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Nayeon x g!p reader
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Needless to say, working at the café was never Nayeon’s dream job, but she was awfully darn good at it nonetheless.
More often than not, you found yourself watching her while she demurely greeted other customers in that too-small excuse of a uniform with the apron over the skirt. She was so damn charming, dripping with charisma. It gave you the impression that she had a much bigger role than merely serving customers their meals.
Nayeon was a recent employee, but it was not at all lost on you the surge of regulars after she was hired. You were one of them, after all. The café had its decency, but you only frequented it to have a sight of the girl bound to be working there.
Not that you liked it. You hated other people staring at what was obviously yours. You knew they would gape when she accidentally dropped a tray and bent over to pick it up, smilingly shyly and apologizing because nobody could ever hold a grudge against someone with a smile – and body – like hers.
It was another late evening when you made your daily stop by the café. You were familiar with her work schedule, knowing the perfect time to visit her. Every weekday, Nayeon worked from noon to closing hours, usually the one to flip the sign around. Which was perfectly convenient for you, because you had a trick up your sleeve.
Nayeon greeted you in her usual chipper tone, “good evening, ma’am. Your usual?”
“mm-hm. Thank you,” you told her, matching her smile and watching her bounce away to fetch your order.
Similar to how you were very cognizant of her schedule, Nayeon always knew when you would show up – seeing as you followed a very predictable pattern – and would have your order already hot and ready by the time you arrived. The sweet gesture only made your desire increase tenfold. You were a well of ache and yearning, so depthless it was pitiful.
You watched her skip around, still full of energy despite the fact it was nearing the end of her shift and very close to the end of her day. That tight uniform had her legs on display. Your distracted eyes couldn’t help but fall, holding a non-dwindling fire.
Unsurprisingly, there weren’t many other customers. The café was busiest during the afternoon, bustling with people flocking to either see her or catch lunch. there was a contented old man in the corner of the café and a young girl seated at one of the tables with her headphones plugged in, computer on, paying her surroundings zero mind. Meaning there was nobody to distract Nayeon from you.
She came back with your order in a matter of moments and you exchanged cash at the register.
As usual, you found a seat and sipped your tea. You were never in any rush to leave. For a while, Nayeon ran around, trying to be productive as possible, but there wasn’t very much for her to do. no new customers came. It seemed you would be the last before the café closed up.
“is your tea okay?” Nayeon asked when she made her rounds and came back to you.
“it’s perfect,” you flirted, taking a nice sip. Her cheeks were so prominent when she smiled. “slow night-,” you read the name tag printed on her shirt, despite already being aware. “-Nayeon?”
Nayeon lightheartedly groaned, “you have no idea.”
“talk to me,” you suggested. “tell me what’s on your mind.”
Nayeon hesitated, but you could tell there was something plaguing her mind, and you were ignoring how she stole glances at you as she skipped around when she thought you weren’t looking. You fought a smug little smile at the thought. It was possible your attraction was not unrequited.
“there’s a regular – well, there was a regular here, but she doesn’t show up anymore,” Nayeon began, heaving a sigh. “she stopped coming a couple of weeks ago out of the blue. I’m a little worried.”
You played it cool. “maybe she moved.”
Nayeon nodded. “maybe she did.”
You knew that wasn’t true. That regular had been trying to cozy up to Nayeon every time she visited the café and the mere thought of Nayeon with another woman made you bristle. You decided to remove the competition yourself, giving her a good warning to steer clear of what was yours. In your opinion, you’d been very sparing. The memory of the bloody cuts on her face when you were done with her was satisfying enough to help you keep your cool.
Memories were all you had. Memories of secretly following Nayeon home to make sure she arrived safely and watching her outside her bedroom window, seeing her strip and relieve herself after a long day of work. You only wished you could hear her through the distance. You knew she made such sickly sweet noises, and imagining her sounds as she played with her sweet cunt turned you on like nothing else. You needed to hear her for yourself.
Now, thinking about it, the memory was giving you a hard-on.
In the corner of your eye, you could see the last of the customers finally dwindle. You checked your watch and stood. The café would be closing in five minutes.
Nayeon seemed to note the time too, and with that in mind, said with a beaming smile, “it’s getting late. See you tomorrow?”
“we’re not done here,” you told her, shifting behind her. The giddy look on her face turned into one of confusion, and you pressed her lightly into the table, brushing her hair from the side of her face as you whispered, “flip the sign.”
Nayeon’s breath caught in her throat. You were sure she could feel your bulge behind her, and she meekly obeyed you, slipping from the little space you’d made between you and the table to change the sign around. you smiled at her compliance and cuffed her wrist in your hands, taking her to a room in the back.
“miss,” Nayeon finally whimpered when you bent her over a table.
“shh,” you whispered silkily. “don’t you feel the problem you’ve made?”
Of course, she did. Nayeon was aware that she got a lot of people up – that was half her job – but to feel it pressed against her, hard and aching, she was in over her head. She knew you wanted her. Much like everyone else, but there was something about you that was strikingly different and she was testing the waters earlier, seeing if they were too cold to dip in yet. You were none too subtle when you snuck peaks of her, though then again, neither was she.
You slipped your fingers under her tiny yellow skirt, stroking her damp underwear. “why are you so wet?” you hummed, voice like velvet. Nayeon said nothing, swiftly losing whatever sense she had as you touched her. “you wanna know what I think? I think you want me, too. I think you told me that shit about your customer to rile me up. Is that right?”
“I just wanted to see how you’d react,” Nayeon admitted quietly, interjected by her own moan as you crammed a pair of fingers into her sticky cunt.
“yeah? You wanted to provoke me?” you hummed, manueving your fingers through her slick cunt. She was clinging to the jagged rim of the table for dear life, moaning as you fucked her with your fingers. “is this the reaction you wanted?”
Nayeon bobbed her head absentmindedly. At very least, it was the response she was hoping for. She never thought you would react so boldly, though now that you had proved her wrong, she wasn’t complaining in the slightest. She liked being forced over the table, in love with the feeling of your fingers touching places she could never reach on her own. There was something about the angle and depth that had her knees buckling.
“more, please,” Nayeon whimpered, begging for another finger.
Instead, you recouped your hand and pulled away, resulting in her whining in complaint.
You arched a brow. “are you forgetting something?”
Nayeon stood and pivoted around, re-noticing the sight of your fully hard cock taut in your pants. That alone made her gulp. Her thighs clenched together, want and arousal spilling between.
“can I be on top?” she managed to ask, voice barely above a whisper. It was caught in her throat somewhere, rendering her nearly speechless.
You shrugged, as if to say you couldn’t give less of a damn, sashaying over to a couch with her following behind you suit. She gave a cry of surprise when you pulled her into your lap, anchoring herself at your shoulders. She went headfirst for your pants, unbuckling your belt, and freeing your cock in a matter of seconds. All the while, your hands slipped underneath her skirt and slipped her panties to the side.
Nayeon’s lips parted at the mouthwatering sight of your cock. It made her cunt throb, and you could feel her dripping onto your thighs.
You teased, “you’ll catch flies.”
Nayeon’s cheeks were aflame, and she ducked her head, hovering over your cock before leisurely sliding down. Your hands found purchase at her hips, and a moan tore at her lips as you helped her sink down. She took you little by little, inch by inch, until she was stuffed to the hilt. Her walls were tightening around you, pulsing with warmth.
The feeling made you hiss. You knew in your mind she would feel good – so tight and scalding – but now that you had her clamped around you, hands hooked around you so tightly, you were being driven past the threshold of insanity.
“you’re so big,” Nayeon cried, being stretched out beyond imagination.
You snickered. “yeah?”
The pretty waitress only bobbed her head, steadily beginning to bounce on you. You were bigger than anything – or anyone – she’d ever taken before. The feeling of being stretched out so much made her crazy. She loved being stuffed full, obsessed with how not a single part of her cunt was empty. Not even her toys were this big and surely none of her past lovers or one-night stands could compare to how your size nearly tore her at the seams.
You thought about all the other customers that could only dream of having her like this; so brain-dead and needy for them. But right now, she was on your dick, cries of your name spilling from her mouth, only thinking about the way you felt deep inside her pretty little cunt. The thought made a smile break out on your lips. Yours. Nayeon was no one else’s and you would destroy anyone that tried to come between you.
“my pretty baby,” you whispered, watching her ride the soul out of you. She was gonna make you nut way too fast.
Nayeon gaped at you with awe, a little smile on her face as she repeated, “yours?”
“mine,” you said, voice dangerously low. “no one else’s.”
Nayeon moaned and nestled her face in the crook of your neck, but you could feel her sweet lips flush against your skin.
“you’re so tight,” you hissed, loving the way she gripped your cock. You got a handful of her ass, and Nayeon melted because she loved the way your hands felt all over her body.
She was a mess, unraveling on top of you, chasing pleasure like you were the sole source. She could barely think, showered in your praises and the sound of your voice making her lose her goddamn mind.
Nayeon had wanted you for so long that franky, it was beginning to hurt. You were her favorite of all the customers. She knew your order by heart and would have it ready for you so that you wouldn’t need to wait as long, and her heart would skip a beat when she saw you stroll into the café. You were making short work of her, but she didn’t want you to stop.
Out all of the people she’d been with, you were – without a shred of doubt – the best one. Nobody to date had pleasured her better and there was something about you that made her want to offer herself to you on a silver platter. It’s all sticky and messy, her arousal seeping down her thighs and onto your pants.
“wanna take you home and make a mess out of you,” you groan in her ear, not missing the way she tightens around you. “you want that?”
“y-yes, fuck,” Nayeon croaks, the mere idea of you having your way with her in somewhere less public all too arousing. She’s coming apart, brain foggy.
You found the thought the same level of enticing, having her in your bed at long last and using her pretty little body as you pleased. She didn’t know all the things you wanted to do to her, how you wanted to mark her skin with the blade of a knife for all to see. They would know who she belonged to then. They would know she wasn’t theirs and would never be theirs.
“I wanna mark you so badly,” you thought aloud, trailing a finger down her skin as if it were a sharp blade. “leave them everywhere.”
Nayeon moaned, “please,” not exactly aware of the type of marking you were fantasizing of, but surely, she would learn soon enough. There was a dark gleam in your eyes when you stared at her, one so enigmatic. You kept all your secrets behind them, cloak-and-dagger. But even if your mystery throttled her alive, she wanted to know. She wanted to live at your mercy and she wanted it like nothing else.
You mused, “should I come in you? Make you have my baby? If I get you knocked up, everyone will know you don’t belong to them.”
Her speech was incoherent, her babbling nonsense, but it was answer enough. She was so close, on the verge of climax, grasping you tightly and riding you harder. She wanted to milk you dry until there was nothing left.
Envisioning it only made you want it even more. You saw her belly swollen with your baby and it was nearly enough to drive you to climax.
“gonna cum,” Nayeon managed to whimper, “need your cum. Need it so bad. Pretty please…,”
“please. I’ll fill you up nice and full,” you told her, rest assured.
Those words alone had Nayeon weak in the knees and she climaxed without need for much else, crying your name loud enough for the whole block to hear. You hoped they could. You hoped everyone could hear how much of a needy mess she was for you and you only.
Your imagination, plus how her walls were gripping around you, made you come inside her soon afterwards and you filled her to the brim with cum, watching her face tense with pleasure as your release coated her walls. She hummed in satisfaction, all smiles as she felt your warmth spill inside.
She was slack against your body, chest heaving as she recovered from the hell of an orgasm you’d given her.
“let’s clean up,” you suggested through ragged breath. “and then i’ll take you home and show you everything I wanna do to you.”
The dark gleam in your eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Nayeon and arousal made her tighten around you, your length still sitting inside her.
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I hope "I.N" is okay for nayeon😭