want | nayeon
This drabble has been stuck in my head for like a month now.
You pushed yourself upright at the sound of knocking on the other side of your bedroom door. But before you could even move yourself off the bed, the door was pushed open. You rolled your eye as Nayeon sauntered her way into the room, as if it were hers’.
“Sure just waltz right in, you’re totally welcome.” You mumble sarcastically.
“Oh stop whining it’s not like you’re doing anything important.” She says rolling her eyes. She holds up two different dresses. “Which one looks better.”
“Why does it matter which one you chose? It’ll just end up on someone’s floor.” You say with a disinterested frown, hoping she’d leave you alone. She didn’t though, instead she threw the clothes onto your bed, leaving her in just her gaudy lingerie.
“Don’t be bitter because you can’t get yourself laid.” You scoffed at the remark, feeling slightly tempted to kiss that smirk off her lips.
“Are you sure it’s it’s me who needs to get laid? I mean it’s you who’s been extra bitchy lately.” The statement was technically true but Nayeon wasn’t going to admit that. Instead she turns towards the full body mirror, though she never looked away from your gaze
“If that is your way of offering to sleep with me I’ll have to decline, I can’t imagine you know anything about pleasuring someone.”
The comment makes you stand from the bed. “Really? You must a limited imagination.”
“No, I just see things realistically.” She stops moving altogether as your lips ghost over her ear.
“How boring.” Her shiver was so visible you could almost feel it yourself.
“Show me then.” She commands, though in your ears it sounded like a plead.
“Show you what” You ask, too enticed with how her skin gets goosebumps everywhere you touch her.
“Show what it’s like when you’re pleasuring someone.”
“Well that’s just too easy.” You tease pressing your nails against her thigh. You smiled as you watched the indents form through the mirror.
“And why is that?” Nayeon asks in a shaky voice.
“Because it’s you.”
“Are you saying that I’m easy?” She asks with a pout.
Shaking your head as you pressed kisses along her shoulder. “No, but I know you, and I know what you want.”
“Which is?” It was a taunting question, to hide the fact that she already knew the answer.
Your hand slips through her underwear, cupping her heat. You retrace your movements, finding your lips against her ear again. “Me.” In any other case you wouldn’t have said something so arrogant; even if it was true. But with the intention of ruining every sense Nayeon has you did. Without regret too considering that it seemed to be working.
The way her head fell back against your shoulder. Her breathing became heavy. All signs proving your statement to be true. Proving that she did in fact want you but she couldn’t have you. At least not now as your moment was interrupted. By a knock on the other side: It was Jihyo telling Nayeon it was time to go.
Nayeon whimpered pitifully when you moved your hand from her dripping heat. Your eyes locked through the mirror again, but only this time her eyes were clouded with an array of emotions you couldn’t make out.
All except for one single emotion you’ve seen since the day you’ve met.