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my celebrity crush

minatozaki sana x fem!reader // fluff, smut

you are so gay.

as if there has ever been any doubt about that.

the photo on the screen of your phone is just further unnecessary proof of that fact. you try telling yourself that you’re just appreciative of an expensive matching lingerie set but the truth is that you’re halfway in love with the gorgeous model and the voluptuous curves that the lace frames.

besides, you might as well appreciate the latest photograph that underwear model minatozaki sana has posted to her instagram account — it’s been shared to be looked at, though perhaps not with the kind of meticulous attention that you use to admire every pixel of the frame.

there’s no question about it, minatozaki sana is gorgeous. anybody with a working pair of eyes can see that. that she was placed upon this earth specifically to model underwear, you have no doubt. but sometimes you wonder whether sana’s existence has a secondary purpose — to torture you with those pretty brown eyes and her smiling lips and each flash of delicious skin.

“you’re so gay.”

tzuyu’s comment, while undeniably true, is the unwelcome gravity that sends your thoughts plummeting back to reality.

“she’s so pretty,” you whine, staring mournfully at the picture for a few seconds, before you continue scrolling down your instagram feed.

“yeah, because you were definitely admiring her face,” tzuyu comments drily, giving you a knowing stare. she nudges you with her elbow, then gestures at the drinking game that you’ve been ignoring in favor of drooling over an unattainable model. “come on, it’s your turn.”

you reach into the center of the circle and flip over a playing card, before pointing across at dahyun and gesturing for her to take a drink.

“trust you to fall for a girl who’s famous,” tzuyu says, when the game has moved onto your other side.

“i haven’t fallen for her,” you pout. “i’m just appreciative of her work.”

“you get a notification whenever she posts a new photo,” tzuyu reminds you. “i don’t even do that for the people that i’m dating. you’ve got it bad.”

you scroll back up to look at sana’s picture once more, and your heart twists painfully in your chest at the smoldering gaze that sana gives the camera. finally deciding to stop torturing yourself with daydreams about what will never be, you lock your phone and slide it into your pocket, then gesture to the half-empty bottle of vodka on the floor between yourself and tzuyu.

“i need a stronger drink.”

///

you’ve got a nice o’clock class in the morning, yet you still allow tzuyu to ply you with a generous amount of vodka, still allow yourself to be drawn in by the increasingly raucous drinking games, still allow yourself to be dragged out into town to continue your night at a club when you promised yourself earlier that you would only have two drinks and then be in bed by eleven.

it’s a dangerous game to play, but once you become aware that you’re way drunker than you planned to be, you decide to embrace it and order the next round of shots — tequila this time —much to the delight of your friends.

your mind’s fuzzy as you stumble away from the dance floor and down a dark hallway with unpleasantly sticky floors towards the women’s bathroom. there’s a queue lining up outside, a string of drunk girls complimenting each other’s dresses and catching loudly over the thump of music as they wait for one of the stalls to free up and you join the back of it, fishing your phone out of the pocket of your pants to pass the time.

when you unlock your screen, it’s still open on the instagram post from earlier, and your eyes pop out of your head once more as they’re greeted by the sight of minatozaki sana’s lace-clad body. the sight knocks the air out of your lungs, and you feel giddy. (it might be the alcohol, but you’re pretty sure that this photo really isn't helping the matter.) you feel as though you could stare at this photo all week, that sana’s sultry brown eyes and the expanse of creamy skin on display could keep you sustained better than the food and oxygen that science says your body needs to survive.

tzuyu’s words from earlier ring in your mind. trust you to fall for a girl who’s famous. end despite your earlier denial, you know now that it’s true. you’ve never been this addicted to a girl in real life, never felt like your life would be incomplete without somebody. and its fucking ridiculous because minatozaki sana’s a famous model, and you’re just an insignificant speck in sana’s extensive follower list. you might dream of an alternate universe in which a chance encounter with the model leads to a fulfilling relationship and a fairytale happy ending, but the reality means that this will never actually happen.

which is why what you do next is so easy.

it’s almost certainly the alcohol that pushes you to start typing out a comment on sana’s photo, fueling the resentful part of your mind that’s reminding you that sana’s not the only incontestably gorgeous, but that as a famous model she would never even glance twice at somebody like you, pushing your thumbs to tap away at the keyboard on the screen of your phone before your brain has the chance to catch up.

“nice underwear, bet it would look better on my bedroom floor...”

the line moves forward just as you tap send, and you slip your phone back into your pocket and forget about the comment entirely.

///

when you’re finished in the bathroom, you return to the dancefloor with a clear conscience and a renewed enthusiasm for having a good time. you dance with tzuyu, shimmying your hips and waving your arms around above your head in ways that would bring you great shame if you weren’t impaired by the buzz of too many units of alcohol. as it is, you dance like you don’t give a fuck — and you don't.

that is, until your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you take it out while continuing a half-dance kind of thing, startling yourself with the bright glare of the screen as you unlock it in the darkened nightclub. you turn down the brightness, then look for the cause of the vibration — an instagram notification telling you that somebody has sent you a private message — and read the words on the screen.

“nice face, bet it would look better between my legs...”

you read the sender’s name once, twice, three times before it registers that it reads minatozaki sana — your celebrity crush minatozaki sana — and it is only after that the contents of message itself hits you.

and you nearly drop your phone.

no way.

no fucking way.

you read it all again, read your own shame-inducing comment that you barely remember typing earlier in the night and then read sana's private response. and it just doesn't make any sense. sana’s making fun of you, she has to be. you’ve made an unwanted and inappropriate sexual comment on a stranger's photo and sana’s calling you out for it.

you have to believe that’s true because the alternative is that sana’s message is genuine, and that is far too much for your alcohol-fogged brain to handle.

there is no way that sana would be interested in somebody like you.

you’re a firm believer that the multiverse theory is entirely plausible, but you cannot comprehend that there could be a single universe in which you get hit on by somebody as completely out of your league as minatozaki sana.

especially not in this universe.

especially not after the awful comment that you sent.

you wish that you could rewind time. it's stupid, to be completely honest, because you've spent months dreaming up impossible scenarios in which sana notices you amongst the thousands of fans, but now that the day has finally arrived, you don't think you've ever been this mortified in your life.

you need to be sober. you also need to rectify this situation as soon as possible, and because sobriety seems to be several hours and a few pints of cold water away, you settle for working on the latter.

"i'm so sorry! i've been drinking and i don't know what i was thinking when i wrote that! i promise i'm not a creep!"

it's word vomit in written form, but you aren't capable of typing out anything more articulate in your current state and you're at least grateful that the message contains no spelling errors. you hit send and push the phone back into your pocket, as if putting the whole thing out of sight will wipe it from your mind.

if only the world worked in that way.

“what’s wrong?” tzuyu bellows into your ear from just a few inches away, and despite the proximity, her words are still almost drowned out by the thump of the bass.

you try to act normal, realizing quickly that ‘normal’ behavior is a lot harder to pull off when you’re thinking about it, and just shrug, before answering, “just not feeling it anymore. i’ve drunk too much.”

“we can go if you like,” tzuyu replies. “i’m pretty much done for the night too.”

your phone goes off again in your pocket, and you try not to be too eager in taking it out, just in case tzuyu notices your strange behavior and probes further.

“why don’t you enjoy the rest of your night, and we’ll see if you’re still interested when you’re sober tomorrow?”

you frown down at the screen, because the words don't entirely make sense and you don't know if that's your fault or sana's fault or the alcohol's or some fiendish combination of all three.

“interested in what?”

you press send and sana’s next message comes back almost immediately, and you can’t help but picture sana somewhere with her phone in her hand, waiting for your message so that she can reply straight away. (sana’s scantily clad in this scenario, and draped across a bed, because apparently your mind enjoys straying to inappropriate places after too many shots, and oh boy, if your mouth wasn’t dry before then it certainly is now.)

“in seeing my underwear on your bedroom floor.”

you lock the screen of your phone in panic, lest anybody around you happen to see the conversation with sana and put it away as you lean towards tzuyu and say, “yeah, let’s get of here.”

///

when you wake up, the only thing to hit you before the hangover is the shame.

you remember everything. well, there are clear gaps in your memory — you don’t remember the journey to the nightclub, nor getting food on the way back home even though there’s an open pizza box with two and a half uneaten slices lying in plain sight on your bedroom floor, nor the exact set of circumstances that led you going out on a night that you’d promise yourself you would stay in. but you remember everything about minatozaki sana, about the obscene comment you posted on sana’s photo, about the inexplicably propositional message that you received in response.

and you’re mortified.

you unlock your phone with the greatest reluctance, because you're hoping that there’s a tiny chance you drank so much last night that the entire thing was merely a dreamed-up product of your own alcohol-addled mind but nope, the messages from sana are most definitely glaring up at you, which means that you did the unspeakable and pretty much sexually-assaulted a stranger via an instragram comment.

the third thing that hits you, once you’ve confirmed that last night’s events really did happen, is the realization that you should’ve been in class twenty minutes ago.

you drag yourself out of bed, grateful that you at least had enough sense to change into pajamas when you got home in the early hours of the morning, rather than passing out fully nude, as you’ve done before, and take your phone with you out of your bedroom and into the kitchen where tzuyu sits at the table, chewing on a slice of toast.

“tzuyu, we have a big problem,” you announce.

tzuyu glances up from her plate, an expression of mild surprise on her face before she swallows her mouthful of food and replies, “for the last time, y/n, skipping class because you’re hungover is not the end of the world.”

you feel a bang of sadness for the loss of your unblemished attendance record this year, but then shake yourself out if it when you remember that there are far worse things that you’ve done in the last twenty-four hours than forgetting to set an alarm.

“no, something happened last night,” you explain. when panic flashes across tzuyu’s face, you hold out your phone, which is open on the comment you made on sana's photo last night, and quickly say, “no, nothing like that. look at this.”

tzuyu squints at the screen, mouthing the words of your comment silently as she reads it, before her mouth drops open and she stares up at you with shock in her eyes.

“jesus christ, y/n. that’s not like you at all.”

“i know!” you whine, taking back your phone so that you can open up the message conversation that follows on from your comment. “i’m mortified.”

“i mean,” tzuyu says, taking another bite from her toast and continuing in a muffled voice, “that photo has hundreds of comments. i’m sure she hasn’t seen it.”

“hold on,” you tell her. “i’m not finished.”

you show tzuyu your phone once more, this time open on the surreal conversation with sana, the one that you wouldn’t believe actually happened if you didn’t have the hard physical evidence of it in front of you.

tzuyu’s reaction is predictably astounded.

“what the actual fuck?”

“so, you see it too?” you ask, just to confirm, as tzuyu takes the phone from you to look at the conversation in more detail. “i haven’t just fantasized the entire thing?”

tzuyu frowns down at the screen with an expression of disbelief that matches how you feel, and then answers, “it would appear not.”

the phone in tzuyu’s hands vibrates with a new message, and you lunge forward to snatch it from your best friend, only for tzuyu to use her height advantage against you to keep you the phone to yourself.

“it’s from her!” tzuyu announces gleefully, before she reads out, “‘morning cutie!’ — oh my god, i’m going to be sick already — ‘hope you aren’t too hungover. the offer still stands. i’m in dc for a shoot next week if you’d like to go for a drink?’ holy shit, y/n. she’s serious.”

you finally triumph in taking your phone back, reading over sana’s newest message to find that tzuyu didn't make a word of it up. minatozaki sana, a famous model so gorgeous that you’re certain she could date anybody she wanted, has actually asked you out.

“it’s a joke,” you say aloud, for your own benefit more than for tzuyu. “it has to be. retaliation for the gross comment that i left her. she has to be making fun of me, trying to see if she can trick me into saying yes, before she jumps out and tells me that of course somebody like her would never be interested in somebody like me.”

“okay y/n, this may be news to you — and don’t you dare repeat this conversation to anybody because you know i hate it when people think i can be sincere — but you’re actually kind of hot." when you open your mouth to protest, tzuyu shuts you up with a dismissive wave of your hand and continue, “and i know that girls could be flinging their panties at you and you’d still come up with a completely illogical explanation for why they might still not be interested in you, but it’s not completely unreasonable that minatozaki sana has checked out your instagram account, decided that you’re a hot piece of ass and wants to screw you.”

you chew on your lower lip, because that’s an unlikely story, even though the messages that stare up at you from the screen of your phone seem to support a similar idea.

“look,” tzuyu says, reaching out to rest one hand on your arm, “if you don’t want to then you don’t have to. but just remember that most people would give anything to be asked out by their celebrity crush.”

it hits you then. this is your celebrity crush, the woman that only ever appears in your fantasies. an opportunity like this would never present itself again.

“okay,” you finally concede. “but if i turn up to meet her and find that she’s there with a half dozen police officers waiting to arrest me for sexually harassing her online, then you are paying for my legal fees.”

///

you’re terrified. you’ve been a jittery ball of nerves all afternoon, and now that the minutes until you meet sana are down to the single digits, the pounding of your heart is deafening.

“y/n?”

you’re so nervous that you startle when you hear a voice saying your name, and you jump to your feet when you see sana standing in front of you.

sana is… she’s shorter than you imagined her to be. she’s only fractionally shorter than you, but it still surprises you that this figure you’ve built up in your head to be such a monumental idol in your life doesn’t actually tower over you in reality.

sana seems completely normal too, as if she’s just a regular person, rather than a famous model with hundreds of thousands of online followers. and yeah, of course you knew sana wasn’t going to show up in just a fancy set of lingerie, or wearing a glamorous ball gown, or anything like that, but there’s something about seeing sana wearing a pair of turned up jeans with rips in both knees, a leather jacket, a plaid scarf bundled around her neck, that just grounds the entire situation.

she’s still gorgeous though. you think that sana could have turned up in a pair of sweatpants and with unwashed hair and you would still momentarily forget how to breathe in her presence.

sana’s eyes are browner in real life, and her smile even prettier, and if you weren’t at least fifty percent in love with the model before this moment, then you definitely are now.

“sana?” you choke past the dryness in your throat to finally stop gaping like an idiot and say something. “hi! um, can i get you a drink?”

“sure!” sana answers, unraveling her scarf from around your neck and taking off your jacket, folding both over one arm as you lean on the bar and flag down a bartender. “i’ll have a white wine, please.”

“a white wine and a vodka lime soda, please,” you tell the server behind the bar, reaching into your purse for some change to pay for the drinks.

“you look great, by the way,” sana says, nudging herself into your side as she leans on the bar beside you.

“so, do you,” you say. “i mean, wow.”

you turn to look at sana with the intention of physically acknowledging how good sana looks but find brown eyes much closer than you expect. you falter, intimidated by sana's proximity, and have to look away for your own sanity.

“don’t be ridiculous,” sana dismisses your comment with a wave of the hand, as if she hasn’t just dazzled you with a simple gaze. “i came straight from a shoot so i didn’t even have time to properly get ready.”

the bartender places your drinks on the bar, and you take the opportunity to distract yourself from the heat rising to your cheeks in sana’s presence by reaching out for your purse and counting out the correct change to pay for your drinks. passing the glass of wine over to sana, you pick up your own drink and lead the way over to a small table for two not far from the bar.

“i want to apologize for the comment that i left on your picture,” you say, almost as soon as you both have each taken a seat, desperate to get your apology in early so that you have a chance to redeem yourself and prove to sana that you can be so much more than just a creep from the internet. “i was drunk, and i know that doesn’t excuse anything...”

“don’t worry about it,” sana says, taking a sip from her wine and then placing the glass on the table. “it’s not the first time i’ve seen a comment like that. admittedly, they’re usually from gross teenage boys or pervy old men...”

“i’m incredibly sorry,” you repeat, mortified at being placed in such a category.

“look, i can tell that it’s out of character for you,” sana reassures you. a sly smile quirks her lips, and she adds in a lower voice, “besides, i like a girl who isn’t afraid to say that she wants.”

your mouth goes incredibly dry from the combination of sana’s words and the look that sana gives you in that moment, like she wants to launch herself across the table and do unspeakable things to you regardless of the bar’s other patrons, and you have to reach for your drink to cool yourself down.

“do you do this often?” you dare to ask, almost scared to hear of all the other people sana must’ve invited out for drinks, just like this.

“do what?” sana frowns.

“go out for drinks with fans.”

sana shakes her heads and answers, “actually, this is the first time.”

you almost choke on your drink. you had been expecting sana to say that she does this all the time — she must do this all the time if she's doing it with you — but the reality is a complete surprise.

"then... why me?"

it doesn’t make sense. sana has over ten million followers on instagram, and out of them all, she has chosen you.

“i don’t know,” sana shrugs. “something about you intrigued me. when i saw your comment, i was curious because it came from a woman. and then i looked at your photos and i liked what i saw.”

you feel your cheeks flush when sana confessed to browsing your own instagram account. you use it to post pictures of sunsets and hand-picked flowers and the cat that followed you home from the library last week. nothing that would make a lingerie model swoon.

and yet sana’s still there, sitting in front of you with a drink in her hand that you bought for her.

“what about now?” you dare to ask. “do you still like what you see?”

sana’s gaze slowly lowers, staring at your eyes and then dropping to your lips, where she lingers before her stare slides down the rest of your body, as if she’s checking you out through the table that sits between you both. when sana’s eyes flicker upwards once more to meet yours, she doesn’t answer your question verbally. instead, the way she raises her eyebrows at you, along with the renewed hunger in her eyes, is more than enough of an indication of her thoughts.

“so,” sana eventually drawls, “it took you a great deal of alcohol for you to post that comment, right?” when you nod an affirmative, sana continues, “and how many drinks before you’ll let me take you back to my hotel?”

you glance across at your drink, already half empty from the way that you’ve been sipping at it regularly as a distraction from the mounting arousal that has you clenching your thighs together. your decision is instant, and you reach for the glass, knocking back your head to pour the remainder down your throat.

wincing at the taste of the vodka, slightly stronger at the bottom of the glass than it had been at the top, you put the glass down with a thud and reply, “one’s more than enough.”

sana’s eyes light up in delight and she finishes her own drink in one gulp, before collecting her purse and jacket as she pushes back her chair.

“then let’s get out of here.”

///

if somebody were to ask you at a later date to recount the journey back to sana’s hotel, you would only be able to do it in the vaguest terms. it’s a blur of sana’s hand in yours, and sana’s hand on your waist, and sana’s hands drifting lower so that it's not quite grazing the curve of your denim-clad butt when you both have the privacy of the elevator up to sana’s room.

the two of you talk about... about something. the two of you must do, because the journey isn’t an awkward one, not entirely anyway. you think that you both talk about sana’s current shoot, and your college classes, and other such idle chitchat that happens entirely on autopilot. none of it really registers in your brain, because you’re still completely overwhelmed by the fact that you’ve met your celebrity crush, let alone the fact that said celebrity crush has invited you back to her hotel room for what promises to be the most mind-blowing evening of your entire life to date.

you’re still half-convinced that this whole thing is just a hoax, that sana’s hand seeking out whichever part of your body it can find to hold as you both make your way up to sana’s room is only there to stop you from running, that you both’ll step inside sana’s room to find a television crew armed with cameras and a half dozen confetti cannons ready to jump out and tell you that you’ve been pranked.

because there’s no way that sana actually wants to have sex with you.

but the two of you make it up to the hotel room, and when sana unlocks the door with her key card and ushers you inside, there’s nothing waiting for the two of you except a king size bed that’s equal parts inviting and intimidating.

“can i get you another drink?” sana asks, dropping her purse and jacket onto the floor beside the dresser and opening the door to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room to inspect its contents.

“no,” you answer, deciding that although a little liquid courage would be more than welcome right now, you want to be sound of mind to experience this for whatever it turns out to be. “i...”

“oh,” sana says, shutting the fridge door again and crossing the room to you, her hands seeking out your waist and slowly guiding you back against the wall next to the door. “is there something else you'd rather be doing?”

“i...” you stammer, your throat almost painfully dry, “i have a couple of ideas.”

“yeah?”

you hesitate before you act, searching sana’s face for any possible sign that she doesn’t want you to kiss her, but when you find none, and when sana’s hands tighten on your waist in encouragement, you lift one of your hands to cup sana’s cheek and pull her in for a hot kiss.

despite waiting for you to initiate the kiss, sana takes control as soon as your mouth meets hers. she keep you anchored against the wall with her hands, while her mouth opens and her tongue swipes against the crease of your lips, requesting access that you’re only too happy to give. and you’re grateful that sana’s taking the lead. the entire situation still drips with surrealism, and your brain can’t keep up with the fast pace of the evening's developments.

you’re kissing minatozaki sana. you’re in sana’s hotel room, with sana’s hands low on your hips, and sana’s tongue sweeping into your mouth, and there’s no fucking way that this isn’t just a hyper-realistic dream. except that you’re too aware of each tiny detail for this to be a dream, too aware of the thudding in your ears with each pump of the blood through your veins, too aware of the way that sana’s hands burn through the material of your top, too aware of the ache between your legs as you subconsciously push your hips forward into sana’s as if seeking contact where you so desperately need it.

it has to be real.

almost as if she senses that you need a respite to let your brain catch up with your body, sana pulls back from the kiss, far enough for you to see that sana’s brown irises have almost shrunk entirely behind the black of her blown pupils, before sana’s parted lips descend on your neck, tracing dangerous paths over tendons and fluttering pulses.

it’s still very distracting, the way that sana’s teeth and tongue work at the skin of your neck with no real predictability in their movements, but without the intoxication of sana’s lips on your own, you do manage to remember that there are things you planned to say to sana before things could get to this stage and with your mouth free to speak, you choose now to attempt to vocalize them, if only to give you something else to try and focus on instead of succumbing entirely to your desire.

“i just want to say,” you manage to husk out, impressed with your own ability to string words together in the face of sana’s valiant efforts at making you lose your mind entirely, “i think you’re… you’re a great rolemodel to young girls, a real icon. the campaigning you do for body positivity… and, uh...” you let out a little grunt as sana’s teeth close around a sensitive spot on your neck, and you have to squeeze your eyes shut to regain the composure needed to finish your sentence, “and the lgbt community. you know, bisexual represen—”

“y/n,” sana says, lifting her mouth from your neck and cutting your words off with a disarming arch of her eyebrow, “i would love to hear all this later, but right now i can think of much better things that your mouth could be doing.”

you let out a noise somewhere between a whimper and a groan at the implication of sana’s words, but you get a sudden surge of confidence, sliding your hands under the hem of sana’s top and bunching the fabric upwards.

“can i take this off?”

sana smiles as she detaches her own hands from your hips, allowing just enough space between your bodies for you to lift sana’s top up and over her head.

you don’t know how to cope now that sana isn’t wearing a shirt. it seems silly, because you've seen this sight before — sana’s breasts covered in satin or lace — but before it’s always been part of a carefully constructed photoshoot intended to be shared with millions of other people. this is completely different because it’s a private showing. nobody else but you get to see this view, and knowing that sana wants it to be you and only you seeing her body tonight, is more of a turn on than anything that you’ve ever encountered in your life before.

“shit,” you groan, closing your eyes as arousal throb in your veins.

“your turn,” sana husks. “i want to see you too.”

sana’s hands tug at the hem of your top and you raise your arms above your head, allowing sana to pull the garment up and off, before she drops it on the floor beside her own.

you almost want to fold your arms across your chest, feeling incredibly self-conscious about standing there in your bra in front of a woman who gets paid to be photographed wearing the same amount of clothing on her upper half. you decided earlier today to put on your nicest bra, just in case things escalated this far, but you’re still just a poor college student, and your nicest bra cost about thirty-five dollars, compared to be obviously far more expensive that sana wears.

“fuck, you’re beautiful,” sana exhales appreciatively, stroking the fingers of one hand across your cheek, then down the column of your neck and over your collarbone before her palm comes to rest over your lace-covered breast. “i can’t wait to get you naked.”

you surge forward, pressing your lips against sana’s, and the force of the movement causes sana to stumble backwards, one hand anchoring itself on your waist while the other palms your breast generously.

“bed,” you mumble, between hot kisses full of tongue that swipe messily at each other and teeth that nip at swollen lips, as you attempt to steer sana backwards towards the bed in the middle of the room, something that only becomes more difficult as sana’s thumb and forefinger pinch at an already puckered nipple through the fabric of your bra.

the two of you make it to the bed, somehow, by which time your jeans are caught around your knees and your fumbling hands have propped open the button on the front of sana’s. you kick your jeans off, tossing them on the floor somewhere behind you as you climb on top of sana, disconnecting your lips long enough to help sana tug denim down her own legs.

“come here, gorgeous,” sana says, smirking at you as she lies back on the bed, propped up on her elbows.

you follow sana’s request, crawling up sana’s body with your legs on either side of sana’s hips, your aching center hovering just inches above sana’s lacy panties as you lean down for another kiss. your long hair tumbles over your face, and you have to take a moment to flick it all over one shoulder, before you connect your lips once more and let your hand slide up the smooth skin of sana’s side until it’s resting on the other curve of sana’s lace-clad breast.

“can i?” you mumble against sana’s lips.

“take it off,” sana says, arching her back off the bed so that you can reach your hand underneath sana and unsnap the clasp. “i want your mouth on my breasts.”

you’re only too happy to oblige, undoing the bra with a shaky hand before throwing it to the floor. you don't allow yourself time to think — or time to realize that sana’s now lying topless before you, because that would almost certainly be too much for you to handle — before you descend on sana’s breast, wrapping your lips around a rosy nipple while you send one of your hands up to give sana’s other breast a generous squeeze. you swipe your tongue over the nipple as it puckers and sana’s hand finds the back of your head, tangling into brunette curls to keep your mouth against her breast.

you’re not satisfied with just this though. now that you have a taste of sana’s skin, you want more, you want to put your mouth on every tantalizing inch of sana’s body. you replace your mouth with your other hand, giving attention to the hardened bud with your fingers, while your tongue traces a path down the valley between sana’s breasts and down sana’s stomach.

sana’s body is even more perfect in person than in her pictures, and you get more and more proof of that with each second that you spend worshipping it. sana’s belly has a slight curve to it, unlike the stereotypical stick-thin model, and you make sure to lavish the soft skin with attention. you trace mindless patterns over sana’s stomach with your lips, stopping every so often to place kisses or draw pictures with your tongue. you seek out sensitive spots, reveling each time sana lets out a gasp or arches away when your lips brush over a ticklish area, making sure to return to these places until sana’s a writhing mess beneath you.

the hand on the back of your head grips tighter, then try to push your mouth down further. you smirk against the warm skin of sana’s stomach, knowing exactly where she wants your next destination to be.

but you won’t give in that easily. you lift your mouth from sana’s stomach and settle on your knees between sana’s legs. sana lets out a groan of frustration, but it’s one that dies in her throat when she realizes that your hands have gone to her hips, seeking out the elastic of her underwear to pull the lace down her legs and discard it on the floor.

you’ve been in this situation with girls before, but you don't think you’ve ever wanted it this much. and it’s not just because sana’s famous, or somebody that you’ve been harboring an unrequited crush on for way longer than the other girl has even known of your existence. there’s just something about sana, about the way that her kisses taste like perfection, about the way that you seem to know exactly what to do to elicit each gasp of pleasure from sana despite being a thrumming ball of nerves, that gives you the inexplicable sensation that your life was always supposed to end up in the moment, whether you like it or not.

you definitely like it. there isn’t a question about that. and, judging by the smear of sana’s arousal that coats your stomach when you settle back between sana’s legs, sana likes it too.

minatozaki sana is into you. which is just way too strange for you get your mind around. sana’s so beautiful, both in looks and personality, that she might as well be from another universe, while you’re just... well, you’re just you. you’re nothing special. completely ordinary.

“i need your mouth,” sana begs.

you’re only too happy to oblige. you trail another path down sana’s body, similar to before but with more purpose now. without the scrap of lace covering sana’s center, your destination is in sight, and you waste very little time getting there, only stopping briefly over sana’s breasts and her navel and that sensitive spot just above sana’s left hipbone that you discovered during your earlier exploration, in attempts to drive sana wild.

everything about this situation is incredibly surreal, but you decide the moment that trumps it all is the one when you slide your tongue through sana’s wetness for the first time. you can’t believe you’re here in sana’s hotel room, let alone going down on the woman you admire, but the heady taste of sana’s arousal on your tongue is eerily familiar, yet also different to anything you’ve ever tasted before.

instinct kicks in. no longer is this you and your celebrity crush, this is you and a girl who wants you, a girl who needs you, if the way that sana’s hips cant up into your mouth is anything to go by. sana sends a hand down and tangles it into the hair on the back of your head, keeping your mouth against her while she bucks her hips and gyrates against your mouth.

it’s really fucking hot, is the first thing that crosses your mind. and there’s no second thing, because you lose yourself in it all. sana’s enthusiasm is smearing her arousal all over your chin but you fucking love it, love the way that sana just can’t seem to get enough of your mouth.

“yes, baby,” sana mounts out encouragements between whimpers. “yes!”

you’ve never been called baby before, but you decide that you like it coming from sana’s lips. you double your efforts in response, wrapping your lips around sana’s aching slit and lashing your tongue against it. sana bucks her hips again when you do that, lets out a few more murmured encouragements and a gasped ‘fuck’, and you hum against sana’s center in approval.

you realize that sana’s going to come really fucking soon if you keep this up, and while the thought is an encouraging one, you aren’t quite ready to be done yet. you slow down the ministrations of your tongue, moving away from sana’s sensitive clit to drag lazy paths up and down sana’s folds, while bringing up a hand to spread sana open for you.

“do you want...?” you ask, lifting your mouth from sana’s center as you dip the tip of an exploratory finger into sana’s opening.

“god, yes,” sana groans, lifting her hips off the bed in an attempt to get your mouth back on her. “do what you want, y/n. fuck me. i need... yeah, just like that.”

you go straight in with two fingers, knowing that sana's more than ready for both, and you let out another hum of delight at the sensation of sana clenching deliciously around your digits. you curl your fingers against sana’s front wall, seeking out the erogenous area that you know will drive sana crazy, and you know you're successful when sana’s back arches off the bed and a husky groan erupts from her throat.

“fuck. y/n, just like that.”

you speed up your motions, thrusting two fingers in and out, and lean down against to put your mouth against sana’s center. there’s no pretense anymore, no need for further delay. you need to see sana come for you and you need to see it soon. you swipe your tongue against sana’s folds once, twice, then dive right in, giving sana’s clit the unwavering attention of your lips and tongue while your fingers slowly work sana higher and higher.

“shit, baby. i’m gonna…”

no amount of warning could prepare you for sana’s orgasm. you know it’s been building but it still takes you by surprise, from the way sana’s hips lift off the bed, to the shout of pleasure that escapes her lips. you use your free hand and splay it over sana’s hips, keeping them anchored to the bed, while you use your fingers of the other, still buried in velvety warmth, to coax yet more sounds from sana’s mouth.

sana’s body stutters through the climax, trembling beneath you with unpredictable jerks, and even when you think you’ve drawn the last of sana’s pleasure from her, sana’s body still twitches once more, before she collapses onto the bed with a contended sigh.

you withdraw your fingers and wipe them on your thigh, not minding the sticky mess they leave behind, then crawl up sana’s body.

“did i do okay?” you ask, because even though sana obviously just came for you, you need to know if it was good enough, need to know if you’ve done enough for sana to stick around long enough to return the favor.

sana’s hands pull your head down for a kiss. there’s almost too much tongue, but when you realize that sana is merely tasting herself on your lips, you decide that there can be no such thing as too much tongue, and you let sana’s filthy kiss take control.

“you’re so cute,” sana mumbles against your lips, her mouth turning up into a smile. “way more than okay.”

in a sudden move that takes you by surprise, sana flips you both over and hovers above your body with a predatory smile on her face. she lowers her mouth to your neck, closing her teeth over your pulse point and sucking what is going to turn into a dark mark into the pale skin there, before moving even lower.

“what was it you were saying earlier?” she asks, between kisses that draw a path over the swell of your breasts and down towards your navel. “i believe you used the words ‘feminist icon’. why don’t you tell me a bit more about that while i eat you out?”

your head falls back against the pillow and your hand finds the back of sana’s head. the moan that spills from your throat when sana’s lips close around your clit can probably be heard from the hotel lobby many floors below.

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six months later

you hum a jaunty tune under your breath as you slot your key into the front door of your apartment. you smell like an airplane, and you haven’t eaten all day but none of that matters when you’re still riding the high of a weekend spent in your girlfriend’s bed.

you’ve been dating sana for six months now, and it still feels a little bit like a dream that you’re praying you’ll never wake up from. that night in sana’s hotel room was one of the best of your life, and once the two of you were done exploring each other’s bodies over and over again, the two of you both stayed up talking into the early hours of the morning until you both were too tired to stay awake any longer.

as you push open the front door and drag your small suitcase inside the apartment. you smile to yourself at the memory of that night and the morning that followed. if sana asking you out for a drink was surreal, if sana taking you back to her hotel room and fucking you until you couldn’t remember your own name was surreal, then nothing could have prepared you for sana inviting you along to the second day of her photoshoot the following day, nor the way that sana took you twice in her dressing room during her lunch break, nor the relationship that blossomed from there.

it’s been a really great six months.

“tzuyu?” you call out into the apartment, leaving your suitcase by the door and walking toward your roommate’s bedroom. “you in?”

“yeah!” comes tzuyu’s reply.

you push open the door to tzuyu’s room and find your friend sitting up against the headboard of her bed, her laptop on her thighs, which she moves to the side when she sees you standing in the doorway.

“so, how was your weekend away?” tzuyu asks.

“it was good,” you grin.

‘good’ doesn’t even begin to cover your weekend spent with her, but then none of the other words in the dictionary do either. you don’t think you’re going to be able to stop grinning for days.

“have you been on instagram lately?” tzuyu asks.

“no, why?” you frown, fumbling for your phone in your jacket pocket and opening up the app.

“take a look at your girlfriend’s latest post,” tzuyu tells you, her voice full of glee and eyes lit up with delight.

you scroll down your feed until you find the photo in question and read the caption.

there’s nothing quite like letting your girl take it off you at the end of a long shoot…

your eyes flit up to the picture, a photo of a pair of lacy underwear lying discarded on the floor, and heat rises to your cheeks as you realize that sana must’ve taken the photo while you weren’t paying attention.

the thing is you recognize the underwear. in fact, you remember picking the set out at the mall specifically to wear on this trip to visit sana, and you remember the nerves you felt while putting them on and wondering whether sana would like what she sees, and you remember the satisfaction of sana popping open the clasp of the bra and drawing the lacy panties down your legs with only her teeth.

“shit,” you groan, letting your head fall against tzuyu’s doorframe with a soft thud.

“what?”

“that’s not even a picture of sana’s underwear.”

tzuyu’s shriek of glee is a sound that isn’t going to leave you in a long while.

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residentflamingo · 10 months

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Sleeping Headcanons With Twice

Twice x fem! reader

Requested?: nope 🥰

Warnings: none!

A/N: this is just something to fill the void in before I post the requests. I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten them done yet!! I promise I’m super close to finishing them. I just have to proofread it one more time and It’ll be all good. Thank you, everyone, for your patience! And I just recently got up to 53 followers… Like whaatt? I still can’t believe it. I love all of you so much <3 Enjoy reading! And also check out my other stuff if you would like, it’s very much appreciated ❤️

Nayeon

Nayeon is a soft sleeper

Doesn’t move around much

Has to be close to you while sleeping

She likes to entangle her legs with yours

Sometimes she will snatch all the sheets and covers from you, and you’ll usually have to wake her up and tell her to give them back

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to take all of those sheets from you. Here, let me hold you so I can make you feel all better.” <3

Loves running her fingers over your tummy and rubbing circles around your arms

She would would drool every now and then on her pillow

Makes weird sounds in the middle of night (sometimes you’ll record it and show it to her in the morning, making her annoyed.)

Nayeon looves having a good morning make out session, and being able to flirt with you

Sometimes she’ll get up and before you to make you some coffee, but you usually wake up before she does

Jeongyeon

A very stiff sleeper

Protective even when sleeping

Before she falls asleep, she likes to watch you fall asleep first to make sure you’re safe and sound

She likes you laying on top of her so she can hug you, and make sure you feel protected

Rubs your back so you feel comfy

Always the last one to wake up

Sometimes when she wakes up first, she likes to watch you sleep for a little bit before she fully gets up

It’s almost impossible to get her out of bed

She’ll whine and say “Nooo I don’t wanna get out of bed. I wanna lay here with you forever.”

But if it’s cleaning day… oh boy she’ll already be up early in the morning, ready to have a productive day

Momo

A deep sleeper

Barely ever moves

She’s a dog mom, so random noises in the middle of the night don’t really wake her up

While sleeping, she likes to face you while laying on her side

If she has a bad day, she doesn’t mind being the little spoon and resting her head on your chest

But usually prefers to be as close to you as possible and being the big spoon

Loves to squeeze your thighs and run her fingers over your soft skin

Clingy asf

“Come here jagiyaa, let me hold you.” T-T

If you get up in the middle of the night and get something, she will definitely trail behind you and try to see what you’re doing

In the morning when you guys both wake up, she gets very affectionate and gives you kisses all over your face (sometimes leads into a make out session and even more after that ;)

Sana

Sana is a light sleeper

She will move around here and there, and wakes up easily if she hears a sound

Likes to tell you about her day and how excited she was to see onces before she goes to sleep

She sleep walks a lot too, so you have to be vigilant to make sure she doesn’t get too far

When it’s storming outside, she gets scared from the thunder and can’t fall asleep until you cuddle her

“Jagiya can you cuddle me? It’s storming outside again…”

But like Momo, she gets very affectionate

Loves kissing the tip of your nose and making you blush

Gives you eskimo kisses 🥰

When she wakes up, she loves to watch you sleep too, but sometimes she wakes you up on accident because you can hear her giggling

Sometimes she likes to get up and surprise you with an already made cup of coffee, but you’re usually the one that does that for her

Jihyo

Both a light and deep sleeper

When she’s stressed it takes her it takes her a while to fall asleep

So like Jeongyeon, she likes to watch you fall asleep before she does to make sure you’re safe

Seeing the slow rise and fall of your chest is so comforting to her

Loves to have deep conversations about life before the both of you fall asleep

Sometimes likes to turn over on the other side, so she can have her own space every now and then

But most of the time she usually insists on being close to you and being the big spoon

But in the morning… oh god it’s gonna be impossible to get her off of you (not that you would want her to anyways.)

She will give you little kisses on your jaw and cheeks

Tells you how beautiful you are and how lucky she is to have you

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Mina

She is a very peaceful sleeper

Once she’s in bed she’s out like a light

This girl is so precious omfg

She would have to be hugging you at all times while sleeping

Loves to hear the slow rhythm of your breathing

Likes to squeeze your waist and rub your tummy

Gives you little gentle kisses

In the morning when she wakes up, she likes to watch you sleep, and carefully studies every feature on your face

Sometimes she likes to trace your jaw; there’s not really any reason for it, she just thinks you’re so beautiful

If you refuse to wake up, she giggles and gives you a peck on your lips to try and convince you to wake you up

Dahyun

A very light sleeper

Moves around a lot when she’s sleeping

Has her legs and arms all spread out like a starfish

She snores every once in a while, but not very loud

Before she falls asleep, you like to squeeze her cheeks and call her “Sleepy Dubu” with your lips pursed out

She gets so annoyed, but deep down she loves it

Sometimes talks in her sleep too

Loves to hold your hand before falling asleep + kissing your hand in the morning when she wakes up 🥺

When she wakes up at the same time as you, she looks at you for a long time before giving you long sweet kiss

She can’t help that she’s so in love with you

Takes advantage of you when your stretching so she can tickle you and hear you giggle

Chaeyoung

A pretty neutral sleeper

Doesn’t move around at all

She tries to say “I love you” but always falls asleep right in the middle of saying it

You tease her about a lot in the morning and call her a precious baby

She always loooves to be the little spoon

Loves laying on top of you and hearing your resting heartbeat

She likes her head to be pet or your fingers running through her hair

Gets shy when you trace her tattoos with your fingertips

Kisses your neck in the morning to wake you up, and you get to hear her morning voice, “Good morning Jagiya.” 😵‍💫 + her laughing when your neck turns red from embarrassment

Likes to have small conversations with you before starting the day out

Tzuyu

A pretty neutral sleeper like Chaeyoung

She likes to hug you from behind, so you don’t get jump scared from her eyes being opened while she’s sleeping

Sometimes she likes to squeeze the little muscles on your arms, when she thinks you can’t feel it (but in reality you can, you just don’t have the heart to tell her that you know.)

Traces little shapes on your back and arms

Loves playing with your hair

Kisses the back of your head before falling asleep & whispers “I love you forever and always jagiya.” T-T

When you try to get up in the middle of the night, she’ll squeeze you and say “Don’t goo…”

It’s so cute when she does it too

Always the first one to wake up

She likes to take funny pictures of you while you’re sleeping to show you later on in the day 😂

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momotorin · 10 months

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make up — sana one shot

heyo! i'm back!!

sana x fem reader, fluff and smut, non idol! sana

with years of being married with your gorgeous wife, this is the first time you've seen her in such a light so alluring; bringing you in its vast warmth that it crawls to your skin as you feel, phantom in thought, her fingertips brushing on your cheek.

you had a long night— coming home from work, running into some problem with your car, the mechanic losing a part for the chassis; then the next thing you know? it's 3am, the lights are off and your wife is sound asleep as you made your way to bed. you feel guilty leaving her in such an uneasy state of worry on where you are, where you could've been, who you were with, even though she repeated many times on the phone that she understands that you just became very unlucky all of a sudden.you crawled your way to the bed, kicking off your leather red oxfords, still on your office clothes, and you pressed a kiss on your wife's crown.

she hummed as you pulled her close, shifted so she could see your face. she felt so guilty for letting you have this day on your own. and it's morning.

the daylight seeps into your closed eyelids in flesh red, and you open your eyes to see that you left yourself in such an uptight pajama, with your white dress shirt literally tucked out of your black slacks from all the moving. you noticed that your tie was gone, and sana is nowhere to be found.

so, you stood up, carried yourself to the bathroom sink and put a splash of water on your face to make yourself feel a little alive. the cold, crisp, clean water knocked your nerves to consciousness.

then, you went and opened your phone to see that it was a saturday. last night was a friday night, which you remember as you should've had dinner at wolfgang's with sana. well, fuck. you also see that it's already 11am, a little way past the half of it, so technically, it's almost noon.

"honey," you called out as you made way off your shared room. you found her, hogged up in a corner of your sofa, watching some variety show. "there you are."

"hey," she says as you filled the empty spot beside her. she removes the suede pillow in between you two, and she hogged up herself to you instead, slinking her arms around your shoulders as she lays her head on your shoulder. "i missed you. tough night, my love?"

"oh, you wouldn't hear the end of it if you listen." you chuckle. even just remembering the ridiculous circumstances of you being stuck in the osaka traffic made your head hurt.

she whispers, "we have the whole day to us."

"well, if you insist," you sigh, eyes closed as you removed her arms on your shoulders and put it on level as yours to make her much comfortable. you opened your eyes, starting to gather thoughts on how'd you tell her about your night. "but, you first. what did you do when i was away?"

she looked at you, obviously stunned that you found your way, yet again, of not answering her question first. "okay," she sighs. "if you wanna play that way."

"please?" you plead with your lower lip being out, tugging at her hand ever so lightly. she deeply sighs at defeat, "so, while you were away, i just answered your calls. i knew it was urgent, and found out that it's really one of those nights. of course, i missed you still, and i'm sad that we missed our date."

"i'm so s-"

"don't be," she chuckled. "you did your best to assure me where you are, and i'm really glad that you're the one who always calls to update me. i love that. i love you."

you place a peck on her lips, "i love you more."

"don't even get me started on that," she said. "okay, now, you shoot. what happened last night?"

"alright," you sighed, crossing your legs as you further melted to the sofa and to sana's touch. "you know how newspapers get published early morning?"

"yeah, you literally took me there to the printing," she said, pulling you closer to her and now you're fully leaning onto her. "but okay, go."

"there was this priority article we needed to make, it was about the ministry of finance, and i absolutely hate it when i'm the one assigned to it because they know that i suck at it," you chuckled, and sana just looks at you with concern as she passes her hands through your scalp.

"but i finished it, 10pm, before the printing of today's newspaper. so, i called you then, saying sorry that i missed our date and promised you that i'll be home before you sleep so we could sleep together. but that didn't happen because," you chuckled sarcastically, putting a hand on your forehead as your eyebrows come to a crease.

"it was fucking traffic. everywhere. i don't know why, i was just stuck in there on the way home and when i finally sped up when the road cleared, one of the oil pipes were slashed by a sharp object on the road. and the next mechanic stop was a kilometre away, so my oil was leaking everywhere when i got there."

you noticed that her hand made its way to your waist, then you interlocked it with yours and you brushed your thumb along her every knuckle. "and i called you again, 12am, telling you that. i was so tired, i slept at the benches when waiting for the car to be fixed. so i drove home, it was already 2:30am, and i didn't even have a soul. i'm just glad that i went home, you were already sleeping, and i almost cried because i was so guilty of missing a friday night with you."

"i told you, don't be," she assures. "that's so bad. i imagined it happening to me, and i realized that you'd understand what i've gone through too, so, it's not an afterthought that i'd be the same. but, i really did miss you, though."

you sigh, flipping on your stomach and now you're facing sana, your head now on her chest as you wrap your arms around her waist. "sorry, love," you said, closing your eyes and basking yourself in the warmth of sana. "i missed you a lot too," you looked up to her and meet her honey brown eyes. "how do i make it up to you?"

you trail your sight down to the crevices of her collarbones, realizing that she has your tie on. loose, pulled, and she's in her silk red pajama top.

you never thought that you'd be more stunned than you already are, but you shift, now sitting upright to observe the glory that's contained in the light of your wife.

"god," you say. "you know you're going to be the death of me one day, don't you?"

she hums, smiling, as she holds your hand to guide you into holding your black tie on her neck. "pull," she says, voice deep, commanding.

you do exactly how she wants, and you heard her slip a sweet moan. "maybe," she says, pushing you down the couch and now she has both of her thighs straddling yours. "do me?"

jesus fucking christ.

you pull her by the tie, sealing her lips with yours in fervor as you melt into the leather of the sofa. you trail your kisses to her neck, as her hands made her way to your shoulders and your scalp, brushing ever so lightly that it makes you want to have more.

she yields with a mantra of your name, sweet and full of breath, "baby," she moaned out, pulling you off from your trance. "do you really wanna do it? i mean you haven't had breakfast and i'm sure yo-"

you pulled her by the tie, again, kissing her, "shut up," you said, now lifting her up from the sofa and you made your way to your room. "you know you're my favorite meal, don't you?"

she giggles as you carefully put her down the bed, still looking at you with eyes hooded, filled with want. you observe her as you hovered above her, she was already rubbing her legs, relieving some tension in between her thighs.

her hands fiddled with your collar, and slowly removed each button until you could put your dress shirt out and on the floor. "you really want me, huh," you said, kissing her once again, a little longer as you also removed her silk top.

lace on her milky white skin makes you want to mark it up with purple from your lips, and as you do, her mantras of your name drip onto yours like honey.

you slithered your hands to the clasp of her bra, her chest being revealed to you on it's very bare form. you pull away, repositioning yourself below her, and now she's straddling you; half naked, on top of you with want. "you look beautiful, baby."

she moans once again, now kissing you, going to trail to your neck. she nips, she bites, and you just wanted her to do that forever. you want her to mark you up as she owns you. you let out a breath, "sana, honey," you said, and she stops to look at you. "i wanna do you."

"well," she said, flipping you two over again, now shes under you. "if you wish so."

you smiled, now moaning as you trailed kisses to her taut tummy, then to the waistband of her shorts. "may i?" you asked, hands on her hips, tickling her a little as she nodded.

you unwrapped the cloth carefully, sliding it off her legs, and you see black lace again, now between her thighs, covering the surface where she wants you most. she was leaking through it, "baby, you're so wet." she moans as you removed her panties, the string of her arousal coming out of it too as she really was leaking with need.

you teased, trailing sweet kisses to her thighs and she moans, later whimpers to a plead that wants you more. "love, please."

you look up at her, hands on your hair already as she pushed her hips to your face. without another word, you dove into her folds, the sweet and tangy taste you've known hits your mouth as she moans your name loud that you're afraid the walls can't keep it.

you continued on, licking lightly on her clit as she positioned her legs on both sides of your head, and you caress her thighs with your hands.

you alternate between licking her and putting your tongue in her hole to gather her sweetness.

you lightly opened her thighs, now removing yourself from her cunt, taking in the view of her blissed out state. "god, you're so beautiful like this," you teased, your index finger circling the wet hole to tease. she whines, holding your wrist. "do you want me go put it in?"

she hums, and you insert your digits in her velvety walls, feeling her in the most raw way you two could imagine.

she jolts up, pleasure getting into her as you curl your finger as you thrusted. she opened her legs wider, allowing access for a deeper spot she never knew until now. you pulled your finger out, gathered a couple of liquid to your hands as you circled her clit, and you insert two fingers in her, motion in and out, curling lightly upwards to hit her spot.

she moans, loud, wonton, as she breaths, "don't stop."

then you lean down, licking her engorged clit, swollen as your tongue makes contact. her hand immediately flew to your head as you made figure eights on it, and she's now grinding her hips on your face.

you feel her walls close up on you, wetness dripping more as you thrust in and out. "please," she moaned out. "i'm going to cum."

you just hummed and fastened your pace on her; your fingers moving in and out of her hole, and your tongue making kitten licks on her clit.

"fuck!" she screams out, gush coming out of her as you continued to lick on her clit. she gyrates her hips forward, letting you lap over the remaining cum off her cunt. "fuck," she breathed out, now caressing your cheeks as you made your way up to kiss her lips once more.

she loves it when she tastes her arousal on your mouth, something with a mix of sin and sincerity. "i love you."

you hummed, pulling her body to yours; putting your head on her still bare chest. "i love you too."

she puts away strands of your hair away from your face, kissing your forehead. "should i return the favor, love?"

"no, sana, i'm fine," you chuckled, slithering your arms around her waist, keeping her clasped around you. you two heard a shocking rumble from your stomach. "and i'm hungry."

"i told you i won't make you full!"

"no, no," you put a chaste kiss on her lips. "you're plenty already. i'm very full and i love it so much."

"don't be such a dick," she sits up, pulling you up with her hands as she stood up. "let's go shower so that we could actually make up for the date part," you said, trailing behind her as she went inside the shower. "and no funny business, please."

turns out that she broke her own rule as she ate you out before going out of the shower.

"so, should we order pizza instead?" she asks, phone already in her hand with the food delivery app open.

you chuckled as you dried your hair, "anything's fine."

"so, hawaiian?"

"no," you said, blankly staring at her. "absolutely not."

"i thought anything?"

"anything but hawaiian."

"okay," she takes a note of it. "so, broccoli then?"

"what?" you said. "really? on pizza? too?"

"what, like it's a bad idea that we'd tr-"

"sana, love," you said, now sitting with her as you're already pampered up and in your lounge clothes. "let's not fight over this. we know it's pepperoni that we want."

she hums, agreeing and feeling defeated as she was actually trying to prank you. "mozzarella sticks; 6 piece chicken, buffalo wings flavored; and iced tea."

you placed a kiss on her lips again, "yup, great," you giggled as sana puts you in a big hug as you melt into your sheets. you heard your stomach grumble once again. "oh, it's roaring."

sana lets you lay on her chest as you two laughed, "but i make you full, right?" she asked, rhetorically. "eat me out till the food comes?"

"sana!"

#twice imagines #twice #twice sana #twice sana x reader #twice smut #twice fluff #twice scenarios #sana #sana x reader #sana smut #minatozaki sana

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cherubiyeon · 8 months

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Can I request? Maybe something that involves married life with TWICE Sana. If it's alright, maybe for gender neutral reader? Also, love your works. Keep up the work, dudette. Your one of my favorite writers here haha.

calico skies | twice minatozaki sana x gender neutral reader

chamomile tea and bread, you and your wife, underneath the calico skies, after work.

✩ warnings. just fluff, you're married to sana, mentions of food

✩ word count. ~1.7k words

✩ playing. calico skies [paul mccartney]

✩ notes. HAHA this is so short sorry anon but tysm!! btw requests r open feel free to request!! i appreciate requests !! <3

y/n trudged wearily through the front door of their cozy apartment, the weight of the day's work clinging to every step. the apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of lamps casting warm, inviting pockets of light. the scent of something delicious wafted through the air, a familiar comfort that made the exhaustion in y/n's bones ebb away just a bit.

"hey, you're back!" sana's voice, tinged with excitement, reached y/n's ears even before she came into view. y/n turned towards the living room, a tired smile forming on their lips as they saw sana standing there, her eyes bright and a grin that could light up the whole room.

sana's arms opened wide, and without hesitation, y/n found themselves enveloped in a warm, tight hug. the embrace felt like a soothing balm to y/n's weary soul, a reminder that they were home, truly home. y/n wrapped their arms around sana in return, burying their face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent.

"missed you," sana murmured, her voice a gentle whisper that sent shivers down y/n's spine.

"missed you too," y/n mumbled back, their voice muffled against sana's skin. it was a simple exchange, but it held a depth of emotion that words alone couldn't convey.

sana's grip on y/n loosened, but her touch remained, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on y/n's back. then, with a soft chuckle, she pulled back slightly, her gaze meeting y/n's with unspoken affection.

"rough day?" sana asked, her brows furrowing with concern.

y/n let out a tired sigh, a mixture of frustration and relief escaping with the breath. "yeah, you could say that."

sana's fingers brushed a strand of hair away from y/n's forehead, her touch gentle and soothing. "well, good news is, i've got something that might help."

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "oh, really? and what might that be?"

with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, sana leaned in, her lips brushing against y/n's ear. "a magic remedy called 'sana's hug and kiss therapy.'"

y/n couldn't help but chuckle, the heaviness of the day slowly dissipating as sana's playful spirit worked its charm. "oh, is that a new medical breakthrough?"

sana grinned, her expression infectious. "absolutely. doctor's orders."

before y/n could react, sana's lips found theirs in a soft, lingering kiss. it was a kiss that held the promise of comfort, of home, and of shared moments that could chase away even the darkest of days. y/n's eyes fluttered closed, their arms instinctively winding around sana's waist, pulling her closer.

when the kiss finally broke, y/n's lips curved into a genuine smile. "i think i'm already feeling better."

sana's laughter was a melody that filled the room. "see? miracle cure."

y/n pressed their forehead against sana's, their eyes meeting in an unspoken exchange that spoke volumes. "you have no idea how much i needed this."

sana's fingers threaded through y/n's hair, her touch tender and full of love. "well, lucky for you, i'm here to provide all the hugs and kisses you need."

with a soft chuckle, y/n nuzzled their nose against sana's, a playful glint in their eyes. "do you offer a money-back guarantee?"

sana's response was a gentle peck on y/n's lips, her smile soft and full of adoration. "no refunds necessary. just a lifetime supply of love."

y/n's fingers brushed a strand of hair away from sana's face, their touch feather-light. "well, then i'm definitely getting the better end of this deal."

sana's laughter was a melodic sound that filled the room, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "you're always trying to find loopholes, aren't you?"

"hey, it's my job as the 'skeptical one' in this relationship," y/n teased, their tone affectionate.

sana's fingers trailed down y/n's arm in a slow, soothing caress. "and i'm the 'hopeless romantic' who's here to prove you wrong."

y/n's lips curved into a soft smile, their gaze locked onto sana's. "you're doing a pretty good job so far."

sana's grin was tender, her voice a gentle whisper. "well, there's a lot more where that came from."

as their eyes met in a lingering exchange, the unspoken words hung in the air like a promise—one that needed no formal declaration to hold its weight.

a contented sigh escaped y/n's lips, the earlier weariness now replaced by a sense of calm and belonging. "you know, i'm starting to think that 'sana's hug and kiss therapy' might just be the best remedy in the world."

sana's fingers intertwined with y/n's, their touch warm and reassuring. "it's a patented treatment, only available to a select few."

y/n leaned in, their lips brushing against sana's ear. "lucky me, then?"

sana's laughter was a soft, joyful sound, and she pressed a gentle kiss to y/n's temple. "lucky you."

after a few more moments wrapped in each other's arms, sana reluctantly pulled away, a playful pout forming on her lips. "as much as i'd love to keep you here forever, i have a special surprise for you."

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "a surprise? now you've got me curious."

sana's grin held a touch of mischief as she took y/n's hand, leading them towards the balcony. "it's nothing big, just something to make our evening even better."

the balcony was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of twilight. sana's touch was a gentle reassurance as she guided y/n to the railing, their eyes drawn to the canvas of colors that stretched across the sky.

"wow," y/n breathed, their voice a mere whisper. the sky was painted with shades of pink, orange, and lavender—a breathtaking masterpiece that seemed to stretch on forever.

sana's voice was soft, filled with wonder. "two years of staring at this view, and it still takes my breath away."

y/n's gaze shifted from the sky to sana, their heart swelling with affection. "you know, the view might be beautiful, but i think i prefer staring at your face."

sana's cheeks flushed with a mixture of surprise and delight, her fingers gently brushing against y/n's. "oh, shut up."

y/n chuckled softly, the sound a warm melody that danced in the air. "hey, i'm just stating the truth."

sana rolled her eyes playfully, a fond smile tugging at her lips. "you're such a charmer."

"only when i'm with you," y/n quipped, their voice tinged with sincerity.

sana's laughter was soft and melodious, a harmonious blend with the evening breeze that rustled through the balcony plants. "alright, alright. enough with the flattery, you smooth talker."

y/n feigned offense, a hand placed over their heart in mock hurt. "smooth talker? i'll have you know that every word i say is backed by irrefutable evidence."

sana shook her head, her laughter bubbling over. "evidence? is that what we're calling it now?"

y/n's grin was infectious, their fingers intertwining with sana's once more. "you're just jealous because you're not the smooth talker in this relationship."

sana leaned in, her lips brushing against y/n's ear. "oh, really? want me to prove you wrong?"

y/n's playful smile turned into a mischievous smirk. "i'd love to see you try."

sana winked, her tone teasing. "later, perhaps. right now, i've got a surprise for you."

y/n raised an eyebrow, intrigue sparking in their eyes. "a surprise, huh? you've definitely piqued my curiosity."

sana grinned, her fingers giving y/n's hand a gentle squeeze before she turned and disappeared into the apartment. y/n leaned against the balcony railing, a soft smile still playing on their lips as they waited for sana's return.

it wasn't long before sana reappeared, carrying a tray with two steaming cups of chamomile tea and a plate of freshly baked bread. the fragrant aroma of the tea filled the air, mingling with the warm scent of the bread.

sana's eyes sparkled with anticipation as she approached y/n, setting the tray down on a small table by the balcony. "ta-da! chamomile tea and bread—your stress-relief combo."

y/n's expression softened as they took in the sight. "you remembered."

sana's smile was tender as she poured the tea, the liquid cascading gently into the cups. "of course i did. i know how exhausting work has been for you lately."

y/n reached out, their fingers brushing against sana's wrist as she handed them a cup. "thank you, baby." y/n's fingers brushed against sana's as they reached for a cup, their touch lingering for a moment. "you really do take care of me."

sana's smile was soft, her gaze unwavering as she met y/n's eyes. "it's my favorite job."

as they settled into the chairs, y/n cradled the warm cup of chamomile tea in their hands, the fragrant steam rising and mingling with the evening breeze. sana took a sip from her own cup, her expression one of pure contentment.

"can't believe how lucky i am," y/n murmured, more to themselves than to sana.

sana raised an eyebrow, her voice gentle. "what was that?"

y/n's cheeks tinged with a soft blush, but they met sana's gaze with sincerity. "i said i can't believe how lucky i am."

sana's fingers reached across the table to brush against y/n's, a tender smile curving her lips. "i'm so lucky to have you too,"

they shared a moment of silent connection, their fingers entwined on the table—a touch that conveyed more than words ever could. and then, y/n broke the silence with a soft chuckle.

"you know, i think i'm going to request 'sana's surprise tea time' as a regular thing."

sana's laughter was like a melody, the sound carrying a promise of warmth and comfort. "you don't have to request it. it's already in the contract."

y/n feigned surprise, a hand over their heart. "oh, i must have missed that clause."

sana playfully rolled her eyes, her gaze dancing with affection. "it's in the fine print, right next to 'y/n's endless hugs and kisses.'"

y/n's grin was unabashed, their voice tinged with playful mock. "well, it's a good thing we're both committed to upholding our contractual obligations."

sana lifted her teacup in a playful manner, a soft smile gracing her lips. "here's to us, two and more years of marriage."

as their cups clinked together, the warmth of their affection enveloped them. and as they sipped on chamomile tea and savored the simple pleasure of each other's company, y/n and sana found themselves exactly where they belonged—in each other's arms, under the canvas of calico skies.

#fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop gg #kpop gg x reader #kpop x reader #kpop #twice x reader #twice x gn reader #kpop x gn reader #twice sana #twice #twice fanfic #twice sana x reader #sana x reader #minatozaki sana #minatozaki sana x reader

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b000mbayah · 11 months

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Alphabet love Sana

જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴

Requested: Yes

Word count: 1,378

Warnings: None

જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴ જ⁀➴

Attention

When is there ever a moment without you being smothered in her love? Sana snuggles you as often as possible and keeps you close like a polar bear and its child.

Beauty

Your love for each other is pure and straight from the heart. It often has your friends gagging at the sight, but you know they're secretly happy that you're happy.

Comfort

Sana values your comfort as much as she does her own. If you're not feeling okay, Sana will help aid you to a secure setting and reassure you as much as needed.

Dreams

Sana often jokes about how she never wants to sleep again, now that her real world is finally better than her sleep one. But that still doesn't stop you from appearing in her dreams when she does sleep.

Equality

Sana does believe in equality, that equality is one of the most important aspects to any kind of relationship. However, in certain situations, one of you will have more power than the other- and that's perfectly fine as long as you're both okay with it.

First encounter

It was at her close friends' birthday dinner when she first met you. You showed up in a more casual attire- yet Sana could swear on everything that she had never seen someone more stunning than you. Sana ended up spending most of the night talking to you, right after claiming a seat adjacent to you. She ended up sleeping like a baby that night, with a few drinks stirring in her head, your face in her heart, and your contact in her phone.

Gratitude

Sana absolutely loves you and often shows you just how much through romantic dates and the use of her love languages. This is just her way of appreciating you.

Hugs

Back hugs, side hugs, regular hugs. They all hold a huge place in your relationship. Sana loves to nuzzle her head into you, squeezing you lightly as she giggles away to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

Interests

You may not share the same interests, but Sana would be more than over the moon to share her hobbies with you, and she'd be even more ecstatic if you introduced her to your own interests. She'd sit through years of movie marathons with you if it means you're spending time together.

Jealousy

Sana gets jealous, and when she gets jealous, she gets pouty and almost baby-like. She'll sulk in the corner, her bottom lip protruding out until you notice her. She'll be stubborn about it too- she'll refuse to talk to you for an hour or two until you smother her in your love for her.

Knowledge

Sana has had her fair share of crushes, but relationships? Sana couldn't really remember her last one of those. She'd try her best for you no matter what, but she'd need your willingness and cooperation too.

Love confession

She had confessed first, albeit it was just a smidge bit spontaneous and not exactly… memorable, partly because she was drunk and passed out right after. You were only there to help her home when she flung her arm around the back of your neck and confessed, saying "I think you could be an even better friend, if we were more than friends" when you questioned her the next day, she admitted with a shy smile and a face of heavy blush.

Memories

Sana often snaps silly and goofy selfies of you two- or even just pictures of you- or forcing you to take pictures of herself. She claims it's for memories sake, which is half true, but it's also so she can ugly laugh in her own time about how stupid you both truly are with each other.

Naps

Sana needs to uphold her energetic ways one way or another, so naps are a perfect fit for just this. Sana would demand you join her too- claiming she can't nap without you being her nap buddy. Will layer you both in blankets and sheets, pillows lining the bed, or couch, or anywhere really, as long as she can nap with you.

Opportunities

Sana would never, ever want to miss out on an opportunity if it means being with you. Sana sees every opportunity as a chance to get to know one another impossibly more somehow, and if she squeezes the towel enough, she knows she'll be able to get something new, even if you, yourself, didn't know it.

PDA

You know the saying, "No Sana, no life" well, to Sana, it's more like "No PDA, no life." Sana takes PDA like it's her second job, like she has an unspoken role to fulfil in the eye of the demanding public. Of course, if you're not completely comfortable with this, then she'll reframe, but she wants nothing more than to show you off to the world as her only sweetheart.

Quality

Think of a surreal scene in a mystical forest, where unicorns jump after bubbles. Now, picture yourself and Sana. There's literally no difference. Your relationship is purer than the rarest gems and stronger than titanium. She loves you across the universe and back, and as do you, so your relationship is almost unrealistically desirable.

Romance

Sana can be extremely romantic at times. A surprise dinner date. A surprise bouquet of your favourite (possibly fake if you're allergic) flowers on your work desk. A surprise Teddy already sat in your shared bed when you get home. It's honestly become such a common thing that your shared apartment is almost decorated in only the gifts Sana has gotten you. How you decide to be romantic is up to you. Just know Sana will love it more than anything in the world.

Support

Sana will always be here to supply you with her shoulder to cry on- or just her in general. She'll hug you throughout the night and whisper sweet nothings into your ear as she plays with your hair, stroking your face delicately as if she could break you from the sheer simplicity of her touch. Expect nothing less than a heartfelt night of compliments and gentle kisses.

Thrill

There is a relatively large dosage of thrill within your relationship, and it's refreshing every time you pull a stupid little prank on a friend of either hers or yours. You always find yourselves even more desperately in love with each other somehow after having escaped the loser police… A.K.A. one of your raging friends.

Understanding

Sana understands that people clash, it's in every animal's survival instinct to fend for its own purposes- so if an argument ever does break out, Sana has learnt to reflect and learn for next time… right before she profusely apologies.

Vows

Sana vows to never hurt you, to bring you as much joy as she possibly can through the use of her bubbly personality and cutesy appearance. Sana knows the hold she has over you is powerful, and she'll use that to her advantage through the use of her promises.

Work

Sana loves it when you make little star appearances at her work place, whether that be you just coming to say "hi" during your free day, or dropping off something she forgot at home, or even the occasion where you bring her and her members bags full of food (always junk food and sweets). Obviously, Sana loves visiting your workplace too and hanging out with your small group of co-workers you know well enough to deem as "work pals." It just shows a sense of bond to Sana, and it warms her heart so, so much.

XOXO

Kisses and hugs- this is Sanas' love language, and she wants to share it with you as often as possible.

Youth

The youth of your relationship stems from the reliability of your almost crackhead selves. With your bursting energy combined, it's almost as if you're both toddlers that have mistakenly been put in a pair of adult bodies. Sometimes you wonder if there are babies wandering around in dresses and suits doing business…

Zany

As much as Sana swears by nose kisses and giggly hugs, she knows very well when to take a situation seriously when required. She's not a complete child.

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ghastlybin · 1 year

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Twice Sana soulmate AU WHEN? (please)

How about at 4AM on a Sunday morning, yeah? Also, THANK YOU FOR YOUR REQUEST! <3333 ily :))

Pairing: Sana x GN Reader

FT: Jihyo (my love)

Word count: 1.4k

Genre/contents: Soulmate! AU, Fluff... I hope.

Note: I had fun writing this although I do wish I was better at fluffy topics lol there was an attempt! I hope you like it though and uhhh please be honest if it sucks, but in a constructive criticism type of way pls... Also I love Sana so thank you again! And y'all know I'm whipped for Jihyo. If there are typos, ignore them- I will come back later, only some much I can function at 4 AM. Goodnight/ morning btw! Adios, for now.

Y’all ever have a gif give you butterflies?

Living the same day would be great if you weren’t already living the same day.

You wake up, get yourself ready for the day, leave the house, walk to your job, work until you’re exhausted and then you go home and end the day where you started— In your bed.

It was the way you tripped on the curb after crossing the street to the other side. Not once, not twice, but ten total times.

Embarrassingly enough, every time, you just thought you were clumsy. That tripping at that same curb would be an everyday occurrence until you switch up your routine.

You’d have thought after the third time, you’d at least be more careful.

But with you accidentally sleeping in and rushing to get to work on time, it always slipped your mind.

“Welcome! Anything I can do for you?”

The words that were now ingrained in your mind and wired in your program, greeting customers as they came and left. It was the same customers every time. And again, you hadn’t noticed until after the fourth loop. Maybe it was because interactions with each customer went by quickly or just that there had been so many people coming and going that they became a blur in your memory.

You were finally in your loop. The only problem was, you’ve been in this loop ten times and your eleventh started in an hour.

You had one hour left and still haven’t found out who your soulmate was. You even calculated how many people you’ve interacted with and who were mere bystanders.

You figured your soulmate would be relatively easy to find, acknowledging the fact that they too would be stuck in the same loop until you two found each other.

Just look for the other person also frantically trying to interact with everyone they came across, trying to get out of the loop.

It wasn’t that easy. Not when every single person you’ve come across showcased any changes in their behavior.

“Welcome. Anything I can do for you?”

And like a broken record, you were back at your job, the loop repeating for the eleventh time.

∞

Her name was Sana.

And like you, she noticed the loop too.

It was at the mark of the third loop when she realized she finally got close enough to her soulmate to trigger what was called, ‘The Looping Event’.

It was something most dreamed of no matter what types of hell they had to go through just to find their soulmates in the midst of crowds.

Some were lucky, finding their soulmates during the second loop. Some were still in their loops.

Sana always wondered how someone could tell whether someone was in a loop. According to sources, the soulmates will disappear for however long it takes them to find each other while other sources say time freezes until the loop completes.

Then again, how would you be able to tell if time is frozen?

Sana was on a walk around the time the loop started. The one time she took a different route than usual for her morning walk. She wondered what would happen if her usual route hadn’t been blocked off by construction work.

By the start of the eleventh loop, she began to think she was placed inside of a loop by mistake. A freak accident that could very much be possible.

Then again, no one really knew the science behind the whole soulmates loop phenomenon. Sana’s walks turned into runs, rushing to interact with anyone she came across, wanting nothing more than to get back to her life and possibly start one with her soulmate— Wherever they were hiding.

Not once did it occur to her to start checking the shops she ran past.

Not once did it occur to you to just leave your job and look outside at the woman running and frantically interacting with those who remained outside.

It took eleven loops before it crossed your mind.

Eleven loops before Sana decided to enter every shop she came across.

By the end of loop eleven, neither of you found each other, commencing loop twelve.

∞

You and Sana woke up the morning of loop twelve at around the same time.

While Sana continued to go on her walk, so did you, skipping work entirely. You were in a loop, after all. What will they do? Fire you?

You would most likely wake up with your job again on the morning of loop thirteen anyway.

Sana ignored the people she previously interacted with. She even ignored the stores she entered that turned up to be futile.

You walked down the street, missing the curb this time and avoiding tripping over it.

“Ha… Eat shit.” You spoke too soon, bumping into a stop sign while you were looking at the curb as you made that remark. You cursed yourself for letting your guard down just to talk to a curb that would most likely trip you again.

“You know what they say about paying attention to stop signs, right?”

You squinted, rubbing the part of your shoulder that came crashing against the stop sign. A woman you haven’t come across was standing before you, and the excitement bubbled inside of you.

Please be my soulmate.

She formed a smile full of amusement, holding out her hand. “I’m Jihyo.”

“Ah… I’m Y/N.” You shook her hand, yet nothing seemed to change. “Are you my soulmate?”

Jihyo let out an awkward laugh, the tilt of her head and furrowing of her eyebrows told you all you needed to know.

“Soulmate? No. I was just looking for my friend but then I saw you talking to the curb and now you probably have a bruise on your shoulder.” Jihyo sucked her teeth followed by the soft shaking of her head.

You began to laugh hysterically, on the verge of crying when Jihyo turned around, hearing the sound of another woman’s voice. You calmed yourself down long enough to see if this other woman was your soulmate or someone you already came across.

“Sana! There you are. What happened to walking together?” Jihyo crossed her arms as the woman panted, doing a double-take when she saw you standing with Jihyo.

Then it happened. The end of the loop.

∞

In the blink of an eye, you were back in your bed without any recollection of how you got back home. The first thing you did was checking the date and time.

You were now twelve days in the future, finally caught up with everyone.

Sana. The woman you made eye contact with after meeting Jihyo.

You immediately ran outside, jumping over the curb and avoiding the stop sign successfully as you ran past your workplace and down the sidewalk Sana met up with Jihyo— And you, on.

Down the sidewalk, you saw the distant figure of Sana, who was running towards you as well. Both of you seemingly had the same idea first thing that morning.

Coming to an abrupt stop, you both looked at each other, feeling as if you’ve known each other for years. The similar feeling other found soulmates have felt.

“Sana?” You breathed out, catching your breath. Sana beamed, throwing her arms around you despite barely meeting.

“Y/N? Took you long enough!” Sana chuckled with excitement.

“Did Jihyo tell you my name?” You asked, surprised that she already knew your name despite telling Jihyo before Sana joined.

“How do you know Jihyo?” Sana asked, releasing you from the hold she had you in. You struggled to respond, unsure how to explain yourself. But Sana laughed, lightly slapping your arm.

“I’m joking! She said we met twelve days ago… But she doesn’t believe the loop actually happened.”

“Then how are we twelve days in the future?” You were confused, to say the least. The concept of the ‘Looping Event phenomenon’ was confusing.

Sana sheepishly laughed, shrugging. “Crazy, isn’t it?”

You allowed yourself to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

“Hey, could be worse,” You massaged the part of your shoulder where you hit on the stop sign during the loop. “We could be one of those soulmates that are still stuck in the loop.”

Sana gave you a horrified look, “I don’t think I could handle a loop that long.”

You reached for her hand with a smile, accompanying her on a walk down the street.

“Are you ready for the start of forever, Sana?”

“Hasn’t it already started?”

#twice x reader #twice au #twice sana x reader #twice imagines #twice sana #twice jihyo #I really do piss myself off sometimes LMAO

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dark-night-insomniac · 1 year

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Love’s warmth

|Twice Sana x gn reader

A/n for @ihrtvivi and @jihyology writting exchange, heres a fluffy sana story for @happilychaengs hopefully you like it❤️🥺 i loved your Nayeon story, thank you again!!

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You had known Sana for a few years now.

You met her while at a concert. You found herself next to her in the standing crowd.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, she had accidentally spilled her whole drink on you while dancing.

And that's how you met.

and now, a few years later, you were a couple.

You started off as friends after that incident, then sana asked you to be her partner.

And a few months ago, you asked sana to be your wife. For some it would have been too quick, seeing as you had been together for about over a year. But you knew in your heart you would never want to spend your days with anyone other than her.

While you had been working at your company, Sana had been on tour with her group.

She had just landed back in South Korea today. You were still stuck at work and decided on Facetiming her.

You closed the door to your office before doing so.

You pressed the call button and soon after, the love of your life showed up on your screen.

She excitingly squealed before asking you where you were.

‘’Ah i'm still stuck at work baby’’ your smile dropped

Sana immediately tried to bring your mood up

‘’Baby! Don't worry, ill be waiting for you at the dorm’’ she pouted

‘’Okay, ill be there soon’’ you inquired

‘’Hmmm, i know you will’’ she smiled cheekily making you giggle

‘’I love you’’

‘’I love you too jagi, ill see you later baby!’’ She said before you both ended the call

—

You took a step outside the building and quickly realized you were screwed. Not only was it freezing, there seemed to be a little snow storm brewing up.

‘’Its just 5 minutes’’ you reassured yourself before completely walking out to make your way to Sana’s dorm

Despite the storm and you warthm disappearing, the storm didn't stop you from your romantic endeavor.

After all, this was going to be the first time you would see her after months of waiting.

You stopped at a little café when you and sana would often go back when you were in the talking stage.

It always had fresh baked goods as well as unique flowers hanging around the shop

You walked in, recognizing the warm atmosphere and sweet smell of fresh

You picked a few of Sana’s favorite desserts and paid before exiting into the storm again.

A few minutes later you were finally at her door.

Before you could knock, the door opened to show no other then sana

She jumped into your arms before even saying a word

‘’I missed you so much’’ sana said, her words muffled into your neck

You gently rubbed her back ‘’i missed you too baby’’

She inched back before looking at you, cupping your face with both her hands, a smile now playing on her lips

‘’I got you your favorite desserts’’ you nodded at the box that was now on the ground

She quickly looked over before pouting, now whining as she hugged you again

‘’ you didnt have to do that!’’ Sama exclaimed

‘’Hmm, i know, but i was also hungry so…’’ you joked, earning her laugh

You looked at her precious smile

‘’Can i kiss you?’’ You asked, staring at her lips, impossible to look away.

She smiled before noddind cutely ‘’ of course jagi’’

You leaned in to leave a sweet and tender kiss to her lips, hoping to convey just how much you truly missed her.

Once the kiss was over, sana was left with a frown on her face

‘’your lips are freezing’’ she exclaimed concerned

‘’Oh it's nothing’’ you tried reassuring but you were too late as she started pulling your jacket off of you, bringing you to her room.

You laughed as she seemed so focused on getting you there, barely a word leaving her mouth

‘’I promise i'm fine sana’’

she made you sit at the end of her bed before heading to her closet

‘’here, these clothes are dry and warm’’ she gave you new clothes

‘’Oh thank you princess’’ you smiled before starting to change

She intensely looked over at you, like wanting to make sure you changed from your wet clothes

Once done she approached you before placing her arms around your waist.

‘’Thank you’’ she kissed the tip of your nose

‘’Thank you as well’’ you giggled, making her smile appear once more

She let go of you before laying in bed, you quickly joined her, jumping in.

‘’You were out in the cold for too long baby, we need to make sure you don't catch anything’’ she explained before pulling you close to her

‘’Hmm isn't that an excuse to cuddle me miss?’’ You teased, earning a light tap on your arm

You played along with it, acting hurt.

Sana pouted at you before she cooed ‘’aww is my baby hurt’’ she asked sarcastically

‘’Yes very’’ you replied, snuggling closer

She giggled before putting her arms and legs around you

‘’Well then well have to sleep that away’’ she smiled before kissing the crown of your head

A few moments of comfortable silence passed before you spoke again

‘’Thank you Sana, I want to hear everything from your tour tomorrow’’

‘’No need to thank me baby, and we have all day tomorrow’’ she pulled the covers over the both of you, bringing you impossibly closer

‘’I love you so much’’ you mumbled

‘’I love you too baby’’

#twice #twice x you #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice sana x reader #sana x reader #sana imagines #sana scenarios

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idlesana · 7 months

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killing me softly (with her song)

lovesick sana x fem reader ; thriller, yandere

summary: in which sana finds herself rapidly loosing grasp over herself, all just for you

warnings: blood, violence, sana being actually insane (i want her ^_^) kidnapping — ty to @jsluvtzu for being such a help during this fic :]

step— step— step

sana’s gentle on her feet, sun beaming down on her while she hums to some 70s R&B— smile plastered on her face.

she beams to those she passes, beams to the stray cats and dogs who roam the streets, beams to everything inanimate, the eagerness in her body manifesting itself in that first-love smile.

she smiles when she walks into the convenience store, quick to grab some random soft drink that she felt inclined to buy after the cute character on it smiled at her.

and of course, she smiles at the cashier when she places the beverage on the counter, moving to fish out her wallet— wait.

she looks back up, brows knitted as she glances to you. and suddenly, sana feels frozen.

you— smiling softly at her, long lashes fluttering with each blink, lips plump and pink.

“are you alright?”

sana breaks out into another smile, moving back to her bag, fetching the wallet, “just fine, miss…?” she looks back up, watching your delicate hands scan the drink, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, watching you.

“y/n.” you hum, typing in something quick on the screen, before turning back to sana, grin just a little wider— which sana credits to herself.

“nice to meet you, y/n. you’re very pretty.”

sana was never opposed to being blatantly honest.

you giggle, sliding the beverage over the counter to sana, looking up at her through your lashes, sana feels her heart stop.

“thank you, ma’am. have a good day.”

she can’t move, again, she doesn’t want to either. she doesn’t want this to end, not yet, it can’t. she simply stares, right into your eyes until someone behind her scoffs, shaking her from the paralysis.

—

sana is quick to recognize the infatuation that mixes in her— no, scratch infatuation, she’s sure it’s love. and she needs, needs to see you again.

didn’t matter the lack of words exchanged, didn’t matter the lack of time spent, sana was dead set on this.

and that’s why she’s here, back roaming down the street, baggy track pants and tight top, hair done all pretty, just for you. smile still settled on her face.

ding!

the bell of the door chimes, echoing in the store, and once she turns to the desk, she sees you. hair half up half down this time, wavy layers set on your back. you turn at the sound of the ding, eyes locking on sana’s, smile growing on your face.

relief.

she sighs, smile softening on her face as she pauses, hand stuttering as it raises to wave at you. she curses herself.

you wave back, no hesitation, giving a quick smile before turning to the customer in front of you, smile still on your face.

jealousy?

sana’s brows furrow, but she shakes it quick, letting herself go back to the fridges.

this time, sana opts to grab a water bottle, bitter taste still in her mouth after seeing how you looked at someone who wasn’t her. the disgusting feeling bubbles deep inside her, but enough to be pushed down— enough to be covered by sana’s unwavering excitement to just talk to you again.

she slugs over to the desk, stretching out the time spent getting there to avoid seeing you with someone else, just the thought corrupting her mind, paining her.

she stares down at her feet as she walks, before hearing you.

“hi again.” your tone is flirty, and effectively shoots sana’s head up, butterflies replacing whatever negative feelings that were looming within her.

whatever grimace that was on her face was easily replaced by a larger than life grin, gently setting the water on the table before you. “hey.”

“just a water today?” you tilt your head and sana swears you’re the cutest thing, she wishes so badly she could grab you up right now.

“uh, yeah.” she mutters, thinking of all the things she could do if you were just hers. she spaces in her thoughts while she admires you, admires the small hum and nod you make, admires it all. she needs to have you.

“alright, pay whenever you’re ready.” you’re looking up at her again, deja vu hitting from the last time she was in this position.

instead of freezing, sana quickly pays, not forgetting to throw you a smile.

“you live around here?” her voice is a little low, and the question is definitely a little odd. your face shifts, and sana grits her teeth, why would she give it up so quick? self anger bubbles in her, not noticing when your expression relaxes,

“yeah, just down the street actually.”

her eyes widen, did you really answer? did you really just reveal that to a stranger? she’s back to smiling, because now she knew you must’ve felt the same back, right?

—

the air is cold, flushing sana’s cheeks despite the sweatsuit she had covering her body, definitely one size too large for her.

but, that was just what she needed, to be shrouded from any curious eyes. to not be perceived as sana, just as a random person.

she stands by a tree, eyeing the apartment building before her, patiently awaiting your arrival. or, maybe not so patiently.

she’d waited, and waited, and waited. sitting in the parking lot until your shift was up, only to follow your car up until you pulled into the parking garage of your complex.

she tilted her head, growing more impatient, trying to remind herself that it was worth it for you. but she couldn’t help the simmering anger because where were you? were you with someone? why was it taking so long?

she cracked her knuckles, then her neck, almost ready to run to the parking garage to find you, until,

you.

long hair cascading down your back, flowing like waves, uniform off, now dressed down in a tee and sweats, soft bracelets decorating your wrist.

sana’s face softened, anger eased inside of her. she eyes you as you pushed your hair back, exposing your gorgeous neck, the one sana wanted to mark up so badly.

god, she needed you.

and god, was it getting so bad.

—

sana couldn’t smile.

not when it had been a whole 16 hours without having seen you.

she was angry, anger near boiling over at this point. she’d been trying to play the long game to have you, but that just felt impossible. you were seraphic, and absolutely divine.

the need was at its height, sana’s heart tightening every minute she wasn’t seeing you.

your social presence was absolutely non-existent, sana has tried, to no avail. she’d do anything to satiate her need, anything for you to finally be hers to see, and only hers.

she was walking, more sprinting, to your work.

baggy white tee pressed flush to her body from the force of the wind, black track pants perfectly loose, cap snug on her head.

her earbuds were on, shuffling her favorite playlist, every song drawing her thoughts deeper into you. you, you, you.

the moonlight beamed down on her, shadowing the top half of her face, her expression blank. sana had never felt so overcome with emotions, and she felt as if she could kill.

she huffed once she reached the store, opening the door wide, only to receive ignorance from you.

sana gritted her teeth harder, about ready to go grab you right then and there, only to realize the man standing in front of you. she immediately paused her music, leaning her head forward just a bit.

his hands were pressed against the counter, leaning over to try and get closer to you. sana felt her eye twitch. he was muttering nonsense, definitely incoherent from where sana stood, now analyzing the man, his dark green tee shirt, navy blue pants. she noted any stand out features, like the over the top sneakers he wore, or the bold rings on his fingers.

sana let her expression fall slack once more, taking careful steps toward him now.

by now, you’d noticed sana, noticed the lack of bright smile she usually wore, noticed the lack of the bubbly girl you knew.

the guy was rambling, chattering about how perfect your body was, how badly he wanted to fuck you in, and you could nearly gag.

once sana could actually make out what he was saying, she immediately felt her blood run hot. felt the way her head was suddenly ringing, the urge burning within her to hurt, and when she turned to meet your expression, seeing your teary eyes, she could hardly hold any of it back.

her breaths came harder as she closed in on the boy, hands tempted to grab the pocket knife in her back pocket, but she opted for something more simple. only because you were watching, of course.

“excuse me.”

sana rested a hand on the man’s shoulder, making sure to lock a firm grip against him. she heard him swear, trying to shimmy out of her grip, struggling hard as sana just tilted her head— a spider watching its prey writhe.

“what do you think you’re doing, freak!” he shouted, sana saw as you flinched, and immediately tugged him harder, forcing him away from the counter.

“don’t you find that ironic? you’re here harassing a girl, specifically, my girlfriend.” sana knew it wasn’t true, not yet, but pride soared in her heart, despite the disgusting situation. you didn’t react apart from a faint blush rising to your cheeks, sana wanted to smile, but as long as this man was in her perspective, she couldn’t enjoy you as thoroughly.

in sana’s head, that was the worst crime.

“leave.” she growled, swinging her arm and pushing him in the direction of the door. he just stood there, eyeing her before, swiftly turning away, heading in the direction of the parking lot— sana chose to keep that tight in her memory.

she looked back to you, seeing the relief wash over your face, and finally, she could enjoy you, no distractions, no one else, just you.

her own relief settled in her body, taking small steps forward to the register, giving you a warm smile.

“are you alright?”

you could only stare back at her, eyes watering, before you reached out to tug her into a hug.

sana felt her heart race, if looking at you was enough to make her heart flutter; then how could she even define how she felt having you holding her tight?

she immediately swung arms around you as best as she could from across the counter, nuzzling her nose in your hair, breathing in your scent.

she exhaled shakily, her body now on its own accord, feeling nearly everything at once.

“i was so scared.” you mumbled into her neck, the vibrations sending a pulse of need coursing through her body.

“it’s okay.” sana mumbled, petting your hair now with one hand, fingers occasionally brushing your neck. skin so soft and hair so silky, sana wanted her hands on you forever.

she felt you move to pull away, and as much as she wanted to hold on forever, she did have newfound business to attend to.

“did you… did you need something?” you asked, eyeing sana up and down, only worsening her wants from you.

she most definitely needed something, but that can wait.

“i- uh, i was just in the area, actually.” she excused, lifting hands to wave around as she spoke.

you slowly nodded, glancing up and down one more time.

“well, you look pretty today.” you smiled, fluttering your lashes at her. oh, god were you making this hard.

“you always look gorgeous, y/n.” she replied, eyes never daring to leave yours. you blushed, looking away and shrugging.

“well, i should probably get going. make it home safe tonight.” sana muttered, fighting an inner battle to leave, but when a customer walked in, she knew she had to make her move.

“alright, bye sana. see you.”

—

sana was out the door, clicking play on her music, turning it up, enough to muffle the sounds around her, but to not fully close off her hearing.

she tugged her cap down lower, slipping her pocket knife into her hand, then stuffing said hand into her front pocket, still clutching it tight.

she peeked over the edge of the wall, immediately catching the man, his rings shining from the lamp he leaned against, the light softly flickering to illuminate him just right. just enough for sana to tell it was him.

she smiled, soft on her face as her eyes narrowed.

strumming my pain with his fingers

she cracked her neck, swooping past the wall into view, man not bothering to glance up from his phone. she took casual steps, not bothering to sneak around, not like it’d matter.

crunchhh!

she raises a brow, not bothering to look at whatever she stepped on, opting to crunch it harder under her foot, undoubtedly gaining the attention of the man before her.

he glances up, confusion ridden on his face, clicking his phone off and into his pocket. the lights flicker.

“what are you doing?”

one time, one time

it’s hard to make him out, especially at the distance, but sana could tell given the situation what he was saying.

“couldn’t i ask you the same thing?” she takes a step closer, foot kicking back whatever she stepped on. her fingers toy with the knife in her pocket, tracing the cool metal with her fingertips. she pauses, eyeing him curiously, catching his jaw clench between flickers.

“is it any of your business?” he scoffs, pushing leg back from the post, moving forward, just enough to be shadowed from the light, only his silhouette visible.

“is it not?” her fingers tease the latch to open the knife, brushing over it gently, her own jaw tightening.

“i don’t really think it is, miss.” he chuckles, closing in closer.

singing my life with his words

“is that so?” her tone is flat, pressing closer, now within arms length of the man, posture straight and head tilted up, rim of her cap still down.

“yeah, unfortunately it is. why don’t you head home?” he nods at her, motioning her to leave, hands at his front, crossed at his chest.

sana feels her blood boil, a raw rage enveloping her body, a scary one. the bloodlust making her lose control of her own actions. she needed this man to suffer at her hand, he deserved it, did he not?

she takes another step closer, man raising a brow, letting out a low scoff-like laugh.

her mouth partially opens, heavy pants falling from her lips, before she retracts her fist, swinging as hard as she could.

crrrack!

sana licks her lips, the feeling of bone beneath her own knuckles euphoric, “fuck.” she mutters, grin settling on her face.

the man stumbles back, groaning and pulling a hand up to his jaw, rubbing only to cry out, pain only enhancing at his meek attempts to soothe.

“what’s— fuck, what’s wrong with you?!” he shouts, jaw dropped, brows furrowed, fingers clenching to fists before him.

“are you not the one sitting here waiting to harass a woman?” sana frowns, walking to where the man stumbled, digging her foot to the top of his, making him wince.

"you--! you bitch!"

he swings.

and he hits.

two times, two times

sana feels her stomach start to burn, slightly hunching over to cough, bringing her empty hand to her mouth. and when she pulls it away, she sees red, thick in the palm of her hand, and it only makes the vexation in her build. she forces out a chuckle, beyond shocked at the pure mistake this man made.

"fuck, you're gonna regret that so bad." sana manages to laugh out, voice hoarse as she glances back up to the guy, his face contorted in one of fear.

sana trudges over to him, soft giggles escaping between her huffs for air.

he stills, too scared to move, a deer in headlights when sana looks up at him. she lifts her other hand to him, object in her grasp undefinable, before she flicks her finger back, blade clicking into position, pointed directly at his neck.

killing me softly with his song

sana drives her hand forward, effectively slicing the corner of the man’s neck, smile growing on her face as he begins to plead for mercy, pleads that he’ll ‘do anything!’.

she loves it.

she tugs the knife out, blood splatting on the side of her face, from neck to the middle of her cheek, warmth seeping into her skin, she can only smile harder.

“p-please! anything! i’ll do anything at all!” his voice is strangled, and one of his hands rises to the gash at the side of his throat, not center enough to cause major damages, just a whole lot of pain.

sana rolls her eyes, scoffing, attitude to his pleasing seemingly changed.

“you already messed with my y/n, do you think anything on this planet is enough to compensate for that?” sana sees red, in far more than one way.

she grabs his shoulder, similarly to how she was before, but now she could act freely on those urges she felt, digging the blade into his side.

killing me softly with his song, telling my whole life with his words.

she’s precise, choosing not to end him quick, no, no, sana wants this to really last.

“how does that feel? tell me and maybe i’ll think about letting you go.” she tries not to laugh, she’d never think about letting him go, but she just loves the desperate pleas.

“c-cold!” it’s near a scream, and sana just can’t have that.

the knife twists in his side, squelching and cracking echoing in the lot as his body is turned to mush.

he yells out again, sana rolling her eyes, seems he can’t take a clue.

“fucking loser, i bet this is the most attention a woman has ever given you.”

she drags the knife out of the sloppy mess in the side of his body, admiring the blood as it shimmers with the moon, thick and deep red. sana feels a new pressure in her stomach, one of something more sinful.

“fuck…”

she can only imagine how pretty your blood would be.

she shakes the thought, smacking herself softly with the tip of the knife, more sticky red coating her face, now up to her brow.

“focus, sana!”

she turns back to the man, now grasping his stomach on the floor, quietly groaning in pain, eyes firmly shut. he tries to push his body away from her and it’s just so pathetic.

she shakes her head, how weak.

sana drops to her knees, eyes lingering over the mess of his body. she inhales, content, and exhales, ready to finish what she started.

“this was deserved, you and i both know it.”

she sinks the blade into his chest, watching as he spasms on the ground, delighted when the blood spurts up onto her tee and her arms. he twitches, just a little longer, and sana tilts her head, admiring it, such a raw moment, the last ones this man would ever live. his twitching starts to stutter, fading out as he goes limp, sana sighing, sinking the blade in a little deeper, just to hear the messy wet sound it makes.

killing me softly with his song

she hums, swiftly drawing the knife out of him, standing up to enjoy her work, pulling the knife up to tap on her own neck, occasionally tracing it over her pulse point, such little pressure away from sinking in. she pauses her music, sighing to herself, listening to the rustle of trees and beyond.

and then, she catches it, the closing of the front door to your work.

fuck.

sana looks around, only seeing some smaller pallets and a large trash can to duck behind, both unfortunately close to the only car in the lot, which must’ve been yours.

fuck.

sana bolted back, tucking herself behind the trash can, peeking through the pallets to try and see what happens.

she didn’t mean for you to see this, never, so when she watches you round the corner, jaw dropping and hand rising to your mouth in fear, her heart burns.

you scream, knees buckling as you fall to the floor, eyes wide in horror. you cant find any words, or any motivation to move, just shock coursing through your veins as you stare at the mangled body mere inches from your car.

sana pouts, seeing the fear written on your face and she huffs, forcing herself to look away before she tries to run out there and comfort you.

she throws her head back, pure instinct before realizing what she did, the echoey thud of the trash can making her cringe.

fuck.

you hear it, obviously, eyes even larger than before, moving to your feet, trying not to step on anything loud.

the only way out is your car, parked directly next to the trash can, so with the steadiest steps you can, you move to the vehicle.

sana, thinks you’re trying to see who made that sound, her hand immediately moving to her mouth, preventing any sound from slipping, any breath from falling. this could be it for her, for you, for the two of you. the thought alone made the worst sinking feeling settle in her. tears burned at her eyes, hands shaking and grip getting tighter over the knife.

but before she knew it, her panic came to halt, hearing you unlock and slam the car door.

sana lives another day.

—

it’s 3:24 pm

sana feels like she’s going insane, she hasn’t seen you in a day and a half now, and you weren’t at work when she checked yesterday, much to her dismay.

in fact, the whole place has been closed temporarily after the killing, so she had to take matters into her own hands to bump into you.

so all morning, she’d been doing laps around your apartment complex, silently praying she bumps into you, praying she can see you now.

she reaches the the front of your complex once more, stopping at the bench that sits in front to take a breather, as she has every lap now. she lifts her tee up, patting her sweat from her forehead, then moving to her neck, tilting her head back just a little.

“sana?”

her heart stops.

she drops everything she’s doing, turning and meeting, of course, your eyes.

“y-y/n?” she’s beyond ecstatic, not even bothering to hide her excitement, eyes widening and smile starting to stretch on her face.

you chuckle, shaking your head slightly before walking over to her, sitting right next to her.

“what are you doing here?” you smile, grabbing one of her hands in your own— it’s a perfect fit, her bigger hands enveloping your smaller ones. you’re just so so soft and perfect all over.

“i could ask you the same right?” sana laughs, lie rolling off her tongue easily.

“i guess you’re right, i live right around here.” you shrug, eyes lowering to her lips. she grins.

“yeah? me too. i usually come around her for cardio, it’s peaceful.”

she wasn’t really wrong, recently she had been lurking in this area on her morning runs.

“oh, that’s cool!” you say, looking back up to her eyes, giving her the sweetest smile.

“yeah, you know, i was actually wondering if you maybe wanted to…” sana looks around, she can’t believe she’s actually nervous, not like you’d say no to her, right?

“come over? i can cook you dinner, it’ll be a super laid back home-y date.” she flashes the smile she sent you the first day she saw you, praying to anything that you would say yes, that she’d finally, finally have you where she wants you.

you’d finally be at her hands, from then until forever. just how she wanted.

you look at her, knitting brows together as you thought, looking around before shrugging, smile plastered on your face once more.

“that sounds perfect!”

—

sana was sat, antsy on her couch, knee bouncing up and down as excitement jolted through her body.

she stared at the door, waiting for your knock, opting to watch it for the last hour instead of look at her phone, or even bother cooking the dinner she said she would.

it could all wait for once you woke up.

ding!

sana squeals, rising onto her feet and bouncing to the door, not forgetting to grab her pretty pink handkerchief, doused in a generous helping of chloroform. she put the hand behind her back, stepping up to the door before swinging it open.

and you looked stunning.

you hair was done all pretty, makeup too, and you wore the perfect jeans and feminine top. sana just couldn’t wait.

“y/n!” she smiled, opening the door a little wider, motioning with her head to come in.

“hi sana.” you giggled back. the lack of smell in the house confused you, but maybe she waited to cook until you arrived, so you shrugged it off, standing and admiring the large penthouse before you.

“wow sana, it’s so pretty here!” you hummed, clasping your hands togetehr in front of you.

“ah, thanks y/n, that means a bunch.” she lingers behind you; watching as you excitedly glance around.

“so, what’s the plan for— mmph!”

your cut off as soon as your turn to her, her hand pressing the cloth to your nostrils and mouth, other one locking around your waist, ensuring you don’t move while the anesthetic kicks in.

“hey, don’t worry, y/n. it’ll be fine, really.” she smiles, eyes softening as you tried to wiggle out of her grasp. she pulls you closer, bodies flush together and her lips gracing your ear, it’s a bit uncomfortable for her hand that’s pressed against your mouth, but it’s okay for sana to bare.

“don’t make this harder than it has to be, baby. i’m gonna treat you like the princess you are, no need to fight that right?” her breath is hot and damp in your ear, and sends a shudder down your spine. you start to feel more dizzy, your struggles to escape backfiring as you panted in more air.

“that’s a good girl, relax for me baby, i swear, i’ll love you just right.”

she pushes the two of you to the couch, you very clearly stumbling, pulling the both of you into it, where sana grabs the remote, clicking play, and starting up her favorite song. humming along to it gently as she holds you tight, pressing kisses into your hair.

strumming my pain with his fingers

you feel yourself slipping, eyes harder to keep open.

singing my life with his words

sana sings along into you, vibrations only easing your further into slumber, you try so hard to hold on, but you know there’s no use.

“that’s it, that’s my baby, just let go for me.”

you start to slip, feeling yourself on the brink of passing out, the drowsiness striking hard. and the next time you blink, you’re out.

killing my softly with his song

#sana imagines #sana x reader #sana scenarios #sana imagine #minatozaki sana x reaeder #twice imagines #twice x reader #yandere sana #sana smut #twice sana x reader

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jihyology · 2 years

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THUNDERING THOUGHTS,, minatozaki sana.

WARNINGS: sad sana, angst?, well an attempt anyway, reader is dead lol

note for the requestor! thank you so much for requesting! I hope this is up to your expectations, if not I apologise! I’m quite new to writing in general. my requests are open if you’d like another piece, or to have this re-done. <3

serenity was the only thing sana ever seeked, relying on it being stationed where it usually was; within her late night escapades to the willow tree fused into the rim of a mossed pond. the few-minute trip was one the japanese woman often found herself stumbling along, her body seemed to fight off any urges of an idea that could vary from that one destination.

it was quite an underground place, buried deep within hues of green, brown, and stoney grey. cobbled tablets chipped away from one another on the floor, stranded within a field of grass blades and delicate daisies; sana never had much to do, other than reflect, so she often looped the flower stems together. there were multiple of those instances scattered along various tree branches.

moonlight seeped through the gaps within the trees, casting moonbeams along the ripples of pond water. selenes palm cupped sanas cheek, highlighting her face ethereally; she looked peaceful. the minatozaki tilted her chin, eyes fluttering with the same mesmerising delicacy of a butterflies wing; pools of light showcased in her eyes, reflecting in the water before her.

moments like this were nice. and the fact your face suddenly appeared next to sanas made it even better. the two of you had claimed the spot as yours, appreciating how much it fit the other. it was the home that housed the roots of your flourishing relationship.

the both of you would meet there everyday, further nurturing the stem until a flower bloomed. the seeds of life, upped many stages, to become a fully formed asphodel flower.

you sat next to the girl, lulling a small tune of love; you were like a personal jukebox, producing a new song everyday. todays selected sound, was mr. loverman by ricky montgomery. sana smiled, humming along to the tune, and joining in every few lines.

she swayed with the trees, closing her eyes and revelling in the honeyed words spilling from the both of your mouths. your two voices entwined, practically made for you to both melt into song.

sana rose from her seat, pulling you up by your hand. her fingers filled the gaps between yours, fusing them together in a tight lock; her thumb ran along the back of your palm, smooth and intime with the music. the japanese woman took control, twirling you within her hold, and pulling you into her chest.

her arms enveloped your waist, hanging appropriately, head nuzzing into your nape. your hand rose to play with her hair, running your fingers through it like she were fragile, and she may not have been, but you still never wanted to harm her. the two of you swayed, rooted to that spot.

the song progressed further, but the two of you stayed swaying. the song came to its final few lines, and sana sang in time with you. she belted the words as you did, putting all of her emotions into the music. while sana was an idol, and therefore she sang basically on the daily, twice were more known for their happily-themed songs. not this.

this, was a gut-wrenching plea. you knew that. so, you removed your hands from her shoulders, and instead used them to guide her to the floor. sana almost cried, boiling specks of pain spitting from the cup, and dripping too far over the edge. still singing, sana seemed to cool down, but her agony still prevailed.

she hummed the last few words, cradling your face.

and I miss my lover..

with that, and one last smile, you disappeared. sanas arm fell to the floor, as she curled into herself; there weren’t many moments her yearning turnt to hallucinative dreams, but her heart was chipping by the second.

she missed you, and she hated that she had to be the reason why you were gone.

anyone else would tell sana she weren’t to blame, but in her mind it was a fifty-fifty between herself and the storm. it wasn’t pleasant to know some of the last words you heard from her weren’t the ones you deserved.

you deserved a reminder of her love; bitten into your bones, engraved into your skin, carved into your mind. but, life isn’t so kind.

in those last few moments before disaster she said a cluster of words that would bounce from you, and instead affect her. if sana had it her way, you’d get reassurances of love until it took her and your breaths.

instead, she hurled pure heartbreak in a worded form.

“leave then, y/n! you can be replaced, it’s almost too easy for me to find someone else.” it turned out, she wouldn’t stay true to her word. she wouldn’t have in the first place.

you were a constant state of euphoria to sana, a high that let her fly further than even the stars could reach. now, she stayed on the ground, led along tufts of grass, with tears trickling from her eyes.

she stared at the sky, letting her gaze linger for however long her eyes would stay open for, and then repeating. the stars glittered, some clustering together in constellations of various names.

pretty things are lethal, though.

many things are rare. cut into percentages of probability, and thrown aside when a chance isn’t higher than twenty. because, when something isn’t likely to happen, why should you have to fear? I mean, your parents have told you that you’re safe from a probable fear at least once.

but, rarities can happen. and when it does, you’re compressed into a number, stared at in awe. because, it’s not everyday you’re struck by literal lightening is it?

if she weren’t there throughout the situations progression, sana wouldn’t have believed it. but she was.

she had to witness your bodies weak shuddering, the splatters of marks running along your abdomen, and just, well, the pain you had gone through.

sana gazed at the moon, sadly. clouds charged along the sky, flickering, like an old film, displaying bitter wisps of memories.

your face had become pasty, welled with sweat floating along your cheeks and anywhere it could reach. your once rosy cheeks had been sucked of the colour, and left to pale.

your eyebrows tugged together, eyes rolling underneath the sheathed lids. electric currents rode your skin, pulling temperamental tides of agony, something you had grown used to at that point.

sana hadn’t realised she had fallen asleep. it was quite an inopportune time to do so, given a few minutes after the flutter of her closing eyes, yours had opened. you didn’t have long, willing to submit yourself into the dark.

“I forgive you…” you whispered, closing in on yourself when you realised you couldn’t muster enough strength to reach for her hand. you didn’t alert the nurses, you didn’t need to.

with a single tear falling from your eye, you gave in. the tightness behind your eye loosened, unwinding the curtain, and signalling the end of the show.

sana blinked. peeling herself from the thought of it. a tear trickled along her cheek, giving a light tickle, she held the feeling adjacent to that of your hair brushing along her cheek.

that was the past now. but she wouldn’t dare to move on.

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melpomene-writes · 8 months

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minatozaki sana x gn! reader // fluff

“look alive, y/l/n,” jeongyeon says, dropping a stack of paperwork on your desk in your little office in the rear corner of the shop. “i have those preliminary expense reports you asked for.”

it’s at least an inch of unstapled loose-leaf paper, of order forms and itemized receipts and pages of faxed correspondences with a junkyard about scrap metal and hauling services for jeongyeon’s project of the moment.

“pretty sure i asked for these weeks ago, jeong,” you roll your eyes and drop the pen in your hand, “and that i’ve been asking almost every day since.”

there’s a tray on the left side of your desk for incoming documents, a tray on the right for outgoing stuff, and you were in the middle of updating the inventory log — which you had to do before you could call in a round of orders from a local shop — when jeongyeon dropped everything smack in the middle, so that it covered the top half of the sheet you were working on.

you can practically feel your blood pressure rise at the prospect of having to comb through all this. you’ll be at it for days.

“possibly,” jeongyeon shrugs, dropping into the vacant office chair next to the little bookcase and rolling it up to sit opposite of you, “but did you ask me to collect these stupid things for everybody?”

“everybody,” you ask, incredulous. “you mean to tell me that everybody in the shop tracked their stuff down, and that it’s all right here?”

“everybody,” jeongyeon smirks, “i know, i’m good. you don’t have to tell me.”

“you mean to tell me, when i comb through all this, all the half-sheets and torn receipts with god knows what streaked all over them, nothing will be missing?”

“seriously, y/n,” jeongyeon scoffs, “every mechanic in the shop, and all our shit, is in there. even haeun. you might even say we’re all—”

“please don’t—” you try.

“accounted for,” jeongyeon finishes. and then she grins, just like she did when you had collected everything to make last year’s expense reports, and the year before. “where’s your sense of humor? that killed you the first time.”

the first time, you were so overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sort of paperwork necessary for keeping a brand-new business open and in good standing with the irs that you would’ve laughed at anything. you laughed hysterically when chaeyoung tripped over an open quart of oil, even cried a little when momo slipped in the slickness and the lug wrench in her hand went flying.

“this is the third, jeongyeon. three times now i’ve had to hear it.”

“you’re a lucky girl, always being here when i make it.”

“try it on me next year, and you’re going to need a new shop manager slash accountant,” you threaten.

“i’m calling bullshit on that,” jeongyeon says, leaning back in her chair and yanking down the zipper on her jumpsuit, “one, because you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if you couldn’t boss around all us grease monkeys every day.”

“pretty sure i could adopt a few feral cats and let them make huge messes and drive me crazy for a much smaller investment but continue.”

“two, because, while i’m definitely the brains in every other aspect of our life together, this is your place to shine in that regard.”

“what a compliment,” you say dryly.

jeongyeon shrugs again, and adds, “we both know you’re the only one who understands your filing system, and i would probably tank both our credit and take this place under in like three days without you.”

“i literally just file things by serial number and there’s a drawer for each filing year, jeong. plus—”

“bleh, you’re brilliant, y/n, but that’s all gibberish,” jeongyeon sighs, “and, three, you love me.”

“do i?” you ask, even though you’d be hard-pressed to come up with another reason for pooling your savings with jeongyeon to open the first all-female mechanic shop in the state.

“you will,” jeongyeon informe you, “when you look through that stack and notice that our receipts and junk are all sorted by mechanic, and in chronological order. i even threw in some sticky notes for your convenience.”

“holy shit,” you say, actually blown away as you lean forward to confirm that the tops of some of the papers are marked with names: momo and haeun and chaeyoung and… “i love you.”

“duh,” jeongyeon says, pushing up out of her seat, “so, just keep that mind, the gratitude and the love, while i run home to grab my lunch, will you?”

“who’s on the floor,” you ask, before jeongyeon can even drag the rolling chair back to its spot.

“just you and me, babe. momo had to pop over to alexandria to pick up a few parts. chaeyoung should be in soon, though.”

you groan, “pick a timesheet, like, any timesheet, jeongyeon, and find me a shift that chaeyoung wasn’t late for.”

“golden hands, y/n,” jeongyeon reminds you, still creeping toward the door, “and she’s nice enough.”

“and her family did our commercials for free, i know.”

“you’ll barely even know you’re here alone, y/n.”

“uh, yeah,” you complain, “i will, because chaeyoung will be late, and momo always hangs around to flirt with that clerk who gets disappointed whenever we have to make the pick-up instead of her, and your mouth is saying lunch, but my instincts are telling me that you’re still doing all the honeymoon sex stuff with nayeon instead of eating.”

“can you blame me,” jeongyeon says, a little dreamily, slouching against the wall.

“that means i’ll be sitting here, one eye on all this,” you wave a hand over the mess on your desk, “the other on the garage, and i’ll have to talk to customers. customers, jeong. they’re the worst, and they can smell my discomfort.”

“has anybody ever told you you’re too smart for your own good?”

“you,” you respond, folding your hands over the bottom-half of the inventory.

“all of that might be true,” jeongyeon admits, “and it might also be true that someone is only making a big deal about my hot, married sex life and momo’s tawdry flirting with clerk girl because they haven’t even been on a date in months—”

“i’m—”

“a horny mess,” jeongyeon fills in, “trust me, everyone knows. but you’ll be fine, y/n. nobody’s even going to come in, and if they do, just pretend they aren’t keeping our business alive, be your cute, friendly self and sit them down somewhere with a cup of water or something. i’ll be right back, i swear.”

“fine,” you begrudgingly say, “but i’m going to teach you all about this filing system when you’re back.”

“i love you,” jeongyeon beams, and you know that means your best friend is going to use every move possible to avoid looking at the system, “i’ll be quick. thirty minutes, tops.”

“yeah, yeah,” you say, pushing the stack jeongyeon dropped further away to get back to the inventory as jeongyeon disappears through the door.

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jeongyeon’s been gone for fifteen minutes when you look up through the clear glass of the office window to see a car pulling up to the open garage door.

you sigh and push up from your desk to greet the customer at the door.

you’ve done most of the paperwork, and you grumble about it plenty, but you prefer it to dealing with people nine times out of ten. you’d rather leave it to one of the mechanics, who are happy to smile and ask questions and field the sort of casual condescension that comes from the men who drive up without realizing they’ll be turning over their cars to lady mechanics with their girl hands and girl tools — which really refers to all their tools, though you barely gets through a month without one of the girls huffing into the office, because it’s the break room, too, and telling you that another man has felt the need to joke about them marring his car with pink lug nuts or something — or to jeongyeon, who takes a special delight in answering honest questions and seems genuinely unbothered by the idiots who dare to doubt her.

but chaeyoung is late and momo hasn’t gotten back from flirting on that clerk and jeongyeon is, actually, you don’t want to know what jeongyeon’s up to right now, but the point is that you co-own an auto shop, and that means you have to speak to the occasional customer.

it’s a short walk, from the back office to the front of the garage, one littered with little obstacles along the way, and you’re considering throttling aecha if she keeps forgetting to recoil the air hose when she’s done with it. when you get to the front, there’s a woman standing beside her car, a mid-size black sedan of some kind.

you don’t really know the difference.

she’s on her phone, typing away with both hands beside her open door, in an impossibly sharp-looking skirt suit, all pin stripes and cleanly pressed lines. she doesn’t even look up as you approach, doesn’t slow her typing or either close or move away from her door.

you’re going to offer the cheery, but impersonal ‘hi there. how can i help you’, but the woman beats you to the punch.

“can you fit me in for an oil change in the next twenty minutes? i’m in a serious rush.”

she looks up then, this woman with long brown hair pulled back off her face and cheekbones that could probably rival momo’s, and you’re supposed to try to placate her until somebody, literally anybody, shows up for their shift.

you’re supposed to be polite and apologetic and offer her a paper cup of water or a mug of weak coffee and a seat on the guest couch in the waiting room that’s only slightly larger than the office.

instead, you get caught off guard by this woman who, if you’re being honest, is so good-looking that you sort of think she might not be real.

instead, you say, “yeah, i mean, yes. we can, uh, we can do that.”

the woman smiles then, nothing very broad or warm, just the polite smile of a person who got the answer she was looking for, but it’s still a very nice-looking smile and it makes you grin like an idiot.

“no haeun today,” the woman asks, “i think she’s done my last few oil changes.”

“nope,” you say, “she’s off.”

the woman hums somewhat thoughtfully and says, “i didn’t realize you were one of the mechanics.”

you should take the out before you embarrass yourself any further, but you already agreed to do the oil change, and so you semi-truthfully say, “i’m usually in the office.”

“yeah, i know,” the woman says, “i’ve seen you from afar a few times, just pictured you as the management type.”

she doesn’t stumble or stutter or walk back on her words, doesn’t seem particularly bothered with the implication that she’s looked on multiple occasions, into the huge windows of your office and looked you over without you ever noticing.

“no offense, of course,” the woman says quickly, “i’m sure you’re more than capable.”

“mhm,” you nod, still feeling sort of dumb. “i work here.”

“yeah, uh, you do,” the woman says, sort of laughs, even, making no sign that she knows how strange you’re behaving, “are you going to—... is that what you’re going to wear?”

“huh,” you start to ask, and then you look down and realizes you’re in your business casual office wear — because one condition you and jeongyeon agreed to when the two of you decided to open the shop was that you wouldn’t be expected to wear coveralls or anything with your name sewn on it — and say, “no, i’ll just go get into some coveralls.”

you’re walking away from the woman toward the metal container that houses the soft, but so-not-your-style one-piece jumpsuits and start stepping into one of them when you hear the woman speaking up again.

“should i pull into the garage?”

and… should she?

you don’t usually handle this, you’ve watched ryujin wave people forward for some jobs, and you’ve watched garam hop into the driver’s seat for others.”

“nope,” you decide, walking back to her, “i’ve got it, you can wait in the lobby.”

the woman nods then, short and sure, and doesn’t wait for you to open any doors like jeongyeon and the others sometimes do for customers, and then you’re alone with her car, key still in the ignition.

and… you can do this. you have, in the most desperate of moments, when jeongyeon and all of your employees were otherwise occupied, had to slowly, carefully drive a car onto a track that will suspend it in the air. you’re technically qualified in accomplishing the barest of minimums, so you’re sure you can do this.

and… you don’t really do your own oil change, not when jeongyeon’s been doing them for years, but you know the parts. you know what things look like, more or less. you have to, for order forms and inventory crosscheck, and you sort of know where things are going.

the woman is in the lobby and the key is in the ignition and you aren’t sure why you’re doing any of this, but you’re pretty sure there’s nothing you can really fuck up with this — and you’re quietly hoping that jeongyeon’s back in time to take over — when you realize you’ve already fucked up.

the key is in the ignition, the woman is in the lobby, and, when you slip into the driver’s seat, you realize the car has a stick shift.

you’ve only ever driven automatic cars.

you don’t even know how to get the damn thing over the threshold of the garage.

“what are you doing,” a voice asks, and you snap your head up to see momo grinning at you, “and is that mine?”

“what? no,” you say, but you look down, and, sure enough, momo’s name is over your chest.

“you know, even though we call you a control freak sometimes, i don’t think any of us has ever actually thought you were going to do our job for us. or as us.”

“i’m not impersonating you,” you argue.

momo raises her eyebrows.

“fine, i kind of am. but i have a good reason,” you tell her, stealing a glance at the brunette sitting in the lobby on her phone. “and keep in mind that i sign your checks and am solely responsible for getting you reimbursed when you buy parts out of pocket.”

“pretty sure jeongyeon could sign them just as handily but explain.”

“there’s— don’t look,” you beg, “there’s a very busy woman waiting for an oil change in the lobby right now—”

of course, momo snaps her head in the woman’s direction, and connects the dots.

“ah, i see. a super-hot corporate babe needed a lube job, and after seeing that face you couldn’t turn her down.”

“don’t be gross.”

“am i wrong?”

you glare but shake your head.

“then what’s the problem? i would say you just remembered that you don’t have any of the necessary certificates for this, but somehow i don’t think that’s what’s stopping you.”

“i can’t drive a stick.”

“y/n, i know it’s been a while, but the rhythm comes—”

you sock her in the shoulder hard enough that momo winces, “my car’s an automatic. this is a manual. and she’s in a rush, momo.”

“you’re no fun these days,” momo rolls her eyes, “get out.”

“then she’s going to know—”

“that hot lady,” momo interrupts, “her name’s sana something. she comes in a few times a year, super polite, and she’s pretty much glued to her phone until we’re ready to take her credit card. she won’t notice if you aren’t the one pulling it in.”

you don’t fight it after that. you take advantage of a rare bit of sincerity from momo, and let the other woman pull the car in. then you stand at momo’s side as she does a five-minute job of changing the woman’s — sana’s — oil, and listen seriously while momo explains what she’s doing, and more attentively than any of the times when jeongyeon tried to explain it.

you only check over your shoulder once, to see whether the woman has looked up to notice that momo’s doing all the work.

by the time momo pulls the car back out, chaeyoung has shown up, and jeongyeon’s back, too, and you’re not excited for both of them to know how embarrassing you’ve been in the last ten minutes. you consider yourself lucky when jeongyeon autopilots back to the office and chaeyoung busies herself near the batteries.

“keys,” momo says, dropping them in your palm, “just be normal, okaya? she’s a good customer, and she probably hasn’t even noticed how fucking strange you’ve been.”

“you’re probably right,” you say.

“almost always,” momo tells you, as you start to back away, “but, for real, don’t be any weirder. no drooling or crying.”

“noted,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“and don’t forget, if your hands touch when she gives you her card, don’t be creepy and weepy eyed over it. works in the movies, not so much in real life.”

“i hate you.”

“and don’t forget to charge her,” momo laughs, “no discounts, either. the woman who does our books is kind of a bitch about it.”

“good luck on your next paycheck,” you tell her.

“you’re welcome,” momo says just as you get to the lobby door.

the brunette looks up then, as you walk in the door, and she has an odd expression that you can’t place.

“you’re good to go,” you say, getting behind the register, “i just have to ring you up.”

the woman gets out of her chair, pockets her phone, and stands on the other side of the register, reaching into her bag for her card.

silence stretches between you both for a few long seconds, and you aren’t going to try to stop it, not when you’ve only just barely avoided embarrassment, but the brunette breaks it.

the itemized receipt is printed when the brunette asks, “so… are you new to this whole mechanic thing, or…”

“i,” you start, gearing up to dig yourself further into this lie that you had no reason to tell, but this woman is a regular, and she’s seen you before, and she’ll probably notice if you never work on another car again, “you were right earlier. i’m more the management type.”

“yeah,” sana says, and she lets out this short burst of laughter, “i gathered, by the way you hovered over momo’s shoulder while she changed my oil.”

“You saw that, then?”

“yeah…” sana says looking down at the paper you slide her way and handing over her card. your hands don’t touch, and you don’t even cry or drool or whatever. “you’re the management type, and i’m the observant type.”

the brunette smiles then, and you smile back.

“is there a reason why you tried to convince me you were going to change my oil when, by the looks of it, you couldn’t get inside?”

you stutter out your laughter. it dies when you catch sight of momo and chaeyoung, side-by-side watching through the window.

“observant seems like an understatement,” you say, impressed.

“and that statement seems like a way to avoid answering my question,” sana smirks.

“yes.”

“yes?”

“yes,” you say again, and now jeongyeon is against the window, standing back just far enough that sana wouldn’t know she was there if your eyes didn’t bug out at the heart shape jeongyeon was making with her hands through the window. “there’s a reason.”

sana turns in time to see jeongyeon, just hovering, practically attached to the glass, but luckily a second too late to see the heart. she looks back at you quizzically, narrows her eyes for a second, but not in a threatening way.

it makes you feel even more exposed than a gorgeous woman knowing you can’t drive a stick or do an oil change.

you hand sana her card, spinning the printed receipt around for her to sign, and passing her a pen.

“any chance you’ll tell me the reason today?”

“probably not,” you say, “it’s kind of embarrassing.”

sana looks at you again, brown eyes boring into yours, and the woman seems to come to some understanding.

“maybe next time,” is what she says to you and your mind goes to the months that span between oil changes, but then sana adds, and in a quiet somewhat less sure voice, “i should probably get my tires rotated soon. any chance you want to pretend to do that, too? maybe thursday afternoon?”

“i usually take thursday off,” you say.

“friday then?”

“friday works,” you smile. “and i know even less about tires.”

“in that case, we can leave it to the professionals, and you can tell me more about this mysterious reason.”

“i’ll pencil you into my schedule,” you say.

“sounds like a plan, momo.”

you grimace, “y/n, actually. these aren’t my clothes.”

“y/n,” sana says, and then she holds out her hand for you to shake, “i like that even better. i’m sana.”

your hands are touching then, you’re gripping firmly onto sana’s, and you’re trying not to be all gross and romcom-y when it occurs to you that you should ask, “is there a reason why you let me pretend i could work on your car even when you clearly knew i couldn’t?”

sana still hasn’t let go of your hand when she says, “yeah, there’s a reason.”

you think that’s all you’re going to get out of sana, that the woman in the pressed skirt suit who’s probably already spent too much time in the shop will be as coy as you’ve been, but the brunette surprises you.

the two of you aren’t shaking hands as much as holding hands when sana admits, “the gorgeous woman i’ve been seeing from afar for months finally spoke to me, so i figured i’d let her do whatever she wanted.”

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residentflamingo · 11 months

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Little Things That Sana Loves About You 💕

When you draw little hearts at the end of your notes that you leave for her 💕

The advice you give her when she gets nervous before a big concert

"Good luck honey! You're gonna do great tonight. Don't worry about messing up. The real onces don't care about your mistakes, they only care about your well-being. And besides, you're in Twice! That in itself is a huge achievement."

When you tell her stories of the adventures you had when you were a kid

When you get excited over the little things

"Oh look, a lucky penny!"

" Jagiya, I thought that was something only little kids cared about."

"Nope, you silly! It doesn't matter the age. You can still collect pennies even when you're old and grey!"

When you ask her for her opinion on your outfit

She gets so excited helping you go through your clothes, and trying to find the perfect outfit for you 🥺

"Oooo what about these pants jagiya? They would go good with that NASA t-shirt you got over there. Oh, and those Vans! They would work perfectly!"

You just giggle, loving how dedicated she is to help you

Your hips

She loves to squeeze them or rub small circles around them with her fingers when you guys cuddle

The way you pronounce certain Japanese words

When you have her coffee already made for her in the morning a couple minutes before she wakes up

The way you play with little strands of your hair

Holding her hand whenever you get nervous

When you buy Sana her favorite snacks and bring them to her during dance practice

"Hey Honeyyy, I brought you some snacks!"

'You brought me takis?! Thank you so much Jagiya!"

"Honey I can't breathe, you're hugging me too hard."

The funny faces you make whenever you try new food

Hiding behind her during a scary movie

Getting shy after she compliments you

She already has the ring ready to propose to you, she just has to figure out how and when to do it

She’s never been so sure of anything else in her entire life. You make her feel complete T-T

#twice fanfic #twice x fem reader #twice headcanons #twice #sana x reader #sana x fem reader #minatozaki sana #sana headcanons #sana x y/n #sana x you #twice sana x reader

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jade-jini · 4 months

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Firstly, I wanted to apologize for my English, it's not the best, and I liked the way you write, it's very good. And I hope you can consider bringing more of sha-rich and g!p loser reader, I really liked their dynamic 💟

Your English is really good dw <3 thanks for your words, I appreciate it, and don’t worry we will be seeing more of those two, I think there’s potential for a lot of more content in the future

#anon replies #twice sana x reader #sha-rich

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lustspren · 21 days

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Champagne Showers ft Jihyo, Sana

length: 20.8k words ✦

Jihyo, Sana & Male Reader.

Special Guest: Lee Gahyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Queen of Hearts Sequel.

genres: dom! Jihyo, sub! Sana, threesome, double blowjob, bi, oral sex, dirty talk, voyeur, creampie, public sex (Gahyeon), bathroom sex (Gahyeon), sextape (Gahyeon), facial (Gahyeon) ✧

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"Just promise me you'll be okay and send me lots of photos," you told Dubu.

You and her were holding hands in front of each other, next to the line of people who would check in to take their respective flights. It was summer, a direct synonym for vacations. You had no plans of any kind, but Dubu was joining her family in Hawaii, leaving you alone in your apartment with a few free weeks ahead of you. Or so you thought.

"Honey, I'll be fine," she squeezed your hands, "And of course I'll send you pictures, or do you just think you'll never see this pretty face again?"

With a little smile she moved forward and gave you a small kiss.

"If I stopped I'd probably die," you said, kissing her back, "God, I'm going to miss you so much."

"And so do I, but hey, cheer up! You won't be alone all this time."

At that moment the line moved forward. Dubu released your hands.

"Huh? What do you mean by that?"

"Bye honey! I love you!" She blew you a little kiss as she left.

"I-I love you too! But what the hell do you mean?!"

She didn't respond to you anymore as she started talking to the airport staff. You stood there for a few seconds, making sure everything was okay until she finally passed the checkup. She turned once again, smiled at you in the distance and disappeared down a hallway to the right. So you turned around, asked for the taxi back home and left the airport.

The big answer to your big question came to you when you opened the door to your apartment and walked into the living room. Sitting very comfortably on your couch was Park Jihyo, who looked up when you showed up. Behind the sofa you noticed the handles of a suitcase. She smiled and leaned forward, one elbow resting on her knee and her chin resting on her fist.

"Ready for a hot and exciting vacation with me?" she asked with a mischievous tone.

"I'm only going to ask this once..." you sighed, "whose idea was it?"

"Mine."

"Sure, I imagined it," you nodded.

"I can go if you want, honey," she made a move to stand up.

"No! I never said I wanted you to leave. I just, you know, don't like not finding out about things before they happen."

She pouted.

"It was something that came out as an afterthought, sorry baby."

"It's fine, it's fine," you did a gesture with your hand.

You went to sit next to her and looked at her. As always, you were struck by how incredibly effortlessly attractive she was, with her short messy hair tied in a bun. The sleeveless crop top that she was wearing not only highlighted her tits in a hypnotizing way, but also showed off her toned shoulders and arms, a product of the gym sessions she had been doing for months.

"Can I make you forgive me somehow?"

She hugged your waist and rested her chin on your shoulder.

"No need, I've already forgiven you."

Jihyo smiled, she surely expected such a response. She had known you for several months, after all.

"No but, I want to make it up to you somehow baby..."

She buried her face in your neck and began to fill it with kisses that made you weak in an instant.

"You said this vacation would be hot... how hot?" you gasped.

"Why don't we find out?"

Jihyo settled down on the couch, her face hovering over your bulge. She pulled down your sweatpants and boxers and gave you a perfect blowjob to welcome the summer. You came in her mouth, so there was nothing to clean up. She had her pants and panties pulled down only to the beginning of her thighs, you had done it so you could grope her ass while she sucked you off.

"It'll get better later," she said, wiping her chin with the back of her hand, "This is just the first level."

"Right," you nodded, still agitated, "Well, uhm… why don't we go and I'll help you get settled in your room?"

"My room?" She pulled up her panties and pants and stood up straight, you did the same, "Why can't I just sleep with you?"

"Well..." you avoided her gaze.

"I don't think you want to feel so alone at night... do you?"

She snuggled against your chest with both hands and scribbled with one of her fingers.

"Well… no."

"So, what do you say?" She kissed your chin, "I'm the best nighttime company you can have, cutie."

You didn't have to think about it for too long.

"My god, it's okay. You can sleep with me," you nodded.

"Perfect! I promise you won't regret it."

She smiled from ear to ear and stood on tiptoe to give you a small kiss on the forehead. She then went to grab her suitcase and let you guide her to the bedroom.

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That same night you were getting ready to sleep. You already had your pajamas on—short shorts and a simple t-shirt—and you were lying on your bed, watching a YouTube video on your phone. Jihyo had gone into the bathroom half an hour ago to take a bath before going to sleep, and when she came out she did so with only a pair of dark blue panties on. Otherwise, she was completely naked. She spent a couple of minutes drying her ears inside with the towel and putting body lotion all over her body; she then went to lie down next to you. The red fruit smell of her skin reached you immediately.

"You just pretend I'm not here," she said.

Contrary to what she might have been trying to do, all she did was attract more of your attention when she turned on her side facing you and squeezing her naked tits together. You were too sleepy to try anything, so you just covered the both of you with the blanket up to your waist and focused on finishing your video until you decided to sleep.

"Hard to pretend you're not here when you're naked in the same bed as me. Rest well."

You heard a small giggle from her, you smiled too, turned around with your back to her and fell asleep after a few minutes.

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In the morning you woke up feeling hotter than normal, which made no sense since you always turned on the air conditioning to sleep in summer. You tried to stir in bed, finding that you were restricted from being able to do so. Opening your eyes and looking over your shoulder you found that Jihyo was wrapped around you in her firm arms, her tits pressed tightly against your back. Your movement caused her to open her eyes, but you noticed that she wasn't just awake.

"Good morning, sweet sleeper," she told you in a husky, provocative voice.

She lifted your shirt and put a hand in to caress your abdomen while she placed kisses on the back of your neck. Then she used that same hand to put it in your shorts, under your boxers and grab your cock to massage it.

"Good morning indeed..." you gasped.

You turned your upper body towards her a little so you could kiss her. When your cock was completely hard, she pulled down both your clothes and started giving you a handjob.

"This is what every morning is like with me... I hope you don't get bored of it," she whispered against your lips, which sent shivers down your spine.

"Fuck… how could I?"

Jihyo rubbed your cock slowly at first, and as the seconds passed she increased her speed after spitting into her own hand. You got tired of it very quickly, you wanted more, so you gave in to your weakness and asked her to ride you. Jihyo seemed pleased with your request, you could see it in the triumphant expression she wore. She did so, taking off her panties to straddle you and ride you like the best of cowgirls. After a few long minutes you both came—you did it inside her—, and you got up to go make breakfast together.

From that morning on, you and Jihyo spent the entire week living together in a normal way as two good friends could. You enjoyed your vacation in many different ways, the most frequent was going to the pool of the residential complex, drinking cold drinks and swimming; you also watched a lot of movies in the comfort of your home, and went out to dinner a couple of times. You saw her as an older sister figure—taking into account the obvious differences, of course. In a way, your relationship with her reminded you of the relationship you and Dubu had before you were a couple, except that you didn't feel romantic attraction for Jihyo, and you were sure that she didn't feel it for you either. She just took extremely good care of you, and why not say it, she also fucked you spectacularly well.

When the vacations began to feel lacking a spark that would make them memorable, Jihyo opportunely arrived with news that took you by surprise. It was Saturday, you and she had gone out to the supermarket to do a little refilling of the cupboard. When you arrived you went to rest on the couch and Jihyo just went to the bedroom. After about ten minutes she returned and sat down next to you with a jump that gave you a start.

"Guess what!" she said. The excitement in her voice made it sound too loud.

"Don't scream, please," you sighed, "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she lowered her voice, "You don't know her, but I have a friend."

"You have many friends, it's normal that I don't know most of them."

"I know I know, but there is something important with this friend. Minatozaki Sana, do you know her?"

"I have no idea about her. Maybe if I see her in person I can tell you if I've seen her on campus or not, but her name doesn't ring a bell."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," she waved her hand impatiently, "she invited us to a party, a summer party."

"Us?"

She hesitated for a moment.

"Well, she only invited me at first. But then I told her about you and she said it was perfect, that you could come too."

"Aight, I guess it'll be okay. Where is it?"

Jihyo's expression changed. She avoided your gaze and gave an awkward smile.

"Uh… Busan."

You raised both eyebrows in amazement.

"What? Nah, there's no way," you immediately refused.

"But why!"

"Because it's a city I've barely been to, in the place of a person I don't know!"

"So what? You'll be with me! Besides, she's a trustworthy person!"

"Oh my god Jihyo," you put your hands up to your face and groaned in frustration, "Do you know how much worse my social anxiety would get?"

"Honey, you won't feel that way," she grabbed your thigh with both hands and squeezed it, "I'm all the extroversion and protection you need, how could anything go wrong?"

"Just promise me that you won't leave me at any time, will you?"

She rubbed your thigh a few times and then gave you a pat.

"Balto, don't be silly. How can I leave you alone around people you don't know?"

"I don't know, drunk, maybe?"

That got a laugh out of her.

"No matter how drunk I am, I'm not going to let you go, boy."

You removed your hands from your face and smiled. You hated yourself for giving in so easily to her attempts to comfort you and convince you, but you couldn't blame yourself either, she gave you nothing but security.

"Okay, we'll go to fucking Busan, Park Jihyo."

"Yeah!"

She closed both fists in the air and shook them. She reminded you of a baseball fan watching her team's home run.

"When?"

Again the awkward smile.

"Tomorrow morning we will take the flight to Busan."

"You've got to be kidding me," you groaned again in stress and sank into your seat.

"She told me today!"

"Well, very inconsiderate of her then," you looked at her with annoyance, "We have to pack our things, I assume?"

"Yup, for two days or so," she stood up, "Come on."

"Right now?" you really felt too tired still.

"We have to get up very early, so yeah, don't be a weakling and get up."

You had no choice but to reluctantly get up and follow her to the bedroom to pack your things, wondering what the hell Park Jihyo was getting you into.

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The next morning your waking time was 5 AM. You enjoyed getting up fairly early, but that was simply outside your comfort zone. You and her felt like a pair of zombies as you stood in line for the checkup, which moved relatively quickly. In a matter of minutes you were inside the plane, and as soon as it took off, you fell asleep for the entire hour of the flight.

Jihyo woke you up when you were already landing in Busan. You looked at the time on her phone: 8:13AM. The sun was shining outside, without a single cloud to prevent you from seeing the blue sky. It took some effort on your eyes to get used to the sudden change in light though.

"Where will we go when we get down?" you asked, then yawned and looked at your phone.

"Sana is going to meet us. In fact, she should be waiting outside right now."

Jihyo looked at herself in the portable mirror and lightly touched up her makeup, as well as her hairstyle and small areas of her outfit, which was nothing special but which she still wanted to keep in order.

"Well, there must have been some consideration," you said with a wry tone.

When you landed and picked up your luggage, you went through the respective checkout and went to the main entrance-exit of the airport, where the crowd of people hurried back and forth with suitcases in hand. Jihyo took out her phone and connected to the airport's Wi-Fi, attentive to any notification she might receive, you deduced that she was waiting for some notice from Sana. And indeed, the message arrived shortly after.

"Oh, come on. She's outside," Jihyo said.

You left the airport in search of the aforementioned. In front of you the row of parked cars extended in both directions, reaching the curves that faced the highway. The one you and Jihyo thought was Sana was off to the left, leaning against the trunk of what looked like a Toyota sedan. As you approached, Jihyo's change of expression was the confirmation you needed.

She went ahead of you, and with suitcase in hand, she ran with small steps towards Sana, who heard the wheels rolling on the sidewalk and looked up from her phone. Sana smiled as Jihyo approached her, and damn, she was gorgeous. You immediately noticed that her taste in fashion, as well as the aura she gave off, was impeccable and refined. She was dressed in a nice velvety khaki jacket, and high-waisted black pants that perfectly accentuated the curves of her hips. One side of her platinum hair fell over her right shoulder, and the rest of it fell behind her left one. She had a round face with tender features; a pair of cheeks that only invited you to bite them, and pretty lips that invited you to... You blinked repeatedly, you were rambling in your thoughts.

"Minatozakiiiii!!" Jihyo squealed, setting the suitcase aside and opening her arms towards Sana.

"Unnieeeee!!" Sana screamed too, although in a more discreet tone.

They both merged into a tight hug. With her chin resting on top of Jihyo's shoulder, Sana looked you up and down with a little smile. Breaking away from the hug she looked back at your friend.

"Was it a good trip? I really appreciate you guys coming so early," she asked Jihyo, taking her from her arms.

Her tone of voice was so beautiful and delicate that it sweetened your ears. She sounded like a Disney princess, and she could perfectly be one if she put her mind to it.

"Well, we slept for the entire hour, so there's not much to say, honestly," Jihyo laughed.

"Oh, I understand you two must be very tired then..." Sana made a sad face, then looked at you, "I've never seen you before, it would be appropriate to formally introduce ourselves, right?"

You felt a prick in your heart when she spoke to you. As always happened to you when you met a new person, holding her gaze for more than three seconds was more than impossible for you. Jihyo also turned to look at you, and noticing your nervousness she nodded at you as if to say 'Come on, she's not going to bite you’.

"Y-yeah, sure," you nodded. You took a couple of steps until you were diagonal to Jihyo, "You can call me Balto, it's my pleasure."

You extended your hand, and she shook it gently. Her touch felt delicate, as if she were wearing a silk glove. You noticed her eyes on you at all times, but you were afraid that if you looked at her from that distance you would start to stutter more than usual.

"The pleasure is mine, Balto. I suppose I don't need to tell you my name, but I'm Sana. Minatozaki Sana, biomedical engineering student. Maybe that's why I've never seen you."

"Yeah," you nodded weakly, watching the cars pass by on your right, "West wing, right?"

Sana just nodded with a tight smile.

"I've only been there a couple of times, a-and I'm embarrassed to admit it was because the vending machines there had a snack I wanted."

Jihyo and Sana laughed at the same time, you had a hint of a smile too.

"Well, speaking of snacks, how about we go have breakfast? It's on me, and I insist," she raised her finger before Jihyo objected.

"I'd make it harder for you, but I'm hungry and not in my right mind," Jihyo replied.

"I wouldn't have changed my mind anyway."

Sana turned around with a superb smile and went to open the trunk of the car. When it opened, you put your suitcases in there and got inside with Sana. Jihyo sat in the passenger seat, and you settled behind her in the back seats. The entire journey was based on you being quiet looking at the streets of Busan, and Sana and Jihyo catching up on details about their social circle. You didn't know anything, you only recognized one or another name from having heard it from Jihyo previously, but it was fun listening to them talk. Your perception of Sana was not difficult to draw: she was an elegantly spoken person, her tone of voice and her words were always as sophisticated as possible; she also highlighted how perceptive she was in every response she gave, never remaining silent or giving up the last word unless the topic demanded it. She was the closest thing you could get to a Japan Princess today, but despite this you didn't notice her as egocentric or arrogant, quite the opposite, you could be sure that she could be as chill to deal with as Jihyo was.

You arrived at your destination within ten minutes. The place where you were going to have breakfast was a nice cafe on the terrace of a five-story building. Sana was the one who guided you to the tables on the balcony, covered by large awnings that protected them from the hot sun. You sat in a triangle arrangement around the circular table, both girls on your diagonals. You ordered some toast with tomato, mortadella and mozzarella, accompanied by a glass of cold apple juice. Jihyo ordered lemon cake. And Sana ordered baked baguettes with bacon, egg and cheese.

While you were waiting for the food, Sana got some conversation out of you.

"Balto, what faculty are you from? Law, like Jihyo?" she asked you, then took a sip of her cappuccino.

"Uh, no," you shook your head, "Architecture."

"Oh… that's great," she nodded slowly, "Is it as cumbersome as they say?"

"I don't think it's as much as biomedical engineering."

Sana laughed again. Her laugh was as adorable as the way her cheeks stuck out when she smiled. She took another sip of the cappuccino and left it on the table.

"Both have their difficulties, the important thing is how you perceive it. Do you like it?"

"I love it, actually."

"Well, I love my career too. The difficulty doesn't matter," she shrugged, "Oh, how did you and Jihyo meet then?"

Jihyo finally got into the conversation.

"He is Dubu's boyfriend, a good friend of mine. She also studies architecture, in fact."

"Dubu? Kim Dahyun?" Sana raised both eyebrows.

"Aha, her. We've talked to her a couple of times, remember?"

"Sure, sure," Sana nodded, "How could I forget her? Beautiful smile, beautiful hair and beautiful figure. You're pretty lucky, huh?" she looked at you.

You didn't respond, instead of words just a silly babbling came out. You blushed and looked away. Sana giggled.

"Well, he and Dubu went to my apartment to drink and do karaoke. That's where I met him," she looked at you, "The poor guy wanted to run away, she had forced him to be there."

"Really? I hope you don't feel that way. We can go to the airport right now and buy you a return ticket, if you want," Sana raised an eyebrow.

"No!" you said immediately, "N-No, no need, really. I feel good."

Her eyes on you were a huge distraction. You were already awkward at socializing, but with her gaze on you, you directly felt like you were an idiot. Again, she just laughed. You thought she was making fun of you, but it was more like a tender giggle.

Your food arrived seconds later. You had breakfast calmly and without rushing. When it was over, Sana went to pay the bill—without asking how much it was, it should be noted—and you went back to the car. She drove for another ten minutes to one of the coastal areas of the city, where you could already notice that the buildings became much more modern and visibly exclusive as you entered a residential complex.

After passing a few houses and turning a corner, you finally arrived at Sana's chalet. You confirmed what you had previously suspected: she had to come from an extremely wealthy family, because that piece of infrastructure could easily be worth millions of dollars. It was two stories, the lower one being wider in comparison. The façade was simple and elegant, with a perfect balance between exposed concrete and somewhat discolored oak wood. There were few windows from the front, just one from the hallway that divided the second floor. There was a garage to the right, and to the left, a small interior garden surrounded by concrete walls where the entrance was.

Sana took a remote control from the glove compartment and pointed it at the garage, whose wooden plank door began to open in an upward arc. After parking the car inside, you got out and took your suitcases out of the trunk. You left the garage, and Sana pressed the same button as before to make it close. Then you turned the wall to your right and found the main door. Sana entered a numerical combination into a small panel embedded in the left frame of the door, and it turned on a small green light signaling that the door had been unlocked. You went ahead.

"Would you like a little tour?" Sana asked as you crossed the small garden that led to the main hallway.

"I mean yeah, this place is huge," Jihyo responded, seeing a tall tropical plant to the left.

Sana seemed pleased at the answer, and she nodded her head. You crossed the hallway, and when you reached the other side you could already see the sea in the background. You were greeted by stairs that led to the second floor on the right, and a large interior yard on the left; the area delimited by a wooden plank floor to make it stand out from the rest of the surface, which was made of polished concrete. In the middle of this yard there were three groups of wide individual white sofas placed side by side, around two short squares that functioned as small tables. This small area was covered by the shadow cast by small palm trees planted on top of a raised surface that ran from wall to wall. In addition to this, behind the furniture and under a covered area there was a long bar with counters full of bottles behind it. The perfect space for a bartender, basically.

The hallway and inner yard were part of a larger loft, where further ahead, finally entering under the roof, was a large open plan kitchen to the right, a dining room towards the center and a living room towards the wall on the left. .

This open space flowed to the terrace, where the main attraction was a spectacular infinity pool overlooking Busan Bay, which was delimited by a glass fence that also extended around the edges of the balcony. At the edges of the pool facing the house there were two wide beach chairs that were level with the ground, and that protruded half a meter into the water thanks to two concrete pillars below.

"By the way, do you need separate rooms or are you okay sleeping together?" Sana asked as you went up to the second floor.

You and Jihyo looked at each other. Your cheeks felt hot, and she tried hard to hide a smile.

"We have no problem sleeping together," Jihyo replied.

"Wonderful! Then allow me to show you your room."

Sana guided you through a series of wide hallways until you reached the room in question. It wasn't too big, but it made up for it with beautiful views towards the sea thanks to the glass walls on the left. There wasn't much furniture there either, just a queen size bed with a wooden panel as a headboard and a short wide stool with white lights underneath. Without a doubt the most notable thing about the room was that, just like the first floor, it was an open space that connected to the bathroom. Without any walls, no separation and much less privacy for the shower. It was meant for just one person, and maybe Sana knew that.

"Make yourself comfortable and let me know anything you need, please," Sana said as you left your things around the bed. Her hands clasped on her belly.

"A shower curtain, perhaps?" Jihyo joked with a chuckle.

"I'm afraid it won't be possible. Most of the time they aren't needed so there aren't any."

"So if a boat passes by, someone can see my tits while I bathe?"

"They would have to have very good binoculars there to be able to see such a hypnotizing and satisfying scene, so I don't think so."

After leaving your suitcase in the corner of the bed you sat on the lower edge and stretched your arms. You looked to the right to see the sea, radiant and beautiful at that time of the morning.

"Well, it's not like I care," Jihyo said, and then took off her jacket to lie down on the bed.

Sana took a couple of steps back and leaned on the right frame of the door.

"Hey, there are a lot of preparations to make before the guests start arriving, but you don't have to do anything. I have a whole team already hired to do everything."

"Sure? I can help you with the logistics, it's fun," Jihyo offered.

"Dear, as a good heir to my mother, I should be able to take care of everything myself. So no, you just relax here with Balto."

She blew Jihyo a kiss and winked at you before leaving the room. Jihyo stood up and knelt behind you to hug you by the neck. She gave you a kiss on the cheek.

"Well? What do you think about her?"

"I think she seems like something out of a fairy tale. I haven't heard someone so well-spoken since I had dinner with Dubu's parents."

"And she's a fucking beauty, isn't she?"

You weren't stupid, you already knew the purpose of the question from that mischievous tone she added at the end of the sentence.

"I would believe it if you told me she’s a beauty icon in Japan."

"Her mother is pretty well-known in the tech world, so she might be," Jihyo laughed.

"What does she do?" you turned to see her.

"Hmm... do you know Neuralink?

Your eyes widened. You just nodded.

"Well, she is one of the spearheads. I can't tell you exactly what she does because I don't know."

"Damn, she was born in a golden cradle huh?"

"Yeah, something like that. But she's always stood up for herself. She's currently running a project at the university about brain chips. Brilliant mind."

"Does that mean that if she wanted to see us as inferior and worldly beings, she could do so on a basis?"

"Basically, yes," she let out a laugh, "But she doesn't thank god. She's always been a very kind and very sweet person."

"I just hope she doesn't give us caviar to eat, I'd throw up."

Jihyo burst out laughing and pulled you back with her, you fell back between her legs.

You two tried to sleep a little more, but the hustle and bustle that Sana had warned you about minutes ago began to make itself felt within an hour. You had no choice but to go out and watch as the staff that Sana had hired continually left and entered the house, while they decorated and prepared everything for later.

At around 12 noon Sana called you from the lower floor.

"Guys, come down to lunch!" she said out loud.

You were exploring the upper floor a bit, so you heard her easily. You went down. In the kitchen there were already a couple of men in chef's outfits filling the cupboards and putting things into the refrigerator, while preparing a wide variety of foods on the long counter.

"Order whatever you want, they will be happy to prepare it," Sana said from one of the stools to the left of the bar.

"Whatever we wanted?" Jihyo asked, while you bowed politely to the cooks.

"Aha, don't be shy," she insisted.

You and Jihyo were simple minds. You didn't have the slightest idea about rigorously prepared dishes or anything like that, so you just asked the cooks to prepare pasta with chicken and cream. They looked at you as if asking if you were born stupid. All you did was shrug your shoulders.

"Gosh, the house is looking amazing," Jihyo said as she watched the lines of warm light bulbs running from beam to beam.

"Wait until you see the icing on the cake, then," Sana replied, then turned to one of the men perched on a ladder, "Dear, further to the left. That line can't be that close to the corner."

You, sitting in one of the chairs at the dining table, also turned around. She was giving instructions to the man on how to arrange the lights. You focused your attention now on the cooks, who were already finishing preparing the pasta. It looked so amazing it made your mouth water.

"And what are you talking about?" Jihyo asked.

"Myself, of course," she replied matter-of-factly, "As a good hostess I must look beautiful for my guests, dear."

"I don't think that's too difficult, Minatozaki."

"I can always be more beautiful. Don't question me about it."

A couple of minutes passed until the cooks brought the pasta dishes to you. The accompaniment was croutons with tartar sauce and grape juice. You weren't impressed with how delicious it was, as you expected that. Still you devoured every part of your meal as if it were your last. Jihyo tried to be more subtle than you and not look like a savage in front of Sana, but finally her palate worked against her and she ended up looking just like you. Sana had ordered her own dish: grilled salmon with rice and asparagus. In comparison to you, she looked like a royal while she ate.

"So, how was it?" She asked, looking at your empty plates.

"I genuinely haven't had a meal this good in months," Jihyo said, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"I agree with her," you nodded, sinking into the seat to rest.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Sana smiled, "I recommend that you rest and start getting ready. The party will start at 6, and the guests start arriving at 5."

"Four hours, more than enough, right?" Jihyo turned to look at you.

"I think so. I can be ready in less than half an hour," you shrugged.

"Then let's go, Mr. Speedy."

Jihyo stood up, wiped some breadcrumbs off her pants, and patted your shoulder as she passed you. You stood up, gave Sana a shy little smile, and followed Jihyo up the stairs.

The decision of who bathed first was not too complicated. You would shower faster than Jihyo in absolutely any situation, so you were the first to undress in the other's eyes. You tried to pretend that she wasn't watching you and that she wasn't there as the water ran down your naked body, but of course this task proved impossible. You did a few dumb things in the middle of your shower, and with each one you heard Jihyo's mocking giggle in the background.

When you finished showering and turned off the faucet, you grabbed one of the hanging towels and dried yourself as best as possible before walking towards the bed. Jihyo smiled, with her eyes still on you, she stood up and gave you a kiss on the cheek before going to the shower. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as she slowly undressed, hoping to draw your attention to her. But you wanted to be better than her in that sense and tried to ignore her.

You took off the towel with the intention of starting to get dressed, but inevitably your eyes ended up on Jihyo's naked and wet body. The gym worked wonders. Every part of her body was perfectly defined, from her incredibly sexy back to her firm buttocks. That, together with the side profile of her tits and her sensual abdomen, were too much for you. You sat on the edge of the bed with your eyes on her, and taking advantage of the fact that her back was turned, you began to touch yourself.

Your cock became hard in a matter of mere seconds. You rubbed it slowly from up and down, attentive to how Jihyo filled every corner of her body with soap. At one point she bent over because she had dropped the soap—perhaps on purpose—, and when she did so you got a perfect view of her plump pussy for a few seconds. You let yourself go and closed your eyes, moving your hand faster. What you didn't know was that she had seen you over her shoulder at that exact moment, and seconds later she turned off the shower.

When you heard the water stop falling you quickly opened your eyes and stopped as if it hadn't happened at all. You tried to stand up and this time start getting dressed, but Jihyo stopped you short.

"Nuh-uh! Stay there," she said from the bathroom as she dried herself.

You cursed inwardly and sat there, your cheeks red with embarrassment. When Jihyo was completely dry she tossed the towel aside and started walking towards you. Your eyes went to her tits and down her abdomen until they reached her pussy. She stood in front of you and between your legs, she grabbed your chin and made you look up.

"Enjoying the view huh?" she asked, eyebrows raised and her tongue pressing against the inside of her cheek.

She brought one knee up into the space of the mattress between your legs and rubbed it against the back of your cock, which throbbed at her touch. You rested your hands behind you and leaned back a little to look into her eyes. Her knee started rubbing up and down. That alone managed to cause a drop of precum to spill out.

"My needy little boy..." she rested her hands on your thighs and leaned in to kiss you, "How adorable."

You shared a slow, sensual kiss for a few seconds until she pulled away from you to bring her hand to your mouth.

"Come on, spit on it," she ordered, still touching you with her knee.

You complied immediately, releasing a thick spit into Jihyo's hand. She brought that hand directly to your cock in a firm grip, and then started rubbing it like you had been doing a few minutes ago. She kissed you again, also using her knee to rub your balls. And you moaned against her lips as she jerked you off.

It wasn't long before she pushed you back against the bed and urged you to settle into it. You got into bed and rested your head on the pillow. Jihyo climbed in as well and straddled you, both thighs gripping either side of your hips. She wasted no time and impaled herself on you. Every inch of your cock now gone inside her warm, wet pussy.

Jihyo slumped forward and cradled your face in her hands to kiss you again. Her hips began to move up and down. She did it slowly, maybe too slow at first, but she did it so that you felt your cock go completely in and out of her with each movement. As the seconds passed she pushed herself harder, and then she started moving her hips faster.

You saw yourselves wrapped in that tangle of desire and lust that kept you isolated from anything that was happening around you. Of course this didn't mean anything good, because you didn't notice when Sana entered. She caught your attention with a throat clearing. Your heart skipped a beat.

Jihyo quickly jumped off you and fell to the side. She then grabbed the blankets and pulled them over you two, even pulling the sheets out from under the edges of the mattress. Your eyes were wide, but you didn't have the balls to dare look Sana in the eyes for even a second. Instead, you looked at the ceiling and pretended to be invisible.

"I'm sorry," she said with a giggle, "I'd love to let you finish, but now I do need your help with a vitally important matter."

"How long have you been staring, Minatozaki?!" Jihyo exclaimed, the blanket covering her up to the top of her breasts.

"Since you rode his cock. I don't want to ask who the fool was that left the door ajar."

You didn't hide it by looking at Jihyo with 'are you kidding me' eyes? Her cheeks turned red, and she avoided the two of you's gaze. She was better at handling embarrassment than you, so she just let out a nervous laugh.

"I'll be out in the hallway if you want to, you know, finish what you were doing."

She gave you a green light signal and left through the door, which this time was properly closed. Clearly neither you nor Jihyo could finish what you were doing, you had already lost inspiration completely and you were no longer hard. It's not like you care either. Your heads were clouded with shame for having been discovered by the owner of the house while you were fucking in one of the guest rooms.

You didn't put on your outfits yet, instead you put on comfortable clothes to go help Sana with whatever she needed your help. You found her in the hallway so calm, supervising the progress of the decoration on the floor below through the glass.

"Ready?" Sana looked you up and down with a mischievous smile, "Come with me, please."

You were guided to her room, which was significantly larger than yours as it was the master bedroom. The big centerpiece was the wide balcony on the left, right in front of the bed. On it the view of the sea was amplified in both directions, giving a beautiful perspective of the landscape. The balcony, bounded by the glass fence, extended further to the right, but you couldn't see what was on that side since it was hidden behind the room wall. To the right of the room was a small shaggy rug under a wide nightstand made of marble; next was the king size bed filled with pillows and cushions. And further ahead, at the back of the room, a mini living room with a sofa bed on the left, a rectangular table in the middle and on the right one of those chairs that were used in psychology offices. She also had a projector screen on the wall, with a small artificial fireplace underneath.

"Sit down, please," Sana said, pointing towards the bed.

She walked to the side of the room and pressed a button to lower a hatch that formed a wall and covered the balcony. Now you were under the artificial light of the room. You two sat on the lower edge of the bed as if you were two siblings about to receive a scolding from their mother; of course this was not the case, but the level of behavior you carried was worthy of. You were still looking at anything but Sana, but Jihyo did make an effort to try and pretend like nothing had happened.

After closing the balcony, Sana went through a door that was before the mini living room; you thought it was the bathroom, but she came out of there with like four dresses hanging on hooks in her hands. You came to the conclusion that the room was simply much larger than it seemed on its own.

"Very well, you are going to tell me what you think about each one," Sana said with a big smile on her face.

She began to show the dresses one by one, turning them around and putting them in front of her body. As expected, Jihyo, for the simple fact of being a woman, gave much more elaborate opinions than yours, which were only based on: 'I like this color more than this one' or 'I don't know, I feel like this one is more with the occasion'. What you didn't expect was that Sana would have a solution for your lack of eloquence.

"Mmm, I think I'd better try them on," she said, and she began to undress before the disbelieving eyes of you and Jihyo.

The first thing that fell to the ground was her jacket; underneath she was wearing nothing more than a gray bra that gave a slight push up to her more than generous tits. Her jacket was followed by her pants, which, being high-waisted, revealed everything you couldn't see from the breasts down. It was a perfect body in absolutely every way: nice and slightly toned abdomen, lethal hips, a pair of slender legs and an ass that could do wonders with. The panties she was wearing were the same color as the bra, and to give you a little show, she pulled them up just to highlight the shape of her buttocks even more.

She began trying on the dresses one by one; again, Jihyo was acting more normal than you, but you still did your best to formulate good opinions without making your mouth water. Finally, she opted for a semi-transparent red dress, with a long skirt at the back and an inverted V shape at the front.

Sana, being half naked again, approached you, and with each hand on one of your thighs she gave you both a kiss on the cheek. You were paralyzed by the kiss, your cheeks burning. Jihyo on the other hand looked at her with suggestive eyes, not hiding the fact that she was eating her out with the gaze.

"Thanks for the help, cuties," she said between you.

"Anytime, beautiful," Jihyo replied in a lower voice.

Sana gave each of your thighs a light squeeze and stood up straight.

"Feel free to go get ready. I have things to do myself," she nodded toward the door.

You diligently stood up and left Sana's room, heading towards yours. When you arrived you did finish what you had started in the first place—making sure that the door was firmly closed—, and when you finished you began to get dressed. Your choice of outfit was a headache; Jihyo helped you in any way she could while she put on her makeup, but your insecurity and indecision only slowed you down. It took you a little over an hour to finally make a decision: high-heeled black leather boots, black semi-skinny jeans, and an open black shirt with a white tropical print on top of a white t-shirt.

"Damn, you look gorgeous!" Jihyo told you as she adjusted her rose-shaped earrings.

"Not as good as you but thank you," you sighed, looking at yourself in the mirror next to her.

"Oh hell nah," she grabbed your face and made you look at her, "You look amazing, and I need you to feel amazing for the party."

"You know I'm not one of those, Jihyo."

"I'm not asking you to be. I just want you to feel good about yourself."

She shook your head a little and leaned up to give you a peck on the nose.

"Believe me, darling. You look very handsome and you will have nothing to envy of anyone," she remarked, looking into your eyes.

Your only possible response was to hug her; Hold her so tightly in your arms that just that was enough for her to know how grateful you were. You separated after a few seconds, and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you, really," you smiled weakly, "Come on, keep getting ready, it's almost time."

Another half hour passed until Jihyo was completely ready. She gave you a little modeling show, which made you laugh a few times since she was really trying to be funny. The truth was that she looked beautiful; a sleeveless white top with red flowers on it, white flared pants with slits on the sides of the thighs, and white sneakers.

When you were both ready, you went down to the first floor, where the DJ that Sana had hired had already played some house music to relax while the guests arrived. The music was coming from the other side of the open space, from the pool. You could only see the mixing console and the massive speakers installed on each side. You looked around and admired the details of the decoration; from the lines of beach ball-shaped lamps to the lines of warm light bulbs. As icing on the cake, just as she had predicted, Sana was sitting on a sofa in the inner yard; on top of one of the squares in front of her, a bucket filled with ice with what appeared to be two bottles of champagne inside it.

She looked stunning. She was dressed in the dress that you had helped her choose and sandals with straps that went around her calves to below the knee; this, however, was not her main attraction, but rather the red flower attached to the side of her head which made her pretty crimson lips stand out.

"Look who we have here!" She exclaimed, crossing her legs, "Wow, you really wanted to compete with me, huh? You both look incredible."

"You didn't think we were going to make it easy for you, did you?" Jihyo asked, walking past you towards her.

"I said you wanted to compete with me. Not that you were going to win," Sana looked at you and winked, "Toast me, please."

She invited you to sit with her. You sat on her side, and Jihyo sat in the empty square in front of you. With a wave of her hand came a girl in a suit, who reached into the ice bucket and pulled out one of the champagne bottles to open it; as she did so she picked up three fluted glasses and poured the golden liquid into them. Sana thanked her with a smile and handed you the glasses. She raised hers.

"To the start of a wonderful night," Sana toasted, and the two of you clinked your glass against hers.

You had never been particularly a fan of champagne, but when you took the first sip from your glass you couldn't help but take the second almost immediately. It was delicious. Jihyo as well as Sana drank just a sip.

"Oh, it's about time people started arriving, isn't it?" Jihyo asked, looking at her phone.

"Aha," Sana nodded, looking towards the entrance hall, "There's security outside, so they'll come in any minute."

Just as Sana had said, within a few minutes people began to arrive. Luckily for you, there were a few familiar faces, like Nayeon or Han, or a few people you frequented in the university hallways. But the vast majority were strangers to you, and having each one come up to greet Sana for being the hostess didn't help your social anxiety. None seemed too relevant to her, except for a few people she introduced you to. They were three girls and one guy: Kim Minji, Chou Tzuyu, Lee Gahyeon and Kim Yugyeom. All of them, including Nayeon and Han, would be part of the group that the three of you would stay with for the rest of the night.

After the arrival time there were around three dozen people in the house, not counting those who were going to arrive late. There were a lot of people, and soon the bustle began to get louder. Sana stood up and left you with the others to go to the stairs, climb a couple of steps and signal to the staff to turn down the music. Everyone turned to look at her. She cleared her throat to raise her voice.

"First of all, welcome and thank you all for coming tonight. I know that many, if not all, of you had to fly from Seoul just to attend this eventuality. I apologize for that, but," she raised a finger, "As compensation you should know that the bar is completely free tonight, so you can drink as much as you want!"

Everyone erupted in cheers, but Sana raised her hands again to attract attention.

"Oh, I almost forgot. The pool is available to whoever wants to enjoy it. Just keep it clean or no one will leave here until it's cleaned..." she made a small silence, looking into the eyes of everyone she could so they knew she was serious, "Enjoy the party!"

At the end of Sana's speech the music returned, this time to its highest point. Now the walls and floor were reverberating with the sound of the techno house that the DJ was playing. You recognized the first song: Losing It by FISHER. The lights went out to make way for the illumination provided by the decorations, and soon the party came alive on its own.

Small groups of people began to form around the bar, where two bartenders worked together to comply with every order they received. They were accompanied by a security man who made sure that people were orderly and nothing got out of control. Sana being the hostess was able to make her way through the people and order a drink for herself first, then she got one for you and Jihyo. All three were piña coladas. Nayeon and Yugyeom insisted for her to get them one too, but Sana sent them to stand in line like everyone else.

"Let's go take a seat on the couch before someone comes," Jihyo hurried you and Sana.

The three of you went to the living 'room'. The big white couch there was semi-square shaped, with the left side longer than the other. You skirted it on the left; you settled near the end, Jihyo next to you and Sana diagonally to the two of you. From there the smell of food was stronger; in the kitchen the two cooks were already beginning to prepare the appetizers that would later be distributed among the crowd.

"Are they making bacon?" you asked, trying to see what they were doing.

"I don't know, probably. Why, are you hungry already?" Sana asked with an amused expression.

She took a sip of her piña colada and stirred it with the straw.

"Oh yeah, he's as shy as he is gluttonous," Jihyo said.

You looked at her with a grimace and raised an eyebrow.

"Don't you love bacon too?" you asked, trying to defend yourself.

"I love it. He has a point there," Sana said.

Jihyo took a sip of her drink and looked at you.

"Of course I love it. But that doesn't mean that you could eat an entire Burger King menu by yourself if you set your mind to it."

Before you could formulate a defense, Sana's other friends began to arrive one by one. Nayeon and Han settled to the right of her; they were followed by Tzuyu, Yugyeom, Minji, and Gahyeon, who was facing you at the other end of the couch. Immediately the conversation flowed between all of them. It was obvious that everyone had known each other for a long time, a well-established group of friends. And how could it be otherwise, you soon felt out of place since you didn't have much, or rather nothing, to contribute to the conversations. That's where Jihyo and Han came in, who, having already known you before, did everything possible to include you and not make you feel like a zero to the left. You appreciated that, a lot.

"Hey hey, it's time to play something don't you think?" Yugyeom said, leaning forward, "I want an excuse to get drunk."

Han turned to look at him.

"And what do you want to play? Beach volleyball?"

"I'm not drunk enough for that. I have never ever."

The rest of you turned your heads in interest towards Yugyeom, who was smiling mischievously.

"Oh now I have your attention right?" He laughed, "Who wants to start?"

Everyone looked at each other for a few seconds, finally it was Jihyo who raised her hand.

"I'll start, but let's start gently, please."

"But that's boring!" Yugyeom protested.

Jihyo looked at him like she wanted to throw a cushion at him.

"Innocent questions are the easiest to make people drink quickly, you airhead," she looked away, "Aha. I've never ever cut my hair and I've regretted it."

An easy question indeed. The only ones who didn't drink were you, Jihyo, Tzuyu and Sana.

In order, the next one was Sana, who changed the leg that she had crossed and licked her lips.

"I have never ever cried watching a movie or reading a book."

You all drink. Then Jihyo looks at Yugyeom.

"I told you they were the easiest, idiot."

"Shut your mouth Park."

Next was Nayeon, who waved her hand for Jihyo and Yugyeom to shut up.

"I have never ever had doubts about my sexual orientation."

Tzuyu raised both eyebrows and looked at her.

"Wah! I thought you said innocent questions at first."

"That's innocent. I'm not implying anything, honey."

You, Minji, and Han didn't drink. You weren't surprised coming from Jihyo considering her recent history, but you were surprised by Sana, who Jihyo leaned over to talk to. You were close enough to hear her.

"That's nice. It would have been a real shame if you didn't bat the other way too."

Sana looked into her eyes with a sly smile.

"It's fun to eat all kinds of things, isn't it?"

The suggestive tone in her voice was accompanied by a small staring competition between the two of them. They were forced to break eye contact when Tzuyu raised her voice with a slightly more awkward question.

"I have never ever used drugs."

Obviously you don't drink. Sana, Minji and Han didn't either. As Jihyo drank you looked at her with a frown, she could only laugh.

"Honey, in law school you need to relieve stress with a joint once in a while."

"Well, how ironic."

"I know right?"

You and her laughed and then looked at the next person, Minji.

"I have never ever received a slap in public."

Neither you nor the rest of the girls drink. Only Yugyeom and Han did it. Gahyeon laughed.

"You are men. That makes a lot of sense."

You all burst into laughter, even Han. But Yugyeom didn't seem to be so amused. He looked at you and pointed with his arm outstretched.

"He's also a man, why don't you make fun of him too?"

You looked at him and shrugged, not giving a damn. Nayeon immediately came to your defense.

"I attest that there is no guy more calm and quiet than him. Who could slap him in public?"

You looked at Nayeon and said 'thank you' with your lips. She just winked at you and gave you a thumbs up. Yugyeom rolled his eyes and shook his head. The next one was Gahyeon, who raised the tone of the questions.

"I've never received a lap dance."

You all drink. Yugyeom almost choked while he did so as he let out a laugh. He didn't look at you, but you knew he was talking about you.

"I certainly didn't expect anyone to ever give him a lap dance. I don't think he knows how to ask for one."

Absolutely no one laughed. The only one who laughed but more out of pity was Tzuyu. Gahyeon made a confused expression as she looked at you and then at him.

"He's pretty cute, so I'd do it anyway. I couldn't say the same about you."

The general reaction was to raise eyebrows and look at Yugyeom's humiliated face. He didn't say anything, he just took out his phone and looked at it to get out of the situation. Then Jihyo broke the awkward silence to liven things up.

"Well, come on, do it," she nodded at you, "He needs to warm up. He's had too little to drink."

Sana turned to look at you with an expectant smile. She took a sip of her drink, which was close to finishing. She then turned to look at Gahyeon, who stood up without hesitation and walked around the coffee table in front of you from the left until she was standing in front of you. She leaned in to speak in your ear.

"First of all, are you okay with this? I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or something."

Her sudden closeness made your heart faster. Normally you would have stuttered out of nervousness, but this time you took a deep breath so as not to make a fool of yourself. You turned your head to meet her face inches away.

"Don't worry. You go ahead," you nodded.

Gahyeon smiled and also nodded her head. She waited a few seconds for the current song to end and another to start. Slow it Down by Ty Dolla Sign blasted through the speakers. Gahyeon stood up and turned around, and before the eyes of everyone present, she supported herself on your knees with her hands and sat right on top of your crotch. Now you just watched her pretty, long red hair fall down her back as she pressed against your bulge and moved to the rhythm of the music.

You didn't know what the hell to do with your hands or where to put your eyes. She had an incredible ass, more than could be seen above her gray striped white dress. That was where your eyes stayed stationary for a few long seconds. Her wide hips moved back and forth, doing an expert job that led you to finally put your hands on them.

You knew you had a lot of eyes on you, and that's why you didn't dare move your gaze from Gahyeon. If you had, you could have made eye contact with Sana or Jihyo, or worse, with one of the others. That would have made you nervous and made it look awkward. Luckily, and also unfortunately for you, Gahyeon didn't let the song end to stop.

The lap dance had been brief, but it was enough to leave you hard as a rock and breathing heavily. Gahyeon didn't stand up yet, she leaned back still sitting on top of you and pressed her back against your chest to get closer to your ear.

"If I keep going I’m gonna get too horny, cutie, I'm sorry. But if you want some private fun just look at me and give me a sign."

Gahyeon gave you a kiss on the cheek, stood up, straightened her hair and walked back to her seat as if nothing had happened. She had a proud little smirk on her face, and you were left with her offer running over and over in your head.

You continued avoiding glances. You were hard under your pants, and even though no one was going to see anything due to the lack of light, you tried to hide it as much as possible. But Jihyo knew you and she knew your body language. She leaned closer to your other ear with a little smile.

"That ass has to move great huh?"

She giggled mischievously and patted your thigh a few times. Then you both directed glances towards Yugyeom as he took his turn.

"I've never ever had to hide a hickey."

You all drink. The round passes without further complications. The next turn was Han.

"I've never fucked someone twice my age."

You all looked at each other in a mix between expectation and hope that no one would drink, but finally only Yugyeom and Tzuyu drank. Once again you all laughed. Sana leaned forward and looked at them both.

"Come on, tell me how that happened," she managed to say between laughs.

Tzuyu takes it much more naturally than Yugyeom, who seemed almost embarrassed but not remorseful. Tzuyu looked at Sana.

"Well, old perverts sometimes drop a lot of money when they're desperate," she shrugged.

Sana nodded slowly in understanding.

"Darling, I can get you a job as a model at any brand you want. Don't indulge those disgusting old men."

Tzuyu's face lit up. Beside her, Nayeon looked as surprised as you.

"Huh? Are you serious?"

"Aha. My father has a lot of contacts in that industry. I'll call you tomorrow, promise."

Sana winked at the smiling Tzuyu. Then she looked at Yugyeom and tilted her head, waiting patiently for his explanation.

"Damn, I'm not going to give details; I'm just going to say that I had to finance my vacation to the Maldives somehow."

With his answer he now gave way to the next turn, and that was you. You didn't know what the fuck to say, you had to look at Jihyo for help. She leaned close to your ear to tell you what you were going to say. It was a trick directed against you too, but you had no choice but to repeat it.

"I've never ever had a threesome."

You all drink, except Sana. You all looked at her like 'you're kidding, right?' But no one dared to question her except for Jihyo, who looked at her with a frown.

"You're just lying, right?"

"Why would I lie?" Sana raised an eyebrow, "No, I've never had the chance. But a first time wouldn't be bad..."

As she said that she looked at the two of you and bit her lip in such a sexy way that you couldn't help but look at her up and down, thinking of the thousand and one ways you would love to...

You were beating around the bush once again. What brought you out of your trance was the realization that your glass was already empty. And not just yours, but everyone else's too. Sana had to call a couple of workers to bring drinks for everyone. This time you ordered a Negroni, Jihyo ordered a Gin Tonic, and Sana ordered a Moscow Mule. You didn't even know what the hell that last one was.

The whole cycle came back to the very beginning, to Jihyo, who first took a sip of her drink before saying anything.

"I have never ever had sex more than five times in a single night."

It was a pretty bold question, in fact, Nayeon looked at Jihyo with a frown since it was obvious that no one was going to drink. But to your surprise, Yugyeom and Tzuyu drank. Nayeon turned to them and raised her eyebrows in an expression that made you all laugh.

"Mother of a fucking god, how do you have that energy? I do it once and I already feel like I'll be taken by the grim reaper."

"With two minutes I'm already out of soul," Han intervened out of nowhere.

The laughter only expanded and multiplied, even Yugyeom and Tzuyu, the victims of the joke, laughed.

You weren't so amused when Sana's turn came and she went straight for your neck.

"I have never ever been caught while fucking."

The question fell like a bucket of cold water on your and Jihyo's heads. You both avoided Sana's gaze, it still made you deeply ashamed. But you knew she had a proud smirk on her face, and that she didn't regret saying it in the least.

You and Jihyo drink with your face hot from blushing. Nayeon and Han also drink without commenting at all. The rest don't drink, of course Sana doesn't either.

"We'll complete this round and be done with it, okay?"

You all nodded, at that point it was being more than enough, since the alcohol was making more than one of you tipsy.

Next was Nayeon, who asked a question exclusively dedicated to women.

"I have never ever used a common object as a dildo."

The only ones who drink are Gahyeon, Minji and Tzuyu. They thought they were safe from questions, but Nayeon was an expert at asking awkward questions.

"What did you use? You don't have to explain."

The three looked at each other, none daring to speak first. It was Gahyeon who had to sacrifice herself and step forward.

"A cucumber with a condom."

"I mean, that sounds fun not gonna lie. You two?"

Nayeon looked at Tzuyu and Minji, it was the latter who spoke.

"The handle of a hairbrush."

Minji immediately covered her face to fight her embarrassment. Nayeon laughed.

"Damn girl, how desperate were you?" She didn't wait for answers, she just looked at Tzuyu, "And what about you?"

Tzuyu took a few long seconds to respond.

"A pearl necklace. I won't explain."

"You don't have to do it either, but for that just buy some anal sockets girl."

The next turn was Tzuyu's, who quickly spoke to change the topic.

"I have never ever masturbated in public."

She, Yugyeom and Gahyeon drink. Now it was Minji's turn.

"I have never ever exposed myself on webcam."

Saying that she turned to look in a very undisguised way at her friend, Gahyeon. Who just shrugged.

"What can I tell you, being a webcam model is easy money when you have a hot body," she said before drinking, but now it was her turn, "I have never ever slept with anyone in this group."

You, Jihyo, Nayeon, Han, Yugyeom and Tzuyu drink. At that moment you exchanged glances with Gahyeon, who raised an eyebrow in anticipation of some sign from you. She wanted it, but you were still full of doubts. You felt pathetic having to ask Jihyo for help once again, but she was the closest thing you had to a Jiminy Cricket. After explaining her situation to her, she didn't seem surprised, she just gently took your arm and spoke in your ear.

"Honey, enjoy the night as much and as you want. Do you want it?"

"Fuck, of course I want it. It's just that... you know, I'm afraid of making a fool of myself."

"Balto, you'd be surprised how really good you fuck. Now, don't be a whiner and get your claws out."

She tapped your shoulder with her fist and you looked at Gahyeon for a few long seconds as she spoke to Minji. You didn't do anything yet, but you had already made the decision in your head.

Next was Yugyeom. His question was extremely timely.

"I have never ever imagined anyone in this group naked."

Absolutely all of you drink, but you do it while looking at Gahyeon, who was also looking at you.

Next was Han.

"I have never ever recorded myself having sex."

No one except Gahyeon and Tzuyu drinks. Gahyeon kept looking at you, this time as she crossed her legs and leaned to the side just so you could see the width of her hips and the size of her ass. You couldn't take it much longer. You made the damn sign, and she smiled. You stood up.

"Guys, I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

You exchange a glance with Jihyo, who winks at you, and then you leave the living room. You made your way through the people as fast as you could, only one possible destination in your head: the bathroom on the upper floor, the one you knew no one was going to use since there were two more downstairs. You trotted up the steps, and hurried into the bathroom before anyone else decided to do so.

It was a long bathroom, wide enough to walk freely in it. It was funny to imagine yourself as a guy in the waiting room for a porn audition, who would say that at that moment you were almost guessing the future. You leaned your lower back against the sink on the left, so big that it looked like a whole dresser on its own. You crossed your arms and waited.

Gahyeon took longer than you expected, but she arrived after five minutes with a couple of knocks on the door. As soon as you opened the door she rushed in and closed it behind her.

"God, I'm sorry. I had to make a fool of Yugyeom again," she laughed.

"Did he say something stupid again?"

"Everything he says is stupid. But that's not what's important now."

She took a step forward and stood in front of you. You stared into each other's eyes for a few long seconds as she closed the distance, until finally your faces were inches apart. From that distance her absurdly attractive parted lips looked irresistible to you. You couldn't help but let yourself go and grab her face to kiss her.

Her lips were not only amazing, they felt amazing too. They didn't feel like any pair you had kissed before, these were like two delicious gummies because of how soft they were. As if that weren't enough, she was an excellent kisser.

She left her phone on the sink and wrapped her arms around your neck. One hand rested on your left shoulder, and the other on the back of your neck to caress the hair there. You deepened the kiss, now she invited you to swirl your tongues in an intense exchange of saliva and gasps. At that moment you remembered what Jihyo had told you: 'Get your claws out.'

Putting any possible shyness aside, you brought your hands directly to Gahyeon's ass and squeezed each of her buttocks tightly. She didn't bother to hide her surprise.

"Mmm, you're not as calm as you seem huh?" she murmured against your lips, "Grab as much as you want, go on."

She crashed into your lips again, and you scrunched up her dress on either side of her hips to slowly hike it up until it was swirling around her waist. You left her nice round butt exposed; you wasted no time in squeezing it again, this time feeling the milky soft skin against your fingertips. The flesh of her ass felt tender, perfect for spanking a few times to make her moan against your lips.

Gahyeon didn't leave her hands still up for long. She reached down to grab your cock over your pants. You were hard from before, she just had to squeeze it a little and start massaging it gently with her small hand. In a matter of seconds she had already unbuttoned your pants and unzipped you; then she put her hand in your boxers to pull out your cock and rub it slowly. You gasped and brought your hand between her buttocks, using your two fingers to rub her slit over her panties.

"Before I feast on your cock... can I make a request of you?"

"Hm?"

Gahyeon took the phone from the sink and pressed it against your chest for you to pick up. Then she fell to her knees in front of your cock.

"Make sure you record everything. And when I say everything, that's everything. But don't turn on the flash, I don't want to go blind."

It really was something you didn't care about at all. You didn't know what she was going to do with that video, but you were okay with at least not showing your face. She unlocked her phone for you and you accessed the camera, held it vertically and started recording.

The first thing Gahyeon did was lower your pants and boxers to her ankles, then she gave you a wonderful first contact with your cock; she pressed her beautiful lips against the back of it and filled it with wet kisses. She also kissed the sides of your shaft, and then used her tongue to give you a long lick all the way to the tip, where she didn't hesitate to grip her lips around.

She took half of your cock in one smooth motion, making you moan as you watched her through the screen. Her head began to move back and forth, slowly so that you could feel how satisfying her lips were there too. She wasn't just seeing your panting face as she slurped on your shaft, you felt like she was also seeing through your soul.

Gahyeon's hand went to your balls to squeeze them into a soft bunch and then left it gripping around your base. You lost eye contact as she focused on taking a couple more inches into her mouth and increasing the pace considerably. You lowered the phone to now record from the side and capture every detail of the lewd act, trying to comply with her request in the best way possible.

She pumped her head faster, filling your cock with saliva in an amazing messy blowjob. Completely ignoring the camera she looked up to meet your eyes again. What she was looking for was to know if she was doing it in a way that you liked; she found your mouth half open and your brow furrowed in pleasure. More than positive confirmation.

"Mmm, you look even cuter getting your cock sucked," she said as she pulled you out of her mouth, now sucking on your balls as she stroked you with her hand.

After a few seconds she dove back into your cock. She threw aside any sense of restraint and simply began devouring your cock with frantic pumps. After a few seconds she removed her hand from around your base and brought her lips further; her nose rested against your pelvis, and feeling your tip rub against her throat made you moan louder. You returned to the initial recording angle, and she looked directly into the camera as she made gagging sounds against your cock.

She pulled you out with a sharp intake of breath, then brought her hand back to your cock to jerk it off.

"Do you have condoms? I left my handbag downstairs."

"Y-yeah, my wallet is in my pants pocket."

Gahyeon reached into your pants pocket and pulled it out. She rummaged through the sections of it, until she finally pulled out a condom.

"Do you want to see a magic trick?"

She didn't give you time to respond. She quickly opened the envelope, took out the condom and held it between her lips; then she took your cock with her hand and put it on you using her mouth. You captured everything up close on camera, and it was probably one of the hottest things you've ever seen. With the condom already on your cock Gahyeon stood up.

"Go ahead, fuck me however you want baby," she said over your lips, then gave you a small kiss.

You stepped away from the sink, and used your only available hand to grab her arm and bend her against the edge. Her face was inches from the mirror, floating above the faucet. Her dress had fallen down again, it was up to you to pull it back up and around her waist again. With her ass exposed again she lifted it up as high as possible, making it twice as attractive for you to grope and squeeze.

She looked at you over her shoulder with her lips panting. She moved her ass from side to side, and you slapped your cock several times against each of her butt cheeks while looking into her eyes. You soon stopped your foreplay and grabbed the hem of her white lace panties to pull them down to her knees in one fell swoop. You shifted the phone to your left, now using your right to reach between her thighs and rub her slit up and down. Her pussy was more than ready for you, it felt extremely wet and soft. You took your cock in your hand, rubbed it a few times between her folds and took it inside her.

"Mmm! Wait wait!" she sputtered, "Slow... it feels so fucking big, god."

Through the mirror you saw her face twisted in a mixture of pain and pleasure; you didn't want to hurt her in any way, so you were as careful as possible as your cock slowly worked its way into her. When you were impaled deep inside that hot silky pussy, you rested for a few long seconds. Gahyeon didn't say anything, her face was paralyzed by the sensation of being completely stretched. It wasn't until a few seconds later that you saw fit to start moving.

You brought your only available hand to her waist, clinging there as you slowly pumped back and forth. Your cock went in and out completely without much difficulty; it disappeared between her buttocks in an almost hypnotic way, which led you to squeeze her left buttock and spread it, just to get a better shot of how her pussy was being fucked faster every second.

"That's it... give me more baby, fuck that hot pussy good," she moaned, watching you through the mirror and the camera.

In response you raised your hand and gave her a spank on the buttock that you had squeezed seconds ago. You caused her to squeal, and also to voluntarily lift one of her thighs to rest on the edge of the sink. You returned your hand to her waist, letting your fingers tightly grip on the soft flesh there. You moaned out loud, increasing the pace to now give strong and constant thrusts to her pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Gahyeon whimpered, holding on to the faucet with both hands, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

She dropped her head between her shoulders, letting herself be carried away by the pleasure your strong thrusts gave her. Above the muffled music that was playing outside, the sound of Gahyeon's buttocks being slammed again and again by your pelvis. You gave her butt cheek another spank, her skin now marked in a dull red. And speaking of red, her long hair, held behind her head by a clip, looked too cute hanging down her back not to pull on it.

"W-when you're going to cum… take off the condom and paint my face!" she screeched, seeing you again.

"I got you."

You grabbed a handful of her hair in your hand and pulled it back. Her pussy clenched around your cock; her moans were interspersed with screams and grunts, and you couldn't do anything but fuck her with everything you had.

Her body bounced back and forth violently, at one point you were even afraid that she would hit her forehead on the mirror, but that's why you kept her face away by pulling her hair back; you didn't pull it too hard for fear of going overboard, however it was more than enough for Gahyeon to reach her orgasm.

"Yessss!!! Mmmm!! Don't fucking stop!!"

In her desperation to look for something to hold on to, she unintentionally turned on the faucet water, something that would have made you laugh if it weren't for the fact that you yourself were close to your orgasm. You grunted in pleasure and let go of Gahyeon's hair to give her another spank, fucking her mercilessly through her ecstasy. You hadn't looked at the phone screen for a while, when you did you realized that the shot was a little crooked and that you weren't capturing everything in its maximum splendor; to correct it, you changed the phone from your hand once again and lowered it, recording again from the side to capture in close-up how your cock hammered her pussy.

After a few seconds you felt the tingling, and in one quick movement you left Gahyeon's pussy to remove the condom as quickly as you could; in that period of time she had already lowered her thigh from the edge of the sink and had turned to fall on her knees to the floor in front of your cock.

You stroked your cock as fast as you could, moaning loudly as you recorded a perfect shot of Gahyeon's face as she closed her eyes and left her face as a canvas for you. As you reached your peak you let out a louder moan, while thick jets of semen came out of your cock and landed on Gahyeon's beautiful face; soon it was covered in a thick layer of white, she had to wipe her eyelids with her fingers to open her eyes, then she looked at you and smiled at the camera. You couldn't help but blush.

"You liked it huh? You came a lot..."

She took your cock with her hand and started rubbing it all over her face, collecting as much cum as she could with it and then putting it in her mouth and cleaning it. It was one of the hottest things you could ever see in your life; you had to make a great effort not to faint right there. She repeated that process a couple of times, until finally both your cock and her face were 'clean'.

"That's it, cut."

You stopped the recording diligently. Then she stood up, pulled up her panties, and pulled her dress back down. She took the phone from your hand and placed a warm kiss on your cheek.

"Thanks cutie. You're a great fuck," she said with a little smile.

"I can say the same about you. And hey, thanks to you. Uh… You didn't do it just because you're drunk, right?"

She laughed. You pulled up your boxers and pants again.

"Huh? I'm not drunk, silly."

She turned and began to wash her hands in the sink, your eyes met in the reflection of the mirror.

"I fucked you because I found you genuinely cute and I certainly wasn't wrong in thinking you would fuck amazing."

She lowered her face to wash the sticky parts of her face, being very careful not to ruin her makeup too much. Meanwhile you looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting your outfit and your hairstyle. You thought now was your time to make a move.

"Well, I wasn't wrong either in thinking that ass would be wonderful."

Gahyeon raised her head and looked you up and down with a smile.

"Do you want my number? I would love for you to enjoy it more."

That, ladies and gentlemen, is a masterful victory.

"Yeah, sure," you nodded, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

You waited patiently for her to finish cleaning her face so she could dictate her number to you. You did the same with yours.

"Look for me on Instagram too: fox._.zzlo_"

You chuckled.

"Wasn't there a more complicated name?"

"Everyone I tried was already taken, it's not my fault."

You both followed each other on instagram as well. You were lying if you didn't say you were embarrassed by the difference in your feeds, a lot versus almost nothing. Your self-esteem didn't go that far yet.

"You go out first, I'll come down later," she told you.

"It's not like anyone is suspicious anyway, but aight."

"You have to maintain a certain degree of impudence, darling."

She patted your shoulder a couple of times, blew you a kiss, and urged you to leave. You did so, leaving her alone in the bathroom.

The loud music and bustle filled your ears once again. The difference in environments was overwhelming, you even considered running into the bathroom with Gahyeon again, but you were going to look like a chihuahua with nervous problems. You recognized that the party was at a high point when you looked over the railing and saw the vast majority of people dancing in the inner yard. The mere thought of having to get in there was overwhelming, but you had no choice.

Going down you made your way through the crowd, who were dancing to the rhythm of Lady Gaga's Applause. You were desperately looking for a friendly face, but you only found people that you only waved at from a distance when you were at university. After a few seconds of searching you finally found it. Even though she wasn't exactly who you were looking for, you were grateful.

"I hope Gahyeon was a nice fuck!" Minji exclaimed so you could hear her over the music, "Do you dance?"

Minji had something undecipherable about her; every movement and every expression she made was stupidly attractive, as if she knew perfectly how to use every one of her good qualities. That way it became rather impossible for you to reject her offer.

You sighed and shrugged.

"Yeah, why not."

You approached her so she could put her hand on the back of your neck. You didn't dare touch her with your hands out of mere respect, but you stayed close enough to her to feel the warmth of her body and the subtle scent of alcohol emanating from her. The song opportunely changed to SexyBack by Justin Timberlake. She danced amazingly, which was appreciated since you were pretty close to stinking at it, but you did your best.

"You know? You look like a good guy. Thank god you're not like that jerk Yugyeom."

"He doesn't have much of a good reputation, does he?"

She shook her head. She was staring at you, but you avoided her gaze.

"Not the best of personalities, as you may have noticed."

"Yeah, I can tell."

"All the girls he's been with leave him after a couple of weeks because he's unbearable. Tzuyu is probably going down the same path."

"They are...?"

"Oh yeah, but it's a recent thing. They won't last long."

She took both of your hands and made you put them on her waist, as if telling you to stop being so clumsy. Her body pressed against yours; you just let yourself be carried away by her magnificent movements. You now had to speak in her ear.

"You seem very sure of that, don't you think it's hasty to say so?"

Minji laughed into the side of your face, then wrapped her arms around your neck and placed a hand on the back of your neck.

"Well, as always, there is a chance that something will click and turn out well. But out of every ten girls, ten get hurt by that fool."

"And why do girls still go out with him?"

Minji shrugged.

"God knows why. But that's none of your business, you just worry about keeping who you are and behave."

The song ended, she gave you a kiss on the temple and let go of you. You looked into her eyes.

“I do what I can,” you nodded.

"Yes, I know you do," she smiled, "Oh, look who's here."

You turned to your right. Gahyeon emerged from the crowd, perfectly groomed and impeccable as if nothing had happened. She stood next to the two of you.

"Would you leave her to me for a bit, baby?" she winked at you.

"Of course, I was already leaving."

You returned the wink, smiled at Minji and walked past the two of them to resume your search for the two people you had been trying to find for ten minutes already. Among the entire crowd you found Nayeon and Han dancing, as well as Yugyeom and Tzuyu. Right at the division between the inner yard and the open space you found the two of them. To your surprise, or maybe not so much, they were dancing too close together.

Jihyo had Sana holding her waist from behind, her chin resting on her shoulder with a little smile of being quite tipsy. Sana on the other hand had one hand loose and the other extended behind her, holding onto Jihyo's neck as they danced. You hesitated to approach them for fear of disturbing them, but you had absolutely no one else, and going out there alone was not an option.

Luckily for you, you made eye contact with Sana, who immediately motioned for you to join the two of them. You obeyed and approached the two of them, standing in front of Sana with some distance between you. You moved to the rhythm of the music with the two of them.

"Everything okay, honey?" Jihyo asked you.

"Uh.. .yeah, everything's fine."

Sana grabbed your shirt and pulled you towards her, you were now dangerously close to her face and the rest of her body.

"Don't be shy, silly."

You looked into her eyes for a few long seconds; her smirk and sensual expression were hypnotic, as was the way she moved her hips and enjoyed herself. You two were close, but your bodies didn't touch until the atmosphere heated up.

Halfway through one of the songs you were dancing to, Sana grabbed you by the waist and pulled you even closer, now pressing your bodies together to wrap both arms around your neck. You and Jihyo danced with her in between you for several songs, practically making a tight sandwich that was driving you crazy for her. Everything escalated too quickly, the spicy hands went from here to there over every corner of Sana's body, and she was enjoying it almost as much as you were. You could have even sworn you heard her let out a very subtle moan.

Maybe things escalated too, too quickly, because something you didn't think would happen so soon happened. Sana looked at you with eyes full of desire, her mouth half open in pure sensuality and her hands on your neck, rubbing the slightly sweaty skin there; then she brought her face closer to yours, and without a second's hesitation she kissed you.

Everything around you felt like being in a painting, too perfect to be true. You were completely paralyzed. It was just a kiss, it shouldn't be a big deal; but it was Minatozaki Sana's lips that you had pressed against yours. Again, it shouldn't have been a big deal, she was a person like anyone else. But that felt like being kissed by Galadriel herself.

When she separated her lips from yours, you met Jihyo's knowing eyes, who also looked at your mouth, making her intentions very clear. To test if you understood, you leaned over Sana's shoulder and kissed her too. It didn't end there: after kissing Jihyo, Sana turned around and met her eyes. The two of them also kissed, giving you a little show that was enough to make you hard.

As soon as the two of them finished their mini make out session, Sana grabbed you by the back of your neck and leaned close to your ear.

"Let's see how you behave the rest of the night to see if you deserve to fill my pussy or not."

A chill ran down your spine. The song ended shortly after, and at that moment Yugyeom approached you to tell you that everyone was going to play major or minor with cards. You didn't know if anyone else had seen you, everyone was engrossed in their own world and you didn't think everyone had stopped just to watch the three of you kiss. It wasn't something relevant to know, but you were more afraid of what they might say about Sana than about you.

Hours passed and the alcohol levels gradually became higher in your bodies. Sana became much closer and more affectionate to you and Jihyo; she lets Jihyo handle her at her will, and she is possessive of you over the other girls. Whenever Gahyeon and Minji tried to make you dance with them after finishing a song, Sana would pull you back with her so you wouldn't get separated from her. You weren't drunk, but you were standing on a fine line that could be crossed at any moment. But the most important thing of all is that you were having the time of your life.

However, the best was yet to come.

At some point around midnight the lower floor of the house began to be invaded by a crowd of people dressed in suits and tiki masks; they carried large water guns and tanks on their back, making them look like they were carrying flamethrowers—you hoped they weren't. The three of you were at the kitchen counter eating prawn and bacon skewers when this happened. You and Jihyo were surprised, but you had a certain level of concern since you didn't know what the hell was happening. Sana leaned towards you while she watched the people in suits settle in different parts of the floor.

"Take that face off, it will be a pleasant surprise. I'm just warning you to prepare to get really wet."

That phrase contained a clear double meaning that she accentuated in the word 'wet'. Your head was flooded with thoughts, many of them not exactly chaste. However, everything was quickly eradicated when you heard LMFAO's Champagne Showers start playing. In that moment, you understood perfectly what it was all about.

Sana took you both by the hand and took you to the 'dance floor', where both the tiki people and the rest of the guests began to dance and jump euphorically to the iconic song. The three of you joined in the commotion, laughing and enjoying the moment as enthusiastically as possible.

The moment approached, that peak point of the song where the 'pop' arrived and everything exploded. The tiki people stopped their dancing and focused on preparing their weapons for what was to come. They pointed it in the air and waited.

"Shake that bottle and make it, pop."

They opened fire and the crowd erupted in an explosion of euphoric screams and laughter. The powerful jets flew through the air in all directions, and it didn't take long for you to receive several of them. The unmistakable aroma of the liquid instantly confirmed what you suspected from the beginning of the song, and which was actually quite evident: it was a Champagne Shower.

The end of the song continued until the tiki people had emptied their tanks and absolutely everyone present was drenched in champagne. That was the spark that ignited a next phase of the party: many, already soaked and euphoric, took off their clothes and jumped into the pool. The sounds of splashing mixed with the music, creating a cacophony of joy and celebration.

Like everyone else, the three of you were completely soaked. Your clothes clung to your body, revealing every detail of your figures. Your eyes fell on Sana and Jihyo, admiring the curves and shape of her breasts. You didn't bother to hide your gaze, and they didn't seem bothered by it either. In fact, Sana even seemed pleased that you could see her sexy body again.

Sana took your hands once again and pulled you towards her, brushing your ears with her lips.

"I could use a change of clothes. Would you walk me to my room?" she whispered.

Neither you nor she hesitated for a single second to respond affirmatively. Sana smiled and, without letting go of your hands, she guided you up the stairs to her room. You still couldn't shake the subtle feeling of unreality. If you looked back, everything seemed to have happened too quickly: just a moment ago you were having breakfast with her on the terrace, and now you were heading to her room for what could be the best fuck of your life.

As soon as you crossed the threshold of Sana's room, she pulled you into a fiery kiss, enveloping her body in yours. Your arms instinctively clung to her small waist, feeling the wetness of the fabric and the firmness of her skin against yours. You responded to the kiss with the same intensity that she had from the beginning. Between the heat of the kiss, you felt Jihyo position herself behind Sana, kissing her neck with heavy breathing.

"Fuck, I've been waiting for this moment all night," Jihyo whispered, "Can I take off your dress now, cutie?"

Sana separated from your lips and responded between gasps into your mouth.

"You would do me a big favor, go ahead."

Jihyo did not hesitate to unzip Sana's dress all the way down and remove the straps from her shoulders to slowly lower it to the top of her abdomen. Sana kissed you again, so you couldn't get a glimpse of her pretty tits once they were freed. But she made up for it by bringing her hand right to the bulge in your pants, groping your cock hard over the wet fabric of your pants.

You had to let go of Sana for a moment so Jihyo could finish pulling down the rest of her dress, but you wrapped your arms around her again, and the feeling was one of the most pleasurable you could have ever experienced; being able to touch that beautiful, perfect body to your liking felt ethereal, especially when you brought your hands to her tits and squeezed them between your fingers.

At that moment Jihyo filled Sana's wet back with kisses and licks that made her gasp against your lips. In search of feeling even more of Sana's body you now brought your hands to her perfect ass, which you squeezed as hard as you could; giving her buttocks an intense massage over her panties, which were already screaming to be taken off.

After a few seconds, Sana separated from the kiss and you were able to admire her statuesque, semi-naked body, more closely than a few hours ago. Her tits were stupidly perfect, with an average round size and a pair of pink nipples that made your mouth water. Sana looked at you with a sly smile, satisfied with your reaction.

"Well? What do you think of them?" she asked, her hand on your cock.

Jihyo also looked at you with the same little smile, she then ran her hands in front of Sana's body and squeezed both of Sana's tits for you, she shook them up and down as well. Then she answered for you.

"Look at his eyes, of course he loves them. I bet he wants to suck them too."

Sana grabbed your chin and caressed it with two of her soft fingers, looking into your eyes.

"Is that so, my pretty boy?"

What Jihyo had told you crossed your mind again: 'Get your claws out.' They might have expected a more passive response from you, conforming to the dominant energies they were transmitting, but you decided to become proactive.

"Why don't you come to bed with me and find out for yourself?"

Jihyo looked visibly surprised, but she also nodded with a proud little smile. Sana didn't seem all that surprised, since you were probably giving her what she wanted, someone to dominate her. That was like a turning point, since now Sana saw you with different eyes. No longer like a mistress, but like a girl who wanted you to fuck her brains out.

"Lead the way then," she gestured toward the bed.

You broke away and walked towards the bed with her following behind you. You sat on the bottom edge of it and leaned back, both hands resting on the mattress behind you. She immediately went to straddle your lap, gripping her thighs on either side of your hips. Jihyo also climbed onto the bed, and she crawled up to kneel behind you.

You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around Sana's torso and pressing her against you, plunging your mouth directly into her perfect pair of tits to suck on her nipples. Jihyo behind you took off your shirt and took your shirt out of your pants to lift it up, this way lifting it from your arms and taking it off as well. She hugged you from behind her and filled your back with wet kisses, also going up to your shoulders and the back of your neck; at that you ate both of Sana's soft mounds hungrily, while she ground her hips against your lap and moaned above your head.

"It's not fair..." Sana gasped, "I'm the only one naked here. I want to see you both."

Jihyo rested her chin on your right shoulder.

"And why don't you help me then? We can help our pretty Balto too."

As much as you didn't want to do it, you had to stop eating Sana's tits and let her go. She thanked you with a peck on the lips and stood up with Jihyo. The two of them stood less than a meter away from you and shared a steamy kiss, Jihyo's hands on Sana's waist and Sana's on her shoulders.

Jihyo buried her face in Sana's long neck, filling every corner of it with wet kisses and giving her intense sucks that were with the sole intention of marking territory. Sana used her hands as well as she could to remove Jihyo's top, and in doing so she also removed her bra, leaving them both on equal footing. Again they hug and kiss for another long seconds, in which Jihyo saved Sana work and took off her pants herself. Now the only thing separating them from being completely naked were her panties; Sana's were as red as the flower she still had on the side of her head, and Jihyo's were white.

They broke the kiss and Sana turned to look at you. She smiled from ear to ear looking between your legs.

"That thing is going to tear your pants with how hard it is."

Jihyo, who was kissing her chin and jaw, also turned to look at you.

"Come here, pretty boy."

You took off your shoes and stood up to stand in front of the two of them. Immediately they acted and each took one side of your neck to kiss it. Sana was more delicate and passionate with her kisses, but Jihyo attacked your neck in the same way she did Sana's, as if she wanted to mark territory. Between kisses they took turns undressing you; Jihyo took off your pants, while Sana was in charge of taking off your boxers.

Once completely naked they left your neck and went down your collarbone and chest, passing through your abdomen until they fell to their knees in front of your erect cock. Sana's eyes lit up when she saw it for the first time. She took it with one hand and moved it in each direction to detail it.

"Oh my god..." she gasped, "This is probably the biggest cock that's ever going to fit in this fancy mouth."

She gave it a little kiss on the tip to see your reaction, seeing that you had a little shiver she giggled and gave your tip a little suction to now kiss the back of your shaft.

"And his cum is delicious… why don't we give it a try?"

Jihyo joined Sana and grabbed the right side of your cock to kiss it as well. Both pairs of lips ran over every corner of your cock between wet kisses and long licks, drawing small moans out of you every few seconds. Your hands went to the back of their necks and held on there as Sana now swirled her tongue around your tip and Jihyo sucked on your balls.

The first to take you into her mouth was Sana. She took only a few inches of your cock at first, giving you slow, strong sucks with her eyes on you. Within a few seconds she released you, now licking the backside from top to bottom and meeting Jihyo's tongue on the way. When both tongues came into contact, they raised it at the same time to your tip, where they converged in a sensual maelstrom of saliva and viscosity.

You moaned louder as the two of them made out with your cock right in the middle; they didn't stick to just your tip, they went down along your entire length kissing and licking. When your cock was soaked in a mixture of both of their saliva, Jihyo took her turn to wrap her lips around you. Unlike Sana she took a few more inches, reaching a little more than halfway down your shaft before pumping her head slowly.

Despite starting out slow, Jihyo picked up pace quickly, slurping on your cock hungrily as she held onto your right thigh with both hands. Sana didn't stay still, she was in charge of licking underneath the area of your cock that Jihyo didn’t reach with her mouth; she also massaged your balls with her gentle hand, and with the other she rubbed your thigh.

Jihyo pulled you out of her mouth with a sharp breath, giving your cock slow strokes over the area she had sucked to let Sana continue doing her work. She looked into your eyes intently; you held her gaze for as long as you could, then she took your cock and guided it back into Sana's mouth.

This time Sana went further, to your surprise taking almost the entire length of your cock into her mouth; she reached the end showing a slight gag reflex, but that didn't stop her from putting all her effort into giving you a wonderful blowjob. She moaned around your cock with each pump, making it obvious that you weren't the only one who deeply enjoyed that.

Jihyo let Sana move her head for a few long seconds until she put her hand on the back of her head and pushed it deeper onto your cock. Sana was forced to take you completely inside her mouth, her face scrunching up and her gag reflex kicking in immediately. She choked on your cock, but held on a little longer until she let you free between loud coughs.

Jihyo looked at her with a touch of worry in her eyes.

"Oh, was I too abrupt?"

Sana shook her head as she composed herself.

"Not at all. I needed to choke on a cock like this."

She returned to your cock and kissed it all over again, now showing a devotion worthy of a relic. But you needed more.

"Girls, I'm close… could you not… ?"

"Don't worry baby, we got you," Jihyo said.

Jihyo and Sana now each took short turns sucking your cock. They did it with fast and frantic pumps, causing thick drops of saliva to fall from the corners of their mouths to the ground. Your shaft was covered in that thick, bubbly viscous layer, which each one was responsible for spreading and absorbing with her lips. You couldn't look away from there, you were going crazy with pleasure and you couldn't do anything but moan. Soon you had to make the sign.

"Do it on our tits," Jihyo said.

She knelt up and turned around looking at Sana, who pulled you out of her mouth and adopted the same position. They pressed their tits together, giving you the honor of making the finishing touch. You jerked off as fast as you could, bending your knees slightly to be closer for when you exploded. Your cum shot straight between their tits, painting both pairs of soft mounds white. While you were draining, they kissed each other between loud moans, as well as raising and lowering their breasts to spread your cum on them. The scene would remain in your mind forever as one of the hottest things you had ever witnessed.

When your orgasm passed, Jihyo pulled away from Sana's tits and looked at you as she held her firmly by the waist.

"Baby… I'd love to see this cutie get fucked, you wouldn't mind being a little dominant this time, right?"

You looked at Sana, from her eyes you could tell that she was desperate for you to do so.

"Let's go to bed then," you gestured towards the bed.

You helped the two of them stand up and get back on the bed. Sana lay down with her legs wide open and Jihyo lay down next to her, putting her tits in her face for her to clean. While Sana was wiping your cum off Jihyo's tits you lay between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs and moving towards her pussy over her panties.

Jihyo returned the favor to Sana once she finished, eating her tits between moans and eating your cum along the way. You grabbed Sana's panties by the curb and slowly pulled them towards you, they slid down her legs and then you threw them to the floor. Her beautiful, wet, inviting pussy was now inches from your face, screaming to be eaten.

You did not resist your carnal impulses and planted your mouth there without a second's hesitation. Sana moaned loudly and brought a hand to your hair, tangling her fingers through it with a subtle tug. Jihyo dedicated herself to kissing every possible corner of Sana's body, passing through her neck and her collarbone until she reached her sexy abdomen.

"Mmm your mouth feels amazing darling..." Sana sensually moaned, "Eat that expensive Japanese pussy."

You internalized that as a kind of divine commandment. You had gained a lot of experience over the past few months, you were more than willing to put all of that into practice to give Sana one of the best orgasms she could ever experience, and as you gained confidence and identified the spots she loved, it didn't take long for you to make her scream with pleasure.

Much to your and Jihyo's surprise, you brought Sana to her breaking point faster than you expected. You had her by her thighs, eating her pussy up and down her while Jihyo rubbed her clit with her fingers. Sana's body tensed and then she began to shake. She pulled your hair hard and she buried your mouth even deeper in her slit when she exploded.

"Mmgghh!!! Yes!!!"

You and Jihyo kept her pinned to the bed as her spasms shook her body. You held her trembling thighs, kissing every corner of her soaked pussy in the throes of her orgasm; Jihyo on the other hand continued to rub her clit in slow circles, then kissed her. Sana clung with both arms to Jihyo's neck, moaning into her mouth in the middle of the kiss. You gave a few last kisses to her pussy, and then to her thighs.

Sana let go of Jihyo and broke away from her kiss, then leaned up on her elbows and looked at you with heavy breathing.

"For God's sake, I'm begging you, fuck me right now."

Her husky and sensual voice penetrated your ears to give you a chill. Her eyes emanated desire, the desire for you to fill her to the bottom with your cock. She was making you feral, so much that you got on your knees, grabbed her waist and roughly put her on her hands and knees. Sana moaned and looked at you over her shoulder as you settled behind her with her amazing ass perfectly raised. Jihyo positioned herself in front of her with her legs open, making her request clear. But Sana was also clear that she needed to see how you filled her.

"Come on honey, fill that slutty, Japanese fancy pussy with that huge cock," Jihyo said, biting her lip.

You didn't consider it necessary to spit on your cock, it was already lubricated enough by the saliva of the two of them; you just had to take it with one hand and guide it towards Sana's pussy, where you pushed to take just your tip inside her. Sana frowned and bit her bottom lip, stifling a moan.

"Mmmm yeah, put it all inside dear, don't hold back..."

You remembered your little adventure with Gahyeon and found it funny that Sana was the complete opposite: she didn't want you to be careful, she wanted it all in from the beginning. You had no problem pleasing her. You grabbed her waist and, staring into her eyes, sank into her tight pussy with one hard thrust that made her scream.

"Ahhhh! Fuck!"

Sana finally turned her head and came face to face with Jihyo's plump, wet pussy, which she was waiting to be eaten. She immersed her face in it, holding her thighs while you moved with slow, hard thrusts that made Sana bounce back and forth. You made eye contact with Jihyo, noticing her face drunk with pleasure thanks to Sana's mouth, which apparently worked wonders.

"Come on baby, fuck her hard, make that pussy yours once and for all! Mmmgh!"

She grabbed onto Sana's hair and let her head fall back for a few seconds, letting out moans only the way she knew how: loudly and shamelessly. You gladly complied with her request, tightening your grip on Sana's waist and picking up the pace until you were fucking her hard but not becoming frantic.

The view you had was worth framing: one side of Sana's beautiful silky hair fell down her perfectly arched back, which made her ass look like something out of a dream. Your cock went completely in and out between that pair of juicy buttocks, making them jiggle from the collision of your pelvis against them. Up ahead was Jihyo's reddened face; eyes fixed on the work Sana was doing on her pussy and her mouth half open as moans reverberated through the room.

You squeezed Sana's left buttock and let out a loud grunt of pleasure. Sana's pussy felt deadly addictive; it was extremely tight, with a hypnotizing grip and a silkiness that drove you crazy every time you reached the bottom with your thrusts. You crossed a new threshold of pace, now fucking her fast and hard, making her scream in pleasure against Jihyo's pussy.

"That's it baby!! She's doing fucking wonders in my pussy so don't you dare stop destroying her!!"

Jihyo's face twisted in pleasure. She couldn't help but lift her thighs and trap Sana's head between them. The red flower was ruined almost immediately—you thought it was about time, because it had lasted long enough. Then she grabbed onto her hair with both hands, pulling it hard to push her further against her slit.

Sana rested her hands on the mattress and slightly raised her upper body for a few seconds, only to let it fall back down. You took it as a sign, as her moans intensified to the point that she had to leave Jihyo's pussy for a few seconds to release them.

The three of you were close to your ecstasy, but the first to explode was Jihyo. She lifted her hips and let out a loud cry, then slammed them back down onto the mattress and sank onto the pillow behind her, holding onto it with both hands behind her head. Sana ate her with pleasure through her orgasm, but as soon as it passed she was free to separate her mouth from there and be able to moan to her heart's content.

"Please don't stop!! Just like that, yeah yeah yeah!!"

She looked over her shoulder at you again. You were met with a pair of teary eyes and a face as red as Jihyo's a few seconds ago. She wasn't going to last another minute, as you found out when after a few more pumps Sana lifted her lower body and muffled a high-pitched squeal against her pursed lips. Tears spilled from her eyes as she fell back down and the side of her face was crushed against the mattress.

Her pussy was choking your cock from all directions, if it was already tight before, now you felt like you were being trapped by a boa constrictor. That seemingly insignificant thing was what brought you to your orgasm. You pulled out your cock quickly, and rubbed it over her ass before a new batch of cum shot out. Sana raised her head weakly, watching both of her buttocks be covered in your thick liquid. Jihyo raised her head to look too, she bit her lip and winked at you.

"Fuck, come kiss me. You guys are so fucking hot."

Sana and you obeyed. You helped her up so that her arms wouldn't fail and she would fall on her face, then you both lay down on either side of Jihyo and brought your faces together to share a sensual triple kiss. In the middle of the hot act, the three of you groped each other, but the main objective of you and Jihyo was to enjoy Sana's body as much as you could. Once your tongues had swirled and you had shared saliva between the three of you, Jihyo pushed you away.

"Fuck her again, baby. But this time I want you to fill her pussy," she looked at Sana, "What do you say, cutie?"

Sana looked at you, and crawled like a predatory lioness towards you over Jihyo's body.

"I want him to do whatever he wants with me… I want him to make me his."

You didn't know how to act in a situation like that since it wasn't usual for you to be so dominant over someone, so you just acted on pure instinct. You grabbed her by the neck and moved closer to give her lips a slow lick from bottom to top, then kissed her for a few short seconds and murmured into her lips.

"Put yourself however you want me to fill that pussy then..."

Sana moaned and bit your lip, visibly turned on by the fact that she was bossed around.

"Mmm... whatever you want."

She moved away from Jihyo, who was staring at you like a monitor, and went to lie on her side on the right end of the bed. She pulled her legs up so that her knees were close to her torso, and she turned her upper body up so you could see her tits. You thought it would be best to lay down behind her to spoon her, but Jihyo quickly took that spot to fill her neck and back with kisses. You had no choice but to do it on your knees.

You positioned yourself in front of Sana's ass and rubbed your cock against her butt cheek a few times; she spit on her hand, and brought it to your shaft to rub it and fill it with saliva. Lubricated again, you slipped back into Minatozaki Sana's heavenly pussy, which greeted you with overwhelming warmth and softness.

You no longer needed foreplay, now you could fuck her as hard and fast as you wanted from the very beginning. However, you didn't do it, first you dedicated yourself to fucking her slowly, only to delight in the changes in her face every time your tip touched her cervix; then you went harder, but not fast, just to watch her tits bounce hypnotically. Finally you started with a combination of the two, and picked up the pace at which she was waiting to be fucked.

"Do you like how that cock fills you up, princess?" Jihyo said against Sana's cheek, "If only you could see your little slut face..."

"Oh god! It feels amazing... that cock is fucking perfect, I want it to be mine! Mghh!"

Sana turned her face to kiss Jihyo, meanwhile you clung with your right hand to Sana's buttock, squeezing it up to watch as your cock hammered into her tight pussy. Jihyo wrapped her arms around Sana's body, groping her all over and putting special emphasis on her bouncing tits. You spanked Sana hard, now holding onto her hips with both hands.

Jihyo separated from Sana and let go of her body; she now settled back on the bed, getting on her hands and knees with her face right next to Sana's ass while you fucked her. You watched what she did for a few seconds, which was basically watching your cock go in and out of her while she bit her lip. You and Sana moaned in unison, and Jihyo took an active role again, this time with you.

She grabbed your balls and grabbed them in a squeeze to look you up. You winced a little, but then enjoyed it.

"Drain those damn balls into that pussy… make her yours baby."

"Oh fuck!" you growled.

You grabbed one of Sana's thighs and pressed it back. Now with the sight of how your cock hammered into Sana's pussy and how Jihyo had your balls squeezed, your orgasm came to you in a mere matter of seconds. You growled like a primal beast, squeezing Sana's thigh so hard with your hand that you were sure a small bruise would appear there later. You shot drop after drop into her, then Sana's mouth opened, her eyes rolled back, and she came too.

You both melted in a hurricane of pleasure, Sana letting herself be carried away by her intense spasms, shaking her in unpredictable ways while Jihyo, smiling and satisfied, held her with one hand; and you with a drop of sweat falling down your temple as you came inside one of possibly the most beautiful women in the world.

Soon your orgasms passed and you came out of Sana, falling on the opposite side of where Jihyo was. You came face to face with the Japanese girl, who quickly cupped your face with her hands to kiss you between pleasurable moans. You wrapped her in your arms, soaking in her warmth as you tasted her lips again.

Jihyo took the moment to spread Sana's butt cheeks and collect every drop of your cum that leaked through her folds. When she was clean, she lay back down behind Sana and hugged you both. A few long minutes passed in which only the three of you rested huddled together, until Sana turned up to speak to both of you.

"You better get some new clothes, cuties, we have a long crazy night ahead of us..."

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Spren Notes: Alright, this piece was originally intended to be quite a bit shorter, like 10k words or so, but I got carried away and u know 👹.

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til' death do us part - part 1 | minatozaki sana

summary: sana minatozaki walks right into your life with a marriage license.

pairing: heiress!sana x reader

themes: arranged marriage au, fluff, angst, tension, lots of elitism, conglomerate power-hungry side characters, implied sex

wc: 5.0k

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"the minatozaki's are waiting." you stare at the contract in front of you, frustrated at the idea of the family visiting. they sent the contract to you two weeks ago, and you knew that they were expecting a response, as in a signature. but here lays the contract on your coffee table, left to collect dust.

"let them in." you sit up from the couch, adjusting your shirt. you watch the maid let them in, timed steps in the long marble hallway. you hear their presence before you see them. then you see the matriarch of the minatozaki family step into the room. her head held high and proper, like a leader.

she reminds you of your own mother: the sharp tongue, quick judgements, and inability to let go of grudges.

then walks in sana minatozaki, the only heiress of the minatozaki group. she is not a stranger at all, but you havent decided if she is a friend or foe. when you were both younger, annual balls were centered around her. she always took those events in stride, while you enjoyed sticking by your mother's side.

you often remember watching sana dancing with anyone who would ask her; even from afar, you knew she was someone that everyone awed at. they treated her attention like a prize worth attaining.

"hello mrs. minatozaki and ms. minatozaki, please have a seat." you direct them to sit on the opposing couch. "how may i help you?"

they both get situated while you sit by yourself, feeling the weight of the minatozaki power firsthand. you watch your staff rushing to present them with tea, only for the two to dismiss them quickly.

"yes, we sent over a contract earlier last week, please sign it." the matriach points at the contract on your table.

"yes well, it is a marriage contract, a legally binding one. i need time to think it through."

"what is there to think through? you get to marry into the minatozaki group, and solidify your business with the backings of our family, i see no reason that it's empty now."

you frown at that, those were the exact words your own father told you over the phone, you called him immediately after receiving the contract, he told you the same exact thing, ending the call immediately after.

you dont disagree with the benefits, you would just rather marry someone else. someone that you could be in love with, not sana minatozaki.

"mrs. minatozaki, as much as i understand the power and backing of your family. i am rather old-fashioned. i only believe in marriage out of love." you nod solemnly to the older woman.

she lets out a trained laugh and holds her daughter's hands like they're her prize and tool. "love? you don't think that you could love my daughter?"

"mrs. minatozaki, i didn't mean it in that way-"

"so, what way did you mean it? my daughter sana," you say, watching as her daughter stands up from the couch, tall and proud, just like her mother, and smiling at you in that coy smile. "she has a line of suitors far longer than you could imagine; you should reconsider."

"mrs. minatozaki' please if i may-"

she holds her palm up, completely stopping you from speaking. "enough. here's what we're going to do: a three-month commitment. truly court my daughter for three months, and if you can honestly tell me you aren't in love with her, then i won't bother you with this matter for any longer."

"mrs. minatozaki, i think this is a completely archaic idea!" you exclaim, shocked to hear her say these plans. how quick she is to decide for her daughter's life.

"watch your tone. do not forget that your mother and I are well acquainted." she points her finger at you, and in a split second, she's back to that trained smile that is always so unnerving and threatening.

"i'm very sorry mrs. mintatozaki, please forgive my rudeness." you bow deeply at the woman. you return to your trained demeanor, letting mrs. minatozaki run your life for the next three months. who knows what she'll say to your mother if you decline?

both women get up promptly at the matriarch's signal, and you rush to walk them out of the manor. their resounding footsteps echo through the halls. the matriarch continues speaking of the three months of "dating," and you nod at every word in appeasement.

you assist them into their car, and soon they speed away from your manor. leaving you frustrated in your own driveway. by the time the sun has set, you finally return to your room.

the thought doesn't bother you anymore, while you were nervous at the idea of the minatozaki's pressing you on this marriage, you had gotten way too swamped with work.

in a week's time since the visit, you were giving a big presentation to shareholders and clientele. countless nights spent languidly going through the motions of collecting data for infographics and reports to extrapolate data. all part of your stressful day job.

a job that you take pride in, to take over the family business. dedicating years of your life to build the rapport needed for your father to put the company in your name.

you begin to wrap up on your final slide, indicating the prosperous quarter that your company has been seeing. beautiful graphics that display profit margins through the roofs. in every chair of that conference room sat a wide smile at your future projections.

"we expect to see a projection of 33% from our previous annual profits, along with more assets, and with the likes of a possible acquisition, this company will continue to flourish. thank you all for today." you conclude your presentation and smile to the many shareholders. they all stand and applaud you; you take a deep bow and shake hands.

the shareholders hound you, all gathered around in suits that costed more than the average house. they only bowed to the sound of money dropping into their pockets. so they push you, push your boundaries of how much you'll let them take.

mr. seki has always been the most persistent, asking for more money than he knew how to spend. so he stands before you, eyes twinkling and his grubby hands rubbing together like he found a gold mine.

you listen to him speak of the golden days with your father, business had little to regulations, making money was easier than breathing, but now he breaths down your neck for bonuses. the words travel in one ear and out the other, he forgets that you were a young child listening in to his discussions with your father.

before you know it, you hear that sharp clicking sound, the sound of sharp hard rubber hitting the tiled floor, you hear heels. short confident steps of a woman, and then you see it through the frosted glass, a womanly figure.

she's walking right into the conference room. then you notice the details: long brunette hair in waves, branded sunglasses atop her nose, a light pink suit adorned with blinding diamonds. behind her are bodyguards that tower over everyone. everyone's conversation stops at the sight of her, she stops right in front of you.

eyes strong and daring, she slips off her glasses and you recognize her, the woman of all your friend's dreams: sana minatozaki. more confident than ever, not being guided by her mother, she smiles that smile that you know your friends swoon over. delicate fingers slip off her glasses as she hands them to her assistant. eyes still focused on yours.

then she does it, grabs ahold of your tie, and slams her lips against yours. and you can hear it faintly, the sound of the shareholders all gasping, drowned out by the sound of your own heartbeat. the searing kiss lasts so long, like a time loop. when she pulls back, you gasp for air, choking and doubling over coughing like you inhaled chili powder. all your presentation material spilling on the ground.

"sorry to cut the festivities short, gentlemen." she bows lightly, an amused smile underlying her sarcasm. "my fiancé and i have things to attend to, i'm sure you know how demanding your wife can be". she giggles at that, letting them all nod, and disperse.

"fiancé?" you cough out, still catching your breath. sana grabs ahold of your hand and drags you out the conference room, and out to the elevators. you watch her two bodyguards at your feet, ready to intervene with broad and thick builds.

they remind you much of your father's bodyguards. but you never wanted them because it just felt so unnatural to be followed by men who protected you.

sana stands before the elevator, and without missing a beat walks in, at the sound of the door opening. you get pulled by the two bodygaurds into the box. now you stand next to a smirking sana and two men who could break your spine ten times over.

you exit into the lobby, all the staff rising to their feet at the sight of you and miss minatozaki. greeting you all, as you rush to follow after sana. you have a sinking feeling if you don't that those two men behind you are going to toss you right into the ocean. right outside of the lobby, is the sight of the signature black marked sedan. a true sign of a minatozaki. like the fortress of a family, this car is far than capable of withstanding a nuke, how true this statement is? you never want to know.

sana is quick to sit herself inside, being guided by her chaffeur. you nod to him before sitting inside, seperated by the middle seat. the door closes and suddenly you feel claustrophobic.

the last time you spoke to sana was years ago, back in law school, you never did like her clique but they were everywhere. so you have interacted with her through case studies and presentations, steering clear of the intimidating minatozaki group. so much for avoiding them, now you're stuck in a car with the exact person you were avoiding all your life.

"mother is furious." she comments, grabbing her heels off her feet, tucking them into a compartment. you stare at her for a while, confused with what she means. "well?"

"miss minatozaki, i thin-"

"sana. just sana please." she corrects you.

"miss sana, please, you cannot barge into my shareholder meetings and attack me like that. that was unacceptable on all levels." you continue. loosening the tie that felt like it was choking you when she grabbed it. you slip it off your neck and into your pocket.

"i thought mother made it clear her expectations. you sign that marriage license, and we're good." she continues to correct you, disregarding your frustrations.

"sana. i apologize but i have been swamped with work, i cannot even begin to think about marriage." you complain.

"work? you marry into the minatozaki group and you'll never lift a finger. those infographics you put together were cute, but the minatozaki's never put themselves through work they can pass off to others. marry in, and we'll find a suitable ceo the second you say so." she is everything you stand against, a figurehead as the ceo is the last thing you want for your budding company.

"i think you are mistaken, miss sana. this company is me, i am this company, that will not change if i marry into the minatozaki group." you don't waver for a second, conviction running through your blood.

she smiles at that, "you are one of those. the ones that are married to their work before anything else." she takes a second to contemplate this thought, what would you bring to the minatozaki group? profit, drama, not a headache that's for sure.

"i'm going to let you in on a secret," she leans her head towards you. "like how you are married to your work, i am married to wealth. doesn't matter if you have a million mistresses, or a thousand bastard babys. as long as you don't smear the minatozaki name, you will fit right in."

"i do not think so miss sana. the minatozaki's are adamant about blood purity, they don't let bastards live." you explain. she smirks at that, you've clearly done your research about the minatozaki clan. "miss sana, please, me marrying into your family would not beneficial to you. i am too concerned with my own self to be a pawn for your clan." you finish, hoping they will let this issue to rest.

"you seem to know a lot about our family for someone who isn't interested marrying in." her eyebrow shoots up and with the snap of a finger, the bodyguard hands her a manila folder through the slit of the window.

"once again, we urge you to sign this. i hope we become lifelong partners, fiancé." she winks and steps out of the car. speaking to the chauffeur, and soon you're being driven by the minatozaki car, another car ready for sana in an instant.

now you're left with a manila folder, weighing heavier than anything else in the world. when you are sit in your armchair with the manila folder, nursing a nice drink to unwind, you finally untie the manila folder. opening the contents, you find the same contract on your coffee table. signed with sana's signature in the bottom, and another paper.

in a written letter from your own father, you nearly crumple the paper in your own hand. the clauses of placing your company in the hands of your father, all shareholder signatures at the bottom. indicating the removal of power. in another line it reads in big bold letters, date sana for three months or your company will be absorbed by your father.

you call up your father.

"father, this is ridiculous, you cannot do this to my company. why are you meddling now?"

"you insolent child, given the opportunity to grow your business, you choose instead to be selfish? i present to you the opportunity of a lifetime: marriage into the minatozaki group. and i've been told you're pushing their patience." his deep voice rumbles into the phone. "my final words are these: you want your company so bad, prove that you are committed to the minatozakis, then i will transfer the power back." he firmly states.

"i don't even have the time, father. my schedule is busy with the new year and final changes with new clientele."

"i've already spoken to your assistant, all work for you the next three months have been transferred to my coo. he will take over for the time being, i trust him to run my own company, so don't you go spouting nonsense about his credibility." you bite your tongue at the sight. how dare your father meddle in your company? one that you built up with your own hands. the only piece of yourself that wasn't controlled by your father.

"do not forget who raised you. i can take everything away." his voice booms through the speakers. he ends the phone call there. and you throw that phone like a baseball, shattering the device into pieces.

so you do date sana for three months, finding it absolutely absurd in the beginning. often visiting her wherever she traveled. when she was busy, you would send out bouquets in your absence. you tried your best to date her, devoting time to getting to know her better. she's like you remembered when you were younger, loud rambunctious and had an eye for all things expensive. you spent trips all over the globe within those three months.

it's a strange feeling. letting yourself rest, you can't remember the last time you went on a vacation other than in law school. here you are, lying in a lounge chair on a private beach in santorini. drinking mai tais while you stare into the horizon. confused with your own life right now.

it should've been the merger. you get antsy just at the idea of your father's coo leading the merger, but what can you do. that company is not "yours" right now. while you are trying to enjoy the sight of the bright sun and clear waters, you watch out of the corner of your eye as sana flirts openly with a resort worker.

hand on his bicep, leaning in to show more cleavage, all the while keeping a sultry smile on her face. you're done letting your life be decided for you. you walk over.

"hi honey, how is it going?" you smile towards her, leaning in for a quick kiss. holding her neck in place, as you watch the man walk away. you let her go.

"jealous?" she smirks.

"no. i need answers." you sit down in front of her. "why me?"

"what do you mean why me?" she sips on her cosmopolitan, not provoked by the question.

"why marry me? my father is well known, but we are not a conglomerate group, why do you wish to marry me? i provide nothing to the minatozaki group, it doesn't make sense. there's the watanabe clan, the abe clan, the ito clan. i really don't understand why my family."

"it's not your father or his companies, it's you." she points at you. still sipping her drink. she doesn't skip a beat, no hesitation in her words.

"i hold no power on the world stage, you would be well off marrying any clan." you try reasoning with her, beyond perplexed on why she chose you.

"the watanabe clan are dirty: plagued with dirty lust, the abe clan are ruthless killers, the ito clan has been known to kill their woman. so tell me, how much better off i will be marrying them?" she continues. face hardened.

"i see...they are not as great as their name." you stare at her. less perplexed but definitely confused.

"we all grew up together, all the heirs, i know them better than they know themselves. and i do not like what i see. but you and i didn't speak to each other." she signals for another cosmopolitan, thanking the staff member and digging through her bag. pulling out photos of you two when you were children at the annual balls.

"you are worlds better than all of them combined. i could see it in the way you never vied for my attention. they all were intact dogs, hoping to hump something by the end of the night."

"sorry for the assumptions," you offer. the way she looks away from you, watching the ocean. and letting out a long and heavy sigh. she tucks the photos away. "so, marriage out of convenience? is that all this is?"

"yes." she nods.

you grab the contract from your bag, signing it in front of her. and then placing it in her hands, "to a happy marriage sana minatozaki, i hope you can handle my snoring." you laugh.

she grins at the contract, and tucks it into her bag. "then i hope you can handle my kicking. you groan jokingly and laugh loudly, her joining you.

minatozaki weddings were no joke. halls lined with marble pillars with gold accents. dishes made out of the finest and purest porecelin. waiters dressed in their finest, not a single hair out of place. global leaders and their children attending, even if they had no ties to the minatozaki.

the grandiose hall with beautiful mirrors dating centuries ago. recovered artifacts from the edo period, adorning the shelves. the giant minatozaki family crest on the back wall. with long tables lined with wedding gifts. you stand next to sana as the reception procession continues into the night. many notable figures congratulating the marriage. as well as the intricate gifts being handed off to you. each gift being placed and documented by the minatozaki security team.

the minatozakis look happy, wearing traditional kimonos and inviting all the guests to talk about their daughters marriage.

even though the place is filled with laughter and happiness, you can't help but feel like you just entered a loveless marriage. where you are destined to avoid sana, she smiles at everyone, showering in the attention, while you can't wait to get back to work.

you had explained to sana you wanted a quiet honeymoon, one that was peaceful and relaxing. so you both went puglia, to enjoy the rich Italian culture and the beautiful greens and blues of the water.

sana spent nearly ever second of the day buying herself clothes while enjoying pestering you. often times dragging you along to carry her bags, and be at her beck and call. she calls it "conditioning for a happy marriage." you had rolled your eyes when you heard it, but you wanted a happy marriage too so you complied.

now you stand in the middle of puglia, taking photos of sana, at her request. for the third time that day.

"how many photos do you need sana?"

"as many as i want. stop talking, more clicking!" you get back to taking photos and letting her enjoy the scenery. it's quite nice being with sana, she may be a bit high maintenance, but she doesn' t overstep when it comes to your boundaries. letting you enjoy your own alone time and venturing through the city alone.

sometimes you bring back flowers or a small gift to her, all of which she happily enjoys with a warm smile.

after the honeymoon, its back to the real world. in which your father happily returned the company back to you. the merger had been successful, but you're still catching up on paperwork that only you could sign. in the coming months, sana has moved in.

living together has become a routine. when she moved into your manor, she claimed it was a nice change from her home. you were confused because her house was far more amenities, but you let her move in.

so, every morning and night, you spend time with her, sleeping in the same bed, drinking the same coffee, and sitting at the same dining table. you don't share more than a few words with her, but her presence has become a nice addition to your life.

she's made herself comfortable, her makeup products all lining your sink, heels filling the floor of the closet. her closet so big that she ordered construction to build her own walk-in.

often times you see her out lounging in the sun room doing yoga or pilates. or when she's in a good mood, she'll join you in your study room to do work herself.

she goes out at night frequently, so you make it a habit to stay up until she gets home. you know she's protected and safe with her trained bodyguards and chauffeur.

it just brings you a sense of comfort to bring her inside in case she's unwell. some nights she gets home with love bites all over her body, other nights she comes home drunk falling into your arms. you never comment on it.

she comments on your life first.

"do you...have someone special in your life?" she asks with a glass of wine in hand. you look up from your table, eyeing her in the doorframe.

"no, i'm married to my job." you look back at the work laid out for you, pushing glasses back up the bridge of your nose.

"have you slept with a woman before?" you stop your work, putting the pen down.

"sana, are we asking about each other's sex lives now?"

"well i can be curious, cant i? you always look so proper." she walks in to sit by you.

"well, yes in the past i have." you comment, a little thrown off with the line of questions. she nods her head and gives you her wine, you sip it and place it on the desk. "why do you ask?"

"we've never consummated our marriage, don't you think it's time?" she leans over, eyeing the work on your paper.

"what happened to marriage out of convenience?"

"marriage out of convenience could mean we're sex partners out of convenience," she smirks. she stands up, pushing the paper off to the side. you raise your eyebrow, trying to get her to stop messing with your work.

"sana."

"yes?" she takes the glasses off your face. a coy smile on her lips.

"we don't have to do this."

"i want to. do you?" she stands in your way, eyes trained on yours. a playful smile on her face. you get up to set your mind straight, no way were you sleeping with your non-wife.

"sana, please, you must be drunk." you walk past her, calling out to staff. "hi, could you please assist sana to bed." sana scoffs at you, flipping you off and pushing past the maid.

you return to your desk, eyebrows pushed together and a headache forming. but you can feel that spike in your stomach, you're sexually frustrated.

you've been actively avoiding being too close with sana. whenever she circles around, you scoot further away. opting for open spaces where she won't make sexual advances. rejecting her isn't fun either, she gets all pouty about it, but the way she makes you feel lately, has been dangerous. so you try your best to exercise restraint.

in the coming weeks it's harder and harder. some days she visits with your dress shirts tucked into a pencil skirt. walking in like a wet dream into your office. you will yourself to have self control but you can feel it slipping. the way you want to grab her, feel her skin under your fingertips, wanting to wrap around her.

today she manages to get under your skin. "darling, you must be so tired." she slides behind you. and starts massaging your shoulders, pressing the knots away.

you let her, feeling the tension release from your shoulders. her hands move expertly, and soon you feel more relaxed than ever. her hands begin to wander, sliding over your torso and frame. you turn to look at her, playful eyes staring back at you. you pull her into your lap, grabbing her neck for a kiss.

"i think it would be rather impolite of me to have our first time here in my office. maybe later?" you offer, playing with her pencil skirt.

"i don't care where we do it, as long as we do it now." she smirks and plays with your hair. you pull her up and place her atop your desk. walking quickly to close the door and drop the blinds.

she laughs when push her back, back hitting the desk, and then you lean over her. giving her a long kiss, before sliding your hands up her legs.

"come take what yours." she grins. you begin unbuttoning her shirt, hands trailing down until they reach her hips.

you kiss her fervently, moving towards her like a magnet. "yes miss minatozaki."

you might have to label yourself a sex addict, maybe a sana minatozaki addict actually. after sleeping with sana, you can't keep your hands off of her. often messaging her and taking days off to be around her.

it's unlike you, so unfocused and nonchalant about work. but you can't help it, sana feels like a drug and you need your supply. so here you are in your study, trying to clean up the smell of sex before your mother-in-law arrives. sana's an absolute vixen and trying to coax you into another round, but you know at any second her mother will walk into the house like its her own.

you spray a scent over top of the room urgently before closing the door behind you. a clingy sana kissing you deeply, trying so very hard to get you in bed with her.

"sana, no. your mother will be here any second." you force yourself to be the bad guy, pulling her arms off of you. to which she flicks your forehead.

"sana!" the sound of her voice booming like it's through a speakerphone. sana immediately tenses up, posture straight like a board.

"hi mother."

"glad to see you still recognize me." her mother chastises her. you watch the two woman, and you stay quiet. letting sana speak to her mother in a hushed tone, while you stand nearby.

it's hard to get a gauge on sana's mother, she's fierce and demanding. you also can't tell if she likes you, she keeps her distance. but you also can't tell if that's a good or bad thing. oftentimes she shows up requesting your presence at her events. but you play the part well as much as you can.

the older woman walks towards your living room, where she was months ago, and requesting you to marry her daughter. now she moves around your home like it's her own.

"now that you two have been happily married, it's important to discuss the next step." she starts. "we need heirs, multiple."

you and sana look at each other in horror.

"sana was the only heir in her generation of minatozaki's, i need you two to produce more than a single heir. to protect the minatozaki clan." she states firmly.

you groan into your hands, horrified at the conversation. and for the first time you see the matriach smile as she shows off photos of sana as a baby, cute as a button.

it does make you wonder about having a little sana running around, so you take the conversation topic in stride. letting the matriarch discuss traditions, schooling, extracurriculars and education to maintain the minatozaki standard.

sana is horrified to hear all this from her mother, but when she leaves, a light bulb turns on in her brain. then she smiles at you in that knowing smile.

"honey, come on, you heard my mother. we have to produce heirs. you know what that means?" then she wiggles her eyebrows as she drags you upstairs.

and you let her.

a/n: sana, sana, sana. she's been plaguing my mind recently. hope you enjoyed, proofreading is difficult work so i didn't do it. stay safe and stay healthy everyone!

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