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[b-ubbleberry]

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[sanarkeo]

they can’t love you like i love you

nayeon wants to show her girl off to the world.

alternatively: look at you getting fucked by someone you barely know on your first date!! nayeon x reader smut - exhibitionism - humiliation - dom!nayeon w sub!reader - idol!nayeon w idol!reader - power dynamics? unnie kink sorry lol... 4+k words long for some reason

-

it all started at music bank a week into your group’s promotions for the new title track, when your manager entered the waiting room and yelled out that she had a surprise for all of you. you looked up from your phone just as the hairstylist had fixed your bangs and shot an intrigued look over to your closest friend in the group. she raised her eyebrows at you and mouthed: “twice?”

you knew then that it was all over for you.

even being at the music program today, occupying the same building as them brought you a rush you’d only felt going up on a stage and seeing a thousand fans gush over you. you were finally going to be able to meet them, actually meet them. not smile and wave from afar. you could finally talk about how much they’d inspired you, even take a picture with them. but you’d be lying to yourself if you said your heart wasn’t in full on palpitation mode thinking about finally seeing your favorite girl face to face like this.

you’d even set her as your lockscreen for god’s sake. but maybe then the rumors were true and her face does bring good luck or whatever. embarrassed just wondering what’d happen if she ever saw it, you shoved it into the shallow pocket of the tightest mini skirt the stylists could’ve fit you into and left the room with your members.

the meeting with twice was brief and took place in the most random of kbs corridors. most of what you’d remembered of it was tripping over your words, bowing a bit too much and too fervently, and staring at how gorgeous they looked in person. seeing them in concert was nothing like this.

“congratulations on your new song!” sana shrieked, pulling your leader into a hug and beaming at the rest of you. “ah, i love seeing juniors with so much passion!”

they took turns wishing your group the best and exchanging some encouraging words. you were avoiding eye contact with one of the girls in fear you’d combust, but felt her gaze lay heavily on you. The way im nayeon stared you down stirred something in your stomach and made your fingertips tremble against the copies of signed albums.

Unlike jihyo or dahyun, she barely said a word beyond the niceties. Which was odd, because nayeon was nayeon. Her expression was fixed and ambiguous, and you swore at yourself for giving into looking her up and down. She was wearing that outfit from the concept photos. the one with that fucking jacket and the tube top and that skirt. nayeon had her gloved hands on her hips and you had to tear your eyes away, afraid of letting your stare wander too much.

when your manager signalled for the group to get to rehearsals, you hurried to bow once more with your members and hastily presented the signed albums to twice. when you gave a copy to nayeon, she accepted it with both hands and a closed smile.

“thank you, y/n-ah~”

you turned on your heels and ran back to the waiting room to get ready. your members teased you for how pink your face had turned even with all your makeup on.

-

when filming was done, your body felt the pressure of the late nights and intense practices come crashing through. you were just glad you’d be able to get a full night’s sleep. stepping into the waiting room ready to change back into your clothes, the sight of your manager glowering at you made you wince.

“how many times do you have to lose your phone? you know, twice’s manager had to come all the way here to hand it to me.”

she sighed and handed you your phone, now with long, deep cracks sustained from a corner - it must’ve fallen out of your pocket while you were running.

you and half your members got into a van to get back to the dorms. as soon as you settled into your seat and got comfortable though, they started to take sneaky glances at each other and giggled.

“i used to think you liked nayeon-sunbaenim too much but i think she actually likes you back,” one of them teased.

“oh my god, did you see how she was looking at you?”

“or maybe she hates you somehow? either way, even i began blushing…”

“-please, please, please guys i think she was just like ill or something.” you were tired, sure, but the annoyance also had something to do with wanting to never think about the stray possibility of her liking you at all. you turned on your phone to send a text to a friend when you saw it. just as you were going to attach some pictures, you were greeted with a flood of selfies of nayeon.

you first raised an eyebrow at your members who were also busy on their phones, as if they played some lame prank on you. but you soon realised that you’d never seen those nayeon selfies before (you were surprisingly on top of twice content for someone who clocked an average of 4 hours of sleep), and that those selfies looked really fucking recent. taken today, recent.

there she was, standing in front of a bathroom mirror, your phone looking small in her hand, a thumb slipped under the waistband, pulling it ever so slightly down. as soon as you saw it, you dropped your phone onto your lap and took a deep breath. nayeon found your phone, nayeon took your phone, nayeon saw your lockscreen and nayeon used your phone to take insanely hot mirror selfies in the kbs bathroom.

all the other images you flicked through were just slight variations of the first, till you landed on a short video. playing it, you saw nayeon moving your phone back and forth from the mirror as she cycled through an array of poses, mouthing… something?

one of your favorite things about im nayeon was how she could sing like an absolute angel, light and airy, while having this depth and hoarseness in her speech. you pressed the speaker against your ear and upped the volume ever so slightly. the sound of her voice, nearly whispering, soft and sultry, forced a sigh out of you. you’d thought she was just spewing random numbers, which you would’ve accepted anyway, but then it hit you.

it was her number.

-

you [9:01 pm]

hello?

nayeon [9:05 pm]

what took you so long?

-

before your first date, all she’d given you was a date, a time, and an instruction: wait for me outside your building. the surprise in it made your breath hitch as you stepped out the front door to your dorm. the fact that you kept it a secret from your members and managers gave it the mildest sense of danger you craved after years of obedience. when you got down to the entrance, you saw nayeon leaned against her coupe in an off the shoulder midi and heels.

“you got down here a lil early… you this eager for our date?”

in an instant, your cheeks flushed red. first, because in the 3 weeks you’d been texting each other, you must’ve forgotten how beautiful she looked in person. then, because you looked down at yourself and realized how underdressed you were. nayeon clocked this, and you didn’t notice how she tried her best to resist smirking.

“sorry, umm… i didn’t know we were going somewhere fancy…”

it didn’t click that maybe she’d left that bit out intentionally.

“don’t worry babe, a pretty face like yours doesn’t need a flashy dress to make an impression.”

she opened the door for you then got into the driver’s seat. all the way to the restaurant, you held in the urge to ask her to keep her eyes on the road. it was surreal. being in im nayeon’s car and her driving you to your first date at a restaurant you could hardly afford on your rookie checks. her looking into your eyes, staring at your body like she’d eat you whole.

you’d admit you felt uncomfortably warm as she cursed out other drivers. you’d admit you leaked through your underwear when she gripped your bare thigh with her left hand and drew lines with her thumb. you felt her grip loosen and her fingers trace your thigh higher and higher until she pulled it back to hold the wheel.

“ahh! we’re just around the corner. i hope you like french food?”

-

you had a curfew, you had dozens of unanswered texts and yet you were tipsy in im nayeon’s apartment. putting down your glass of wine on her coffee table, you looked over at her floor-to-ceiling windows - a view of the han river at midnight framed perfectly - and shook your head at your stupidity.

your leader might kill you. your company could set your contract on fire.

then, you turned and saw nayeon there, bathed in yellow light, head propped against her hand, biting her bottom lip.

“thank you for tonight,” she said and set her glass down to take your hand and stroke the back of it gently with her thumb.

your leader was going to kill you. your contract was up in flames. whatever.

throughout dinner, all that initial embarrassment of feeling out of place in a dimly lit restaurant full of finely plated dishes and women decked out in jewelry, died down and was replaced by a heat that grew up your neck and between your legs. nayeon made you feel like you were the only girl in the room. like you were worthy of everything. like you were beautiful and good. you tried to play it cool but when she got the bill and asked you if you wanted to come over to her place, you’d never felt more easy in your life.

so there you were, the wine’s acidity coating your tongue, your throat dry, just craving her lips that were parted slightly, right in front of you.

“why did you give me your number?” you asked.

“because.”

nayeon licked her lips and you wondered how desperate you looked at that moment.

“and… and why did you take all those pictures?”

as brazen as nayeon was, you still caught her sheepish smile when it appeared for the briefest moment.

“i knew i had to have you from the moment i laid eyes on you.”

you didn’t know then how long she’d actually kept tabs on you for. she scooted closer and intertwined her fingers in yours, never once breaking eye contact. the smell of bergamot and citrus was intoxicating.

“and it worked didn’t it, babe?”

you hummed in agreement and tore your gaze away from her. but your sight landed on her cleavage and you turned dumb. at once, nayeon lifted up your chin and chuckled, just knowing how much you wanted her.

“texting me straight away like a good girl?"

“i had to.”

nayeon exhaled, closed her eyes and moved her hands to your hips.

“such a good girl for me.”

she kissed you and you never realized how soft lips could be. you laid your arms on her shoulders as she slid her tongue between your teeth, then sucked on your bottom lip till it was sore. when you shifted, you felt how wet you were getting just fantasizing about what that tongue could do to you.

when she pulled away, you saw the desire set deep in her eyes. she tilted her head and sunk her teeth onto your neck. she sucked and licked on your sensitive skin, and you didn’t notice how her hands got under your blouse. you were so sure she’d leave hickeys (and what will you even tell your makeup artists tomorrow?), but the way nayeon’s fingertips traced the curves of your waist left goosebumps on your thighs.

“i-i don’t think i should stay overnight though,” you whined, helping nayeon take off your blouse. “i’m already in so much trouble unnie.”

her bunny-toothed grin appeared as soon as you said that last word and she hurried to get your bra off. “don’t worry, unnie will take care of you.” she tossed your bra aside and steadied her breath staring at your tits. “fuck,” she breathed. “i wish all of seoul could see them.”

she played with your nipples for a while before wrapping her lips around one of them. you threw your head back and moaned, feeling her tongue flick at it and encircle it. she planted kisses across your chest making her way to your other breast and slipped her hands beneath the band of your skirt. you resisted the urge to just spread your legs wide open for her when she pulled it down. you never felt more like a slut than then.

after you kicked the skirt to the side, nayeon kissed you and you whimpered into her mouth. “can i taste you?” she asked, and you nodded and ogled at how the pinkness of her full cheeks spread to her nose.

you squirmed in your seat as you watched her carelessly push back her coffee table and get on her knees. it was mesmerizing seeing her fix her bangs the same way she’d always done when you watched her vlogs or interviews, except this time it was in person, and this time, she’d done it before forcefully dragging you closer to the edge of the sofa.

“fuck…” she groaned. ever since she saw you in that mini skirt, she’d been touching herself to the thought of taking it off of you. now you were in front of her, legs inching apart somewhat unconsciously, she was going to have you. all of you. with your underwear still on, she pressed your thighs further back and took a second to admire the sight of you.

“you’re so wet.” nayeon smirked and dragged her tongue from the bottom of your slit to your clit, the friction from the fabric driving you insane. “so wet for me.” she nearly tore your panties forcing it off of you.

she parted your pussy lips with her long fingers and lapped at your cunt with broad strokes. you writhed and wriggled, sobbing at the way her thick tongue moved onto brushing back and forth over your clit.

“nay-nayeon unnie…”

you bit your lip and looked down, catching her gazing up at you like she was going to devour you. you moaned with each shape she drew with the tip of her tongue.

“my little slut got wet even on the drive over to the restaurant right?”

her tongue teased at your hole, dripping with juices, then sunk into it. you tried moving your hips, grinding against her face to get more of it in, wanting so badly to be filled with her warmth.

“mmh…”

“what a slut,” she muttered, pulling away.

nayeon stood up and ordered you to do the same. she grabbed you by the wrist and yanked you to the window. instinctively, you tried to cover yourself up with your hands and angled your body to the side, nervous at who in those officetels and apartments across the river could’ve seen you.

“no, no,” she said in a low voice, getting behind you and taking your hands in hers, exposing you to the skyline of east seoul. you knew the odds were tiny, but reddened uncontrollably at the thought of some stranger being able to watch. your reputation could’ve been wiped just like that. everyone could’ve found out how much of a slut you were for nayeon. yet, she gently pushed your shoulders down and you obediently took that as a cue to kneel.

“what if someone sees?”

nayeon sighed and sat down, her thighs holding you in place, her clothed chest pressed against your bare back. “you’ll put on a show for them then,” she whispered, and gestured for you to sit down. “you’re good at that aren’t you?”

she forced your legs open, but you tried resisting even to come across faintly as having some sense of dignity. digging her nails into your skin, nayeon spread your legs wide open and you instantly felt the cold air on your pussy again. looking down at all those tiny cars stuck in traffic, at all the red and yellow lights of the city, you shuddered but gulped your doubts straight down. as one of her hands slid down your chest to your abs and finally to your needy pussy, the other groped your breast and rubbed your nipple between a finger and a thumb.

you couldn’t get over how warm and smooth her touch was. she rested her chin on your shoulder and you felt her lips hover behind your ear. “baby, i want the whole world to see you get fucked.”

the moment her fingers skimmed over your clit, you jerked your head back, resting it on her shoulder, and whined. she giggled right in your ear and you felt a wave of tingles run down the small of your back. the image of her eating you out was still burned into your mind.

this was the first time you thought that maybe she just liked to torture you, enjoyed the tension in your thighs as you tried your best to keep them apart. not squeeze them together to get a little more pleasure like a bitch in heat. no, you had more patience than that. just enough to to be able to feel the rise and fall of her chest on your back and not collapse to her feet, pleading to be fucked.

with her index and middle fingers, she slowly parted your folds and you heard the subtle sound of her smacking her lips. “such a pretty pink pussy. i can’t wait to ruin you. can’t wait to hear you beg and cry.” nayeon smacked your cunt and removed a hand from your tits to squeeze your cheeks as you winced in pain. “what do you want? say it.”

“i want you…”

she spanked your pussy again.

“you want unnie to what?”

“i want you use my holes and fuck me like i’m your fuck toy!”

just like that, the pent up horniness from nights wasted fingering yourself senseless to imagined scenarios with her spilled right out. you couldn’t tell how badly that sent her on a power trip, but you had somewhat of an idea. because nayeon dragged her fingers up and down your pussy like it was fucking nothing at all then shoved them so far down your mouth you felt them at the back of your throat.

“suck it,” she ordered.

you obeyed her and wrapped your tongue around the salty slickness of her fingers. you bobbed your head up and down, coating their entire length in your spit. all you could think about was them ripping you open. how she so easily held your tits in the palm of her hand. how much more they would stretch your pussy out than your own fingers.

she pulled them out of your greedy mouth and deftly brought them to your entrance. her fingertips dipped in and out like she was testing you, and the frustration nearly made you break free from her hold.

“please, please, please agh… please fuck me, please!”

she kissed your cheek and held your throat in her free hand. “if you say so,” she quipped, and thrust two of her fingers deep into your hole. she plunged into you fast and hard, you were just dumbstruck at how much they filled you up. she curled her fingers to hit your walls at an angle that made you see stars. your breathing grew ragged as she picked up the pace. nayeon’s grip on your throat tightened and you felt yourself reaching a point where you were so blissed out you would’ve done anything to keep her fucking you at that tempo.

“f-fuck me, fuck oh fuck, please i need you, i need more of you-”

without another word, she forced another finger into you and grunted at how tight you felt, clenched around them. “oh my god, you’re so tight for me,” she sneered, the thought of you feeling so vulnerable and small in her hands made her feel ecstatic. at that point, your brain was mush, and every word that left your tongue was some form of: please, fuck, more, or deeper.

“what was that? d’you want me to slow down honey?” she taunted, and drew her fingers back ever so leisurely. the pressure that was building down in you dissipated and you couldn’t help but grasp at her forearm.

“no- no i was gonna- nayeon… fuck!” you felt tears form and the corners of your eyes. how miserable you must’ve looked to anyone who might’ve peered into the window to see you just there, grinding and fucking onto her unmoving hand until it disappeared. her other hand still on your throat, she shoved you down so you were on all fours.

“you can’t cum now, no, not just yet,” she near growled in your ear. she pushed you around and shifted till your ass was up and facing out onto the skyline. it hadn’t crossed your mind until that night how thrilling it was being treated like a piece of meat in nayeon’s hands. your knees and arms yelped at the cold hard marble tiles, but your belly was hot against the silkyness of her thighs.

then, a hard spank landed on your ass cheek. you shrieked but why were you sticking your ass out even more after that? nayeon massaged your ass and rubbed down to the back of your upper thigh.

“i feel so sorry for giving such a good girl such a bad punishment, but i couldn’t stop myself…” she slapped your ass harder this time and you felt the heat and the pinkness form on your skin. “should i? should i stop?”

you shook your head.

“spank me and fuck me until i’m sore,” you sniffled and rested your cheek on the ground.

nayeon shoved all three fingers back into your sopping wet cunt and pistoned them in and out. the only times she’d ever paused for second were to land a slap on your ass. it stung like hell and each subsequent smack made your clit that bit more sensitive to the accidental brushes of her knuckles.

with every pump deeper into you, nayeon felt your walls squeeze tighter and tighter around her fingers. her arms grew tired and yet she just went faster, knowing how close you were getting.

“cum for me baby, cum for unnie.”

as another smack landed on you, the searing pain combined with the overwhelming pleasure was almost too much to handle. your breath hitched and you clawed at the tiles, nayeon’s pace becoming so unforgiving that you just had to-

“fuck- oh fuck! i’m gonna-”

nayeon nearly came to the sound of your scream. you came so hard you felt like your eyes had rolled back into your skull. speechless, shaking, shivering, even when you felt so overstimulated just having her still fingers inside of you, you could only swipe at her arm. feeling liquid stream down your thigh, you whimpered.

when nayeon pulled your exposed form into her arms, you were enveloped in her warmth and her scent. wordlessly, she rubbed your back and planted tender kisses on your shoulder, up to your jawline and onto your lips.

“i like you,” she confessed. and though it sounded so simple and so light, it gave you butterflies.

she cleared her throat and picked you up. you were initially surprised at how strong she was, then blushed when you thought about the definition in her muscles as she fucked you. she kicked open the door to her bedroom and softly laid you onto her bed. tucking you under her heavy blanket, she gave your forehead a peck and slid into the other side. with how dim the lighting was, you could barely make out how nayeon was just looking at you with a goofy smile plastered on her face.

“i like you too,” you admitted. she stroked your cheek and hummed in contentment. you looked over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the time on her clock. “fuck. my-my manager, i need to let them know i-”

“shh, shh… darling please don’t worry.” all that fear and anxiety was washed away when nayeon shushed you.

“i’ll handle it, princess.”

-

rahhh first fic! lemme know what you think :D i might continue it but we'll see how it goes... title inspired by underwater by red velvet hehe

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[ourdadai]

twice [ nayeon ] lockscreens ♡

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[justalonelybitch]

Marry Me

Nayeon x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: secret relationship, slightly jealous nayeon, smol angst, bittersweetish ending

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Nayeon unnie!” You called out in a sing-song voice upon bursting through her door. The oldest member of Twice felt the faintest of smiles creeping onto her lips at the sound of your voice. “I’m on live,” she informed, subtly shifting her phone to ensure you were out of view. “Oh, hello everyone!” You exclaimed cheerily, plopping down on the bed in front of her. Nayeon peered over her phone curiously, her smile growing when you ruffled through your bag only to pull out her favourite snack with a proud smile. “Look what Y/n bought for me,” Nayeon held up the snacks to the camera.

“They want to see you,” the brunette spoke, eyes scanning the rapidly flowing comments that flooded her screen. “Sorry once’s, but I look super ugly right now,” you uttered apologetically. “She’s lying,” Nayeon tsked after sparing you a glance, a chuckle escaping her lips when you winked at her. “Now she's flirting with me,” Nayeon narrated for the viewers, shaking her head in amusement when you began crawling towards, a mischievous grin adorning your lips. She huffed when you dropped yourself onto her legs, head resting comfortably on her lap, just out of sight. Her free hand moved with a mind of its own, fingers combing through your recently dyed hair as she spoke to the camera.

It wasn’t long before you felt the day's exhaustion overcoming you, Nayeon’s hushed voice lulling you into a relaxed state as your eyes began to flutter closed. Your unusual silence almost tricked her into believing you weren't there- that is if it wasn’t for your fingertips tracing gentle patterns on her pyjama clad thigh. “Where’s Y/n? She’s still here,” Nayeon hummed, gaze flickering down to meet your dopey grin. “Unnie, where’s your hoodie?” You questioned suddenly, confusing the older girl. “Why?” She raised her brows, pouting when you lifted yourself off her, clambering to your feet clumsily.

“Because I want to say hi to once’s,” you muttered decidedly, scavenging her room in search of your favourite hoodie to steal. Nayeon lazily raised her free hand, pointing at her closet. You smiled gratefully before spinning on your heel and marching towards her wardrobe eagerly. You hurriedly sift through her clothes, grin widening when your eyes land on the familiar grey oversized hoodie. “Found it!” You announced, unaware of the way her eyes lingered on you from afar, thousands of fans watching as she stared after you softly. She reluctantly pulled her gaze back to her phone as you slipped the hoodie over your head.

“Hi once’s!!” You greeted with a squeal, practically launching yourself into Nayeon’s side. She smiled nonetheless when your elbow collided with her ribs, simply slinging her arm over your shoulder. Her eyes remained on you as you stared ahead at the camera, speaking animatedly to your fans. The ghost of a smile tugged at her lips as she admired your every feature, how cute you looked with her hoodie pulled over your hidden head of newly dyed hair. “Pretty,” she muttered, the words rolling off her tongue with little care for her surroundings. An awkward laugh escaped you as you slapped her shoulder playfully in an attempt to disperse the growing tension left by the silence that followed her remark.

“Y/n marry me,” You read the first comment you could find aloud, expression growing smug as you grinned at the camera. “Take me on a date first,” you responded, smirking proudly to yourself. “No, you can’t!” Nayeon exclaimed, making a show of pulling you closer. “Y/n’s mine!” She yelled protectively, squishing your now very flushed cheeks. Your eyes were blown wide in surprise as you stared at the camera, shock evident on your face. “I think that’s enough for tonight,” you stated after clearing your throat, gently prying Nayeon’s hands from your face. “Goodnight everyone!” You attempted to wrap things up as quickly as possible upon catching sight of the mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Goodnight!” Nayeon echoed your words, smiling as you frantically tapped the exit button of the live. You sighed in relief when she finally placed her phone down, eyes narrowing when she grinned cheekily at you. “You’re crazy,” you huffed, your girlfriend’s rambunctious laughter bouncing from the walls. Shaking your head at her antics, you flicked off the lamp on her bedside table that had previously been illuminating the room. “Let’s sleep,” you muttered, hoping the darkness would hide your flustered state. “Suddenly?” She questioned, the two of you slipping under the covers.

“That’s what I came here for in the first place,” you explained, fighting off a yawn as you spoke. That was all it took for Nayeon to loosely wrap her arm around your torso, tugging you closer, your legs tangling with hers beneath the sheets. “Do you think they’ll ever catch on?” You questioned into the darkness, snuggling closer to the older girl. “I hope so, I don’t like it when other people propose to my girlfriend.” Nayeon pouted, feeling your nose nudge her neck. “You’re the only one I’d say yes to anyways,” you confessed, soft breath tickling her smooth skin. “Good.” Nayeon uttered, pleased by your reassurance.

With that the two of you were able to fall into a deep slumber knowing your names were bound to be trending by the time you’d wake up.

~~

Nayeon bounded around the stage with a bright grin, arm linked with Momo’s as the pair relished in cheers of the crowd. Her eyes naturally wandered the stage in search of you as the song began to approach your part. When her chocolate brown orbs that swirled with nothing but adoration landed on you she swore her heart stopped, breath caught in her throat. It didn’t matter how many times she’d had the pleasure of laying her eyes upon your beautiful features, you always left her breathless. The moment your angelic singing infiltrated her ears she melted, eyes softening and smile growing. She could’ve died happily at that moment.

Only the smile was wiped from her lips mere seconds later. She’d made the mistake of following your gaze to a large sign adorned with bold letters in the bustling crowd. ‘Y/n please marry me!’ Nayeon’s forehead creased in a frown as she read the messily scrawled letters, poking the inside of her cheek with her tongue. Her gaze flitted back to you, watching as you blew a flirtatious kiss in the direction of the sign holder before skipping off the other end of the stage. She caught herself beginning to smile as her gaze softened briefly before she recalled that stupid sign holder and their stupid sign.

With a decisive huff, Nayeon detached her arm from Momo’s, ditching the confused Japanese girl in a hurry and striding towards you. The moment she reached you her arms were snaking around your exposed torso, courtesy of your stylist selecting a more revealing shirt for today’s concert. You smiled at the familiar touch, instantly leaning into Nayeon as she side-hugged you. The crowd roared to life when you looped your free arm around her neck, the other occupied with a microphone. Screams erupted from all around you when Nayeon leaned in to press a lingering kiss to your cheek, leaving a very visible pink lipstick mark in her wake.

Your face flushed red under the bright lights as Nayeon stared at her lipstick stain on your face with a proud grin. Nayeon swatted your hands away when you brought them up to shield your pretty face from her view. A smug smirk adorned the eldest member's lips as she briefly glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the sign holder. She supposed a bit of fan service couldn’t hurt, not if it helped to remind people just who you belonged to. It didn’t matter that nothing would come of it, Nayeon felt accomplished, grin especially wide with you in her arms in front of thousands of people.

She only wished she could shout her love for you in front of everyone, tell the world that you were hers and no one else's. If only it were that easy.

~~

Nayeon nodded along with great interest as the fan seated across from her chatted away happily. Her right hand intertwined with your left beneath the table, though all those attending the fansign event were none the wiser. Her gaze occasionally strayed your way, grinning whenever you’d beam excitedly upon receiving a gift. Only this time when her eyes flickered to you, she found your lips parted in surprise as you stared at the fan before you. Her grip on your hand tightened when she spotted the candy ring the fan in front of you was holding out expectantly. “Will you marry me?” The fan asked jokingly, a chuckle escaping your lips at the predicament.

Sparing a wary glance in Nayeon’s direction, you squeezed her hand in reassurance before releasing her hand completely. The older girl watched as you allowed the fan to slip the candy ring onto your pinky finger when it wouldn’t fit on your ring finger. Nayeon breathed a sigh of relief at that, though she still couldn’t shake the feeling of unease brewing in her chest. It didn’t leave her for the rest of the event, even long after they had greeted each and every fan. You stuck close by her for the rest of the fansign, sensing something was wrong.

Though each time your concerned gaze would meet hers she would simply flash you a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. You would occasionally catch her chocolate brown orbs swirling with conflict when they dropped to the candy ring on your finger. But there was nothing you could do aside from gently grazing your fingertips along her arm in hopes of forcing her out of her head and away from the thoughts she was drowning in, but to no avail. Not even you could successfully save your girlfriend from whatever was going on inside her head, but you vowed to never stop trying until her toothy grin was restored.

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Nayeon’s strange silence continued for far longer than you’d initially anticipated, stuck in a world of her own as she mindlessly moved through the motions of the day. It wasn’t until late that very same night you’d finally had enough. The members of Twice watched with curious eyes as you abruptly rose to your feet, leaving the comfortable couch in search of your girlfriend. Your brows were furrowed in concern when you found her alone on the balcony, staring off into the distance. This wasn’t like her, she wasn’t one to willinging isolate herself from everyone to seek solace. Without wasting another second you pushed the glass door separating the two of you open.

“Nayeon?” You whispered cautiously into the silence when she didn’t immediately turn to face you. The older girl merely hummed in response, gaze glued to the glittering stars. “The moon looks pretty,” you observed the clear sky, moving to stand by her side, forearms resting on the railing. Your forehead creased in a frown when you were met by yet another hum of affirmation. “Are you okay?” You questioned softly, arm barely brushing against her own. “Just thinking,” was all she uttered, lips pursed pensively. You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip at her short, uninterested answers. 

“Talk to me,” you urged, gaze pleading as you turned to face her. She ran her tongue over her lips thoughtfully, slowly twisting her neck to face you. Your head tilted in confusion when your eyes landed on her face. Rather than being met with a sorrowful frown or her blank expression, Nayeon simply smiled widely at you. Her chocolate brown orbs shining with love as she stared at you under the dimly lit glow of the moon. “What are you thinking about?” You inquired, feeling oddly shy under her stare. “You.” She murmured as if it were the simplest thing in the world. “What about me?” You pried further, ducking your head in hopes of concealing your blush.

“I think I want to marry you,” Nayeon confessed, a smile threatening to break out on her lips. “I- What?” You choked out, baffled by her boldness. “Marry me.” The request fell from her lips with what seemed like practiced ease as she gazed at you like you held the fate of the world in the palm of your hand. You suppressed your grin before it could emerge on your lips, heart thrashing wildly inside your chest. “Nayeon, you know we can’t…” You trailed off regretfully, reaching out to grasp her hands, fearing she may slip back into her thoughts. “I know.” You glanced up to find a bittersweet smile already adorning her lips.

“But I don’t care,” she admitted bravely. Your eyes widened in surprise at her words, but you waited patiently for her to continue. She knew she could never shout her love for you from the rooftops. She knew she could never kiss you in front of thousands of people and claim you as hers. She knew she could never get down on one knee in your favourite place, your special place. She knew she could never put a ring on your finger. She knew she could never truly marry you. But most of all, Nayeon knew she could never live without you.

What mattered was that she loved you. She didn’t need to shout it from the rooftops. She didn’t need to tell the world who you belonged to as long as she knew. She didn’t need to propose at the park you first met all those years ago because it didn’t matter where she was as long as it was with you. She didn’t need to put a ring on your finger because her love for you was so much more than an object. She didn’t need to marry you on paper because her love wouldn’t die with her, it would last an eternity. “I love you, all that matters is what’s in our hearts. So will you marry me, Y/n?” Nayeon asked, hands still grasping yours as she got down on one knee.

“Of course I will!” You agreed easily, eyes glossy with tears as you cupped her cheeks, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. Nayeon smiled softly against your lips, pulling back to gaze at you lovingly. “I love you so much,” she confessed for the second time that night, tears threatening to spill from her own eyes. “I love you too, forever and always.” You whispered against her lips, unable to resist connecting your lips in yet another passionate kiss. When you broke apart to catch your breath you pulled Nayeon into a bone crushing hug. Your heart almost hurt with how overwhelmed with love for her you were. 

Your shared love for one another was all that truly mattered in that moment. It was all that would ever matter.

i ship it ngl

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[nr1chaedickrider]

'i just can't leave you alone.'

need her so bad actually...... been thinking about perv nayeon sooo much.. real jihyo fans know where the title is from hehehe

cw: kinda stalker nayeon??, voyeurism (idk if its the right term but the members are next to them), unnie kink (aka nayeon gets turned on by you calling her unnie), dubcon, somnophilia, idk maybe even gaslighting? light bondage (hands are tied together)

not proofread bc its six in the morning im tired sorry for mistakes

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Nayeon, the oldest member of twice, is especially known for her love for the maknae line, especially you. Being the youngest member with 23, she always took care of you like the good unnie she is!!

But what if her care for you goes too far?

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" the member flood the gc with messages as soon you wake up.

You're now 24 years old.

You already know that the members planned something for you, especially nayeon.

She is behaving weird since some weeks...

Pictures of you sleeping appearing in your room after you come back home from schedule.. Its like she is watching you.

But its normal... right???

Its nothing bad. Or weird.

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You dress up, walking to the living room since its now later in the day, and the members of course want to celebrate with their dear maknae.

"hi guys" you greet them as you walk into the living room, they all smile at you and hug you, nayeon hugging you, but not wanting to let go.

"I love you so much Y/n, happy birthday!! Ive prepared something special just for you.." she whispers the last part. Sending you shivers down your spine.

You try ignoring it, starting conversations with your members, playing games, drinking and other stuff.

But it was like someone was watching you the whole time.

Of course, after some time, the members (actually mostly just jeongyeon and jihyo..) want to play with minas switch, so they start playing mario party. Nayeon sits down next to you on the couch while the other members are busy being competitive.

You feel a finger trace your thigh under the blanket.

You look at Nayeon who smirks at you.

"Nayeon- what are you doing" you whisper-shout, taking her hand and putting it away.

"Shhh.. you dont want them to hear, dont you?" she whispers into your ear, nibbling on it as she places her hand on your core.

"i-" your shocked.

Why is she doing this?

She cant.

She is like your big sister!

"nayeon stop-" you try pushing her away without the members noticing.

She thrusts her fingers inside, making you let out a whine which you quickly cover eith a cough.

The members are too busy playing those stupid games.

You try to hide your moaning, it feels good... But you cant do this.

"nayeon please-" you still try to push her away, her fingers burried deep inside of you.

She pulls her fingers out.

"Come to my room in an hour." she whispers seducingly in your ear.

What is she doing?

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You stand infront of Nayeons door, knocking.

Once, Twice.

She pulls you into her room, shutting the door and locking it.

A soft black silk cloth touches your wrist. You cant even progress what happens.

She pushes you to her bed, your wrists tied together in a tight knot.

"Nayeon-" you try to say something but she pushes you so much, you fall onto the bed.

She looks down at you, only know you realise she has almost nothing on.

"Im tired of doing this only when you're asleep.." she says, sitting down on your lap as she starts kissing your neck, sucking on it like a wild animal.

You let out some whimpers.

"Nayeon please- what do you mean-" you look at her while she eagerly takes of your shirt.

Your bra lands on the floor right after she took of your shirt.

"Your nipples are so hard... You just want me to suck them. Dont you baby?"she grins. Taking one of your erected buds in her mouth, sucking, nibbling on it.

A part of you enjoys it.

But most parts of you need to know what he fuck she said before..

"n-ahhyeon-", you try saying, "what do you mean with in my sleep-" you try silencing your moans. But damn is she good at this.

"Oh about that?" she smirks, leaving your nipple as she looks at you.

She gropes your tits with her hand as she smiles.

"I have been watching you in your sleep.. These cute pictures of you sleeping? I took them! They look amazing dont they?" she says so.. proudly?

"i-.. this is weird nayeon- you're perverted!" you say, trying to free yourself from the cloth that is tied to your hands.

"And what if i am?" she says, taking off your pants as well as your underwear.

"Your panties are so soaked.. you are enjoying this while calling me a perv??" she says smiling, her cold, long finger slowly circling your clit.

You whine a little. "No nayeon-" she continues circling your clit, slowly starting to rub it, with less and less softness.

"You want this. I know it.. or else you wouldnt react like this." she moves her finger to your face, showing you how its full of your slick.

"i-" you can feel yourself blush.

She shoves her fingers inside of your mouth, "suck." she demands you. You look at her weirdly, then slowly. You start to suck.

"Such a good girl for a perv." she whispers as she kisses your neck again, leaving marks here and there. You continue sucking on her fingers. The praise making you want this even more.

I mean a little pervertness cant hurt...?

She pulls out her fingers, and without even a warning, just shoves into your hole in a second.

You let out a louder moan.

She moves them fast, so eagerly.

"your moans sound better when you're awake.." she says, sucking on your nipple while her fingers are thrusting in and out of you.

Everything is overwhelming.

You start to sweat, your breaths are cut short. Your heart beats rapidly.

All because of Nayeon.

Already after some minutes, you feel yourself clench around nayeon fingers.

"Nayeon- i-"

"Cum for me princess." she interrupts you.

The princess sends you off as you cum onto her fingers, letting out a louder moan.

She slowly pulls her fingers out.

'Click' you look at nayeon, she took a picture???

"I should show this to her.." Nayeon says while smirking.

"Her?? What do you mean-" you ask, very confused.

"You will see." she says. Taking her clothes off.

"But now lets get back to us."

#Spotify #feeling silly #wlw #twice imagines #twice smut #twice x reader #girl group smut #twice ff #down bad #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung fluff #nayeon imagines #nayeon smut #im nayeon #nayeon #2yeon

[nanawritesit]

Twice Headcanons: How They Act When They’re Jealous!

Nayeon:

on the outside, she’s completely calm. she gives off such calculated control, you’d never even know she was jealous

however on the inside, she’s having a complete downward spiral

her jealousy just validates the insecurities she already has; that she’s not pretty enough, not smart enough, not cool enough… not good enough for you.

she’ll start overanalyzing everything about her personality until she’s drowning in her own self criticism

all of this introspection makes her grow distant, which is your ONLY sign that something is wrong

the only thing that will snap her out of this is if you sit her down to her and explain in vivid detail how much you love everything about her, and how no one could ever replace her 💞

Jeongyeon:

scarily quiet

doesn’t like feeling threatened, so she gets insecure whenever someone seems to be making you happier than her

will start digging for dirt on whoever seems to be interested in you, doing a full background check

“hey Y/N, did you know they flunked out of college? no? oh, i just heard that through the grape vine.”

gives you a cold glare every time you mention their name

will protectively place a hand on your lower back the whole time you’re out with them

it’s not that she doesn’t trust you, it’s them she doesn’t trust.

if she gets pushed hard enough, she won’t hesitate to call them out on it in front of everyone

“why don’t you find your own girlfriend/boyfriend/ partner instead of chasing after mine? it’s honestly really pathetic.”

Momo:

the opposite of jeongyeon, she’s loud and fiery about her jealousy

not afraid to make a scene whatsoever

it’s kind of hot honestly

won’t hesitate to publicly humiliate someone for coming onto you

“Oh, you thought they were interested in you? That’s cute. Why would they want you when they already have me?”

would get violent if anyone put their hands on you

“get your filthy hands off of them before i break every bone in them.”

will kiss you in public if it makes people stop staring at you, and will smirk at them from across the room afterwards to rub it in their face that she’s the one who gets to kiss you

you would never even think of trying to make her jealous, she would be far too terrifying 😭

Sana:

her? jealous? no, never. jealousy is barbaric and petty, something totally beneath her!

at least… that’s what she tells you

if it’s just some average person, she wouldn’t care and just brush it off

but if it’s someone she perceives as more successful than her, she’ll start getting insecure

she doesn’t like competition, so if someone manages to shake her, she turns a little sour 😙

very passive aggressive

“why don’t you go hang out with them, since you two are so close?”

however, she’s adorable when she’s jealous, and has the cutest little pout… you can’t stop yourself from grabbing her face and kissing her, which 9 times out of 10 makes her feel better

Jihyo:

she doesn’t get jealous very often, she trusts you a lot and knows you wouldn’t run off with someone else just because they showed interest in you

she doesn’t see other people in your life as competition, she’s secure in the fact that she’s the one you chose as your partner

she would pretty much only get upset if she felt that you were blatantly disrespecting your relationship by shamelessly flirting with others

she doesn’t like to be controlling, but there are times when she’ll tell you not to associate with certain people anymore because of how they don’t honor your relationship. it’s not an ultimatum, more of a test to see how much you really care about her

but that’s only in the worst case scenario. most of the time she’s very open about her feelings. she’s not afraid to be vulnerable with you :)

Dahyun:

she doesn’t get jealous too often, but when she does, it can be intense

she doesn’t like coming off as insecure so she tends to keep it to herself

if it starts getting to her, she might start mirroring your actions

you start hanging out with your friends more than her? she can do that too. you have friends of your preferred romantic gender? she has some of those too

it will either go two ways: one, you’ll feel hurt and realize how you’ve been making her feel, and then the behavior will stop on both ends

or two, you’re perfectly fine with what she’s doing, and she realizes her jealousy was silly and lets it go

after this, she would FINALLY feel secure enough to have a talk with you about spending more time together 😑

Mina:

turns into a completely different person

she’s highly competitive, and will immediately double down and turn their little game into a death match

if you don’t seem interested in the other person, she’ll go to extreme lengths to secure your love by making extravagant public displays of affection

that person needs to know that she loves you more than they ever could

however, if you decided to play with her heart and act interested in this person? you’ll surely regret it

she has a ph.d in revenge, and will make you 10x more jealous than you made her 💋

she hates feeling replaced or forgotten, so if you start making her feel that way, she’ll immediately try and flip it back on you before it sinks in.

Chaeyoung: 

she’s highly possessive in her relationships. you belong to her, and she belongs to you. that’s the agreement you both made when you made things exclusive

and she’s not likely to stay with someone who doesn’t honor that commitment, so if you think she’ll tolerate you flirting around and playing the field, she won’t 😬

however if you’re not actively trying to make her jealous, she’s way more calm in how she handles things

she won’t lash out on you, but rather explain to you that it bothers her how this person looks at you/ talks to you. that way, if you continue to let it happen, she can’t say she didn’t set clear boundaries with you 😗

Tzuyu:

probably the least jealous member tbh

has a mindset of “if they want to, they will.”

i.e, if you want to cheat on her, you will. then she’ll leave you and move on with her life 💁🏼‍♀️

but obviously you don’t want to, because HELLO you’re dating chou tzuyu???

for real though, she’s super confident in herself, so she doesn’t get threatened easily

if you ever did manage to make her jealous, she’d probably just tell you straight out

and you’d apologize profusely because you’re WHIPPED for this woman as you should be

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[herrscherofinsanity]

Anything for you

Summary: Nayeon would do anything for her girlfriend, even getting over some of her biggest pet peeves.

Fluff

Im Nayeon x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is me being kinda back. In honor of Twice's 8th anniversary I wanted to write something for my ultimate bias; I'll be back simping for the aespa girls soon, I have lots of ideas... I just need to find time to write them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and also thank you for reading!

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“Hey can you pause the movie for a second? I really need to go to the bathroom”, Momo whined as she got up from the couch making the other girls groan.

“You always do this!”

“It was just getting to the good part!”

“Can we kick her out?”

“Is one night of peace and quiet too much to ask?”

You chuckled, watching the chaos unfold; a warm feeling spreading through your chest when you felt your girlfriend’s arms wrapping around your waist in a tight hold. You turned your head towards her, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

“You find this amusing?” Nayeon whispered, not wanting to draw unwanted attention towards the two of you.

“I do” you whispered back, a playful grin on your lips, “you girls have quite the bond, I’m jealous”.

“There’s no need to be jealous, babe” she said, kissing your cheek “you’re my favorite anyway”.

Before you could reply, another voice cut you off. “What do you mean she’s your favorite?!” Chaeyoung complained, wanting more drama to unfold.

“Jihyo, the couple is being annoying… again”, Tzuyu said.

“Oh, leave them alone” Sana said, your girlfriend sent her a grateful smile, but Sana’s sentence wasn’t over yet. “Nayeon can’t help the fact that she’s whipped”.

The members laughed, teasing the two of you relentlessly. Your girlfriend shot you a defeated look, so much for spending a relaxing time together without any interruptions.

“What are we talking about?”, Momo asked as she made her way back from the bathroom.

“Nayeon being stupidly in love with y/n” Jeongyeon replied nonchalantly; your girlfriend silently sulked behind you.

“If you don’t mind, can I ask you two something?”, Mina looked towards you, a curious expression on her face.

You sent her a gentle smile, encouraging her to ask her question.

“When did you realize you were in love with each other?”.

An innocent question, but you felt as if you were about to go into cardiac arrest with the way your heart dropped. Nayeon wasn’t that far behind you, she felt as if the living room started spinning. On the other hand, both of your reactions left the girls feeling clueless. Why were you being so awkward? Surely you two had already… wait.

“W-well, we haven’t-” Nayeon began.

“Actually, I know the answer to that question!” Jihyo exclaimed, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“What could you possibly be talking about?” Nayeon hissed, shooting her fellow member a suspicious look; the whole interaction caught your attention.

“I would also like to know” you cleared your throat “…please”.

Nayeon looked at you with what you could only describe as pure panic, “baby, I really don’t think-”.

“Jihyo! What are you stalling for?” Jeongyeon exclaimed.

“Yeah! Go ahead and tell us!”

“Okay!” Jihyo exclaimed, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Gather ‘round kids! This is the story of how I realized Nayeon was without a doubt, head over heels in love with y/n!”.

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Two months ago.

"You can't be serious".

"I swear! They kept calling us 'wig group', Sana was about ready to lose it" your girlfriend, Nayeon said, her tone full of amusement.

You laughed at her story, not fully believing it, but still amused by how creative her fans could be.

Im Nayeon, better known as Twice’s Nayeon, but to you she simply was Nayeon; the same girl who nervously asked you to be her girlfriend 3 months ago.

You two were introduced by your mutual friend, Yeri who had spent weeks going on and on about how she knew the perfect person for you to go out with.  You were incredibly hesitant, but you eventually caved and agreed to give Yeri’s friend a chance.

Nayeon surprised you in the best of ways; after your first date, you couldn’t help but agree with Yeri, she really was the perfect person for you. The loud girl carved a permanent place in your heart for herself and nothing could come between the two of you; not the hate comments, not your companies, and definitely not the malicious rumors surrounding your relationship. Being with Nayeon was definitely worth it.

“We should get going, babe”, she said with a sad smile “you have a photoshoot and I’ve got an interview; we can’t stay any longer”.

As if to mock her, right in that second it began to pour. Nayeon looked at you in shock, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the troubled expression she wore. You knew perfectly well you would have to find a way to leave the small café you were currently hanging out at, your schedules depended on it, but still, a few extra minutes with your girlfriend couldn’t hurt.

“We’re going to have to make a run for it”, you sighed, the responsible part of your brain outweighing the not-so-smart one.

Nayeon looked at you with a frown on her face, her gaze kept moving between your frame and the raging storm outside. “You’re not wearing a jacket, y/n”.

You hummed, “it doesn’t look like this rain is stopping any time soon, we can’t afford to wait”.

“You’re going to catch a cold”.

“Maybe, but you know the deal, our relationship must not interfere with our careers” you rolled your eyes as you recited the same speech that had followed you around for the past month.

“Stay here”, she said sternly, “I’ll be right back”. You frowned, but followed her instructions. Not even five minutes later, Nayeon was back with a black umbrella in her hand.

“Where’d you get that from?” you asked her, she definitely didn’t have an umbrella when you got here.

“I just bought it” she grumbled, “I’m not going to let you get sick. Now come on, we really should get going”.

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Jihyo was currently waiting for the rest of her members to finish getting ready, they had an interview lined up and who knows what else might get magically booked along the way.

In an attempt to entertain herself, the leader unlocked her phone and tapped on the Twitter app. She mindlessly scrolled through her timeline, nothing truly catching her attention; that was until she came across two familiar figures.

Several pictures of her fellow member and her girlfriend greeted her. Now, Jihyo wasn’t surprised by the pictures in general; Nayeon, despite the countless warnings, was always going out of her way to show off her relationship. What truly surprised the group’s leader was the fact that the eldest member had an arm securely wrapped around you, her other hand too busy holding an umbrella in an attempt to shield you both from the rain.

An umbrella?

Before Jihyo could think about it any further, Nayeon made her way into the dorm.

The first thing the oldest Twice member did as soon as she got home was throw the umbrella somewhere far away from her, a sour expression on her face. Jihyo let out a loud laugh, not believing the sight before her very eyes; the leader’s laugh finally catching the other girl’s attention.

“You’re such a simp, Im Nayeon”.

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Loud laughs bounced back and forth across the Twice dorm and Nayeon wished she could disappear. What would you even say to that?

 “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Why did that make you realize she loves me?” the members gave themselves whiplash with how fast they all turned to look at you.

“You mean she never told you?” Dahyun asked.

“Told me what?” you asked nervously, Nayeon whined, wrapping you in an even tighter hug.

“Nayeon absolutely hates umbrellas, y/n” Jihyo explained. “She hates them so much, back when we were trainees, she used to wear a box on top of her head whenever it rained”.

“Even to this day!” Sana continued, “whenever our managers try to help her out with umbrellas she runs away” she giggled.

“But somehow all of that goes out the window when it comes to you” Jeongyeon smirked, “you have her wrapped around your finger, y/n”.

“Nayeon can’t have her princess getting sick” Momo teased.

The girls kept throwing jabs here and there, but you tuned them out, trying to focus your entire attention on your blushing girlfriend. You sent her a soft smile, she returned it immediately, feeling absolutely at ease once she saw that sparkle in your eyes.

“Do you really hate umbrellas that much?” you laughed.

Nayeon groaned at your question, feeling embarrassed all over again. “I do, I really really do”, she paused to steal a quick kiss from your lips, “but I love you way more”.

You beamed at your girlfriend, feeling on cloud nine when you finally heard her say those words you had been longing for.

“I love you too, Im Nayeon” you said, pressing your lips against hers in a sweet kiss.

“Jihyo! The couple is being annoying again!”.

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A/N: Everytime I think of a one shot I always have the idea that it will be roughly 500 words, and somehow I always end up going past 1k, oh well.

Thank you so much for reading! If you have any requests or anything like that feel free to let me know :)

#twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice x reader #nayeon imagines #nayeon scenarios #twice #nayeon #twice nayeon #im nayeon #twice fluff

[spadesolace]

feel special - im nayeon x producer! reader

synopsis: in the midst of thousands of faces trying their best to capture a certain bunny’s heart. you were the only person who captured her attention through your skills in music, to capturing her heart with your very own heart.

spade speaks: nayeon is actually my ult bias (along with yeji) who made me stick around and listen to k-pop. on top of this, feel special being my fave album for various reasons. happy very belated birthday to my fave album and to my fave bunny!

if there was one thing you know about nayeon, is that she prefers the quiet and serene moments of being alone, watching some show on tv, and having kookeu by her side.

nothing beats that.

yes, she loves her members, they’re her second family but living with 8 girls for 3 years then moving to a bigger place with 2 roommates, she still chose to stay in her room. then you arrived.

you were no one in the midst of hundreds of producers wanting to work with the group, to say the least, maybe it was fate that made you two meet. jyp did in fact introduce you two, from working with their twicetagram album to becoming a constant producer in various b-sides.

im nayeon, who’s voice is as sweet as honey, one to bring you comfort, and overall just bring a smile to your face.

before her, solitude was in your studio with your dog who would keep you company as you vibe to music you’ve produced. your place was never quiet, there was always some sort of music playing in the background, and twice became a constant to your playlist. a part of you immediately would distinguish nayeon’s voice in every twice song, maybe it was because she’s your bias.

a little part of you wanted to get to know her, not just as colleagues, but as friends.

it started small, from bringing her drinks so as to not make her throat dry from singing for hours. visiting her after practice just to hear her talk about her day, from overall just being there.

it didn’t take long for you to ask nayeon out on a proper date, similar to the ones you’ve been doing for months. this time, there was an actual label to it, not simply a hang out to talk about each other’s day. it wasn’t much, you just invited her to your place where you cooked dinner, hearing her talk about digesting oil as there are benefits to it, having kookeu and your dog play around as you two played board games to kart rider. 

“no, i don’t see any benefits in consuming oil aside from getting sick.” the debate was still on-going as the game went on, you were leading with nayeon barely catching up.

“it’s tasty and consuming oily food would get you sick.”

“eating straight up oil is worse, nabong.” who knew you would fall for this girl who eats oil.

your date was a complete success, having to cuddle with nayeon as you watched carol. bringing her back to the dorm was bittersweet, a part of you didn’t want it to end but clearly, nayeon had different plans. watching her about to leave your car, she looked back at you, a smile evident on her face.

“i’ll plan the next one.” a kiss on the cheek was all it took just for her to have your heart.

one date turned to two, then three, then it became weekly. 

there was not a time that you two weren’t together. her free time was spent in your studio as you two made songs together that the world would not get the chance to hear. having the chance to hear you sing behind closed doors, persuading you into posting it on your socials. it didn’t take long for that snippet to go viral.

every love story had to start somewhere and yours was about work. from listening to her sing her parts in sweet talker, helping with their japanese album, do the remix for their concert, and overall just admire the girl.

at the very same studio you two first met; you had finally called nayeon yours.

nayeon’s idea of solitude changed from the day she met you. it was no longer being stuck in her room scrolling on her phone or watching a random series or movie on the tv with kookeu. it was now with you, in the comfort of your home where she could be alone… with you.

when their tour started, slowly your time together faded. nayeon was busy and all you could do was consider the situation, the girls are still at their peak and you were merely there to help them out. she still used her free time with you when she’s back in korea, talking about the tour and how fun it was but she wished you could be there to watch them. you did, yet it was only the first day at seoul. so, when their manager had given you a ticket to their manila concert, you immediately took it, letting their management know that you wanted to surprise the girls.

when your girlfriend was busy doing the concert, you watched with keen eyes on how the group you’ve adored since debut to working with them and now, dating the girl of your dreams, felt too surreal. too surreal.

that’s where your thoughts left you with, would nayeon get tired of you? would she pick her career over you? until when will she settle for you and realize she deserves better?

ironic how you’re watching her perform with the loudest crowd there is to date, and you’re overthinking your relationship with who you consider the girl of your dreams… you fear waking up from this dream and return to reality with nothing but disappointment waiting for you. but this is reality. she’s your girlfriend, nayeon is and will be proud to call you hers as you call her mine.

“y/n? you ok?” their manager looked at you as the show finally ended, watching the crowd leave the venue. everything feels gloomy, tiring, anxious would be the better option to describe your state.

“yeah, just tired.” it may have been unnoticed by the manager that you were lying but clearly one nayeon saw you with the same smile you give her but with eyes calling for help, she knows something is wrong.

nothing goes past nayeon, especially when it comes to you. the thing is that she knows not to ask until you feel ready… but whatever is running in your mind makes her worried. you’re one for open communication, she knows this as your colleague and girlfriend, not once did you not voice out your concern for anything. what’s stopping you now?

maybe it was the fact that your best friend, mina, is telling you how much she needs to keep going. she has to, as she would say. you knew of her state for quite a while now, but there was something after their manila concert that just made her break. you were at the manila concert, the way mina was struggling, oh you can never tell your best friend what you’ve been thinking when she needs you the most.

nayeon watched your interaction with mina, she knows well enough how deep your friendship goes but she can’t merely just watch how you were also distancing yourself from her. not when there is clearly something going on inside your mind that you can’t seem to hide anymore. that’s where it started, the sad songs, how you’re writing ballads rather than your usual upbeat music that most of their songs are about. even when mina is already in hiatus and planning to go home for a bit as to recharge and be under the care of her family. you were lost, gone, mind running with the possibility of nayeon leaving you as if you’re not doing it yourself.

that was a toxic defense mechanism, one that you’ve done multiple times. if it weren’t for jihyo’s stubbornness, you would have continued avoiding nayeon.

in your studio where everything is normally organized was a complete mess, jihyo took notice of your eyebags, the amount of takeout containers. the sleep deprivation and the lack of sunlight was getting to you. phone on do not disturb as you avoid replying to nayeon or just sending cold replies, everything is out of place. slowly, jihyo took care of you, cleaning the studio while you finally slept. that was where she took notice of the little things, how you and mina had been talking, keeping your best friend company who was back in her home country, while she was clueless to how you were overanalyzing your relationship with nayeon and how mina being on break took a mental toll on you.

“you can’t keep running away from her. not when she also needs you right now.” jihyo has always been right, the girls have had quite a hard hit when mina went on hiatus, some of which were scared of what the future holds and nayeon was handling it quite poorly.

“jihyo, she’ll realize that she deserves someone better, and it’s not gonna be me.”

“she needs you, y/n. you’re the best thing that has happened to her and you can’t just decide on what’s better for her when you haven’t told her what you’re going through.”

while jihyo took care of you, slowly making sure you were properly talking to nayeon as she set up a schedule with your personal psychiatrist. slowly you were back on track. therapy was an eye opener, how you’re the one ruining the relationship for not knowing how to communicate your concerns because you deem it to be childish.

if it weren’t for jihyo, things would have been different. you wouldn’t be in front of nayeon’s dorm holding a bouquet and a bag filled with her comfort food. you wouldn’t be crying in front of your girlfriend as you told her every single thought. you wouldn’t be able to call her yours as she gave you reassurance that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to her.

“you’re so dumb thinking that i’ll leave you.”

“i know, it’s just that- you’re literally a superstar with everyone falling for your charms, how can i not think of that?”

they say fear attracts.

in nayeon’s eyes, the idea of losing you was the last thing on her mind. that if you were gone, she’d prefer to stop being an idol and try her best to have you back. losing you is one of her biggest fears along with losing her members. when one of her greatest fears (mina going on hiatus) was close to becoming reality, she needed you. she wanted you to know that she needs you the same way that you need her. if fear would be the reason for your breakup, nayeon has every right to call you dumb; you love her yet you won’t fight for her?

solitude for you has and will always be nayeon, losing that would result in chaos, disruption of your peace. you can live without music but without nayeon in your life, without the girl who you tried to push away and yet she still stayed, it would be stupid of you to let her go.

when things have been settled, and jyp asking for your help in producing two of their b-sides, you couldn’t say no to what the message of the album was. having to perfectly encapsulate your thoughts and emotions along with the group’s own thoughts being let out. aside from the chance to work with your best friend and girlfriend; feel special holds a place in your heart.

even when the world becomes dark and you’re consumed by your thoughts, you’re reminded that nayeon is there for you, that she has the patience to understand what is happening inside your brain.

so when her birthday is a few days away, you wanted to surprise her. something that screams that i’m glad to have you in my life. and no, an engagement ring would be too early in your relationship of around 5 months. what better way than to spend the entire day or at least an hour together as she prepares for their comeback the following day.

in some world, or way, you’re back to how you first started, admiring the girls as you make a name in the industry. nayeon shines on stage and it has been like that for years. even when the pandemic hit and you could only talk virtually until things lightened up. in every song she writes, you were a part of it, and when her solo debut was on the works, one call away and you’ll produce half of it.

to nayeon, you’re every song she’s written, every song she covers, and a vital piece to her everyday life.

to you, nayeon is your solitude, baby blue love, and your everything.

“happy birthday, love.” you wave your candybong with the crowd singing happy birthday to nayeon, and in the midst of the crowd, her eyes are set only to you.

#twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice #twice x reader #twice nayeon #nayeon #twice x you #im nayeon #nayeon imagines #nayeon scenarios #nayeon x reader

[inluvwithnay]

idk if this is too dark so here’s ur trigger warning: hybrids, dom!namo, somno, dubcon

g!p bunny!nayeon n werewolf!momo taking turns w fox hybrid!reader, cumming inside her pussy n ass as she sleeps, however, she wakes up during it, startled when she realised what’s happening.

“u-unnies?? what are you-” she’s cut off by momo covering her mouth to silence her. “shh baby, you were taking us so well, we didn’t mean to wake you up, you’ll keep being a good little fox, won’t you?” r only lays there, acting like she’s hating it but she’s getting so wet as nayeon is behind her, desperately thrusting into her dripping cunt as momo moves her hand away from r’s mouth and replaces it with her cock.

#twice imagines #twice smut #twice x reader #twice #nayeon imagines #nayeon smut #nayeon x reader #im nayeon #momo imagines #momo smut #momo x reader #hirai momo #hybrid #tw somno #tw dubcon

[insomniakisses]

how would alpha!twice react to their omega saying "is too big..." ? 🫠

Twice reaction “its too big…”

Idol: OT9 Twice (Alphas)

Reader type: G/n, Omega, AFAB

Warnings/notes: NSFW, MINORS DNI, OMEGAVERSE

NAYEON

“Its too big baby no!”

She hums agains your neck as she pushes deeper anyway, cock twitching at your pleas. Gripping your hips and fucking into you albeit a little slower.

“You can take it baby, your so wet for me like a good little slut”

With a snap of her hips shes balls deep groaning into your neck when your tight walls clench around her cock.

“Fuck baby, love your tight pussy on my cock. Mhm so good”

Jeongyeon

“Its too big baby” you whine pushing at her shoulders.

She stares down mouth agape unsure of how to respond as she stares at where your joined. Eyes glued to to where your connecting seeing your pussy stretch wide around her cock. Barely having pushed 2 inches into you and your cum is leaking down her shaft as her hips still.

She lets a needy whine out and rubs at your clit, feeling you clench as she begs you to let her push deeper.

Momo

“Ba-aby ah! To big-g fuck!” You yell out as she thrusts deep into you, her balls slapping at your ass.

She simply growls and pushes you into the bed, thrusting harder and deeper with a growl. “You’ll fucking take it! Take your alpha like a good little slut!”

She unloads when you clench around her, your pussy getting too tight for her to move. Nipping and sucking at your neck as she pumps you full. Leaving you a moaning whimpering mess. Mumbling how full you are and how deep she is.

Sana

She stands mouth agape as she looks at the sight below her, you on your knees hand jerking her slightly as you slap her tip against your tongue.

“Mhm baby look like such a good slut for me”

You open your mouth wide taking her tip into your mouth and sucking. Eyes watering as you take her half an inch more before pulling away with a gasp.

“I-i cant daddy its too big” you whine.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head at the name, hand reaching to place her thumb on your lip pulling it down as she sucks in a gasp. Picking her cock up she runs the tip along your mouth spreading her pre.

“Open that pretty mouth, let daddy use you”

Jihyo

“Are you sure?” She asks hips stuttering as her lubed cock lays in her hand, tip threatening to poke into your puckered ass hole.

Her eyes are wide when you beg for her to push in, tell her how needy your are for your alphas cock. She gives it then, pushing in all the way in one thrusts, not thinking, gasping in realisation when you yell out in pain.

“AH! It’s too big!” You cry tears falling onto the bed as you cry.

She rubs your ass and whimpers apologises fighting her every urge to grab your hips and fuck you at a bruising speed.

Mina

Kissing your jaw gently she moans as you grind your core against her cock, coating it with your slick. You let out a whimper when her hot throbbing cock slips between your folds, she bites into your lip as as her tip shoots a spurt of pre that ads to the wetness coating her cock as you continue to grind on her.

“You want it baby?” She coos, “want me to push into your pretty pussy and fill you with my cum?” Kissing along your jaw as as she whispers hoarsely.

Lifting your hips she helps your sink on her cock, smirking against you as your babble incoherently.

“Problem baby?” She rocks your hips against her smugly knowing exactly whats wrong with how tight you are and how shes stretching you out.

“Its too big” you whine against her neck and she chuckles deeply, bucking her hips up so that her tip kisses your cervix.

Dahyun

“Its too big” you gasp staring at her twitching cock that shes jerking in front of your face. Her cheeks ablaze with a hot blush.

“Baby-“ she whines when you grab her cock, hand jerking her tip as you suck at the base of her cock.

“So so big, such a great alpha” you mumble against her swelling knot.

She moans when you lick from her balls to her tip making a show of it. Squeezing her tip so that a drop of pre lands on your tongue causing a pleased hum to escape your lips.

“Mm baby so tasty, if only i could fit all of you into my mouth”

Chaeyoung

Walking into her room you smile when you see her at her desk sketching her latest piece of work. She smiles over to you reaching her hand out and pulling you onto her lap.

“Omg baby-“ you shriek when you feel her cock poking through the hole in her boxers.

“What baby?” She smirks innocently as she slips your underwear to the side, running her cock along your folds. “Don’t want to sit on my cock?”

“Baby your know its too big, cant take you all way” you whine as you nuzzle into her neck, causing a coo to slip from her lips as she kisses your temple.

“Thats exactly why your gonna cockwarm your alphas cock, stretch your perfect pussy out to fit my cock”

Tzuyu

She gasps and moans as she struggles to push her cock in, the tip slipping halfway in before you clench and she slips all the way out again.

“Baby please its to big” you whine as she growls and pushes in again this time harder and groans when her tip slips in with a pop.

“Fuck baby” she moans as she pushes deeper and deeper ignoring your whines and moans that shes too big.

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

[cry4mina]

Take Me Back To Eden

Choke Hold - Part 1 - (Fluff/Angst)

You and Nayeon wake up on a cool fall morning and go about your day until...

Granite - Part 2 - (Angst)

Reader is struggling with the emotions that come with uncovering some uncomfortable truths about their relationship with Nayeon.

Aqua Regia - Part 3 - (Angst/Angry Fluff)

Reader has the name of the person who wrote the note and decides it's time to let the culprits know how they feel.

Ascensionism - Part 4 - (Angst/Angst/Smut)

Reader finds out the truth behind what Jihyo and Nayeon have been up to, she takes the steps to become more independent and heal her grief, only to fall back into old habits.

The Summoning - Part 5 - (Fluff/Angst/Suggestive)

Reader leaves Nayeon's apartment and gets a phone call from an unexpected person, resulting in a hang out session that quickly develops into a series of unexpected events.

The Apparition - Part 5.5 - (Angst/Suggestive/Smut)

This takes places at the end of Part 4 and goes through the end of Part 5! Following around Jihyo and Nayeon as they discover what Reader has been doing since they left the shared apartment, and who Reader has been hanging out with.

More to come...

#twice imagines #kpop x reader #twice x reader #nayeon x fem!reader #twice angst #wlw #twice fic #twice nayeon #Nayeon x you #nayeon imagines #jihyo x nayeon #nayeon x reader #nayeon smut #im nayeon

[baddestbittyontheblock]

im nayeon fic recs

you are responsible for the content you consume‼️

✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each writer!! ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ✧*:·˚

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꒰♡꒱ whipped by @soulkeeper801 im nayeon x f!reader | fluff

-nayeon likes to think that she’s really laid back most of the time. she would throw subtle suggestions to her members because she knew what’s better for them, suggestions that were carried out ten out of ten times or else…

꒰♡꒱ distance by ^ im nayeon x fem!reader | fluff

-nayeon loved to tour. 

꒰♡꒱ wait for me by ^ im nayeon x fem!reader

-not everything can be perfect in nayeon’s life.

꒰♡꒱ revenge by @melpomene-writes  im nayeon x fem!reader | (minors dni) smut

-everyone has their own kryptonite. something that makes you weak beyond comparison, but you're drawn to it regardless, because it has that allure you can't quite place.

꒰♡꒱ nayeon drabble by @jinlias im nayeon x reader

-"i want to marry y/n”

꒰♡꒱ i've got you im nayeon x 10th member!reader

-coming to nayeon's room for comfort during a storm. 10th member au

꒰♡꒱ popstar by @yungchaeng im nayeon x reader | angst, 2k

-life was bleak to say the least. days, months, years passed but it had never felt the same since you said goodbye to nayeon.

꒰♡꒱ indulge you, indulge her by @seollenda omega!reader x alpha!nayeon | g!p abo smut, kinda fluffy, 1.7k

-it was hard to say who exactly had clearly neglected their suppressants that day.

꒰♡꒱ steal away by ^ handmaiden!reader x princess!nayeon | not nsfw, but suggestive!

-most did not know what to make of the princess’s reversal of temperament. on the one hand, she was much less volatile and generally of a happier disposition.

꒰♡꒱ fresh meat by @blushhingblue im nayeon x reader | enemies to lover!au, suggestive, fluff, mentions of drugs

-everyone has always told you to fear college. the frat parties that reeked of sweaty bodies and incorporated more types of drugs into one house than the bones in your body.

꒰♡꒱ nayeon gf headcanons by @fourseasonscomeandgo im nayeon x reader | slight cursing (¿ and mentions of murder)

-the moment she met you she decided you were hers

꒰♡꒱ ily # 17 by @momoshin  im nayeon x reader

-“watch your step.”

꒰♡꒱ ruination and breakfast by @ghostykapi im nayeon & idol!fem reader | minors dni, filth

-had it been another day, you would probably reject her advances for the nth time. had it been another hour, you would have averted your gaze from the woman that resides in the deepest part of your heart.

꒰♡꒱ feel special by @spadesolace im nayeon x producer! reader

-in the midst of thousands of faces trying their best to capture a certain bunny’s heart. you were the only person who captured her attention through your skills in music, to capturing her heart with your very own heart.

꒰♡꒱ location by @jsluvtzu im nayeon x fem!reader | hs!au, smuttt, mentions of killing, cursing, nayeon is soso jealous, men dni

-there’s no point in hiding, she already knows.

#twice #twice nayeon #nayeon imagine #nayeon x reader #im nayeon #im nayeon imagine #im nayeon x reader #fic recs #twice x reader #nayeon imagines

[ourdadai]

ᨳ̲ nayeon ( twice ) lockscreens

#nayeon icons #nayeon instagram #nayeon gif #nayeon #nayeon layouts #nayeon lockscreens #nayeon lq #nayeon low quality #nayeon long locs #nayeon imagines #nayeon packs #nayeon pop #nayeon pink moodboard #nayeon pics #nayeon kpop #nayeon smut #nayeon selca #nayeon scenarios #nayeon solo #nayeon wallpapers #nayeon twice #nayeon edits #nayeon twitter #twice lq #twice lockscreen #twice moodboard #twice layouts #twice icons #twice low quality #twice long locs

[nanawritesit]

Twice Enemies to Lovers Imagines/ AUs

TW: making out (momo and tzuyu) corruption themes (momo) mentions of killing (sana) revolutionary themes (sana) mentions of daggers and knives (sana and dahyun) reader is kidnapped and tied up (dahyun) sharing a bed (tzuyu) partial nudity (tzuyu) neck kissing (tzuyu) light swearing

Nayeon: Former Best Friends

Your jaw hit the floor as your next applicant walked into your office for an interview. It was Im Nayeon, your high school best friend who ditched you freshman year to become a cheerleader with all the popular girls. To make matters worse, you had always secretly been in love with her. Not that you would ever admit that to yourself.

“Nice to see you again, Im.” you said flatly, flipping through her resume as she sat down in front of your desk.

She looked confused. “I’m sorry sir/ma’am, but I’m not sure what you…” You glared up at her with ice cold eyes, and suddenly she remembered. “Oh, Y/N… I’m so sorry. I didn’t recognize you…” she stammered meekly.

“Doesn’t surprise me. You hardly acknowledged me after you became the ‘it girl’ of our high school.” you resigned, folding your hands together on your desk. “So, what have you been up to since high school?”

She chuckled uncomfortably, eyes shifting to the ground. “Well, I was at university, but… things didn’t work out this semester.”

“So you’re looking for a job just until the end of the semester?” you asked, trying to sound as professional as possible.

“I’m not sure… But I’ll at least need a job until the end of the year. I’m living back home now.” she explained. “I need a job in the worst way, and to be honest I’m really relieved that you’re the owner of this place.”

You cleared your throat, closing up her resume and looking at her sternly. “So you think that just because you were super popular in school and I wasn’t that I’ll immediately hire you at my restaurant?”

“No, no! Not at all!” she insisted, eyes widening. “It’s just… you’re a very kind person. And you’ve always had a way of making me feel calm. I always remembered that, even if I didn’t recognize you at first.”

You winced. There she went again, making you feel special. It scared you how easily her praise still got to you.

“Oh… sorry for jumping to conclusions.” you mumbled.

“No, it’s alright…” she reassured you, seemingly okay with taking all the blame. “I’m really sorry we drifted apart. I never meant to hurt you. You were actually the person I cared about more than anything. I just thought you wouldn’t want to be friends with a cheerleader given how much we used to make fun of them.”

You glanced at the ground nervously. You were kind of a pick-me in high school. Not that it was your fault, you were just conditioned to be that way. In high school, you were either popular, or you hated everything related to being popular.

“I understand.” you told her. “It was quite a long time ago.”

“See… I’m not doing well in my classes, and my parents said I can’t move back home unless I find a job first.” she explained, eyes locking in on yours. “Please, consider me.”

Her pretty eyes were sparkling with need the way they always did, and your last reserve finally cracked at the sight of them.

“Okay, okay, the job is yours.” you told her, a reluctant smile appearing on your face.

“Really?” she asked, a huge grin breaking out on her face. “Oh, thank you so much!” She stood up to shake your hand making you laugh.

“No problem. Can you start tomorrow?” you asked, still sitting at your desk.

“Yes, I’ll be here!” she chirped, grabbing her bag. “You won’t regret this, I promise!”

Once she shut the door behind her, you plopped your head down on your desk, releasing a huge sigh. “Oh, I most likely will.”

Jeongyeon: Bad First Impression

You were running horribly late for your first day on the job. You had gotten an internship at a high end company, and were expected to bring everyone coffee in the morning. So now, you were carrying a carrier full of four huge iced coffees while sprinting down the sidewalk. You could see your building in the distance, all you had to do was turn one corner and you would make it to work on time!

That was, until you actually turnt the corner and slammed straight into a girl who was walking while on her phone. All four of the iced coffees splashed between the two of you, ruining both of your outfits.

“Oh my gosh, watch where you’re going!” she screeched, wiping coffee off her face.

“Me?” you questioned, fixing your hair. “You’re the one who wasn’t looking where you were going! Maybe if you weren’t glued to your phone, we wouldn’t be covered in coffee right now!”

She scoffed. “Well maybe if you weren’t running with a carrier full of coffees…”

You both stopped what you were doing as your eyes locked in on each other. She was absolutely gorgeous, the kind that makes your heart stop beating. She seemed to be caught off guard by you as well, the two of you just staring at each other blankly for a moment.

“I’m sorry, this was totally my fault.” you chuckled, adjusting your bag. “I shouldn’t have been running down the sidewalk.”

“No, you’re right, it was stupid to be on my phone while I was walking. I’m sorry for not paying attention.” she refuted, laughing along with you. “I’m Jeongyeon, by the way.”

“Y/N.” you told her, shaking her hand. “I’m sorry I covered you in coffee. I’m just running horribly late for my first day on the job…” you sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. “Although I’m sure I can kiss it goodbye now, as I’m either going to show up soaked in coffee or an hour late.”

“I’m really sorry about that…” she said sympathetically. “Where’s the job?”

“Right behind us, actually.” you laughed, gesturing behind you.

“Oh my gosh, I work here!” she told you exasperatedly. “In the administrative department!”

“That’s where I’m interning!” you gasped, a hopeful smile making its way onto your face.

“This is perfect. I’ll just call the office and say that someone ran into the two of us while we were walking in, and that we had to go change clothes.” she suggested.

“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver!” you sighed in relief, placing a hand affectionately on her arm. “Are you sure they’ll accept that as an excuse though?”

“Oh please, everyone here loves me. My word is law.” she giggled, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Now, let’s go get you some fresh clothes and new coffees, okay? I’ll even buy my own, since I’m pretty sure one of them was.”

You laughed along with her, letting her lead you down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Somehow, you had made an enemy, ally, and crush all in the same day. Lord help you in navigating this relationship.

Momo: Angel/ Demon AU

You bit your tongue in anger. Things were not going well with your latest assignment. You were trying to be a guardian angel to a certain human to improve their life. However, this human also happened to be under the influence of a demon. Not only a demon, but one of the most powerful demonesses in your department. Momo Hirai.

“Something wrong, angel?” a sultry voice asked. You whipped around to see her standing at the entryway of your human’s living room. You could see them, but they couldn’t see you. She was absolutely captivating, with her dark hair, ruby red lips, and tight black dress.

Remembering yourself, you looked away. “As a matter of fact, yes. You are.” you spat, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Oh, I didn’t know you thought about me so much.” she grinned, stepping closer to you. “I wonder what twisted little fantasies are running through that pretty little head.”

“You wish.” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “I happen to be a being of purity.

“How boring…” Momo sighed, stopping in front of you, who was leaned against the wall. “I figured someone like you would feel really repressed. Nothing causes the mind to wander more than being cooped up with a bunch of puritans.”

You swallowed hard. How had she known that you’d been having sinful thoughts lately? You wondered if she also knew that she was the subject of some of them.

Deciding you had to stand your ground, you held your head up high. “It’d be none of your business if I did.”

“Oh, I know…” she glanced down at your lips momentarily, then met your eyes once more. “I just can’t help myself. Seeing you, who’s so bright and clean… it makes me think about how much I’d like to corrupt you.”

Your heart stopped. Every part of your brain was screaming at you to resist her.

“L-like how?” You could barely control the words coming out of your mouth.

She grinned a sinister smile, brushing some of your hair behind your shoulder and playing with it. “Well, for starters, I could run my fingers through this pretty hair…”

Your eyes squinted shut at the feeling of her doing so, hating how good it felt.

“I could gaze into these sparkling doe eyes…” she purred, tilting your chin up to look her in the eye. Her own dark eyes were locked in on yours, pupils dilated but squinted slightly like a siren’s.

You allowed her to push you further against the wall, showing absolutely no sign of displeasure at her actions. “Then what?” you whispered.

“Then… I could kiss these beautiful, delicious lips…” Momo finally leaned down and connected her lips with yours, pressing her body up against yours with a fiery passion.

You moved your arms up around her waist, hands gripping onto her for dear life. The pleasure was so great, you almost forgot why you vowed to resist temptation in the first place.

Her hands snaked up into your hair, tugging slightly and making you whimper into her mouth. You could feel her smirk at this, and with the knowledge that you were enjoying yourself, she slipped her tongue into your mouth, letting it explore slightly before pulling away.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” you muttered breathlessly, forehead still pressed against hers. “Both of us could get fired if anyone found out about this.” Demons and angels were not allowed to have relationships. “Besides, how do I know you’re not just using me to win over my human?”

“You can have the human.” she told you without hesitation. “I don’t need them. Right now, I only want you.”

You looked at her closely, studying her expression for any sign of dishonesty. If this was a trick, or one of her lustful schemes, she wouldn’t have been so upfront about it. She would’ve been sneakier.

“I want you too, Momo…” you sighed, crashing your lips into hers once again.

Maybe you would lose your angel status for this, but you knew that no amount of purity would ever feel as good as Momo on your lips would.

Sana: Royal/ Assassin AU

You grunted as you scaled the wall of the castle with a dagger in each hand. One of them would momentarily be used to kill the princess in her sleep. You winced as you thought about what you had to do, feeling your stomach turn.

You were a member of a rebel legion who was planning on overthrowing the palace during a coup. While you weren’t too thrilled about having to kill anyone, you believed the king and queen deserved it. They were incessantly cruel to their subjects, denying them any assistance and punishing them when they took matters into their own hands. Your people were dying of starvation while they were having extravagant parties, and something had to be done about it.

There really was no reason to kill the princess other than your leader feared it would be unwise to leave the only rightful heir to the throne alive. You didn’t think it was right, but the suffering you and your people endured overcame that.

As you reached Princess Sana’s bedroom window, you carefully crept inside and over to her canopy bed. As the moonlight graced her features, your breath hitched in your throat. She looked so peaceful, so content… not to mention, she was positively breathtaking.

You sighed defeatedly, realizing you couldn’t possibly harm this innocent girl. You stepped back and dropped your daggers on the floor, startling her awake.

“Hm? What’s going on? Who are you?” she asked, clutching her blankets to her chest in fear.

“Sh, it’s okay. I’m here to help.” you tried to reassure her. “There’s a rebel legion that’s going to assassinate the king and queen momentarily, and they want to kill you too. If you want to live, you’ll have to escape with me right now.”

She gasped, throwing her blankets off of her. She looked so adorable in her long white nightgown and pink hair bow. “Oh my, let’s go then!”

You grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway and out through the back of the palace. You knew your legion would only be using the front entrance.

The two of you ran off into the night, ducking into a nearby forest for protection. Luckily it was a warm summer night, and the weather was mild.

“I’m sorry about your parents.” you finally spoke as you both caught your breath. It hadn’t dawned on you that Sana might not take the news of her parents assassination very well until just now.

“It’s alright. To be honest, I’ve always hated them. I was hoping to become a better leader than them one day, but they were only interested in marrying me off to a nearby kingdom. I’m just glad the kingdom will be heading in a better direction.” She sat down by the riverbed, taking her hair out of its bow and letting it fall over her shoulders in loose waves. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“I don’t deserve any thanks.” you sighed, sitting down next to her. “I was the one who was supposed to kill you.”

She gave you an unfazed expression. “Well, you didn’t. And I never really liked being a princess anyway. I’ve always craved a life of adventure.”

“Well, you’re certainly going to get it.” you chuckled, stretching out to lay down in the grass. “We’re going to have to flee the kingdom, or at least go to the countryside. They’re going to wonder where the lost princess is, and why she wasn’t executed.”

She laid down next to you, curling into your side. “But… you’ll protect me right?” Her eyes were so big and twinkling with innocence. She looked as if she would shatter into a million pieces without you.

“Why do you trust me so easily?” you asked her genuinely. Any other princess wouldn’t have even believed you, let alone followed you into the woods.

She smiled cutely, brushing some of your hair back. “I had a dream once that someone came into my room and saved me from being a princess.” She traced your features with your finger. “They looked just like you.”

Your mouth fell slightly agape. You were never one to believe in fate or destiny, but this girl was making you second guess yourself.

“Now, are you going to take care of me?” she asked again.

“Of course I will.” you told her, running a hand through her long hair. “Now, let’s get some sleep. I’ll find us some breakfast in the morning.”

Jihyo: Idol Rivalry

Park Jihyo was the bane of your existence. The two of you had hated each other for years, and for good reason. For one, you were both under different companies that constantly compared artists with each other. Two, both of your groups debuted around the same time, and since then it felt like every time your group got a moment in the spotlight, Twice would come along and upstage you. And three, you were both leaders, so everyone expected you to get along due to your similar roles. However, all that meant was that you were both extra protective of your groups, and even more hostile when someone threatened their success.

Today, however, your rivalry was coming to an eruption as both of your groups were performing at the MAMA awards. Luckily, they were spaced apart enough to where it wouldn’t look like one of you was the opening act for the other. Both of your groups put their absolute all into the performances, and everyone agreed that you both owned the award show.

Your members somehow all got along. It was just you and Jihyo that couldn’t seem to find a common ground.

You were thinking this over as you walked up to her dressing room after the show. You decided it was time to be a grown up and hash things out with her. You took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

“Come in.” she chirped from behind the door. You walked in, seeing her at her vanity, still in her stage outfit. You lost the plot for a bit as you took in her features. Her beautiful skin, her pretty eyes, her perfect smile… wait, when did she get so gorgeous?

“Oh… hi Y/N.” she interrupted your thoughts with genuine surprise. “What are you doing here?”

You shut the door behind you and walked up to her. “I’ve come with an olive branch.” you began in a serious tone.

She glanced behind you, furrowing her brows. “Really? I don’t see one.”

You bit your tongue to keep from laughing. Damn, she was funny, but you were trying to have a serious moment!

“A metaphorical olive branch.” you sighed, pretending to be annoyed to save face. “We’ve been fighting for years because of stupid reasons. I think it’s time we sort out our differences.”

She smiled warmly, inviting you to sit down on her sofa. “So, what exactly are our differences?” she asked, starting to remove her makeup.

“Well for starters, you guys have always overshadowed us.” you told her. “Every time we’d start getting attention, you guys would immediately do something even better, and then it was all anyone could talk about. I guess I was sick of the company always telling us how much better you guys are.”

She paused, making eye contact with you in her mirror. “Are you serious?”

You nodded. What did she mean ‘are you serious,’ of course you were serious! It wasn’t that hard to comprehend.

“Oh my god, that’s so funny…” she laughed out loud, shaking her head. She spun around in her chair to face you. “Y/N, ever since we debuted, all our company does is compare us to you.”

“You’re kidding…” you marveled, eyes widening in shock.

“No, I’m serious! I especially get compared to you a lot. You’re super mature and have killer visuals, not to mention you’re one of the best dancers in the industry.” she praised, leaning back in her chair slightly.

“Oh please, I would commit arson to have your vocal skills! You light up a whole stadium with them!” you told her enthusiastically. “You’re so bright and energetic, and you’re absolutely stunning. I mean, who wouldn’t hate you?” you joked, slapping her on the knee playfully.

The two of you laughed for a moment, then sat in a comfortable silence. It was probably the most pleasant interaction you’d ever had.

“Did we just compliment each other?” she asked suddenly, cocking her head to the side.

You shrugged. “I guess so. Maybe we’re not so different after all.”

She smiled affectionately, moving to sit next to you on the sofa. “I actually think I quite like you now.”

The way she was looking at you made you feel butterflies. You didn’t know if you were seeing things or what, but she looked as if she was absolutely captivated by you.

You shrugged cheekily, a sly smirk making its way onto your face. “I kind of like you too. See you around?”

She nodded enthusiastically, a hopeful glint in her eyes. With that, you turned and exited her dressing room, pressing your hands to your warm cheeks.

How did that just happen?

Mina: Fake Dating

“I can’t believe they actually fell for it!” Mina marveled as you both exited the party into the cool night air.

“I know right! Like, are they really that stupid?” you laughed, leading her back to your car.

You wondered how everyone had set aside all their memories of you two absolutely hating each other when you walked into the party holding onto her waist. Anyone with eyes could see that you and Mina despised each other before. You guessed that the two of you were just really good at acting.

What led to your truce was that both of your crushes weren’t paying any attention to either of you. You were trying to win back your ex, whereas Mina’s crush had totally friend-zoned her. So, you came to an agreement that you would pretend to date each other in order to hopefully make your crushes jealous.

You were worried that it was going to be hard to sell your affections for Mina, but it turned out to be surprisingly easy. From spending time with her, you were able to see that she was actually really funny, incredibly bright, and sensitive. Not to mention, she was a perfect ten. That was part of the reason you hated her so much.

As you drove off to drop Mina off at her house, you kept glancing over at her with an amused smile.

“What?” she asked, giggling slightly.

“Nothing, it’s just… you’re so different from what I thought you were.” you answered, eyes focusing back on the road.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she interrogated you, crossing her arms with a smirk.

“Well, to be honest, I thought you were incredibly stuck-up. I mean, you hardly paid any attention to me, and whenever you did, it was to disagree with something I said.” you chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that…” she apologized, shifting her body to face you more. “I have a tendency to close myself off when I find someone intimidating.”

You scoffed in disbelief. “Intimidating? How could you find me intimidating?”

“Oh come on, Y/N!” she rolled her eyes, hitting your arm lightly. “You’re like the coolest person ever! When you talk, everyone pays attention to you. It makes me so jealous the way you command a room.”

You shook your head in amazement. “I had no idea you felt that way…”

“Yeah well, I do.” she laughed. She ran a hand through her hair as if to calm herself down.

The two of you enjoyed a comfortable silence for a moment until you spoke again. “You did a really good job today.”

“Thanks, so did you.” she complimented you, nudging you slightly.

“I’m sure your crush is still thinking about how good we looked together.” you pointed out.

“Oh yeah, them…” she resigned, looking out the window absentmindedly. “Well, I’m sure your ex felt the same way.”

You glanced over at her. Why did she seem to shut down when you brought up your love interests? Isn’t that what she had wanted out of this?

“Well, there you are ma’am.” you announced as you pulled into her driveway.

She snapped out of her daze and grabbed her purse, turning to you with a smile. “Thanks again, Y/N. You make a wonderful fake partner.” Suddenly, she leaned forward and planted a brisk kiss on your cheek. You looked at her in disbelief, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Just practicing. You know, for the next time we see them.”

“Oh, r-right…” you stammered, shifting anxiously in your seat. “Well, see you later!”

“Bye bye!” she waved, cutely scampering away into her house.

You sighed, slamming your head against the steering wheel. Suddenly, a relationship with Mina was sounding a lot better than getting back with your ex. Why did you think this was a good idea again?

Dahyun: Hero/ Villain AU

You struggled against your restraints, rocking the chair you were tied to back and forth. You were previously on a mission from the hero agency to retrieve a stolen artifact from a well-known villain, but something had went wrong, and they ended up capturing you. Now, you were tied up and didn’t know what awaited you.

You screeched into the cloth around your mouth in frustration, feeling hot tears prick at your eyes as you realized there was no way to get out of these ropes. Damn it all. Was this going to be how you were going to be taken down?

Suddenly, you heard a rustling coming from the window in the corner of the room. You furrowed your brow in confusion, until it opened and in tumbled Kim Dahyun, your arch-nemesis.

“Dahyun? What are you doing here?” you asked, although it just sounded like a bunch of muffled syllables to her.

“Sh, I’m here to get you out of here.” she instructed you. She then came over to undo the cloth around your mouth and slice through your ropes with her knife.

“Why are you helping me?” you asked, massaging your wrists from their rope burn.

“Because, you’re my enemy.” she smirked, crawling back through the window she had previously entered in. “If anyone’s going to take you down, it’s going to be me.”

You scoffed with a smile, getting up to follow her. “I won’t go down so easily.”

“Oh I know. I’m looking forward to it.” she cockily winked. “Now, are you coming or not?” She extended her hand to you, face illuminated by the soft candlelight of the room. God, she was devastatingly beautiful. Perhaps in another universe, the two of you would’ve made a great couple.

You brushed the thoughts away, knowing they could only lead to heartache, and instead just took her hand and fled with her by your side. Maybe you didn’t need a relationship with her. This game of cat and mouse was too damn fun anyway.

Chaeyoung: Forced to Hang Out by Mutual Friends

You walked into the restaurant, face twisting into a scowl as you realized only one person was at your table: Son Chaeyoung, whom you could not stand. However, you had to get along with her because she was a part of your friend group. You knew she didn’t really care for you either, but also agreed to keep the peace for the sake of your mutual friends.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down, then walked over to the table to sit across from her. “Hi Chaeyoung.” you said, flatly but still politely.

She looked up from her phone and cracked a forced smile. “Hey there, Y/N.”

“I wonder why everyone’s so late.” you commented, trying to make small talk.

“I’m not sure.” she replied. The two of you shared an awkward silence, save for your repetitive tapping on the table. After a while she coughed uncomfortably.

“Hi there! Are you two here for the couple’s special?” the waitress suddenly asked as she arrived at your table.

You both looked at each other horrified. “No, we’re definitely not a couple…” you insisted.

“Yeah we’re just waiting for some of our friends.” Chaeyoung explained to her, chuckling nervously.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” the waitress apologized. “I’ll come back in a few minutes, okay?” You both nodded, and she scurried off to the other end of the restaurant. Wow… you thought, the two of you were so uncomfortable it was spreading to other people.

“I’ll text them and see what’s keeping them.” Chaeyoung announced, picking her phone back up. However, her eyes widened as soon as she looked at the screen. “Apparently Rosè is sick.”

“Really? That’s odd. She seemed fine yesterday…” you replied, grabbing your own phone. You too already received a text, but from Yeoreum.

yeoreum 🌻: “hey, sorry to cancel last minute, but i forgot i have a doctors’ appointment :( say hi to the girls for me!”

You sighed, setting your phone back down. “Well, Yeoreum bailed too.”

“Are you serious?” Chaeyoung asked. “Well, at least there’s…” However she never got to finish her sentence, because both of your phones rang at the same exact time. You were getting a call from Somi, and she was getting a call from Jinsol. You both snatched up your phones again and slammed the answer button.

“Hey Y/N!” Somi chirped on the other end of the line. “I gotta cancel today. Forgot I already made plans with my sister!”

“No, Somi please-“

“Have fun! Give my love to the girls!” she responded, hanging up.

You squinted your eyes shut and sighed, setting your phone down to see Chaeyoung doing the exact same. “Jinsol too?”

“Yep.” she nodded. “Something about a family reunion.”

It was obvious that all your friends had planned this in an effort to get you and Chaeyoung to spend time with each other and hopefully sort out your differences. However, right now that seemed like a lost cause, as both of you were consumed with irritation and discomfort at the situation.

“Great…” you grumbled, putting your head in your hands. “Guess we’re stuck with each other.”

“I don’t get what your problem is with me.” she snapped, crossing her arms across her chest.

“Me? You’re the one with the problem!” you responded defensively. “You’ve always hated me for no reason. I can see it in the way you talk to me.”

“That’s not true!” she replied angrily, furrowing her brow in frustration. “I was just upset with you because you threw that huge party a year ago and invited everybody but me! I had to hear about it from Bangchan of all people!”

Your jaw unhinged in disbelief. You had totally forgotten about that event, and how you never invited Chaeyoung. To tell the truth, you couldn’t even remember why you didn’t invite her in the first place.

“I didn’t know it bothered you so much…” you marveled, leaning back in your chair as if backing down from your anger. “I guess… maybe I assumed you wouldn’t want to go? You don’t really seem like the type to enjoy a huge party.”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have want to be invited.” she retorted, glancing down at the table nervously.

You blinked, straightening yourself up. “You’re right. That was really rude of me. I’m sorry I didn’t invite you.”

She smiled genuinely for the first time since you had known her. “I appreciate that.”

“If I have another party and invite you, will you stop hating me?” you chuckled.

“I wouldn’t say I hated you…” she replied, softening even more. “There were still things I really liked about you.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” you asked, trying not to be too enthusiastic with your curiosity.

“You have a really pretty smile, you’re super passionate about what you do, you’re really sharp and witty…” she listed out with a bright grin. “You’re really cool. I guess that’s why I was so mad you didn’t invite me.”

“I understand why you were mad, and I’m sorry again.” you replied, looking at her sympathetically. “But it didn’t come from a place of malice. I actually think you’re really cool.”

“You do?” she inquired perplexedly.

“Of course I do! You always make everyone laugh, you’re super nice to everybody… and you’ve got a really cute face.”

She grinned, and you swore you saw her cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “You think I’m cute?”

Now it was your turn to blush. You cleared your throat, then glanced away with shifty eyes. “I mean, like objectively. You have bright eyes or whatever.”

She giggled quietly to herself, then as soon as your eyes were focused back on her, she spoke again. “I think you’re pretty cute too.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept it’s way up your expression, looking away again bashfully.

“Do we still need a few more minutes?” the waitress asked, suddenly appearing again.

“Nope, I think we’re ready.” you replied, glad to be changing the subject. “I guess we will take that couple’s special since it’ll just be the two of us.”

“Oh, well it’s actually only for real couples…” the waitress told you sympathetically.

“What if this was our first date?” Chaeyoung asked her. Your eyes widened as you whipped your head around to look at her. She was just looking at the waitress with a confident grin. You had never seen her so bold, and you had to admit, it was really attractive. You were starting to kick yourself for messing things up with her in the past. You could’ve been around her best self this whole time… well, at least you were seeing it now. And you couldn’t get enough of it. You loved the excitement about where things were going with her.

Tzuyu: Only One Bed

You frowned as you realized who had just walked into your hotel room. “What are you doing here Tzuyu?”

“Believe me, this wasn’t my choice.” she groaned, shoving the door shut behind her. “Apparently the hotel booked up their last room by accident. And since you’re the only one who doesn’t have a roommate yet, I’m going to have to room with you.”

“Are you serious?” you asked, sitting up in your bed. “Aren’t there any other hotels in the area?”

“I went all around the neighborhood looking for one. Why do you think I’m soaked? It’s pouring down rain right now.” she complained. “They’re all booked up too.”

You took in her appearance. “Where’s your suitcase?”

“Airport lost it.” she replied, an angry sarcastic smile on her face. “This is a really great vacation so far. None of my things, and I’m stuck with you.”

“Yeah, well I’m not exactly thrilled about this either.” you sneered, shuffling your way out of bed. “Here, you can have one of my big shirts.”

She looked amazed. “Wait, are you actually being nice to me?”

You glared at her. “I may not like you very much, but I’m not heartless. Now go change.” You threw the shirt at her and got back into bed. You thought you caught a glimpse of a smirk on her face, but she turned the corner to the bathroom so fast you couldn’t be sure.

You got settled in bed again, then stared up at the ceiling. You were currently on a group vacation with all of your friends. Well, Tzuyu wasn’t your friend, but she had come along because she was close with some of your friends. You did kind of feel sorry for her… it had to suck losing all of your things. You shook your head. There was no need to feel sympathy for her when she had never made any effort to be nice to you. However, your thoughts were interrupted as she re-emerged from the bathroom, wearing nothing but your shirt. Your heart stopped. She looked really cute, with her wet hair and bare legs.

She chuckled cockily. “Like what you see?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” you scoffed, rolling over in resignation.

She laughed at you again, walking over to the other side of the bed and crawling in. “Try to control yourself Y/N, we’ll both need some sleep for all the stuff they have planned tomorrow.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” you laughed, curling up in displeasure. “Rosè and Chaeyoung were way too excited about going downtown.”

“I know right? Like, how many shops can you go to before you get bored?” Tzuyu joked, making you laugh even harder. “And Elkie and Shuhua want to go to that museum…”

“Oh my god, what a snooze-fest.” you rolled your eyes, making her cackle even louder. You started chuckling again too, and soon you were both consumed with laughter.

“Do you realize this is the first time we’ve had a conversation without arguing?” you asked, leaning over to face her with an amused smile.

“Yeah… it was pretty nice.” she responded, looking at you and resting her head against the pillow. You both just stared at each other affectionately for a moment, taking in each others’ features. “Well, I guess we should go to sleep.”

“Yeah…” you agreed, moving to turn off the lamp. “Goodnight Tzuyu.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You lied awake for a moment, glancing over at her every so often. You couldn’t help the giddy, flustered feeling that crept up in your chest. You never knew Tzuyu could be so pleasant, and you were excited you got to share a room with her for the rest of the vacation. And you were even more excited to share a bed with her. Your mind started to wander about holding her, touching her, kissing her…

You shook your head, shuffling a bit. You couldn’t think these things while she was asleep next to you. Unless… maybe she was thinking them too?”

“Y/N?” she suddenly asked, rolling over to face you.

Your heart stopped. Holy shit, was she reading my mind?

“Yeah?” you asked, mirroring her actions.

You both stared at each other in desperation for a while, until she dove forward and kissed you passionately. You were taken aback for a second, but soon brought your hands up around her neck. She shifted to straddle you, kissing you more intensely. She pulled away for a breather just as your hands were going up into her hair.

“I hate you.” she smirked evilly, gasping for air.

“I despise you.” you retaliated, yanking her hair slightly and making her whimper a bit. You used her moment of weakness as an opportunity and pushed her over to straddle her. You began kissing her again, then moved down to nip at her neck and chest. “Let me show you just how much I do.”

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[happilychaengs]

no problem - nayeon

angst

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'this is y/n. i'm sorry i couldn't pick up. leave a message after the beep.'

"i'm... almost kind of glad you couldn't pick up." she grips her phone tighter, her bottom lip stuck in-between her teeth as she bit down, almost enough to bleed. "i just wanted... wanted to hear your voice and... i'm not sure if i could tell you this any other way."

her voice strains as she swallows thickly, her emotions almost getting the better of her, "i... just wanted to say... i miss you, y/n."

"i miss your touch. i miss the way we held each other..." she lets out a wry chuckle, chock-full with tears, "i... cry sometimes at night because you're not there and... i miss the way we talked to each other. i missed how you laughed. so carefree and loving. i guess i just... missed the way you loved me."

she purses her lips, tears running freely down her cheeks. her whole body jerks as she begins lightly sobbing, covering her mouth with her hand, "i... don't know if you blocked me but... it's nayeon... and i still love you."

she immediately hangs up.

#nayeon x reader #nayeon imagines #nayeon angst #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice angst

[melpomene-writes]

scream (just for me, sugar)

im nayeon x fem!reader // smut (minors dni)

the whistle of the kettle is almost loud enough to drown out the sound of your erratic pulse.

almost.

it’s a deafening thump, thump, thump, that seems to irregulate itself every few beats, tormentingly prominent. your blood runs like ice, your skin prickled by a sweat so cold that you envy the boiling water inside the appliance.

your once sleepy town is now riddled with anxious insomnia, kept standing by a ceaseless stream of adrenaline, intensifying with every homicide report. so many murders. multiple culprits. nobody is safe.

at least you’re fortunate enough to be safe from one of the killers. ‘ghostface’ is what they call her: the masked monster who guts and cuts her victims, stamping their corpses with a polaroid capturing their dying breaths. psychotic. cruel. unpredictable.

you, on the other hand, call her nayeon. the love of your life.

it’s not that you’re oblivious to her nightly atrocities. rather, you’ve elected to not give a shit. ever since you first met the woman, when she bought you a drink at a dive bar and taught you how to play poker in a dingy booth with a strong arm around you, you’ve been infatuated. she oozes suavity, sex, and a protectiveness over you that makes you feel all warm inside. you’re safe with her, and she knows how to take care of her woman. so, you look past the barbaric crimes. it’s easier that way.

mostly, sure, your decision to turn a blind eye to her ways is horrendous. sometimes it upsets you. but nayeon kisses away the tears, holds you close and tells you that you’re perfect. her angel, incapable of doing any wrong. and it only feels right to believe her.

presently, however, she isn’t here to keep you safe. impenetrable darkness blankets the sky, leaving you vulnerable to the bloody fruits of the night.

with a shaky breath, you reach for the kettle, fighting off a tremble as you lift the spout to your mug. your unoccupied hand buries itself in the sleeve of your jumper—hers, to be specific, but it brings you the illusion of comfort. desperately trying not to hone your senses in on your pounding heart, your eyes focus on the water streaming from the kettle.

two loud raps sound against the back door of your house. a silent scream leaves you, the kettle falling from your grip. frantically, your hand flies to your mouth. it stifles your shriek as your phone begins to ring from the counter.

tears prick your eyes as you stumble towards the ringing. your quivering hand moves to check the caller id.

nay ♡

without thinking, you accept the call, bringing the device to your lips to whisper into the microphone.

“i’m outside. open up, baby,” resounds her voice through the speaker, deep and inviting as always.

instantaneous relief floods your system. it’s just her.

the frozen blood in your veins thaws as you hang up, shakily making your way to the back door. breathing deeply, calming yourself, you sequentially unfasten the numerous locks bolted to the door. even though they only lock from the inside, you still replace them every year, just in case.

the door swings open, unveiling the caller.

nayeon leans against the back porch with a perfected nonchalance. her height and broadness obscures most of the porch light, faintly silhouetting her formidable frame. she isn’t wearing the cloak she kills in, only an old pair of jeans and a wifebeater, and the shadow she casts would have to work overtime to conceal the rippling contours of her muscle. her arms, delightfully bulky with strength, are littered with small visible scars, her left arm especially while decorated shoulder-to-wrist with clockwork tattoos. dark crimson stains her forearms—her torso, too, forcing her tank to cling to the sculpted flesh beneath. the bedevilled mask after which her title was earned, a black hood with a now-bloodied white, ghoulish face contorted into a scream, still shrouds her beautiful face.

even though she’s currently working two extremely sodden leather gloves off her hands, and you can’t see the smirk inevitably residing beneath her guise, she’s a work of art. a forbidden sculpture, as captivating as she is fear-inspiring.

one look at her, and all the past hours of anxiety melt from your veins.

“did i scare you?” nayeon lilts bemusedly, faintly muffled by the mask, pushing up from her languid stance. she invites herself into your home, stuffing her filthy gloves into her jean pocket. the delightfully strong hands underneath are pristinely clean, to keep forensics guessing, of course, but she likes to keep her hands tidy just for you.

a rattled breath escapes you as she closes the door behind. “everyone’s scared right now, nay,” you shake your head. “halloween is only a few days away, and the bodies will pile up like they always do. plus, you never told me you were coming. you have to expect the worst these days,” you frown, gesturing to the kitchen knife you keep out for emergencies. she sharpened it herself, coupled with a promise that you’ll never have to use it with her to protect you.

beneath the mask, she snorts. “takes a new kind of stupid to go around killing on halloween,” nayeon chuckles. “cops are on high-alert, you got parents and kids walking about knocking on doors—”

“does that ever stop anyone in this town?” you sigh. a chill overcomes you as you dwell on the thought. shuddering, you rub your arms through your sweater.

“it stops me.” a sympathetic smile is audible in her voice, even if you can’t see it. “so i’ll be right by your side if anyone tries something, and you know they’d take one look at me and run for the hills, sweetheart,” she reassures you. the tone is a medicinal honey for your ears, soothing all your fears in a matter of seconds.

gently, your lips quirk into a small smile. “will you tell me when you’re gonna get here, instead of just showing up unexpectedly like today?” you ask, taking a step forward.

nayeon matches your stride, closing the gap between you. she towers over you, a viper poised to intimidate its dinner, a pitiful little mouse.

both of you find it exhilarating.

a psychological gravity wills you backwards until the edge of the counter meets the small of your back. the display of submission doesn’t go amiss. she elicits a pleased hum, closing in on you, musing, “i thought you expected me tonight, honey.”

confused, you quirk your brow. “oh?”

“don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about the pictures you sent me a few hours ago,” she light-heartedly tuts.

oh, those pictures.

the thick, perturbed night air had wiped the slate of your mind clean. you had forgotten all about the fact that underneath nayeon’s old jumper, you’re donning a pink, lacy matching set that you bought earlier this afternoon, knowing full well she adores you in anything dichotomous to her rough nature. With the intention of riling your girlfriend up, just enough to make the night unforgettable, you snapped a couple of pictures without the jumper…

images that she saw, she opened, before leaving you on read.

recalling this frustrating detail, you pout.

nayeon observes this, reaching to toy with the hem of your jumper. “what’s the matter?” she purrs, ghosting her fingers over the tops of your thighs. “are you mad at me, or something?”

she’s teasing you, knowing full well you couldn’t resent her if you tried. besides, there’s no hope in trying when her fingers are so warm, despite the autumnal chill she walked god-knows how long in to reach your house.

pout faltering in part, you hook your fingers through the belt-loops of her jeans, beckoning her dangerously close. “you didn’t text me back when i sent you those pictures,” you mumble, looking up into the abyssal black sockets of her mask’s eyes.

she sucks in a breath; with her expression obscured, you can’t determine whether it’s one of titillation or mocking pity. with her, they typically coincide. “oh, baby,” she drawls, her other hand reaching to caress your cheek. “you know i would have. i was a little preoccupied, that’s all.”

your eyes flicker to her left wrist, mesmerised briefly by the whisps of black ink painting a machine of cogs and gears all the way to her shoulder. the carefully administered art is jarringly tainted by splashes and sprays of dried blood.

“i haven’t stopped thinking about them,” she continues, trailing her fingers down your neck, drinking in the way you shiver at the gentle touch. “you were so distracting, i got a little messier than intended. that poor sucker had no idea what a treat i had waiting for me,” she mutters, her implications somehow disturbing yet positively nectareous. “let me make it up to you, yeah?”

“hm… boots off first,” you smile, kissing her clavicle where it’s exposed.

unlacing your fingers from her belt loops, you spin on your heel and embark on a path upstairs, leaving nayeon to remove her filthy footwear. she kneels down and begins to work at them, but the freakish face of her mask is tilted towards you. “you’re gonna make me chase you, huh, sweetness?”

giggling lightly, you look over your shoulder. “i thought you were into that?”

rather than awaiting her response, you elect to disappear behind a door frame, excitedly making your way up the stairs. when you reach the bedroom, you discard your jumper, roughly inspecting it for any smears of blood under the glow of the lamplight before deciding that it can wait until tomorrow morning. you toss it carelessly somewhere behind you, far more focused on giving yourself a final once-over in the mirror.

nayeon could care less about what you wore in her presence, but whenever you make a special effort for her, she thanks you in full. an artistic streak lives in her, and she can’t help but want to see you dolled-up in every delicate fabric, every color, in every light. her passion for photography knows two flavours: malevolence by her knife and knuckles, and sensuality by you, her seraphic muse, her aphrodite.

absent in the morsel of vanity you allow yourself, you fail to register nayeon’s shadow lingering by the door frame. “isn’t that a sight,” she marvels.

your attention shifts to the door, where nayeon shamelessly lets her eyes roam over the curves of your body; you don’t need her to remove the mask to feel the weight of her lustful, wandering gaze.

she stalks over to you. despite having met her almost a year ago, butterflies still emerge when she closes in on you like this: unhurried, yet with ravenous intent; a lion cornering a gazelle.

“so beautiful,” she murmurs as you gravitate towards her, muffled under the mask. a cloudy warmth floods your skin at the sincerity in her tone.

in an unnecessary—but swoon-worthy—display of unwavering strength, nayeon bends down and lifts you into her arms by your thighs. your legs wrap around her waist as your hands cup her neck, thumb grazing over the flexing tendons underneath her skin, while she carries you over to the bed. you’re eye-to-eye with a blood-soaked mr. hyde, yet safe in the embrace of dr. jekyll.

brutal as she may be, nayeon lowers you onto your bed with nothing but care, aligning your head with the plumpest pillow she can see. she hovers over you, parting your legs gently with her knee, working it snugly against your clothed heat, admiring the way your mouth parts breathlessly at her touch.

your hands explore her, eagerly ushering her closer until your chests are flush against one another. she’s wonderfully warm; the intimacy of the proximity is enough to offset the strange feeling of her wifebeater, damp with blood, pressed against you. you deeply inhale her scent, looking past the remnants of gore, focusing on the spiced jasmine of the soap she likes. caged between her body and the mattress, you’re home.

the need to feel her lips against yours is an incandescent flame, her knee between your legs only serving as fuel for the fire. ordinarily, you would savour the firmness of her arms and back, ghosting your nails over the muscle in the way that deliciously tests her patience, but at the present you want nothing more than to rid her of that damn mask. you reach for the black fabric of the hood, tilting your head to pre-emptively align your lips.

alas before you can pull it off, a hand clasps around your wrist. a whimper escapes you, a pang of desperation striking your heart. “kiss,” you mumble half-intelligibly, pouting at the denial.

nayeon chuckles darkly, revelling in the despairing look in your eyes. god knows she could never refuse you completely. but there’s something inexplicably delightful about making you ache for her, having you succumb to the depths of depravity, especially with the remnants of a kill fresh on her mind and body. a slither of ghostface has to surface on occasion—she can’t have you getting too spoilt.

“patience.”

as delicately as it’s spoken, the word is a command. a whimpered plea might alter her decision, maybe with a few frustrated tears; you know that rendering yourself to such a pathetic state historically garnered the sweetest outcomes. the quietest “nayeon” would have her ripping the mask off without question, banishing any thought she had of continuing this little trial of obedience.

obedience, however, always comes with rewards. the promise of over-indulgence is left unspoken. thus you suppress your visceral urge to give into the craving, relaxing back into the pillow.

“that’s my good girl,” nayeon coos, running her thumb over your bottom lip. it quivers at the pet name as your heart swells with emotion. no euphoria compares to being her good girl. there isn’t a higher praise she could offer you. being hers, nayeon appreciating your submission and discipline… the world could collapse and it wouldn’t dampen your adoring pride.

“let me make you feel good,” she murmurs, nudging your legs further apart with her knee.

bracing herself with a thick, veiny forearm by your head, she lets her hand inch its way down your body. nayeon takes her time, grazing her thumb over your nipple through the lace of your bra. you shiver under her warm touch, a welcomed contrast to the crisp night air.

her touch lightens as she drifts her fingers over your abdomen—not light enough to tickle, but enough to evoke a reflexive twitch. your stomach flutters with anticipation, heat emanating from between your thighs as her fingers inch towards where you need her most.

“don’t tease me, nay,” you blurt out, thoughts a wanton, foggy mess.

as her calloused fingertips slip beneath your underwear, torturously close to the crest of your desire, she pledges, “i wouldn’t dream of it, sugar.”

in tandem, as the heat radiating from nayeon’s fingers coalesces with your aching arousal, you both suck in a short, shallow breath. not even your bout of bone-chilling fear from earlier was enough to offset the product of hours of yearning leading up to this moment. and, while a clearer-thinking version of yourself would protest, the sight of her all roughed-up and covered in the aftermath of bloodlust only intensifies those feelings. it’s only natural; anyone blessed enough to have had a taste of what she can do to a woman, just with a couple of fingers and a few buttery-sweet words, would find themselves craving seconds and thirds.

beneath the pantomimic veil, you can picture the arrogant smirk on her face clear as crystal. she reserves every right to be cocky when she has you conditioned to practically drip at her whim.

calculating, she presses against your heat, rubbing slow circles over your quim until it’s thoroughly coated in your slick. it’s a dizzying sensation: the pleasure is faint enough to leave you wanting, and she seldom allows her fingertips to brush against your clit, but when she does, it’s electric.

“do you want me inside?” she asks with prurience. with a shallow breath, you nod, gently rocking your hips into her touch. “words,” she demands softly.

“please,” you whimper, praying to some indulgent deity that it would suffice. you pull her as close as you can manage, a hand slipping under her tank to roam the powerful muscles of her back. nothing compares to feeling her raw strength.

hasteless, she sinks a thick finger into your heat. you bite your lip, feeling yourself clench around each knuckle as she buries herself to the hilt. humming contentedly, she gives a couple of slow, experimental thrusts, musing to herself, “i’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.”

a breathy sigh escapes you as her finger ghosts over something devilishly sweet inside of you. it awakens something. opting to poke the bear, judgement overridden by need, you ask, “even while you were—” she works a second finger into you, delivering a delightful fullness. “—‘out’?”

amusement rumbles through her chest; your hand flattens against her sturdy back, bracing yourself for her response. “i didn’t take you for a deviant, sweetness,” nayeon laughs, beautifully sinister. you whine as she curls her fingers, her thumb sweeping over your clit. she thrusts again, deeper, sights aimed down at the spot that will have you writhing underneath her. her anatomical knowledge extends well beyond arteries and veins—you’ve learned that much over the months.

“is that a—oh—no?” you choke on a moan as she caresses that spot within. she doesn’t stop, undulating her fingers deliberately while you lose your ability to think, melting into the bedding.

“you wanna know the truth?” she husks, taking her time with her heavenly affliction.

lost in sensation, you nod, the gesture cut short when concurrently with her blissful ministrations, she begins to rub circles against your clit with her thumb. your head lolls back with a ragged mewl.

nayeon feeds her ego with your ruination. “the truth is, i woke up wanting to fuck you into the mattress,” she groans, her wave-like rhythm inside of you bleeding into something slightly rougher, something you didn’t know you needed until it sends shockwaves through your core. “i had a whole plan going. i was gonna go home and shower after dealing with my little ‘problem’, strap up just for you, bring a bottle of that wine i know you like. but then,” she growls, accentuated by a rather mean thrust, “you just had to send me those pretty little pictures. and that bastard couldn’t bleed out fast enough.”

the hiss she relinquishes as your nails sink into the thick muscle of her back was almost enough to send you into orbit. “i must have stabbed him forty times before he finally stopped breathing. i even asked him to speed it up. explained i had a meal waiting for me back home, and i intended to eat good tonight,” she chuckles with cruelty.

“fuck, nay,” you moan, indescribably turned on by her tale. it’s wrong, it’s so fucking wrong, but knowing you have that effect on her feels right. you’re meant to be together.

“you’re squeezing me, baby,” she drawls, effortlessly maintaining her pace through the added force. “you don’t care what i am, do you? not when i make you feel this good.”

relentlessly, she rips mewl after mewl from your throat. you’re drowning in the lewd sound of your wetness muddied with the upper palm of her hand slapping against your heat with every deep thrust. clawing at her back, you pant, incapable of thought beyond nayeon.

overwhelmed, you bury your face in her shoulder, whining against her salt-licked skin, “just like that. just like that. ‘m gonna come, nay—”

“come for me, sugar,” she grunts.

the world grinds to a halt as you fall over the precipice with a sweet, hoarse cry. relief rocks through you with intensity, all the tension leaving your body in a violent shudder. nayeon slows down, rolling her hips alongside more tender thrusts to prolong your ecstasy, murmuring, “that’s it. always so good for me.”

as the stars disappear from your vision, a hazy bliss washes over you. nayeon is still nestled inside of you, and you feel her fingers twitch with an eagerness to pummel you to peak all over again, but she stills as she watches you succumb to that foggy afterglow.

in a brief moment of clarity, you glance up at her. right now, all you want is to see her face. her face, not the visage of a blood-spattered ghoul.

shakily, you reach up and tug off the mask by the fabric of its hood.

nayeon, while her lips are quirked with unadulterated arrogance, stares down at you with a softness in her gaze you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. her dark hair is tousled and struggling to stay in its style, and a splash of crimson stains her neck, yet she remains the most beautiful woman you have ever laid eyes on.

maybe the tentativeness in her steel eyes is extra prominent because this is the first time you have given yourself to every part of her. for possibly the first time, she realizes you love her for who she is, even if it isn’t right, even if it’s depraved, immoral, criminal.

you think, as a smile finds its way onto your lips, that you’re overdue for a kiss.

tossing the mask to the side, you crane your neck off the pillow and seal the gap between your lips. they’re smooth, warm and taste faintly of the plain, unbranded chapstick she swears by, and after what feels like an eternity, they’re on yours at last. sighing, nayeon leans down further so you don’t have to exert yourself, resting her weight on you to deepen the kiss. every languid, intimate glide of her lips against you makes your heart flutter.

all too soon she breaks away, panting softly. “mind if i take my shirt off?” she rasps. “it’s starting to dry.”

laughing softly, you roll your eyes. “yes, severely,” you tease. “keep wearing your crunchy tank top.”

nayeon sits upright, carefully withdrawing her fingers from your warmth, groaning, “let’s keep ‘crunchy’ out of the bedroom, shall we?” she smiles at the giggle you let out.

the giggle is swiftly cut short as she pulls the tank off her body, leaving her bare from the waist up—wearing a bra gives her one more thing to clean blood off of, so she rarely wears them. muscle ripples through her rich brown skin, a testament to her formidable strength. years of hard work is chiselled into her flesh. if that isn’t enough to make a woman drool, your eyes shamelessly drift to her chest, zeroing in on her dark areolas. you follow her body down, past the enticing swell of her chest, following the faint happy-trail down to the line of her belt.

you almost regret sending nayeon those pictures, otherwise, according to her, she would be packing.

she doesn’t need to ask if you like what you see, although her ego does persuade her to do so on occasion. she knows she’s a sculptor’s dream.

equally as greedily, nayeon indulges in the sight of you sprawled out beneath her, a monolithic demon of lust towering above you. absentmindedly she licks her fingers clean of your spend, smirking as you tremble at the sight.

just like that, an ache begins to well in your core all over again.

hungry for another slice of euphoria, you hook your thumbs underneath the band of your panties, pushing them down from your hips. nayeon helps you, and if you’re hungry, she’s positively voracious; you hear the distant snap of elastic as she rids your legs of them.

frowning, you give her a vaguely disappointed look. “i bought those today,” you pout.

nayeon attempts to soften the blow with a kiss to your ankle. “please, they were already ruined. your bra has blood on it anyway. i’ll replace them,” she grumbles, rolling her eyes, discarding the underwear.

the former comment brings warmth to your cheeks. rudimentary as it is, she always takes pride in how your body responds to her leading up to the deed, and the state of you afterwards.

with your legs either side of her, nayeon lowers herself back on top of you, bracing herself on the headboard as she leans down for another kiss. the buckle of her belt is cold as ice against your navel, evoking a shiver from you as you arch up to meet her halfway. this time, there are no illusions of romance as her lips move against yours, only burning passion and an insatiable appetite. softly, you moan against her, silently willing for her to take the reins.

hushed against your lips, she murmurs an offer you doubt you could ever bring yourself to refuse: “more?”

your body begs for it. “i’m yours.”

fervently, nayeon trails wolfish kisses down your neck, the imprints of her lips warm in her wake. she laves her tongue across your nipple over the lace of your bra, the warmth and sensitivity rendering you breathless. but she is as desperate for a taste of you as you are to satiate her, so she continues her path south until her face settles between your spread thighs.

nayeon wastes no time in easing them over her broad shoulders. her breath is tantalising, fanning over your nerves in an evil fashion as she admires how you glisten for her, craving a reckoning only her mouth could ever bring.

with an iron grip on your thighs and a ravenous growl, she closes her lips around your heat, devouring the remnants of your orgasm with a swipe of her tongue.

the sound that escapes you is unintelligible, bleeding into an even sharper mewl as nayeon moves to lazily suck on your clit. pleasure spikes your veins, a rapturous injection of white light that makes you forget your own name.

she takes her time, staring at your panting chest and twitching stomach, watching as you surrender yourself to a delightful madness under her control. you’re perfect in this moment to her: oblivious to anything other than the pleasure she eagerly delivers you, incapable of anything but garbled moans of her name and senseless, impulsive pleas. delirious. utterly delirious.

so she stops.

despairing, you whimper while she grins, hips bucking into the air with the hope of finding relief. your clit throbs, begging for the return of her lips and tongue.

“nayeon, please,” you sob. you hold your breath as she appears to descend once again, met only with the betrayal of a chaste kiss to your inner thigh. frustrated tears prick your eyes.

“you look like an angel right now,” she hums sadistically. “so used to getting what you want that you shut down when you’re denied it.”

the gnawing in your core spirals with each passing second her lips are detached from your slick heat. a scientist testing a hypothesis, nayeon analyses your face as it contorts into a display of pitiful desperation. she purrs as your hole clenches around nothing, essence dripping.

“this is torture, isn’t it, sweet thing?” she laughs fiendishly. “that needy little pussy is crying for me.”

the weight of her gaze borders on humiliating. the denial is agony. those crystalline tears threaten to spill.

“don’t worry, baby. i won’t make a habit of this,” she coos, a mocking undertone laced in her whisky-smooth voice. “you’re always so good for me. it wouldn’t be fair, now, would it?” god, you’re aching with such ferocity it makes you want to claw off your skin. delicate pleas tumble from your lips. “even though you look a damn treat,” she adds lowly, confirmed she’s playing out a long-lived fantasy from the depths of her mind.

as your hips rock against nothing but the warmth of her breath, nayeon removes a hand from your thigh—she only needs one to keep you pinned to the mattress—and withdraws her phone from her jean pocket. “you know, we haven’t added to our little portfolio in a while, honey. what do you say?” she husks.

that portfolio. your dirty little secret. nayeon can work a camera lens as masterfully as she can work her fingers and tongue, if the gory polaroids of her victims in the newspaper was proof of anything. she had a penchant for immortalising your rapture-ridden body in the forms of picture and film. a not-so-guilty pleasure of hers, for her eyes only.

nayeon made it clear on your first ‘set’ together that your face would never appear in frame, not once. if you told her to stop recording, she’d stop. she’d snap her phone in two if you asked, or displayed the first sign of regret. and if anyone managed to pry their way into her phone and find your hidden tapes, she promised to gouge out their eyes with her bare hands, saw off their tongue, break every bone in their damn body—

oh, god, her lips are on your thigh, her unoccupied hand applying a pressure to your pelvis that shouldn’t feel as fucking good as it does. you breathe out a pitchy whine, feeling yourself drip onto the bedding.

nayeon smirks knowingly. “you’re so pretty like this… one little video, and i’ve got this image forever. you can go back to being my spoilt little princess, just like you want.” the marionette strings are within her grasp. she knows just what to say to make an offer irresistible.

breathlessly, you nod, praying for the bittersweet torture to end. “whatever you want, nay. i need you, please,” you whimper, weakly reaching for the hand just above your mons.

“you can say no, sweetheart,” she reassures softly. nefarious as she is, she wouldn’t want anything but your enthusiastic consent.

a question eats away at your heart. morally dubious, but plaguing in its intrigue. an answer would cement your agreeance to her proposal. “do you watch them back after you film me?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper.

she chuckles briefly, sinisterly, as if replaying a delightful scene in her mind. “stakeouts can get real lonely. sometimes i need a reminder of what’s waiting for me,” she confesses without a modicum of shame.

the notion of your lover camping out of sight, only half paying attention to her prey in favor of watching you shake and unravel in one of your homemade videos, just to tide her over until she can get her next dose of you... your mind blanks, briefly forgetting about the ache between your thighs in dire need of soothing. that’s a new level of transgression you couldn’t prepare yourself for.

“i want to,” you blurt out without further pondering.

“that’s my girl,” she grins. nayeon pushes up, unlocking her phone, reaching for a pillow to support it by your side. a clothed knee finds purchase between your legs; to destroy your mind further or to gently appease the ache, you’ll never know. using the front-facing camera, she positions her phone so that your body from the chest down is in shot.

satisfied with the angle, she gently taps the red record button, biting her lip at the anticipative rising and falling of your chest, nipples pebbled with arousal through your bra. “beautiful,” she mutters under her breath, pressing a hot kiss to your sternum on her descent towards your core.

“don’t you worry about the sound not picking up, sugar,” she grins, folding your thighs in on yourself for easier access to your cunt. her thumbs spread you apart for her, out of shot, but her eyes are the most important recipient to the way you shudder at the rough handling. without warning, she spits on your pussy, ripping a gasp from your lips, one that swiftly bleeds into a mewl as she runs her tongue along your folds.

her eyes meet yours, glinting wickedly.

“i’m gonna make you fucking scream.”

for the anon that requested this to be reposted. i remember writing this while watching ncis.

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