soulgi

i'm quite new to the tumblr writing community, so, erm, i'm looking very much like a grandma trying to use the house computer...

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|| sana-centric writing. i will try to also write for other twice members too, just request (esp. jihyo and mina, teehee)!! only writing for female/ gn readers, sometime ships too

|| fluff and angst are my go-to! i'm pretty new to writing smut, so it may not be my best work, but i will try my best :>!!

|| i WILL NOT write rape/noncon, dubcon, incest/ stepcest, underage, agegap (to an extent), gore, extreme kinks

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all of this is unfair.

sana is truly and especially unfair.

you’re sprawled out on the mattress, naked and bare, legs opened up for sana to praise and take. you let out a whiny whimper as she licks a long stripe up your core, making your arousal gush out more.

“you’re like a waterfall, darling. no matter how much i lick you up, you just continue dripping,” she accompanies it with another deep lick, tongue prodding in just slightly, though not enough as you want, “all for me.”

she repositions herself slightly, hands sliding up from your inner thighs to the back of your knees, the fabric of her sweater feeling prickly as she does so.

this is where she’s being unfair.

because while you’re all nude, skin glistening with sweat all around, your girlfriend is still fully clothed, from head to toe.

having just gotten back from her promotion filming, you barely had the time to register her coming home before she pounced right onto you, grabby hands already busy taking your clothes off before she lifts you up and to the bedroom.

(you have to admit, it was your fault, anyway, that sana came home hot and ready. you’ve been teasing her all day by sending photos that no other eyes should see besides hers—ones of you in an oversized white, sheer button up (of course, with nothing underneath), of you in her favorite lingerie she likes on you, of you in nothing.

and you knew she had a packed schedule today, so why not give her a ‘pick-me-up’, right?

you had giggle at your little antics, seeing how riled up sana is just by the way she responds:

sana babie:

sending these to me makes you wet, don’t they?

but then you might’ve walked yourself straight into hell, because then:

sana babie:

[sana babie sent two attachments]

don’t touch yourself and you can sit on my face.

and god, her nose is angled just right in the selfie pictures that takes you back to how it was the cause of many mind-blowing orgasms of your life.

wet would be an understatement).

“from the way you’re constantly dripping, i’ll believe you that you haven’t touched yourself while i was at work.”

she gives small pecks in your inner thigh, barring her teeth before taking flesh between them.

“i-i haven’t—fuck, sana—,” still giving you bites, marking all over your skin, a sneaky hand of hers made its way on your clit, thumb rubbing in firm circles.

“are you sure, darling?”

“y-yes, ‘m sure,” you slip your hand through her hair, curling your fingers as you bunch it up, pulling it towards you. she moans lowly as she licks the dark spots forming, your eyes peering down at the myriad of marks (you’re not sure how to explain to your stylists that you can’t wear too revealing bottoms for the next week or so without making your girlfriend sound like a hungry beast).

“so feisty tonight. why don’t you tell me about your day, hm?” her face hovers where you need her to be, squirming at the way you feel every exhale.

“my day? w-what does that have to do with—” your words die out as her mouth closes around your clit, sucking lightly.

“look at me while you do it, yeah?” she mumbles, the vibration sending another electric pulse that causes you to spill more into her mouth and onto her chin.

her tone leaves no room for anything else besides a hushed "yes," grounding yet silky enough for you to drown in further with the sheets.

you squirm when she pushes in two fingers, gasping loudly when she starts moving slowly, knowing she's not doing it on purpose, but because she has a thing for feeling you up.

(there is no doubt, sana has done this numerous times that she knows everything like the back of her hand: which spot makes you twitch, which poke makes you spill out more, which slide of her finger(s) makes you embarrassingly close, which rub makes your legs shake and toes curl in the air, which stroke makes you moan the moan she wants to hear).

"i'm waiting," she singsongs, already curling her digits upward, easily finding the spongy spot that makes you moan loudly.

"i-i—just stayed home today...no schedule—" you let out a choked noise when she presses down on your stomach, working fingers pushing up to feel herself inside you.

so unfair.

"hm? what was that? sorry, it's a bit hard to hear with all the noise down here," sana lifts her head with a cheeky grin and glistening chin, one that has your eyebrow twitching as she licks her lips.

thank you, sana, for letting you know that you're practically dripping a puddle onto the sheets. wonder whose fault that is.

"and who am i talking to? there's no eye contact...i'm a bit unsure who i should be giving my attention to, hm?" she asks in her sugary-sweet, whiny voice, each syllable dragged out with a high-pitched lilt.

you blearily open your eyes, visions blurry as your tears well up even more from the stimulation, feeling yourself whining pitifully. your girlfriend pulls out and away altogether, reaching up with her dry hand to wipe away your tears with her sweater's sleeve; the soft cotton and warmth of her palm make your mind less clouded.

"that's my good girl. wasn't so hard, right? now go on, what were you saying? must be super important!" you whine pathetically, exhaling shakily when she pushes back in.

"i had no schedule, so i stayed home..." panting hard, you trail off, losing concentration just as quick as sana's next words.

"and? what did you do at home?" her lips begin to give small kisses around your inner thighs, tongue licking over the hickeys before she sucks over them.

her fingers are still thrusting agonizingly slowly the whole time, not enough to make you come, but enough to make your mind fall into endless jumbles. and she absolutely knows that.

"i-i went over my singing lines and caught up on some kdramas—fuck, sana—"

"open your eyes," she mumbles wetly as her mouth latches to your swollen clit. sana hums approvingly when you do, the vibration sending a spike straight up your center again, "and then what else?"

"and then i missed you, so i t-texted you for a bit..." you feel your legs starting to shake, your walls convulsing. your eyes widen in surprise because you've never come like this before, and sana's just about to be the first person who would make you do so, in her stupid brown sweater and oversized denim jeans, with her stupid-looking perfect hair (only a single strand out of place even when you’ve been clutching on it for your dear life), and her stupid teasing smile as she pulls her mouth away from you with a loud, squelching pop.

"and how much did you miss me?"

a whole fucking lot. but you don't get the chance to tell her this because your orgasm wracks throughout your body, your hips bucking wildly as you cum onto her hands, probably staining her sweater.

you see blotches of white in your vision, ears muffled from any sound, mouth producing moans and whines that only sana gets to hear. and you know she likes the sound, if her coming up to your ear to whisper how good you sound says otherwise.

her fingers are still inside as you come down from your high, blinking away hot tears and hugging your girlfriend close. she peppers the side of your neck with kisses, traveling up to your cheeks, nose, then lips. the kiss is warm and gentle, very sana-like in the way she rubs her nose against yours afterwards. you giggle from the ticklish feeling, but then groan softly when sana's fingers retreat from your pussy, but stay sliding around your outer lips.

"can you do one more?" she brings her wet hand up to her lips, licking each coated digit with fervor down to the knuckles.

your mouth parts on its own, eyes coming up from her fingers to see her staring intensely at you, lowering to her mouth to see her tongue swiping her lips clean.

sana lets out a yelp when you hurriedly push her onto the bed, mouth crashing into a heated kiss, your tongue pushing past plump lips to meet hers, lapping up the mixture of her spit and your cum. moaning into the kiss at tasting yourself, you feel sana's hot palms slide up to sneakily flick your nipples with her thumbs before they slide down to your back, past your hips, and onto your ass cheeks. she gives them a generous squeeze before pulling them apart, molding them in her hands as you continue to make out with her.

"i'm guessing that's a yes," she giggles as you pull away from the kiss, brows scrunched as you straddle her hips, your leaking pussy leaving a wet patch on the center of her sweater.

"want you...please," you whine as she slowly moves you further up until your knees are on both sides of her head, bruised inner thighs bracketing her in.

"so, again, how much did you miss me, gorgeous girl?"

and before you get to answer, sana tugs you down right onto her face, cunt landing right on her hot mouth. your hands immediately find leverage on the headboard, knuckles becoming white at how hard you're gripping.

you moan helplessly, each sound more broken and breathy as you feel her tongue pushing in and out, licking all that you have to offer for her. her nose slots perfectly where your clit is, grazing it every time her mouth moves. her arms make their way around your thighs, keeping you in place as she continues deliciously lapping against your pussy.

"fuck—just like that, sana. more, please—" you move a hand down into her hair, gripping it tightly before you grind on her face. sana's arousing moan tells you that she enjoys the roughness very much.

"m-miss you so much, nngh, you don't know how much. miss your smile, your warmth, your cuddles, f-fuck—and your mouth; miss your pretty mouth the most," she whimpers hungrily, her grip on your thighs tightens, feeling herself doubling the effort upon hearing the praises and your needy voice. her tongue swipes quickly side-to-side in between your folds; the repeated taps make your hips shudder.

leaning back with your arms outstretched behind you on her stomach, hooking some of your fingers around her belt loop, you continue rolling your hips, chasing your second orgasm. a hand sneakily reaches down to her core, pressing in slightly only to feel her arousal creating a big stain on her jeans.

“y-you’re soaking wet…you’re practically leaking through your jean, baby,” you slide two fingers up and down on the soaked denim, relishing in the whiny sounds sana releases, and the way her hips automatically cant up from the stimulation.

with her tongue working messily inside you, her pointy nose poking sharply on your clit, her one hand traveling up your body to take a nipple of yours between her fingers, you come again with a shudder, body arching, moaning unabashedly.

your girlfriend helps you ride out your orgasm, prolonging the sensation as she continues to eat you out with kitten licks, your hips riding up from the overstimulation but sana pushes you right down, licking you clean.

"s-sana—" she finally pulls away with a featherlight kiss to your clit, shuffling you back down to her lap as she sits up. she hugs you close against her chest, hands soothing you down from two intense orgasms.

after calming down, you pull back, taking in the look of her state: hair now messy, nose, mouth, chin shiny in your essence and cum, eyes shining bright with that undeniable love in them.

"such a messy baby..." you murmur as you pull her sweater up to wipe away your arousal, cheeks turning pink in embarrassment at the big mess all over the lower half of her face.

"sweater's pretty useful, right?" she giggles, voice mischievous as she delivers a kiss to your forehead.

but then her face scrunches up in pleasure when you press a knee to her center, her forehead dropping onto your shoulder as she lets out a breathy moan.