2yeon Oneshots

Hate you (M)

No one's POV

The bass thumped the floor as the house party raged on—sweaty bodies packed wall to wall, laughter, and drinks spilling. Nayeon hadn't even wanted to come, but there she was.

Jeongyeon. The one person who always got under her skin.

Cocky smirk, devil-may-care-swagger, and the maddening habit of calling her by the nickname "The Mad Bunny" just to piss her off.

Jeongyeon caught her eye from across the room, lifted her red solo cup like a challenge, then disappeared down the hallway with a glance over her shoulder.

Nayeon shouldn't have followed. But her feer moved before she made the decision.

She found her in a quiet corner room, the door barely cracked. When she pushed it open, she was leaning against the wall, arms crossed like she'd been expecting her.

"You lost?" Jeongyeon asked, voice deep, low, and mocking.

"I thought I saw a rat crawl in here," Nayeon shot back, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her.

She laughed "Cute. You always this mouthy? or is it just for me?"

Nayeon moved closer, the air between them crackling with tension "Only for people who deserves it."

Jeongyeon leaned down, their faces inches apart fanning their lips with their breath. "Good. Keep talking like that and i might have to shut you up."

She raised a brow, challenging. "You think you could, huh?"

Without another word, Jeongyeon stepped forward, backing her up against the door with one swift movement. Her mouth was on hers—hungry, rough, tasting of beer and something darker. Nayeon kissed Jeongyeon back just as fiercely, teeth sticking, tounges tangling. Jeongyeon hands slid to Nayeon's waist, gripping tightly, pulling her flush against her. Nayeon could feel how hard Jeongyeon was already.

Yes, apparently this is Jeongyeon secret that only Nayeon and her friends knows.

"You're such a pain in the ass" Jeongyeon murmured against her lips, one hand sliding under her top, fingertips teasing over her stomach.

"And yet here you are," Nayeon gasped, nails digging into Jeongyeon back as Jeongyeon pressed her thigh between Nayeon's

"Don't flatter yourself," Jeongyeon growled, dipping her head to bite gently at her neck. "I just got tired pretending I didn't want to fuck the attitude out of you."

Nayeon moaned sofly, rolling her hips against Jeongyeon leg, breath hot in her ear. "Then stop pretending, Darling."

Jeongyeon spun her around, The older girl hands bracing on the door as Jeongyeon pressed against the latter from behind, grinding into Nayeon with just enough pressure to make her whimper. One hand wrapped around her throat, just enough to tilt the head of the bunny teeth girl, so she could kiss her again—deep, possessive, filthy.

Outside, the party roared on. Inside, it was all heavy breathing and quiet curses, whispered dirty talks, and desperate friction.

Enemies. Sure.

But right now, they were each other's biggest weakness—and neither one was going to walk away without giving in to it.

The bunny girl breathed hitched, as the taller girl slid her hand under her skirt, fingers skimming over the edge of her panties—teasing, not giving her what she wanted just yet.

"You're so wet already," the taller girl whispered in her ear, voice laced with mockery and desire. "What would everyone out there think if they saw you like this? Bent over, begging for the girl with a cock you claim to hate?"