Characters/Ship: (G)I-DLE miyeon/minnie Tags: alternate universe - cheerleader au, college au, casual sex, drunk sex, open ending? (sort of) Permission to Remix: yes! Content Warning: smut/pwp (NSFW) -
This room should be off limits. It probably is. That only occurs to Miyeon once they’re inside and the door is closed and her back is pressed against it. The party is still alive on the other side, just not as loud now that all of Miyeon’s senses are devoted to the tall figure of the new member of the cheerleading team looming over her.
Like her sweetest nightmare. Like her deadliest dream. Her lips curl at the thought.
“Out with it.” There’s tiny little diamonds at the tip of her sharp eyeliner. They seem to shine in the semi-darkness, drawing all of Miyeon’s attention before a pretty drawl pulls her back. “Open your mouth, come on. Tell me what you meant downstairs.”
Downstairs. Miyeon had a drink in her hand when she was downstairs. Oh, she shouldn’t be drinking. Everything that occurs to her materializes in her voice in an instant, because alcohol loosens all her fears and lets herself slip through.
“I said,” she recalls, “that you don’t scare me.”
A feline grin. The girl comes closer, and the diamonds on her skin pale in comparison to the glint in her eyes.
“Yeah. And what did you mean by that?”
Her breath tickles Miyeon’s upper lip. Miyeon wets her lips, presses her legs close together. The room expands and shrinks at once, because there’s no space left between them and Miyeon can’t remember what the room looks like.
It’s only her. She is all Miyeon cares to see right now.
“That I’d let you close,” Miyeon says. She giggles when the simile comes to her. “I’d let you hunt me down and keep me alllll to yourself. I’d marry you and tell everyone I married the scariest girl on the cheerleading team.”
Miyeon gasps when cold lips find her flushed neck. Teeth graze her skin, and she can’t possibly press her legs any closer together, throbbing, losing herself to the hands around her waist that remind her of why she came to this party in the first place. She’s melting, she’s on fire, she’s drowning, and she can’t believe she wore jeans but it doesn’t matter because the button is open now, the zipper is down, and she feels, hears herself being touched.
Her moan sounds exactly like the name that has been on her mind all night.
“Minnie.”
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The bed Miyeon wakes up in is not her bed. She looks around, but her head is splitting in a dozen different ways and her eyes hurt with the sunlight streaming in through open blinds. With a grunt, she sits up. Her jeans are unbuttoned, her crop top slightly askew. It’s as she uses a hand to brush her hair over her shoulder that she feels it, the tender flesh on her neck where she vividly remembers teeth sinking into the night before.
She winces when she tries touching it. Miraculously, her phone is still in her pocket so she opens the camera to check and yeah, that’s a bruise. It’s purplish, red around the edges, and there’s two darker dots right at the center of it, as if shadows of teeth. As if—
As if shadows of fangs, of the monstrous kind.
For a split second, Miyeon entertains the idea. Then she laughs at her own foolishness, wincing again when she remembers her headache, and busies herself with finding her shoes.
[FILL] scariest girl on the cheerleading team
Tags: alternate universe - cheerleader au, college au, casual sex, drunk sex, open ending? (sort of)
Permission to Remix: yes!
Content Warning: smut/pwp (NSFW)
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This room should be off limits. It probably is. That only occurs to Miyeon once they’re inside and the door is closed and her back is pressed against it. The party is still alive on the other side, just not as loud now that all of Miyeon’s senses are devoted to the tall figure of the new member of the cheerleading team looming over her.
Like her sweetest nightmare. Like her deadliest dream. Her lips curl at the thought.
“Out with it.” There’s tiny little diamonds at the tip of her sharp eyeliner. They seem to shine in the semi-darkness, drawing all of Miyeon’s attention before a pretty drawl pulls her back. “Open your mouth, come on. Tell me what you meant downstairs.”
Downstairs. Miyeon had a drink in her hand when she was downstairs. Oh, she shouldn’t be drinking. Everything that occurs to her materializes in her voice in an instant, because alcohol loosens all her fears and lets herself slip through.
“I said,” she recalls, “that you don’t scare me.”
A feline grin. The girl comes closer, and the diamonds on her skin pale in comparison to the glint in her eyes.
“Yeah. And what did you mean by that?”
Her breath tickles Miyeon’s upper lip. Miyeon wets her lips, presses her legs close together. The room expands and shrinks at once, because there’s no space left between them and Miyeon can’t remember what the room looks like.
It’s only her. She is all Miyeon cares to see right now.
“That I’d let you close,” Miyeon says. She giggles when the simile comes to her. “I’d let you hunt me down and keep me alllll to yourself. I’d marry you and tell everyone I married the scariest girl on the cheerleading team.”
Miyeon gasps when cold lips find her flushed neck. Teeth graze her skin, and she can’t possibly press her legs any closer together, throbbing, losing herself to the hands around her waist that remind her of why she came to this party in the first place. She’s melting, she’s on fire, she’s drowning, and she can’t believe she wore jeans but it doesn’t matter because the button is open now, the zipper is down, and she feels, hears herself being touched.
Her moan sounds exactly like the name that has been on her mind all night.
“Minnie.”
-
The bed Miyeon wakes up in is not her bed. She looks around, but her head is splitting in a dozen different ways and her eyes hurt with the sunlight streaming in through open blinds. With a grunt, she sits up. Her jeans are unbuttoned, her crop top slightly askew. It’s as she uses a hand to brush her hair over her shoulder that she feels it, the tender flesh on her neck where she vividly remembers teeth sinking into the night before.
She winces when she tries touching it. Miraculously, her phone is still in her pocket so she opens the camera to check and yeah, that’s a bruise. It’s purplish, red around the edges, and there’s two darker dots right at the center of it, as if shadows of teeth. As if—
As if shadows of fangs, of the monstrous kind.
For a split second, Miyeon entertains the idea. Then she laughs at her own foolishness, wincing again when she remembers her headache, and busies herself with finding her shoes.