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lesbiankimdahyun · 8 months

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Dry Spell

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Requested: Yes

CW: GP!Nayeon, GP!Jihyo, breeding kink, sorry i know this is so long for just some smut pls forgive me

[Top!Nayeon x F!Reader x Top!Jihyo]

You awoke early in the morning. The sex dream you’d just had dissipated quickly from your memory as you opened your eyes to check the time.

Six thirty.

You yawned and rolled over, wanting to sleep more, but then realized your body wasn’t going to let you off so easily. You couldn’t even remember what had happened in the sex dream, but now you were wet. Annoyingly wet.

You’d been having frequent sex-related dreams lately, probably due to the dry spell you were going through. Normally you wouldn’t be so bothered by it, but these days you felt very (hot and) bothered thanks to your roommates, Nayeon and Jihyo.

Maybe it was the lack of sex, or maybe they’d always been that attractive, but recently you found yourself sneaking glances at them more and more. It made you feel guilty at first— these were your friends, after all! Who looks at their friends like that?

They weren’t new friends to you, either. Nayeon and Jihyo had known you for a few years now, and you recently all became roommates in addition to friends after signing a lease on a three bedroom apartment a couple months ago. Since moving in, you’d all been spending a lot of time together. They were growing more touchy feely with you, which was nice, but confusing at times.

You’d all cuddle while watching Netflix together, for instance. Jihyo would wrap her arm around you while you held Nayeon. Sometimes, especially if you’d watched a horror movie, Nayeon would crawl into your bed late at night and sleep with you. And recently, Jihyo had started waking you up on weekday mornings. You were not a natural early riser and normally hated getting up early, but you let her, because you knew that when she gently knocked and peeked in your bedroom, what she really wanted was for you to follow her back to her room to snuggle with her in her bed. Sometimes, on the occasional morning when knocking wasn’t enough to wake you, she’d throw a stuffed animal at your bed to get you up, usually her stuffed unicorn. Never at your head, but it always landed on you or next to you– just enough of a disturbance to wake you.

Now it was summer, and all of you frequently slept shirtless but continued to share beds. Nayeon would wrap herself around you, her bare chest pressing right up against your back and her chin on your shoulder. With Jihyo, you’d absentmindedly trace shapes, words and designs into her back when you held her in her bed. Once, when you thought she was sleeping, she repeated back a word you had just written on her bare skin. “Pretty?” she mumbled sleepily. “You think I’m pretty?” Too scared to reply out loud, you wrote ‘yes’ on her naked shoulder to answer her.

Though you were otherwise very close with them, you were too embarrassed to tell them about your sex drought. You tried to behave as normally (sanely, really) as you could. But they’d caught you checking them out a couple times over the last few weeks. Jihyo caught you capital ‘L’ Looking at her backside when she bent down to tie her shoes one afternoon, and Nayeon saw the way your eyes wandered up under her shirt when she reached for a mug on the top shelf in the kitchen. When the two realized you had done it to both of them, they started going out of their way to tease you.

“How do I look?” Jihyo asked you as she got ready for work one morning. “What do you think…” she trailed off, adjusting her button down shirt. “Two buttons undone? Or maybe three?” she seemed to enjoy watching you blush as she made eye contact with you through the full length mirror in her room.

And if it wasn’t Jihyo making you sweat, it was Nayeon. “Do you like this new skirt I just bought?” she had asked you the other day. To say it was short was a vast understatement. It barely covered her. You could hardly breathe as she approached you in it.

“Feel it,” she said, bringing your hand up to the soft black fabric. “Should I keep it?” She turned while your hand was still on the skirt and suddenly you were touching her ass instead of her hip.

“Well?” she’d asked, smirking.

There was constant sexual tension now between the three of you when you were all together. No one acted on it, though. You were too shy, and if you didn’t say anything, they weren’t going to either. But god, you really were starting to suffer, all too aware of the fact that what you wanted most, despite all of your friends’ teasing, tucked away between both Nayeon and Jihyo’s thighs.

Admitting defeat in being able to fall back asleep now that it was nearly seven in the morning, you thought for a moment. It was a weekend, so Jihyo was most likely going to be sleeping in this morning. And if she was sleeping in, that meant maybe now was your chance to relieve yourself.

You listened hard for a few moments, checking to see if either of them were up yet. You didn’t hear anything, but you got up and opened your bedroom door, poking your head out to listen for a little longer.

Satisfied with the early morning silence that met you, you turned back and climbed into bed, not noticing that your door quietly swung back open after you thought you had pushed it closed.

With your hand between your legs, you tried to think of anything and anyone else, but as you started touching yourself, your mind quickly wandered to Nayeon and Jihyo.

Nayeon with her big hands and long fingers. You wanted to feel her fingers inside you, or at least in your mouth.

You let out a soft whine, getting worked up now as your fingers circled your aching clit.

And Jihyo, you could barely look at Jihyo when she wore taut, tight fitting shirts to work out. Having her know you thought she was pretty was one thing, but to have her catch you openly staring at her chest…

“Ah~!” you were closer to your climax than you had thought. You accidentally let out a whimper and cursed, pausing for a moment in case you’d been caught. You only stopped to listen for a second or two though, more interested in getting off than whether or not someone had heard you.

But Jihyo, whose room was next to yours, woke up to the sound of what sounded like a muffled groan. She was confused at first, unable to tell where the sound was coming from or what it was.

She opened her door quietly and listened. The sound had definitely come from your room. At first she thought maybe you were crying, but then she realized the sounds she was hearing weren’t crying whimpers, they were sounds of pleasure. Jihyo was mesmerized as she listened to you for a few moments, then she quietly padded down to Nayeon’s room.

A few minutes later, Jihyo emerged from the bedroom with Nayeon in tow.

“Are you sure you heard what you thought you heard?” Nayeon whispered as they approached your room. She wiped the sleep from her eyes, still a little tired from being woken up early.

“Just listen,” Jihyo whispered back as they approached your room.

But not only did they listen, they watched.

They really hadn’t meant to, but your open door gave them a very, very good view. Nayeon was fully awake now as she took in the sight in front of her: a very naked you with your hand working diligently between your legs, eyes shut and brow knit in concentration.

And that’s when, unbeknownst to you, you really slipped up: you sighed, murmuring their names. Nayeon instantly started to get hard when she heard “Nayeon-ah,” fall from your lips.

Meanwhile, Jihyo blushed, her eyes widening with curiosity. She was about to reach for your door to give you some privacy, but a sudden “please, Hyo…” from you made her stop dead in her tracks. Her own cock twitched with arousal in her boxers.

Nayeon couldn’t stand to just watch anymore. She cleared her throat lightly, making you freeze and open your eyes.

You looked up. To your absolute horror, Nayeon and Jihyo were standing in your doorway. Nayeon smirked; Jihyo looked surprised, but amused.

“Well good morning, Y/N,” Nayeon said, breaking the silence.

You started reaching for a blanket to cover yourself with, but Nayeon quickly stepped inside with Jihyo following. This had to be a dream.

“What’s the blanket for? You want to stop?” the two of them were at the foot of your bed now, Nayeon with a fake pout on her lips. “Didn't it feel good?”

“Those were our names, right?” Jihyo added, feigning innocence. “Is there something you need from us?”

You were frozen. This was not a dream. As you looked back and forth between them, you were grateful they weren’t scarred for life at what they’d walked into, but was this real? More wetness leaked out of you– your body certainly hoped it would be.

“I-” you stammered. “I didn’t mean—”

“I think you did,” Nayeon cut you off, crawling onto your bed. “Go on,” she said, looking pointedly between your legs and then back up at you. “Don’t let us stop you.”

Your hand almost followed her direction, but you hesitated, feeling vulnerable suddenly.

“Aww, are you shy now?” Nayeon asked, with no trace of sympathy in her voice. She took off her shirt, allowing you a good look at not only her chest, but the bulge growing beneath her boxers. “That’s alright, Y/N. I’ll show you if you show me.”

Your eyes widened as she proceeded to pull out her cock. At full mast, her dick was of significant length and veiny like her hands. You were transfixed as you watched Nayeon start to slowly fist her hand over her aching member.

“Ah, ah,” Jihyo’s voice snapped you back to attention. “Show us how wet you are.”

Your face burned at the command, but you nodded. You sat up a bit as you spread your legs the way you had before, hand dipping back down to stroke your soaked clit.

Jihyo’s mouth fell open slightly as she watched you. Unable to refrain from touching herself anymore, Jihyo’s shirt and boxers soon joined Nayeon’s on the floor and she quietly began to stroke her own cock.

“Look at you,” Nayeon cooed as she watched you squirm. Your soaked pussy clenched around nothing. Touching yourself felt good, but you were unwilling to let yourself get off. If this was your chance to feel Nayeon and Jihyo inside you, you were going to take it. Nayeon seemed to read your mind. “I think you deserve more than just your hand to help you, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Need more.”

Nayeon nodded, inching closer. “I think so, too. Turn over for me?”

You found yourself obeying her quickly. As soon as you were on all fours, Nayeon came up behind you. You let out a gasp when you felt her fingers roam lightly over your clit. She teased you for a bit, planting light kisses down your shoulder and back before taking some of your wetness for her cock.

You felt the bed shift and turned to look behind you. Jihyo had positioned herself right behind Nayeon. Her eyes went back and forth from your pussy to Nayeon’s dick, waiting her turn as patiently as she could. You caught her eye and Jihyo smiled slyly back at you. The way she was looking at you made you feel small, but you liked the attention.

There was no going back now. You turned your attention back to Nayeon.

“Nayeon,” you murmured, shamelessly arching your back so she could see how wet and ready your pussy was for her.

“Ready for me?” Nayeon moved closer to you, preparing your cunt as she rubbed the head of her cock along the folds of your entrance. You were about to beg, but then finally she was entering you, making both of you moan.

“God, you’re tight,” Nayeon hissed as she took her time bottoming out in you.

Her cock filled you completely; you could practically feel her in your stomach. This was exactly what you’d been craving for months. Every thought about being self-conscious, what you had to do that week, errands, breakfast plans– every relevant thought had simply left your head. You could only focus on Nayeon’s long cock and the way she felt inside you.

You clenched around Nayeon’s length, making her gasp.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she said through gritted teeth. She grabbed hold of your hips, bringing your ass up a bit higher. Your front end sank down into the bed.

“There you go, baby,” Nayeon said. The pet name made your heart race, you leaned back a bit, pressing yourself against her while she went deeper. “What a view.” The older girl started to slowly pick up her pace. “You really should masturbate with your door open more often.”

You could only moan desperately in response, too distracted by Nayeon thrusting in and out of you to form a coherent reply.

Noticing the reaction Nayeon’s words got from you, Jihyo spoke up too.

“I bet she wanted us to see her,” she said. “Is that why you left your door open? So we could watch?”

You nearly wailed in response, hands desperately gripping your sheets while Nayeon increased to a relentless pace, pounding into you hard.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Jihyo’s voice continued to torment you. “You look so pretty taking all of that cock, kitten. You’ll have no problem taking me next, will you?”

Hearing Jihyo call you ‘kitten’ was enough to make your eyes roll back for a second or two. You could hardly think, barely managing a weak nod for Jihyo.

“Good girl.” Jihyo’s praise felt just as satisfying as Nayeon having her way with you.

The older girl was getting close to her release. She hadn't expected you to feel this good. She pushed you all the way down into the bed save for your hips, which she held with a deathly strong grip as she mounted you from behind on your bed. Her strokes were deep, fast and consistent.

“Y/N— close,” was all Nayeon could manage to say. The harder she fucked you and the longer she held you down, the deeper you slid into submission. You’d do anything, you realized, to make her cum. And not only did you want to make her cum, you wanted it for yourself.

“N-Nayeon,” your voice was hoarse, muffled against the sheets. “Don’t pull out.”

“Oh fuck,” Nayeon grunted. “You want it that bad, baby? Want me to fill you?”

“Please, please,” you begged, now on the verge of tears from all of the stimulation. “Use me.”

Nayeon cursed when she heard that. It sent her over the edge; her hips slammed into you and then slowly stilled as she came, emptying herself into you greedily.

“Good girl, take it all,” she said, pulling you back and forth over her cock a few times to push her seed in deeper. When she felt she had fucked her load into you thoroughly, she pulled out. Nayeon grabbed your ass, taking time to feel you up before sitting back. As you pushed yourself back up from your mattress, some of her load trickled down your thighs.

“My turn,” Jihyo said, growing impatient. Nayeon moved over, eyeing Jihyo’s cock curiously as she made room for the younger girl.

With Jihyo’s help, you flipped over onto your back. She made her way between your legs, admiring your body for a few moments as you caught your breath. “Jesus,” she said, using two fingers to play with your swollen clit. “You really should have left your door open ages ago.”

With your permission, she plunged two fingers into your core, making you whine. She watched as you desperately tried to grind yourself down onto her fingers.

“Poor thing,” Jihyo teased, “Does your cunt need more cum?” She finally took off her shirt, revealing the rest of her body to you. You couldn’t help but stare up at her.

She huffed softly in amusement. “Like what you see?” Jihyo’s voice was soft but authoritative.

“Yes,” you breathed. Your gaze dropped down to her waist, and then lower. Her throbbing member stood up against her stomach, and you watched as she pumped her length a few times. Her cock wasn’t as long as Nayeon’s but god, it was thick. Her own hand didn’t fully wrap around her dick, and you were suddenly grateful you’d taken Nayeon first.

While Jihyo repositioned herself, brushing the tip of her cock against your clit, you saw Nayeon out of the corner of your eye. She was getting hard again and her hand made its way back to her shaft.

The next thing you knew, Jihyo was letting out a low groan, almost a growl as she slid into you. You nearly cried out from the feeling, the sound getting caught in your throat and replaced with a gasp.

She reached down to play with your clit as she carefully stretched you over her thick cock. You both took your time, with Jihyo and Nayeon both praising you sweetly every time you got another inch of her inside of you.

“Oh my god,” Jihyo could barely contain herself when she was finally all the way in. Your cunt was warm, wet and irresistibly tight around her throbbing cock.

She wanted to give you more time to adjust, but Jihyo’s need overcame her finally. “Can I move?” she asked, and you nodded, reaching to hold onto her forearms.

She started excruciatingly slowly at first, both of you sighing and moaning as her hips began to find a rhythm. Your body rocked in sync with hers, and after a minute, you ground your hips against hers, letting her know she could pick up her pace if she wanted.

With a devious smile on her lips, Jihyo really began to take off then. The sounds of wet skin on skin filled the room as she thrust into you, your headboard gently knocking against the wall.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” Jihyo praised, touching your cheek tenderly.

“Doesn’t her pussy feel good?” Nayeon asked Jihyo, who nodded. “She’s dripping onto her sheets.”

Jihyo leaned over you as she continued to fuck you, pinning you down beneath her. Her short hair tickled your forehead when she looked down at you, that’s how close she was, but what really distracted you was her chest bouncing right in front of your face.

Your mouth watered. You tilted your head slightly to lick one of her small, pink buds.

“Ah–” Jihyo’s eyes were locked on yours, a quick nod letting you know you could continue. Her pace stuttered for a moment shortly after as she watched you take one of her nipples in your mouth.

She threw her head back when you began to swirl your tongue over it, gently licking and biting.

For a moment you thought the roles had switched, but then Jihyo resumed her pace. A particularly hard thrust caused your mouth to pop open and release her, making Nayeon laugh and Jihyo smirk.

“Can’t focus when you’re getting fucked so deep, can you, kitten?” Nayeon’s voice made heat rise to your face. The way she spoke to you made you leak more, your juices coating Jihyo’s cock.

“Look at me, baby,” Jihyo’s command made you tear your eyes away from Nayeon quickly. “Where do you want me to cum?” she asked.

“In me,” you answered immediately. You went to put your hands on Jihyo’s waist to bring her closer, but she stopped you, pinning your wrists down to the bed momentarily.

“Hang on,” Jihyo’s voice was low in your ear, “Can you do something for me first, angel?”

“Yes,” you breathed, wanting nothing more than to please her. She smiled, leaning in to lick your neck. You shivered with pleasure.

“I’ll fill you up just like Nayeon did,” Jihyo said, starting to thrust into you again, “But only if you cum for me first. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

You nodded wordlessly, clenching involuntarily around her dick. It made Jihyo’s breath hitch.

“Nayeon?” Jihyo asked, and suddenly Nayeon was beside her. The older girl’s unattended, hard cock gently knocked against her inner thigh.

You were so distracted by it that you didn’t even notice Nayeon’s hand moving down between your legs at first. Jihyo’s strokes became deeper and slower so you could focus on Nayeon’s fingers as she rubbed and circled your clit, paying extra attention to movements that seemed to help get you close.

“Shit,” you cursed, closing your eyes. “Y-you’re really gonna….” You trailed off. Your breathing became a little shallower as you realized you were close to climaxing. Your body began to tremble a little, your own release about to overtake you.

“Gonna make me– yes, there,” you started to babble as Jihyo’s strokes and Nayeon’s fingers touched you in just the right spots. “R-right there, yes, oh p-please don’t stop, please please d-don’t st–” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, hips bucking as you came on Jihyo’s cock like she asked. Your cunt pulsed from the immense pleasure, slick cum leaking out of you and down her cock.

“God,” Jihyo said, giving you a few seconds to recover. Nayeon took her hand away, making sure you watched as she licked her fingers clean. You wished she would put her fingers in your mouth, but you didn’t have time to ask because a moment later, all you could focus on was Jihyo.

Your cum had made it even easier for her to slide in and out of you, and now she was picking up speed again. Seeking her own pleasure, all you could do was throw your arms around Jihyo’s shoulders, clawing at her back lightly while she fucked you at a surprisingly fast pace.

Your mewls gradually turned to whines and cries the longer and harder she fucked you, real tears running down your cheeks as she continued to use you. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take any more, Jihyo let out a sharp cry and then came, burying her cock deep and spilling her load into you. After you both caught your breath, she thrust slowly a couple more times for good measure, mixing her load with Nayeon’s. She was coated with cum and slick when she pulled out.

You desperately wanted to offer to suck her clean, but you could barely move, your body too ruined from the rounds of sex.

Nayeon, hard again, looked at Jihyo’s wet cock as hungrily as you did for a few moments. No one won the pleasure of cleaning up Jihyo though, because then that reality of what you’d all just done finally hit you.

“We should, you know, probably talk about all of this,” Jihyo said once she’d recovered. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sat back patiently, as if waiting for someone else to start the conversation.

“Yeah…” was all you said, your eyes locked on Nayeon’s stiff cock.

Jihyo looked at you and then at Nayeon, who licked her lips as she finally looked up from staring at Jihyo’s dick. “Hm? What?” she asked.

Jihyo rolled her eyes. “We all fuck one time and now you can’t think of anything else?” she said.

“Oh come on, Hyo,” Nayeon said. “You’re literally getting hard again right now.”

The younger girl blushed. “I am not!” She pursed her lips as she looked down; she lied, she was already at half mast again. “I- fine. Okay maybe, if everyone’s down… one more round and then we talk about this?”

#twice imagines #gp!twice #nayeon x f!reader #jihyo x f!reader #gp!nayeon #gp!jihyo #g!p twice

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b1mbodoll · 8 months

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read ur kink list and ik u write gp, does that also include gp reader?

bc i’m js thinking about stepmom!jihyo milking her virgin gp!stepdaughter for all she’s worth. just starting off with handjobs and blowjobs to tease her, then training r to dump as many loads as she can in her. jihyo definitely prefers her stepdaughters cock over her husbands, it’s much longer and no matter how inexperienced she is and how many times she cums in her cunt, she’s always ready to give another load. training her to only think about mommy’s cunt and only want to suck on her tits, ruining r for anyone else.

pairings: park jihyo x f! reader

warnings: stepcest + milf! jihyo + g!p + lactation + pregnancy + breeding + infidelity + manipulation + overstimulation + impact play + mommy kink + degradation + squirting + mind break

💌: ok i have not and after this, will not write g!p reader but i had to answer this real quick bc milf! jihyo is so yummy

stepmom! jihyo taking advantage of her sweet lil stepdaughter’s innocence <3 takes it as far as telling you that if you don’t let her help you empty ur balls it can make ur dick explode. and you, of course, believe her because you’re clueless when it comes to this stuff n why would ur mommy lie to you, don’t you trust her?

the first time she made you cum, she didn’t take things too fast. just lazily wrapped a hand around ur cock n kissed the tip, swallowing your potent cum. it’s hard for her to take things slow but god is it worth it when her training finally cements itself in your brain. you are her toy, she can fuck herself on you whenever she wants and if she wants to ride you to the point of overstimulation you just let her because jihyo hates brats.

slaps you forcefully when you cum without permission or jerk your dick when she isn’t there to take your seed. degrades you too. “you’re such a dumb slut, aren’t you, puppy?” she mocks, gripping your chin hard enough to bruise. “‘m not a slut, mommy. you showed me how to do this! i was jus’ doin’ what you taught me.” the sarcastic smile on her face quickly morphs into an angry frown n she slaps you hard. “so you’re saying it’s my fault?” she sneers, “‘s not my fucking fault you can’t control your pathetic dick.”

jihyo’s scarily upset now, her hands squeezing your balls harshly while she overstimulates your weeping cock. “since you wanna cum so fucking bad let’s see how many times you can fill me up.” you barely have time to process her words before she seats herself on your long cock. every time she rides you she squirts, making a mess on your pelvis. also tells you she’s gonna get knocked up one of these days !!!! blames you when the pregnancy test comes back positive, saying you’re the one who took advantage of her n now u have to take responsibilty for the baby in her belly <3 rewards your dedication to pleasing her by allowing you to cuddle into her chest, nipples leaking warm milk into your wet n waiting mouth.

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jihyocentric · 1 month

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today i offer you mohyo!

“why won’t you pick up the phone?!”

the scream of a question can be heard from sana’s room, and perhaps even the neighbors had heard it through the thick walls of their apartments. momo was rarely loud, which compensated for sana’s lack of quiet, but the constant buzzing and ringing of sana’s phone had been disturbing her through her movie, enough to make her snap.

it was even more rare for the device not to be on sana’s hand all the time, given sana’s need to be persistently online, yet the phone was left on a counter at the kitchen, far from sana and closer to momo.

“because it’s her!” sana screams as she answers back, huffing as she finished her makeup with way too much blush on her cheeks.

that night, sana had a date. it’s not like the date was meant for her to know more about the girl who had asked her out — the both of them had other intentions, clearly, which was why they’d meet up at a club. after breaking up with jihyo, sana has had quite a few dates, all of which ended up on only one thing, indicating that sana was still her same old self, as if jihyo was never even there.

looking back to when she was still with jihyo, sana really thought she’d eventually fall for her. jihyo was complicated — but sana found her to be lovable. she was the first girl who sana called ‘girlfriend’, all because, for some reason, she couldn’t just have a one night stand with her, and they kept repeating their first night together until eventually jihyo decided that sana was her girlfriend.

now, after no longer than two months of their breakup, with sana aware that jihyo knew, somehow, that she had a date, sana regrets not rejecting her. deeply so, flushed not only because of the excessive makeup on her cheeks, but because she was angry.

momo pauses her movie, grunting as she hears sana’s annoying ringtone for the nth time. “she’s calling again!”

“sanaaaaaaa.” jihyo cries, impatiently waiting for sana to answer her calls.

she had parked her car in front of sana’s building, a familiar place that jihyo was no longer allowed to enter. despite granting sana’s wish of sending jihyo away and forbidding jihyo of paying sana a ‘visit’, the doorman still pitied the young girl, pretending he didn’t see her car parked where it wasn’t supposed to.

jihyo had been crying since morning. it became routine after sana left her — jihyo woke up, thought about sana, wondered why her girlfriend had been acting so mean, and wept until she found enough comfort to go on with her day, pretending to everybody, including her own friends, that she and sana had never broken up.

jihyo couldn’t understand why sana had left her. part of the reason why that happened was the idealization she had of sana's love for her, which was fueled by sana, who even told jihyo nobody had ever made her feel what jihyo made her feel. sana wasn’t lying then, her feelings for jihyo were genuine, and they might have evolved into something stronger if only they were meant to be. that wasn’t the case, and while jihyo fell harder, sana kept losing her interest on her.

the rejection was unbearable. truly so, to the point jihyo rejected being rejected. sana definitely didn’t mean all the things she had been saying to jihyo lately, and she certainly didn’t mean to break up with her. they were perfect together, the campus’ perfect couple. it didn’t matter if their relationship had only lasted a little over six months and that sana had been going out with other women. she is just confused, jihyo believed. sana would go back to her.

jihyo anxiously moves one of her legs, putting weight on her knee, the leg bobbing incessantly as she waited. for a period of time, jihyo has her forehead against the wheel of her car, breathing slowly as she tried to prevent the tears from coming, but the more she waited, the more heartbroken she was.

the buzzing of her phone stops, and jihyo is about to dial sana’s number again, but then there’s a voice coming through the speakers.

“if you don’t get this call, i’ll get it for you!” momo huffs, unusually annoyed.

“i don’t care!” sana shouts from her room.

sana did the extraordinary — she was starting to piss momo off. momo stands up, loudly threatening sana to tell her ex where she’d be for the night (or part of it), and sana takes perhaps too long to understand momo’s intent behind answering the call. her feet make a harsh sound as she rushes out of her room, and momo was about to take her phone when she appears in the kitchen.

“momo, no!” sana chastises.

“it’s been a whole hour of this! you could’ve muted it!” momo says, evidently upset.

“momo,” sana’s eyes widen. she tries to get her phone from momo’s hands, but momo turns around and sana ends up hugging her, still trying to snatch it from her roommate’s hands. “momo, you can’t pick this up! she’ll ruin my night, stop it!”

momo ignores sana’s pleas. “she ruined my movie!”

before sana can do anything to stop momo, her phone stops ringing and they hear a whimper. instant regret is what momo feels, because she wasn’t really trying to snitch on sana, but now she was on a call with her ex, and the girl was clearly crying from the sounds of it.

“hey, uh…” momo starts, trying to remember her name. she remembers sana used to call her ji, but that couldn’t be her full name, so momo resorts to another approach. “pretty girl.”

“sana?” jihyo rushes to pick her phone from the dashboard of the car, hands shaking. to her, the few words she’d heard had been nothing but a rhythmic pattern of sound. in her pitiful state, she couldn’t tell that the person wasn’t sana.

momo shakes her head, as if jihyo could see her. “momo. so, cutie, sana can’t answer the phone right now. she asked me to tell you that, uhh…”

sana panics, letting go of the tight hug to face momo, silently begging her not to tell jihyo where she was going. she was already trying to imagine how it would be to tell her date that they couldn’t go to their desired location because her crazy ex would follow her anywhere. perhaps sana would just have to cancel it at last minute, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself because of jihyo.

momo clears her throat. “s-she… she’s sick!” she bursts out with the affirmation. “she’s resting in bed, so she can’t talk to you.”

“really?” jihyo sniffs. she has her arms crossed, eyes red and puffy from crying, disappointed because she wouldn’t get to see sana. “it’s nothing serious, right? will she be okay?”

“it’s very contagious!” momo explains.

sana looks at her with a reprimanding face, not fond of where that conversation with her ex was going. at least she was free from jihyo. for that, sana was relieved.

“contagious?” jihyo pouts, her heart aching from imagining sana suffering in bed.

“oh, yes. very. but i’m taking care of her, so you shouldn’t worry. she will talk to you soon!” momo laughs when sana grimaces.

jihyo’s heart races. it had been too long since sana willingly spoke with her. “she… she will?”

“uhh, sure! hehe.” momo fakes out a laugh, knowing sana wanted to end her right there and then. “i have to go now.”

“okay.” jihyo sighs. “tell her i miss her. and… that i wish she recovers fast.”

“will do,” momo replies. “bye bye.”

sana steals her phone back as soon as momo hangs up, her breathing heavy from the slight fear of momo messing up built up in her stomach.

“you owe me one.” momo declares. “she will stop calling and she thinks you’re staying at home.”

“did you have to add that it was contagious?” sana asks, still mad at momo.

“i saved your night and that’s what you’re thinking about?” momo complains, walking away from sana. as she was already in the kitchen, it wouldn’t hurt to grab a snack to eat while watching her movie. “so ungrateful.”

it was time for jihyo to give up and leave. sana wouldn’t have her date and jihyo wouldn’t be able to talk to her, so there was no point in staying, waiting for nothing to happen.

no tears were left inside of her to keep crying, so jihyo spent a couple of minutes drying her face and reapplying her makeup, uncertain of where she’d be heading to now that sana was unavailable. meeting up with her friends was always an option — a way better one than returning to the loneliness of her own apartment.

jihyo checks her appearance through the rearview of her car. she still looked good, but it was evident that she had cried. the tear stains were quickly covered with powder, but her eyes remained puffy, and it would take a while for them to look normal again.

as she considers finding her friends and having a good time that night, jihyo notices someone familiar leaving the building in front of her.

“sana…” jihyo mutters.

it was her. sana, with her phone against her ear, wearing the jacket jihyo had failed to steal before they broke up. sana looked beautiful — she looked beautiful for another person, and she had just lied to her.

jihyo grabs her purse and the car keys, her heart pounding, both hurt and angry, making her way to sana before she got to call a cab or whatever the person she was calling was.

sana wants to evaporate the moment she sees jihyo in front of her. that was new — jihyo had been waiting outside, it seemed. not that it surprised sana that she would do something like that, but it was definitely not something she had expected to happen that particular night.

“i see you’re sick.” it’s the first thing jihyo says.

the tone of her voice is impolite and coated with rage, and sana considers running back inside and making momo fix the situation she had created. but sana didn’t owe jihyo anything, and so, she decides she won’t allow jihyo to really ruin her night.

“why are you here?” sana asks, coming out harsher than she’d ever been with jihyo. unfortunately, her date hadn’t picked up the call, so there was nothing sana could do to avoid speaking to jihyo.

the hostility seems to be enough to make jihyo lose her posture. it had always been easy, to make jihyo lose her bravado and look like nothing but a spoiled little girl who couldn’t bear to not have what she wanted. that’s how sana saw her, jihyo knows. sana wasn’t wrong, and jihyo also knew that, but she still wanted sana, even when it made her look like a fool.

“because you’re my girlfriend.” jihyo answers. “you can’t go on dates with others when you already have me.”

“i broke up with you, two months ago.” sana says, with her jaw locked. “if you follow me, i’ll make you regret. i’m so serious, jihyo, you’re…”

“why can’t you take me on a date instead?” jihyo suddenly asks, ignoring sana’s last comment. she didn’t mean that anyway, jihyo was sure. “these girls will never give you what i can give you. you will never love them, sana.”

“and i’ll never love you.” sana sighs, frustrated. “that’s why we broke up. i don’t love you. i never did and never will. i made it clear from the beginning that i wasn’t looking for that.”

jihyo shakes her head. “but you said you liked me, that the feeling was new to you. we were starting to…”

sana phone rings again, interrupting the younger girl in front of her. this time, sana wants to answer the call — because it wasn’t jihyo.

“forget what we had.” sana asks, too cold with her words. “leave me alone.”

when sana walks away, jihyo wants to run to her. her legs don’t move and sana is already entering another street when jihyo lets her words really sink in. they had hurt her more than hearing from sana that she wanted to break up with her, and still jihyo wanted sana.

it doesn’t take longer than another week of jihyo pretending they were still together for sana to decide that she wasn’t going to deal with her anymore.

“it’s worse to let her know i don’t care about her than blocking her.” sana explains to momo, unblocking jihyo on all of her social media accounts. “i have a plan. and you are helping me.”

“me? why?” momo suddenly pays attention to sana. she’d been barely listening to her, too busy cooking lunch for them to hear what sana had to say about her ex.

“because you picked up the phone last week and everything went wrong. you owe me something.” sana states. “so now you’re dealing with her. i’ll tell the doorman she can come any time she wants, but it’s you who’s going to talk to her. i won’t be here when she arrives.”

momo stirs the meat in the pan, considering stealing a piece for a small taste. “how would you know when she’s coming?”

“she always comes when she knows i’m going out. so i’ll leave earlier than i usually do, and because she will have access to the apartment, she’ll come here.” sana says, as if she had thought about it for long enough to have the details planned out. “all you have to do is keep her here for a while, that way she won’t follow me. if we keep doing that, maybe she’ll give up.”

“she didn’t follow you last week, though. maybe she’s starting to accept the breakup.” momo gives in and grabs a piece of meat, sneakily putting it in her mouth before sana can look away from the phone to focus on her.

sana sighs. “that’s only because we had a fight. she was upset, but she’s not anymore. it’s like a loop. she keeps coming back even when i hurt her.”

“so you’ll have a date outside and i’ll have a date inside,” momo jokes, accepting her own fate. “does she like video games?”

sana raises an eyebrow at momo’s mention of her having a ‘date’ with her ex. “i never asked. she doesn’t seem like the type of girl who does.”

momo shrugs. “i’ll find something to do with her.”

jihyo feels like something is wrong the moment her entry in sana’s building isn’t denied. everything seemed odd from the moment sana was no longer blocking her on social media — jihyo should feel happy, because now she gets to see sana’s posts again, but it’s almost as if sana was putting an end to them for good, and jihyo just didn’t know how.

it’s nighttime when she gets there. it’s usually around that time that sana would go out. sana did it every week, unable to stay at home, as if her nights out were the only moments of genuine joy in her week. jihyo never understood that part of sana — her need to party, to meet new people, and her incapability of committing to someone instead of having one night stands.

if the obsession hadn’t corrupted her mind, jihyo would know that sana wasn’t the right person for her. they were nothing alike. what she has always wanted for her life was never what sana wished to have for hers. to have a stable relationship, to get married eventually and have kids when it was the right time.

and it’s not like jihyo wanted to keep getting hurt, but even when sana told her clearly that she’d never love her, something still made jihyo not give up, pulling her towards sana like a magnet — it was both hope that sana would magically realize that she loves her and that they’d be happy once that happened, and something else. something jihyo had yet to figure out.

it’s not sana who answers the door. it’s momo — jihyo remembers her name. sana’s roommate. she couldn’t tell, but momo was sweating, because she’d promised sana to keep jihyo inside for an hour, but now that she’s face to face with her, momo hardly know what to say or what to do with her.

“ji…” momo stops to think, attempting to remember her name once again. sana had said it a couple of times that day, and yet all momo could remember was the ‘ji’. “soo? jisoo?”

“jihyo.” she smiles, sweet. “can i talk to sana?”

it’s when jihyo crosses her arms, with a purse dangling from her elbow and faint pink on her cheeks, that momo notices she’s prettier than she’d expected. momo has seen her before, of course, but never that close, and she was never bothered enough about sana’s girlfriend to pay attention to her. that was sana’s girl, after all. there was no point, back then, to give her any special attention.

but jihyo wasn’t sana’s anymore, so momo was allowed to look at her the way she was unconsciously doing. ogling her from head to toe, licking her lips when she notices how short jihyo’s skirt was, sighing when she stops herself from staring at her any further, or else jihyo would think she was a creep and sana’s plan would go to ashes.

“come in, jihyo.” momo invites.

unaware of the fact that momo had just checked her out, jihyo steps inside, nervous because she believed sana was there.

if momo had any worries about not having what to do with jihyo, they were all gone as soon as jihyo turned around, with her arms still crossed, hands rubbing her own arms as if she was cold, giving momo an even better sight of her cleavage slightly squeezed by her arms.

momo had been the best friend sana could ask for, really. she deserved a treat, and there was an interesting way momo could help both sana and herself simultaneously.

“sana is out, jihyo,” momo announces after closing the door. that way, maybe jihyo wouldn’t find an excuse to leave so quickly. “but would you mind making me some company until she arrives?”

nothing about momo made jihyo want to refuse the request — nothing but her friend, sana, who probably had her hands inside a random girl’s pants by that time. jihyo considers leaving, but she had nothing to do at home. and then she considers staying, which sounded more reasonable to her than leaving after being there for half a minute.

“…it’s because i cook when i’m anxious. and when i’m happy. or sad. i cook a lot. but sana doesn’t eat at home often and i can’t eat it all by myself, so i give everything i make to the neighbors…”

jihyo listens attentively as momo shares a story with her, on her third glass of wine, seemingly forgetting about the fact that she would have to drive later. jihyo didn’t want to stay for too long, at first. she had stayed because she was far too polite not to, but she ends up having dinner with momo, and then she finds herself watching a movie and drinking with her, as if they were on a date.

“…but the granny from an apartment downstairs has a very jealous husband,” momo pouts as she speaks, making jihyo laugh, already imagining what was about to come. “he thought i was flirting with her because i kept giving them the desserts i made, but i only gave those to them because she is nice! he was so loud telling me to have respect for the elders that i think the entire floor heard him.” she whines. “that cheesecake was delicious! it was his loss, honestly.”

without even realizing, jihyo had forgotten about sana. momo did that effortlessly, being funny and flirty, giving her something sana had never given her. a proper date — even though jihyo didn’t see whatever that was as a date. they were only strangers who shared one thing in common.

sana. jihyo was there for sana, until she was there for momo’s stories, the relaxed voiced that came out hoarsely after a couple drinks, and the bold hand subtly touching her knee, without a mere announcement or request — momo was touching her, palming her warm skin that was bare from wearing a skirt, as if they weren’t just acquaintances.

“i can understand why he would think you were flirting with her,” jihyo laughs softly, leaving the nearly empty glass at the center table. “you are very flirty.”

momo smiles, the movie long forgotten as she sits facing jihyo. her hand never moves away. “you think so?”

jihyo nods slowly, cheeks flushed due to the alcohol. “are you flirting with me now?”

momo had noticed from the moment she saw her — jihyo’s eyes were big. they were the prettiest she had ever seen, sparkling brighter the more she laughed. at the back of momo’s head, where there weren’t any thoughts about moving her hand higher, she wondered how sana didn’t fall for jihyo, even after dating her for months. it had only been an hour and momo felt like she had. or perhaps she was blinded by a filthy need located everywhere but in her head, unable to think straight.

“maybe.” momo replies. “would you like that?”

jihyo watches, feels, as the hand moves, going under her skirt. “i…”

“i love this!”

it’s amusing — momo has a subtle smile on her lips, wondering if they would receive any complaints about the noise.

jihyo was loud. maybe that was only a consequence of the lack of sana, but momo was hardly doing anything and jihyo was on the edge once again.

before momo had her like that, impaled on her cock, riding her with sheer enthusiasm, loudly whining and making sure to vocalize how good momo was for her, how good she felt inside, how she’d never taken anyone bigger, taking the girl to her room had been difficult. jihyo kissed like she’d never been kissed before, hungry and messy, as if she had no coordination at all, and now she rode her just the same.

momo coos, wanting to ask jihyo if that was what she really needed — if taking her cock was all she needed to forget her obsession with sana, wondering what jihyo’s answer would’ve been then, when almost all of her length was inside of the smaller girl who stubbornly attempted to take more cock than she could.

“b… big, momo,” jihyo mutters, reciting the only things she could possibly think about, her ex’s best friend and the way she stretched her up. “a-again, i’m… i-i’m… momo!”

labored breaths, tiny shrieks of pleasure and a sweet voice chanting momo’s name fills the room again. at that point, momo doubted that the neighbors would have the compassion not to complain about the noise, but caring about it the last thing momo thinks about, especially when jihyo was making herself come yet another time on her cock, still riding her hard as if refusing to cease to a stop.

“won’t you give yourself a rest, pretty girl?” momo asks. the noise that comes out of jihyo’s mouth as an answer doesn’t quite meet momo’s ears before jihyo is crashing into her, desperately finding her lips, and then momo’s tongue is playing with jihyo’s, as if guiding her into a brief change of pace, slowing down to be able to kiss jihyo properly.

jihyo pulls away. her hair, that had once been neat and perfectly styled into waves, is now messy, contributing to her disheveled appearance. she’s the prettiest girl momo had ever seen, truly, and momo almost blows her load when she remembers she was still inside of her. and jihyo was impossibly tight, gripping her length like she had never taken a cock before, rolling hips slowly as she recovered from reaching her peak, about to keep riding.

momo can’t think of anyone that had been that excited to ride her — she has had a good amount of girls, not as much as sana, but enough to know that jihyo was something else. being a good friend really paid off, momo concludes, if that was what she got from giving sana a hand. momo brings her hands to jihyo’s bare tits, squeezing the abundant flesh and sighing, muttering a ‘thank you, sana’ only in her head.

“you’re just too needy, aren’t you?” momo’s eyes travel down jihyo’s body, sighing when she finds jihyo’s heels still on her feet. they had been way too busy with each other’s lips before to notice jihyo had forgotten to take them off. a hand slips lower and a thumb stops lazily over jihyo’s clit, rubbing it with no effort, just so to make jihyo tremble on top of her. “get on your fours, pretty.”

it’s only when jihyo presents herself on her hands and knees that momo understands how blessed she had really been. jihyo is quickly filled again, letting a small gasp escape from her lips as she received momo again.

“s-so full…” jihyo whines mindlessly, face buried against momo’s pillow.

“that’s all you needed, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” momo taunts, in a way jihyo wouldn’t understand — mocks her for going after sana when all she needed was that. a big dick filling her up. and jihyo nods, being good, despite only being interested on the way momo held her hips and thrusted into her deliciously deep, making her see stars with how hard she closed her eyes.

if momo had been idle before, letting jihyo have fun bouncing on her lap and making herself come, she’s nothing like that when she has jihyo on her fours. she’s rude, holding her hips with little to no care, bending jihyo against the bed so that her face was kept against the pillow, ass still up for her.

that kind of treatment cleans jihyo’s mind completely, reducing her to nothing but the pleasure between her thighs. momo gives her everything she didn’t know she needed, making her helpless underneath her, clawing at the sheets and moaning prettily. she truly relishes in the way jihyo’s noises overlapped the constant squeaking of the bed, laughing softly when jihyo started to cover her own mouth, apparently noticing she was being too loud.

carelessly, momo gets so utterly entertained with the plaything she had gotten for the night, that the idea of using protection doesn’t cross her mind. not even when she’s coming inside jihyo, over and over again, does momo think about further consequences. it would be worth it, though — momo knows, enjoying every second of being inside sana’s ex and coming undone inside of her.

momo is still sleeping when jihyo leaves.

she’s incredibly sore, a result of momo’s rough handling, and her head aches as she begins to remember everything she’d done with her. the pain makes sense, considering that momo had spent a good amount of time forcing her face down on her cock to fuck her mouth and pulling her hair as if jihyo giving herself for her wasn’t enough — momo had to take.

and momo did, so hard that jihyo whimpered putting on her clothes, or some of them, because she couldn’t find her bra. jihyo steals a leather jacket momo had somewhere on a busy corner of her room, needing to cover herself and her shame with something, anything, cheeks red when she glances at momo one more time before she has to go.

jihyo was so busy focusing on walking properly despite the pain on her thighs that she doesn’t notice she’s walking into sana.

the bump startles her — sana is at the living room, not giving any access to an exit, with her arms crossed, shocked to find jihyo there.

what was worse was that jihyo looked like she’d just been attacked, from how messy she looked. with fresh hickeys adorning her neck, a hair that desperately needed to be brushed back into place and the jacket covering the wrinkled clothes, jihyo was nothing like her usual neat self.

“you… what are you…” sana fails to form a sentence.

“i-i… g-good morning! i n-need to go,” jihyo’s eyes never meet hers. she looks down to the ground, but sana can still see how flushed she is.

jihyo all but runs away from sana, and it’s the first time in months that sana being in front of her doesn’t make her heart race. jihyo’s heart still beats fast, but it’s because she’s shy, ashamed and still thinking about her night momo, not because sana was next to her.

while jihyo does her best to go home in safety, wanting to evaporate after seeing sana, sana keeps still right where she was. for minutes, long minutes of heavy breathing and thinking, she tries to understand what had just happened. sana tries hard to keep her cool, but she ends up storming into momo’s room and waking her up with a pillow being thrown on her face.

“eh?!” momo sits up confusedly. much to sana’s relief, she was wearing clothes.

“you fucked her.” sana accuses, harsh with her voice. “i told you to keep her distracted, not to fuck her!”

momo yawns, understanding what was going on. “why is that such a big deal?” she asks.

“she’s my ex, momo. my ex!” sana gets the pillow again, hitting momo with it a second time.

“but i was gentle!” momo lies, attempting to dodge the pillow — and failing.

sana seems to get angrier when momo mentions being gentle, screaming as loud as jihyo had done all night long as she cursed momo, except that now the neighbors witnessed sheer anger instead of pleasure.

“oooh, at least she’s cute.” nayeon teases as jihyo scrolled through momo’s photos on social media. “will you check the test now, mommy?”

jihyo bites her lips, still staring at her screen, hands trembling the more she saw of momo’s face. “it’s not funny, unnie.”

“but it is!” nayeon laughs, bumping her hand into jihyo’s shoulder playfully. “come on, this is hilarious. you’re having a baby with hirai momo. that’s literally the dumbest jock you could’ve ever picked. but she might be hottest too, so i’ll let that slide. the baby will be smart if they’re like you.”

“we don’t know that yet!” jihyo whines, considering to see the results of the pregnancy test, but she was far too afraid of what she would find. “and she’s not dumb. never say that again.”

nayeon coos. “already defending her like a girlfriend, i see.”

jihyo ignores nayeon, nervously grabbing the test away from the center table, holding it with her shaky hands. “i’ll do it now.”

a couple of weeks after sleeping with momo, jihyo had woken up on the verge of throwing up, nauseated despite keeping a balanced diet. there was nothing that could have gotten her sick, really. so when the days passed and jihyo kept throwing up, sometimes the moment she woke up, other times due to certain scents, jihyo became sure that something was not right — and maybe she’d even contributed to that, purposefully not taking a pill or asking momo to use a condom.

“i still can’t believe you let her come inside.” nayeon makes a comment, still trying to push jihyo’s buttons. it was for jihyo’s own good, really, as keeping her angry was better than letting her get anxious or even sad.

jihyo hardly hears what nayeon says. “unnie… it’s positive.”

the doorbell isn’t heard by momo, who’s busy trying to make boo, her puppy, keep ribbons on his head, quietly mumbling something about him going to her feed. sana opens the door mindlessly, not even checking who the person was, as some of the neighbors showed up there from time to time in order to give them (mostly momo) food and sweets, so that was what she was expecting to find.

unfortunately, it was jihyo, her worst nightmare, standing in front of her.

“not again…” sana sighs, ready to throw a speech about how she wasn’t jihyo’s girlfriend anymore and that jihyo shouldn’t go after her like a crazy stalker. “jihyo, you-”

“is momo home?” jihyo asks, rather shyly, almost unable to look at sana in the eye. she was still ashamed about the ‘walk of shame’ she’d done in front of sana out of all people, still reminiscing the moment.

just as jihyo makes her question, momo appears behind sana, curious to know who sana was speaking to, happy when she sees jihyo by the door.

“hyo!” momo exclaims sweetly, pushing sana away to see jihyo. that way, sana was left behind and momo was able to greet her properly, with a kiss on the cheek.

“hi… momo,” jihyo laughs awkwardly, suddenly not good with words anymore. sana was still there, jihyo knew, but she didn’t know how to announce a pregnancy, and the waiting had gotten her impatient. she had to say it already, tell momo what she had done. “i’m pregnant.”

at first, there’s silence.

jihyo looks at them — momo first, and then she acknowledges that sana was still there, getting even more flushed, realizing that she had just told sana that her roommate had gotten her pregnant.

“what?!” sana is the first one to break the silence.

“that’s awesome!” momo’s voice follows sana’s.

it’s clear that sana knows what was going on, but momo seemed to be thinking that maybe the baby was someone else’s. perhaps jihyo was only there to tell that to sana because sana was her ex, therefore her knowing about it made a lot of sense — it’s what momo believes at first, even going in for a hug with jihyo, as if she was congratulating her.

“momo…” jihyo calls, making momo pull away from her. “it’s yours. we didn’t… uh… we…” jihyo clears her throat. “the baby is yours.”

momo thinks she might faint. “cool. cool!”

“cool?!” sana tightens her fists, incredibly upset, because not only did momo get her ex pregnant, but that was how she reacted.

“are you okay?” jihyo palms momo’s face, worried as momo had gotten suddenly pale.

jihyo’s soft voice is the last thing momo hears before she faints — even before sana can make her, and she really wanted to. cool, momo thinks one last time before everything is black.

#nayeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mohyo #sahyo #(briefly)#g!p #non rq

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“A More…Hands On Experience.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: G!P Fem! S/O is a pool cleaner, Jihyo is a very attractive woman who asks S/O to rub oil on her.

a/u: Hey everyone! I’m back with a new fic that I hope you all enjoy. I can’t believe it’s already been 4 years since I started writing on Tumblr and I don’t have any plans on stopping in the near future! I want to thank you all for continued love and support after all these years. I love you guys!

Category: NSFW and Fluff

Word Count: 4.2k

The sun shone brightly over Guri, leaving the town in a beautiful glow. The air held a cool breeze and the warmth from the sun was just enough to heat the skin, more-or-less the day was pretty perfect.

You smiled to yourself as you hummed the last song you had heard on the radio under your breath. You were in good spirits, the weather was great, and you were on to the first client of the day. The house was very beautiful and you couldn’t help but marvel at all of the intricate botany.

The house itself looked quite modern as you walked up the little step to knock. It gave a hollow sound as you waited patiently, one of your hands in your pocket. It didn’t take long before you heard a faint, “Hold on, I’m coming!” From inside the house, the door was opened by the most beautiful woman you had ever seen and her attire - or lack there of - made your mouth go dry, “Hi, may I help you?”

You felt like your eyes were gonna pop out of your skull before you quickly shook your head and cleared your throat, recovering your professional demeanor, “Hi, yes, Miss Park?” The woman nodded and it finally clicked that your client was the Park Jihyo, “Hi, I’m Y/N from Palace Pool Cleaners. We have you scheduled for a pool cleaning this morning.”

It took all of your willpower to not look down since the woman before you was the subject of a very long standing crush and she was currently dressed in a very revealing bikini that was barely covered by a white dress shirt. “Oh goodness, you’re right. My apologies, it completely slipped my mind. I was actually about to lounge by the pool myself, it won’t interfere with your work will it?”

You shook your head, it wasn’t uncommon for clients to be out while you worked. Guaranteed most of your clients weren’t insanely attractive women who had been the object of your affection, but you needed to keep this professional. You couldn’t risk losing your job over a stupid crush, “Not at all, Miss Park. Depending on how much debris is in the pool and all the other little nuances I need to check up on for maintenance reasons. I should be out of here in two hours.”

The brunette smiled as she looked you up and down, you couldn’t help but stiffen your stance slightly as you flexed. Secretly hoping to attract such a gorgeous woman - you were only human after all. “Take all the time you need.”

With that, you gave a curt nod to not embarrass yourself any further, “Thank you, let me grab my supplies from the truck and I’ll get started. Is there a side gate I could use to access the backyard so I’m not lugging everything through your house?”

“Yeah, it’s to the right of the garage there’s a gate, it unlocks from the back so just reach over and it leads straight to the pool.” You nodded in thanks as you turned to leave. “One more thing,” you turned back around to see that the dress shirt had fallen down one of Jihyo’s shoulders and was now exposing a good amount of her cleavage that you fought not to gawk at, “you’re new aren’t you?” You nodded as you responded with a ‘yes’, making the brunette giggle, “I just wanted to say you are a lot easier on the eyes than my last pool cleaner.” You could barely believe your ears as Jihyo left you with a wink and disappeared back into her house.

How strange.

You finally let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding as Jihyo closed the door, the front of your shorts felt uncomfortably tight as you turned to go back to your truck and grab the supplies you needed. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself, ‘Fucking shit. I feel like I’m living in a bad porno.’

Once you had gathered everything you needed to get started with the cleaning you made your way to the backyard, through the gate that Jihyo had mentioned before and you almost stopped in your tracks at the sight. The brunette was propped up on a sun bed, sunglasses on her face and the white button down discarded. Revealing her large breasts that were barely contained by the straining fabric of her brown bikini top and the tiny bottom part that left nothing to the imagination that barely covered the woman’s slit.

You could faintly see the marks of an old tan line that she was probably working on getting rid of. Jihyo didn’t seem to pay any attention to you as you went to work as usual. you set your supplies down a little ways from the edge of the pool as you began assembling the pool skimmer. Screwing together the poll and attaching the net to the end as you dipped it onto the surface of the water and began collecting the stray leaves and occasional bug.

You hummed to yourself as you got lost in the monotony of your work - it wasn’t that you hated your job, you actually loved it, it was just simple and didn’t require much thinking after enough repetitions. The pool was a fairly decent size but wasn’t large enough that it took too much effort to get through. After you had skimmed the entirety of the pool you emptied the net into a trash bag you set off to the side and picked up the pool vacuum you had brought with you.

Thankfully, this pool didn’t have an algae problem as the low hum of the motor whirred to life as you plunged it beneath the surface and once again started your methodical walk around the pool’s edge. Making sure to cover every square inch so you wouldn’t have to do it over. The sun began to beat down, the temperature had risen to 86°F (30°C) and without the coverage of clouds or a breeze, you were beginning to sweat.

Once you finally made it all the way around you pulled out the vacuum and switched off the motor, sighing as you reached for the bottom hem of your shirt and pulled it off. You were wearing a black sports bra that covered everything but a low whistle suddenly reeled your mind back into the present as you remembered that you had an audience. You turned to face the woman still lounging in the pool chair, she had shed the white button down and was left in the skimpy bikini, your eyes wandered the the swell of her massive breasts as you bit your lip.

You were trying in vain to reign in your raging hormones as you felt your dick grow half-hard. But it was confined by your boxers and the lining of your swim trunks…for now.

The brunette had noticed your gaze as she chuckled slightly, “You can keep staring, jagi. I don’t mind.” Jihyo smirked as she pushed her chest out further, “I’m very proud of my body.”

You swallowed hard as you cleared your throat, suddenly feeling brave enough to flirt back, “My apologies, I was staring at your heart, but your boobs seem to be getting in the way.”

The singer was a little surprised by the fact that you had willingly matched her energy, “Funny and good looking, a very dangerous combo.”

You smiled as you headed back to your truck briefly to retrieve the bag of pool salt you needed to restore the correct ph levels in the pool. As you came back in, you noticed Jihyo staring as your muscles bunched slightly under the weight of the bag as you carried it over your right shoulder. Once you got back to the edge of the pool you set down the bag with the side of it facing the pool as you retrieved the box cutter from your pocket and created a small triangle at the bottom of the bag as the salt began spilling out.

After all the salt had been emptied out, you crumpled up the bag and stuffed it into the trash. Tying the elastic strings to keep it closed and everything you had taken out of the pool or used stayed in it. you were finally done and you went through without any more embarrassing incidents other than flirting back a little with the beautiful woman.

You made the short walk to where Jihyo was still lounging and stopped a safe distance away as you cleared your throat to grab her attention. The brunette turned her head as she lifted her sunglasses to properly look at you, “Miss Park, everything is finished. I cleaned and skimmed your pool as well as added more salt into it to restabilize the ph levels. If there’s nothing else you need, I can see myself out. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!”

You wanted to heave a sigh of relief as you were able to get out your entire speech and not get distracted by the tempting pillows of softness that called to you. But before you could continue patting yourself on the back for not being a perv, Jihyo pursed her lips in thought before an idea came to mind.

She reached to the table beside her as she retrieved a bottle of sun tan oil, “Actually, there may be something you can help me with.” You nodded, “I need help applying this oil and you seem like such a nice person. I’m just trying to even out my tan lines and I can’t seem to do it properly. Would you mind doing it for me?”

You felt like your head was spinning with lust, “Yeah, I guess, I can.” The brunette’s smile was practically predatory once she heard your consent. She was finally able to set the plan she had been thinking of for the last hour and a half into motion.

“Since you’re new and all, I was hoping I could give you a better perspective on Guri. A chance to get a more…hands on experience.” As the words left Jihyo’s mouth, she released the hold she had at the front of her bikini top as she let it drop and slide off her arms.

Your eyes felt like you were going to bug out of your skull as you stared at the woman’s bare breasts. They were enormous and when she sat back on the lounge chair, they bounced slightly as they settled back into place after being jostled. You swallowed hard as all you could do was stare, “Shit, you’re beautiful.”

Jihyo giggled at the compliment as she reached down for the oil, holding up the bottle in front of you, “Care to help me, jagiya? I can’t do it properly myself.” There was a hint of a pout in her voice as you took it from her, you were very much in shock about everything that was happening as you uncapped the bottle and began drizzling the liquid onto the brunette’s chest. “That’s it, don’t be shy.”

You preened at the words that fell from the older woman’s lips as you watched the oil drip down the pillowy mountains of titty flesh. You reached a tentative hand up to rub the oil into her skin but stopped, unsure if this was what she really wanted you to do. Jihyo smirked as she grabbed your hand and placed it firmly on her breast, “Rub it in please.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the pliant flesh beneath your hand. Rubbing the oil over the singer’s warm skin as you kneaded her breasts. Your movements became more bold as you chanced a pinch to her left nipple, eliciting a soft moan from your client as she pressed her chest closer to you. The tent at the front of your swim shorts was extremely obvious as the outline of your dick stood out proudly. You were painfully hard as you continued to spread the oil all over Jihyo’s chest while fondling her tits, ‘This can’t be fucking real. Whatever I did to deserve this, thank you Universe!’ You mused to yourself as you realized the brunette had been staring at you.

“Why don’t I get you now, yeah?” You quirked an eyebrow in confusion as you paused from rubbing the oil onto the older woman’s taught stomach.

“What do you mean?” Jihyo had a predatory gleam in her eyes as she urged you to stand, she followed suit as her breasts swayed with the movement.

“I think you could use some oil too. It would look just delectable on you.” Before you could speak, Jihyo poured a healthy amount into her hands and began rubbing it onto your abdomen and down your arms. The brunette bit her lip as she felt you up, her eyes drifting down to see a very obvious bulge. You followed her gaze as you suddenly felt self-conscious.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t warn you. I have a…” But before you could continue Jihyo sank to her knees as she kissed the tip of your dick beneath the swim trunks.

“Don’t apologize for who you are. Ever.” The comment was incredibly endearing as your felt your heart grow light.

‘This woman really is amazing.’

It didn’t take long for Jihyo to bring you back to the present as she hooked her fingers into the shorts, “May I?”

It was now your turn to bite your lip as you nodded, “Please.”

In a slow and practiced motion, Jihyo began pulling down your swim trunks. She hit a snag around your erect cock before she was able to get the tight material around it and was shocked to see the sheer size of it in the open. The brunette made quick work of the shorts as you stepped out of them and kicked it away, leaving the singer to stare at your impressive length. You were both long and thick making you the perfect combination as your dick flexed up to your stomach.

“Wow, you’re the biggest I’ve ever seen.” Jihyo smiled as she reached a hand up to begin stroking your cock, “You just keep getting better and better.”

You wanted to respond but your mind was a bit more preoccupied with the sight of Park Jihyo on her knees as she stroked your dick. Opting for a nod and pleased hum.

The brunette leaned forward as she placed a kiss to your balls, moving up so she could lick a long line up the underside of your shaft to the dribbling head. The slightly salty taste of your precum coated her tongue as your hand found its way into her hair, tangling her locks in between your fingers. Jihyo took the tip of your cock into her mouth and she felt a spurt of cum as you groaned at the sudden heat around you, but before she could work down more of your impressive length she felt her head jerk forward as you pulled her closer to your groin.

More cock than she could handle was suddenly filling her mouth as the head of your length hit the back of throat and she gagged. And just as quickly as you had pushed her down on your cock, you pulled her off just as fast as apologies fell from your lips. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be that rough with you, your mouth just feels really g….”

Before you could apologize further, Jihyo took you back into her mouth, but this time at her own pace. You moaned aloud as you felt her throat muscle contract as she took you all the way to the root, pulling back as she ran her tongue along the underside of your shaft. In an attempt to not choke the brunette a second time, you refrained from pulling at her hair as you carded your fingers through it instead. Thrusting forward every so often to chase the warmth that was being pulled off of you.

The head of your dick began leaking in a steady stream as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten at how close you were to cumming. you let out a guttural moan, “Of fuck, Jihyo-ssi, I’m gonna cum.”

But just as the words left your mouth, the brunette completely pulled off of your length as a few ropes of cum shot out onto the singer’s face. You groaned as your balls clenched but you were left completely unsatisfied without any further stimulation, causing the tightening in your stomach to worsen. “Wh..what the h…hell?”

The ruined orgasm was borderline painful as your abdominal muscles grew taught but there was nothing else to combat the intense feeling. You groaned as you looked down to see your shaft even harder than before as it still rested stiffly against your stomach. But your heart seemed to stop at the view before you, Park Jihyo with lines of your cum on her face. She wore a very proud smirk as you panted, “I’m sorry, Y/N-ah, did that hurt?”

The brunette’s voice was full of false sympathy as she mocked you, which in turn pissed you off further. You growled lowly as you gripped her hair in your fist and pulled Jihyo to stand, still using her hair to guide the forceful movements as you brought her close to your face. “You must think you’re so clever. You’re gonna pay for that, sweetheart.”

Jihyo stared up to meet your eyes, accepting the challenge. “Oh, I’d love to see you try.” You pulled her into a rough kiss, void of the sweetness she had expected from you as teeth clashed and tongues wrestled for dominance. And Jihyo had to admit, she had never been more turned on in her life.

No matter what she threw at you, you gave it back to her ten fold, which was how she found herself hovering over your mouth. Her bikini bottoms completely soaked through, but you didn’t even bother to remove them as you pulled them to the side and licked a strip up the center of her pussy. Jihyo moaned at the feeling as she pressed lower trying to get more friction against her weeping folds.

You were arguably too horny to tease and you were quickly getting over your anger due to the ruined orgasm since the taste of the brunette on your tongue was just too enticing to abstain from. It had a sweet yet tangy flavor that you couldn’t get enough of as you ran the flat of your tongue almost to her clit, but stopped at the second, you weren’t letting her off the hook that easily.

But Jihyo was quick with her wits as she bucked forward trying to feel more of your tongue, “How about I give you a true taste of Guri?”

You laughed slightly, “Are you always this cheesy when you’re having sex or is this just for my benefit?” You didn’t give her a chance to respond as your tongue teased at her entrance, taking in more of her leaking arousal. But before you could dive deeper into the singer’s depths you pulled away to place a kiss to her inner thigh, “But, ever since I’ve gotten here, I feel like I’m living in a poorly written porn script.”

To her benefit, Jihyo had the humility to laugh as a genuine smile broke out onto her lips. “Well I’m disappointed that my seduction came off as poorly written porn. Was it really that bad?”

“To be fair, when you wanted me to touch your boobs you phrased it as a ‘hands on experience’.” You chuckled as you craned your neck to suck on her clit briefly, “I’ll give you the benefit of a doubt that it came off as cheesy rather than poorly written porn.”

Jihyo hummed as she lost focus on the conversation as she relished in the feeling of her clit getting the attention it so desperately craved, “I can accept that. But can we save the pillow talk for after, I think there are more pressing matters at the moment.”

You chuckled as you kissed her clit, “I agree. Why don’t you ride me, jagi, I want to see those beautiful tits bounce for me. Least you could do since you spilled oil all over me.”

The brunette smirked as she wiggled her way out of her bikini bottoms so that the two were completely naked, “I can definitely get on top of that idea and get on top of you as well.”

You both laughed out loud but your laughing ceased as Jihyo sank down on your cock. The feeling of being stretched open made the singer moan loudly as the rippling heat around your dick made you groan as one of your hands shot to hold onto Jihyo’s hip, guiding her down till you bottomed out inside of her. She breathed through her nose as she felt her inner walls adjust to the stretch, it had been awhile since she had been with anyone and her fingers were never this thick or this deep inside of her.

The brunette let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding as she slowly began to rise up from atop of your cock till only the tip remained inside of her then dropped down. Eliciting a moan from both of you as pleasure crawled up your spines. Jihyo bounced on your lap as your dick had enough curve to it to rub against the spot inside of her that made her see stars when she pulled out at just the right angle. Your eyes were transfixed on her wobbling tits as an unashamed look of lust adorned your face.

You even reached the hand that hadn’t found purchase on the brunette’s hip to continue squeezing and teasing her breasts. “Shit, just like that, good girl. You’re taking me so well.”

Jihyo’s breathing came out in clipped pants as she moved faster, the sound of her skin slapping against your’s made her blush as loud moans fell from her mouth. “God, only for you. You're filling me up so much.”

The singer sounded breathless as she began adding in the occasional rock of her hips to elicit more pleasure against her clit. You groaned beneath her as the hot and tight walls of Jihyo’s pussy gripped your shaft firmly, massaging it in a way that sent your head spinning. Everything felt amazing and the fact that you were even more pent up from the very unsatisfying release from before didn’t help. You felt dangerously close to the edge as you began thrusting up to meet Jihyo’s hips.

“Fucking shit, I’m so close, I’m gonna cum!” Your voice was strained as the idol’s inner walls tightened even more around you. There was only so much more of this that you could take before you were at the end of your wits.

“Cum inside, I’m on the pill. I’m almost there!” Jihyo’s voice raised an octave as her thrusts became a blur of short up and down movements. Not wanting to part from you for long as she reached a hand down to rub at her clit.

The sight of the woman atop you: riding you, touching herself, and her gigantic tits bouncing was enough to send you careening over the edge as you choked on a moan before feeling your abdomen contract and your balls tighten. Ropes of your cum shot deep inside of Jihyo as the feeling triggered the singer’s orgasm in turn and caused her walls to clench rhythmically around your cock.

Jihyo finally let out the scream she had been suppressing as she tilted her head back up to the sky as she came. Her release squirted out onto you ever so slightly as she felt your hot load in her womb. She sighed as her walls gave one final squeeze to your shaft after she had milked you for all you were worth. Jihyo looked down to see that your eyes had closed and a blissful smile graced your lips. She could tell you were awake, but barely.

That’s when her exhaustion seemed to hit her as well, she didn’t bother moving too much as she leaned forward to rest her body atop of yours. She could feel your dick softening a little inside of her as she placed lazy kisses on your neck, “That was amazing.”

You had started tracing random patterns on her naked back that she found oddly soothing, “I think amazing might be an understatement.”

Finally, you two broke the scene that the two of you had built as you wrapped your arms around your girlfriend. Placing a kiss to the crown of her head, “Thank you for doing this with me. I know a scene like this was a little weird.”

Jihyo grinned as she cuddled closer to you, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, jagiya. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time”

You laughed slightly before a yawn cut you off, “Tell me about it. You even squirted!” The idol could practically feel the smug smile on your face as she rolled her eyes.

“Don’t get too full of yourself, Y/N-ah.” Jihyo yawned as she felt her eyes start to droop, “I’m gonna nap for a little, the whole thing really tired me out. I love you, jagi.”

You smiled as you pulled your girlfriend as close to you as humanly possible, “I love you too, Jihyo-ah.”

#twice #fortwice #twice imagines #twice prompts #twice smut #twice fluff #park jihyo #twice jihyo #park jihyo x g!p fem reader #g!p reader #twice x fem reader #twice x reader #twiceinadream

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G!p Karina x mean!reader(not really but kinda)

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Omega!Nayeon x Alpha!G!PReader

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Drama

More otw reqs r open

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hiiii could u maybe write smth for jihyo again, also i absolutely loved ur most recent 2yeon fic it's sooo good

Nayeon x Jihyo / Enemies to Lovers

Word count: 3320

In the bustling city of Seoul, amidst the towering skyscrapers and bustling streets, there were two individuals who were known rivals in the corporate world: Jihyo and Nayeon.

They worked for competing companies in the finance sector and had a long-standing history of butting heads at business conferences and boardroom meetings.

Jihyo was a sharp-witted, ambitious executive who always seemed to be one step ahead of the game. Nayeon, on the other hand, was equally driven and fiercely competitive, unwilling to back down from any challenge.

Their rivalry was legendary in the business world, with gossip swirling about their constant clashes and heated arguments. However, beneath the surface, there was a simmering tension between them that neither could ignore.

One fateful day, their companies found themselves vying for the same lucrative deal, and Jihyo and Nayeon were tasked with working together to secure it.

Forced to put aside their differences, they begrudgingly began to collaborate, each determined to outshine the other.

But as they spent more time together, working late nights and hashing out strategies over coffee, they began to see each other in a new light.

They discovered common interests and shared ambitions, and before they knew it, their animosity began to give way to admiration.

Slowly but surely, their professional rivalry transformed into something more. They found themselves drawn to each other, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them.

And as they navigated the complexities of their budding relationship, they realized that their connection ran deeper than they ever could have imagined.

In the end, Jihyo and Nayeon realized that their enmity had masked a deeper attraction, one that had been waiting to be unleashed.

So when they were seated in Jihyo’s penthouse in the middle of the night, with the bustling sounds echoing in the room from the outside, with the shining lights from Seoul‘s skyscrapers lighting up the candlelit living room, where Jihyo and Nayeon were sitting in. A MacBook and two glasses of wine, along with a bottle of Romanée-Conti were placed on top of the expensive looking table and there was a tension longing in the air, which both of them couldn’t ignore any longer.

They weren’t drunk, but they weren’t entirely sober either. A bit tipsy, yes. The wine-drunk blush on both of their cheeks gave it away.

“Maybe we should call it quits for today”. Jihyo said, massaging her temple with her pointer and middle finger.

All the work gave her an headache, but Nayeon’s scent made her headache even worse.

Nayeon always smelled so good, so intensely sweet, like bergamot and lemon. It drove Jihyo insane.

Nayeon in general drove her insane. The way she talks, the way she stares, the way she gestures, the way her beautiful, long fingers typed away on the keyboard of her MacBook.

All these things made Jihyo go crazy.

“Yeah, maybe we should”. Nayeon huffed out, while she moved her hand to her hair tie, to take it off, letting her long brown hair fall down her shoulders and back.

Jihyo gulped.

She never saw Nayeon with her hair down. The tight ponytail always made her look arrogant and strict. But this Nayeon looked cute and innocent.

“Is everything okay, Jihyo-ssi?”. Nayeon asked, while she was staring at Jihyo with her beautiful dark eyes.

“Y-Yes, everything’s fine. I guess I’m just exhausted. It was a pretty rough and long day after all, for the both of us”.

“Yes, we did work really hard today. Let’s keep up the good work, yeah?”. Nayeon smiled and Jihyo’s heart started pounding.

“Yes, definitely”. Jihyo smiled back, saving the stuff they had so far in her work file on the MacBook before turning it off.

Both of them flinched when a huge lightning bolt struck outside, rain pouring down on the concrete, turning it dark.

“Are you sure you want to leave? Maybe you should wait until it stopped raining?”. Jihyo asked, while another lightning struck.

“Yeah, I don’t wanna get soaked on my way home”. Nayeon said and kicked off her Valentino shoes.

“If-If you want you can also stay the night. We have to go to the same work place anyway, so we could drive to work together tomorrow”. Jihyo suggested with a tiny blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“If that’s okay with you, then sure I would take your offer. Thanks Jihyo-ah”. Nayeon smiled at her. Jihyo gulped at the informal name Nayeon called her, she really liked it.

“Is it okay if I take a shower?”. Nayeon asked and now Jihyo had to picture Nayeon naked under her shower, with hot water running down her slender figure. She felt her cock twitch at the thought of that.

“Yes of course. Let me grab you some of my clothes”. Jihyo smiled and walked into her room, where she grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt for Nayeon, along with a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers.

“Here you go”. Jihyo held out her clothes for Nayeon to take, but when Nayeon looked at the boxer shorts she had to smirk.

“Never would’ve thought you are that type of girl”. Nayeon grinned, while Jihyo blushed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”.

“Oh I don’t know. I just thought you’re more of a lingerie and strings type of person”. Nayeon smugly grinned.

“Well, I do like that, but not on me”. Jihyo rasped out and scanned Nayeon from head to toe.

“Then why do you have boxers though? Don’t tell me you have a secret boyfriend I don’t know about”. Nayeon gasped and Jihyo rolled her eyes.

“Okay so first of all, I don’t have a boyfriend. Second of all I’m into women, and third of all, if I would have a boyfriend I would be pretty concerned that he may be into men and not women”.

Now Nayeon completely lost track of the conversation.

“I think I can’t quite follow you right now”.

“I have a dick, Nayeon”. Jihyo straightforwardly says and Nayeon’s face starts burning in embarrassment.

Of course her eyes automatically dart down between Jihyo’s legs. And now that she knows, it is quite obvious. Jihyo was huge.

“W-Well, I wasn’t expecting that, I guess”. Nayeon bit her lip.

“It’s okay, I was surprised you didn’t know though. It’s not like I can hide it well”. Jihyo smirked, knowing pretty well how gifted she is between her legs.

“Y-Yeah, I can tell”. Nayeon husked out.

“How about you?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon’s eyes shot up to hers.

“What do you mean?”.

“What are you into? Men? Women? Both?”.

“Why would I tell you that?”. Nayeon scoffed and clenched her hands into the clothes in her hand.

“I think, since you found out something intimate about me, it would be only fair for me to find out something intimate about you, don’t you agree?”.

“Well, I’m not really into labels. When the chemistry is right I don’t mind if it’s a woman or a man”. Nayeon said and Jihyo just hummed at the information.

“Alright, well the bathroom is over there”. Jihyo pointed to a door on the right. Nayeon just nodded and walked into the bathroom closing the door behind her.

She quickly stripped down and stepped under the warm water of the shower head, letting her hair and body get soaked in.

She used Jihyo’s body wash, her shampoo and conditioner. Jihyo always smelled absolutely amazing.

When she finished her shower, she turned off the water and stepped out of the huge glass cabin.

Nayeon grabbed a black towel out of the drawer and started drying her body and hair, before putting on the clothes Jihyo gave her earlier.

She smirked to herself when she put the boxers on, staring at herself in the huge mirror hanging above the bathroom sink.

She decided, since the boxers were basically shorts to her, that she will just put on the oversized shirt and not put on the shorts.

When she was finished with everything she left the bathroom, walking back into the living room, where Jihyo was sitting on the couch.

Jihyo had to gulp when she saw Nayeon in her boxers and shirt. She looked so sinfully good in her clothes.

“Thanks for the shower. I feel much better now”. Nayeon smiled and plopped down next to Jihyo on the couch.

“You’re welcome, Nayeon-ah. No need to thank me”. Jihyo smiled back.

“Nayeon-ah?”. Nayeon smirked and Jihyo had to smirk slightly as well, “Yeah, is that okay?”. Jihyo asked and stared at her with her seductive, dark eyes.

“Yes, of course… Jihyo-yah”. Nayeon grinned, making Jihyo smile.

“So… do you think we will be able to seal the deal?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon playfully rolled her eyes, “Jihyo, please. Let’s not talk about work right now. We always do that”. Nayeon rested her head on the palm of her hand, staring at Jihyo.

“What do you wanna talk about then?”. Jihyo asked and took off her black blazer, unbuttoning a few buttons of her white shirt, while rolling up her sleeves.

Nayeon licked her lips unintentionally while she was observing Jihyo, “I don’t know. We barely know anything about each other. Tell me something about yourself”.

“Alright sure. I’m actually a really funny person. I know I seem uptight at work but it’s just a facade I put up to get respected from other people”.

Nayeon cocked a brow, smirking at her, “You? Funny? That’s hard to believe”. She snickered.

“What’s that supposed to mean? I can be really funny if I want to be”. Jihyo scoffed and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Sure, whatever you say. And I always thought you’re so uptight because your sex life is just super boring ”. Nayeon smirked.

“Wow, thank you. And for your information it is not boring, not at all”. Jihyo scoffed once again.

“Oh really? When was the last time you had sex then?”. Nayeon asked and leaned her back against Jihyo’s comfortable couch.

“That’s none of your business”. Jihyo glared and Nayeon just smirked, “That long, huh?”.

“When was your last time then?”.

“Around 3 weeks ago actually. The project right now is consuming all my time. Otherwise I would’ve did it much more”.

“I see, so you like to fuck around?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon scoffed, “I’m not a slut, Jihyo. I know all of the people I had sex with. I would never fuck a stranger, that’s gross”.

“I never said you are a slut. Although I feel like you are a slut in bed”. Jihyo straightforwardly said, making Nayeon’s eyes widen.

“What makes you think that?”.

“I don’t know. You give me this vibe of always spitting words and pretending you’re in control, but in reality you just want to get used and get your brain fucked out”.

Nayeon’s face turned crimson red. She just stared at Jihyo, completely shocked. I mean, Jihyo wasn’t wrong. That was exactly what Nayeon liked.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”. Jihyo smugly grinned. Nayeon smacked her arm playfully, making Jihyo giggle, “Knew it”. She smirked.

“So what? A lot of women like that”. Nayeon defended herself.

“I know. Those are the women I prefer in bed”. Jihyo said and Nayeon gulped.

“So… I would be your taste in women?”. Nayeon asked curiously.

“Maybe”. Jihyo smirked and Nayeon whined, “Tell me”. She huffed out, grabbing Jihyo’s shoulder.

“So what if you were? Would you let me fuck you?”. Jihyo rasped out, head turning to stare at Nayeon.

Nayeon blushed, her grip tightening against Jihyo’s shoulder.

“Maybe”. Nayeon smirked back, her heart was pounding against her rib cage.

“Hmm, I see”. Jihyo hummed.

“What do you see?”.

“I see the way you stare at me from across the room, or the way you press your thighs together when we have business meetings with our colleagues. I see the way you stare at my lips sometimes when I’m talking, or the way you gulp when I look into your eyes. I see the way your eyes turn hazed when we are working together, or how your hands ‘accidentally' graze my hand or arm. You think you’re so slick, but you’re the whole opposite”. Jihyo said, staring at Nayeon the whole time she was talking.

Nayeon was so shocked, she couldn’t even find words. Jihyo saw right through her. Jihyo knew, she knew all the this time.

“And? Aren’t you going to do something about that?”. Nayeon croaked out.

“Do you want me to do something about it?”. Jihyo asked and got closer to Nayeon.

“What if I do? Would you?”. Nayeon gulped when she felt Jihyo pulling her on her lap. She could feel Jihyo’s boner pressing into her crotch.

“Yes, of course I would. I always wanted to see you fall apart for me”. Jihyo husked out, which made Nayeon moan slightly.

“All you have to do is ask, sweetie”. Jihyo said, caressing Nayeon’s cheek with her thumb, letting her thumb run over Nayeon’s bottom lip.

“Fuck me, please?”. Nayeon breathed out, wrapping her arms around the back of Jihyo’s neck, before pressing her lips against Jihyo’s.

Jihyo sighed into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Nayeon’s slim waist, sliding her tongue into the older woman’s mouth.

Nayeon moaned into Jihyo’s mouth when Jihyo palmed her ass in her hands, massaging it gently.

While they were making out, Nayeon started unbuttoning the rest of the buttons of Jihyo’s shirt, before taking it completely off, along with Jihyo’s bra.

Jihyo quickly took off the shirt Nayeon was wearing, revealing her naked chest to her. Jihyo’s mouth almost started watering at the sight in front of her.

Nayeon looked so fuckable right now, it drove Jihyo completely insane.

As they continued to explore each other's bodies with a fervent passion, their previous animosity melted away completely, replaced by a newfound intimacy and connection. Each touch, each kiss, was a testament to the depth of their desire for one another.

They were both naked now, pressed against each other’s body, feeling the other persons heart beat.

“Jihyo”. Nayeon moaned out when she felt Jihyo’s tip sliding through her soaked folds.

“What is it?”. Jihyo hummed, pressing chaste kisses against Nayeon’s collarbones.

“Put it in”. Nayeon huffed out.

“Hmm, you want it in?”. Jihyo rasped out, smacking her tip against Nayeon’s clit. The wet noises of Nayeon’s pussy echoed through the room.

“Please”. Jihyo just smirked before pulling Nayeon down on her length, stretching her out.

“Holy shit”. Nayeon whispered, clenching her hands into Jihyo’s dark hair. Jihyo grabbed Nayeon’s hips tightly with her hands, before she started thrusting into her.

“You feel so good”. Nayeon moaned out, pressing her forehead against Jihyo’s.

“Yeah? You like how my cock feels inside of you, baby?”. Jihyo huffed out between thrusts, spanking Nayeon’s ass.

“Y-Yes, so fucking much. I feel so full”. Nayeon cried out when Jihyo picked up the pace, now pounding into her.

“Look at you, clenching around my dick like the little slut you are. You like getting fucked like that, don’t you?”. Jihyo smirked, spanking her once again.

Nayeon just cried out, pressing her face in the crook of Jihyo’s neck. Jihyo pulled her head up by her hair though, making them look at each other.

“Are you my little fuck toy?”. Jihyo grinned, spanking her again.

Nayeon’s mouth gaped open at how good Jihyo was fucking her, but no words came out.

“What’s the matter? Does my cock feel so good you forgot how to speak now?”. Jihyo scoffed, once again spanking her.

“Y-Yes”. Nayeon cried out. Tears were now forming in her eyes at how fast Jihyo was pounding her.

“Yes what?”. Another spank.

“I’m your little fuck toy”. Nayeon smirked, scratching the back of Jihyo’s neck. Jihyo quickly grabbed Nayeon’s wrists, folding them across from each other, to hold them behind Nayeon’s back, pinning them there.

“Yeah, that’s right”. Jihyo hummed, sliding her thumb into Nayeon’s mouth, so she could suck on it, which she instantly did.

Jihyo was on cloud nine right now. Watching Nayeon sit on her lap, while she was watching her dick pounding into Nayeon’s wet pussy, coating her length with her wetness was just pure bliss for Jihyo.

She could feel Nayeon’s legs starting to tremble and her pussy starting to clench around her dick.

“Hmm, are you close?”. Jihyo asked and Nayeon nodded, “Yeah, I can tell. Your pussy is clenching around me so hard”. Jihyo cooed.

“Please”. Nayeon cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure.

“Please what?”.

“Please let me cum”. Nayeon begged and Jihyo felt her cock twitching inside of her.

“Sure, go ahead sweetie. Cum all over me”. One last spank and Nayeon climaxed, glazing Jihyo’s dick with her cum.

“Mhm, that’s a good girl”. Jihyo hummed, before turning them around, pressing Nayeon’s back against the couch, lifting her arms up above her head, so they were loosely hanging over the back of the couch.

“Spread your legs”. Jihyo breathed out, making Nayeon shiver at how raspy her voice got. Nayeon instantly obliged, spreading her legs, holding them apart with her hands.

“Hmm, that’s good”. Jihyo hummed, letting her tip run through Nayeon’s slit again, before slamming into her in one go.

Nayeon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, moaning loudly at the way Jihyo instantly started slamming into her.

Nayeon was making the lewdest noises Jihyo has ever heard, and she loved every second of it.

“Look at you, moaning like the little slut you are”. Jihyo moaned, spanking Nayeon’s clit with her palm, making Nayeon gasp. Jihyo wrapped her hand around Nayeon’s neck, choking her slightly.

They were staring at each other, both of their mouths were gaped open, leaving ragged breaths and moans.

Nayeon’s hands wrapped tightly around Jihyo’s right wrist, clenching her nails into Jihyo’s skin.

“You look so good like this. You’re so beautiful”. Jihyo whispered out, as if she is telling Nayeon her biggest secret.

Nayeon let out a moan, her hips thrusting up to meet Jihyo’s own thrusts.

Jihyo leaned down to press their lips into a sloppy kiss. Nayeon kept moaning into her mouth, clenching her hands into Jihyo’s hair, letting out moan after moan.

When Jihyo started rubbing her clit, while she kept pounding into Nayeon with their skin slapping together harshly, it didn’t take long until Nayeon reached another orgasm. This time squirting all over Jihyo’s thighs and cock, making Jihyo cum as well.

Jihyo quickly pulled out of her, jerking her cock off, while she was shooting her cum over Nayeon’s tits and belly.

They were both panting heavily, completely out of breath. Jihyo leaned down to pull Nayeon into a passionate kiss, their tongues instantly started swirling around each other, fighting for dominance.

Jihyo won, of course.

As their passionate embrace continued, Jihyo gently caressed Nayeon's cheek, their bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

“I've never felt so alive”. Nayeon whispered, her voice filled with adoration.

Jihyo smiled tenderly, brushing a strand of hair away from Nayeon's face. “You make me feel things I never knew were possible”. She confessed, her heart swelling with affection.

Their connection deepened with each tender word exchanged, and as they basked in the warmth of their shared love, the world around them seemed to fade away.

Nayeon leaned in to rest her forehead against Jihyo's, their breaths mingling in the space between them. “I never want to lose this feeling”. Nayeon murmured, her eyes shining with sincerity.

Jihyo's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the depth of emotion in Nayeon's words. “I promise to cherish every moment with you”. She vowed, her voice steady with conviction.

With a gentle touch, they sealed their promises with a kiss, holding each other in their arms, feeling the other person’s warmth.

#twice smut #twice #kpop #g!p #smut #twice jihyo #twice nayeon #enemies to lovers

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betweenujb · 2 months

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valentine

g!pmomo x jihyo

warnings: smut, g!p, praise kink, light bondage

Every creak of the bed frame and every featherlight touch of the sheets against her back made Jihyo's heart pound in her chest. The blindfold over her eyes and the alcohol freely flowing through her veins caused every other sense in Jihyo's body to increase tenfold.

The usual faint scent of Momo's rose perfume filled her nose and clouded her mind. The palms of her hands were starting to sweat, and her shoulders were getting sore from their elevated position, but she knew better than to bring them down.

Jihyo swore she could feel every silky thread on Momo's tie that was wrapped tightly around her wrists, but it could have just been the alcohol.

Her body was on fire from how much she drank. Her cheeks were flushed and matched the rosy glow on her ass from how many times Momo's hand smacked her. The sting on her ass was welcome, but it didn't help the now cold wetness that was clinging to the inside of her thighs.

"M-Momo please. I need you to-to touch me." Jihyo was desperate. Her words came out in short, breathy pants as she tried her best to stay still on the bed.

Momo was just enjoying the sight of her girlfriend dripping wet and blushing just from a few hard smacks and a little alcohol. As she stared down at Jihyo's exposed body, she felt her cock throb against the thin fabric of her boxers.

It wasn't fair that Jihyo was so exposed, but she still had her boxers on. Momo took her time slipping her red boxers off. The small wet spot from her pre-cum was a reminder that Jihyo wasn't the only one affected by such momentary foreplay.

"I already have touched you, baby. You're practically soaking the bed already."

The husky tone of Momo's voice covered by her teasing words caused Jihyo to shiver. She knew that Momo was just as turned on as her, but the more she struggled, the longer it was going to take to get what she wanted.

Before Jihyo could beg again, Momo's hands gently slid up her tiny waist. Jihyo flinched a bit but relaxed, a shaky breath falling from her lips as Momo gently squeezed her hips.

"You look so good like this, Hyo. Already so wet for me." Momo smirked and adjusted to pepper gentle kisses over her girlfriend's belly.

Momo briefly looked up to see Jihyo pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. The urge to just buck her hips up against Momo's hands was becoming almost irresistible.

"You've been doing such a good job for me, baby." Momo's words were mumbled by Jihyo's skin as she gently kissed and sucked her way up to her girlfriend's breasts.

Just the sight of Jihyo's hard nipples was enough to make Momo's mouth water. She wrapped her mouth around one, smiling at the throaty moan that left her lover.

Momo swirled her tongue around the stiff peak, her fingers pinching the other between her thumb and forefinger as Jihyo's pleasured moans and gasps filled the bedroom.

"What do you want, Hyo?" Momo asked between licks and sucks, her free hand trailing down Jihyo's belly to rest on her upper thigh.

"Need y-ou. Please, baby. I need you i-inside me." Jihyo could barely speak. The alcohol was clouding her mind and Momo's mouth, and hands were sending electricity through her body.

Deciding that toying with Jihyo for the past ten minutes was more than enough torture, Momo acquiesced. She gave Jihyo's nipples one last harsh pinch and bite before she sat up. Leaning back against her heels, Momo stroked her throbbing cock a few times before she rubbed the leaking tip against her girlfriend's tight heat.

"Holy shit, baby. How are you so wet?" Momo breathed out, a soft moan leaving her lips as she bumped her cockhead against Jihyo's swollen clit.

"Fuck. Your h-ands and your- your mouth, Mo. Please." The second Jihyo felt the tip of Momo's cock rubbing against her clit, her breath hitched. Her body was practically vibrating with anticipation as Momo admired her exposed, dripping folds.

After a few more strokes, Momo couldn't tease any longer. She gripped Jihyo's hips and pushed her thick length in. No matter how many times they had sex, Momo knew she'd never get tired of the feeling, the sight, or the sound of Jihyo's walls stretching to accommodate her.

"Ji oh my god. Oh fuck baby you-you're so fuck- so fucking tight."

With every inch, Jihyo's moans increased. She couldn't help but buck her hips up, her tight heat trying to pull in every single inch of her girlfriend's cock. "Don't stop. Fuck I-I need all of you in me, baby."

Once Momo was finally fully seated inside Jihyo, she let out a throaty groan at the way Jihyo's pussy throbbed around her. She slowly pulled out to the tip, thrusting all the way back in.

Momo kept a slow pace only for a few seconds. Their desire for release had grown too strong as Momo gripped Jihyo's hips harder. She slid her cock in and out of Jihyo's dripping pussy with ease, each thrust faster than the previous.

"So fucking good, baby. Taking my cock so fucking well." Momo grunted out in between thrusts, the sound of their hips colliding and their shared moans easily filling the air.

"Gonna make you cum, baby. Want to see that pretty pussy cum around my cock."

Jihyo just wordlessly nodded. Her mouth hung open and her breasts bounced with the force of Momo's hips thrusting into her. If she wasn't drunk already, she would have blamed Momo's thick length hitting every sweet spot inside of her.

Suddenly, Momo threw Jihyo's legs over her shoulders. Jihyo let out a small squeak, followed by a high-pitched moan. The new angle caused Momo's cock to somehow reach deeper inside of her as each thrust connected with her cervix.

Momo's heavy breathing was punctuated with every fast and hard thrust into Jihyo's tight heat. She moved her hands up to grab Jihyo's waist, desperate for more leverage as she slammed her hips against her girlfriend's.

"Just like that. Fuck- oh fuck just like that, baby."

Jihyo's words spurred Momo on as the sounds that came out of her girlfriend's mouth sounded almost animalistic. The pain in Jihyo's shoulders had been replaced by the searing stretch of her pussy around Momo's cock. She clasped her hands together, her knuckles turning white with how tight she was squeezing them.

"Oh- oh Hyo. You're taking my cock so well." Momo moaned out as she felt Jihyo's walls squeeze around her. She could tell Jihyo was getting close as her breathing became heavier, and her legs squeezed around her neck.

"You're doing such a good job for me, baby. I need you to cum on my cock. You can do it."

"S- I'm so close, Mo. I need to cum so bad- so fucking bad." Jihyo was on the verge of tears from intensity of Momo's thrusts and the knot that was quickly tightening in her belly.

Sensing her desperation, Momo let one hand slide to Jihyo's swollen clit. She collected some of her juices on her thumb and started to rub tight circles into it.

The added stimulation was just enough to send Jihyo over the edge. After a few seconds, her body shook like a leaf. She clamped down on Momo's cock as her orgasm ripped through her. The pleasure was almost too much as she opened her mouth wide to scream out Momo's name.

The look of pure bliss and exhaustion on Jihyo's face made Momo pick up her speed. She furiously thrusted her hips into Jihyo's. Planting both of her hands on either side of Jihyo's head, she grunted and moaned as she felt her balls draw up.

"Fuck, baby. Fuck fuck fuck!" Momo yelled as she clutched the sheets. Her hips stuttered and her eyes rolled back as she emptied her load deep into Jihyo's pussy. "Take my cum, baby. Fuck- oh holy fuck you did so good for me, Hyo."

Momo panted as she emptied her load. Her adrenaline was rushing through her as she gently thrusted into Jihyo, helping them ride out their orgasms.

Once Momo's hips stilled, her cock nestled deep inside Jihyo, she slowly lifted her girlfriend's blindfold. Momo gave her a second to adjust to the dimmed lights before she smiled and let out a breathless laugh. She carefully untied her hands and threw her tie onto the floor.

Jihyo blinked a few times as she smiled softly at the sight of Momo's flushed face looking down at her adoringly. Momo leaned down and gently pressed her lips against Jihyo's, smiling into the kiss as she helped Jihyo lower her arms.

"You did such a good job, baby. That felt so fucking good." Momo, still a little breathless, sat up and carefully pulled her cock out of Jihyo's pussy. She let out a soft moan as she watched her cum slowly drip out of her used hole.

"I love you so fucking much, Hyo."

Jihyo playfully rolled her eyes and pulled Momo down to lay beside her. Momo wrapped her arms around Jihyo's waist and gently caressed her sides.

"Do you maybe want to tell me that to my face and not to my pussy?"

Momo laughed and brought a hand up to cup Jihyo's cheek. She rubbed her thumb along Jihyo's bottom lip and smiled, kissing her gently as she whispered against her lips, "I love you, Hyo. Happy Valentine's Day.”

#twice #twice smut #twice imagines #momo #jihyo #kpop smut #girl group smut #momo x jihyo #g!p momo

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httpsyeons · 3 months

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ive been sitting on the thought of g!p jihyo fucking reader at a fan meet for a while now and I think I might actually execute that today if my tumblr works for FIVE MINUTES.

#⭑ — dee’s thoughts #g!p jihyo #park jihyo x reader #park jihyo

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ryujenini · 4 months

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IMAGINE #10 (nsfw)

G!P Momo Face Fucking you , gagging on her cock until she cums in your mouth making sure you swallow all of it

#twice #momo #g!p #once #smut #imagine #drabble #hard hours #hard thoughts #nayeon #jeongyeon #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #ryujenini

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samophilia · 6 months

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every time i see you lose control (i can’t take my eyes off)

CEO!jihyo x model!sana

warnings: g!p, dry humping, somno, mildly d*bcon, top!jihyo, demanding!sana, rough s*x

crossposted on ao3!

♡ ♡ ♡

Jihyo’s finishing up her last report when Sana plops unceremoniously onto her lap.

“Are you ever going to come to bed, Jihyo-yah?”

“It’s only,” Jihyo shifts her eyes to the time at the bottom right of her screen, “9:30.”

“Aren’t you tired?” Sana pretends to stifle a yawn, but it’s far too exaggerated to be believable. “I know I sure am.”

Jihyo raises a brow at that. “As I recall, you finally fell asleep when I left for work this morning.”

“I had a long day.”

“You couldn’t have woken up more than five hours ago.”

“And a lot could happen in five hours.”

“Ah, that’s right, you were shopping online today. Did you ever decide if you wanted the white or off-white handbag?”

“The off-white. But that’s not the point!”

“Sana,” Jihyo gently reprimands her, taking her girlfriend’s face into her hands, “What is this really about?”

“Can’t a girl just miss her girlfriend and want her to come to bed?”

“Yes, but her girlfriend can’t help but be a bit suspicious when her bedtime is four in the morning. On a good day.”

Sana’s shoulders slump. She stares at Jihyo petulantly, eyes wide under her lashes.

“I’m horny.”

Ah.

Jihyo should’ve known. It’s not like Sana was exactly being subtle, after all.

“Aw, baby, why didn’t you say so?”

Instead of responding, Sana simply frowns, readjusting herself not-so-subtly on the other girl’s lap, so that she’s placed more snugly against Jihyo’s front. Jihyo can already feel the heat radiating from Sana’s panties. Her cock stirs.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” a feverish kiss to Jihyo’s lips, “all day.”

“Is that so?”

Sana pulls back to pout, placing one of Jihyo’s hands on her tit. Jihyo squeezes lightly, delighted to find that her girlfriend is braless. She rubs a thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden easily.

“Mhm,” Sana hums, continuing her ministrations on the other girl’s neck. “Imagine my disappointment to see you work late,” she unbuttons Jihyo’s shirt, “when all I wanted was for you to fuck me.”

Jihyo shivers, her pants tightening. “Sorry to keep you waiting, princess.” She grabs Sana’s ass with her free hand then, massaging her gently, grinning when Sana sighs at the sensation.

Encouraged by her girlfriend’s enthusiasm, Jihyo uses both hands now to grab at the back of Sana’s thighs, shoving her closer. She uses her grip to grind Sana against Jihyo’s now fully hard cock like some sort of ragdoll.

“Feel good, baby?” Jihyo asks, when Sana moans into her mouth.

Instead of responding verbally, Sana rolls her hips harder against Jihyo, her heat sliding over Jihyo’s length. The younger girl can feel a bead of precum gush out of her cock, her underwear sliding easier with each movement.

Sana is so worked up already that Jihyo can already imagine how her slick pussy must look then, clenching around nothing, hungering for Jihyo’s cock. She desperately wants to fuck Sana on her desk then and there, her reports be damned. But this, the dry humping, already feels so good, she’s reluctant to stop, even if just for a moment.

Below them, Jihyo’s office chair squeaks in protest as Jihyo’s grip tightens and Sana’s grinding gets sloppier. Jihyo keeps her feet planted to prevent the wheels from moving too erratically, grateful to have picked out such a large, cushy chair, if only for Sana to comfortably set her legs in.

They’re rubbing against each other so mindlessly, only able to focus on getting off. The desperation is palpable, kisses wet and bumpy, movements careless like a pair of teenagers hoping to find relief in a quickie.

Jihyo kisses Sana messily, muffling her whining, when a particularly well aimed thrust causes Sana to gasp hotly against her mouth. The sound goes straight to her cock.

“Make that noise again,” Jihyo commands, almost painfully hard. Sana continues to moan helplessly, her cum seemingly leaking through her underwear and onto Jihyo’s expensive slacks.

Never mind that her pants were dry clean only, or that her hands were beginning to cramp from her tight hold on Sana. All Jihyo could focus on was Sana’s panting, her hot core sliding over Jihyo’s length over and over, and the desperate urge to carry Sana over to their shared bedroom so she could rip her underwear off and take, take, take.

Jihyo is so close. She’s almost embarrassed at how quick and easy it is for her to cum in these circumstances, Sana grinding relentlessly over her with all these ridiculous layers on while Jihyo eggs her on, grating her back and forth over her thick length. She can feel it coming, the crackling at the base of her spine, slowly building up with each rut, a fluttering tickling her insides-

A jolt.

Jihyo opens her eyes suddenly to darkness, cock still stiff as a rock, no release in sight. Her breath is ragged, brain processing this sudden turn of events.

Next to her, Sana sleeps soundly.

Jihyo could almost cry.

Contrary to dream-Sana, real-Sana’s been up since five in the morning, having been booked for a full day of photoshoots and magazine interviews.

The younger woman stares longingly at her girlfriend, briefly considering if it would be worth it to wake her up just to find her release. As if responding for her, Sana turns over in her sleep, snoring softly as she continues her own dream.

Jihyo frowns, disappointed in herself for thinking so selfishly, even if only for a brief moment. She stares up at the ceiling, waiting for her cock to go down.

Jihyo’s turning the kettle on when Sana pops up behind her to greet her with a kiss. Unthinkingly, Jihyo flinches.

Oops.

“What’s got you so twitchy this morning?” Sana asks, looking slightly hurt. It’s not uncommon for her to be so physically affectionate, so Jihyo can understand why her behaviour may look a bit erratic.

“Nothing, you just startled me, is all.”

“Bullshit, Hyo, you’re looking at me like I’m going to murder you in cold blood at any second.”

They’ve been together long enough that Sana can read her like a book. If she tries to lie again, it’s likely Sana will end up more hurt, or it would be quick grounds to start an unnecessary fight.

Jihyo supposes there’s no point in hiding it, even if it makes her feel like some hormonal teenager who can’t control her urges. She sucks in a deep breath, ignoring the heat on her cheeks.

“… I had a sex dream about you and I last night.”

“Oh?” Sana says, eyes sparking with interest, her demeanour instantly changing, “And how was I?”

Jihyo chuckles. Leave it to Sana to recover quickly at a time like this.

“A tease, like usual. Grinding on my lap and riling me up while I was trying to work.”

Sana makes a noise of interest. “Wow, baby, it’s only been a day since we last had sex and you’re already having wet dreams? And you call me the insatiable one.”

“Wasn't a wet dream,” Jihyo mutters, “I woke up before I could finish.”

“Oh?” Sana says again, a glint in her eyes, “What did you do?”

“I thought about jerking off, but I ended up just trying to sleep it off. Not like I could just wake you up to have sex— you were pretty knocked out.”

“Oh.” Sana repeats, but she averts her gaze this time, humming a soft noise of disappointment. Jihyo immediately frowns. Clearly, she’s missing something here.

“What, did I do something wrong?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

Jihyo racks her brain for what could’ve possibly happened within the last ten seconds for her girlfriend’s mood to drop so suddenly like this. Was it her phrasing, or the tone of how she’d said it?

“Sana, please. I know how much you value your sleep. If I made you feel guilty about sleeping, please know, I really mean what I said. I can handle myself no problem, I swear.”

“No, I know.”

“Then why do I feel like you’re upset?”

“I’m not.”

“Sana.”

Sana is still looking away, but Jihyo notices she doesn’t look upset. In fact, she looks more flustered than anything.

“It’s really not that.”

“Then what is it?” Jihyo asks, watching as Sana distracts herself by grabbing a mug from the dish rack.

Instead of replying immediately, the older girl continues to busy herself with pouring a cup of coffee. Jihyo raises a brow at that. Sana rarely ever drank coffee, usually opting for some sort of over the top sugary frappe in the morning to get her caffeinated fix.

“I just,” Sana finally starts, dumping a lethal amount of marshmallows into her mug, “you could, you know. If you wanted.”

“What?”

Sana sighs, finally looking up from her coffee to bravely face Jihyo. “If you needed release while I was sleeping, you could.”

And there it is. The reason for Sana dancing around the subject, subjecting herself to drinking the coffee in their house, albeit the sweetest version she could concoct.

Clearly, she’d intended to ease Jihyo into the idea, wanting the build up to this suggestion to make the payoff worth it when the truth was revealed.

But Sana has always been direct to almost the point of impatience. It’s part of why Jihyo loves her.

“What? I’m not gonna wake you up just because I’m horny.”

“I’m not saying you have to wake me up.”

Did she hear right? Is Sana really offering what Jihyo’s thinking?

“What…?”

Sana sighs, rolling her eyes before finally meeting Jihyo’s gaze again. “You could fuck me. If you were feeling needy, I mean.”

“While you’re… asleep?” Jihyo asks, feeling dizzy with the amount of revelations her girlfriend is dropping.

“Well, yes.”

“Oh,” Jihyo says, slightly taken aback. “Sana, I don’t know,” she scratches the back of her head, “I’m not sure I could just… do that without asking.”

“If you’re worried about consent, this is me giving it to you.”

“But-“ Jihyo starts, but Sana interrupts her before she can get her thoughts fully across.

“Maybe I’m not phrasing this right. If you’re horny and I’m just laying there, right next to you, I’d much rather you use me than your own hand. Her eyes darken, and Jihyo gulps. “Or worse, willing it away.”

Jihyo’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. She has to admit, she’s never thought about what she’d do if Sana, or any of her partners for that matter, gave her free reign over their bodies like that.

“But isn’t that-“

“C’mon, Hyo. Do you honestly not find it hot to just use me for your release like that? To fuck me awake? Personally, I’ve kind of always wanted to wake up to you already drilling into me.”

How can Sana say such filthy things so early in the morning? Maybe it’s because Jihyo didn’t get to finish last night, paired with the nonchalance her girlfriend is requesting these impure acts, because it’s barely eight in the morning and Jihyo can already feel her cock stirring in her pants.

“Really? This is something you’ve- you’ve thought about?”

“Fantasized, even. I really like the thought of you using me for your own selfish pleasure like that. You know how good it makes me feel when you get rough with me.”

Jihyo is still so stunned. She can’t lie— the thought is turning her on embarrassingly quickly when Sana keeps talking like that. And maybe she shouldn’t be surprised, after all, considering Sana always loves acting out so Jihyo can react accordingly.

Sana seems to take her silence as a maybe, taking a sip of her “coffee” before brushing against the girl as she leans into Jihyo’s ear.

“I can’t think of a better way to wake up than being halfway to orgasm,” Sana whispers. “Or, better yet, to orgasm.”

Jihyo gulps.

“Something to consider, maybe? If you think about it, we’re kinda already halfway there when we fall asleep with you tucked into me like that.”

And with that, Sana gives Jihyo a quick, innocent peck on the lips paired with a sweet smile like she didn’t just say something straight out of a raunchy porno. Then she’s stepping out of the kitchen, swaying her hips in one of Jihyo’s oversized t-shirts as she heads back to her study.

Jihyo’s sporting a semi already, and groans when she remembers she’s running late for work.

Such a fucking tease.

Jihyo wakes with a start behind Sana, her cock painfully hard and still fit snug into Sana’s throbbing pussy. Her walls are squeezing so incessantly, Jihyo already feels out of breath. It feels so good.

The other girl hums in her sleep, and Jihyo registers that Sana’s cupping her own tit under her shirt. Despite having sex before falling asleep, it’s evident that Sana must be having a wet dream. She’s always been insatiable like that.

Jihyo is still shaking the haze out of her sleep-addled mind when she realizes her own hips are already shallowly rocking of their own accord. The wet squelching fills the room, and Jihyo feels powerless to the pleasure. If this is what Sana wants, then so be it. She pulls Sana even closer, so her back is pressed more firmly against Jihyo’s chest, her nipples hardening from the friction of each thrust.

“Fuck, baby,” Jihyo mutters under her breath when Sana gushes out more of their mixed cum. She lays a hand atop Sana’s, squeezing at her breast before snaking her hand down to squeeze her hip, pulling her even closer.

Jihyo lengthens her strokes now, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in softly. Kissing Sana’s shoulder, she reaches around from behind Sana to rub at her girlfriend’s clit, grunting when she feels Sana become impossibly tighter.

The bed creaks softly with every movement. Dimly, Jihyo wonders what it’ll take to wake Sana up. She’s tempted to lose all restraint and pound into her, but the position is less than ideal.

She gently readjusts Sana onto her back, carefully spreading her legs so she can comfortably settle on top of her girlfriend. She wants to be the first thing Sana sees when she wakes up. Below her, Sana continues to slumber, her eyes shifting under their lids as she continues to dream. A soft sigh escapes her mouth.

So adorable.

Jihyo feels a surge of lust crackling through her at the sight, knowing her girlfriend must be having a filthy dream, if her throbbing pussy is anything to go by. She kneads at Sana’s breast then, rubbing a thumb over her pert nipple. Feeling the goose flesh on her fingertips, Jihyo finally leans in, taking as much as she could fit into her mouth and sucking lightly.

She mouths at her tit, leaving behind a a small hickey while palming the other in her hand. Dimly, she registers she’s humping the mattress. It barely gives her any relief, but she’s desperate for any sort of friction, no matter how minor.

Then, the head of her cock brushes against Sana’s thighs, and Jihyo suddenly remembers why she repositioned them in the first place. Reaching down between them, she drags her cock through Sana’s sopping wet folds a few times, groaning at how easily it slides through.

“So good, you’re so good for me,” she pants, carelessly making even more of a mess of their cum between them. She presses closer to Sana, intending to grind even harder, but Sana is so wet Jihyo slides back into her entrance easily. The older girl shifts slightly in her sleep.

“Fuck,” Jihyo curses, raw pleasure rippling through her veins. Even though she was just inside her, Sana still feels ridiculously tight. Her cock is so snug, so perfectly fit in Sana’s cunt that Jihyo almost feels all too content to just lay there, halfway seated in her girlfriend.

Almost.

But then she finally pushes in all the way, balls deep, and suddenly, it’s not enough. Sana’s pussy is slick and so perfectly stretched around Jihyo, squeezing her like a vice. Jihyo whines quietly, drawing her hips back only to rock back in. Sana’s breasts jiggle with every movement, so Jihyo reaches down to squeeze them, enjoying the feeling of her erect nipples brushing against her palms.

So perfect.

Sana seems to only suck her in deeper the harsher Jihyo is, so the younger girl falls forward, draping her full body weight over Sana.

“Yes, baby,” Jihyo pants, now uncaring if Sana wakes up. She thrusts into her in earnest now, Sana bouncing limply under her as the bed creaks louder and louder.

Sana shifts again, arms still uselessly bracketing her own head, her brow furrowing slightly. She moans softly before she starts to return some of Jihyo’s thrusts, albeit sluggishly.

“That’s a good girl,” Jihyo whispers, when she feels Sana’s cunt grasping her even tighter, walls pulsing relentlessly.

It seems Jihyo’s timer is finally running out, for Sana is beginning to more lucidly return her thrusts. She’s waking up properly, it seems.

“Mm, Hyo?”

“Baby,” Jihyo says, lifting her head up from Sana’s shoulder to smile down at her.

“Hyo, oh my god,” Sana breathes. She’s just woken up, and her hole is already so tight, so close to orgasm.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“It’s about time,” Sana says, hooking her arms around Jihyo’s neck to pull her in for a kiss. “I thought I was dreaming.”

“You were dreaming something — squeezing my cock like that. I woke up already fucking you.”

“Yeah? I think my dream came true,“ Sana sighs, legs wrapping around Jihyo’s waist.

Jihyo’s still rutting into her as best she can despite her now limited mobility. She’s nosing at the older girl’s neck, panting as she sloppily leaves wet kisses at every expanse of her skin. Sana lays helplessly under her, tugging lightly at Jihyo’s hair while fruitlessly attempting to meet her thrusts.

“You’re so desperate for my cock Sana-yah,” Jihyo breathes, nipping at her collarbone, “So tight around me, pussy sucking me awake. Your body works for me when you’re not even awake yet.”

“Mm, fuck,” Sana tries, “All for you, Hyo.”

”So this is what you fantasize about, huh? For me to break your greedy cunt when you’re half asleep? To breed you good and well so you wake up to another load stuffed in you?”

“Please,” Sana begs, ankles attempting to pull Jihyo somehow even closer, doing her best to rock herself further onto Jihyo’s cock.

Their room is a cacophony of moans, creaking, and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. Jihyo can feel the ache in her hips; Sana’s been holding on for dear life, lower body rising up with Jihyo’s movements each time she pulls back to rail her overwhelmingly aroused girlfriend. Given their position, Jihyo’s thrusts are short, but she makes up for them in strength and tenacity.

It isn’t long before Sana is whining, grip slackening as she stiffens below Jihyo. “Ah, fuck, Hyo, I’m gonna-“ Sana starts, but is cut off by an abrupt whimper. Her cunt grasps Jihyo even tighter, her entire body seeming to pulse as she shudders beneath Jihyo.

Jihyo ceases her movements, eyes shutting as she pushes her own orgasm away with difficulty. Sana’s orgasm attempts to milk Jihyo of her cum, walls fluttering deliciously around her thick girth, but Jihyo sucks in a breath deeply, willing it away once more. She doesn’t want this to end yet.

Sana is so pretty when she cums, hair splayed out against their sheets, eyes scrunched up in pleasure. Jihyo’s heart aches at the sight; her pretty girl. Although Jihyo is accustomed to taking control in the bedroom, she wants to be good for Sana. One orgasm is hardly enough.

Sana is barely finished recovering when Jihyo regains her bearings. She readjusts, sitting up as she folds up Sana’s legs to prevent her girlfriend from locking her in again.

“Is this okay?” Jihyo asks, but she’s already pumping in and out, thighs sticky with all the cum leaking out of Sana’s hole.

“Fuck, baby, yes, please,” Sana hisses, though her body is still boneless, legs still shaking. Always a glutton for overstimulation.

Like a woman possessed, Jihyo rocks them noisily on the mattress, bending her almost in half so Sana’s ankles dangle in the air. She slams back in with a particularly hard thrust, seeming to hit Sana so good, she wails.

“Can’t believe how cock hungry you are, baby. Always begging me to stay inside, plugging our cum up in your tight little hole. No matter how many times I breed your pretty pussy, you’re always so, fuck, tight for me. Like you’re molded for my cock.”

Despite how absolutely wrecked Sana seems, she still somehow knows exactly what to say to aggravate Jihyo into her roughest state.

”Mm, fuck, ‘cause you’re mine, Hyo,” Sana pants, “My good Hyo who fucks me so good— needs to go harder, please.”

Such a tease.

Jihyo inhales deeply, provoked into fucking Sana the way she likes best then; fast and brutal, selfishly chasing her own orgasm. Sana stares up at her, eyes glassy and slack jawed. She slides further up the mattress with each push, punctuated by filthy moans as the bed creaks loudly around them.

“Hyo, God, Hyo, Hyo,” Sana gasps, hands pushing against the headboard to keep her head from hitting the hardwood.

Jihyo’s movements are getting sloppier now, Sana’s pussy relentlessly wrapping and squeezing around her girth. She leans forward to wetly kiss Sana briefly, panting heavily against the other girl’s mouth as her balls start to tighten.

“Gonna cum, baby. Gonna cum inside you.”

Sana wraps her arms around Jihyo again, nodding her confirmation. Jihyo rams her cock into Sana’s hole balls deep, stuffing her load deep into Sana’s womb, triggering another one of Sana’s orgasms.

Jihyo shudders on top of her, grunting almost animalistically as Sana’s pussy hungrily squeezes her length, attempting to milk her completely of her seed. Despite cumming herself, Sana is still thrusting up shallowly at Jihyo’s shuddering cock, greedily sucking up whatever Jihyo has to offer.

Jihyo feels Sana’s cunt overflow with their cum at her desperate movements, squelching loudly as the wetness surely spreads onto their sheets. She finally ceases her movements as her trembling slowly tapers off.

Feeling spent, Jihyo rests her body weight on Sana once more, keeping her cock tucked snugly in their mess. The sound of their ragged mingled breathing serves as white noise, their heartbeats mutually calming in tandem.

“Holy shit,” Sana breathes into Jihyo’s ear, brushing some of her girlfriend’s hair from her face.

“Was that okay?”

“Well, let’s think. I’ve been begging you to fuck me rough like that for ages, and you finally fulfilled a longtime kink of mine. What do you think?”

A soft exhale. “Just checking.”

“I’m pretty sure I squirted once or twice.”

Jihyo chuckles, “I’ll change the sheets.”

“Tomorrow, I hope? Don’t tell me you’re tired already.”

“You’re really insatiable, aren’t you?”

“We’re just getting started.”

#twice #jihyo #sana #sahyo #g!p #funny thing is i actually requested aericrys to write about this first #but then i realized i could probably wirte it myself #so shout out to her i guess for giving me the courage lol #smut #mine

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lesbiankimdahyun · 8 months

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Queen slay, very ate of you (pls update on new match pls)

this is my favorite message i've ever gotten 😭 alright, here's an update for you:

new match, pt. ii

1.2K words

CW: A/B/O dynamics, mina's in this i swear

[A!Mina x O!Reader]

[For mere hours: A!Soyeon x O!Reader | A!Jihyo x O!Reader]

You’d hooked up with other Alphas before, but not idol Alphas. Most of the time, Alphas mistook you for a fellow Alpha. You were naturally assertive and outgoing, stubborn, and had strong preferences and opinions on just about everything. When it came to Alphas, you sometimes loathed the way they interacted with you. Yes, confidence was sexy to you, but not pure feral dominance. You refused to be bossed around, even politely, in bed, which sometimes turned Alphas off, especially if they were rutting.

You went over to Soyeon’s a few days later, but your incompatibility in bed was clear as soon as the two of you were in her bedroom. Neither one of you finished, and she seemed almost relieved when you made your exit at 1:30 in the morning.

She didn’t message you again after that. You felt a little discouraged, until you matched with TWICE’s Jihyo a week later.

You met her for drinks and then she invited you back to her place. As the leader of her group and with plans for her solo album debut underway, Jihyo was at her most confident.

The more you got to know her, the faster you realized that you and Jihyo would make far better friends than lovers. She was just as ambitious as you, just as opinionated, just as competitive and stubborn as you.

You didn’t have sex, let alone kiss, but you left having made a genuine friend. She looked pensive as you left, reaching for her phone before her door even finished closing behind you.

************************************************************************

When Somi asked you how you liked the app when you walked into the studio for a practice next week, you sighed.

You made her wait until you took a coffee break before speaking openly. “I’m not very…compatible with these Alphas,” you said, choosing your words carefully in the cafe you two were in line at.

“Oh come on, you basically became Jihyo’s new best friend!” Somi said, paying for you both. “And Soyeon? More like ‘so what.’ Besides, two dates is hardly a splash in the dating pool,” she said. “You never know,” she added mysteriously, pressing an iced coffee into your hand.

“I guess,” you said, only half-convinced.

But later that night, you thought about what she said and went back on the app.

Just a few profiles in, you saw an unexpected but familiar face: TWICE’s Mina.

You always forgot Mina was an Alpha.

Mina was one of the most reserved idols you’d ever known. Well, maybe not known— more like, seen from afar. On the outside she sometimes came off as aloof, but she was an extremely hard worker from what you had seen, and undeniably pretty on top of all of her talent.

Curious, you swiped right. It was a match.

It took a few days, but Mina finally messaged you. You set up a time and place to meet, and when the night came, you found yourself uncharacteristically nervous.

You knew how to flirt with cocky Alphas. It was like a game. Stroke their ego and they’d eventually stroke you, so to speak. But Mina wasn’t like that.

Mina didn’t fit into any of the stereotypical Alpha boxes you’d come to expect. She was never overbearing or aggressive, more demure than cocky. She didn’t feel the need to try for attention, she knew she held everyone’s interest simply for being herself. She was regarded as one of the calmest, coolest, most collected Alphas by other Alphas in the industry.

The bar she chose to meet you at was an upscale Japanese bar. Just from taking in the decor while walking in, you knew you were going to burn through your dancer’s salary at a sickeningly swift pace.

As you made your way over to the small table she was at, far off in the back, you felt her eyes on you the entire time. Her gaze followed you as you sat down beside her.

When you greeted her, the Alpha’s voice was soft. The energy between the two of you at first was nervous but friendly. You thought about releasing a little of your scent to calm the environment, but decided against it, not knowing how Mina would respond. The Japanese Alpha was nearly done with her first drink, you noticed. You glanced down at her glass and she gave you an apologetic look.

“I got here early,” she said, and you started nodding, thinking about what her schedule must be like, but then she finished: “It was either come early or lose the will to come at all. I hate…dating.”

It was a startling introduction. Unable to look at you, Mina scanned the room to see if any wait staff were nearby.

There appeared to be none for a moment, and then suddenly there was your waiter on the other side of the room. You flagged him down and immediately ordered a drink, double. Without thinking, you added, “...and I think she’d like another,” gesturing to Mina’s now empty glass.

Mina blushed, looking at you with appreciative surprise. “Thank you,” she said when he left.

“Why did you come then?” you asked, wondering if you were about to have your drink alone or if Mina would stay. “If you hate…dating.”

“I–” she hesitated, clearing her throat. “Well, for one: because I know you went out with Jihyo.”

It was your turn to blush. Before you could say anything, she spoke again.

“She didn’t say anything bad. She actually told me that I might…like you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Amused, you settled into your seat, a smile spreading slowly across your lips.

“Oh? What else did she say?”

More pink rose to Mina’s cheeks. “Just that I’d probably think you were funny. And that maybe–” she cut herself off, waving a hand in the air. “Nothing, that’s all.”

You were curious, but didn’t want to pry, so you moved on to talking about other things after your drinks came. The two of you got along pretty well. It was easy to make Mina laugh, you discovered. The way she covered her mouth when she really cracked a smile was cute.

After a while you noticed Mina’s glass was getting low again, and while poring over the drink menu, you asked her questions about the kind of drinks and alcohol she liked.

A playful smile found its way to your lips.

“Can I order for you?” you asked. “I think there’s one on here you’d like”

The Alpha’s eyebrows rose in amused surprise. She nodded.

When you put in your last order for drinks, you pointed to the drink names without saying them as you ordered. You asked for an ingredient change for one of them, the one for Mina, careful to avoid saying the actual ingredient being swapped out in case Mina peeked at the one remaining drink menu left on your table.

“I want it to be a surprise,” you explained.

In the end, the sake grapefruit cocktail you ordered for her was a success.

“Oh!” she said after her first sip. “I wasn’t expecting that. It’s good.”

For the rest of the night, you swore her scent was a little stronger.

#twice imagines #twice a/b/o #a!mina #mina x fem!reader #alpha!mina #g!p twice #a!jihyo #a!soyeon

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b1mbodoll · 8 months

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i love ur works so much ㅠㅠ

could i req for some noncon/dubcon with momo? her with 10thmember!maknae!reader n just sneaking up on r while she's doin something mundane and r's jus soo confused because why is her unnie doing this to her :(?? why does it feel good???? (n then maybe after she goes to jihyo for advice because she doesnt know how to feel about the experience but jihyo just takes advantage of that n fucks her too!!)

pairings: hirai momo + park jihyo x f! reader

warnings: g!p + noncon + gaslighting + victim blaming + creampies + degradation + mommy kink + virginity ment

💌: this is wordy and idk how much sense it makes but i tried!!!!!!! enjoy

debuting with twice as their maknae means you’ve been in the industry since you were young, having to drop out of school n focus on your career as an idol. you’re so innocent n its obvious when your older members make dirty jokes n ur silent, looking like a confused puppy as the girls continue joking around.

momo is the most affected by your innocent nature, her cock hardening when she thinks about how you don’t even know what sex is n if she wanted, she could ask you to touch her cock n you’d do it bc you dont realize its inappropriate.

she’s finally had enough of you strutting around in the tightest outfits, fabric clinging to your skin n decides to have sex with you. she tells you her dick hurts so bad n she needs to fuck your tight little pussy to make the pain stop. momo grins wickedly when you cry n tell her that you’re sorry but she can’t use your pussy n ur not ready to have sex.

“quit crying, slut. ‘s not gonna make me stop.” she’s being so mean, not bothering with prepping your cunt n it’s so deliciously painful when she slides in. your sobs only grow louder when she calls you a dumb whore n tells you that no one is gonna believe you if you snitch on her. momo’s torment lasts for what feels like forever before she sends you to your room with your womb full of cum.

the next day you go to jihyo, informing your leader of what momo did to you and she laughs condescendingly, says it’s your fault that momo did those things to you bc you were teasing the older girl. jihyo’s no better than momo n she forces you down on her cock, wails of pain escaping you because she’s so much thicker and it hurts. makes you call her mommy and says that you better get used to taking dicks cus theyre never gonna stop fuckin u ><

#♡.signed. sealed. delivered.#♡.the honeypot #twice #hirai momo #park jihyo #hirai momo x reader #hirai momo smut #park jihyo x reader #park jihyo smut #twice x reader #twice smut #💌.degradation #💌.noncon #💌.manipulation #💌.mommy kink #💌.g!p

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jihyocentric · 1 month

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usually, getting to see jihyo pliantly lied down and reactive to a certain display of dominance wasn’t so easy. not because jihyo strictly wanted control or because she was against showing an intimately needy side of her to nayeon — that was nayeon, after all. it was simply more interesting, and it became their usual dynamic, for jihyo to take charge in bed.

hormonal changes could be a pain to deal with. by the end of the fourth month of her pregnancy, jihyo was well aware that she was being affected by it, only that now, with the pregnancy of their second child, jihyo didn’t feel the usual fatigue caused by the increase of certain hormone levels anymore, but her strong sex drive was making nayeon crazy.

“put it back in!”

nayeon would have found it cute, the way jihyo pouts and bucks her hips, the puffy lips of her core against her limp cock making a slick noise that could get nayeon hard again on itself, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was nearly morning and she had been fucking jihyo since late afternoon. nayeon felt dizzy, after coming inside jihyo so many times she’d lost count, and the idea of doing it again makes her tremble.

nayeon hates to see jihyo cry if it isn’t for pleasure. the crystal clear tears almost make her give up and notch the soft head of her cock back into the warmth it belonged to. she resists the temptation lying under her, keeping jihyo’s wrists pinned to the bed, just so to prevent her from doing what she’d been asking for with her own hands.

“just one more. unnie, please!” a whine comes out faintly past jihyo’s lips, followed by a whimper when the grip nayeon has on her wrists become tighter. “just this time... unnie, fill me up!”

it’s her weakness, when jihyo calls her unnie. even after all of those years together, and especially when her cock is right over or inside her dripping pussy. with jihyo asking so nicely, saying no to anything she could possibly ask for is not an option for nayeon.

so nayeon grants her wish, pulling a hand away from jihyo’s wrists while the other keeps them where they are — nayeon’s back was starting to bleed after the constant, abrupt contact with jihyo’s nails, slightly stinging from being bruised, but it was nothing that nayeon couldn’t handle. she pumps herself back to full power, wasting no time and sinking into jihyo once she wasn’t soft anymore.

nayeon can’t fathom how her body still manages to move after hours of draining sex. she lets go of jihyo’s wrists, supporting her own weight on her elbows, grunting because the bump between them prevents her from fully pressing jihyo against the bed. she’s as careful as she can be, thrown on the edge too soon, embarrassingly worked up from being repeatedly called unnie, losing her senses as jihyo clenches tightly around her.

none of them last long. jihyo comes first, gushing around nayeon while trying not to scream, and the built up pressure in nayeon’s stomach dissolves right next, caving in to jihyo’s wish and filling her up. nayeon nearly passes out, her body shaking as she pulls out and moves away, falling weakly on the bed next to jihyo and closing her eyes in exhaustion.

“i’m sorry.” jihyo mutters after a while.

it takes her a few seconds to recover from her last orgasm, jihyo can barely move, but she lies on her side to face nayeon, feeling guilty for keeping her up to deal with her hormonal matter.

“babygirl,” nayeon babbles. her eyes open and she releases a whimper as she inches closer to jihyo, leaving a loving kiss at the tip of her nose. “you almost killed me. such a feral little kitten.”

“stop talking to me like that.” jihyo whines, cheeks pink. they’re silent for a moment, until jihyo brings a hand to nayeon’s arms, a frown on her face, the regret hitting her immediately. “i hurt you.”

nayeon shakes her head. “’s nothin’, hyo. all good. i like it when you get needy, and it doesn’t hurt.”

“but this looks painful,” jihyo squeezes nayeon’s arm, hearing a soft whimper from nayeon. “i’ll take care of this when we wake up.” she promises.

“you have to reapply it after three hours, nayeon.” jihyo says, concentrated on spreading the ointment on nayeon’s arm. she had already applied it on her back, a thin layer, because that was all nayeon could have if she didn’t want her shirt to glue on her back.

jihyo pulls away then, looking at nayeon, who’s rubbing her covered tummy lovingly, eyes shining with love as she enjoys her last moments with them before she has to go to work.

“were you listening to me?” jihyo asks, a soft smile on her lips.

“uh-huh. not sure if i can reapply it on my back though.” nayeon answers, whining when jihyo goes for the right arm, despite not feeling any real pain. it was only an instinctive response to being taken care of the same way jisoo would when she got bruises.

“unless seulgi is there, you won’t.” jihyo says, sharp eyes making contact with nayeon for a brief second.

“so jealous.” nayeon coos, amused.

“i’m not jealous.” jihyo retorts. nayeon teases her again, but jihyo’s attention is back on nayeon’s arms.

this time, the ointment is resting on the table and jihyo wasn’t focusing on the bruises she’d mercilessly left on nayeon, but on her soft muscles that, unfortunately for jihyo, were quite apparent even covered by nayeon’s shirt.

“you got squishy, nayeonie.” jihyo mutters.

nayeon gasps. “squi- i’m not squishy!”

jihyo squeezes her arms, curiously palming nayeon, playing with the flesh with fondness. “definitely squishy. so soft. can't even feel the muscles.”

a tiny voice screams for ‘mommy!’ and jihyo has to leave then. nayeon remains with her mouth open and out of words as jihyo tends to jisoo.

what jihyo says in the morning lingers in nayeon’s mind throughout the day.

nayeon had stopped going to the gym regularly after she found out jihyo was pregnant — she had to be close to jihyo all the time, and work was the only excuse jihyo had to keep some distance from nayeon.

(it’s not that any of them wanted distance to begin with, but nayeon could be too much, too possessive, too obsessed with the idea of protecting her most beloved ones that she became a hassle.)

but nayeon wasn’t squishy. at all. jihyo was certainly just trying to tease her, of course that was the case…

“’m not that squishy.” nayeon mumbles to herself, quietly whining from time to time while trying to get work done.

“enough.” a coworker, yeri, lets out a sigh. “can you stop rambling? some people are trying to work.”

“kim yerim,” nayeon gets up from her chair swiftly, the sound making another coworker flinch, loud enough for them to hear from relatively far. “first of all, we’re on a break. you don’t get to silence me this time. give me your opinion on something.”

“you have…” yeri looks at the watch on her wrist. “two minutes.”

nayeon looks around, finding empty seats at the firm, with the exception of one coworker. they didn’t seem to mind her conversation with yeri, so nayeon proceeds to flex her biceps, smiling proudly when she sees a faint line that indicated she still had some muscular mass on her arms, but nayeon couldn’t decide if she was squishier or if jihyo was only trying to mess with her.

“what do you think?” nayeon asks, a convinced smile on her face.

“about what?” yeri blinks, emotionless. nayeon clicks her tongue, bitter when she realizes yeri was, by far, the worst person she could be asking to analyze her muscles, but every opinion mattered. as long as they rubbed her ego, of course.

“these babies. big, aren’t they?” nayeon pushes yeri into agreeing, walking closer to her. “wanna see them closer? jus’ don’t touch them ‘cause my wife…”

“ew, no!” yeri squeals. the coworker behind them clears their throat, clearly annoyed with their antics, which was nothing different from their usual routine at work. “they’re not big, though. that friend of yours, momo, was that her name? she was… something. something you’re not, im. am i allowed to go back to work?”

“hey! she’s married. and why are you so cold?!” nayeon whines, sitting back on her chair. “so mean to me.”

yeri glues her eyes to the monitor on her table once again. “only when you keep talking to yourself for hours when i’m trying to work.”

nayeon huffs but remains silent — even she, herself, sometimes wanted to keep quiet. there was nothing she could do, however, to fight the need to express herself through her voice when she wanted to. the only problem was that nayeon wanted that perhaps too often.

“i didn’t think you were coming today.”

momo shows nayeon a smile that deeply irritates her. it’s as if momo is mocking her, trying to get under her skin and managing to do it. nayeon wasn’t there to discuss her frequency at the gym, so she doesn’t reply momo’s snarky comment, but she stops in front of her while momo is going through her set, working on her triceps.

“do you think i lost my arm muscles?” nayeon blatantly lets out. instead of starting her set, she watches momo and drinks water — well, at least she was at the gym. it didn’t matter if she was going to exercise or not. being in such an environment was already enough.

momo agrees with a humming sound. “even jihyo has more than you.”

“of course she does not!” nayeon whines. “maybe in the past, i’ll admit i wasn’t that active. but she called me squishy today. squishy! it’s not like i totally stopped coming. and even if i did, i still do other stuff to keep these babies,” nayeon almost loses her breath while rambling. “like… like lifting jisoo. she got heavier. and… well- there’s also bbuyo! that cat is chunky. i’m the one who handles the groceries too, and…”

nayeon was truly affected by the idea of losing her beloved muscles.

she’d worked hard for them — really hard, because nayeon wasn’t the biggest fan of the gym before, but she liked how her muscles looked and how jihyo would constantly ogle them, and so she started enjoying the place. going there meant she got to spend time with momo and keep her babies safely growing under her skin.

“mrs. squishy, i would like to exercise in silence.” momo replied. at least nobody was judging nayeon for being loud, unlike it was at the firm. that was because most people had their headphones with them, or else they would be giving nayeon cold stares.

the way momo refers to nayeon her gets her off guard. “what did you just call me?”

“if you want your muscles back, you should start exercising instead of whining and looking at me,” momo dismisses her question. “have you stretched already?”

nayeon huffs. “yeah, but i won’t forget what you just-”

“good. here, take this.” momo steps away from the cable machine, handing nayeon the attachment for triceps. “this will do. you’ll see them back in a week.”

nayeon pouts, trying to execute the set, but momo hadn’t changed the weight on the machine. “too heavy.”

momo wants to tease nayeon again, because that had been light for her and nayeon was already asking for lighter. she doesn’t, because then nayeon wouldn’t stop sulking and, most importantly, talking about how she wasn’t squishy. momo wanted peace and quiet if she was spending an hour with im nayeon.

“are you sure you want to sleep now, baby? it’s too early,” jihyo says softly, brushing jisoo’s scalp calmly. “we can read a book together.”

jihyo knows jisoo would hardly agree on staying up any longer. jisoo had already done her homework, eaten dinner and taken a shower, so she was allowed to rest now. surprisingly, she had even refused to watch cartoons, and jihyo rarely allowed her to watch those before bed, but jisoo had had a long day, a day certainly longer than jihyo’s from the way jisoo described it to her.

jisoo answers jihyo with a noisy whine. words become too complicated when she’d been actively using them all day, so jisoo closes her eyes and jihyo understands that her answer is a no. she’d much rather stay on her mommy’s lap and fall asleep in complete silence.

jihyo knows that she shouldn’t let jisoo fully rest on her lap, over her belly, and she doesn’t know how that can be comfortable for jisoo given the fact that her tummy was more evident now, but she allows the baby to stay there. the still-growing baby could handle it inside her tummy. that lap was still exclusive to jisoo, and jihyo would let her have it until her belly was too big.

until jisoo’s breathing becomes fainter, jihyo keeps caressing her head and her back, resisting the urge to stay there with her baby because jisoo would eventually wake up if she stayed. the bed was too small and jisoo moved a lot while sleeping.

bbuyo stays there when jihyo places jisoo on the bed and covers her with a warm blanket. he’s busy playing with his fish toy, but attentive to anything that could cause the house’s baby any harm during her sleep, like a full time babysitter.

just as jihyo is making sure that the lamp isn’t too bright, she hears the sound of footsteps getting closer.

“hey,” nayeon whispers. “sleeping?”

jihyo nods. “played too hard today. her teacher said she’s becoming more energetic. not as shy anymore.”

“then i’ll just give her a kiss. this soon-to-be social butterfly needs to rest.” nayeon coos.

nayeon does her best not to make any harsh sounds, but bbuyo looks annoyed to see her. the couple shouldn’t be there, as it was jisoo’s time to sleep, and it didn’t matter if they were her parents. he even stops chewing his toy when nayeon gets close enough to kneel next to the bed, quietly meowing when nayeon presses her lips to the baby’s forehead.

“’m sorry, kitty. i’ll go away now.” nayeon pats his head a couple times after pulling away.

the first thing jihyo notices when they leave the room is that nayeon is sweating. she’s flushed and wearing tight gym clothes, and jihyo wants to curse when she’s instantly aroused by what she sees. the hormones. jihyo hated them.

“im nayeon!” jihyo whines suddenly and crosses her arms, apparently mad at nayeon. she leaves nayeon standing alone, heading to their room quickly, acting quick before she attacked nayeon the same way she had done the night before.

“i’m wrong!” nayeon accepts defeat, walking fast to match jihyo’s pace. “but what did i do?”

“me. and now i’m pregnant. and these hormones…” jihyo storms into their room. “it’s embarrassing. i feel like a teenager again.”

“oh, you’re horny.” nayeon grins. jihyo sits on their bed and looks at nayeon sharply before burying her face in her hands. “well, i should be mad at you. hirai momo called me mrs. squishy because of you.”

“what?” jihyo laughs. the heat pooling at her stomach is no longer there, dissipating as she laughed.

“since you think i’m…” she avoids using the word ‘squishy’. “no longer muscly, i went to the gym with her.” nayeon crosses her arms, attempting to look angry. “turns out these are still as hard as a rock.” she flexes her now sore arms, showing jihyo that she was wrong.

“you took that to the heart, didn’t you?” jihyo taunts. she taps the empty place next to her, inviting nayeon to the bed despite her being sweaty. she was always sexier like that anyway, and jihyo wouldn’t mind to change the sheets. “sit here.”

“i know you regret and all, so no need to apologize…” nayeon sits on the bed, clueless about jihyo’s prying eyes on her. “but if you really care about me, you’ll have to deal with her if she calls me that again!”

jihyo nods, amused but pretending to take what nayeon says seriously. “i will. she won’t mess with you, i promise.”

the topic seems to die there as jihyo moves to nayeon’s lap. nayeon smiles, holding jihyo lovingly despite spending the day worried about her muscles because of her, but none of that mattered anymore.

“hi.” nayeon greets her.

“hi.” jihyo replies, excessively sultry, big eyes scanning nayeon as if she was a hungry predator who was about to catch a prey. “i’m so wet for you.”

“of course you are,” nayeon teases.

“you don’t understand… i’m wet all the time. because of you. this is your fault, im nayeon,” jihyo whispers, nose brushing against nayeon’s. “knocked me up and now i have to deal with all of this.”

“i’ll do anything to fix what i’ve done.” nayeon replies, honest and hard in her pants, despite worrying about her night of sleep. her body would be ready for jihyo as long as jihyo wanted her, and that was what scared nayeon. “but… we’ll sleep tonight, right?”

“maybe.” jihyo kisses her then, pushing nayeon backwards so that her back was against the bed. “by the way, you’re not all squishy. these are hard,” jihyo squeezes her arms. “but you’re huggable. that’s what i meant. you’re arms are soft when they hug me, not when you’re lifting weights.”

nayeon groans. “you totally did that to tease me!”

jihyo laughs. “i totally did that to tease you.”

#nayeon #momo #jihyo #nahyo #domestic!nahyo #g!p #non rq #i promise i'll write something else this weekend before you get tired of domestic nahyo </3

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