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lumi your such a good writer it's insane 😭😭 I keep in rereading your most recent Mohyo fic out of awe I love it sm❗❗

aw thank you! i'm constantly trying to be a better writer, so hearing this lets me know i'm doing something right! ty for reading 🩷

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jihyo with kids is my weakness, she's always so happy around them 😖 the pic made me think about housewife jihyo (our girl failure of a mom) at first but she looks too cute to be her...

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OMG JEONGSA 2WICE DATE THEY ARE SO CUTE IN THIS ONE🥹

also jeong cooked for stuff too, she is such an angel😭

more like jeongsahyo date... haven't watched it but i've seen jihyo being mentioned twice 😭

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It's for elle Korea x prada

Look at her she's so pretty 😩

Unfortunately my arlecchino has fox ears but she'll come home I have faith (I need to farm more wishes tho :') ✊

Btw I'm fucked

I thought I was safe since I didn't want anyone from hsr 2.2 but 2.3 has 3 characters I want 😭

Phase 1 Firefly + Phase 2 Jade

And rerun Huohuo who I REALLY want

Also I bought Acheron and BlackSwan Keychains so I can put them together forever 🤭

sana looks like she has an electro vision 🫣 but hey! losing your 50/50 to tighnari is not really losing! i'm kind of in the same situation with genshin because i was going to pull for arlecchino's weapon and her c1 and i have enough wishes to get those but then clorinde's drip marketing happened, and sigewinne's 🥲

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for the anon who asked about camgirl jihyo a while ago. i didn’t forget about you! :)

might be a little different but it’s supposed to be a sequel to this

it wasn’t a problem, truly, that jeongyeon had become aware of her work as a camgirl.

jeongyeon had been sweet about it, told her it wasn’t a problem for her, because she understood jihyo’s decision to work with, well, that, blushing furiously in deep red then, when jihyo had offered her a ‘reward’ for being an understanding girlfriend.

jihyo hadn’t teased her about watching her streams, but she invited jeongyeon to watch them personally.

jeongyeon didn’t have to appear, or talk, of course, becoming but an idle object resting on a chair behind jihyo’s webcam as she watched her princess, her sweet jihyo, say and do things jeongyeon never thought she would. things that, before jeongyeon found out that her girlfriend was a camgirl, were all in her most corrupted dreams only.

“you’re so quiet,” jihyo laughs softly against her neck. “what are you thinking about?” she teases, feeling jeongyeon’s hard on poking her tummy.

jihyo had just finished streaming, and instead of taking a shower to get rid of the cum between her thighs and the sweat still coating her body, she had asked for cuddles, as if jeongyeon was in charge of giving her some sort of aftercare. jihyo had hidden intentions, of course, but jeongyeon was far too clueless to notice them. jeongyeon also didn’t seem to mind having jihyo on top of her, even when she was in such conditions.

what bothered jeongyeon to the point she had to stay quiet wasn’t the fact that jihyo had gotten naked and came again and again for multiple strangers. that was to be expected, really, because jeongyeon wasn’t the possessive type of girlfriend.

the never-ending erection she had in her boxers was the true cause of the problem, but the thought of asking jihyo to get rid of it was far too embarrassing, even if jihyo was the one to blame. so jeongyeon remained in silence, letting jihyo find out what was wrong on her own.

“not answering?” jihyo asks, bumping her nose into jeongyeon’s neck. “mmm, i think i have an idea,” jihyo warbles, moving her face away from jeongyeon’s neck. she sits up, moving her hips slowly so that jeongyeon felt her pussy against her cock, making jeongyeon have to hold jihyo’s waist for her to stop. “you could’ve touched yourself, you know?”

“i know.” jeongyeon mutters, a word finally coming out of her mouth after jihyo’s little show.

“it’s just better when i do it, isn’t it?” jihyo coos. instead of reaching for jeongyeon’s cock right away, she pulls her shorts down, exposing her cock fully before taking a grasp of it, hand barely closing around its width.

they had come far since jihyo first touched her. jeongyeon was now comfortable with having jihyo jerking her off, even with having her mouth there. when jihyo starts to lower herself, no longer sitting on her lap, jeongyeon tries not to show how eager she was for what was to come.

“you always get so hard after watching me, jeongie,” jihyo says, moving her hand up and down jeongyeon’s length.

she’s both teasing jeongyeon and telling her the truth. jeongyeon did get more excited when she was with the camgirl jihyo, forgetting about wanting to make their first time special, sometimes letting things get carried away — but she’d always stop before actually going too far. with her girlfriend jihyo, sometimes jeongyeon wouldn’t even let her suck her off, becoming more of a conservative with her girlfriend, the one that was the sweet, pure (to a certain extent) girl she fell for.

jihyo locks her eyes with jeongyeon’s, tongue against the base of her cock. she drags it all the way to the tip, slowly, mouth closing around it before she pulls away with a loud ‘pop’. jihyo hardly thinks about what she’s saying, too focused getting jeongyeon off with her hands and tongue, when she implies something that makes jeongyeon moan for the first time that evening.

“…sometimes, i feel like you want the camgirl to take over instead.”

jeongyeon pulls away without thinking, almost sitting back, elbows against the bed as she looks at jihyo with her face all red. “t-that’s not true!”

jeongyeon doesn’t make her stop, but jihyo stops moving her hand the moment she senses the lie behind jeongyeon’s words. what was meant to be only a part of the teasing to work jeongyeon up, ends up being the truth. jihyo is the one who sits then, on her knees, hands on jeongyeon’s thighs, amazed with the piece of information she had just stolen from jeongyeon.

“oh,” she mumbles, eyes shining with the realization that her shy, conservative girlfriend could be kinky. “you do.”

jeongyeon can’t stand to look at her in the eye. the ribbon on jihyo’s panties, right on a side of her hips, seems suddenly quite interesting to look at. “i d-don’t!”

“you do,” jihyo repeats, “and i bet that thirty minutes back you wanted to have your cock inside me instead of watching me fuck myself with my toys.”

jeongyeon groans and her head falls back against the pillow, cock aching even more when jihyo’s voice became softer, sultrier, as if she was talking to her audience. “stop that, hyo!”

jihyo looks down, watching jeongyeon’s cock twitch, knowing she was enjoying it. her hand finds the length again, getting wetter with an idea that pops into her head.

“jeong, i know you want our first time to be special,” jihyo sighs, almost pouting as she looks at jeongyeon’s perfect cock, craving it inside of her. “and it will be when we get to it, but if you’re inside me, not in my pussy, it doesn’t really count as a first time.”

jeongyeon trembles as jihyo squeezes her cock, doing it mindlessly as she spoke. jeongyeon doesn’t know how she hadn’t exploded on her hand yet, but perhaps having jihyo frequently jerking her off really made her used to lasting longer after all. “what do you mean?”

jihyo mashes her lips together, wondering how to tell jeongyeon what she wanted without making her refuse to do it right away. or scare her. or embarrass her to a point she’d just leave the room — like she had done a few times. jeongyeon wasn’t easy. that, jihyo knew. and despite coming a good amount of times for her viewers, jihyo still wanted the real thing, jeongyeon’s cock inside of her, no matter where it would be.

“you could be somewhere else.” jihyo straddles her again, avoiding to use the word she should use in order to convince jeongyeon to fuck something other than her mouth, putting aside the idea of sucking jeongyeon off and aiming for something better. “like here,” jihyo lets go of her cock, taking jeongyeon’s hand instead.

jihyo guides jeongyeon’s hand under her panties, not to her pussy but to her ass, making jeongyeon feel the plug still nestled inside her. she hadn’t played much with it during her stream, wearing it more like an accessory, and it seems like jeongyeon only notices she was wearing that the moment she feels the material on her hand.

impulsively, and out of curiosity, jeongyeon really touches it, trying to figure out what the toy did and why jihyo was wearing it, but it was nothing special and all jeongyeon did was push it deeper, making jihyo moan and close her eyes.

“w-wait,” jeongyeon pulls her hand away. “you want me to…”

“yes!” jihyo answers, voice thin and desperate. “i want you inside,” jihyo pouts. “’nd it’s not like we’d be havin’ our first time ‘cause you won’t fuck my pussy. it doesn’t count! it’s just like me having you in my mouth! basically the same thing!”

the camgirl was no longer there, jeongyeon notices. because she wouldn’t be nearly begging for cock, but her jihyo would. and did, often, despite mostly being in control. if jeongyeon was weak to the camgirl, she was even weaker to her cute girlfriend that was closer to crying the longer she didn’t utter a word, still deciding whether it counted or not.

jeongyeon guessed jihyo was right — if she had fucked jihyo’s mouth already, and her ass wouldn’t count either. it wouldn’t be the real deal. she could still save her first time for a special moment.

“won’t it hurt you?” jeongyeon asks, genuinely concerned.

“i’ll be hurt if you don’t get inside me now!” jihyo answers, rushing to take jeongyeon’s lips in a kiss to prevent her from asking more questions.

jihyo is quick, taking her panties off while keeping jeongyeon entertained with the kiss, moaning against her lips as she slowly slides the plug off, throwing it on the bed. in order to put it inside, she had coated it with lube, so there was no need for further preparation.

jeongyeon moans and breaks the kiss the moment she feels jihyo’s pussy against her cock, a result of jihyo taking her panties off, but jihyo is quick to guide it somewhere else, reassuring jeongyeon that they wouldn’t do it before it was the right occasion.

“tell me to stop if it’s too overwhelming.” jihyo warns, aching to have jeongyeon filling her up, but she didn’t want her to blow her load as soon as she was inside.

jeongyeon can do nothing but watch as jihyo guides the tip in, hands caressing jihyo’s thighs softly, ready to make her stop if jihyo hurt herself in the process. jihyo had been slightly stretched by the plug, but jeongyeon was thick, way thicker than her toy, making jihyo whimper and moan softly while lowering herself on her cock, but it was certainly manageable.

jeongyeon considers telling jihyo to stop — it does become overwhelming, but it’s bearable. jihyo was tight, and if her throat was already a tight enough space to make jeongyeon susceptible to early releases, sometimes spilling down her throat unannounced due to the overstimulation, being in her ass was close to torture.

“god, you’re big,” jihyo both complains and praises her, dripping wet from having jeongyeon filling her.

jihyo doesn’t give jeongyeon enough time before she starts moving her hips, riding her hard, hands on jeongyeon’s stomach as she all but fucks herself on jeongyeon’s cock. and jeongyeon can’t hardly do anything, she can’t even bring herself to look at the place where they were linked, finding jihyo’s face and the rest of her body already filthy enough to look at, barely managing to not blow her load.

“hyo, i think… i think you need to go s-slower!” jeongyeon whines out desperately, but her polite request only serves to make jihyo ride her more eagerly. “f-fuck!”

“c’mon, y-you can take this,” jihyo manages to say, slightly out of air, getting close to the edge quicker than she’d like, but it was only a result of playing with herself beforehand. “just hold it a little longer.”

jihyo still has her bra on. that, at least, wouldn’t be a problem- that’s if jihyo didn’t start taking it off right when jeongyeon noticed she still had it on her. jeongyeon grabs jihyo’s waist instead of her thighs, eyes fixated on the way her tits, cock pulsing harder the more jihyo sank down on it, feeling as if she could explode at any moment.

jihyo was mean — the both of them. her girlfriend, and the camgirl. the distinction had to be made, as jeongyeon feared she wouldn’t be able to take both at once, but when jihyo starts touching herself again, doing the exact same thing she’d been doing while streaming for an audience, jeongyeon realizes it was foolish to try and separate what was inherently just her jihyo.

and her jihyo was temptation itself, making it hard for jeongyeon to not want to take. it surprises the both of them when jeongyeon flips them on the bed. jihyo was under her then, breathless, flushed, with her fingers coated with her own wetness, glistening visibly for jeongyeon to see as she takes jihyo’s wrists and keeps them above her head.

jeongyeon has an idea of what she is doing — it would be the same as fucking jihyo’s hand, she thinks, moving her hips to set a pace as hard as jihyo had, reaching even deeper in that position. the squeaking of the bed becomes more pronounced, and so does their heavy breathing and the filthy moaning from jihyo’s part. jeongyeon tried not to let those out, still shy of her own voice, but some escaped past her lips against her will.

“jeong, ‘m so close, j-just… can you…” jihyo attempts to form a sentence. jeongyeon understands, even with the lack of words.

jeongyeon lets go of jihyo’s wrists. “y-yeah.”

circling jihyo’s clit with her own thumb, jeongyeon watches as jihyo’s back arches, eyes rolling with the combined pleasure she was receiving. jeongyeon hadn’t watched many people coming aside from jihyo, and perhaps only jihyo really counted at that, but her girlfriend was the prettiest when she came.

jeongyeon stops and watches her, really admires her as she moans softly and comes undone. this time, for her only. and jihyo looks beautiful with her face red, showing a kind of vulnerability she wouldn’t show to her viewers, and that was because she was jeongyeon’s. and it was different when she was with her.

pleasure swells over jeongyeon, and, before she thinks about pulling out, she’s already releasing her load into jihyo, burying herself the deepest she can in a sort of animalistic way of marking her territory. jihyo whimpers at the feeling, being stretched to her limit with jeongyeon’s length, filled to the brim.

the moment they take to recover from their intense releases is shared quietly, with jeongyeon’s head buried in jihyo’s neck, and jihyo caressing her scalp softly.

“what was that, huh?” jihyo breaks the silence. “you got so confident. i liked that.”

“don’t know… i just did it,” jeongyeon says, voice muffled by jihyo’s neck.

“then do it more often.” jihyo kisses her temple. “if you want to, that is. i don’t mind.”

silence makes its presence again, and once again jihyo breaks it — that time, she had intentions to convince jeongyeon to give her a shower. nothing that a big pout and some whining wouldn’t solve.

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i just saw another post with boxer jeong and i can’t stop thinking about her with sweet femme gf mina/sana, who is actually a top in their relationship, but media and society thinks otherwise😭

not a fan of jeongmi but i like the jeongsa! would be a nice au

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Purple contacts

She's insane

oh where is this from? ///btw bestie since you're here, arlecchino came home!!! (after keqing decided to pay me a visit)

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lumi by curiosity did I send an ask having to do with immortals?? I was sending an ask for ghost's new fic but then when I pressed sent, it said "ask was sent" and It directed me to your page

So I'm not sure if I sent it to ghost or not

yeah you sent it to me instead 😭 @ghostheadlock come get your anon

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https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMMVUt5jN/ this instantly reminded me about nahyo and now i might brainrot about bossy nayeon

jihyo might be a leader but she's still the middle child and her nayeon unnie's baby :( this is very them!! now bossy nayeon... very sexy. i've been wanting to write more of this nayeon actually, i miss writing service top jihyo with a dommier bottom nayeon. i need to go back to my roots!

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lumi‼️ when is jeonghyo coming out😋😋😋 also i imagine buff jihyo with her iconic backwards cap and multiple piercings including a septum and a lip ring then jeongyeon who always wears hoodies and looks so huggable

honestly, i don't know when anon. i don't even know if i'll be able to post mohyo this weekend because i have a lot of uni stuff to do.... a lot. i'm the number 1 femme jihyo enthusiast though so idk what to say about the rest of the ask 😭 but make this jihyo nayeon's short futch girlfriend and i'll accept her

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oh

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMM4xwArH/

the narrative... hot girl jihyo... 10/10. i have to point out that there's a clip in this edit where nayeon was looking at jihyo, not jeongyeon... she even went to her after jihyo finished doing whatever with jeongyeon on stage. 2yeonators have been trying to gaslight us 😤

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didn't watch jihyo's 2wice date but jihyo saying she grew taller and that her height now is 1.62 cm is a lie, she's still 1.60. 1.55 in my jihyoverse!

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Nayeon is such a loser simp in domestic!nahyo…

I love her 🥲💟

she's the personification of this emoji 🫡 when jihyo says literally anything

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Omgggg, a fellow top!sana in misana enjoyer 👋👋👋 I agree that misana are the two biggest tops in twice but they differ in the way that sana has more top energy while mina has more domme in her. And these tendencies also vary depending on which twice member they're opposing, which makes misana really stands out to me! Personally, I see sana as something like a service top. Mina is her baby both irl and in au, so she'll get anything she wants!

mina does have the biggest dom energy 😌 i guess it will really just depend on who she's being paired with to know whether she'll top or not, like you said. if it's sana, momo and jeongyeon i totally see her bottoming while being 100% in control. it's the same way i see jihyo with momo and the maknaes! i see service top sana kinda like the regular nayeon i write so i love her too 🩷 pup sana energy

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https://twitter.com/kpopsapphic/status/1779751510294827228?s=19

Excuse me ma'am is this seat taken?

hi, sana specialist here! it is taken actually

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been brainrotting abt this and it’s bad for me i’m so sorry

same universe of this

sana’s secretary has no time to register that sana's wife was in the building before jihyo storms into sana’s office.

the sound of jihyo’s heels thumping on the ground makes the employee stand up behind her desk instantly, having muscle memory from the many times jihyo has been there.

“good evening, mrs…” her words die down. sana’s employee doesn’t have to finish her sentence. jihyo ignores her, going straight for what she wanted. “minatozaki.”

for sana, it’s all a thrilling game.

she’d been waiting for that. not for long, because jihyo was predictable enough. after a short business trip, she should’ve been at home, resting for the next day at that hour, but there was no fun in that, jihyo had to go to her.

sana takes off her glasses the moment her wife bursts into her office, pretending to be confused, flinching at the loud sound of the door slamming shut just to make jihyo believe she wasn’t expecting each and every single one of her anger outbursts.

“what is this?” jihyo storms, bringing her phone close to sana’s clueless face, and only then sana can see what she was wearing.

it was curious, really, how jihyo would always pick clothes that showed off her assets when she was the angriest.

she did that for a reason — for sana to know how exceptional she was, how no one could ever be better than her, how lucky sana would be to still have her if she managed to redeem herself.

jihyo stands there, with a dress that shouldn’t be as expensive as sana knew it was, because it barely did its job to cover her wife’s skin, and high heels that made her expressively taller, intimidating to a certain degree.

sana wears her glasses again.

she takes entire five seconds to look at the screen of jihyo’s phone, making jihyo tighten her fist around the phone, almost throwing it on sana, but she wanted to ruin sana’s face with something else, divided between her nails or her palm — sana was a fan of both.

“it’s a picture, darling,” sana replies, crossing her legs on her chair, leaving the glasses at the table. “and i look great.”

“why was that woman there?” jihyo crashes her phone into sana’s desk, not worrying if the screen was going to end up cracked.

jihyo supports herself on her hands, a knee holding her weight while the other is slightly curved, bending just slightly for sana to see her cleavage.

“miss cho was there to represent her father,” sana explains calmly, pants starting to get tighter at the thought of bending jihyo over that table.

with the way jihyo stood, sana wouldn’t have to do much.

a slight push at the small of her back would be enough to put jihyo’s face down, ass up for sana, and the mere thought of doing that while jihyo was angry makes sana throb, eyes glued on the volume of jihyo’s tits trying to come out of her dress.

“i’m not asking why she was at the event,” jihyo hisses, face red with evident rage. the feeling was so genuine that jihyo almost growls, holding herself back from jumping on sana. “i’m asking why that whore was all over you.”

“miyeon isn’t-” sana starts.

“if you defend her, minatozaki sana…” jihyo pulls back, walking around sana’s desk slowly, turning sana’s chair to the side, hands gripping the arms of it. “you were hugging that slut. kissing her. i saw it, sana.”

“i hug a lot of people,” sana stands, not wanting to let jihyo think she was intimidated.

jihyo looks up. the heels had done a decent job at giving her height, but sana was still taller. it doesn’t make jihyo back down, the anger making her hot under the coat.

“you kissed her.” jihyo accuses.

“on the cheek, of course. we were posing for a picture,” sana crosses her arms. “besides, i missed her. she’s a f-”

“you missed her?” jihyo chuckles, pushing sana with her hands on her chest, suddenly strong enough to make sana sit down on her chair again. “and then what? did you talk to her all night? kissed her some more? was a day enough to fucking catch up with her?”

“we did catch up.” sana smiles and jihyo fumes. “after the event was over, i found out that she was staying in the same hotel i was. isn’t it crazy?! i didn’t even know she was going to the event, and…”

it’s hot, heavy and it stings — the feeling of jihyo’s hand against sana’s cheek. sana seemed prepared, her face still in place after receiving the slap, already used to that kind of reaction from jihyo. that was the very thing that made her fall for her.

sana is guilty of doing everything possible to make jihyo angry just for that, wanting her to let it all out in different ways. some of them were more pleasurable than the others, but sana was fond of the sensation of jihyo’s hand against her face.

jihyo grabs her phone after that, giving sana a killer look that makes her pulse inside her pants, but before jihyo could leave, sana holds her wrist.

“wait.” sana calls, making jihyo turn around, ready to slap her again if she said the wrong thing. “i still want to fuck you.”

jihyo tries, unsuccessfully, to land her hand on sana’s cheek, huffing as she tried to pull away from sana.

“i'm not some kind of mistress you can fuck whenever you want,” jihyo snaps, falling into sana’s trap easily, the anger taking the best of her.

sana smiles. “are you not?”

“i'm your wife!” jihyo ends up being pulled even closer to sana as she tried to escape. “and i'm very, very angry at you, sana.”

“come on,” sana laughs quietly. “if you didn’t want to open your legs for me, you wouldn’t be wearing this.”

sana looks down jihyo’s body, wondering how many people had looked at her today for a brief moment, stopping when she realized she’d turn insane with jealousy if she tried to estimate a number.

“i always dress like this.”

“you don’t always dress like a whore. you only do this when you want my cock inside you,” one of sana’s hands takes a firm hold of jihyo’s waist, the other gripping jihyo’s hair, making her shiver at the slight tug at the root of her hair.

“i always dress like this,” jihyo raises an eyebrow, as if proving both hers and sana’s point.

sana can’t help the laugh that comes out of her mouth. after all the years they’ve been together, jihyo still manages to surprise her.

“did you fuck her? after the event, did you take her to your room and fucked her?” jihyo asks, reminding the reason she was there the moment she feels sana’s hard on poking her belly.

“do you really want to know?” sana asks, with a glint in her eyes that tells jihyo everything she needed to know.

sana’s knees falter the moment jihyo’s lips collide with hers. she’d been waiting for another slap across her face, and only then she would bend jihyo over that desk and have her way with her, but her effort was not needed.

jihyo kisses her hard, biting sana’s lip amidst the kiss, aiming to draw blood from it. she pushes sana as if she wanted to break apart yet she follows her, only stopping once sana’s back was against a wall.

“feisty,” sana says, voice hoarse from the kiss, lips swollen from the kiss and the constant tugging of jihyo’s teeth.

jihyo shushes her with another hot kiss, making a quick work of sana’s pants, and before she could touch the leaking shaft sana flips them, jihyo’s back hitting abruptly against the wall.

sana lifts her as if it’s nothing and jihyo moans into the kiss, whimpering when she feels a pressure against her entrance, sana’s tip probing at her soaked core.

“so you were waiting to get fucked,” sana laughs at the lack of underwear, keeping jihyo held securely with an arm, using her hand to guide her cock inside. “how nasty of you, mrs. minatozaki.”

jihyo hardly cares about the teasing, nails sinking into sana’s shoulders the moment the head pops in.

sana takes off, reaching deep with a single thrust, setting a hard pace that makes jihyo grip the wall behind her, tits almost slipping out of the dress with how sharp sana’s thrusts were.

sana eventually yanks it down, the dress staying around jihyo’s waist, leaving her chest bare for sana to play with.

she laughs lightly against jihyo’s neck when she’s sure that the sounds jihyo make can be heard from outside, pounding deep into her, just so to drag more of the reedy, messy moans out of jihyo.

“fuck,” sana stops, needing more, the position preventing her from reaching where she wanted.

she pulls jihyo away from the wall, throwing the contents of the table to the ground in a hurry and placing jihyo there, cock deliciously deep, painful just the right way. jihyo shudders with every movement until sana goes back to her pace, trembling whenever sana filled her to the brim.

sana lifts her legs suddenly, bringing jihyo’s ankles to her shoulders, the position making jihyo cry out in pleasure, becoming tighter, drowning in the feeling of sana’s cock filling her up.

she feels particularly submissive when sana handles her like that, using her for her own pleasure, pliant for sana.

“s-sana!” jihyo wails, hands clawing at sana’s arms. “r-right there!”

“take it, baby!” sana grunts, rutting her hips with power, enraptured by the way jihyo’s tits bounced with each plunge.

sana’s fists grow white as she grips the edge of the desk, hips meeting jihyo’s ass with each sharp thrust, fucking into her with wild abandon, balls growing taut the moment she feels jihyo tightening around her.

she watches attentively as jihyo’s head falls back, mouth open, moaning thickly as she comes, walls begging for sana’s load with the way they clamp around her cock.

“c-come inside me!” jihyo begs, as if sana would even think about not doing it. “p-please, i need it!”

she leaves sana with no other choice rather than spilling her load deep inside. sana bucks her hips, gasping as her hot cum flooded jihyo, part of it trickling down to her table, too much for jihyo to keep inside.

sana lets go of jihyo’s legs carefully, inching closer to kiss her sweetly, cupping jihyo’s flushed, sweaty face with her palm. “still wondering if i cheated on you?”

“why did you have to remind me of that now?” jihyo sighs.

“of course i wouldn’t cheat on you,” sana kisses jihyo again, laughing softly when jihyo doesn’t return her kiss. “how could i when there is no better pussy than yours?”

“you sure liked miyeon’s when we weren’t together,” jihyo huffs, turning her head to the side, wanting to avoid the constant pecking of sana’s lips.

it’s useless, as sana kisses her cheek instead, going down to her neck.

“you liked someone else at the time,” sana mumbles. “and she wasn’t the only one i hooked up with before you decided to stop playing hard to get and accepted me.”

“oh wow, you really want to ruin the mood,” jihyo sighs louder, exasperated. “can i go now?”

“no,” sana chuckles. “i’ll take you home.”

when jihyo opens her lips to protest, sana kisses her again. jihyo finds no strength left inside her to decline it, finally kissing sana back.

[jihyocentric]

before you read this, know that the fill where jihyo talked about her first date with nayeon to jisoo might have a line or two that won’t make sense after this update, but i can change that later. it’s not really a major change.

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jihyo’s headache starts early in the morning, when instead of tending to jisoo’s needs, nayeon seems more focused on foolishly decorating their pancakes for breakfast by making animal shapes with powdered sugar, even cutting the fruits to make hearts with them and decorate their plates.

it was a special occasion, as after jihyo took care of a problem at work, they would go see the doctor, and hopefully find out whether they were having another baby girl or a boy, like nayeon so wanted. even then, nayeon was taking too long doing basic things, and consequentially making jihyo slower.

jihyo had only just finished getting ready for work when jisoo, still in her pajamas and with her bunny plushie in hands, stopped jihyo from going downstairs to rush nayeon, slowing her down, mumbling something jihyo hardly understands with the biggest pout on her lips.

“slow down, bun. what do you want?” jihyo asks, her built up stress coming to a cease the moment her legs are being engulfed by jisoo’s arms, the grip tight, but jihyo didn’t mind the near abrupt approach from her baby.

“i want the kitty plushie!” jisoo sighs as she repeats her words, slightly annoyed when she isn’t understood, letting one of her arms detach from jihyo’s leg to show her the bunny plushie. “his friend.”

it’s a cat plushie jisoo asks for, jihyo knows.

where exactly that could be was a good question, but jihyo’s major guess was that the plushie jisoo looked for was in the attic, along with another few. jisoo was usually gifted with too many toys, some of which jihyo kept, knowing she might want them later, but others were donated after a while — jihyo hopes that the cat plushie wasn’t one of those.

“i can find that for you later,” jihyo palms jisoo’s cheek, squeezing it softly, caringly, but jisoo’s pout becomes even bigger. jihyo sighs. “do you need it now?”

jisoo nods. “wanna take the kitty outside too.”

making nayeon find it instead of doing it when she was already late for work would’ve been a smarter decision, that is if nayeon was able to find anything — she could barely find her own clothes in the closet, therefore jihyo strongly doubted she’d find jisoo’s plushie among plenty other toys.

while jisoo makes her way downstairs to rush nayeon with the breakfast on jihyo’s behalf, jihyo makes her way to the attic, hoping it wouldn’t take longer than five minutes to find jisoo’s toy. jihyo is relieved to find the place still clean, but the cat food on the ground next to the big container where they kept it indicated that nayeon had been there.

“messy,” jihyo sighs, swiftly making her way to the shelves.

there are toys there, all inside clear boxes, but there were no signs of jisoo’s cat being there. jihyo finds nothing on the shelves, but when she’s about to put one of the boxes back in place, she notices a cardboard box right next to it.

jihyo doesn’t remember seeing that there before — she certainly hadn’t placed it there. it was heavy, heavier than what nayeon would allow jihyo to lift while being pregnant, but jihyo couldn’t help but be curious of its contents. she fetches a pair of scissors, the only thing sharp she could find there, and opens the box carefully, leaving it on the ground.

“oh,” jihyo gasps, surprised with what she found. for some reason, her cheeks became warm instantly, and jihyo almost closed the box again.

those were the last things jihyo imagined she’d find there — a few letters from nayeon, multiple polaroids of them together and almost all of the gifts nayeon had given her in their teenage years. what grabs jihyo’s attention is a bunny plushie, blue like jisoo’s, almost the same. jihyo vividly remembers the day nayeon gave that to her.

even though jihyo was the youngest between them, nayeon had always been shy, reluctant even, to speak to her. that was before they started dating, of course, as the both of them could hardly look at each other without being met with a strong color on their cheeks, sheepish and deeply flustered.

during that time, they communicated through actions. it was the only way they could interact without embarrassing themselves, so nayeon developed a habit of giving jihyo small gifts, doing it religiously every friday, because that’s when she would usually meet jihyo while hanging out with their friends.

“yuck.”

the sound comes from either jeongyeon or momo, jihyo doesn’t know exactly who was the one already teasing her, but still she rolls her eyes, turning her face to the side, attempting to hide her red cheeks as she hears the couple’s annoying chatter.

“justin bieber?” momo asks, teasing the youngest of them. “i didn’t know jihyo liked this kind of music.”

jihyo crosses her arms, making a stern face that was anything but scary to her older friends. “unnie likes him. now shut up.”

“do we really have to listen to this if she’s not here yet? come on,” jeongyeon sighs, strongly against listening to the artist’s album. “she won’t stop liking you if you’re not his fan! you know nayeon-”

“unnie!” jihyo whines at the mention of nayeon liking her, her eyes barely meeting jeongyeon’s or momo’s, instantly getting up from the couch. “you really deserve each other.” she huffs pettily, leaving them alone in the living room, grumpy as she mumbled a pair of impolite words, ignoring their fake apologies and the teasing cooing that came with them.

it wasn’t any special date, but instead of giving jihyo the usual flowers or the cute, small toys that she’d find in random stores and immediately get for jihyo, in hopes of confessing to her (and despite knowing she would fail again), nayeon uses her savings to buy a delicate bunny plushie that cost perhaps more than it should. but it was worth it if it was for jihyo.

when nayeon arrives at jeongyeon’s, jihyo is doing homework upstairs, using jeongyeon’s room like it was hers, all because that was all that was left for her to do if she didn’t want to be a third wheel for jeongyeon and momo. the couple was preparing the popcorn for the movie they would watch together, telling nayeon where jihyo is even before greeting her properly.

“your little girlfriend woke up in the wrong side of the bed,” jeongyeon laughs. “be careful, nayeonie.”

“maybe you’re both just annoying,” nayeon replies, suddenly not interested on staying next to them now that she knew where jihyo was. “don’t burn our popcorn!”

“she doesn’t even deny that she’s her girlfriend anymore,” momo comments once nayeon leaves, tucking her head in jeongyeon’s neck, hugging her from behind while jeongyeon waits for the corn to start popping. “our girls are growing fast.”

jeongyeon laughs softly. “nayeon is older than you, silly.”

“sometimes she is.” momo mumbles, voice muffled against jeongyeon’s neck.

in jeongyeon’s room, jihyo and nayeon are hugging awkwardly — not because being close to each other was awkward, but because they never greeted like that. for some reason, instead of a saying the regular, shy ‘hi’, nayeon hugs jihyo the moment jihyo opens the door for her, only then giving the smaller girl a hello.

“i have something for you,” nayeon says, handing jihyo a small, cutely decorated cardboard box. out of anxiousness, nayeon resorts to being a coward again. “b-but only open it when you get home!”

once more, there goes her chance to confess to jihyo.

jihyo closes the box instantly when the memory hits her.

she remembers it perfectly, how she could barely speak to nayeon without her voice coming out shakily, how she trembled when nayeon hugged her, how mortified she felt when nayeon pointed out that she was blushing — they were a mess back then, and jihyo still felt embarrassed when she thought about those times.

the plushie came with a short, but sweet message. opening the box again, jihyo searches for it, eager to know what younger nayeon was doing to get her to fall in love for her, as if jihyo didn’t already know who she had fallen for and why. knowing exactly what to expect, jihyo retrieves a polaroid picture from the box.

in the picture, nayeon was smiling with the plushie next to her face, as if confirming that she looked like the bunny, because jihyo would tell her that a lot. behind it, nayeon had written a few words for jihyo.

“hey, kiddo

jihyo laughs right at the first sentence. “kiddo? why would she call me that…”

you keep saying i look like a bunny, so i decided to get one for you.

yoo jeongyeon may or may not have told me you like sleeping with plushies. i figured you would like this one! ><

from: your pretty unnie

ps.: i saw you took your braces off. you were pretty with them, but even prettier without <3”

“no.” jihyo whines at the mention of her braces. “alright, that’s enough.”

placing the items back into the box, jihyo ignores the urge to go through all of the things inside it. she was more than late for work, and if a short message from nayeon already made her feel shy like the teen she used to be, reading full letters would make her situation even worse. and jihyo didn’t have the time for that.

she finds jisoo’s cat in a cabinet, along with other plushies, and then she makes her way downstairs with the toy in one hand and a bag hanging on her shoulder. if not for her pregnancy, she would definitely skip breakfast, far too late for work, but the baby inside of her was hungry — and nayeon wouldn’t allow her to go out without eating.

“there you go, bun.” jihyo kisses the top of jisoo’s head, placing the plushie on the table. she sits next to nayeon, leaving her bag on a chair, ready to leave as soon as she finished eating. “nayeon, when did you get that box?”

“the one in the attic?” nayeon asks, handing jihyo the honey, knowing she’d ask for it. “your mom gave it to me last week, when i was picking jisoo up from your parents’ house. she even scolded me a little because i gave you too many gifts back then…” she pouts as she speaks.

“and i loved all of them, don’t mind her,” jihyo reassures, kissing nayeon’s cheek softly, headache long forgotten. at least for a brief moment. nayeon still made her late for work, and she’d face the consequences later.

nayeon smiles. “i know. remember when you used to sleep with that bun-”

“i don’t remember anything.” jihyo looks to her plate. “so this is why you took so long making pancakes?”

nayeon hums, looking at her impeccable art displayed on the pancake. “uh-huh. bunny shaped for the baby girl, kitty shaped for the pretty wife.”

neither of them notice jisoo had excused herself from the table, sick of her parents’ antics, to eat with bbuyo on the couch.

to: im nayeon

nayeonie, get food for bbuyo on your way here.

the container is almost empty.

don’t forget!

“unnie, i think we are done.” yeji says, rather shy after making jihyo show up for work when she wasn’t supposed to for her own mistake. “you only have to sign here and i’ll take these to miss bae.”

“you don’t have to be so nervous,” jihyo offers her a kind smile. “we all make mistakes. i should have read before i signed those papers. as your supervisor, i made a mistake as well.”

“thank you.” yeji says. rather than blabbering about jihyo being the perfect supervisor and how she was the only one in the wrong, she keeps her mouth shut, knowing she would embarrass herself if she tried to praise her superior again — she knew that from experience.

“joohyun won’t be mad,” jihyo continues. “we delayed the deal, but she’s my friend. she won’t mind. don’t blame yourself too much.”

yeji waits patiently as jihyo reads the document handed to her, letting out a relieved breath when jihyo finally signs the papers, knowing she didn’t make any mistakes then. jihyo checks the time on a watch adorning her wrist, eyes falling on yeji again once she knows she won’t be late for her appointment.

“unnie, can i ask you something?” yeji calls, already making a question.

jihyo nods, taking her glasses off after she finished giving the documents a final read. “go ahead.”

“isn’t it weird to carry a baby?” yeji asks, shoulders losing their tautness, as if she had been dying to make that question. jihyo wants to laugh at how fussy she is about it, seeming curious but, in a way, disgusted with the thought of having a baby inside of herself. “like, it is growing inside of you… doesn’t it freak you out?!”

jihyo never forgets yeji is hardly an adult — she was clearly very young, trying to be mature and competent as an employee, but sometimes it became too obvious that yeji was just a kid. the way she speaks to jihyo makes her laugh softly, knowing she wasn’t speaking to her intern yeji, but rather the barely 20 years old yeji.

“when i found out i was carrying jisoo, yes. it did freak me out.” jihyo replies. “but now it’s just normal, until they start kicking. that is a little weird.”

a sound indicating that she was receiving a notification reaches jihyo’s ears, making her grab her phone instantly, knowing there was a possibility of it being nayeon. and it was.

from: im nayeon

hyo would you be mad if i got a bnuy

???

bunny*

soo saw them at the pet shop. they’re cute :(

at a random pet shop, nayeon sees jisoo standing a foot or two away from the bunnies available for adoption. she had stopped there on her way to pick jihyo up at work, right when she got the message that they were out of cat food. as those were domesticated bunnies, nayeon had no excuse to tell jisoo they couldn’t have it or that she should stay far from them.

from: wife <3

what? absolutely not, im nayeon.

taking care of a cat and a kid is already hard enough.

we don’t have time or the necessary things to own a rabbit.

jihyo’s headache comes back instantly, knowing, from the way nayeon was texting her, everything that would happen the moment she got in the car with nayeon and jisoo. jisoo would be mad and nayeon would try to make things better, but jihyo would feel like a bad mom for not allowing her kid to have more pets.

yeji excuses herself, feeling slightly intimidated by jihyo’s sudden stern face, but jihyo isn’t upset with her, so she thanks yeji for her work with the softest tone she could manage out.

from: im nayeon

i know, but we could have one still

bbuyo needs a friend

cats need company from other pets :(

“look, mama, there are baby cats too!” jisoo grabs nayeon by her coat, dragging her to another session of the pet store.

from: wife <3

no, nayeon.

we have talked about this already.

i’m free now. come pick me up. don’t forget bbuyo’s food.

just like jihyo had imagined, jisoo keeps quiet in the backseat, with a pout on her face because, once again, jihyo deprived her from having more pets.

it’s not like bbuyo wasn’t enough, but jisoo wanted more, which was natural for a kid of her age, who didn’t understand how hard keeping a pet was and how important it was to be truly available to take care of them properly, which jihyo and nayeon weren’t. especially because jihyo was pregnant again.

“how was your day with mama, soo?” jihyo asks, looking at the rearview to see jisoo, who held both of her plushies tightly.

jisoo’s pout remains intact. “good.”

nayeon knows she’s in trouble then. jihyo looks at her sharply, and despite keeping her eyes on the road, nayeon can feel the stare on her skin.

“what did you do together?” jihyo asks again, trying to fix the situation nayeon had created.

the question seems to lit jisoo’s face, much to nayeon’s relief. at least her daughter was doing some damage control when answering jihyo’s questions properly, without pretending she’s sleepy to avoid speaking to her or blatantly expressing her frustrations.

“mama took me to the park!” jisoo replies, rather excited for someone who was supposedly upset. “we ate cotton candy and there was a train ride too!”

“is that so, bun?” jihyo seems to relax and so does nayeon — jisoo was upset, but, for a reason jihyo didn’t know and wasn’t going to question at all, she was quickly overcoming it. “did you enjoy the ride?”

“uh-huh.” jisoo nods, her plushies pressed tightly against herself. jihyo was sure that the bunny’s ear would fall off any time, as jisoo kept holding it by its ears.

giving jisoo space, jihyo’s attention goes back to nayeon. she was angry, very much so, because nayeon could’ve bought bbuyo’s food at any other store, easily avoiding pet shops that way. still, that day was supposed to be a happy day, and jihyo wouldn’t allow nayeon’s lack of basic thinking ruin it for them.

“do you think we’ll really find out today?” jihyo asks, instinctively placing her hand over her growing belly.

nayeon hums. “we just need to hope they won’t be crossing their legs this time.”

“come in,” the doctor says. “oh my god, this princess grew a lot.”

jisoo becomes shy when the attention falls on her, even if the only “stranger” in the room was the doctor, and hides behind jihyo’s legs.

the middle aged woman wasn’t a total stranger, as she took care of jisoo’s health until she was about a year. despite jihyo and nayeon having a pediatrician of their trust, the doctor who took care of jihyo during her pregnancy would always be the most reliable one, so whenever they needed help, the obstetrician would be the first one they would call.

“a lot? she’s so small for her age, like her mommy.” nayeon jokes, making both jihyo and jisoo look at her with a piercing gaze. she clears her throat. “uh… w-we’re here to find out if the other princess- or prince is doing well!”

“alright,” the doctor laughs. “you already know what to do, jihyo.”

jisoo sits quietly on a couch, attentively watching everything that was being done to her mommy, scared of the doctor for jihyo, as her mothers didn’t seem scared at all. someone had to be scared for them, so jisoo plays a ‘guard dog’ role, getting distracted by her plushies from time to time, but still taking care of her mommy from not so far away.

nayeon stands anxiously next to jihyo, who is lying down and wincing at the cold gel being applied on her tummy.

“good news,” the doctor says. “the baby is not crossing their legs. do you want to know…”

“it’s a girl, isn’t it?!” nayeon nearly squeals, interrupting the doctor because she knew the answer in her heart.

it wasn’t bad luck per se, as nayeon would love them regardless of anything, but she feels like, because she wanted a different experience with a boy and expressed it so often, she would definitely get another baby girl.

perhaps she was fated to have girls only. at least nayeon thought so, because, deep down, something told her she would never have boys with jihyo. she was even relieved to a certain extent, because although nayeon wanted a boy, she thinks she would go insane with a kid like one of jeongyeon and momo’s twins living with them.

“please,” jihyo answers the doctor properly. “we came here for that.”

“well…” the doctor analyzes the screen carefully. “nayeon is correct. she is a healthy girl.”

the ride home is mostly silent — jisoo doesn’t talk, because she has a lot to think about now that she knew she was going to be a big sister to a girl, and jihyo doesn’t say anything because she’s tired.

it’s only when they’re having dinner that jihyo lets out a sentence with more than three words.

“jisoo,” she starts. “do you know why mommy won’t let you have more pets yet?”

nayeon pretends she’s not listening because she knows jihyo isn’t only scolding jisoo, but also her. of course jihyo would never call nayeon out in front of jisoo when it came to things like that, so what jihyo said was only really directed to jisoo, but nayeon knew she was in the wrong there.

jisoo sticks her bottom lip out, playing with her food. “no.”

even if jisoo doesn’t say it, jihyo knows jisoo sees her as the strict mom and nayeon as the cool mom. it’s something that truly bothered her, because nayeon was permissive while she was only being careful. jisoo didn’t understand such things, so her immediate reaction was thinking jihyo was simply being stern.

“having pets makes you responsible for another life,” jihyo says, in a soft tone, not wanting to sound harsh. “it’s not easy to take care of an animal. you see, bbuyo is our responsibility, mama and i take care of his needs, isn’t that so?”

jisoo nods, earning a head bump on her foot hanging off the chair from bbuyo. “uh-huh.”

“once you grow up, you will also do that,” jihyo resumes her speech. “and only when i’m sure you can take care of him, i’ll let you have another cat. even a bunny, if that’s the case.”

there is always a but when jihyo has serious conversations with jisoo, but this time jisoo understands jihyo’s reasons, so it never comes out. she’s clearly sad — ‘growing up’ before getting another pet meant more waiting, but because nayeon had previously talked to her about being patient with her pregnant mommy, jisoo admits defeat.

curiously, it seems she’s momentarily no longer the baby of that house, but jihyo instead, because both jisoo and nayeon were watching over her.

“i understand, mommy.” jisoo mumbles, not even needing jihyo to ask her if she had been clear. “i’ll wait.”

when she’s ready to sit on the bed and read a book before sleeping, nayeon is handed a pillow and a blanket.

“you’re not sleeping here tonight, im nayeon.” jihyo says, assertive with her decision.

nayeon had asked for it — jihyo has forgiven her way too many times for going over her choices on raising jisoo, which gave jisoo reasons to think jihyo was too harsh. too strict. this time, jihyo punishes nayeon by making her sleep on the couch, or anywhere that wasn’t next to her.

“but baby, i’ve already said i’m sorry!” nayeon whines, being pushed out of the room. she allows jihyo to kick her out, not trying to fight back, knowing she was in the wrong.

“you keep making jisoo think i’m the bad guy,” jihyo huffs. “because of you, i become the bad, cruel mom who won’t let her daughter have cute pets. or fill herself with candy until she throws up. or sleep without taking a shower before!”

“that only happened one time…” nayeon mutters. jihyo holds onto the handle of the door, ready to close it right on nayeon’s face. “wait, hyo! don’t be mad, i’ll make up for it! i can become the scary mom… look,” she clears her throat. “no, jisoo! don’t grab that flower pot, you might let it break!”

nayeon’s impression of her fails to make jihyo convinced to let her sleep inside, but manages to make her even angrier.

“i’m not scary,” jihyo’s lips quiver with sheer irritation. “and i don’t speak like that, dumbass. good night, im nayeon!”

the door closes, but nayeon keeps standing in front of it. perhaps she shouldn’t have tried to be funny, but jihyo was scary giving the fact that she hadn’t spoken to nayeon normally since morning, only when it was necessary, so nayeon had to break the ice somehow.

“hyo,” nayeon calls, hugging her cold pillow and blanket. “are you still there?”

jihyo rolls her eyes. “where else could i be, im nayeon?”

“right.” nayeon smiles. “i love you. and our baby girl. sleep well, hyo. if you feel cold, turn on the heater. i… i’m sorry.” she says, voice coated with nothing but genuine affection. “i, uh… i’ll leave now. good-”

nayeon is surprised by jihyo opening the door again, jumping into her arms suddenly. she barely has time to understand what is happening but accepts the kiss, dropping her pillow to pass her arms around jihyo’s waist instead. the kiss is soft just the same amount it is abrupt and hurried, and nayeon almost falls trying to, unpreparedly, support jihyo’s weight over her.

when jihyo pulls back, nayeon sighs, already missing her lips.

“by the way, you didn’t deserve this. this one was for me,” jihyo explains, before she leaves nayeon alone once again.

nayeon has two options then.

she could 1) sleep on the couch, in that lonely, cold living room, that would feel way bigger than it was without anyone there with her, or 2) squeeze herself in jisoo’s bed and sleep with her, leaving bbuyo without a job for the night.

the second option is what nayeon chooses, of course, cuddling jisoo the entire night, even when bbuyo had complained and meowed in protest.