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rules for reqs: i'll write mostly anything (smut / fluff / angst) unless i find it out of my comfort range !! 😅 i try to write requests in the order they're sent, but sometimes i might randomly upload a fic of my own idea... (not very often though)

will NOT write: bg idol x gg idol, g!p reader

sfw

yunjin loves to tease you just to watch you get all flustered and red. she’ll lean in way too close when talking, hold eye contact a second longer than necessary, or casually drop ridiculously affectionate comments in the middle of conversations just to see you short-circuit. the second she notices your cheeks turning pink, she gets a smug little grin and keeps doing it on purpose, acting completely innocent while your heart stutters in your chest. she especially loves doing it in front of other people, watching as you hide your face in her shoulder and complain. eventually, she’ll give into your adorable pleas, melting at how cute you are when flustered. 

she loves to make you playlists. sometimes in the middle of the night when she can’t sleep, she’ll send you a spotify playlist full of songs that remind her of you, titling them “thought of you at 2am.” she sends them to you with zero explanation, as if she didn’t spend an hour carefully arranging the order. 

yunjin loves to take candid photos of you, especially when you’re too distracted to notice. her camera roll is full of pictures you didn’t even realize she was taking — you leaning down to pet a cute dog on the street, laughing mid-sentence as you remember a funny memory, or dozing off on her shoulder during a long car ride. sometimes, she’ll even send them to you months later, saying how they’re her favorite pictures of you. 

speaking of pictures, yunjin loves to send you selfies. most of them are random, just whatever she’s doing in the moment. she once sent a close-up selfie of her face, her expression proud as she sent, “bangs are behaving today!” or one time, she sent a  photo of a random cat on the street, messaging, “look!! a cat! almost as cute as you 😛”

yunjin loves to write you long love letters when she’s away overseas on tour, usually writing them late at night after rehearsals when everything’s finally quiet and she starts missing you a little too much to sleep. she’ll sit on her hotel bed with stationery from home, half-tired but determined to write to you about her day and how much she misses you. she mails them to your apartment along with a large bouquet of flowers she’s picked out carefully. even if she can’t see you physically, she’s always determined to bring a smile to your face. 

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whenever you and the group go out for dinner at a private restaurant, she’ll sometimes slide her hands underneath the tablecloth, her touches landing not-so-innocently up your thigh. she’ll tease you while holding a conversation with kazuha, not even bothering to look your way. by the time the main course arrives, you’re practically dripping with need, not able to think straight to the point you have to drag her to the bathroom, unable to wait until you get home. it’s only fair that she finishes what she’s started, isn’t it?

yunjin always “forgets” to wear lipstick, acting way too innocent about it like she’s not doing it on purpose. she’ll pout a little and insist you help her, leaning in like it’s the most natural thing in the world — only accepting your help if it’s directly off your lips. and sure enough, that action alone always leads to more, to the point where when yunjin eventually checks the time, she gasps dramatically, saying “we’re late again!” she grins at you like she’s not the exact reason you’re late and grabs your hand, rushing out like nothing happened.

she gets a little cocky knowing the effect she has on you, often teasing you about it. after kissing you against the door, she’ll slip her hands past your underwear, saying with a smirk, “you’re already this wet for me? i’ve barely touched you and you’re already a mess.” she just laughs while you pathetically grind your hips on her hand, just watching as your slick runs down your thighs. 

sfw

even after hours of practice, she still calls you. she’s clearly tired, hair slightly messy, but the moment she sees your face, her expression softens. she mostly listens as you ramble about your day, her eyes staying on your face like she’s memorizing every detail. if you ask about her day, she answers just briefly, wanting to steer the focus back to you. after all, your voice is what she’s been thinking about all day.

the matching bracelets sit quietly on both your wrists, simple enough that it doesn’t draw too much attention. to everyone else, they’re just accessories. but to you and tzuyu, they’re everything. tzuyu never takes hers off — you always catch glimpses of it in her instagram posts or bubble selfies. and every time you see it, there’s a private little thrill in your chest, because no one else knows. it’s just between you and tzuyu, a small secret you share.

the members love to tease tzuyu every time you text her. whenever she checks her phone during break, a small smile shines on her lips, one that seems to last the entire day. “here we go again,” jeongyeon mutters, nudging jihyo with a teasing grin. tzuyu doesn’t even notice because she’s too caught up in your messages, her eyes softening as that small, unmistakable grin forms before she can even realize it. “must be y/n,” nayeon joins in, poking tzuyu in the arm. your girlfriend just hugs her phone to her chest, cheeks flushing as she tries to act cool… but that stupidly soft smile comes back the second you reply to her. “our tzuyu’s down bad,” the other members yell, grinning at the way tzuyu seems so happy, so in love. 

between the two of you, hoodie theft is basically routine now. you reach for her hoodie without thinking, the soft fabric and oversized fit already familiar to you. you barely get it over your shoulders before she notices. “hey,” tzuyu says, turning her head. “isn’t that my hoodie?” you stick your tongue out at her, not before you say innocently, “of course not! it’s mine.” she just gives you a look, feigning annoyance. after a beat, she just laughs quietly, letting you get away with stealing her clothes — they look good on you anyway. and plus, in the rare instance that you do return them back to her, they end up smelling like you.

she doesn’t even bother texting properly. your front door unlocks, and before you can fully react, tzuyu is already inside, slightly out of breath from running all the way to your apartment. her expression brightens as soon as she sees your face. “y/n!” she blurts, already closing the distance between you. “i have a free day today!” she falls into your arms like she’s been waiting for that exact moment the entire day, her dimples showing as a cheeky grin encompasses her face. “let’s do something fun, y/n!"

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you like to cook for her, knowing that she needs the energy for her intense dance practices. you wake up before her, skillfully cooking eggs and making toast. but once she awakens, she quietly sneaks up on you, wrapping her arms around your midriff and pressing the front of her body into your back. it’s rather distracting, having tzuyu so close to you like that, her warm breath tickling the base of your neck. sometimes, she’ll even start trailing soft kisses down your throat, her touches turning less and less innocent. safe to say, you’ve burned quite a few eggs on these kind of mornings. 

sometimes, tzuyu can’t wait, desperately needing to touch you in one of the changing rooms before a music show or performance. when you turn vocal, she covers your mouth with one hand, whispering that the walls are thin — you need to be quieter, or else the two of you could get caught.  

what started out as innocent morning kisses almost always turn into something more. soon enough, her hands are down your sweatpants, her touches turning more brazen as you let out breathy moans and whimpers. just as you’re about to cum, your back arching pornographically onto the bed, tzuyu’s phone rings. it’s the members, desperately trying to reach their youngest member: “tzuyu, where are you? practice started 30 minutes ago!"

both you and sana immediately burst into giggles, hitting each other as her words hung in the air. 

you didn’t even notice as nayeon entered the living room, her footsteps muted by your laughter. 

“what’s so funny?” nayeon frowned as she placed her bag on the floor. she quickly took in the scene in front of her: you and sana were sprawled lazily in the living room, idly munching on snacks and watching a movie. it was a common sight, especially on days where the two of you had no schedule. but what wasn’t normal was how close sana was to you, clinging onto every inch of your skin. sana’s hand rested just above your knee, her head resting a bit too comfortably on your shoulder.

“oh hi nayeon! how was your recording?” you asked without even looking at her, your eyes glued to the tv.

nayeon couldn’t help the pout that formed on her lips. you couldn’t even spare her a few seconds of eye contact? 

nayeon just stared for a few moments before jumping into the empty space next to you. she wrapped her arm around yours, leaning her body flush against your frame. nayeon immediately sighed as your scent enveloped her. 

“it was really good! pd-nim said my tone was really good. do you want to hear some of it?” nayeon asked excitedly, her eyes wide as they bore into yours.

“sure! maybe a little later though.” you said, shooting her an apologetic glance. “sana really wanted to show me this movie — apparently it’s so bad it’s good.”

sana giggled at that, trying to muffle her laughter into the crook of your neck. you let her, smiling wide as sana’s nose brushed against the curve of your neck. 

you weren’t oblivious. you could’ve easily pulled away from sana, from all her touches and whispered remarks.

but did you really want to? 

every little thing that sana did only seemed to set nayeon off more. her nails dug lightly into your sleeve whenever sana laughed at your jokes. she shifted closer and closer until she was practically halfway in your lap, her thigh pressed stubbornly over yours.

cute.

nayeon’s eyes narrowed at the tv even though she hadn’t paid attention to a single scene in the last fifteen minutes. every few seconds, her gaze flickered back to you instead — checking if you were still looking at sana, still smiling at sana, still letting sana touch you so easily.

when sana started to explain what was going to happen in the film next, nayeon immediately interrupted, speaking over the japanese girl.

“y/n, im cold. can i wear your hoodie?” nayeon shivered for effect, flashing her bunny smile at you.

“nayeon, you just interrupted sana,” you chided gently, giving her a pointed look.

nayeon looked away to roll her eyes and mumbled out an almost unintelligible “sorry.”

you hummed in approval, starting to take off your hoodie. 

“nayeon unnie, i can just give you the blanket,” sana said quickly, flashing what was probably supposed to be a helpful grin. 

nayeon very reluctantly took it from sana’s hands, her lips pressed together in a thin line. she threw the blanket across both her lap and yours, making sure it covered the space between the two of you completely.

you barely had time to suppress your smile before nayeon suddenly grabbed your hand beneath the blanket, tugging it insistently into her lap.

“nayeon,” you warned quietly.

“what?” she whispered back, feigning innocence as her fingers threaded through yours. “i’m cold.”

her tone alone made it obvious she was lying. 

especially when she immediately pressed herself closer to your side, you could feel the way her skin burned against yours, warm and not cold at all. nayeon’s head dropped onto your shoulder with an exaggerated sigh, her pout deepening when your attention shifted back toward sana.

“and then this is the part where they go on their first date—”

“y/n,” nayeon interrupted again, voice smaller this time.

you glanced down at her. “what now?”

“nothing,” she mumbled, clearly meaning the exact opposite.

for the next few minutes, nayeon stayed unusually quiet. but underneath the blanket, her hand kept moving — tracing along your palm, squeezing your fingers whenever sana laughed too loudly, subtly trying to pull your attention back to her.

you could practically feel her getting more and more irritated every second you continued listening to sana instead of her.

eventually, nayeon let out another miserable sigh before leaning close enough for her lips to brush your ear.

“pay attention to me,” she whispered.

the words came out embarrassingly soft.

you raised an eyebrow. “aren’t i already?”

“no,” nayeon muttered immediately. “you’ve been talking to sana the whole night. and,” nayeon swallowed, avoiding your gaze. “you’ve barely touched me all night.”

you whispered quietly, lowering your tone so that sana couldn’t hear. “is that what this is about?

“no…”

“nayeon.”

“i just hate it when you ignore me,” she whined quietly, bringing your intertwined hands to rest on her thigh. 

“i’ll be right back,” sana said, standing up from her spot on the couch. “i have to use the restroom. but you guys can keep watching! this part isn’t too important anyway.” she quickly left, the absence of her presence suddenly making the room feel smaller. 

for a second, neither of you moved.

you untangled your hand from hers, flattening your palm against the top of nayeon’s knee. you could feel the way her skin burned against your hand. nayeon looked at you differently now that she didn’t need to conceal her expression for sana. 

“y/n,” nayeon whispered, your name coming out breathy. 

“were you really upset?” you murmured, voice lower than before.

“you were ignoring me,” nayeon whined. “i—”

her breath hitched when your hand slowly rose higher, your hand stroking up her thigh. 

you didn’t say anything else, just staring at her and gauging her reaction.

when you slid the tip of your fingers under the fabric of her shorts, she sucked in a breath of air. 

nayeon flushed immediately, like she was embarrassed by how fast she reacted. but still, she didn’t pull away, instead leaning closer to you and melting under your touch. she guided your hand all the way up to her waistband, holding her breath as your fingers hooked slightly in.

nayeon just stared at you, waiting for your next move. her breathing was heavier, pupils dilated in anticipation and lust. 

“please,” she whispered when she realized you weren’t going to do anything without her asking. 

you tilted your head slightly. “please what?”

there was another pause, the only sound being nayeon’s heavy breathing.

she swallowed, her eyes flicking to your lips for half a second before she looked away again, suddenly shy.

“touch me,” she murmured, so quiet you weren’t sure if you heard right. on any other given day, you would’ve teased her further, refusing to do anything until nayeon said exactly what she wanted. but today, the needy expression on her face was enough.

you gently pulled down on the waistband, telling her to lift herself up so that you could take her shorts all the way off.

when you finally cupped her clothed core, nayeon let out a shaky exhale, her eyes fluttering shut.

she was absolutely drenched. you could feel the wet stain against the fabric of her panties, the way her arousal stuck to the thin material.

you bit back a laugh. “all this because i ignored you?”

nayeon started to whine, but her response quickly turned into that of a gasp when you roughly pulled her underwear down, leaving her lower half completely bare. you were free to touch her, skin-to-skin, without the inconvenience of clothing. 

you slid your fingers against her slit, almost purring at how easily your fingers moved against the smooth expanse of skin. 

just as you were about to slip a finger inside her tight heat, you heard the restroom door open.

sana.

nayeon’s eyes widened in panic, but her body reacted otherwise: nayeon held your wrist so that you couldn’t move your hand away, pathetically shifting her hips in need.

so needy.

“nayeon,” you whispered, your breath hot against her ear. “can you stay quiet for me?”

nayeon nodded her head frantically. “yes. please— i—”

you could already tell she couldn’t think straight, not when your hand was just inches away from her entrance and her pussy was pulsing in need. oh well — you’d see just how long she could last. 

“you better stay very, very quiet,” you smirked, leaning your head away from her ear just as sana returned. she bounced into her seat, making the couch creak under the weight. 

“i’m back! are you guys ready? — this is where everything gets crazy.”

you definitely agreed with that.

you slowly circled nayeon’s clit, all the while completely avoiding looking her away. you gave your full attention to sana, nodding along and humming in agreement as sana rambled excitedly about how surprisingly poetic the next scene was. 

“...it’s so, so crazy,” sana finished, her eyes sparkling. “isn’t it, nayeon unnie?”

you quickly glanced at nayeon. her cheeks were completely flushed, and she was barely able to open her eyes. you increased your pace against her clit, smirking as her breath hitched. 

“i— y-yes,” she stuttered, biting her lips hard to prevent any unwanted noises from slipping out.

nayeon clamped her legs tightly around your hand as you flicked at her clit even faster — at that pace, she could barely control herself, barely restrain herself to stay quiet like she’d promised you.

“oh my god, and then here, the guy—” sana continued to talk. you quickly removed your hand from nayeon’s dripping core, turning your body to give sana your full attention.

you laughed when sana said something funny, although you weren’t really laughing at that.

beside you, nayeon gave a confused groan. she reached for your hand under the blanket, trying to guide your hand back to where she needed it, where she was dripping for you. 

you only began to move your hand again when sana finished talking.

this time, you slipped a finger inside her, doing so slowly to prevent any squelching sounds. you slid in impossibly slow, biting your lip at how tight she was — her pussy practically swallowed your finger.

next to you, nayeon turned impossibly quiet. with her other hand, she was gripping the sleeve of your hoodie, her face buried in your shoulder. her body was shaking from restraining herself of grinding onto you.

once the entire length of your finger was inside her, you slid out equally as slowly. you repeated this over and over, reveling in the effect that it had on nayeon. with each thrust, nayeon’s walls squeezed around your finger, her grip on your hoodie turning so tight her knuckles turned white. 

she was barely able to stay quiet, but the sounds didn’t travel as far since her moans were muffled by your hoodie. 

“this is the actual plot twist,” sana squealed, clapping her hands as she leaned forwards towards the screen.

“oh is it?” you asked, quickly sliding your fingers out of nayeon. you didn’t so much as glance nayeon’s way, pulling your drenched fingers into your lap. 

when the plot twist ended, you moved your hand back up to nayeon’s pussy, only to find that she was already touching herself, her own fingers stuffed deep inside. she had two fingers pumping in and out of her as her other hand circled her clit. 

she was whining against your hoodie, whimpering at the new intensity of pleasure — one that she had to give herself because you weren’t paying any attention to her.

you quickly slapped her hands away. nayeon whimpered loudly, but luckily, sana didn’t notice. you leaned into her ear: “such a slut. you can’t even wait for my fingers hm?”

nayeon whispered your name, the sound so filthy and broken. 

“d-don’t stop, p-please,” nayeon begged, her breath hot against your ears. 

suddenly, sana leaned further so that she could look at nayeon.

“nayeon unnie…? are you okay? you look kind of red,” sana commented, looking at the older girl with worry. “are you feeling hot now? do you want me to take the blanket back?”

in that exact moment, you chose to thrust two fingers inside her — she had begged you not to stop, after all. nayeon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, but she quickly recovered, forcing herself to look at the japanese girl in front of her. sana didn't fail to notice the peculiar reaction, which only added to her original concern. 

“n-no!” nayeon immediately shouted, her eyes wide with panic. you fucked her even harder, slamming your fingers each time so that they hit her g-spot at the perfect angle. “i mean— i-i’m fine. just tired i t-think.” her voice was shaky, her eyes barely able to stay open. 

her thigh was jerking uncontrollably. after the endless times of edging and touching her on and off, you could tell she was close. and though she’d never admit, you felt how much wetter she had gotten when sana started to pay more attention to her, giving her worried glances every now and then. nayeon gushed around your hand, so wet to the point that you didn’t think you could pump into her without fully getting caught.

so instead, you opted to curl your fingers right against her g-spot. 

nayeon buried her face into your shoulder again, but not before a very noticeable moan slipped past her lips. 

“nayeon unnie?” sana questioned again, the suspicion more evident in her voice. she stared back and forth between nayeon and you, trying to determine what was happening. you stared straight ahead, acting engrossed in the movie while your finger curled into her a rapid pace under the blanket, your leg pressed on top of nayeon’s open ones to prevent the blanket from moving so much.

“sana,” you said, your voice smooth and even. “do you think you could get nayeon a glass of water? maybe with some ice cubes in it.” 

the ice cubes were just a time stall — you were sure it would be just enough to make nayeon cum without sana coming back at the wrong time.

sana nodded, getting up slowly as she shot one more skeptical glance towards nayeon.

as soon as sana disappeared into the kitchen, nayeon whimpered out loud.

“f-fuck, i’m s-so close,” she moaned, throwing her head back. her back arched into your fingers, pushing them deeper inside her. 

with one hand still buried deep inside her, you brought the other one to circle her clit. her walls fluttered against your fingers, squeezing your fingers impossibly tight. you curled into her again, murmuring filthy things into her ear. 

“come on, baby. cum for me before sana catches us.”

at that, nayeon came hard, biting down on your clothed shoulder as her entire body shuddered from her climax.

a muffled scream echoed through the living room, the sound quiet yet loud across the vast space.

you pulled your fingers slowly out of her, your entire hand drenched from her juices. the couch underneath her was stained as well, obvious and impossible to miss.

nayeon fell limp against your body, her thighs still twitching from the aftermath of her climax.

“let’s get you dressed quickly,” you said to her, pressing a kiss to her cheeks. she nodded weakly, throwing the blanket to the floor as she looked for her discarded clothes somewhere in the quilt. 

you watched as pulled her shorts up, her legs wobbling as she sat back down. as soon as you threw the blanket over the two of you again — to hide the very obvious wet spot on the couch — sana returned with a cold glass of water in her hands.

“here you go,” sana handed the glass to nayeon.

nayeon hummed in thanks, taking a small sip of the liquid. 

“are you sure you’re okay?” sana asked one last time, looking not-so-subtly around to see if she could detect any suspicious changes to the environment.