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butchyeons · 9 months ago

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req for dp jeongmohyo 👀 or even jeongmo (momo bottoming). desperate for more alpha jeong-tent

first drabble request is finally here! it’s… not really a drabble, i got a bit too excited with this prompt. but hopefully y’all won’t mind. that being said, i hope you all enjoy. this one will probably end up on ao3 later on, too. lmao, let’s get into it.

best behavior

a tiny omegaverse jeongmohyo fic.

tags/warnings: g!p, a/b/o dynamics, double penetration (obv), jihyo has an alpha kink?, rutting, edging, orgasm control, knotting, degradation, mating bites, biting in general (there is so much biting damn), mentions of blood, aftercare, pwp, alpha!jeongyeon, beta!jihyo, omega!momo. this is so filthy i’m sorry

cishet men and minors dni.

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To say Momo had messed up was an understatement.

The omega had always enjoyed testing her limits with what she could get away with when it came to her mates. It was typical for her to constantly break the unspoken set of rules they all shared just to see what would happen. Cause problems on purpose, only to act innocent when she got caught later on. It was fun for her, and clearly it was fun for her mates, too. Despite how whiny she got during her punishments, how much she begged for them to go easy on her, she always really enjoyed it- craved it, even. She was a sucker for pain, for overstimulation, for being edged. The stupid omega part of her brain that she so badly wanted to deny secretly always craved it, really. She had no idea just how much she loved being treated like nothing less than a toy until she met Jeongyeon and Jihyo.

But nothing could prepare her for what was happening now.

“If you want to act like a slut, you’ll be treated like one.” Jeongyeon grunted out, forcing Momo down further on her length.

The alpha’s hand was firm on the back of her head, keeping her in place, pressing her down as far as she could go. Jeongyeon’s cock was invading her throat, making it impossible to breathe. The soft patch of dark hair that grew at the base was tickling the tip of her nose, the unbearable need that came from being fucking used ripping through her body like a wildfire.

It was great.

It was so much rougher than usual. Jeongyeon was practically fucking her throat, thrusting a few more times despite Momo being at her limit. Momo did her best to stay relaxed, to let it happen- to let Jeongyeon be mad about what she did. She deserved it, anyways. She had been bad. It was only fair this was happening, only fair that Jeongyeon got to use what belonged to her in whatever way she wanted.

As soon as she began to feel lightheaded, Momo’s hands firmly gripped onto the older girl’s sides, her nails digging into the soft skin without really meaning to. At the sensation, Jeongyeon let out a hiss, finally pulling her off by her hair, which left Momo a coughing, sputtering mess where she was kneeling on the floor.

Before she could really recover, Jihyo clicked her tongue somewhere behind her. Momo could only vaguely recognize the sound of her shifting, followed by the sound of her belt buckle and pants hitting the floor. Jihyo’s hand replaced Jeongyeon’s on the back of her head, pulling Momo back, forcing her to make eye contact with the beta that now leaned over her from above. The omega’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, her expression absolutely pitiful as Jihyo grinned devilishly down at her.

“Why are you embarrassed, baby?”Jihyo said, finally letting go of her hair. “You did this to yourself, after all.”

Jihyo circled around to the front of Momo and stood beside their third mate. The sight of her now naked form directly next to Jeongyeon’s stirred something up in Momo’s stomach, like always. Between Jihyo’s body and Jeongyeon’s massive length, Momo could feel her slick literally dripping out of herself, could feel how the mating mark Jeongyeon had left on her was practically throbbing with need. And she knew the older girl could feel it just based on how she was looking down at her right then, as if she was ready to devour her. She knew both of them could smell just how badly she wanted this, despite how Jihyo was almost always blind to it due to her nature of being a beta. And worst of all, she knew there already had to be a small pool of her own juices on the floor directly underneath her.

So of course she was fucking embarrassed. How couldn’t she be?

Jihyo crossed her arms, looking between her mates, before focusing her gaze back down at Momo. Her nose twitched slightly as she inhaled, unfortunately confirming what the omega already knew. When she exhaled again, the left side of her mouth curled up into that cocky smirk that Momo was all too familiar with.

“God, you reek, Momo. It’s almost like you wanted to be punished. You wanted to be treated like our little slut, didn’t you?”

Good lord, did she want this. She wanted to be disciplined, always did. She needed to be broken, needed to be taught her lesson, which is why she decided to openly flirt with Nayeon, Sana, and Chaeyoung the other night at the bar. Typical cock-brained, pheromone-drunk, sex-crazed omega.

Or really, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, typical Momo.

So when she weakly nodded, almost too scared to speak, Jihyo stepped closer. Her core was directly in front of Momo’s face, so close that she could easily lean in and get a taste. Instinctively, she did just that. But as soon as she was close enough to catch the scent of Jihyo’s own arousal, sweet honey with the faintest hint of spice, the beta’s hand tangled into her hair, pulling harshly. Momo yelped, her cheeks reddening even more from how her clit was now shamefully pulsing from the pain running down her spine.

“Use your words, Momoring.” Jihyo mocked.

She was putty in their hands now.

“F-Fuck-“ Momo stammered out. “I- yes- I wanted to be punished. I wanted to be your little slut. Please, Jihyo.”

Jihyo sighed, pulling Momo’s head back so they could lock eyes.

“That’s not what you call me, omega.”

The beta’s tone made her clench around nothing, causing even more slick to trickle down her thighs. Of course, the younger girl would pull this. She almost always did when Momo was in the dog house (literally or metaphorically, but they weren’t going that route today… hopefully, anyways). Momo never minded calling her that. Anything to get her off, she supposed.

“P-Please, alpha.” Her voice came out brokenly. “Treat me like the slut I am- ruin me. Both of you, please just break me. I’m all yours. Please, my alphas.”

Jihyo wasn’t just her beta, no- she was just as in control of her as her first mate, and deserved the title as much as Jeongyeon did. It was a little humiliating how turned on Momo got from addressing someone who had practically no rank as someone who was above her. She loved every second of it.

Jihyo smirked and hummed, seemingly satisfied with the response. And as a small reward for being so well behaved for once, she finally, so graciously gave Momo what she wanted, pushing her face into her core. Momo let out a soft whimper, doing her best to run her tongue through Jihyo’s folds, gathering her juices before greedily sucking on her clit in the way she knew Jihyo loved. The hand that was tangled into her hair tightened, yanking slightly. It hurt in the best way possible, the burning mixed in with the pleasure she got from helping her mate get off. Somewhere above her, Jihyo let out a groan.

“Fuck, Momo- good girl.” Her voice spilled out, distant and breathy. “Good fucking girl. Suck it, baby. Just like that. Such a slut.”

“Our slut, Hyo.” Jeongyeon added, stepping over next to Jihyo.

Momo watched as Jeongyeon leaned in and pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s cheek before moving down to nip at her neck, scenting her. The sight made Momo let out a soft whine, the want to be scented by her mates causing her to falter just slightly in her rhythm. It only made Jihyo force her in even more, her fingers digging through Momo’s hair as she held her in place. Momo scrunched her eyes shut, her body going limp as Jihyo just used her, riding her face without a care in the world.

“That’s right, Jeong. Our disgusting little-“ Another grunt cut the beta off. “Fuck- whore.”

Momo felt like her body was going to fucking explode by then. Despite not being touched at all, she could feel everything, her nerves all firing at once as her arousal got impossibly worse. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, which just exacerbated Jihyo’s sounds of pleasure, the wet kisses and love bites that Jeongyeon was eagerly leaving on their beta’s neck mixing into the sounds of Jihyo’s sopping wet folds rubbing against her lips and nose. It was disgusting. If there wasn’t a puddle of her own slick underneath her before, there certainly would be now.

“Fuck-“ Jihyo cried out. “Fuck, Momo. Fuck.”

Right as Momo ran her tongue across Jihyo’s clit one last time, the beta ripped her away. Momo’s eyes shot open, watching as Jihyo’s body trembled violently. Jeongyeon held onto her from the side, supporting her as she pressed a kiss to Jihyo’s temple.

The younger girl hadn’t finished, no. She would’ve had a much bigger reaction, been much more vocal. She edged herself. She only did that when she was mad, when she wanted to last longer. As badly as Momo wanted to be punished, a part of her was still afraid of what was to come. But that’s what made it so fun, anyways.

“Shit.” Jihyo hissed, her body twitching a few more times before it finally settled. “Fuck, baby. You almost had me there.”

Momo couldn’t help but smirk, a sense of pride blooming in her chest. But all of that quickly went away the moment Jeongyeon stepped forward again, gently slapping the head of her still-hard cock against Momo’s cheek.

“Wipe that attitude off your face, Momoring. You’ve got nothing to be proud of.” Jeongyeon practically sneered. “Suck.”

Momo immediately did as she was told, unable to fight back in any capacity after what Jihyo did. Her usual bratty self was nowhere to be seen as she took the head of Jeongyeon’s length into her mouth, sucking strongly before running her tongue through the slit. She looked up at Jeongyeon with wide eyes as she took even more of the alpha into her mouth, getting about halfway down before putting herself back up, dragging her tongue along the sensitive vein on the underside as she went. The action earned a groan from the older girl, which was music to Momo’s ears. She resisted the urge to smile again when she felt her mating mark pulse with arousal, a clear sign that her alpha was enjoying it more than she was letting on.

There was something else there, too, though. Momo’s mark felt… odd. It felt warm, slightly irritated. And based on how Jeongyeon’s eyebrows threaded together as Momo worked herself up and down her length, she could tell something was off with her, too. She seemed almost… pained. Momo pulled up for just a second, ready to ask if she was okay, but before Jeongyeon could force her back down, Jihyo shifted next to them.

“What should we do with her, Jeong?” She said, bending down to run her fingers through Momo’s hair.

Jeongyeon let out a low growl, which sent Momo right back into that brainless headspace. She could ask later, surely. It wasn’t a big deal, otherwise they wouldn’t be doing this right now. She focused on the head again, ignoring the fact that the alpha was already fucking leaking precum, swirling her tongue around the sensitive area before sucking harshly.

“Ugh-” Jeongyeon groaned. “I think she needs to be reminded who she belongs to, Hyo.”

“Oh definitely, baby.” Jihyo cooed, her hand still gently passing through the dark strands of Momo’s hair. “After how she acted, I think we need to ruin her.”

Momo looked up at Jihyo, who was smirking down at her as she continued to service Jeongyeon. Very quickly the beta’s sweet caresses were replaced with a firm grip, Jihyo’s fingers gripping her hair a pulling her back, a small pop noise following from how hard she was sucking. Momo let out a whimper at the painful sensation, Jeongyeon gasping at the loss when she was clearly getting into it. Jihyo pulled Momo up to her feet by her hair.

“You know we’re nowhere near done with you, Momo.” Jihyo said, moving to cup Momo’s face. Her thumbs passed over Momo’s cheeks a few times, soothing any pain that the omega felt from being manhandled, her act faltering for just a moment. “You alright to keep going?”

Momo nodded, hummed out a confirmation.

“Yeah, all good.” Momo whispered, her eyes falling closed. “I’d tell you if I wasn’t.”

“I know, baby.” Jihyo whispered, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the tip of Momo’s nose. “Just wanted to be sure.”

Jeongyeon moved in, too, leaning over to scent Momo, pressing her nose into the younger girl’s neck before eagerly biting at the sensitive skin a few times while growling softly. It was possessive, like she was claiming her territory- something that was rare for her to do, especially in front of Jihyo. It managed to turn Momo on even more, clouding the omega’s mind completely, the slight concern being pushed to the back burner at the action. She told herself it was fine, Jeongyeon was just mad. It would pass.

Momo could feel herself clenching slightly around nothing when Jihyo also leaned over, pressing her nose against the other side of her neck. To have both of her mates scenting her like that was almost too much. It was hot. It worked her up even more, made her body feel like it was made of static electricity, her muscles fuzzy, the signals in her nerves bouncing off of one another with nowhere to actually go.

But as hot as it was, it was also comforting- a reminder that they did love her, a way to keep her grounded somewhat. As bad as she had been, she knew the two of them would take care of her. She knew they’d teach her to be good again.

With the three of them all worked up, the tender moment could really only last so long. Momo was quickly reminded that they really weren’t finished. After Jeongyeon had her fill of her scent, she moved her hand down to grip her ass roughly, growling as she softly nipped the shell of her ear. Typical Jeongyeon.

“I want her ass.” The alpha said, bluntly. “I think a little slut like her would love to have her ass ruined. Isn’t that right, Momo?”

Momo’s eyes shot open the moment she felt Jeongyeon’s nails dig into the soft skin. She whimpered, slick gushing out of her in response to the action. Pathetic.

“P-Please, alpha…” Momo whined on instinct. “I-I deserve it- need to be ruined.”

“Then I’ll take her front.” Jihyo said as she finally pulled away before reaching up and gently pushing a strand of hair out of Momo’s face. “And you better not even think about cumming until both of us are finished, Momoring.”

“Yes, alpha.”

She really was in for a wild ride, it seemed.

———

This wasn’t the first time Momo had been in this position. Jeongyeon was already buried in her ass, already practically splitting her open. She sat on top of the alpha, the backs of her knees being supported by the girl underneath her. It was wet and hot, downright nasty. But it felt so fucking good. As Jeongyeon bucked her hips up, pushing herself deeper with each thrust, Momo thought she could live just like that- splayed open for her partners to do whatever they wanted to her.

Momo’s head fell back, allowing Jeongyeon to bite at her neck, right at her mating mark. The feeling of it caused both of them to moan at the same time, Jeongyeon bucking her hips slightly harder as she sucked a bruise onto the sensitive skin.

“J-Jeongyeon-“ Momo whined. “I’ll- if you keep doing that I’ll-“

“You can hold it.” Jeongyeon grunted out, her teeth scraping across the mark. Her voice sounded a bit distant, a bit rough. “You’re a good girl, keep it in for us.”

Momo was on cloud nine by then. She didn’t have time to really focus on anything else but the pleasure of it all. She hadn’t even been touched where she needed it the most directly, only having felt Jeongyeon prep her before easing her down onto her cock. But god, she was already so close to the edge. It was dangerous, she knew it- if she finished without permission, Jihyo wouldn’t let her cum for weeks. And as hot as that sounded, Momo knew damn well that she’d hate it after the first day.

She was good, though. She had to be, anyways. She was determined to be good, to listen to her mates- to let them take control. She’d been so bad, needed to be taught her lesson. So she could hold on, right? She begged herself to try, but fuck. With Jeongyeon’s mouth on her neck, the familiar earthiness of black tea and mahogany flooding her nostrils, the pleasurable burn of her cock stretching her open and reaching so deeply inside her, it was so, so hard not to-

“But she’s not a good girl.”

Momo only vaguely registered Jihyo’s voice, her mind foggy from everything else. Jeongyeon thrusted up again, a lot rougher this time. A groan caught somewhere in Momo’s throat. The bed dipped-

“And she needs to be reminded of that.”

Before Momo had any time to react, Jihyo brought her hand down, right onto her core. The omega let out something between a moan and a scream, brokenly. She could feel tears forming in her eyes as she gasped for air, willed her body to keep itself together as Jeongyeon thrusted up again, somehow even harder. It was so much, so fucking much. She knew she was leaking slick again, knew it had to be bad considering she could smell herself. Strawberries, black tea, and honey permeated her senses. It was taking everything in her to hold herself together.

“Poor baby’s so cockdrunk already.” Jihyo cooed mockingly as she ran her fingers through Momo’s dripping folds. “Such a little slut, hm?”

Momo was fully out of it by then. When she didn’t immediately reply, Jihyo slapped her again, her index and middle finger landing directly on her painfully swollen clit, even harder than the last one. The sensation caused another broken squeal to rip its way out of Momo’s throat, her body tensing up as she reached for something, anything to hold onto, blindly grabbing at Jeongyeon’s arms, digging her fingers into the strong muscles of her forearms. Jihyo slapped her pussy for a third time, and then a fourth, which made Momo grit her teeth, the pain so delicious that it nearly made her break then and there.

“You know you have to answer me when I’m speaking to you, omega.” Jihyo said, quickly running her fingers back and forth over Momo’s clit.

Momo whined, nodding. Her mind was so hazy, her body overtaken by such overwhelming need. She couldn’t remember the last time she was this fucked out, and they had only just gotten started. Hell, she wasn’t even in heat- but she certainly felt like she was. The normal Momo, the Momo that had the right mind to not act so incredibly indecent would be cussing her out right then. But when Jihyo focused on the most sensitive part under the hood, her fingers having been practically trained on how to break Momo apart, she didn’t fucking care. She couldn’t, anyways.

“F-Fuck, Ji- alpha. I’m- I’m such a slut, I love-“ She was cut off when Jihyo pressed down even harder, causing her to moan loudly. Any remaining sense of shame she had left was long gone by then. “Oh my god- I love your cocks, love being your slut, please- I’m all yours, only yours. No one else’s.”

Suddenly it was overwhelming. Pain shifted into pleasure way too easily, melting together in a way that was just too much. She needed to stop, she couldn’t hold on. Every alarm went off in the omega’s head, her nervous system being practically frayed open, lit up like the hot coals of a roaring fire. If Jihyo kept it up any longer, if Jeongyeon bucked her hips one more god damn time-

“I-I can’t- I’m gonna-“

Right as Momo got to the point of no return, Jihyo pulled back. Jeongyeon had stopped her thrusting too, choosing to move her hands to the omega’s hips, holding her in place. It was intense, felt nothing short of disappointing to have her high stolen from her like that- but it was necessary. Thank god. She was half a second away from seeing stars, from giving in to her natural urge to just let herself go, and as much as the beta liked to dish out a punishment, she also knew Momo’s limits. The break allowed the poor girl to gasp for air, her mind finally coming back to its senses.

“All good, baby?” Jeongyeon whispered, nuzzling her face into Momo’s neck.

Momo nodded, her head falling back again. Jeongyeon pressed several gentle, loving kisses against her pulse point as she inhaled deeply. Somewhere beside her, Jihyo shifted, taking her hand, bringing it up to her mouth to press kisses to her knuckles.

“If it’s too much, we can stop.” The beta whispered. “You’re doing so good so far, baby. But I don’t want to push it.”

Momo looked over to Jihyo and smiled, huffing as she rolled her eyes. Leave it to both of them to be this sappy despite the fact that Jeongyeon was literally balls deep in her ass. Typical.

“You know I’d tell you otherwise, Ji.” Her voice came out more deadpanned than she really meant for it to, but fuck she was horny. “This is great, please keep doing it. I’m good to keep going.”

“Okay, okay.” Jihyo said, finally moving so that she was between Momo and Jeongyeon’s legs. She leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to Momo’s lips. “I love you.”

Momo smiled. “I love you too, Ji. Both of you.”

“Love you, Momo.” Jeongyeon mumbled, her voice muffled from her face being pressed against Momo’s neck. “So much.”

The sweetness was welcome, really. That’s what Momo loved about the both of them. As mean as they could be when they were fucking, there was always care behind all of it, years of trust shown in each movement. Momo couldn’t linger on it for too long without getting emotional. These were her mates. The two people she was bonded with for life, no matter what. Even if Jihyo couldn’t ever have the physical mark to match, even if Jeongyeon was the most annoying person on the planet, they were hers. It was a little humbling just how much she loved them, sometimes it was a little scary.

But whatever. She didn’t want to think about it. Right then, she just wanted to be fucked. That was the entire reason she misbehaved to begin with- to get fucked. She’d rather die than ever tell Jeongyeon and Jihyo they were right- that, maybe, she really was a slut. But whatever. She needed them to do something, and fast. Or else she was going to finish completely untouched and have to deal with the consequences of that.

Thankfully, her prayers were answered. As soon as she felt the tip of Jihyo’s strap run through her folds, she was right back in that fuzzy headspace, the coals of her arousal burning brightly once again.

“So fucking wet, baby.” Jihyo said, continuing to rub the dildo back and forth over Momo’s core. She tilted her head down, pulling away for just a moment, leaving Momo breathless with need. “And you’ve ruined the sheets. All that from getting fucked in the ass, huh?”

Momo nodded mindlessly. It was almost humiliating just how easy she was. Almost.

“Y-Yes, alpha. All because of you- both of you. Feels so good- ah!”

Without warning, Jihyo pressed the tip into her entrance. Momo knew which toy she picked based on the stretch alone- it wasn’t the biggest one they had, rather a smaller one that curved up in the best way possible, always hitting her and Jihyo’s g-spots when they used it. But god, it was just enough. As Jihyo somehow fully slid herself in, occupying the leftover space that Momo was always surprised she even had, she felt like she was in heaven.

“Remember, you can’t finish until me and Jeongyeon do.” Jihyo warned, her hands immediately finding Momo’s hips, replacing where Jeongyeon’s were.

“I know- I know. Please, just-”

Both Jeongyeon and Jihyo thrusted at the same time, cutting her off. Momo practically saw white as her head rolled back, her body falling limp in her alpha’s arms as the two took off, fucking her at a pace that wasn’t exactly relentless, but wasn’t exactly soft, either. The angle was a bit awkward, the rhythm of their movements clunky because of it. But fuck was it good.

And it was made even fucking better when Jeongyeon’s hand worked its way up to Momo’s throat, pressing down just enough to cut off Momo’s air. She reached up, her hands finding Jihyo’s shoulders, gripping with enough strength that she could feel the beta’s skin under her nails. Jihyo hissed in pain, but didn’t falter in her movements- instead, she managed to go even harder, pounding into Momo with a fury that the omega almost forgot she had. The sounds of her slick filled the room, the bed squeaking loudly mixed in with Jihyo’s grunts and Momo’s whimpers. It was so fucking messy. A mix of sweat, slick, and pheromones pouring onto the sheets each time they thrusted into Momo like it was their last few moments on earth.

But something shifted suddenly. Jeongyeon removed her hand, allowing Momo to gasp for air- and that's when she caught it. The alpha's scent had changed just slightly, becoming darker, muskier. Headier. Dangerous. Her moves got stronger, her hips bucking up with a force that practically lifted Momo up with each thrust. There was a low, almost feral growl from behind her, a telltale sign that-

"Oh my god, Jeong." Momo croaked out, her voice slightly panicked as her body froze. "Tell me you aren't fucking rutting."

Jihyo froze, her strap buried to the fucking hilt in Momo. She gasped at the sensation, getting another strong hit of Jeongyeon’s scent. Jihyo had a slightly panicked look on her face as she looked at the girl behind her.

“Jeongyeon?” Jihyo asked.

The alpha only let out a snarl in reply. Great, Momo thought, becoming aware of everything again. The signs were all there earlier, Jeongyeon was acting a lot more mean than usual, a lot more possessive. Momo had just chalked it up to them not fucking like this in a little bit, blamed it on Jihyo working the both of them up. She had been too blinded with her own feelings to notice that Jeongyeon was causing them to be worse- anytime her rut neared, Momo was even hornier than usual and vice versa for Momo’s heats. Which probably explains why she went out of her way to flirt with everyone, why she wanted to be fucked so relentlessly so damn badly.

“Jeong- talk to us, please.” Jihyo said firmly.

There was another, clearly annoyed, growl from behind Momo. Jeongyeon’s teeth met her neck again, scraping across her mark, sending hot sparks of pleasure through her body. Jeongyeon’s hands circled her front, holding the omega against her tightly, before she took a deep breath, trying to ground herself.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t realize how close it was. I got too worked up-” Jeongyeon muttered, bucking her hips again. Her voice was strained, her body suddenly much warmer than usual. “I- fuck, everything hurts.”

Momo grunted, falling limp in her arms. As much as it embarrassed her to feel like she had to fix it, that she had to be the solution to Jeongyeon’s stupid problem, her instincts still won over. She was still an omega, after all. And her stupid, dumb mate was in pain. And her stupid, dumb brain told her to fix it.

“What do you need, baby?” She whispered, craning her head so her neck was fully exposed to Jeongyeon, letting the alpha greedily suck on her mating mark. It was much more irritated now, her scent glands suddenly swollen and itchy, reacting to her mate’s rut. Momo hissed through her teeth, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head from how much it hurt.

“I need- I need you, Momo-“ Jeongyeon said between heavy breaths, grinding up against the younger girl, earning another whimper from her. “You smell so fucking good. Need my omega.”

Jihyo shifted, catching the pair’s attention. She was getting ready to pull out, but Jeongyeon stopped her by grabbing her arm.

“Need my beta, too. Need both of you with me. Please.” She whined.

Jihyo huffed, rolling her eyes, but didn’t move. She stayed pressed so deeply inside the omega, grinding her hips into hers in rhythm with Jeongyeon. Typical Jihyo.

“What should we do, baby?” Jihyo asked, finally looking up to lock eyes with Momo.

Momo was truly beside herself at that point. Jeongyeon was fucking rutting, practically trying to re-open the scarred mark on her neck each time she bit down. Jihyo, who had the smuggest expression on her face, was still clearly gunning on making her cum despite barely making an effort. The feeling of it all was just ridiculous. It felt so fucking good to be used like this, to service her mates. Pleasure and pain were completely blinding her by then, but it felt so fucking good. She didn’t care what they did anymore. The only thing she wanted was to be used- for them to keep doing exactly what they had been doing. Punishing her.

“Keep fucking going.” Momo said, still making eye contact with Jihyo. “Don’t stop. Neither of you have finished yet- this is still a punishment. Use me, but don’t make me cum.”

Jihyo nodded, whispering out a few panicked “okay”s as she started to move again. Jeongyeon was almost too busy drowning herself in Momo’s scent to notice JIhyo had started moving again, but the moment her brain caught up with her body, she was back at it, even harder than before. Momo was beside herself again- her body was trembling, broken whines spilling from her lips each time her mates thrusted into her. Jeongyeon’s movements were desperate, her mind clearly clouded with the need that came with her ruts, but Jihyo’s were calculated, the beta practically grinning each time she hit the exact spot she knew would make Momo see stars. And fuck, she was already starting to see them.

“Ji- alpha.” Momo whimpered as Jihyo purposefully dragged the tip of her strap against her g-spot. “I’m- I’m so close.”

Jihyo grinned as she pushed in again, in perfect time with Jeongyeon’s thrust, earning another squeak from the poor omega.

“Already, baby?” Jihyo cooed, her pace unrelenting. “Can’t hold on until we finish like you said you would?”

Momo scrunched her face, her eyes glued shut as she shook her head. Jeongyeon let out another pained growl as she continued to fuck up into her sloppily. She had finally managed to break Momo’s skin, the scar that she left long ago now throbbing with pain as it was opened up again. Momo’s neck felt swollen, angry- pulsing each time Jeongyeon licked and sucked at it, irritating it even further. Jihyo pressed back in, huffing with amusement at how Momo’s body reacted to it. It was so much. Momo had no fucking idea how her body hadn’t just seized by then, but fuck. She wasn’t sure if the wetness on her neck was Jeongyeon’s spit or her own blood. She didn’t want to know. Despite that, though, she was still leaking slick out, and the sounds of her mates fucking her were downright disgusting.

And to make matters even fucking worse, she could feel the base of Jeongyeon’s knot starting to press against her each time the alpha rutted her hips up.

“Hyo- Jihyo.” Jeongyeon grunted out through clenched teeth. “Need to knot her- pull out.”

Jihyo pouted.

“But I’m not even close-“

“I don’t care.” Jeongyeon growled, using her feet for leverage to press herself up, her knot now fully swollen against Momo’s ass. “She’s mine first. Give me room to- fuck, it hurts not being in her, Jihyo. Please.”

Jihyo didn’t stop. In fact, she went even fucking harder. Momo had no say in the matter, really. Her body was limp again, her brain overwhelmed by Jeongyeon’s stupid rut pheromones, but it felt so good. She couldn’t complain, really.

“I wanna finish first, Jeong. Then you can-“

“Then use her fucking mouth, I don’t care. Just- move, oh my god move.”

Momo barely had time to process what was happening. Suddenly, Jihyo did pull out, and Momo whined at the emptiness, her arms reaching out to try and pull the beta back in. Before she really knew it, she was flipped onto her knees, her chest pressed against the bed, and Jeongyeon had pulled out, too. But quickly, before she even had time to complain, Jeongyeon filled the place that Jihyo had been, sinking in right up to her knot with a moan of relief as she held onto Momo’s hips.

“All good, Momoring?”

Momo looked up finally to see Jihyo sitting in front of her against the pillows, her legs spread. She’d taken off the strap, giving Momo the perfect view of her glistening folds. Her voice was as sweet as the honey scent that radiated from her core, and it drove Momo absolutely wild with need. She nodded weakly, and Jihyo smiled softly down at her.

“Then be a good girl and make me cum, baby.” Jihyo whispered. “Use that pretty mouth of yours.”

That was all Momo needed to hear. She nodded as she shifted herself up just enough so that she could have a better angle before diving right in, dragging her tongue through Jihyo’s center before focusing on her clit. Jihyo’s hand found the back of her head, her fingers once again tangled in her dark locks, gripping tightly. At that, Jeongyeon finally started to move again, rutting her hips into Momo, practically grinding her knot against her entrance.

The feeling of it all made Momo’s body feel loose, jelly-like. Her neck throbbed with pain, but a good kind- the same kind she felt after Jeongyeon bit her the first time around. She did her best to focus on her job, on getting Jihyo off, but all of her senses were overwhelmed. The taste of the beta on her tongue, the sound of Jeongyeon’s needy whimpers, the feeling of the wetness against her face and the intrusion of Jeongyeon’s cock so deep inside of her, the scent of both of them mixing together. Tea and honey- her entire world.

“Momo- Momo.” Jeongyeon cried out, her hips stuttering. “Need to- please, need to knot you. Please.”

Momo whined against Jihyo’s core, the vibrations earning a low groan from the beta. Her grip on Momo’s hair tightened. It hurt. Jeongyeon thrusted again, smoother due to just how much slick Momo was producing. It was good. One thing after another, all of it building off of the last, amplifying everything Momo felt tenfold.

Fuck.

That’s when she realized Jeongyeon’s knot was about halfway in. She was at the point of no return. Panicked, she pulled away from Jihyo, an anxious cry slipping out of her when Jeongyeon pulled out and pressed herself in again.

“Ji. Please- I’m-“ Momo felt practically feral as she pleaded with the beta. “W-Want her knot- gonna cum, please.”

It barely made any sense. Jihyo looked at her with so much pity.

“Do you deserve it?”She asked, pressing Momo’s face back down. “You’ve been such a bad girl, Momo. I don’t think you deserve Jeongyeon’s knot. You didn’t even apologize for what you did.”

“Please-” Momo whined against her core. “Please I’ve been so good, let you use me- haven’t cum- please, alpha. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for what I did- I’ll be good. Make me good. Please, I’ll do anything.”

Jihyo smirked down at her.

“Keep going, then. You cum when I say so.”

It was an impossible task. Jihyo knew damn well the moment Jeongyeon knotted her, it was over. And right then, it was so close- Jeongyeon was practically fucking her with it, her entrance burning from the stretch in the best way possible. And based on how hard Jeongyeon was going, she didn’t plan to stop. Her ruts were always the same. Breed, breed, breed. That’s the only thing her stupid alpha brain was telling her to do. Momo was fucked. Literally.

“Gonna fill you up.” Jeongyeon grunted out. “Gonna give you so many pups, Momo- fuck.”

Disgusting. Cringy, even. Momo wanted it more than anything.

“Jihyo, she’s gonna-“ Momo warned, her voice muffled from still being pressed against Jihyo’s core. “I can’t help it if she- once it’s in I’ll break. You know that- please, Jihyo.”

So much for being a good girl.

Jihyo huffed, rolled her eyes. She let Momo hang for just a moment, didn’t give her a reply as she watched the omega continue to service her the best she could while Jeongyeon was ruining her. But there was something else there in the look she gave Momo- something soft, gentle. Silently, she helped angle Momo’s face back up just slightly, encouraging the omega to focus on her clit.

“Just- right there. Suck on it, baby. Hard as you can, don’t let up.”

She was giving Momo a way out.

So, Momo did exactly what she was told. After giving it a few soft licks, she took the now reddened bundle of nerves in between her lips, sucking it harshly. The action caused Jihyo to groan, her body falling limp against the pillows as her hand stayed firmly on the back of Momo’s head.

“Yes, just like that.” Jihyo practically moaned. “Good girl, such a good girl, Momo.”

“Our good girl.” Jeongyeon grunted, thrusting in again. “Our good little omega.”

And that she was.

With a few more strong sucks, Jihyo fell over the edge. Her body seized up as she cried out, her head falling back as she finally released Momo’s hair. It gave the omega just enough time to adjust herself, rocking her hips back against the alpha that was still so franticly fucking into her.

“Momo- Momo.” Jeongyeon cried out. “Need to- I’m gonna-”

Momo couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please, Jeong- Please!”

With one final, harsh thrust, Jeongyeon sank her knot in fully. The alpha let out a strangled growl as she fell forward, her teeth meeting Momo’s shoulder, clamping down and breaking the skin as she spilled inside her. Momo couldn’t help but practically scream. The sensation of being filled was enough- the coil that had been building in her stomach for what felt like hours by then finally fucking exploding as she came, too. It was too much for her body to handle- as soon as her peak evened out, everything went black.

When she came back to, she had been adjusted onto her side. Jeongyeon was pressed into her back, kissing at her shoulder. Clearly, she had been cleaned up already, the wetness at her neck almost completely gone. Jihyo was crawling back into the bed, holding something Momo couldn’t really make out in her hand. She tried to shift, but was immediately reminded she couldn’t go anywhere when she registered the feeling of Jeongyeon still being in her, her knot keeping her in place. She shuddered, whimpering.

“Hey, hey.” Jihyo whispered. “Easy, baby. Don’t move too much.”

Momo huffed and nodded, the pain finally catching up to her. Her neck hurt, and bad. Her scent glands were swollen, her skin practically screaming. Jihyo shifted so that she was on her knees in front of her, showing Momo that the object she had been holding was medicine.

“Jeong tore you up.” Jihyo said with a huff, cracking open the tube of ointment. “Your neck looks rough.”

“Sorry.” Jeongyeon grunted out, still preoccupied with mouthing at the new mark on Momo’s shoulder. “Don’t know what came over me.”

Jihyo reached over and flicked Jeongyeon’s ear, which made the older girl growl.

“Stupid alpha.” Jihyo scolded.

“Hey.” Jeongyeon hissed. “I can’t help it.”

“Oh, really? Is it that hard to not try to rip Momo’s throat out with your teeth?”

“I’m rutting, Jihyo. You’ll never know what that’s like- be grateful you won’t!”

“I’m glad I don’t. You’re a real dickhead, y’know that? You were so mean to me earlier.”

“Yah- I didn’t mean it!”

Momo rolled her eyes incredulously, letting them go at it. Leave it to those two to start fighting now, of all fucking times. Typical Jeongyeon and Jihyo. They continued to bicker as Jihyo carefully spread the ointment onto Momo’s neck. It hurt for a moment before settling in, easing most of the pain she was feeling. She could finally relax, her body going loose as her alpha wrapped her arm around her center, holding her tightly against her.

“But you did so good, Momo.” Jeongyeon said softly. “You took it like a champ. I’m sorry I…”

Her voice trailed off. Momo shook her head.

“‘S okay, Jeong. Really. I enjoyed it, every second of it. It was so good. Are you still rutting?”

Jeongyeon shifted slightly, angling her hips up so she pressed deeper in Momo. Momo grunted at the feeling, too spent to do anything but just let it happen.

“Can’t tell right now.”

Momo’s neck throbbed again. It was different, though. Clearly, it wasn’t from the pain. It felt comforting, but still on edge. It was how Jeongyeon was feeling.

“I think you are. Just try to get some sleep.”

Jeongyeon hummed out a reply. Jihyo finally moved to set the medicine on the nightstand, shifting back so that she laid down in front of Momo.

“You did so good for both of us, Momo.” The beta whispered softly, leaning in to kiss her. “So, so good for us.”

Momo preened at their words, a sense of accomplishment blooming in her chest. Jihyo kissed her lips a few more times before moving down, gently kissing at her neck. It hurt for just a moment before evening out, a wave of emotions washing over her as Jihyo scented her, marking her claim on her in the only way she really ever could. Jeongyeon was pressed against her shoulder, nosing at the skin. It was intimate, calming in a way Momo needed it to be. Having both of her mates with her like this after a rough scene was worth it, always would be. They took such good care of her.

“Love you. Both of you.” Momo whispered, half asleep.

“Love you, too, Momo.” Jeongyeon whispered.

“So, so much.” Jihyo added. “Our perfect girl.”

And really, that was all Momo wanted to hear. Breaking the rules had its perks, obviously.

#nik.txt #asks #my fics #twice fic #twice smut #jeongyeon #jihyo #momo #jeongmohyo #drabble requests

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ot9snumber1 · 2 years ago

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mommy!hyo putting r in their place in a public bathroom bc they kept teasing her 😵‍💫

she’s 3 fingers deep in r’s pussy, who’s moaning like crazy.

“shut the fuck up you slut! you want everyone to hear you?” 🫠

cw: semi-public sex, degradation

"m-mommy!" you yelp as jihyo pushes your face against the wall, her fingers going in and out at an insane pace. you feel her ring brush against your entrance every now and then and it drives you crazy.

"what did i just say?" she says, sounding more disappointed than angry. "do you want everyone outside to hear me fucking you, huh? are you that much of a whore?"

you shut up, resorting to strained whines as jihyo kept her pace up. "now the bitch won't talk. you learning your lesson?" she asks, her other hand pulling your hair to make your back arch for her. you nod weakly, your eyes screwing shut.

"good. you should know better than to act like a slut in public. be glad i love you, because i would've made you strip in the middle of the mall for doing that."

you deserve it, you think. it's a good thing jihyo always made her punishments feel good, she knows you wouldn't dream of teasing her in public ever again.

#sorry its a bit short ;;#asks #anon #drabble #mommy!jihyo #jihyo #jihyo x reader #twice x reader

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hwabyul4wheesun · 1 year ago

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---------------🩷 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓬𝓮 🩷----------------

------------------🩷 𝓘𝓶 𝓝𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓸𝓷 🩷---------------------

Headcanons - “How you met Nayeon” x fem!reader

----------------🩷 𝓨𝓸𝓸 𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝔂𝓮𝓸𝓷 🩷-----------------

Headcanons - "How you met Jeongyeon" x fem!reader

------------------🩷 𝓗𝓲𝓻𝓪𝓲 𝓜𝓸𝓶𝓸 🩷------------------

Nothing here yet~

--------------🩷 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓸𝔃𝓪𝓴𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓪 🩷----------------

Nothing here yet~

-------------------🩷 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓙𝓲𝓱𝔂𝓸 🩷-------------------

Headcanons - "how you met Jihyo" x fem!reader

-------------------🩷 𝓜𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓲 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓪 🩷-----------------

Nothing here yet~

-------------------🩷 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓓𝓪𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷 🩷-----------------

Nothing here yet~

-----------------🩷 𝓢𝓸𝓷 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰 🩷----------------

Nothing here yet~

--------------------🩷 𝓩𝓱𝓸𝓾 𝓣𝔃𝓾𝔂𝓾 🩷-----------------

Nothing here yet~

/)/) ( . .) ( づ♡

A/N: some pictures will change over time, just don't pay any mind to that

#twice #oneshots #imagines #drabble #im nayeon #yoo jeongyeon #hirai momo #minatozaki sana #park jihyo #myoui mina #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #chou tzuyu #zhou tzuyu

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babygirlnayeon · 2 years ago

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💖INTRODUCTION💖

I'm JJ, I'm a non binary Lesbian that uses they/them pronouns and I'll be writing for Twice on this account, Nayeon & Momo are my biases but I will write for any Twice ships/members and also y/n, I am most familiar with writing smut but will also write fluff if requested so feel free to send in any requests💖

That's it thank you for reading

#twice #nayeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mina #chaeyoung #dahyun #jeongyeon #tzuyu #smut #fluff #kpop #fanfic #drabble #one shot #imagine #nayeonbabygirly

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pt2change · 1 year ago

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pretty lips — park jihyo

pairing: park jihyo x reader

genre: bff!jihyo, but they have a crush on each other heehee, they’re having a sleepover, y/n has a sex dream, wlw smut, dom!jihyo……, men dni

word count: 957

↣ jihyo masterlist

a/n: hiiii sorry if it’s not the best, i’m new to writing wlw smut :( feedback is appreciated i hope you enjoy <3

⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒

“kiss me again, jihyo. i dare you.” you sigh in relief

“i want you to kiss me until i feel light headed. until i can’t breathe. until my body goes numb and i can’t feel anything else.” you pause briefly

“i need you to touch me. i want you to go as far as possible with me because i need this. i want you to make me forget about every other person i have been with.” you exhale, your chest moving up and down rapidly

and all jihyo does is look back at you, with a look on her face that’s just trying to figure you out

it doesn’t take long before you realize what jihyo’s thinking; does y/n want this? is this what you’ve been waiting for?

but jihyo doesn’t ask you anything

you’re always one step ahead, jihyo knows that you know the questions running through her own head

and jihyo knows your answer to those questions

“i want you, y/n” jihyo responds hurriedly

you smirk and lean in towards jihyo and capture her lips

and jihyo feels your smile tugging at the corner of your lips

as your shared kiss gets messier and deeper, jihyo moans in your mouth as your fingers run through her dark short hair

your hands move to the small of her back, grabbing her ass quickly before moving your hands to her hips

jihyo pulls away from your lips and moans in response

jihyo kneels on the bed hovering over you, leaning down slightly to get face to face

deciding to test the waters, jihyo pulls on your shirt to take it off

“fuck me, jihyo” you whisper to her, and she flashes you a grin

you giggle, kissing her hard before she pushes you against the bed

jihyo removes her soft pink plump lips from yours, moving down to your neck and your moans is all she hears

jihyo can’t help but notice how soft and beautiful your skin is, feeling as if she shouldn’t leave you with any marks

but still, she does it anyway. she kisses and sucks your neck repeatedly

when jihyo bites your neck in the midst of it all, you hiss

but not from the pain, but because you liked it. and jihyo knows it.

“fuck” you mutter quickly, your hands squeeze jihyo’s hips, as she continues to use her teeth

she pulls away from your neck to see all the lovebites she’s leaving you with

“you like that?” she purrs, giving small pecks to your neck

“mmhm” you moan, and jihyo faces you again, smirking before she grabs the hem of your shirt and takes it off

jihyo scoffs in amusement when she sees you’re not even wearing a bra underneath

she palms your breasts together, causing you to moan

when jihyo looks at you, you look back at her, and without saying anything she knows what you want

jihyo’s fingertips linger around your nipples slowly, before she starts kneading them with her fingers

you arch your back in response, and she smirks before reaching over to kiss your right breast

she kisses your left breast too, before taking it in her mouth

you squirm and whimper, arching your back once again, and jihyo takes it out of her mouth with a popping sound

you start bucking your hips against jihyo as she continues to play with your breasts, kissing and sucking them simply to hear the noises you make

“what do you want, huh?” jihyo says, as she moves her hand down to the hem of your pants, keeping her eyes on you

“touch me, jihyo. please.” you whimper, as she runs her fingers on your sides

she moves her right hand down your pants, “you want me to make you even more wet than before? hmm? to fuck you the best way that i can?” she whispers, giving you goosebumps

jihyo feels just how wet you are, and she smirks knowing it’s all because of her

she moves her fingers around your clit, before a series of moans escape from your lips

jihyo’s grin gets wider as her fingers move faster

you keep moaning, gripping the sheets and bucking your hips once again, “god”

jihyo stops momentarily to move her fingers down to your entrance, slowly putting 2 fingers inside of you

you hiss, before jihyo kisses you softly as a way to comfort you

pulling away, you nod your head, and jihyo curls her fingers, pumping them in and out of you

“say my name” she whispers in your ear, as you let out multiple moans

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

you sit up suddenly in bed, small drops of sweat forming near your hairline

you look around the room to see netflix’s “are you still watching?” on your screen

beside you, is your best friend, jihyo, snoring next to you

she’s laying on her stomach, but she has one arm wrapped around your midsection

you take a deep breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead

you’re not surprised about the fact that you had a sex dream about a girl, but that the girl was jihyo….

jihyo, who you had rejected just a few hours ago because you didn’t want to ruin your friendship

and here you were, dreaming about jihyo doing inappropriate things to you

you thought that if maybe you put your feelings about jihyo aside, then it wouldn’t matter

but it mattered, because you found happiness and love, whether romantic or platonic, with jihyo

(you’re gonna have to revisit last night’s conversation with jihyo when she wakes up)

you lay back down facing jihyo, using your free hand to stroke her beautiful sleeping face

and you resist the urge to kiss her pink lips as your eyes close

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multidol-masterlist · 4 months ago

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PRONTO

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pttwice · 5 months ago

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thinking of little!nayeon being antsy to leave a restaurant while caregiver!jihyo is taking her sweet time to flirt with a pretty waitress (momo)

“mommy i wanna go hooome,” nayeon whines and rests her head on jihyo’s shoulder.

jihyo does her best to ignore her little’s complaints. she continues her conversation with their waitress, her pen still hovering over the signature line on the check.

“i think that’s awesome that you’ve worked here so long. is culinary in your future?”

momo nods, her cheeks a light shade of pink as jihyo finally signs the check. she takes the little clipboard and tucks it into her apron pocket. “that’s the goal. culinary school’s expensive though, so i have to save as much as i can first. i do like this job though, so i don’t mind working.”

nayeon grumbles softly to herself. jihyo doesn’t catch much other than bits and pieces of “not fair”, “bored”, and “wanna play”.

“i think you’ll be successful, especially if you’re this passionate about food.” jihyo smiles, her eyes momentarily flitting down to momo’s smile.

nayeon lifts her head up as she sees her mommy’s eyes briefly glance down. she raises an eyebrow, curious about the action. having no filter when she’s regressed, nayeon slowly puts two and two together. she figures out the fastest way to get her mommy out of the restaurant even if it’ll embarrass jihyo to no end.

“well, thank you. i hope we see you two soon-”

“my mommy thinks you’re pretty. that’s why she was looking at your lips and that’s why we’re still here and not at home playing with kookeu and bbuyo.” nayeon blurts everything out, a satisfied and innocent smile on her face as jihyo’s cheeks quickly burn bright red.

jihyo turns her head, eyes wide as she looks at nayeon. “im nayeon,” she scolds, clearing her throat as she nervously smiles back at momo. “i’m sorry. she just gets a little antsy.”

momo’s pink cheeks nearly match jihyo’s. she waves her hand dismissively and smiles softly. “i-it’s okay. i’ve worked with littles before.”

“if you want my mommy’s number, i can write it down. i’m really really good at numbers, and-”

before nayeon can expose and embarrass jihyo any further, she covers her little’s mouth. gently pulling her and her bag out of the booth, jihyo thanks momo again and waves before pushing nayeon out the door.

“we’ll come back so my mommy can keep flirting with you!”

that’s the last thing momo hears as the door closes behind them. she laughs to herself and shakes her head as she watches jihyo scolding nayeon in the parking lot. she hopes nayeon’s right.

#joon writes drabbles 🦖#twice agere #sfw agere #little!nayeon #caregiver!jihyo

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hyewka · 2 years ago

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idk if this is allowed but,

threesome with yeonjun and beomgyu

⭑ fetish! | c.yj & c.bg ࿐

⭑ synopsis; when a late night conversation with soju and beer transforms into the calling out of choi beomgyus historical pattern of hook up bluffs the attention eventually shifts to you and your sex endeavors.

⭑ warnings; inexperienced!reader, sort of soft dom!yj & switch!gyu, cunninglingus, gagging, throat fuck, cum eating, unsafe sex, creampie, basically all of them are drunk to some degree, iffy word choice with consent but its all definitely consensual, doll/baby petname, childhood best friends/college au

⭑ note; i don’t know how to feel about this at all and i feel like i might wake up one day and just randomly despise it with my entire being but here is a threesome fic long overdue on this blog, take it with what you will because this might just be the last time i ever attempt to challenge my skills 😭

⭑ send in a small prompt with the format of (member) + (nsfw prompt) and ill write you a small drabble!

“So what if we didn’t go all the way, I still got to eat her out. Which she loved F.Y.I.”

Yeonjun snorts, downing his drink. “Dude you’re such a loser.”

“Just say you don’t get bitches like I do.”

You don’t mean to, but that’s what breaks your nonchalance, cracking up like that was the funniest thing you’ve heard.

Like clockwork, both of their heads turn to you expectantly, as if remembering that you’re here with them and you know you just messed up. Maybe if you keep looking at your phone they’d know to leave you alone.

This has been a thing since highschool; their dumb Who Gets More Action wars that served almost no purpose but to stroke their young male egos. More times than you could count, you’re for some reason sucked in as the end all be all judge even if there were others present they could go and bother with details of their sex life.

You’re not letting that happen tonight. You will not become Simon Cowell of who fucks more.

“Hey,” Beomgyu starts nudging you with his feet, annoyingly persistent. “Hey hey, get off your phone, what are you laughing at?”

Yeonjun easily swipes your phone from your hands making you throw your head back groaning. God, to hell with him. “Give it back!” you whine. He shrugs, stuffing your phone in his pockets. Asshole.

You glare at him with murder on your mind, but all that gets you is a condescending pout thrown your way.

“Ughhh I’m going to throw up, stop with the flirting.”

You throw your plastic cup at Beomgyu’s face, and he flinches back in the most dramatic sense ever. “Bitch.” you mutter.

Yeonjun ignores Beomgyu’s comment altogether. “Everyone knows I get more bitches than you Beomgyu. That’s why she laughed. Plus, you make up shit all the time.”

“I do not.”

“You do. You lied about Yoo Jimin.” You recall, giving up on getting your phone back.

Yeonjun makes a sound of remembrance, clasping his hands together. “That was actually so funny. Yoo Jimin. You’ve lost your mind.”

Beomgyu shoots you a betrayed look, “No way you believe his propaganda! We literally had sex! Halloween 2021!”

You give him a skeptical look, brows raised. Beomgyu could fool anyone, but he can’t fool Yeonjun, let alone you. Beomgyu and Jimin? Didn’t make sense. Not on Earth at least.

“That’s one person anyway who cares.” he mutters.

“Ryujin.” You name. “She’s lesbian Gyu. Even when she was questioning she would’ve rather killed herself than let a man touch her.”

Yeonjun barks into laughter, leaning into you. “Ryujin of all people is fucking mental man.”

“Two people, still very little.” he counters.

Was that a challenge? If he wanted to play this game, you would be an expert.

“Jihyo, Miyeon—”

“I fucked Miyeon.”

“Yeah but you said she let you fuck her in the ass, which! She revealed never happened.”

He gasps in horror, face dropped, like that had to be the most offensive thing hes heard.

“I literally have proof it happened, holy shit Miyeon’s a pathological liar.” Beomgyu fumbles his phone, eyes laser focused as his thumb swipes in rapid speed. You snicker, he’s such an idiot. You know he’ll turn up empty but hes on a mission so you let him be.

“Can you pass me the beer?” you mutter lazily, feeling the alcohol hit you now, making a grabbing motion to the can far from your reach.

“Sure you want more?” Yeonjun whispers, with a similarly lazy slur to his words.

You were all clearly buzzed out, sprawled on the floor of your living room, your table pushed to the side with multiple beer cans crushed in a mess. It’s your version of heaven— a little sad maybe, but it was the perfect mix of mundane and fun to you.

“Just beer.” You reply.

He nods, grabbing it for you and instinctively twisting the cap open. Hes’ always been like that, an acts of service sort of guy. The small flex of his veins when he does it is something you silently take note of. You’re so far gone with your small crush on him.

You clear your throat, snapping yourself out of it. “Thanks. Are you gonna give me back my phone or?”

He pretends to think it over, before clicking his tongue. “Nah, later.”

You roll your eyes, taking a sip from your can.

“We don’t get to hangout like this often, missed it y’know? So you can hold off your phone addiction for a bit and stop acting bratty.” he teases.

“Aye aye captain.”

He tuts at you, nudging your shoulder. “I literally cringe internally every time you say that.”

You hum, looking over at Beomgyu. Who is incredibly tense, almost frozen. “Why’d you stop scrolling?”

Maybe Yeonjun saw what you saw, Beomgyu’s face incredibly red, and eyes so weirdly fixed on his phone because he immediately scoots to him, nosy to take a look at his phone screen.

You study Yeonjun’s face. His brows slowly rise. And the only thing he says is “Damn.”

“What?” you ask, curiosity peaked. Nobody answers though, seemingly hypnotised by whatevers on Beomgyus screen.

Yeah, thats enough for your lazy ass to get up and see what they’re looking at.

…To say it’s not what you expect at all is an understatement.

The video playing has no audio, but the visual splayed out in Beomgyu’s hand is all it takes for your thighs to rub instinctively. The phone was obviously placed by the bedside, the view a little tilted, the girl with her face pressed onto the sheets as Beomgyu fucks into her mercilessly unrecognisable, the bed quite literally shaking to match his rhythm. Your face grows hot, and your throat dries, the video looks old because his hair is longer, messier, something that looked like it was from freshman year.

You’re surprised, it’s more than real. He really was going at it.

“I’m fucking her ass here.”

Holy shit. That must’ve hurt like a bitch.

“How would we know it’s Miyeon though?” Yeonjun says, eyes set on the screen.

Beomgyu forwards the video towards the end and lets it play—its the part where he picks up the phone and holds the girls head up by her hair, turning her over, capturing her face fucked out, a mix of spit and cum evidently all over, but more than that, its Miyeon’s face covered in filth.

You bite down on your lips, nervously looking at Beomgyu—who catches your stare. “What?”

You shake your head, dismissing him.

Truth is, this might’ve been the most you’ve seen from Beomgyu in this light. The light that you’ve heard plenty of, but obviously never thought you’d actually…see. Hes always been slutty, especially with him being infamous for his gross PDA on campus, but seeing it—seeing him actually fucking the light out of someone…you gulp down the lump stuck in your throat.

“You’re a freak dude.” Yeonjun says, laughing.

“But not a liar.”

“Nah you’ve yet to prove Jimins, wheres the tape?”

“You just wanna see her getting railed, touch luck bitch.” Beomgyu closes his phone making you realise you were still staring. “Hey, you good? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Beomgyu shifts his attention to you, making you nervous, shrugging his concern off.

Yeonjun speaks for you instead, a smirk plastered on his face. “She’s a virgin, basically saw something worse than a ghost.”

God, this again!

“I’m not a virgin holy shit Yeonjun!”

“I’m not a virgin holy shit Yeonjun.” He mimics annoyingly high pitched and you groan.

“I’m not. I’ve had multiple boyfriends before.”

“Three.” Beomgyu says, “You’ve had three boyfriends.”

“All very long and fruitful relationships, mind you.”

Yeonjun leans back on the couch, stretching his arms behind his back and you know this is a sign that he’s going to be a little bitch about this. “How far have you went?”

“All the way.” you glare back challengily, sipping on your beer.

“Had someone nut in your ass?”

You snap your head to Beomgyu in horror, upper lip quirked. Of course he’d be curious about that. “Damn I’m taking that as a no.”

You force a smile and flip him off rightfully. The little bitch sticks his tongue out at you in retaliation and you have half the mind to not smack him.

“Have you done it without a condom?”

You narrow your eyes at that. Yeonjun’s awfully curious, way too curious for someone whos never been curious. Seriuously, he’d be the last person to care for your sex life. Maybe Beomgyu—totally Beomgyu, but not Yeonjun.

“Is this an interrogation?”

Yeonjun shrugs.

“I—okay, I haven’t. I bet you guys haven’t either.” You immediately regret saying that, it’s obvious they’ve done something so trivial. And its even made more obvious when both of them start laughing maniacally.

Your face runs red, resorting to chugging more beer.

Beomgyu rests his head on your lap suddenly and you quirk your brow down at him. “What? Your thighs are comfortable.”

You narrow your eyes at him, skeptical of what exactly he’s trying to pull until Yeonjun’s asking you questions again after calming down from his laughing fit.

“Gotten fingered?”

“Well no shit.”

Beomgyus attention is piqued, “You have?”

“How else am I supposed to…you know..get prepped?” you say, coughing around the word.

Beomgyu snorts, “You just did the most virgin thing ever oh my god.”

“That’s why I don’t believe a single thing coming out of her mouth.”

“I’m not a virgin.” you say for the umpteenth time. When they both exchange silent looks, you clear your throat. “But, I might be a little…inexperienced. That’s it though, I’m not a virgin. I’ve had sex…like twice.”

Beomgyu shoots up, making you jump in shock. “Twice?!” he shouts. He looks at you like you might’ve just led the saddest life of the entirety of human history.“And three boyfriends? The math isn’t…”

“Well one of them believed pre-marital sex would have us damned so—”

“Oh yeahh, your Christian boy Mark.” Yeonjun marvels. “That guy was a total bitch.”

Yeah, Mark. The guy you thought you’d end up marrying someday, until he decided to cheat with an anal whore as you call it. Cheating on you in broad daylight, in the apartment you shared wasn’t enough, he tried to mansplain the difference between anal virginity and vaginal virginity right after he was caught.

You shudder remembering the scene.

“A little unrelated but I always sort of thought you guys fucked.” Beomgyu starts, breaking the silence. “Like at least once.”

You sigh, he’s never letting this sexual tension bullshit thing go. If anything, Yeonjun probably saw you in the least sexual light possible. Unfortunately. “No. No we haven’t Beomgyu, we keep telling you this.”

“You” He points a finger at you, “Keep telling me this. Not him. That’s suspicious.”

Yeonjun doesn’t say anything even as both you and Beomgyu stare at him— he just mixes his soju and beer together for another shot.

You relent, speaking up. “Yeonjun tell him we haven’t fucked so he can stop insinuating that we’re freaks behind closed doors 24/7.”

Beomgyu snickers at that, still toying with the fabric of your shorts. You think it’s just out of habit.

“Yeah, we haven’t.” Yeonjun finally confirms.

You widen your eyes at Beomgyu to taunt him, getting all up on his face, nonverbally celebrating an I told you so. He just rolls his eyes at you, a dumb smile on his face.

“But I want to.”

…What.

That has both you and Beomgyu frozen, his smile slowly dropping before he turns to face Yeonjun.

Your mind works overtime trying to process whether you heard that right, did it have any hints of a joke, why couldn’t you pick up on it then? Or whether all your life you’ve read it all wrong—is it the drinks speaking or? But drunk words are sober thoughts…right? Is he just-

“Huh?” Beomgyu’s the one to ask for a clarification first.

He only shrugs, proving that none of you heard him wrong. “I wanna fuck her. I mean, you’re hot I’m not being unreasonable.”

You don’t know how to respond without sounding like an even more awkward virgin, so you stay silent, trying to make sense of it in your own head. But when you catch Beomgyu slowly nodding from your peripheral vision like what Yeonjun’s saying makes sense, you painfully nudge him.

He whines, defending himself almost immediately. “What? He’s not wrong, you’re mega hot now.”

You squeeze your eyes shut irritated, “Don’t—god, don’t ever say ‘mega hot’ again.”

Beomgyu mumbles something intelligible, something that sounded like one of his sulky protests that you just ignore as the room falls silent again. Yeonjun seems completely unbothered of the atmosphere, drinking his somaek like this was just another normal day, like he didn’t just air out something that could potentially completely flip your entire dynamic.

The tension is thick, and it suddenly feels way too hot to be here anymore but then Beomgyu speaks up again. “Do you know how to suck a dick?”

You snort, not answering as you keep your eyes on the floor.

But it’s impossible to ignore him when he keeps staring at you, almost too intensely for a question you thought was to break the tension. You look to his face, and there’s no sign of lightheartedness anywhere. He was seriously asking. “So? Do you?”

You decide to humor him, anything to get over this suffocating silence. “Sort of.”

Yeonjun chuckles, “What does ‘sort of’ mean?”

You roll your eyes, frankly irritated that he’s even speaking right now. “Sort of means I can, but I don’t know if I’m …good at it.”

He hums in understanding, nodding. “Wanna test your skills out right now?”

Your eyes bulge out, blinking rapidly as you look at Yeonjun in shock. Did he seriously just…say that? Your face grows even hotter as you stutter around a response.

But before you could even form a proper response, Beomgyu says something first, whining into his hands. “I literally cannot be the only one really fucking turned on right now.”

At his words, your eyes instinctively look down to his pants and god, he wasn’t kidding. You don’t know how you haven’t noticed until now, but the imprint of his dick building a tent in his sweatpants has you looking away like you’ve just seen the most sinful thing ever. You don’t miss the small patch of wetness at the top either. You rub your thighs together again, this time you curse your body for reacting because most of their attention was collectively on you now.

Meaning, they would inevitably notice small details.

And that they did. Yeonjun laughs, but it has laces of mean-spiritedness that has your brain frying at a faster speed. “You aren’t the only one. Our little dolls’ horny as shit too, aren’t you? Look at you rubbing your thighs for just the little bits of friction.” Yeonjun says the last part with a pout, so condescendingly, his eyes heavy lidded with what you’re sure is lust.

That gets Beomgyu’s attention, who was lost in his own dilemma, who’s close enough to touch you, to do something, and that has you more nervous than the time you had to present an unfinished slideshow to the harshest professor in your major.

Your throat is dry again, and you can’t seem to get out a word no matter how hard you try. Beomgyu licks his lips momentarily, staring at you, waiting for something, maybe a cue? You don’t know, but they’re both definitely waiting.

Beomgyu’s impatient, and shameless, if that wasn’t already obvious enough. With a rasp to his voice, he whispers, “God, I really wanna touch you right now.”

And you whisper back, like this was secret gossip you’d exchange between yourselves at recess about who was mean to who, who liked who, except this time you’re all grown up, and he’s asking to…touch you. You look behind Beomgyu, Yeonjun very much invested in what’s happening makes you on the fence. “But it’ll—it’ll get…weird. Like, between us.”

Beomgyu’s quick to counter. “No, no it won’t, I promise. Everything’s going to be the exact same. Just baby, please. Let me take care of you.”

The use of a petname again has you biting down on your lips. You search his eyes, and he looks so…desperate, the sudden switch baffling to you, so different from how you usually see him. Is this how he gets with the girls he fucks? It’s so hot, you’ve never been met with this much enthusiasm.

Your feelings heighten even more when he whispers again at your silence, “Please, I’m dying here.”

You let out a breath you were holding in, nodding, “Okay, it’s—it’s okay. You can. Touch me I mean.”

This is the absolute last thing in the world you’d ever expected, like ever. Beomgyu touching you, ministrating your breasts roughly with his big hands through your top, kneeling between your legs, kissing all over from your jaw to your neck like he hasn’t gotten action in decades. It’s like everywhere, your skin scorches, every inch—and he’s so fiery, so harsh with his squeezes and bites that you’re so unprepared for, so unprepared in fact that your eyes already brim with tears, head becoming light with too much stimulation in too little time as you feel him play with your shorts in attempt to take them off.

Suddenly, Beomgyu’s shoved off you completely, having him fall on his ass with a thud. Your eyes fly open in worry, only to be met with Yeonjun way closer to you than earlier. “Dude, calm down you’re going too fast.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes irritably, “You know you could’ve told me that without fucking throwing me off her, right?”

“Like your ass would listen.” Yeonjun mutters, refocusing his attention to you, “Come on, get up on the couch doll, I’ll show you how its done.”

You’re hesitant. You’re okay with messing around with Beomgyu—you are because he’s the best friend that you have zero romantic feelings for, but Yeonjun? You already have this…tiny crush on him that has been fostering since the dawn of times, a light lit then dimmed for years throughout the time you’ve known him…would this not set it on a full blown out fire? Are you ready to risk getting your rocks off to find out?

Yeonjun calls your name again, snapping you out of your reverie. “If you don’t want to I’m not gonna…”

“No no, um—sorry I was just, like, thinking. Sure.” you choke out, cheeks red.

Fuck it.

You situate yourself on the couch like he instructed, looking at Beomgyu for a second in semi-panic, but that horndogs too far gone to properly communicate with you through telepathy so you’re left a puddle, a little jittery as you nervously pick at the thread of the old couch, preparing yourself for whats to come.

Yeonjun smiles, slotting himself between your legs. “I’m gonna take it slow, ‘kay? Tell me if it becomes too much and I’ll stop.”

You nod, taking a deep breath then out to calm your nerves. You don’t have to help him out with pulling your shorts down, it’s like he’s so experienced that he knows how to get around it without you doing much. Which doesn’t help to make you relax…at all. He’s experienced, and you’re not. That’s a cause of a million worries running through your mind at the moment.

The air that had felt so hot earlier, feels cool now, and you shudder a little. “You’re drenched doll, that’s cute.”

Beomgyu finally sits himself next to you, hand on his crotch, slowly rubbing it out as he stares at what Yeonjun sees, craning his neck to get a good look. And you feel…so exposed, it makes your ears red with a mix of shame and arousal as you squeeze your eyes shut.

You jolt a little when you feel his tongue poking at your entrance through your panties—he’s slow as he licks up your slit, soaking your underwear more and more.

“Any of your boyfriends ever eat you out?” Beomgyu asks, hand squeezing his cock through his sweats, before having the genius idea of replacing his with yours—his warm hands resting on yours, guiding you to press down harder on his boner. As if he’s showing you—making you feel how big he is.

You shake your head to his question, and he airs out a chuckle. God, you really want to slap yourself for finding that so attractive. “Of course. Might as well be a real virgin.”

You want to retort back, you really do, because god forbid Beomgyu have the last word, but it's impossible when Yeonjun hooks his finger to push your underwear to the side because you're a goner, a goner the minute you feel his warm breath on your skin, and even worse when you feel his tongue lapping at your core, the direct contact making you gasp out a moan, jolting you awake, clearing your drunk daze.

"Yeonjun, Yeonjun shit-" you don't mean to tighten your grip on Beomgyu, but you do in response to Yeonjuns stimulation which has him hiss, bucking into your touch.

"Do that again. Harder. Touch me baby, yeah, just like that." He babbles, holding onto your wrist, groaning when you oblige, wrapping your hand on his clothed shaft and squeezing the base.

Yeonjun looks at you through lidded eyes, his hands firmly keeping your legs apart, nose brushing against your clit every so often to tease before he finally decides to flatten his tongue against it, finger prodding at your entrance at the same time, making you inexpectantly arch your back, moaning. "F-fuck Jjun!"

You could feel the smirk, the cockiness radiating off him— it oozes even, it's so evident he likes this dynamic, you so reactionary to each little thing he does.

Beomgyu helps you palm his dick before he finally relents, too horny out of his mind, shoving your hand down his pants, making you feel his hot dick, so sticky and wet, it's lewd. "'Move your hand baby, c'monnn. Good girl." He groans, trying to guide you to a speed he finds fitting.

You start getting the hang of it, your hand jerking off his dick without help even as you're practically dumbed out with Yeonjun's tongue working at your sex, trying to purposefully make you lose your mind.

“Pussy so good doll, so good.” his words muffle against your core and it sends a vibration that has your pace falter.

Suddenly, Yeonjun detaches, making you feel terribly empty, and horrible because you were sure you were close. Before you could complain, your eyes widen at him unbuttoning his jeans, dropping them to the floor to have his cock flinging out of his boxers. He gives it a couple strokes, breathing heavy as he stares at your pussy. Wet with his spit, messy. He groans, biting his lips raw and you’ve just never felt so much as a prey until now. “Gonna fill you up soon, don’t worry doll.”

“Pay attention to me too,” Beomgyu whines, kissing your neck again, the space under your earlobe, his teeth grazing against your skin, just begging to have your attention. “Unfair if it’s only him.” he breathes, kissing and kissing and kissing, until he decides to move up to your lips, taking you up a wind as you jerk his dick off faster.

His whines and mewls melt into the sloppiness of the kiss and god is it the hottest thing ever, shit.

Yeonjun basically breaks the kiss by pushing Beomgyu off of you again, and if you had half the mind to think, you would’ve caught the irritation radiating off Beomgyu at Yeonjuns constant cock blocking.

You can’t think now, not when Yeonjun’s lining his dick up with your hole, feeling his hot tip prodding and your pussy fluttering around nothing to suck him in. “Ready? Relax yourself so it’ll feel good, ‘kay?”

You nod, humming.

“Words princess.”

“I’m—I’m ready Jjunie.”

He gives you a crooked grin, fingertips digging into the plush of your hips.

You try, you really do, you try giving them both an experience but the more Yeonjun pushes himself in you, the slower your hand becomes until you finally let go, breathing heavy at the inexplicable feeling of just…fullness. When he’s flush and snug against your core, completely inside you, he relishes, he stays there, eyes fluttering closed with his face so, so close to yours.

And he whispers to you, words Beomgyu can’t possible hear even if he wishes to, and even words you could’ve missed if you weren’t so in tune with every single sense that you’re feeling right now.

“Wish he wasn’t here when I could finally have you.”

You’re driven over the edge, not even given the time to process, before he’s drilling his dick into you—in then back, slowly before he’s building up to snapping his hips, having you gasp in shock at each thrust. You let the stray tear run down, hell, at this point you’re giving all autonomy of your body to the two boys right now, you’re not in control of anything anymore.

“Tight, so tight and warm,” he groans, getting faster, “Shoulda prepped you more, huh? Fuckin’ tighter than a virgin, can barely move.” He laughs breathy.

You just nod, nod at whatever filthy shit he says, tightening your grip on the couch, squeezing your eyes shut at how the pain just bleeds into the pleasure. You’ve never had it like this with your past boyfriends, it never felt like this.

Suddenly, you feel something hot poking at your cheek which spurs you to open your eyes. Your eyes damn near almost bulge out at Beomgyu’s size, cock insistently trying to move past your lips.

“Want your mouth, please, fuck.”

Can you even take that in your mouth?

He doesn’t wait for your contemplation, that’s not Beomgyu’s thing. He does it anyway, managing to slide his dick in your mouth, not even letting you get used to it like Yeonjun had even when he’s a lot bigger, pushing all the way in. He throws his head back, groaning curses as you gag around his length, breathing restricted.

“God you’re so hot like this, princess. Taking my cock so well,” he growls, moving his hips to fuck your mouth. Your eyes water, burning as the taste of him overpowers your senses— all of that paired with Yeonjun’s rhythm getting rougher and more frantic has you lose yourself in ecstasy you don’t think you can handle.

You think you might just faint.

“Have you always been like this? So good at sucking cock, slutty throat just waiting to be stuffed with dick?” Beomgyu rambles filth, losing himself faster than Yeonjun, looking down at you with so much hunger. You return his gaze, blinking up at him innocently, as if to disagree. You’re not slutty, you aren’t.

But that seems to spur him on a completely different direction, like something snapped inside him, cursing loudly as he ruthlessly starts fucking into your mouth. Your mind clouds, dizziness setting in as you feel Yeonjun attach his lips to your nipple through your flimsy top, sucking harshly, making a mess of your shirt with his spit.

You garble around Beomgyu’s dick, trying to say something but it only comes out intelligible and like complete nonsense, it’s humiliating.

“God, you’re sucking me in so greedily, want me to fill you up with my cum so bad, huh?”

Yeonjun slaps your ass and you jolt again, snot and mascara running down your face. He starts kneeding your cheeks, snapping into you rougher, and somehow deeper, you fucking lose it. “You want it so bad, right? Say something baby, or I won’t give it to you.”

You nod, mouth still stuffed with Beomgyu’s cock, who he isn’t intent on stopping any time soon.

It’s enough for Yeonjun you guess because before you know it, you feel hot substance shoot up, filling you to the brim with his cum, still pumping it in even as your orgasm washes over you. You’re beyond overstimulated, especially when Beomgyu cums around the same time, his hot load forcing its way down your throat.

He holds your head against his abdomen, groaning the more he defills you. “Fuck if you do that I might just fall for you,” he growls, voice down octaves, fixating his eyes on how your throat gulps down his cum like it’s water at the Sahara. The taste is so strong, you start coughing up some of it out when his dick flops out of your mouth sticky, finally regaining your breath, gasping for air in large amounts, your cunt spilling Yeonjun’s seed onto the couch slowly, dribbling down to the floor to make a mess.

Beomgyu suddenly pushes Yeonjun out of the way to slot himself between your legs, kissing at your pussy.

“Beomgyu, don’t, can’t—stop, too much-” you try reasoning but he doesn’t listen, that brat. He just starts going at it, lapping at the cum spilling, his lips glistening with the wetness, alternating between kissing and licking your cunt. “‘Course you can baby, you can take it.”

You bite down hard on your lips, lightheaded as you look down at the man ravaging your pussy and cleaning you up at the same time.

To hell with that ‘nothing’s going to change’ bullshit promise, something definitely changed tonight and you can’t put your finger around what.

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #beomgyu hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt hard hours #txt x reader #beomgyu hard thoughts #yeonjun hard thoughts #✶ ━━ rana ; answered

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itzyjinnie · 27 days ago

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Heyyyyy💖

Does anyone have any fluff requests (or smut ig) for me to do (preferably including Itzy but may also do Aespa, Blackpink, Twice, i-dle or Le Sserafim if I get inspired) please leave the idol, ship or polycule you want along with either a prompt or a sentence starter so I have something to base it on

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mercurygguk · 2 years ago

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head over skates · jjk ; part i.

··· SUMMARY; jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you happen to have known him for as long as you can remember but he is not who he used to be and you simply can't stand it.

so what happens when you're suddenly stuck doing a project with him for three weeks?

SERIES MASTERLIST · # TAG · MOOD BOARDS · PLAYLIST

PAIRING; hockey player!jungkook x f. reader

GENRE; fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au

WORDCOUNT; 1,514

RATING; 18+

WARNINGS; swearing

a/n; HEAD OVER SKATES SERIES IS HERE!!!! it’s a drabble series now so these chapters will be short but that’s better than nothing amirite :)) i hope you like this first part! enjoyyy <3 also, please lmk what you think!

“The project will be done in pairs of two–”

Jihyo copies your smirk from across the room as you lock eyes with her. You were thinking the same thing – you and her will pair up and do this project together. As best friends and classmates since freshman year, you’ve learned that you work the best alongside each other. However, both of your smirks crumble into tiny pieces as Professor Kim finishes her sentence.

“–which have already been decided beforehand.”

You let out a quiet, frustrated groan as you slump in your seat. Jihyo pouts and shoots a glare at Professor Kim without her noticing. You watch with a bored expression as she pulls up a document showing the pairs for the project. You skim the document until your eyes land on your name, written in Times New Roman right next to–

Oh, hell no.

The universe has a sick sense of humor, is the first thought your brain is able to process as you stare at the name written next to yours. It’s the name of the one person you haven’t spoken to since senior year of high school. It’s the name of the one person you still hold a grudge against. It’s the name of your childhood best friend and high school crush – Jeon Jungkook.

When you first met Jungkook, he was just 5 years old and nothing like the man he is today.

Back then he had just moved in across the street and it didn’t take long for you to realize he was the cutest, most shy little boy – you can ask anyone who knew him back then. He was careful with everything from animals to dead objects to other people and yet he was just a pinch of wild and reckless enough to allow himself to do some of the crazy stuff kids do when growing up. He was smaller than the other boys at his age; short and skinny, a round head, framed by his thick strands of black hair. He also had big, star-filled doe eyes that could convince any adult to let him have everything his way. And having his way was something Jungkook got used to as he grew older – sometimes a bit too much perhaps.

As his best friend during all the years going from elementary school through middle school and the first years of high school, you witnessed it first hand – teachers and his friends alike were all willing to go out of their way to make sure Jungkook was satisfied. No one really knows how that came to be – perhaps it had nothing to do with Jungkook at all but everything to do with the fact that his father was the board director at one of the biggest enterprises in the country.

Jungkook has always been very oblivious, hence why he didn’t put much thought into the special treatment he received from everyone as soon as people found out just how rich his parents were.

While in middle school, he had yet to realize how girls were starting to look at him, how they would giggle whenever he would flash his boyish smile in their direction, how they would almost trip over each other to get his attention and call his name during lunch breaks only to blush and say ‘nevermind’ when he would finally react. Jungkook had yet to realize that he was becoming hotter and less shy. He was oblivious as ever but still cute nonetheless.

And while all this went down, you watched from the sideline, wondering when he would realize – wondering when your friendship would end. Because it would. You knew that from the moment Jungkook flirtatiously smirked and winked at your friend one day without realizing. Or maybe he did. Either way, you realized it on his behalf – he was slowly becoming a big flirt.

It’s now five years later and you were right. And as much as you like to be right, you’ve never hated it more.

Your friendship did end.

It started fading out almost as soon as Jungkook realized what he was able to achieve with his good looks and flirty nature. Now you and Jungkook attend the same college but in two different worlds most of the time. The chances of you and him ever going back to being friends like you were when you were pre-teens are minimal. And it’s not like you’re trying to befriend him again.

Cocky jocks who think they’re the shit aren’t exactly your first choice when making friends.

And somehow during your high school junior year, Jungkook became one of them. He picked up on the term ‘working out’ and found out he had muscles and how to grow them. He also found out how to use those exact muscles to make the girls swoon, making them feed his ego way more than what is considered healthy. And as if that wasn't enough, Jungkook began practicing hockey.

And guess what? He was damn good at it.

Ego overfed.

As time went by, you and Jungkook talked less. He was busy with his new friends, playing hockey, and hanging out with girls that were way more interesting than his best friend, also known as you. Eventually you found yourself spending time with other people instead of him, finding it tiring and painful to be the second choice whenever his other friends didn’t have time or when his parents would mention you and he would 'suddenly' remember you existed.

The sight of different girls from school entering and leaving his house without his parents knowing wasn’t that fun either if you’re being honest.

Although, you never actually told him that – but you didn’t have to because the two of you were gliding apart by each day you spent doing your own thing. It hurt but your silly crush eventually turned into anger which later turned into despisal and borderline hatred towards your former best friend. Because Jeon Jungkook was nothing more than just another jock with an overfed ego and way too many fangirls trailing behind him everywhere he goes.

Your point is deemed proven the moment Jungkook gets up from his seat in the back and makes his way to you – said fangirls all turn their scowling gazes to you the second they realize what is happening. You feel his presence before he opens his mouth to greet you, something about it making your stomach churn as he plops down in the seat next to you.

“Hey, partner,” he grins when you slowly turn to face him. “What are the odds, huh?”

You don’t spare him a glance nor a reply as you get up from your seat, leaving him behind and trying your very best to ignore the way his eyes follow your every move. Your professor seems less than excited to see you standing next to her desk as she looks up at you.

“Mrs. Kim,” you offer her your best polite smile, “is there any chance it’s possible to change partners for this project? It seems-”

Professor Kim glances back to your spot where Jungkook is sitting in the next chair, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back, hints of a smirk on his lips as he watches you and Mrs. Kim. “Miss ____, the pairs have been decided beforehand for a reason. I was hoping to save time and energy by doing this and will not be spending said saved energy on splitting up pairs just because you’re unhappy with yours.”

You feel a frustrated whine push at the back of your throat as the words leave her red-tinted lips. “But-”

“____, I know you prefer to work with Jihyo in every class you share,” she pointedly and calmly says. “But as the professor, it is my job to challenge the students and push them out of their comfort zone. If there aren’t any actual issues with having Mr. Jeon as your partner, I suggest you take on the challenge and get the best out of it.”

The fake smile she shoots at you has you frowning as you turn on your heel, defeat hanging over you in a gray cloud as you make your way back to your seat. Jungkook’s smirk has widened and he seems more than satisfied by the fact that your request got rejected by the professor. You slump in your seat once again, stealing a glance at Jihyo who got paired up with none other than Kim Namjoon – the top student of this class and her crush.

What a lucky bitch.

“Cheer up, ____,” Jungkook’s voice intrudes your thoughts, pulling you back. He’s smiling smugly when you turn to face him for the first time since he sat down. “I promise I’ll behave.”

You huff out an unimpressed scoff and turn your attention to your notes, the grip on your pen so tight your knuckles turn white. You miss the way Jungkook’s smile falters a little as you look away.

This is going to be the longest three weeks of your life – you’re sure of it.

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