TWICE 🍭 S M U T S 🌹 RATED 18+

CHAPTER 8 : Reassure ; NatZu

Laughter and clumsy hands tugging at dark clothes. Reassuring words accompanied by a sharp inhale of breath.

"We don't have to," Nayeon tells her, trailing across the younger girl's skin with her thumb, "especially not with me, if you don't want to."

"I want this," Tzuyu confirms, cupping Nayeon's cheek, "and I trust you," Bringing her other hand up to wrap around the back of Nayeon's neck before pulling her down to kiss her, she can't help but laugh once more; Nayeon's cold hands tickle, and she still kind of tastes like Chaeyoung, and her mind feels cloudy as she mumbles, "promise."

Right before her birthday, all of the members had definitely made sure to reassure her that she didn't have to allow them to do... this. She knew it was a thing between them (they didn't even try to keep it a secret. Nayeon and Sana were the worst), and she knew that they would love to include her in it as long as she was comfortable with it. Truth be told, her nerves are a bit of a mess, but she wants this. She wants to know why Dahyun is so infatuated with them, and why Chaeyoung is constantly covered in marks. She wants to know why Momo is so compliant when it comes to Nayeon, and why Jeongyeon is constantly calling Sana a brat.

"I need you to tell me what you like," Nayeon requests against Tzuyu's collarbone.

"I don't know," she replies, squirming when Nayeon hums, taking the warm skin between her lips, "I-I've never-"

"You've never touched yourself?" Nayeon asks once she's sure the mark will stay for days. The way Tzuyu's cheeks instantly turn pink, and the way she tries to cover her eyes is both adorable and beautiful, and if Tzuyu wants to continue allowing her to do this, god, the possibilities are endless. There's a stray thought in the back of her mind that constantly reminds her that she definitely wants to tear the girl apart piece by piece in the best way possible. But she isn't ready for that.

"No."

"That's okay. You're being so good, you know?" The praise seemingly burns into Tzuyu almost immediately, her stomach twisting with an unfamiliar feeling. Nayeon wraps her hand around Tzuyu's arm, guiding it back down against her side, "don't try and hide from me, Tzuyu. I want to see you fall apart."

"U-Unnie," she whines. She wants to close her eyes, and turn away from Nayeon, but she listens to her. Nayeon knows best, and she wants to make her proud, "I feel-"

"I know, baby," a hand trails up her stomach, nails lightly scratching as she lowers herself against Tzuyu, "can I touch you?"

"Yes," the lilt in her voice would surely make begging sound so much prettier than it typically would. But this isn't about Nayeon, so she responds by brushing over a nipple, smiling when Tzuyu gasps. She looks perfect to Nayeon, needy and sensitive.

"You sound so pretty. Be a good girl and be loud for unnie, will you?"