!" Kaminari slung an arm across her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. Her long, stawberry blonde hair brushed against his shirt. "Do you know what my costume is made of?" His golden eyes stared into her's excitedly.

She shook her head. "Um, no?"

"Boyfriend material." He pinched his collar and winked, a proud grin on his face. Sero and Mina rolled their eyes at the lightning-haired boy as they joined the group.

"Hey, Pikachu." Mina pulled her new bestie out of the blonde's embrace. "Quit trying to steal my girl." Mina nuzzled Sana's cheek with her own, making the Sakano girl laugh.

"They say that clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen, and behold, you are the proof!" All Might cut their conversation short. "Take this to heart. From now on you are all... heroes-in-training!"

She noticed All Might shaking with suppressed laughter at Midoriya's obvious inspiration. He could've been a little more subtle with the design, but the overall look was kinda cute. Like a bunny.

"Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training."

"Sir!" Iida raised his hand. "This is the fake city from our entrance exam. Does that mean that we'll be conducting urban battles again?"

Again with the entrance exam, Sana sighed. Recommended students are really at a disadvantage here, huh?

"Not quite." The Pro held up two fingers. "I'm going to move you two steps ahead. Most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run‐ins with the most dastardly evildoers take place indoors. Think about it. Backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows." Makes sense, Sana nodded along. The less eyes on you, the more you can get away with. "For this training exercise, you'll be split into teams of good guys and bad guys and fight two‐on‐two indoor battles."

"Isn't this a little advanced?" Tsuyu asked.

"The best training is what you get on the battlefield!" All Might answered. "But remember, you can't just punch a robot this time. You're dealing with actual people now."

"Sir, will you be the one deciding who wins?"

"How much can we hurt the other team?" Of course he would ask that, Sana rolled her eyes.

"Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled like earlier?"

"Will you be splitting us up based on chance or comparative skill?"

"I wasn't finished talking!" All Might quickly grew flustered with all their questions. He pulled out his notecards and began to read off the rules of today's exercise. "Listen up. The situation is this; the villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that, the good guys either have to catch the evildoers or recover the weapon. Likewise, the bad guys succeed if they protect their payload or capture the heroes."

The hero held up a box. "Time's limited, and we'll choose teams by drawing lots!"

"Isn't there a better way?" Iida was doubtful.

"Think about it! Pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot, so maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here." Midoriya pointed out the functionality of using this method to pick teams.

"Yes, I see." The speedster realized. "Life is a random series of events. Excuse my rudeness."

"No sweat." All Might assured the teen. "Let's draw!" Each student went up and drew their lots one by one.

Not Shoto, not Shoto, not Shoto. Sana chanted as she placed her hand inside the box. Under normal circumstances, the two made a great team. But she wasn't sure how things would go if they were to be partnered up now. Their dynamic had changed... and not necessarily for the better.

Team I, she read. Glancing around, she eventually found her partner for the day. It was a hard task seeing as the girl was completely invisible except for the pair of gloves and boots she was wearing to indicate her presence. Hagakure, she remembered from lunch. That's her name.

"I declare that the first teams to fight will be... these guys!" All Might held up two balls. "Team A will be the heroes, Team D will be the villains." Looking at the named groups, Sana nearly choked on air.

Bakugou vs Midoriya.

Well, it was nice knowing you, Midoriya. You will be remembered fondly.

"Everyone else can head to the monitoring room to watch!"

As the rest of the class followed behind the massive hero, Sana hesitated, wanting to say something first. "Hey," she turned to the glowering blonde beside her, his ruby eyes locked in on his target. A determined-looking Midoriya met his gaze head on. "Bakugou."

"What?" He growled, refusing to look her way.

"I know it's none of my business, but the two of you seem to have a history." Sana spoke carefully. Bakugou wasn't the easiest person to talk to, especially when he was worked up about something (that something usually being Midoriya). And though he may not like what she has to say, it was something she felt he needed to hear.

"You're right," Bakugou grunted. "It's not."

Sana's eyes narrowed, her arms crossing over her chest defensively. "Whatever your problems with each other are," she continued. "You need to let it go, at least for the duration of the exercise."

Otherwise someone is going to get hurt. She knew from their expressions that both boys were taking this mock battle much too seriously. Idiots. Can't they put aside their issues for fifteen minutes?

"What the hell would you know?! You're just as weak and pathetic as he is!"

She took a step back, her eyes lacking their usual warmth. "Maybe I am," her voice was soft, but with a slight edge to it. Her expression was deadly calm. It gave her a sick satisfying to see his eyes widen if only a fraction. "But I'd rather be like him," she pointed her finger at the greenette watching them in confusion. "Than like you," she shoved that same finger into his firm chest. "Any day. Putting others down to make yourself feel better..."

Her father came to mind, then Enji; images of the two men looming behind the young blonde.

"That is pathetic."

The blonde's fists clenched at his sides. Sana turned on her heel, her pastel hair almost smacking him in the face had he not jerked his head back.

Stupid girl, he growled internally, stomping into the building to hide the weapon and start the exercise. Siding with that shitty nerd. I'll show everyone who's really pathetic.

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[jihyocentric]

lumi idk if it was ever discussed what sport momo plays in the mohyo pregnancy au but i saw this video on tiktok and it got me thinking abt jihyo bringing their kid (when they’re old enough) to momo’s practices/games

https://www.tiktok.com/@macloversss/video/7343834946206846251?_t=8lG7tNBuYt1&_r=1

the tiktok is adorable 😭 before answering the question, i've been thinking about the baby's name and i came to the conclusion that it will be 'moka'. both because i fell in love with illit's moka and because she has a cute nose mole like momo's but it's closer to the center of her nose like jihyo's. she's also japanese and her name has a 'mo'... idc that's mohyo's baby in my mind from now on just like yuna is nahyo's (big eyes + bunny teeth).

i like the idea of momo being a volleyball player! i think she's into sports in general, but she probably only plays volleyball competitively. she's a little clumsy, but she never misses the ball! that's why she's still in her uni's main team. just because i know there might be questions about this, sana isn't into sports. in fact, she's probably majoring something entirely different than momo is.

and i totally see jihyo taking the baby to momo's practices. the baby being passed between aunties is so cute to think abt 😭 she'd probably love the attention and be a total opposite to domestic nahyo's jisoo in that matter, which can be a problem because even the people jihyo doesn't particularly like for whatever reason (maybe they're too close to momo or something like that) moka will want to interact with.

jihyo would be probably be a little reluctant on bringing moka to the actual games — there's too much noise there, too many people and it might be stressing for even a grown kid. but once she gives in and takes moka to a game, she'll realize moka does not care at all about the loud cheering. moka's only focus would be momo, and she'd keep asking 'is mama winning?'. she'd also be the cutest wearing the same shirt momo wears 🥺 (in a considerably smaller size of course!)

#anon #asks #how should i tag that au..