#jihyo x fem reader

[urno1luv]

Can I get a possessive dom jihyo who went to the gym and met a pretty pillatis instructor and she decided to sign to be in her classes and be close to her and fantasy her.

summary: jihyo falls in love with a pilates instructor, and love blooms between the two in a strange but beautiful way

tags: possessive jihyo, overprotective jihyo, car sex

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You’d been teaching Pilates for a while now, long enough to recognize the types of people who signed up for your classes. Some came to de-stress, some wanted to tone their bodies, and some just wanted an excuse to wear expensive yoga pants.

Then there was Jihyo.

She signed up for your beginner’s class out of nowhere, her name appearing on the roster without much fanfare. You didn’t think much of it at first. But the moment she walked into the studio, you couldn’t ignore her presence.

She didn’t look like your usual clientele. Dressed in all black, her leggings and hoodie clung to a frame that was undeniably powerful. Her sharp jawline and dark eyes gave her a cold, almost intimidating aura, and when she brushed past you to claim a spot at the front of the room, she didn’t so much as glance in your direction.

You’d had plenty of serious gym-goers in your classes before, but Jihyo was different. She didn’t talk to anyone. She didn’t smile. She just stared straight ahead, her jaw tight, her focus unshakable.

By her second class, you noticed something odd.Jihyo wasn’t just serious—she was intense. Her eyes followed you everywhere you went, her dark gaze piercing and unwavering. If you moved to correct another student’s form, she’d track the interaction with a look that sent shivers down your spine.

At first, you thought you were imagining it. Maybe she was just focused, or maybe she was trying to learn from your demonstrations. But then it started happening outside of class, too. You’d see her at the front desk, casually talking to the receptionist. Or lingering near the juice bar, her eyes flicking to you whenever you walked by. Once, you even caught her waiting outside the studio after hours, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

“Long day?” you’d asked, forcing a smile to hide your unease.She shrugged, her tone clipped. “Something like that.”You told yourself it was a coincidence, that Jihyo was just naturally stoic. But the way she looked at you—like you were something she wanted to claim—made your heart race for all the wrong reasons.

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Jihyo’s possessiveness became harder to ignore as time went on.

She started showing up early to every class, always taking the same spot in the front row. If someone else tried to claim it, she’d glare at them until they moved.

During partner exercises, she’d insist on working with you, her grip on your arm a little too tight when you demonstrated a stretch.

“Careful,” you said once, trying to keep your tone light. “I need my arm in one piece to teach.”Her lips twitched into what could barely be called a smile.

“Sorry. I’ll be gentle.”

But she wasn’t. Her touch always lingered just a little too long, her hands firm and unyielding. You started to wonder if she even liked Pilates at all, or if she was only here for you.

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Things escalated one evening after class.

You were chatting with another student, a friendly guy who had been coming to your sessions for months. He was harmless—always polite and cheerful, with no ulterior motives. But when Jihyo walked in and saw you laughing with him, her expression darkened. She didn’t say anything at first, just stood there with her arms crossed, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.

But when the guy reached out to pat your shoulder in a friendly gesture, Jihyo’s jaw clenched so hard you thought she might crack a tooth.

“Is there a problem?” she asked, her voice low and icy.The guy froze, his hand dropping to his side. “Uh, no? Just talking to—”

“Class is over,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You should go.”He glanced at you, confused, but you didn’t know what to say.

The tension in the air was suffocating.After he left, you turned to Jihyo, your heart pounding. “What was that about?”

Her eyes softened slightly when they met yours, but there was still an edge to her voice.

“I don’t like people touching what’s mine.”

“Yours?” you echoed, your stomach twisting.She stepped closer, her presence overwhelming. “You don’t see it yet, do you? You’re mine, whether you realize it or not.” You opened your mouth to protest, but the words caught in your throat. The intensity in her gaze was terrifying, but there was something else there, too—something that made you feel weak in a way you didn’t want to admit.

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Despite her intensity, there was a part of you that couldn’t stay away from Jihyo. She had a magnetism that drew you in, even when you knew better. She started showing up outside of class more often, waiting for you at the end of the day or offering to walk you to your car. When you told her it wasn’t necessary, she shrugged it off.

“Just making sure you’re safe,” she’d say, her tone casual. But the look in her eyes said something else entirely. You tried to set boundaries, to remind her that you were her instructor, not her property. But Jihyo didn’t take rejection well.

One night, as you were locking up the studio, you found her waiting outside. “Jihyo,” you sighed, clutching your bag tightly. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she said, stepping closer. Her proximity made your pulse quicken, and not in a good way.

“This isn’t a good time.”

“It’s never a good time,” she muttered, frustration flickering across her face. “Why do you keep pushing me away?”

“Because you’re scaring me!” you blurted, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

Her expression softened instantly, guilt flashing in her eyes. “I don’t mean to scare you,” she said quietly. “I just… I don’t know how to do this. How to feel like this.” You stared at her, your anger melting into confusion. “Feel like what?”

“Like I’d do anything to protect you. To keep you safe. Even if it means keeping everyone else away.”

The weight of her words settled over you like a heavy blanket. You should’ve been terrified. But there was a vulnerability in her voice that made your chest ache. “Jihyo,” you said softly, your hand hesitating before brushing against hers.

“You can’t control everything. Love doesn’t work like that.” She flinched at the word “love,” but didn’t pull away. “I don’t want to lose you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You’re not going to lose me,” you said, even as part of you wondered if you were making a mistake.

“But you have to trust me. You have to let me breathe.” She nodded slowly, her grip on your hand tightening. “I’ll try.

For you, I’ll try.”

And in that moment, you believed her. Or maybe you just wanted to.

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The turning point came on a rainy evening.

Class had just ended, and most of the students had already left. You were packing up when Jihyo appeared at the door, her hoodie pulled up against the rain.

“Need a ride home?” she asked, her voice casual.

You hesitated. “That’s nice of you, but I’m okay. I can call a cab.”

“It’s late,” she said firmly. “And raining. Just let me drive you.”

Something about the way she said it left no room for argument.

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In the car, the silence was comfortable, though you could feel Jihyo’s eyes flicking toward you every so often.

“Why do you care so much?” you asked suddenly, the question slipping out before you could stop it.

Jihyo’s hands tightened on the wheel. For a moment, you thought she wasn’t going to answer.

“Because,” she said finally, her voice low. “You’re important to me.”

Your breath caught.

“Jihyo…”

“I know I’m not good at this,” she said, her jaw clenching. “I’m not good at talking, or showing how I feel. But I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to protect you. To be close to you. Even if it’s selfish.”

Her words hung in the air between you, heavy and raw.

You reached out, your hand brushing against hers. “It’s not selfish,” you said softly. “I care about you, too.”

For the first time, Jihyo’s stoic mask cracked, and she looked at you with something close to disbelief.

“Yeah?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled. “Yeah.”

And in that moment, the tension between you increased, the air getting hotter the more you stared into her deep eyes.

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The rain pelted the windshield in rhythmic taps as Jihyo drove, her hands gripping the wheel a little too tightly. The soft hum of the car engine filled the silence, but the tension in the air was almost palpable.

You glanced at her from the passenger seat, noting the sharp line of her jaw, the way her brows furrowed slightly in concentration. It wasn’t the first time she’d driven you home, but something about tonight felt different. Heavier.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, breaking the quiet.

Jihyo didn’t take her eyes off the road. “You don’t have to thank me.” Her tone was clipped, almost curt.

You shifted in your seat, your fingers playing with the edge of your bag. “Still, I appreciate it. It’s pouring out there.”

She gave a small nod, but her grip on the wheel didn’t ease.

For a moment, you let the silence settle again, your gaze drifting to the streaks of rain on the window. But the tension was too much to ignore.

“You’re quiet tonight,” you said, turning back to her. “Everything okay?”

Her jaw tightened. “I’m fine.”

The way she said it made you doubt her immediately. Jihyo wasn’t exactly chatty on the best of days, but this felt different—like something was simmering just beneath the surface, and you feel like you understood exactly what it was.

“Are you sure?” you pressed gently. “You seem… tense.”

At that, she finally glanced at you, her dark eyes flicking over your face before returning to the road. “It’s nothing,” she muttered. But the way her hands tightened on the wheel told a different story. You gave her a long look, seeing how her pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed slightly with the heavy stare you were giving her.

"Jihyo...?" An idea pops up into your head. Jihyo was attractive, caring, protective and very clearly ached for you attention, affection and touch. So... why not allow her to take what she wanted so badly?

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You don't know how you got here, but you're here nonetheless. Jihyo's mouth was pressed against your ear, her sinuous tongue slipping out to cradle the shell in a move that sent you arching into her fingers, which were currently fucking into you at a slow pace. "You like that, baby? Fuck, I've been wanting this for a long time, believe that." You moaned sinfully, the windows fogged up with the heat of your bodies in an erotic embrace.

Jihyo’s fingers sank into the soft flesh of your ass, gripping you tightly as she guided your body on top of hers, parting her legs so that your soaking mound rested on top of her pulsating cunt. You don't know when she got out of her panties, but you don't care to ask either, too heated up to ask.

She rolled her hips up to meet yours, her defined abs providing the best view. You could feel her clit throbbing against yours, her deep breaths sounding like an orchestra of pleasure to your ears.

"Use me however it pleases you," she whispered close to your lips before lying back down the seat, watching your body twitching uncontrollably, her own body coming closer to heaven as your pussies slid together. Jihyo could tell you were getting close, your body tensing and trembling with impending release, she shuddered as she felt your hips moving with increasing desperation, your whines growing louder and more needy.

"J- Jihyo..."

"Come for me, y/nnie, please, I need to know i pleased y-you." Your moans increased in pitch, and your body fell forward as you gushed all over her, Jihyo coming right after, a faint blush on her cheeks, and a sheen of sweat coating her face.

She's never going to let you go after this, Jihyo has concluded.

[misahyochaeng]

“Back to Black.”

Jihyo x Fem!Reader

Chapter 9-12

Other chapters here:

tw: fluff, angst, physical violence, abuse, blackmail(?), cursing, rumors, ceo!jihyo x model!reader, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers.

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Jihyo carefully ran the bath, testing the water with her fingers to make sure it was just the right temperature. The steam curled softly in the air, fogging the mirror as she adjusted the knobs. The night had left her strangely unsettled, a mix of emotions swirling within her as she stole a glance back at the bedroom where you lay.

You were stretched out on her bed, half-asleep, the tension of the evening melting into exhaustion. Your breathing was slow, and the sight of you like that—so peaceful, so vulnerable—made Jihyo’s chest tighten. She turned back to the bath, shaking her head at herself.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, pulling her from her thoughts. She sighed, her shoulders drooping as she picked it up.

Sana.

Her lips pressed into a thin line as she opened the messages.

“Where are you?”

“I miss you.”

“I need your lips on me.”

Jihyo stared at the words for a moment, her stomach twisting—not with longing, but with annoyance. She hesitated, then typed a short response:

“I’m busy.”

The response only seemed to fuel Sana’s persistence.

“Don’t ignore me, Jihyo.”

“Is this about Y/N?”

“You know I’m better for you. Just come over. Let me remind you.”

Jihyo closed her eyes, her jaw tightening as she gripped the phone. Her finger hovered over the screen before she locked it, setting it down face-down on the counter. She didn’t need this right now—not tonight.

She turned back to the bath, carefully shutting off the water and wiping her damp hands on a towel. With a deep breath, she pushed aside the weight Sana’s messages brought and focused on you.

Walking into the bedroom, she knelt down beside you, her fingers brushing lightly against your shoulder. “Hey,” she said softly, her voice coaxing. “The bath’s ready.” You let out a tired groan, burying your face further into her pillow. “I don’t wanna move…”

Jihyo chuckled, the sound warm and low. “You’ll thank me once you’re in there. Trust me.” She gently tugged at your arm, her touch steady but patient. Reluctantly, you let her help you up, leaning against her as you shuffled toward the bathroom. “You’re so annoying,” you muttered, your words muffled by sleep.

“And yet, you keep letting me take care of you,” she teased, her hand resting at the small of your back as she guided you. The moment you stepped into the warm water, a soft sigh escaped your lips. The heat seemed to wrap around you, melting away the tension in your muscles. Jihyo knelt by the side of the tub, resting her chin on her folded arms as she watched you settle in.

“What?” you asked, catching her gaze. She smiled faintly, her eyes soft. “You just… You look so calm. I like seeing you like this.” You let out a small laugh, closing your eyes. “You’re staring again.”

“Can you blame me?” she murmured, her voice so quiet it almost blended with the sound of the water. You opened one eye, studying her. “You’re being weird tonight. What’s going on in that head of yours?” her eyebrows furrowed “What do you mean by that?”. You leaned your head back, “I mean, you’re not insulting me or making my life a living hell, what’s up with that?” For a moment, she hesitated, her lips parting like she was about to say something significant. Instead, she reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face. “I was just thinking… about you. About us.”

The weight of her words made your heart flutter. “Us?” you echoed, your voice soft. She nodded slowly, her gaze never leaving yours. “You’re different, Y/N. In a good way. A really good way.”

Her words caught you off guard, leaving you unsure of how to respond. Before you could find the right words, her phone buzzed again from the counter. Jihyo’s face hardened as she stood, her shoulders tense. “I’ll be right back.” You watched her leave, a small ache blooming in your chest. Alone, you sank further into the water, the warmth now doing little to soothe the unease that crept into your thoughts.

Out in the other room, Jihyo grabbed her phone, glaring at the screen. She answered with a clipped tone, “What do you want, Sana?”

“Finally,” Sana’s voice came through the line, smooth and self-assured. “You’ve been ignoring me all night.”

“I told you I’m busy,” Jihyo replied, her voice tight. “With Y/N?” Sana pressed, her tone shifting to something sharper. “You think they’re better than me? Different?”

“Sana, stop,” Jihyo said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You know how this ends,” Sana continued, her voice softening to a manipulative lilt. “They’ll leave, Jihyo. They always do. But I’m still here. I’ll always be here.” Jihyo’s grip on the phone tightened. “Goodnight, Sana,” she said firmly, ending the call before Sana could respond.

She stood there for a moment, her heart pounding—not with doubt, but with frustration. She refused to let Sana’s words linger, refused to let them plant seeds of insecurity.

When she returned to the bathroom, you were resting against the edge of the tub, your eyes half-closed. You looked up at her, your expression soft but tinged with concern. “Everything okay?”

Jihyo’s expression softened instantly, and she knelt beside you again. “Yeah. Everything’s fine.” She helped you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your shoulders. “I thought you were going to fall asleep in there,” she teased lightly. You laughed quietly, leaning into her touch. “Maybe I was.” As she led you back to the bedroom, you glanced at her, your voice hesitant. “What you said earlier… about me being different. What did you mean?”

Jihyo paused, her gaze locking with yours. Her lips parted, and for a moment, you thought she might finally say it. But instead, she smiled faintly. “It’s… complicated.” Your heart sank slightly at her deflection, but you didn’t push. Instead, you let her guide you back to bed, her touch gentle as she tucked you in.

And as she slipped in beside you, holding you close, you couldn’t shake the feeling that her silence carried more weight than her words ever could.

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A sharp knock pierced the quiet of the night, drawing an irritated groan from your lips as you stirred in bed. You glanced at Jihyo, who remained unmoving, her breathing slow and steady as she slept, hoping she’d get up and answer it.

The knock came again, louder this time, dragging you out of your sleep with a groggy groan. Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. You glanced over at Jihyo, who was completely still, her soft breathing even and undisturbed.

“Of course,” you muttered under your breath, tossing the covers aside. The cold air pricked at your skin as you shuffled toward the door, your annoyance barely masked by your exhaustion.

The moment you opened it, the night air hit you—and so did the sight of Sana. Her smile stretched wide, but it wasn’t kind. It was sharp, calculated, with an edge that set your nerves on edge immediately.“Good,” she said, her voice smooth. “I was hoping you’d be the one to answer.”

Before you could even question her presence, her hand shot out, gripping your wrist. “Come on,” she said, pulling you outside with surprising force. “Let’s have a little chat.”

“Sana, what the hell—” Her nails dug into your skin, silencing your protest as she dragged you onto the porch. The night was quiet save for the occasional rustle of leaves, but there was nothing calm about the way she was staring at you. “What do you want?” you asked, your voice barely hiding your irritation. “What do I want?” she echoed, her smile turning colder. “I want to know what exactly is going on between you and Jihyo. What are you to her? ”

You froze, her question catching you off guard. “That’s none of your business,” you said cautiously, trying to pull your wrist free, but her grip only tightened.“Oh, it’s absolutely my business,” she said, leaning in closer. “Have you two...been intimate?”. Your cheeks burned at the bluntness of her question, but you refused to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. “Why does that matter?” you managed, your voice firmer now.

Her laugh was bitter, almost mocking. “It matters because Jihyo is mine. She has always been mine. And I don’t care what little fairytale you’ve convinced yourself of, but this...this thing between you two? It ends now.”

“Sana, you need to leave,” you said, trying to sound firm, but the tension in your voice betrayed your unease.Her nails dug deeper into your wrist, making you wince. “Oh, you think I’m just going to walk away? Not a chance. I don’t think you understand who you’re fucking dealing with, Y/N.”

You glared at her, frustration bubbling to the surface. “And I don’t think you understand that Jihyo isn’t some possession for you to claim.” Her smile faltered for a moment, but then it returned, sharper than before. “Oh, sweetheart,” she said, her voice dripping with venom. “Jihyo might not say she’s mine, but I know her better than you ever will. She comes back to me every time. And when she does, where will that leave you?”

You tried to keep your composure, but her words stung.“I’m not afraid of you,” you said, though your voice wavered slightly. She chuckled darkly. “You should be. Because I don’t just make threats—I follow through. I will destroy everything you have, everything you care about. Your reputation? Gone. Your little facade of confidence? Shattered. And no one will even remember your name when I’m done.”

Her words felt like a slap, but you refused to let her see how much they affected you. “You’re pathetic,” you said quietly. “Trying to control someone who clearly doesn’t want to be with you. It’s all forced, it’s all business.” Her eyes flashed with anger, and her grip on your wrist tightened to the point of pain. “Don’t test me,” she hissed. “I’ve let you play your little game for long enough. This is your one and only warning: stay away from Jihyo. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

Her voice was low and dangerous, each word hitting like a dagger. You could see the obsession in her eyes, the possessiveness that twisted her features into something cruel and unrecognizable. “Sana, you need help,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the fear creeping into your chest. Her laugh was hollow. “Help? Oh, sweetheart, I don’t need help. You do. Because you have no idea what the fuck you’ve gotten yourself into.”

She finally released your wrist, and you stumbled back, cradling your arm where her nails had left deep, red indentations.

“Remember this,” she said, her tone icy. “Jihyo is mine. And if you think for a second that you can change that, you’re even more foolish than I thought.” With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving you standing there in the cold, her threats echoing in your mind. You closed the door slowly, leaning against it as your body trembled—not just from the cold, but from the weight of everything she’d said. You glanced down at your wrist, the faint marks serving as a cruel reminder of her venomous words.

As you made your way back to the bedroom, your steps were heavy with doubt. You looked at Jihyo, still sleeping soundly, her features soft and peaceful in the moonlight. For a brief moment, you let yourself wonder—was Sana right? But then you shook your head, pushing the thought away. Whatever was between you and Jihyo, it was real. You had to believe that.

Strategy 1: The Morning After

Sunlight streamed softly into the room, illuminating the scattered clothes on the floor and the faint rise and fall of Jihyo’s chest as she slept beside you. For a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to savor the quiet. Her arm was draped over your waist, her face buried in the crook of your neck.

You should’ve felt calm. Safe. But the unease that had been growing inside you for weeks gnawed at your chest like a dull ache.

Your phone buzzed harshly on the nightstand, breaking the fragile serenity of the morning. You reached for it quickly, careful not to wake Jihyo.

**Notification: "Rising Star Caught in Scandal—Leaked Photos Surface"**

Your heart sank as you opened your phone to a barrage of missed calls, texts, and notifications. The headlines were plastered across every major outlet. Fake photos. Accusations. Lies. Your name dragged through the mud.

“Y/N?” Jihyo’s groggy voice startled you. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated, clutching the phone in your hands. “It’s nothing,” you murmured, but your voice betrayed you.

Her brow furrowed as she reached for her own phone. Her face hardened as she read the notifications, her once-soft expression replaced with something colder. “What the hell is this?”

“I don’t know!” you exclaimed, sitting up. “It’s not true, Jihyo. I didn’t do any of this.”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead, she stared at her screen, scrolling through the headlines. “Do you have any idea how bad this looks?”

“Of course, I do!” you snapped, the panic in your voice growing. “But it’s not real! Someone—someone’s doing this to me.”

Her jaw clenched, and she stood up from the bed, running a hand through her hair. “You need to fix this. Immediately.”

The coldness in her tone stung more than you cared to admit. “Do you even believe me?” you asked softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyo paused, her lips parting as if to say something, but she shook her head instead. “I don’t know what to think, Y/N. I really don’t.”

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Strategy 2: The Press Conference

Hours later, you were seated at a long table in front of dozens of reporters. The flashing lights from their cameras made your head pound, and their relentless questions felt like daggers.

“Y/N, over here!” a man called out. “Do you deny the allegations?”

“Is it true you tried to sabotage your peers to climb the ranks?” a woman asked, her voice laced with contempt.

You leaned into the microphone, gripping its base tightly to keep your hands from shaking. “These accusations are false,” you said, your voice cracking slightly. “The photos and messages were fabricated. I don’t know who’s behind this, but I would never—”

“Then how do you explain the evidence?” another reporter cut you off. “Are you saying the media is lying?”

“I’m saying someone is targeting me,” you said, your voice firm this time. “This isn’t the truth.”

“But why would someone go to these lengths unless there was some truth to it?” a younger reporter pressed.

You felt the walls closing in, the weight of their stares suffocating. “I—I can’t answer that,” you admitted, your voice faltering.

Momo sat beside you, her gaze sharp as she leaned forward. “This press conference is over,” she announced, standing. “We’ll issue an official statement later. No further questions.”

The reporters shouted over one another as you were escorted out.

Final Blow: The ballroom.

The grand ballroom was dazzling, filled with industry elites dressed to the nines. You wore a designer gown that hugged your frame perfectly, but you felt exposed, like every pair of eyes was dissecting you.

Jihyo walked beside you, her arm brushing yours, but the warmth you usually felt was gone. The space between you was more than physical—it was a chasm of doubt and unspoken words.

As you entered the room, the whispers started.

“Is that her?”

“Did you see the headlines?”

“She doesn’t even look ashamed.”

You kept your chin high, ignoring the sting of their words. Jihyo’s hand briefly grazed the small of your back as she guided you to your seats.

The event unfolded smoothly at first. But as the lights dimmed and the massive screen lit up, your heart stopped.

The screen displayed the necklace—the one that had caused so much trouble in your rookie days. Then came the photos: the broken pieces, the argument, and finally, the fake messages framing you as the saboteur.

The gasps from the crowd were deafening.

You turned to Jihyo, desperate to explain, but the look on her face shattered you. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, her lips pressed into a trembling line.

“I thought I could trust you,” she said, her voice barely audible over the murmurs. “It really was you.”

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “It wasn’t me. You have to believe me.”

Her shoulders slumped as she took a step back. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

The weight of her words crushed you. Your breath hitched, and you looked around the room, the stares cutting into you like knives. That’s when you saw her—Sana, standing near the back, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Everything clicked.

You clenched your jaw, your fists trembling at your sides, but the humiliation was too much. You turned and bolted out of the ballroom, the voices of reporters and attendees chasing after you.

“Y/N, care to comment?”

“Is this the end of your career?”

“Do you regret what you’ve done?”

The words blurred together as tears clouded your vision. You barely noticed Momo pulling up outside the venue. She leapt out of the car, shoving past the paparazzi to reach you. “Get in the car,” she snapped, her voice firm but protective.

Once inside, you collapsed against her, sobbing into her shoulder.

“I can’t—I can’t do this anymore,” you choked out, your tears soaking her shirt.

Momo wrapped her arms around you tightly, her hand stroking your hair. “They don’t deserve you,” she muttered, her voice low and filled with rage. “Jihyo doesn’t deserve you. None of them do.”

Her words made you cry harder, your body trembling with the weight of everything.

Momo’s voice softened as she whispered, “I’m going to fix this. I don’t care what it takes. I’ll fix it.”

But deep down, you weren’t sure if anything could ever be fixed.

Nothing will.

The ride to Momo’s apartment had been quiet, save for the occasional sharp inhale you couldn’t stifle as you choked back tears. Momo had driven in near silence, glancing at you every so often, her jaw tight, her grip on the steering wheel firm.

When you finally arrived, Momo walked you to the guest bedroom without saying a word. As soon as the door shut behind you, it all came crashing down.

You collapsed onto the bed, burying your face into the pillows as the sobs tore from your chest. Your heart ached like it had been ripped apart, and your head pounded with every shuddering breath. You clutched at the fabric beneath you, trying to muffle your cries, but the pain was too much to contain.

Flashes of the past began to flood your mind. The yelling, the bruises, the punishment for every little mistake during your rookie days. The sharp sting of slaps across your face, the gut-wrenching humiliation when you didn’t meet expectations. You could still hear the cruel voices in your head:

"Fix your posture. Do it again. No, that’s wrong! Are you really this useless?"

You pulled at your hair in frustration, as if you could physically tear the memories out of your mind. The room felt like it was spinning, and your cries only grew louder.

Outside the door, Momo hesitated. You had locked it as soon as she left, and though she knocked gently a few times, you didn’t respond. “Y/N,” she called softly, her voice filled with concern. “I’m here if you want to talk, okay? Don’t keep it all in.”

But you didn’t answer. You couldn’t.

The next morning crept in sluggishly, though you hadn’t slept at all. Your eyes were red and swollen, your body felt like lead, and your throat ached from crying. You stared blankly at the ceiling, the sunlight streaming in through the curtains doing nothing to warm the icy knot in your chest.

Momo had left early for her part-time job, leaving you alone in the apartment. You were grateful for the solitude, though it did little to ease the storm inside you.

When a knock sounded at the front door, you assumed it was Momo returning because she’d forgotten something. Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled to the door and opened it cautiously.

Your heart sank.

There stood Sana, her lips twisted into a smug, almost predatory smile. Her presence was suffocating.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you asked, your voice hoarse and shaky.

Her smile widened. “I figured you’d be here. Jihyo always said this was your little safe haven. Funny, isn’t it? Running to Momo every time things get hard. Do you ever fight your own battles, or is hiding all you’re good at?”

You moved to close the door, but Sana was quicker. She slammed her hand against it, forcing it open with such strength that you stumbled backward.

“Don’t walk away from me,” she hissed, stepping inside and shutting the door behind her.

“What do you want?” you demanded, trying to mask the fear bubbling inside you.

“What I want,” she began, her voice dripping with venom, “is for you to get out of Jihyo’s life. You don’t deserve her. You never did.”

“You don’t know anything about me or Jihyo,” you snapped, but your voice faltered, betraying your unease.

Sana’s smile twisted into something cruel. “Oh, but I do. She tells me everything. About how needy you are, how much of a burden you’ve become. Did you really think she cared about you? God, you’re delusional.”

Your chest tightened, but you stood your ground. “Get out,” you said, your voice firmer this time.

Sana’s eyes narrowed, and before you could react, she grabbed your wrist, her nails digging into your skin. “You’re nothing but a pest, Y/N. A leech. Do you know how much better her life would be without you? You’re just dragging her down.”

You tried to pull away, but her grip tightened. “Let go of me,” you said, panic creeping into your tone.

“You don’t get it, do you?” she snarled, shoving you against the wall. The impact sent a sharp jolt of pain through your back. “She’ll never love you. You’re nothing to her. Nothing!”

The tears you’d been holding back threatened to spill, but you refused to let her see you break. “You’re insane,” you whispered.

“And you’re pathetic,” she shot back, knocking over a chair as she paced angrily around the room. “Do you even know why Jihyo hated you in the first place? Why everyone thought you were a conniving little bitch?”

Your breath hitched as she continued.

“That necklace,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “You didn’t sabotage it. I did. I made sure it would all fall apart, and you were stupid enough to take the blame. And look at you now—still stupid, still a mess.”

The room fell silent. Her confession hung in the air like a bomb waiting to detonate.

“What did you just say?” you asked, your voice trembling.

Sana smirked, opening her mouth to respond, but a third voice cut through the tension.

“Sana.”

Both of you turned toward the door.

Jihyo stood there, her face pale, her eyes wide with a mix of disbelief and fury. In one hand, she held a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, now crushed in her grip.

“Sana,” she repeated, her voice shaking. “You… you did this?”

Sana faltered, her confident facade cracking. “Jihyo, it’s not—”

“You lied to me,” Jihyo said, stepping forward. Her voice rose with each word, her anger palpable. “You manipulated me. You hurt her. And now you’re here? Doing this?”

“I did it for us!” Sana cried, desperation seeping into her tone. “Don’t you see? She’s ruining everything! You and I—”

“There is no ‘you and I,’” Jihyo snapped, shoving Sana back. “You’re fired. Don’t come near me. Don’t come near her. Ever again.”

Sana’s face twisted with rage, but she didn’t fight back. She cast one last hateful glare at you before storming out, slamming the door behind her.

As the door closed, Jihyo’s anger melted into something softer. She rushed to your side, her hands trembling as she cupped your face. “Are you okay?” she whispered, her voice breaking.

You couldn’t answer. The weight of everything was too much, and the tears you’d fought so hard to hold back finally spilled over.

Jihyo pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly as you sobbed into her shoulder.

“Y/N..” She spoke up.

(TO BE CONTINUED.)

[cry4mina]

Park Maintenance

(Jealous!Jihyo x reader)

Word Count: 6.8k Smut/A secret second thing/Smut Summary: Jihyo decides that she wants to leave you feral all day, it backfires. TW: THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING! Aggressive top jihyo, public sex, degrading, teasing, intentionally making someone jealous, there is theme park sex happening. Momo and Nayeon are present, more Momo than Nayeon. A/N: Happy 3 Months of Cry4Mina! I truly never thought it would be this much fun and I'm so grateful to all those who follow me and show support for me and my writing! <3 I guess the smut didn't really take me that long at all. Thank you to the human who wishes to remain anonymous for helping me name the fic and letting me rant about it. And also @myouicieloz for constantly keeping me sane while I write LMAOOOOO As always, DMs and Asks are open for feedback and requests! :)<3 love u mean it. drink water.

Strong arms wrap themselves around you, wiggling a little closer to your body with a few heavy restful breaths. Eyelashes graze across your neck, a few lazy kisses placed along your jaw and a soft “good morning, baby” lightly draws you out of your dreams. 

You stretch, shaking off some of the stiffness of drowsiness before turning to your side, nuzzling into Jihyo further, putting your head against her chest, arms mirroring hers in the way of draping around her. 

“Still sleepy, my love?” her digits gently slide up the back of your neck, twirling your hair softly while placing a few languid pecks down your cheeks.

“Mhmm..” followed by a small sigh into her skin as you relax into her.

“We’ve got big plans today, remember? We are going to the amusement park with Nayeon and Momo, but…” her fingers trail down your bare back, lips brushing across yours.

“I’d love to start the day with those cute sleepy moans you make.” Her hand grips you tightly, locking you in place against her. 

Jihyo’s other hand finds its way between your legs. Ghosting her middle finger up and down your slit, her touch gets just a little more pressure with every pass of your clit. Sluggishly trying to match her pace for a moment before she stops moving her fingers all together.  

Eyes still half lidded from slumber, you arch your back and press your chest into hers like it’s muscle memory. She giggles into your mouth, teasing you more with each feeble lunge of your hips. 

Jihyo smirks, rolling you onto your back and sweeps one of her legs over you to straddle one of your thighs, fixing herself so she can grind down on you without removing her lips from yours. 

 A small whine slips from your throat and she slides her tongue into your mouth, taking the opportunity as it presents itself. She slides her pussy across your thigh, inciting a primal reaction from you. 

What started slow and sweet, rapidly gets hot and heavy. Your hands are navigating around her body, desperately trying to get her to finish what she started. 

Whining tandemly, the song of want emerges from the two of you tangled in each other, she breaks the kiss. Noses caressing each other while she studies the desperation seeping through your skin. 

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” whispered into your mouth. The tone is seductive and irresistible. 

Feeling her slick drip down your thigh, Jihyo was in a mood today and you were happy to take full advantage of that.  

The question burns in her eyes and you give her the silent permission she asks for. Breath shuddering as she lowers her mouth to your chest, leaving a tightly woven line of opened mouth kisses with a few soft bites sprinkled in between. 

She makes her way down your stomach and to your hips, biting your hip bones before trailing her tongue down to your inner thigh. 

“I want you- shit, please” almost voiceless in anticipation of what patterns her tongue is going to draw.

“You already have me, darling. Just tell me how you want me.” Another push of encouragement, she just wanted to hear you say what your body was craving from her. 

Jihyo places her elbows down on the sheets between your legs, holding her chin with one of her hands and returning to tease your slit once again, lazily gliding her finger up and down, patiently waiting for you.

“Fuuuuck- Hyo, please! I need to feel your tongue on me!” rocking your hips forward to get closer to her. 

“You looks so pretty when you’re desperate like this but…” She’s stone-faced…that can only mean one thing. 

“I don’t think that was good enough, honey. Maybe you should try again?” her eyebrow raises, patiently waiting for a reply. It wasn’t exactly rare to see her so…dominant, but it always kind of sprung itself on you, not that you were complaining. 

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee just fuck me, baby” wanting her was an understatement, you were absolutely spiraling down a cyclone of pure need. 

“Who?” gently slapping your clit one, two, three times and you jolt under every smack. 

“Sorry…-M-mommy fu- fuck, please!” whimpered between the splattering of your wetness

“Good girl.” a devious grin graces her face before she gets to work. 

Aggressively swiping her tongue up your pussy and gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks just like you liked. The slurping sounds she made on you only makes you want it more. 

Jihyo is holding you down by the hips, persistently licking your clit before she slides 2 fingers inside you, not giving you any time to adjust. 

Without any shame about the ache sitting in your cunt, you thrust your hips up into her mouth and back down onto her fingers. She slows her licks down, fingers digging deep into you, building and building the knot that was going to burst at any moment. 

“Mommy…right fucking there, Please don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”  The thread about to break, you are about to come undone beneath her when you both hear a vibration coming from the nightstand. Jihyo’s getting a call from Momo.

“Please keep going, I’m so close… feels so good unghh…Mommy, pleaseeeee!” still one hundred percent in this, not giving a single shit about that phone call. 

A light bulb goes off in her head, you can see the sparkle in her eye as she keeps her fingers moving. She starts to suck on your clit harshly, pushing you even closer to the edge. . 

“Oh fuck, right fucking there- I’m gonna cum!” 

Jihyo completely removes herself from you, stands up and walks over to her phone, dragging her wet fingers up your torso as you writhe on the bed, completely infuriated that she would just stop. 

“WHY would you do that?! Baby, I was about to c-” 

“Hey Momo! …Yes, we are almost ready. Y/n just has to shower and then we will be on our way to come get you both!”

If looks could kill, Jihyo would be dead. You stand up, legs shaking from the tension built up that is now trapped in you and running through your limbs like an endless circuit. 

Storming off to the bathroom, you fling the door open in frustration. The smack of the doorknob on the wall startles your girlfriend who is still on the phone. 

“I'll text you when we are on the way, okay?…alright, I’ll see you soon…okay, bye Momo!” you can hear the grin that’s plastered on her face when she hangs up the phone. Giggling to herself, She’s so proud of herself for ruining your orgasm, she can’t even contain it. 

Meanwhile, your palms on the counter, looking up at yourself in the mirror to see you completely disheveled, shaking, and dawning a thin sheen of sweat laid onto your skin. Agony wreaks havoc inside you, unable to focus on much but the feeling of emptiness between your legs. 

Jihyo walks into view, leaning her shoulder and head against the door frame with that cheeky smile on her face, arms crossed to push her tits up, teasing you just that much more. 

“Baby, don’t be upset” sauntering over with a pout. 

She hugs you from behind, pressing her chest into your back and kissing your shoulder before resting her chin on it. Fingertips tracing down your sides, and over your thigh, grazing your heat with the lightest of touches. 

Bending over the quartz surface, you back up into her. Not allowing an inch of space between the two of you, wiggling your ass on her. 

“Please…I can’t be like this all day, baby. Don’t you want to taste me again?” A whiney attempt at trying to bait her into letting you cum.

“I promise that I won’t let you fall asleep tonight without cumming for me, okay?” lips brushing down your spine paired with a few tender pecks, finger still toying with your clit, and the fire pooling low in your stomach sits painfully heavy. Panting in response to the sensations. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re like this” passionately murmured between the kisses and little love bites.  

“I love seeing how much you want me…” dipping her finger between your lips, gathering some of your essence on her fingers.

“Look how needy you are for me, baby” pressing her middle finger against her thumb before pulling them apart, revealing how drenched you were with a thick string of slick. 

Panting as you watch her and not breaking eye contact, she licks you off her fingers. Shuddering when she grabs your chin harshly, pressing her forehead against yours, and sliding her hand down your neck. Pecking your lips enough so you get a taste of yourself before winking at you and then stepping into the shower and turning it on. 

Frozen in pure lust, jaw on the floor, you just stand and take in the fact that you were going to have to go about your day like this AND she was intentionally making it worse…

“Oh, fuck you!” hissed out into the bathroom. 

A cackle echos off the tiles in the shower along with the water hitting the floor and draining. Peeking her head around the shower curtain to see you standing there half way dissociated, she smirks again thinking it’s just her leaving you orgasmless that’s making you this way. 

“You coming, darling? I made sure it was cold just to shock the horny out of you” ushering you into the shower, disregarding the state you were in. 

“Not until later, apparently!” frustration lingers in the space. You are already trying to create a plan on how you’d get revenge on her for this.  

—

The car ride was quiet, staying silent even when Jihyo would talk to you. Still pissed off and too wound up to even pretend like you weren’t second away from touching yourself in the passenger seat. Carelessly cross your legs and squeeze them together to get some kind of relief.

“No, baby!” Jihyo takes one of her hands off the wheel and swats your thighs to tell you to uncross them.

“None of that now, I want all of that for later, hm? Plus you haven’t said a word to me so why should I reward you?” The cocky smirk makes you want smack it off her face but your mind wanders to riding her mouth instead.  

Sure, this was a fun game to play, but edging the entire day after a ruined orgasm and cruel intentional teasing wasn’t something you wanted to do, at least today. 

“I hate you.” Arms crossed across your chest as you look out the passenger window daydreaming about satiating the painful ache inside of you.

“Honey, you know that's not true.” watching her in the reflection, scoffing at her as she starts pouting again. 

Unable to see her reach over, she grabs your hand, lacing her fingers with yours and kissing the top of your hand to try to soften you a little bit. You weren’t going to budge, tugging your hand out of hers, making sure she saw the annoyed look on your face before crossing your arms again. 

“You are so mad at me!” chuckling hard enough to startle you. 

“Baby, if you can be good for me today…” car stopping right in front of Nayeon and Momo’s shared apartment. 

Jihyo puts her car into park and turns to face you. It’s hard not to look into her big brown eyes, they were your weakness. She uses that to her advantage, another cute pout dawns her face. 

“Y/n…” whined out and she grabbed your hand again, resting her chin on your palm so you hold her face, an attempt to get you to break and crack a smile. It almost works.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want when we get home, okay baby? Just be a good girl for me today and I’ll-” 

Jihyo cut off by the sound of the back seat opening, Momo and Nayeon climb in and greet the two of you, prompting Jihyo to rotate and get ready to drive again. Nayeon offers a sweet happy “Hiiii!” and Momo seems to be dreading the day ahead. 

The ride to the park carries on as you’d expect, soft music plays through while the three of them chat about the park you were currently headed to and the rides they wanted to go on. Not really being a theme park person, you just sat and tried to plot how you were going to get revenge on Jihyo for this morning's antics. 

“What do you mean you don’t like rollercoasters?!” Jihyo’s voice carries loudly through the smaller space, pulling you out of the daydream you were having. 

“I just don’t like them…I only agreed because Nayeon said that she would take me to that new expensive restaurant tomorrow if I agreed to go today…” Momo groaned, definitely not happy to be in this situation. 

“Don’t worry, Momo” speaking up for the first time since they’ve gotten in the car. Jihyo was surprised when you chimed in, especially after being silent aside from the few words you have before they got into the car.

“I'll stay with you while these two run a muck, I’m not really in a roller coaster mood today, but let's do the other rides with them” 

“I thought this was something you wanted to do? I wanted to go on some roller coasters with you today.” side eyeing you from the driver seat, she seems a little pissed off when you realize the possibility here.

“I’ve already been on one today, thanks.” tension now apparent to the others present. 

“But you’ve got Nayeon to go on roller coasters with, baby! I can keep Momo company while you wait in the lines.” your grin is a little too wide for Jihyo’s liking and it very much seemed like you had an ulterior motive. 

Before you and Jihyo started dating, you mentioned to her one time about how you thought Momo was attractive and she never let you forget it. Always seemingly a little more defensive when you were around her. Jealous when Momo made you laugh or if you got too close to her. 

You didn’t really know each other too well but you knew that Jihyo would be watching you when you were close to her. That is exactly what you wanted. 

Momo and Nayeon can sense something is up but they can’t see the furrowing of her brows, and the way she is biting the inside of her cheeks to know for certain. She reaches over and grabs your hand, seemingly a little anxious that maybe she made you a little too mad this morning. Maybe she teased you a little too much.  

Squeezing her hand for a little for some reassurance, still not looking at her. You absolutely were still upset about that morning but it was all part of the game…the one she didn’t realize that she was still playing. Plan set in motion, you were going to get exactly what you wanted from her…and hopefully, sooner than anticipated. 

–

Walking into the park, you take the path to the right and start riding the rides in order. The roller coasters were usually towards the back of the park, so most of the ones up front were a yes for everyone. The lines weren’t too long and you were enjoying the distraction from your hopeless desire for Jihyo, when they were present.

Jihyo was extremely affectionate with you when the opportunity presented itself. Maybe she did actually feel bad for how this morning went… Holding you from behind, barely letting go of your hand, and pressing her lips against your shoulders and cheeks anytime she had the opening to. 

She wouldn’t let you leave her side for more than 5 minutes before searching for you, the clinginess is cute…you are almost sorry for what you were about to do. 

“Wasn't this that rollercoaster you were talking about last night, baby? You and Nayeon should go on it!” pushing her to the line with Nayeon. 

“Yes! Let’s go!” Nayeon takes off, leaving Momo behind with you and Jihyo who is furrowing her brows at you again. She looks too cute when she’s frustrated.

Momo and you look at each other, having not spent a lot of time alone together, she’s not really sure where to start a conversation with you. 

“Uhm…do you want to go get a snack?” remembering that Momo was partial to foods and maybe you could find some common ground. 

“Oh, Absolutely!” heading to the food cart near the ride that they were on so you weren’t out of sight…you wanted to make sure she watched what was about to happen. 

Grabbing a churro and a large pretzel, you and momo found a bench to sit on. You talked about a few different things and found that you actually did have some common ground. Enjoying a lot of the same flavors of food broke the ice between the two of you. 

You asked about her and what her schedules were like, understanding a little more than most about how time consuming they could be because of your girlfriend who was looking over and scowling every few minutes. Unable to stifle the laugh when you see it, Momo looks at you in confusion. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Jihyo and I…we had a moment this morning before we came and picked you and Nayeon up. She’s been so clingy because she thinks I’m mad at her…and she keeps looking over here and making this face like she’s annoyed, I think she’s getting a little jealous because I’ve been cold with her a little today.” giggles lacing the explanation.

“Wait, why would she be jealous? I’m not going to hit on you…wait, not that you aren’t worthy of me hitting on you, but you’re obviously with Jihyo…not that I’m trying to hit on you or anything…not saying that I wouldn’t but it would be rude of me…to do that” stammering through the sentence and flustering herself, she turns bright red, unable to shield her embarrassment. 

“Relax, relax” you assure her.

“Listen, I’m actually trying to make her a little jealous…Would you be interested in helping me stoke the fire? You won’t have to do anything crazy.” asking for consent before carrying on with the plan you hatched. 

“...I don’t know, I mean she is my friend. What did you have in mind?” hesitant to agree, though she does have a small smile on her face. 

“Wait, I have to know…what did she do that made you mad?” now wanting the context of the situation. 

“Well, uhm, I don’t mind telling you but it’s definitely TMI.”  a warning before the tale.

“I live with Nayeon, there is no such thing as TMI. Especially because of the sounds that her and Jeongyeon make when she comes to stay the night…trust me, I’ll be okay. Spill!” chuckled back to you.

“Okay, so you know this morning when you called?” 

Momo nods her head. 

“Well we were in the middle of something and I was about to…you know…and she stopped and answered the phone…and never came back to finish what she started. But she sure did come back to make sure I stayed in that state and mindset” blinking a few times for emphasis. 

“Oh, she’s evil for that. Also, so sorry! I would never intentionally cock block you.” containing her laughter as best she could, she wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. 

“Okay, I’ll bite. I would be so mad if someone left me like that.” agreeing to your plan. 

Momo was very stunning and that was easy to admit. Her muscular arms were enough to cause a scene, beautiful face, charming voice and she cooks? She was quite the catch. Jihyo being aware of the way you view Momo made it almost too perfect.

Your hand travels up to her exposed bicep and rests there. Momo looks over at Jihyo, who is gawking at the two of you and typing furiously on her phone without even looking down. 

The table vibrates. 

Someone got a text message. 

Momo looks at you, waiting for you to reach for your phone to see if it was exactly what you both knew it was. 

“I want to see what happens if I just ignore it.” poking Jihyo even harder as you start tracing the outline of Momo’s shoulders and giving her the “fuck me” eyes. 

“Do you think she’s still looking?” Momo was afraid to look where her members were waiting. 

Phone pinging rapidly against the table, a slew of text messages barrage your phone. Making sure to roll your eyes just to add insult to injury before picking up your phone and seeing what your girlfriend had sent you. 

Baby<3: why are you that close to her?

Baby<3: what are you doing…

Baby<3: y/n…

Baby<3: why the fuck are you touching her like that?

Baby<3: Answer me.

Baby<3: Now. 

“Oh, she is definitely looking and she is definitely pissed.” giggling, putting your hand back on her arm, but her forearm this time. Swinging your head back to where Nayeon and Jihyo were in line, Nayeon is covering her mouth and trying not to laugh and Jihyo’s arms are crossed, staring daggers at the two of you.

“She looks pretty upset…are you sure you want to keep this up?” an apprehensive tone out of Momo as Jihyo and Nayeon step into the ride, getting seated, and fixing the safety equipment so it fits them the way it’s supposed to. 

Jihyo’s eyes never leave you. 

Winking at her and blowing her a kiss right before the ride launches off, you cackle when she’s out of sight. Momo isn’t really sure how to react to you seeing how mad Jihyo was. 

“So you want her angry…as revenge?”

“More jealous, but I’ll take angry too.”

“Won’t this…start a fight or something? Wouldn’t that be counterproductive?” questioning your motives. 

“You said there was no TMI right?” ready to spill the tea to her, knowing she would understand after you said it out loud. 

“Right.”

“She gets very…passionate…when she’s jealous…but she knows I would never cheat on her.” letting Momo in further to the game you were playing, the roller coaster still going, slingshotting over your head. 

Looking up at Jihyo as she passes over you, hand still on Momo when it happens and you can see the flash of rage on her face as she and Nayeon pass by. 

“This is literally so she will be…more aggressive…with you?” finally putting the pieces together.

Nodding your head with a devious smile, she can’t help but belly laugh at the plan you put together. 

“I know we are just getting to know each other now but I can see why you’re together. Especially if this is the response you have to what happened between you this morning. It’s like a game and I think we both know how competitive she is.” Nodding in agreement with herself. 

“Let’s just hope it goes the way I think it will. So far, she’s losing!” chuckling with Momo about the shared information. Even if your plan fell through, at least you were sure you had made a better friend out of Momo. 

Jihyo and Nayeon get off the ride, walking back over to you and the tension in Jihyo is palpable. She’s trying to mask it while Nayeon talks to her but when she approaches you, she sits between you and Momo on the bench, slamming her hand down on your thigh and squeezing as a reminder of her title. 

“Let’s head to the next one, the app says it’s only a 20 minute wait!” Nayeon sings loudly before standing and taking off. The three of you stand, Jihyo in silence, and you and Momo carry on the previous conversation you were having about food.

Jihyo grabs your hand vigorously, trying to get your attention. Even with the harsh display of affection, you made sure to stay present in the conversation with Momo, much to Jihyo’s dismay. 

Jihyo scoffs at you, throwing your hand that wasn’t holding hers down and walking, faster than both of you. 

Another few minutes and you were at the next ride, Jihyo and Nayeon get in line, you and Momo take a seat in view and continue on with your plan. Still talking about random topics, your hands tugging on the sleeves of the tank top she was wearing, and Jihyo burning holes into your skin and sending more angry text messages. 

Too bad your phone was on “Do not disturb”

“She’s really pissed, Y/n…maybe we should stop…” Momo is looking up at Jihyo, whose hands are now balled into fists, visibly clenched so tight that she probably shouldn’t even be going on this roller coaster. Nayeon is trying to get her attention, snapping her fingers in front of Jihyo’s face but it does nothing. 

“Maybe I’ll lay off a little. She does look a little more rage filled than expected…”  worried that you might have forced Jihyo past the point of return. 

The ride being quick and easy, Jihyo and Nayeon only being gone for a little over 25 minutes, you suggest something everyone would be up for. 

“There is that haunted house dark ride that’s kind of cheesy, we could do that one!” you reach for Jihyo’s hand as a peace offering, she’s quick to pull away and start walking towards the ride mentioned. 

Momo and you look at each other, Momo has a tight lipped smile, concerned at the scene that was silently unfolding around you. Nayeon has some cotton candy and is so focused on eating it that she doesn’t even realize what’s playing out before everyone.

Running to catch up to your girlfriend, you grab her hand before she can pull away. 

“Hey…hey” pulling her to a stop. She’s so mad she won’t even make eye contact with you, face holding a look of frustration that you’ve only seen in very heated situations that usually have nothing to do with you.

Wrapping your arms around her neck, her hands coming up to your waist like they usually did, showing you that she was, in fact, present for what you were about to say. 

“I was only trying to make you jealous…I just wanted you to be upset with me and take it out on me tonight is all…I’ll stop being a brat...Okay?” almost pleading with her to see that it was all a part of the game. . 

“I know what you wanted…But you don’t need to fucking hang all over Momo and throw a tantrum because you didn’t cum this morning.” tone heavy, almost spiteful.  

There’s a quiver between your legs, this is exactly what you wanted but this was not the time to tell her that.  

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll stop, okay? Just please- let’s enjoy the rest of the day. You deserve to have fun and not have to worry about something so silly. I love you. No one else.” 

Leaning in to hug her, she doesn’t pull away from you. Jihyo just lets you hold her, reciprocating the movement but the tension was still there. Hoping to ease the stress, you kiss her lips tenderly. 

She smiles at you devotedly, squeezes your hand a little and guides you into the line of the ride. 

Jihyo has this air about her now, standing behind you with her hand never leaving the small of your back. She’s almost defensive posture the entire wait for the ride, though it’s not an aggressive stance, but the vibe of it is “this is mine.” 

“Alright, two people in a buggy, please!” the worker at the front of the line shouts over the crowds of people. 

Momo and Nayeon get seated in the one in front of you, the line of hooded seats moves up and stops. Climbing in from the left side and shuffling a step to the end, Jihyo gets in after you. She’s oddly stoic, inexpressive about everything. Usually she was so excited for this ride.  

Placing a hand on Jihyo’s forearm, you see her eyes follow your movements, carefully watching you. Taking your hand down into hers, lifting it over her shoulders, and placing your arm around her. Scooting closer to you, her head resting on your shoulder and linking your fingers together. 

This is peculiar to you. She was just borderline seething, then she was too calm, and now she’s cuddling you? Something’s not right…

The covered spheres you sat in started shifting once more, gradually making their way down the track. The lights dim as you make your way down the tunnel, leisurely launching into the water as the ride begins. 

The score for the ride starts to play through the hidden speakers, you feel a finger tracing the hem of your shorts on your upper thighs, getting closer and closer to where your legs meet every time they make a pass. 

“You know,” snapping you out of the trance the feather light touches put you in.

“I really don’t appreciate the attention you’ve been giving Momo today…” not even bothering to look up at you, just continuing to trail her fingers.

“And I don’t like that you ignored my texts and didn’t stop after seeing them…even if it was just to get my attention” Her fingers walk up to the waistband of your shorts and pause for only a moment.

“That being said,” unbuttoning your shorts before you can protest.

“Jihyo, we are in public! What are you doing?!” through clenched teeth, trying to push her hand away from where it threatened to touch. 

“I thought this was what you wanted, hm? To be punished? Isn’t this one of your fantasies? Isn’t this why you wanted me jealous in the first place? ” seductively into your ear, before she starts kissing and biting your neck. 

Muffling a groan that erupted as soon as her teeth sunk into your skin, you turned your head to kiss her but she grabbed your face roughly. Fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other, and palm on your chin, she forces your head forward and holds it in place. 

“Oh, no, no, baby. You don’t get to kiss me right now. You need to focus on keeping your mouth shut.” Condescendingly spat as she begins sliding her hand down your underwear and cupping your pussy. 

“Rock your hips. Now.” pushing her middle finger between your lips, the contact on your clit makes you jolt, and puts you right back at being a needy mess like you were this morning.  

“Go ahead, baby. Grind into my finger. I can feel how desperate you are…be a good slut and do as I say.” Lowly growling to let you know she wasn’t kidding and removing her hand from your face. 

Gasping at her tone and positioning yourself in a way that would feel the best given the situation, you bucked your hips up against her fingers harshly. She’s not even looking at you as you pathetically hump her hand, trying to keep your breathing even, small whines leave your lips and you pick up the pace. 

“Stop. I fucking told you to keep quiet. Now you’ll suffer.” the words echo in your brain, you halt immediately but almost cry at the loss of sensation. 

The ride is still spinning and moving through scenes and stages but with the way you're sitting, no one can tell where her hand is. 

“Jihyo…” a soft plea for her to make some form of movement on you. 

“I’ll do what I please with what is mine.” holding her hand in the same position, it’s completely drenched from your cunt and you just need to feel something. Completely frustrated at the way she was messing with you.

“Fine! Then, if you're going to do what you want then, so will I!” stuttering your hips again, using her hand in a nearly frantic manner. 

Jihyo just laughs at the act, removing her hand from your shorts and pushing you back down into your spot on the bench. She’s watching you closely, the primal need in your eyes, how you couldn’t find a comfortable seat. 

You have finally reached your breaking point. 

“UGH! Stop toying with me! I just need to c- cum! I’ll do anything, baby. Just fuck me already!” 

A villainous laugh reverberates through her chest, a devilish grin, and a hand wraps around your neck, squeezing the sides, and pulling you in for a heated kiss. 

Tongues dance amongst each other, eager in her movements and very much in control. Her hand makes its way to your cunt again and she pushes a single finger inside of you, it’s enough to incite a gasp from your lips. 

Unable to control yourself, you start thrusting your hips again. She pulls her finger out of you, instantly. 

“I didn’t tell you to fucking move.” taking her hand off your throat, about to remove her other hand from your shorts but you grab her forearm, grinding against her hand again.

“Please, baby…I need you. I fucking need you!” getting so close to her face that you can feel her breath on your skin.

She’s trying to keep calm but the fire behind her eyes was telling you she was anything but. 

Was she actually in control here? 

Only one way to know for sure. 

“Mommy…please, I need you inside me. Fucking, please!” A sense of urgency in your voice and the way you grasp at her shoulders has her about to pounce when all of a sudden, the ride comes to an unexpected stop, both of you now frozen, worried you’d been seen. 

“Hello! We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please keep your arms and legs inside of the attraction vehicles and we will have the ride up and running in no time!” crackles over the intercom. 

Faces inches apart, Jihyo’s jaw tensing as she looks out to see that the buggy you were in was facing a wall, no one could see into it. A lucky coincidence. 

Making eye contact with her, you remove her hand from your shorts. The confusion on her face shines through the darkness. You hook your thumbs in your shorts and slide them off completely. 

Jihyo’s eyes widened in shock, not expecting you to remove half your clothes on an amusement park ride.The look turns to hunger in a half second and you recognize the shift in her. She was about to devour you. 

“That’s how bad you want it, huh? Willing to get half naked  in public, just to feel me?” Lifting your legs, she rotates your hips towards her, pulling your calves hostilely so you lay down in the seat that was roomy for 2 people. 

She pushes your thighs against your chest and stares down at your drenched cunt.

Licking the padding of 3 of her fingers, she slaps your pussy with an audible smack, not worried about how sensitive you were in the slightest. 

“Think you can flirt with Momo all fucking day, and then I’m just going to fuck you?” Venomously hissed through the sounds of people chattering around you. They were waiting for the ride to start again, you were hoping it would be a while. 

“What is it about her, hm?” Another smack. 

“Do you think she could make you this wet?” This smack harder than all the other ones, but you knew she could do better. 

“Who do you think made me this wet in the first place?” with a tenseness that matched the state of your yearning. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She slams her full palm right on your cunt, you jolt and let out a silent cry as your entire body starts to tingle from the antagonistic slaps of Jihyo. 

“Can you cum like this? Should you even cum at all?” splattering your soaked cunt’s fluids all over her own legs and hand. 

Without warning, she slams two fingers into you. It takes everything you have to not let out a sound. Gripping anything you could, you tried to say quiet, the hardest task assigned because all you wanted to do was cry. 

“Mommy! Slow down, oh fuck, I’m gon- ungh -na cum!”  

“I don’t fucking care. Be a good little whore and shut the fuck up.” lowering her head, teasing you with the tip of her tongue. 

Relentlessly fucking into you, it takes all the control you were quickly losing to keep your moans in, not that the other sounds emanating from you were any quieter.

Feeling yourself making a mess, you decide to take a little control from her. Running your fingers through her hair, gripping her locks and mercilessly rocking onto her tongue at a steady speed.   

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Hyo, I’m gonna fucking cum!” 

She shoves another finger into your entrance unexpectedly, causing you to cry out- pulsing around her fingers and finally gaining the release you've been chasing all day. Thighs tighten around her head, holding her in place while you ride your orgasm out but her fingers don’t stop thrusting. 

“Baby, what -mmmhhhh fuck, oh my fucking god!” 

“The whimpering whining whore wanted to cum so badly, right? So fucking cum.” Slapping your clit over and over again. You can’t help but get loud for her, velvet laced grunts and adrenaline filled moans flee from your lungs in a race to fill the air. 

“Shhh! Keep it down or I’ll stop and leave you like this again!” stiffly whispered to you when she got up onto her knees to lean over you. 

“Wouldn’t that be so sad? Let me help you.” Shoving her fingers covered in your own slick into your mouth to keep you quiet and placing the palm of the other right on your clit, fingers curling up into you so hard that you can’t even govern your own body. 

Vision starts to fade, the sensations are almost too much for you to bear. Muscles tensing throughout you as you dissolve into your own pleasure. Explosions and shockwaves ripple through the fibers of your being, leaving trails of electricity across your skin. 

Jerking and contorting under her, you can’t make much sound with her fingers halfway down your throat but the taste of your own cum from her finger adds to your state of bliss. You’re sure to suck every bit of yourself off her before she lazily pulls them from your mouth.

She’s got a smirk on her face like she just won a war when she watches you do it, unable to contain the victory smile she was prepared with. 

You are completely fucked out, leaking onto the seat, huffing and just trying to catch your breath. Putting your hand on her cheek before she makes her descent.  

“Was that what you wanted?” Jihyo questions, cleaning you with her tongue. Twitching out of sensitivity under her touch, completely swollen and unsure if you’ll even be able to sit properly for the rest of the day.  

All you can do is nod your head, too weak to even think about speaking. She helps you put your shorts back on and sits you up right before letting you lean into her until you regain some of your energy. 

The ride starts moving again, people start cheering as you make your way through the rest of the tunnel, not even remembering what attraction you were on in the first place. She’s pointing out the things she thinks would spark your interest indicating that she was no longer frustrated with you, at least to the same extent as before. 

Momo and Nayeon get off the ride first, waiting for the two of you at the exit when your buggy pulls up. Jihyo steps over you to get out first so she can help you stand, grateful for this because of how unsteady your legs were. 

Her hand around your waist as you walk out into the sun, happily feeling the warmth of the day. Jihyo points out a table with benches attached, walking everyone over to have a seat and discuss further plans. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Momo asks, noticing your energy change. 

“Yes. Just a little tired.” winking at her. 

“…wait…is that what I heard?…you didn’t…” 

Jihyo butts in, suggesting to head over to an ice cream shop around the corner and everyone agrees. Momo and Nayeon are distracted with each other when you lean in and kiss Jihyo on the cheek. 

“Thank you, baby” 

“Don’t thank me just yet, I still have plans for you once we get home.”

[zyonicorn]

Sea, Beach & Her

“Babe!! It’s the beach!!!” after so long, the two of you are finally on a trip to Hawaii with your girlfriend, Jihyo. You know she's very outgoing and she loves the outdoors, that's why you booked your destination as Hawaii.

“Let’s go and take a look. Did you bring your swimsuit?” you asked her as her eyes sparkled. “Of course!! Are you changing?” you didn't plan to, but as Jihyo asked, all you could do is to say yes.

It was not a holiday so there were only a few people on the beach, no one in the changing room. You and your girlfriend entered a different room, hearing her taking off her overalls, and putting on her swimsuit as you heard the strap hitting her skin. You put on your swimsuit as fast as possible, then leave the room and take the bags for your girlfriend, so she can enjoy herself right after.

She walked out in her swimsuit- brown based, with the patterns of green flowers on it. Her cleavage showing, chest round and full, her body muscles perfectly shaped, abs showing the result of her workouts, every part of her was flawless.

“Let’s go baby!” she said and ran out of the changing room in her slippers, you followed her immediately.

She ran under the sun, the light reflecting her defined lines, you hid under the shadow and looked at your girlfriend having fun. “You’re not coming?” she asked from far away. You shook your head, but seeing the disappointment on your girlfriend’s face, you still walked to her and grabbed her waist, enjoying the moment.

“I haven’t put on my sunscreen yet. Would you like to help me?” she asked while looking at you, grabbing your waist this time.

You thought it was normal, so you nodded without hesitation. “Let’s get behind those rocks. I need to get my boob covered too.” sure it may look weird if you’re putting sunscreen on your girl’s chest, so you agreed and found a big rock to hide behind.

You took the bottle of sunscreen and squeezed some on your hand, started to apply it to Jihyo’s back who was lying on the sheet under the shade. Feeling her muscles, you couldn’t help but touch her skin more, it was so smooth and you felt her temperature.

“When are you finishing babe” She seemed to notice your behavior. “Oops, sorry, please turn around,” you asked Jihyo.

She turned and faced you now, her chest spreading naturally, you couldn't control it and stared. “Like my chest so much don’t you?” she teased. “Well you got to touch them today,” she said and led your hand with sunscreen to her boobs. You blushed, Jihyo knew everything. You applied the sunscreen on the upper part of her boobs and her collarbone. “It's not fully covered,” your girlfriend says. Before you could understand what she said, she took your hand and put it under her swimsuit, feeling her nipple and warm soft chest. You gasped from her being unusually attentive.

You spread the sunscreen on her breasts, trying to act like it's nothing, but your red cheeks betray you. The Hmphs she made (intentionally) are somehow turning you on, which she noticed. “Do you want me to help you too?” she asked. Although you know she might do something weird, for example touching your sensitive areas to tease, you still nod. She sat up and you’re the one lying down now, feeling her temperature on the sheet, also on her hands. 

She helped you with your front first, applying the sunscreen on your neck, collarbone, chest, stomach, thigh, every inch she could reach. Moving her hands from the upper body to your waist, then to your inner thigh, she hit your pussy with the side of her hand intentionally. You hissed from the sensation it brought, until she started to slowly draw small circles on your inner thigh. The atmosphere changed in the blink of an eye, you blushed and squinted your eyes, warning her if she did anything more than that. “I thought you were enjoying it” she smirked. 

“We are in public, Jihyo! People might walk past and see whatever we’re doing-” she cut you off before you could finish, leaning towards you for a kiss. “And that's the interesting part.” her hand moved from your thigh to your clit, slightly poking out from the fabric. “You fucking like it” She smiled into your mouth, eyes closed, forehead brushing on yours, starting to slowly rub on your clit. 

“Hmph someone will see us” You tried to stop her by pushing her shoulders away, but damn her workouts were worth it, she was strong enough to press you underneath. 

Her voice was steady and soft, “People won’t know as long as you’re quiet and obedient” “It has been a while isn’t it?” She stopped before continuing, checking your reaction. “And only if you fuck me well here, I might let you save your strength for walking.” She said.

Jihyo took off the underwear that you'd just put on in the changing room a little while ago, circling your hard, slippery clit. Without edging for longer, she put one finger in and started thrusting, not giving you time to adjust.

“Hmph aghh hmmm” You covered your mouth with the back of your palm, the mixture of pain and pleasure washing over your body.

“W-wait Jihyo” You wanted to stop her because you still didn't think it was suitable to have sex here, and also because it hurt so much after a long time. 

“What?” she asked. You hesitated, “I-it hurts..” “And I still think we shouldn't be doing it here.” she stopped her thrust and listened to your soft voice carefully. 

“But you’re so wet already, clenching me so hard with your tight pussy… Are you sure you want me to stop?” the bottom of your mind wanted her to keep going, yet the situation is not giving you a chance to think.

She pulled out her finger, ready to stand up and pack. “No- no I mean.. Finish this first..” you said out of frustration, stretching your cunt open with two fingers, showing your pussy to Jihyo fully, signaling her to put her finger back into your hole, which is throbbing from the sudden emptiness.

“Oh so now you want to be fucked?” she smirked and looked at you from above. “You know what to do.”

“P-please..” You faintly breathed. Jihyo always asks you to beg her in bed, ‘training’ you to beg even without her asking now.

“Yes sweetie,” she said and plugged two fingers in this time, immediately started moving them in and out.

“Agh emmmm” you bit on your finger and another hand clenched onto the sheet below. Her voice steady and soft, her juice oozing out of her pussy. “Feeling good?” “Hmph so good..” you have to keep your volume down, but each hit brings you more and more pleasure. 

You felt your organism building up in your stomach, and your heart felt like it was twisted, raising your feet and clamping the hand below uncontrollably. “Baby I- I’m so close- Agh” you moaned into your hand as the woman kept crashing her fingers into your flesh. 

“I want to hear you say my name, love” Her smile or pride enlarges as she sees you tensing up, curling her fingers just to hit your spot more delicately.

“J-jihyo please please hmph” You held your breath as you felt your release, “Breath baby,” she said as she pulled out her finger with a Pop sound. 

“Agh” you breathed out hard and lost strength, hands on your face collapsing onto the sheet, you panted slowly as you noticed Jihyo’s gaze, pouting and seems to be signaling you something.

You looked at her and asked, “Do you want me to do it too, Jihyo?” 

“Yes please!” she sounded like a child somehow, you melt at her tone.

You sit up as she kneels next to you, one hand on the back of her head, another in her smooth soft hair, pulling her for a kiss.

“We will do it slowly, cuz you know you make a lot of noise,” you teased between kisses. You moved the hand in her hair down, resting on her chest as you felt her heat through the swimsuit. You sneaked under her loosened fabric, and the strap fell off her shoulder, making her look messy and horny.

“Mm” her low moans breathed into your mouth as you flicked her nipples, occasionally squeezing the boobs. So soft and warm, you kissed her harder to stop her moans, but it turned out louder. “Shh-” You pulled away just enough to see her eyes, her breath a few centimeters away. You crashed your lips onto her’s again. You don’t know if you're sweating because of the hot weather or Jihyo.

Her hand reached for yours on her neck, guiding it to her crotch. “That's it, fuck me” she sounded out of breath, almost commanding. “Stay quiet” you whispered. She nodded obediently like a puppy, eyes shining, all innocent and cute. 

You started by rubbing her clit with your middle finger through her cloth, feeling its hotness and her weak whimpers every time you circle. Jihyo hisses from the sensation. 

“Mmm,” she whined softly and pushed your hand further, feeling the coldness on your finger, moist and erotic. 

“Can I?” You asked. “Emmm” she started to grind on your finger in response. 

“So eager and needy” you whispered into her ears. Face to face, a few inches away, you felt her hot breath on your skin, her scent making you so dizzy that you almost forgot that you were in public.

You pushed the fabric covering her pussy to the side, feeling her skin- so wet and hot, you teased around the entrance. To your surprise, she pushed herself onto your finger, basically sat on it. 

You smirked at her eagerness, starting to thrust your finger in and out, soon adding one more. “K-kiss me” Jihyo’s voice shaky, leaning closer that her upper lip brushed through yours. Her breath seems to be leading your red lips, you kiss her without hesitation. Sloppy, open-mouthed, that’s how you describe it. As you thrust harder, hitting her g-spot intentionally, she moaned into your mouth, her kiss getting hungrier.

Her voice is getting louder, along with the wet sound and the waves, you break the kiss as a string of saliva connects the two of you.

You stopped your thrust, holding your fingers in and occasionally brushing her g-spot, but slow enough to hang her on the edge, your thumb drew circles on her hard clit slowly.

“Plea-please baby please I'm so close-” she begged, her voice soft and lovely, making you melt. “But I told you to stay quiet,” “I-I’m sorry baby I will stay quiet from now on- hmph” She started to ride your fingers, moving with her hands on your shoulder, her boobs bouncing in her swimsuit. 

“Slut.” you said as you pulled out your hand, holding her waist and signaling her to turn around. She’s now kneeling on the sheets, her elbows supporting her weight, which would definitely leave bruises later. 

You licked the dripping juice on your fingers, then shove them right back into Jihyo’s wet cunt. Her flesh immediately wrapped around your joint, slick leaking out as she clenched hard. She frowned, you looked at her from the side and started to thrust your fingers.

Her silent screams as you sped up makes you proud. It has always been Jihyo satisfying your needs, and now you get to handle everything.

Your slick oozing out of your own pussy, seeing Jihyo’s lewd and needy expression, you fingered yourself while working in Jihyo’s wet cunt. You bit onto your lower lips, enjoying the pleasure your fingers brought for yourself and Jihyo.

“Hmph” she uncontrollably whined. You heard that and decided to stop her. Taking the fingers on your pussy, you shove them in Jihyo’s mouth, forcing her to lick and suck your juice.

“I told you to shut up.” You tried to keep your voice steady, Jihyo tasted your water and sucked on it like she was having a delicious meal. “Almost there” she breathed out, barely audible. “Please”

“Shh,” You said and turned her over, now she’s facing up. You backed up and put your tongue on her swollen pussy. Angle up your fingers, and hitting her g-spot as she clenched harder, her cunt wetter and hotter, you heard her quiet moans.

The tip of your tongue flicked on her clit, sucking her juicy folds forcefully, earning a moan from Jihyo. You got up, lips covered with her slick and your saliva from the sloppy kisses. “Shut up or I’ll stop” You pushed your arm again and again, each hit harder than before, and every time your palm hit her wet pussy made a lewd sound. 

Jihyo’s fist clenched on the sheet below, her other hand covering her mouth as hard as possible, trying to stop her sound. “Hmph em agh hmph-” she shut her eyes, a drop of tear rolled down the corner of her big eye, her hand not covering her moans well.

“Noisy” you smirked and whispered, “Cum for me” 

“Ahh hmph” she held her breath, soon started panting as she released her hand, her cunt clenched onto your fingers trying to pull you back in.

“Phew- that was awesome baby,” she said, voice shaky.

You didn't give her any time to rest, but grind your erected clit on her thigh. “Again” your voice soft, begging for more. She smiled, shooting her gaze into your needy eyes. “I thought you wanted to end this as soon as possible” “Don't you hate it in public?”

“I don't care, fuck me,” you said and leaned down, kissing Jihyo while grinding. Glad that no one found out until then two of you finished, from afternoon till dawn.

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Ik it's short and low quality am sry 🙏

[pt2change]

my only one — park jihyo

pairing: mom!jihyo x mom!reader

genre: parents au, fluff, jihyo gets jealous, and it’s ceo!jihyo, she’s a hardworking woman, but always makes time for her family: ’))

word count: 1,060

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it’s honestly not jihyo’s fault that she has to work on jay’s first day of kindergarten……

she was supposed to have the day off but things happened at the office and now she HAS to go in

but she put on a brave face and acted like it didn’t matter

……

but it did!!!!!

in fact she even cried out of frustration while she showered

she was missing her son’s first ever day of school

jihyo saw him in the morning before leaving and she just couldn’t bare the thought of missing him when he gets out in the afternoon :(

you and jihyo lived a few streets down from the school, so you ended up walking jay to school in the morning

you told jihyo that you were able to pick him up again when he gets out

which was fine but jihyo hoped she would make it out early

it’s 3pm when jihyo finds herself parked in front of the school waiting for you and jay so you could all ride home together

she leans on outside of her car after receiving your text about being at the entrance of the school waiting for the bell to ring

and minutes later the bell rings and jihyo spots jay walking out with his large backpack on

jihyo just can’t help but smile to herself when she sees the backpack bouncing up and down on his shoulders

or how his hair is ruffled compared to how nice and sleek it was this morning

or how he’s talking and laughing with another boy who jihyo assumes must be is a classmate

as jihyo looks past her son, shortly behind him is you, and her heart begins to flutter

you and jihyo met during a college class you both shared, and it took you both a while to come to terms with your feelings for each other and begin dating

3 years later and jihyo decided to propose, and that’s where you both are now; happily married with a little boy

and jihyo couldn’t be happier with how her future turned out

you were glowing, having your eyes set on your son as you talked with a man…

a man who jihyo can only assume was the father of the other boy jay was playing with

jihyo leans off her car and crosses her arms

and when you bend over slightly to hear what jay is trying to you amongst all the commotion of the other kids yelling and laughing

that’s when jihyo notices the man eyeing you up and down….

jihyo feels a hint of jealousy and anger because he totally just checked you out…..

and you turn back to the man to speak to him quickly, jay looks around and sees jihyo standing by her car

jay’s entire face lights up, “mommy!”

and jihyo pouts and feels her heart flutter again at the sight of her son running towards her

she squats down, opening her arms in time for jay to cling onto her, “hi baby”

she wraps her arms around jay and his tiny hands latched onto the back of jihyo’s shoulders

you smile to yourself as you watch from a distance

as you watch your wife and son hug, you notice jihyo staring at you

so you say goodbye to the man you had been making small conversation with and begin walking towards jihyo and jay

jihyo glares over to the tall man who’s holding his child’s hand

….. and he is checking out your ass as your walking towards her

jihyo’s focus changes when she hears your voice, “i thought it was just gonna be me picking him up”

and jihyo hikes jay on her hip, “i couldn’t miss the chance of picking him up on his first day”

she tickles his side making him giggle uncontrollably

right when you get closer to jihyo, she uses her spare hand to pull you in and gives you a hard, deep kiss

you laugh against her lips and and tap her on the shoulder, pushing her away slightly

your cheeks heat up, “hey, there’s people watching!”

jihyo lowers her hand to your waist, and grins “good”

and that’s when you put 2 and 2 together

“oh my god,” you cover your mouth as you let out a laugh, “you’re jealous”

jihyo shakes her head no, but you raise your eyebrows at her

she smacks her lips together, “he was staring at your ass!”

there’s a small gasp from jay’s mouth, “ooo, mommy said a bad word”

you open your lips and look back and forth between your wife and son

you furrowed your eyebrows, “yeah, mommy’s gonna be in trouble for saying a bad word”

jihyo faces jay, “oh you’re gonna snitch on me, huh?”

she tickles him again, and he squirms out of her grip and runs over to you holding your hand

you walk with jay to the back of the car and open the door, buckling him in

jihyo closes the car door, and right before she walks over to the drivers side you grab her by the hips

you kiss her softly, wrapping one hand around her waist and the other around her shoulders

you pull away from her soft lips and smile at her, “don’t be so jealous, babe. no one can ever make me feel the way you do.”

jihyo pecks your cheek, “you’re gonna make it up to me later.”

you nodded getting into the passenger seat, and jihyo makes her way around to the drivers side

and just before she gets in, she waves at the other parent who you had been speaking to.

……..

………

when it’s 11 pm and you and jihyo are laying next to each other in bed, she presses your side

“so what did you two talk about?”

you jokingly roll your eyes, “oh my god, you’re so jealous, it’s not even funny anymore.”

jihyo lays her arm over your abdomen, “but i just want to kn-”

she stops talking when you’ve turned to face her

“you know what?” you reach over to her give her a peck on the cheek

you move down to her neck and start kissing it slowly, “i’m pretty sure i have to make it up to now, huh?”

and you place kisses all over her neck and shoulders

“mmhm, you do”

[fanfiction4sooya]

Helping Hand (Older S/W Jihyo x F!R)

Don't ask me why I did it, just know the thought of older sw jihyo couldn't leave my mind for a month or so. Hope you like it! Love ya'll, have fun! 💖💖💖

cw: sex worker jihyo, pussy eating, inexperienced reader, fingering, grinding, dry humping, 69, oral sex, squirting, nipple play, overstimulation, swearing, a very long story; not proofread so if you find a mistake... no you didn't mind your business.

You felt nervous.

You looked at yourself for the ninth time in the big mirror, smoothing your dress, applying lip gloss, anything that could take your mind off of the fact that you were about to have sex with a woman for the first time.

Park Jihyo.

Your friend Ryujin had told you about a client that used to go to the bar she worked at, a sex worker, Ryujin said. She was beautiful and confident and everything you dreamed to be, in all honesty.

You got a call.

"She can come over" You told the receptionist, taking a deep breath after hanging up. Your heart thrummed in your ears, a knock on the door.

You opened it, gulping when you saw that astonishing woman leaning on the door frame. Her big eyes complimented her gorgeous face, just as her sharp nose and lips; same lips that displayed this kind of relaxed smile, confident and warm. She wore a white strapless blouse and tight mini skirt; her brown hair adorned her features all the way to her waist. She looked... angelic.

"Good evening, darling" She snapped you out of that trance with that warm voice of hers. "May I come in?" You finally were able to open your mouth.

"Oh yes, I am sorry" You bowed, furiously blushing. She smiled, pressing a firm hand to your shoulder and making you straighten your back.

"You are fine sweetie, no need for that" Her warm eyes met yours and your knees almost gave up on supporting you. She was literally perfect. "I'm Jihyo" You two shook hands and you dumbfoundedly told her yours.

She entered the space not even bothering to look around, but you saw how her eyes quickly roamed around your body and how she discretely licked her pretty lips.

"So..." She started, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Ryujin told me you wanted to try with a woman?" Her voice was smooth, stable. She gave this older and thrustworthy vibe.

"Yes" You cleared your throat.

"Don't get me wrong, but why hire me?" She scanned you, her head falling a bit to the left in a slow motion as if she was hypnotizing you. "You look very pretty and you are young, darling. I know finding a girl to satisfy you would be no problem" She said and you deeply blushed. "Ryujin herself could do it..." You shook your head.

"I don't like Ryu like that..." You were fidgeting with your dress and she reached a hand on yours, almost as if she knew it would pull you back to earth. You completelly stopped and she warmly smiled at you, grazing her thumb over your hand.

"You can sit down honey, it's okay" Her voice dripped like honey and your heart pounded like crazy. You knew she was supposed to be invinting but you were surprised on how alluring she was. You sat down beside her and she motioned for you to keep talking.

"I feel like I always felt something wasn't adding up when me and my ex, you know..." You shyly said. "And I feel like trying with a girl, I just don't know who or how" You gulped, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't know how else..."

"Oh no baby, it's fine" She placed a hand over you bare shoulder again and you felt like you'd combust. "I am in no position to judge and actually, there's nothing to judge" She stated. "Tell me what do you want me to do" Her sultry voice lowered an octave and you bit your lip.

"I don't know, I mean..." You looked away, trying hard not to melt under her intense gaze. She placed two fingers under your chin, gently making you look back at her.

"Keep your eyes on me when we are talking, okay?" You looked back, nodding. "Good girl" Her brown eyes were shaped like crescent moons when she smiled like that, she petted your hair. "You don't know what you want me to do or you don't know how to feel pleasure?" You thought about it for a moment.

"Both. I think" She nodded, uncounsciously resting her hand on your thigh over the light pink dress. "I'm nervous" You closed your eyes and she cooed.

"It's okay, baby" She leaned closer, her arms embracing you in a hug. It felt warm, comfortable and ot felt hot having her chest pressing against yours like that. "You are okay" She said and you exhaled, your breath grazing the skin of her neck.

You felt yourself tingle between your legs, way more than your ex boyfriend ever made you feel. Jihyo smiled.

Of course she would know your body would react to her touch. She knew it from the moment you gawked at her when you opened the door. She leaned back, keeping herself still on your personal space. Blinking slowly, her eyes travelled to your lips and her breath hit your face ever so lightly. She dipped her head a bit, inviting you to her personal space, time moving slower than ever.

"I am here to teach you, hm?" She says, caressing your cheek. "But I need you to give yourself to me a bit" Her smile wasn't wide but it reached her eyes perfectly. How about we talk for a bit?" She asked, straightening her back and you nodded, biting your lip.

It was a chit chat about mundane things; college, work, friends, etc just to loosen you up a bit and it totally worked. You knew she was good but that was a pro move as she took of her boots and your shoes as well, you two getiing more comfortable in each others presence. After the conversation died down just a tiny bit you felt her stare at you, a certain glint in her eyes.

"You look beautiful" She said, eyeing you up and down as you blushed. "May I kiss you, sweetheart?" Oh that pet name made you melt and clamp your thighs.

Nodding, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, hands gripping the sides of your dress, heartbeat quickening.

Jihyo smiled at how adorable you looked, licking her lips when her eyes travelled to your breasts and your thighs under the cute dress. Sometimes work could be quite fun for her.

Seeing your nervousness, she reached for your hand and brought it to her lips, kissing your knuckles. The contact in itself made you clench as you opened your eyes to see her brown ones staring back at you.

"Let me take care of you" She whispered, leaning close enough to your face, her lips almost brushing against yours; 'that's it, no backing down now' You thought to yourself, taking the hint and closing the small gap between yourselves.

Initially it was a gentle, soft peck. She smiled against your lips, silently praising you for your courage, her right hand finding your hair to caress it as she parted her lips, her tongue grazing your bottom lip in a light movement. You slightly parted them so her tongue could brush against yours, giving you goosebumps. The whimper that left your throat was shy, barely registered by yourself but Jihyo was well aware of it and it made her ego go higher than the clouds.

Being someone's first anything was something commom for her, but for some reason she wanted to be the first woman to pleasure you way more than anything.

She sucked your tongue and made your head spin, your hand reaching for her muscly arm to support yourself. You gasped when her hand reached for your waist to pull you to her lap. It felt so smooth you barely registered the action.

"There you go" She firmly placed her hands on your hips, smiling up at you. "It's better to kiss like this" She explained and you nodded, letting her guide you. Who were you to say no to her? She was the expert, not you.

Her hand travelled from your hips over your torso and over your covered breasts to pull you down when it reached your nape and that action made you gasp again, whining against her lips. You fully sat down on her thighs, as she pulled your hips so you would hump them very lightly.

"Jesus-" You tried saying but it was cut short when she bit your lip, pushing her tongue inside your mouth one more time. She didn't rush you but you felt how firm and urgent the kiss was, how overwhelmingly dominant she felt even under you like that.

Without thinking you hugged her strong shoulders, pulling her to you even more, lost in that contact as your muffled whimpers made Jihyo wet just like you.

You were no virgin, not exactly innocent either. You just didn't have experience being pleasured. Apparently your ex boyfriend didn't really do it for you.

"Do you wanna keep going, sweetie?" Jihyo held your chin to the side to kiss your neck and collarbone. You whimpered loudly, gulping when her hot breath fanned over your neck.

"Yes" You breathed out, your heart beating fast as you felt yourself pulse. "Yes, please" You said, finally looking into her eyes again. Jihyo felt herself clench when your hooded eyes met hers, almost melting. Her lips found yours again, but this time she smoothly pulled one of the strings of your dress down, the move barely registered by your brain. Her lips travelled to your jaw as she kissed and lightly bit the skin, then to your neck, followed by your shoulders.

Her firm hands held your hips as she adored every bit of skin her lips could reach, nipping here and there (not hard enough to leave marks of course, Jihyo was a pro after all). She leaned back just a tad bit, looking for any sign of discomfort. Your cheeks were tinted in the most beautiful pink ever and your plump lips were a bit swollen due to your previous actions. She smiled and you swore you'd faint, getting shy out of nowhere.

"Shh, it's okay" She pecked your lips, nuzzling your neck. "Do you want me to take my blouse first?" She asked and you eagerly nodded yes. Not only because you were shy in taking your dress first, but also because you really wanted to see her gorgeous breasts. As stated before, you weren't exactly a saint.

She got up, sitting you on the bed as she slowly lift her blouse over her head, her eyes never leaving your face as yours never left her boobs. You tried hard not to, but you deeply blushed when they beautifully sprung free, your mouth watering at the sight. You closed your eyes, covering them.

"You don't like what you see, baby?" Her seductive voice got closer.

"Oh- I'm..." You tried saying but your heart was racing inside your ribcage. "It's not that, I just got shy..." You said and you could practically hear her groan. She was pulsing in need of feeling you.

She walked towards you, gently holding your wrists to take your hands off of your face. You didn't opposed to it, obediently doing what she wanted you to do. You gulped, now her tits were literally a few centimeters away.

"Do you wanna feel them?" She gently asked, her eyes scanning your body language.

"Y-yes" You stuttered after a while. "Yes, please" You said more firmly and she pecked your lips, guiding your hands to her breasts, hissing when your cold hands touched her warm skin. "Sorry" She smiled when you palmed her breasts.

"Don't apologize, sweetie" Oh that fucking pet name.

"It feels so warm..." You said, eyes on her gorgeous body. She guided your hand in an up and down motion as a sigh left her lips. Her handas left yours massaging her breasts and went to yours over your dress, making you slightly jolt and close your eyes. It felt so soft, so... right. "More, ms. Park" You gulped and Jihyo almost growled at your whiny tone. "Please, more"

She hungrily kissed you; Still at a steady pace, but now it was more than clear that she wanted to fuck you. Her tongue traced yours as your thighs clasped together, your dress slowly leaving your frame.

"I knew I'd like what I see, baby" She held your chin up so you'd look into her eyes. "But jesus... You are perfect" Jihyo said and you blushed.

She leaned you down against the plush pillows, pushing your knees apart to keep herself between them. Your body was almost in full display for her, but her eyes never left your face. Not when you looked so cute all shy and with those red cheeks of yours. She kissed you again, now resting her body against your frame. The moan that ripped through your throat almost got you embarassed, but who could blame you when those gorgeous breasts grazed against yours in that delicious friction? How could not moan when her tongue slid so smoothly against yours and her heavy breath could be heard so close to you?

You were so lost in the kiss and the way her body felt against yours that you couldn't even realize your hips bucking against her abs, grinding onto them like you were in heat. She separated from you with a teasing smile, looking down.

"Looks like someone is a little excited" She said, squeezing your tits together and making you moan loudly. "God baby, keep making those noises for me" Her eyes darkened as her tongue swirled against one of your nipples, sucking it into her mouth. Your whole body twitched and you felt like you were on fire, biting your lower lip so your voice wouldn't be heard by anyone outside the bedroom.

Her hands roamed around your body as she caressed every bit of skin she could reach, swtching her lips from one nipple to the other, lowering her touches close to your pelvis. Her eyes were trained on your sweet yet lewd expression; Jihyo moaned loudly against your breasts when you bucked your hips on her abs and she noticed the coldish sensation of your wetness seeping through your underwear. She leaned back and kissed you, that steady pace feeling deliciously consuming.

"You are so wet, baby" She sat on her heels, holding your knees apart.

"Oh my god..." You panted, covering your face so you wouldn't see her hungry gaze.

You panties were soaked, so soaked it showed perfectly the outline of your aching pussy and the transparency even showed her how your clit poked from it's hood.

"No need for shame, darling..." She kissed your knee, holding it against her chest as her other hand gently took your hands off of your face. "Pretty girl" She cooed, dragging her fingertips from your chest to your tummy, then to where you needed her the most, never looking away from your eyes.

She traced the outline of your pussy, hissing when she felt how hot your cunt felt against her digits; Her middle finger grazed your clit so good you cried out her name tossing against the mattress, but her other hand kept you in place. She soon found your drenched slit, biting her lip as she saw how you reacted.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" You knew she could tell you were okay, but that tone, that safety... it made you crumble even more under her dark gaze.

"Yes, Ms. Park" You told her in a breathy tone as one of your hands reached for her thigh to hold her in an assuring way.

"May I continue?" She asked and you blushed. Oh that woman was going to be the death of you. You nodded and she smiled. "Use your words, please"

"Fuck" You unconsciously said as you rolled your eyes. "I mean y-yes" You gulped when you saw her eating you with her eyes. She resembled a lioness and you were nothing but her pretty little prey.

"Then we are going to take these off..." She said, hooking her fingers on your panties and slowly pulling them off of you. "Fucking hell" She moaned out under her breath, her eyes dark as the night. "I'll make you feel so good, honey..." She traced your wet pussy lips and you cried out, closing your eyes. "If you need me to stop you tell me, ok?" She cupped your chin so you'd look at her.

"O-okay..." You faintly said, feeling your body on fire. "Please..." You whimpered when she kissed your lips, tracing your torso with open mouthed kisses, trailling down to your lower abdomen. Gripping the sheets you covered your mouth when her breath fanned over your clit, your legs involuntarilly shaking as her arms circled your thighs to hug them closer to her chest.

She kissed the inner part of your thighs, smiling when your muffled moan reached her ears and then kissing your mound, inhalling your scent; her own wetness seeping through her thin panties.

When she first licked a stripe on your aching cunt you held your breath. The overwhelming sensation almost being too good to be considered real. Her talented tongue penetrated your drenched core and your whole body shook, your scalp tingling like crazy.

"Don't hold your breath, love" Her sweet voice brought you back to earth. You blinked a few times, trying to keep yourself present. "Good girl" She praised before diving back in.

She held you even tighter, one of her hands pushed your lower abdomen down and you went insane, almost screaming in pleasure after such small gesture. You could feel her grinding her face on the whole extension of your cunt, basking on your wetness and your taste.

"Fuck, fuck-" You cried out, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. "This feels s-so good, ms Park -oh god" You rolled your eyes, biting the back of your hand as she sucked your clit, swallowing every bit of your juices she could, moaning against your pussy with her mouth stuffed.

You felt shy until your pleasure overtook you, now you felt hot. You looked down, one of your hands grabbing her hair to keep her in place; her big brown eyes were already staring at your face, completely lost in your beauty. Provocative and safe.

You bit your lips as you lost yourself in the most beautiful scene you've ever seen as she thought the same: from your flushed cheeks, to your furrowed eyebrows and those beautiful lips that flowed such pretty sounds.

"I think I'm gonna cum" Your voice sounded high pitched and loud, but you didn't care, the knot in your belly was quickly dissolving, your climax bubbling inside you. If you could describe the feeling of falling apart on her mouth it would be as if you were made of butter, melting in the warmth of her lips. "Oh my...-" You said before tensing up, squeezing her hand above your lower belly, gushing your juices beautifully on her chin and lips.

She wanted to stop, her mind wanted to give you some time to process what just happened but she couldn't find the willpower to do so. She kept literally making out with your pussy, your sweet taste so addicting she wouldn't mind doing it for hours and hours.

Her fingers circled your slit, your weak moans filling her ears and her pride growing inside her chest; she made sure to stare into your soul as two of her fingers invaded you, your eyes rolling back as your silent scream made her smile to herself.

"You won't ever forget me, princess" She growled through gritted teeth. "i'm gonna be your favorite first time"

"Oh fuck, please, please" She climbed up, her lips meeting yours felt so desperate, so needy and raw. Your mind was running miles, you swore to yourself you could taste colors, see smells, talk to angels, whatever was best to describe how good it felt to have her hitting your gspot over and over like that.

"You are so pretty, sweetheart" Her pace slowed down a bit. She licked your lips in an upwards motion, her left hand cupping your jaw. "open your eyes for me, pretty girl" She asked and you forced them open, your heart beating so fast you swore you could die at that very moment. "Look" She pulled your face downwards, lowering her gaze and yours to where her knuckles met your stretched pussy.

You shivered, entranced by the sight. You kissed her, hungry for contact, for her skin and muscular back under your fingertips. Teeth, tongue, saliva, lips, all in one motion, clashing together as if you were trying to merge with the older woman above you.

"Ms Park" You mewled under her, your body tensing up again as your arousal hit you like waves each time she thrust her fingers up inside you, your hips unconsciously meeting them in the middle in a delicious way.

"Oh look at you clenching on my fingers" Jihyo moaned against your lips, straddling one of your thighs just above your knee so she could grind on it while still pumping her fingers inside you. "Fuck" She closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing in the most breathtaking expression you were yet to see.

"Please, look at me" You said, voice hoarse due to your moans and muffled screams. That caught the woman by surprise, her eyes shooting open to meet your gaze. "Oh god" Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you eneveloped one of her nipples with your lips and you felt her grind even harder, chasing her orgasm in the same pace she did for yours.

You moaned against her skin, that vibration sending waves of pleasure to her drenched pussy as you sloppilly made out with her breasts.

"Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum" She pressed her lips to your forehead, holding your neck with one hand, curling her fingers inside your aching cunt.

Eyes wide open, you saw in real time as her body tensed above yours, slick coating your thigh as she shivered, also reaching your climax upon having such delicate and unique sight.

You hugged her against you as if she was a life saving jacket, tears rolling down your eyes. Jihyo kissed your cheeks and your neck, pecking your lips as she carefully took her fingers off of you after a while. Panting, she climbed on top of you and flipped you around for you to be on top of her body so she could hug you and caress your sweaty back.

"Are you alright, darling?" She said, grazing her fingers up and down on your back. You nodded. "Words, honey. Use them" She hushed when your hips met her over her skirt, getting a bit restless as you felt yourself growing in need for another round.

"Yes, Ms. Park" You stared into her eyes with a shy expression. You felt her tense under you, her eyes darkening ever so slightly.

"Was it a good first experience with a woman?" She asked in a cocky tone, kissing your jaw and you took a shaky deep breath.

"Uhm... no" You said and she stopped to look at your face.

"No?" She was truly offended. You shook your head no.

"It was just half experience..." You kissed her lips. "I need you to teach me how to eat you out now, Ms Park" You directed your kisses to her neck and you felt her hands squeezing your thighs.

"Oh honey, I won't even charge you for that class" She said and you tried to kiss her again, but she deflected your movement and you ended up kissing her cheek, frowning. "First you need some water" She pushed you to sit on top of her, pulling a towel to cover your body. "Rest a bit" Her authoritative tone made you shiver and that needy feeling between your legs grow.

"But I'm not tired..." You whined and her eyes glimmered.

"You will once I'm finished with you, sweetheart" She held your chin, a small little battle in her eyes and yours. Needless to say, you lost when you looked to the side.

"O-okay" You climbed off of her lap as she grabbed a bottle of water for you, opening the lid and handing it to you as you sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, alright?" She said and you nodded, cheeks full of water. In a sparkle of bravery you stood up.

"Can I..." Yeah, it was gone. You looked down.

"Do you wanna come, sweetie?" She cooed, her index finger under your chin. You gulped, her bare torso making you clench.

"Yes, ma'am" Jihyo smiled, tracing her finger to your chin down your neck, arm and then she finally held your hand to pull you to the bathroom.

You sat on a stool as she turned the shower on, checking the temperature. She unzipped the side of her skirt and suddenly your feet were the most interesting thing in the whole world. You heard her lightly chuckle and her get in the shower.

"Are you coming, darling?" Her voice snapped you out of the feet trance and you got up, seemingly unable to gather all your thoughts.

"Yes, I am" You held the towel, a blush creeping up your neck and cheeks.

"It's ok" She extended her hand for you to hold and so you did. "Do you want me to close my eyes?" She smiled, but the question seemed genuine. You slowly nodded. She closed her eyes as the water splashed on her back; you slowly took it off of your body, standing there in front of her.

Your curious eyes travelled around her naked form, an awe expression as you took in all her beauty, your mouth watering at the sight. Her breasts looked full and heavy, her abs were well defined along with her arms and shoulders and her pussy looked like a fresh and very inviting forbidden fruit.

You had no idea how much time had passed, but she definitely opened her eyes right when you stared and her glistening sex.

"You like what you see?" She slowly asked and you gulped as you saw her hungry gaze. You nodded and you saw her eyes shift. "I'm gonna need you to use your words" She was stern, but she seemed patient.

"I really do like what I see, ms Park" You boldly stepped closer, under the water like she was. "Ma'am?" Oh you looked so delicious with all those Ms and ma'am's flowing out of your pretty lips Jihyo felt herselg go insane.

"What is it, sweetie?" She placed her hand on your lower back, pulling you closer to her and you softly moaned as your boobs pressed against hers, your eyes unfocused for a bit. "What is it? What do you wanna do?" She pushed a bit, wanting for you to voice what you wanted.

"Can you please teach me how to please you?" Your voice sounded like a plea, a whine. Jihyo bit her lip, her wet hand holding the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss. You pulled back and her attentive eyes seemed surprised. "Your words, Ms Park" You smiled and she bit her lower lip, amused by you.

"I can teach you, sweet thing" She pecked your lips. "I'm gonna teach you so well..." Next thing you felt was her tongue on yours.

The kiss felt different this time, sloppier; She really wanted you to eat her out and the way the kiss felt showed you exactly that.

"Fuck" She breathed out, guiding your mouth to her boobs as she pulled your hair. You latched onto one of them, mindleslly moaning against her soft skin as you sucked them hungrily into your mouth. "That's right, baby... Suck it just like that" She rolled her eyes, as your hands held her waist to pull her closer.

Jihyo pulled you back up to sloppily kiss you, both of you pulsing for each other.

"Come here, baby" She pulled you out of the shower, lightly pushing you so you'd get on your knees in front of her. "Are you sure you wanna learn?" She said, holding your face between her fingers as your eyes locked on hers. She knew you wanted to. All the times she asked for confirmation was just so she'd hear you desperately whine for her.

"Yes, please" You nodded and she smiled against your lips, kissing you.

"You can start by kissing my stomach, my thighs" She guided you. "Don't be shy, baby..." She leaned back a bit. "Look at me, I'm dripping for you" She said and you finally gave a closer look to her pussy. It was red and glistening and it looked so mouth watering you wanted to immediatelly put it in your mouth.

You heard her chuckle a bit and that brought you back to earth. The world started to move slowly as your lips made contact with her thigh in a shy kiss. She smelled amazing, a mix of peach and some expensive perfume; you boldly held both of her thighs for support, squeezing them a bit when your lips were nearing her dripping center, the smell of her arousal closer and more intoxicating.

"You can put your tongue out for me, darling" She said and you obeyed, showing her your tongue as a shiver ripped through her spine. "Now come closer and make contact with my clit" Jihyo said as steadily as she could.

You did just as she told you, your nose touching her mound as your tongue touched her clit lightly. Her legs trembled ever so slightly and you heard her soflty moan above you, giving you the ego boost you never thought you'd have in the first place.

The second contact with her dripping center felt more steady, even more precise. You dragged your tongue a bit more forcefully and you heard her gasp, her eyes locked with yours.

"Fuck" She breathed out, her hand came to gently grab your head to pull you in closer. "Like that, baby" She bucked her hips and you finally felt her taste on your tongue.

It tasted different from anything you've ever tasted. It was delicious.

You closed your eyes, eager to make her feel good, lapping up and down on her wet pussy with a bit more force and she pulled you away with a 'pop' coming from your lips.

"G-gently, baby" She swallowed, her flushed cheeks gave her this turned on look that almost made you melt.

"Sorry" You blushed. "You just taste so good..." You said with a whine and you saw her expression change, her eyes going from your pretty face to your breasts on full display for her.

She sort of mounted your face this time, her dripping slit hovering over your mouth and her hand holding your hair.

"Again" She said and you eagerly nodded, ready to shove your face back where you wanted but she stopped you. "No need to suck too hard"

"Y-yes, Ms. Park" She smiled sweetly at you and that made your whole body shiver.

How could a smile hold such power over anyone like hers did to you just now?

"Now lick it from the slit to my clit..." You did as she said, collecting her juices on the tip of your tongue to soon swallow it and she closed her eyes, throwing her head back. "Yes, just like that" Her strong hand guided your head, the free one tugging at her nipple as she bit her lower lip. "Kiss it as if you were kissing my lips, darling" She gently said, her voice above a whisper and her big brown eyes glued to yours.

And that's when you realized how good it felt to make out with it, quickly learning how to pleasure Jihyo as your tongue swirlled between her folds and your nose bumped her clit every now and then; her moans becoming louder and her hips quivering ever so slightly made your own pussy throb, your own slick oozing out of you.

"Good girl, fuck" She praised when you suck on her clit more gently than before, chin pressing against her slit. "Don't stop baby, keep going" She closed her eyes, the wave of pleasure becoming too much for her as you kept your ministrations; Jihyo leaned on the wall for support, her knees giving up on holding her weight and her orgasm washing over her as her hand kept pressing your face against her pulsing cunt, sliding it up and down to smear her slick all over your face. "k-keep your face there" It was the first time you really heard her stutter.

It felt suffocanting and oh so good to have her in that position. You wanted to keep tasting her, keep doing whatever she wanted you to do. She pulled your hair back, taking your face from between her legs and lowering hers to kiss and lick her wetness from your face.

"Good job, baby" She praised and you almost melted, whimpering while squeezing your legs. "Are you needy already, princess?" She asked, amused by your stamina.

"Yes, ms. Park" You bit your lip as JIhyo gave you an obscene stare.

"Come here" She pulled you up, kissing you and guiding you two back to bed, careful not to toss you on it as she fell by your side. "Sit on my face" She said and you stopped. It was the first time you heard a really commanding tone out of her. "Let me show how good it is to fuck a woman" She smirked, already pushing you up to straddle her face. "No, let me show you how fucking good it feels to have sex with me"

She pulled you down her face, your pussy fitting so right in her mouth you felt your brain turning into mush inside your skull. You felt her tongue in your slit as her chin bumped your clit. You couldn't tell what was your name but oh boy, you definitely knew hers.

"Fuck Ms Park, fuck - god" You babbled, completely at her mercy as you scratched the bedpost you were trying to hold on for support, both of her hands holding your asscheeks as she brought you in even more to meet her face each time her tongue fucked your dripping hole. "Jihyo, please" You cried out, eyes shut as your whole body trembled upon her, feeling this incesant need for release. Her first name burning on your lips as if it was something sacred.

"Keep calling my name, darling" She basically growled, soon latching her lips over your clit once again. You felt her circle your entrance with one of her fingers and you opened your eyes to look into hers, silently pleading for her to fuck you. "What baby? Use your words" Her voice dripped lust, desire.

"Please fuck my pussy, plea-" And before you finished the sentence, one of her fingers pushed past your entrance to make your eyes roll so far back you almost blacked out.

The squealching sounds were loud and she kept pistoning her finger inside you, soon adding one more to curl them inside your hungry cunt. Your walls squeezing them so good it was hard to move but she wouldn't stop until your orgasm washed over you, her lips attached to your swollen clit.

"Jesus christ" You babbled, feeling yourself loosening that knot inside you and suddenly Jihyo stopped almost making you cry. "Why-" You started but she was already pushing your body to the opposite direction of hers.

"I need your fingers inside me" She growled as she spread her legs a bit, her glistening cunt furiously red from all that action.

"A-are you sure?" You eagerly said.

"You wanted the full experience, darling" She kissed your thigh, hugging your ass closer to her face to pull you down to sit on it. "Now you are going to finger me nice and good, don't hold back" Jihyo went back to lapping up your juices and your shivered, a moan ripping out your throat.

You knew how to finger yourself but another woman? You concentrated yourself in doing it the right way.

You circled her slit and you heard the muffled moan Jihyo let out, her nails digging a bit on the skin her hands were placed over. She clenched and you pushed one finger inside, shallowing thrusting it. It felt wet and warm and you were sure yourself was about to cum because of that sensation and Jihyo's lips on your clit as her nose bumped your entrance.

She held your hand to position one more finger inside, pushing it in with ease.

"Fuck" You let out as she held your wrist to pump your fingers the way she wanted.

You were fucking her all by yourself after a while, knuckles deep inside her stretched hole, screaming for Jihyo as your hips moved against her lips; It was too much, you felt yourself almost blacking out as she squirted all over your hand, tensing under you as her face buried itself deeper and deeper in you.

"I can't- god please" You cried out as your orgasm washed over you violently, your arm giving out on supporting your body upwards, face falling onto the bed as your body literally shut down.

You had no idea how much time had passed but your eyelids were heavy and your body felt warm and light as jihyo comforted you, holding you close and cooing at you as you were lying on top of her.

"It's okay baby, you did such a good job" She pressed her forehead against yours smiling at you as you opened your eyes.

"My body feels so light..." You sleepily said.

"I know you are tired" She said, sighing. "Having sex with women demands a lot from your body" You nudged at her neck, your body slowly shutting down again. "I have a feeling you won't be a client for long..." Jihyo said to your sleepy form as she recalled how good you made her feel.

[baelabong]

ｐｏｓｓｅｓｉｏｎ

Pairing: G!p Jihyo x idol fem reader

Genre: Smut w/ plot duh

Warnings: sex, swearing, jihyo being possessive

rq: yes

wc: 1.5

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The stage lit up as the crowd roared for TWICE’s group performance. Idols seated in the front rows watched in awe at your girlfriend’s group.

Looking at the performance sheet from backstage, you noted that your group was next. With Kiss Of Life’s recent release of “Sticky,” you were excited to perform the song at an award show where all idols were present.

Watching the TV monitor in front of you, you caught a glimpse of Jihyo looking directly into the camera while performing “Set Me Free.” You felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and turning your head to the side, Julie leaned down on your frame and rested her chin on your shoulder with a pout, making you smile at her actions.

With Julie still clinging to you, TWICE’s performance ended, and they arrived backstage where Natty and the rest greeted their seniors. Searching around, your eyes lit up at the sight of your girlfriend, only to find her already staring right at you.

Her gaze shifted from your face to the arms wrapped around your waist. Julie noticed their presence and retracted her arms, bowing to her seniors as you did the same.

Because your relationship with Jihyo was private, only known to the company and your members, you just gave her a simple bow, greeting her with a “Good job.”

Bringing her arms around you to give you a subtle kiss on the head, you hugged her back, waving to her members behind her.

“You’re up next, girls!” your manager called out.

Getting your last-minute touch-ups ready, you said bye to your seniors. As the group disappeared, you heard giggles coming from the members, with Sana saying, “Did you all see Jihyo’s face?” The group laughed in response, followed by a whiny “Yahhh!” from your girlfriend.

Getting your in-ear monitors ready, your group stepped onto the platform of the stage, ready for it to lift up.

The lights dimmed as the platform rose, and the crowd's anticipation was palpable. The opening beats of “Sticky” reverberated through the arena, and the screams from the fans were deafening. You took your position front and center, feeling the adrenaline surge through your veins.

As you performed, you could sense the eyes of both male and female idols on you, their attention unmistakable. The energy of the crowd amplified with every move you made, their screams and cheers echoing throughout the venue. You caught sight of several idols nodding their heads and grinning, clearly impressed.

But amidst the excitement, Jihyo’s eyes never left you. She sat at the front of the stage, arms crossed, watching intently. Seeing the attention you were garnering, a flicker of jealousy crossed her mind. Catching BangChan from SKZ whispering something into Hyunjin’s ear while giving you googly eyes she says, “What are these morons grinning about?” her protective instincts kicking in.

The performance transitioned smoothly into “Shhh,” and the crowd’s energy remained electric. You thrived under the spotlight, each move perfectly synchronized with your group. The cheers grew louder, and you could feel the admiration pouring in from the audience and fellow idols alike.

As the song reached its climax, you caught Jihyo’s gaze once more. Her expression softened slightly, but the hint of jealousy remained. She couldn’t help but feel possessive over you, especially with so many eyes on you. But deep down, she knew she was proud of you, her girl, shining brightly on stage. Finishing up with your ending fairies you take deep breaths and your group huddles togethers smiling at the camera, once again feeling Julia pressed up behind you, you pull her closer from behind, making the fans around you scream louder.

—--

As you made your way backstage, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you could feel the eyes of several idols following your every move.

Backstage was a flurry of activity. Idols were congratulating each other, staff members were packing up equipment, and the air was filled with laughter and chatter. You were chatting with your group when Bang Chan from Stray Kids approached, a charming smile on his face.

"Hey, Y/N, you were amazing out there," he said, scratching the back of his head nervously. "Do you think I could get your number? You know, for...collabs or something."

Before you could respond, Jihyo appeared beside you, her presence immediately causing Bang Chan to straighten up. "Bang Chan-ssi," she said, her voice sweet but with an unmistakable edge, "shouldn't you be getting ready for your next stage?"

Bang Chan stuttered an excuse, bowing slightly before quickly making his exit. Jihyo's eyes, once again, found yours. "Come with me," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

She led you to a secluded room, away from the prying eyes of both idols and staff. As the door clicked shut behind you, Jihyo's demeanor shifted. Her eyes were lidded, and a dark intensity replaced her earlier jealousy.

"Do you enjoy it?" she asked, stepping closer until you could feel her breath on your skin. "All the attention, all those eyes on you?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but she cut you off, her hand coming up to cup your cheek. "You're such a slut," she whispered, her words harsh and laced with jealousy. "Do you like making them all look at you, want you?"

Her hands moved to your waist, tugging at your outfit. "You're mine," she muttered, her voice low and possessive. "Only mine."

Before you could fully process her words, Jihyo's lips were on yours, fierce and demanding. Her hands roamed your body, pulling at your clothes with a sense of urgency. She pushed you against the wall, her kisses growing more desperate, more possessive.

As she stripped you of your clothes, her eyes roamed over your body with a mixture of lust and possessiveness. "You're so lucky," she murmured against your skin, her hands caressing every inch of you. "Lucky that you're mine."

Jihyo's own clothes soon joined yours on the floor, and she pressed her body against yours, her hands continuing their exploration. "Remember this," she whispered, her lips trailing down your neck. "Remember that you belong to me."

Her touch was both punishing and tender, a reminder of her jealousy and her love. As she continued to make out with you, her hands claiming every part of you, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of exhilaration and surrender. In this moment, you were hers, completely and utterly hers.

Jihyo's eyes burned with desire as she looked at you, her hands trembling slightly as she stripped the last pieces of your clothing away. She kissed you deeply, her tongue exploring your mouth with an intensity that made you moan. She was rough and demanding, but you loved every second of it.

"Get on top of me," Jihyo commanded, her voice husky with lust.

You climbed onto her, feeling her girthy length pressing against you. As you lowered yourself onto her, the stretch was overwhelming, but the pleasure quickly followed. Jihyo groaned, her hands gripping your hips tightly, guiding you along her length.

"That's it, baby," she moaned. "Ride me. Show me how good you are."

You began to move, your hips rolling and grinding against her. Jihyo's hands moved to your waist, helping you find a rhythm that drove you both wild. "Yes, mmhmm," you gasped, the sensations overwhelming you. "Only yours. Please, Jihyo, faster."

Jihyo's eyes darkened with lust as she increased the pace, her hands guiding you more forcefully. She leaned up, her mouth finding your neck, marking you with bites and kisses. The sting of her teeth sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn't care less about the marks she'd leave. All you wanted was her.

Jihyo's control snapped as she flipped you over, taking charge. She pounded into you with a force that made you see stars, hitting the spot inside you that made you cry out in ecstasy. Your moans filled the room, louder and more desperate with each thrust.

"No one can make you feel this good," Jihyo growled, her voice rough with pleasure. "Not Julie, not Bang Chan, not any of those other lame idols."

Her words sent you over the edge, and as she continued to thrust into you, you felt your orgasm building. When you finally came, it was with a force that left you trembling and gasping for air. Jihyo followed soon after, her own climax filling you with warmth.

You both lay there, panting and clinging to each other in the aftermath. The room was silent except for your heavy breathing. Jihyo's arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

"Y'know, Julie doesn't like me like that," you said softly, breaking the silence.

Jihyo chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest. "I know," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "But I can't help being jealous. You're mine, Y/N. Only mine."

[jhyoswrld]

. . . ⟢ TATTOOS ; P. Jihyo x Fem! Reader

⟡ synopsis : you love your girlfriend. . . and her stupid tattoos

⟡ warnings : smut : asphyxiation : fingering : cunnilingus : light praise : messily written + rushed I fear :p

⟡ word count : 1.5k

You were agitated with your girlfriend.

Okay, slow down and backtrack for a moment. Let’s explain how you even became like this in the first place. You were a backup dancer for a very popular South Korean girl group, Twice, and you were fortunate enough to have been kept around for several years. An amount of time large enough for you to be able to become close to the group’s leader, Park Jihyo, and thus… form a relationship.

“Baby, I can’t find my jacket.”

Speak of the angel, there she was now.

Her pretty lips were pressed into a sad pout as she wandered around your shared home, looking high and low for the aforementioned jacket. Now, you weren’t annoyed at her because she lost her damn jacket, no, no. You were annoyed because she was now just… openly parading around with her tattoos on complete display.

At first, it was one small tattoo. Then, over the years, it somehow morphed from a tiny heart to two entire sleeves full of tattoos. And– god it was so fucking attractive.

That. That right there was your grievance.

“Baby,” The pouty older woman grabbed a hold of the door frame as she leaned her body into the room you stood in– the muscles in her arms subconsciously flexing. “Why are you just standing thereeee?”

Whiny little–

“You need to cover up.” You huff dramatically.

Jihyo pauses, slowly looking down at her form and tilting her head. She wasn’t…naked by any means. Actually, she was just wearing a simple pair of sweats and a loose t-shirt. “What do you mean– ahhh…” Jihyo snorts when her mind registers the cause of your annoyance. “Baby, I didn’t get tattoos just to cover them up.”

She wanders over to you, and you begrudgingly let the short woman’s arms slink around your waist as she tries to look into your eyes. “Well– they’re too distracting–”

“Oh yeah?” Jihyo chuckles softly, that stupid smirk of hers never slipping from her face. “Am I distracting you, my love?”

Another scoff comes from you. “You certainly are.”

“Mm… well i’m so sorry then,” She’s so not sorry. “I didn’t mean to distract my poor, innocent girlfriend.”

“You—”

Jihyo’s hands slip under your shirt and you're suddenly silenced. More annoyance follows for you as she calmly rubs your sides, raising a brow as she gazes into your eyes for any hint of rejection. Finding none, the older woman swiftly moves in closer to kiss at your pretty jaw. “Poor baby… so distracted…”

A grumble of faux annoyance later and Jihyo somehow has managed to remove your shirt without you even registering her hands moving. “I think you just want my attention.” Her slightly calloused hands run up the smoothness of your side, slowly edging you back until the backs of your legs brush against the couch.

“I…” You pout in annoyance. “I really don’t like you.”

“Uh-huh, well you can not like me all you want,” Jihyo pushes you back and you land on your butt with an embarrassing yelp. “I’m still going to have some fun, now that I know my girlfriend is upset by my own tattoos.”

Curse her stupid logic.

“Park Jihyo, I swear to—”

“Hush.” A simple word- command, even, and yet you’re obeying like a well trained pup. Your girlfriend's hands snake to the clasp of your bra, easily undoing it without another word. Her body leans down to brush against yours— hands adjusting so you lay longways on the couch as Jihyo sits comfortably on your lap.

Her lips press warm, open-mouth kisses across the expanse of your collarbones; smudging ruby red lipstick here and there with our care.

You stifle your noises- eyes closing in annoyance at the intense pleasure her simple, stupid kisses give you.

“Come on,” Whispers the woman. “When I said hush, I didn’t mean keep your pretty noises from me…”

Jihyo reaches down, her lithe fingers finding their way to your budding chest— and before you have time to complain, her thumb brushes across one of your sensitive nipples, making your hips buck up in immediate pleasure.

“Fuck—”

“Hmm, there she is.” Jihyo chuckles, using her thumb to rub the bud around slowly in order to tease you up. Your body heats in a way you're all too familiar with, staring at your feet and working its way up until even your ears feel like they’re burning.

The kisses from your love resume- albeit now chaste, as she’s way too enamored by the way you whimper from her touches. Her lips manage to trail down further and soon replace the thumb at the swell of one of your breasts, and she swirls it around her mouth with delicate efficiency- nearly sending you over the edge on stimulation alone.

Your whines feel pathetic, but you know Jihyo doesn’t give two shits what you think about the noises she’s eliciting.

Speaking of, one of those gorgeously agitating tattooed arms comes up- the hand attaching to your neck as she pulls off of your chest with a pop. “Pretty girl, you’re squirming a lot more than usual today…”

It’s torture and it’s pleasure, and as you go to speak the older woman uses her thumb to press in on your throat, making a whimper fall. “M-Mm…sorry…”

“No need to apologize,” Jihyo chuckles, slowly sitting up as her free hand snakes down to your pants— dipping under them and using her fingers to push your embarrassingly wet panties aside. “Already wet, as predicted~”

“Jihyo—”

“Shhh, I'm getting there.”

Jihyo’s middle finger dipped down— rubbing at your puffy clit slowly as her lips came back to kiss all over your body. Your mind goes blank the second she makes contact, and you physically whine and try to move away- while subconsciously rubbing against her finger needily. It’s an amusing sight, in Jihyo’s opinion, and she makes it a point to press a little harder into your clit just to hear you.

“M-Mph—! Jihyo—”

“Too much talking~” The older teases, pressing against your neck harder as her finger dips between your folds, soaking the digit as she slips down to your entrance and angles two fingers; entering without a second thought. Your back arches up and Jihyo purrs at the action, leaning to bite at your jaw. Her hand changes to have a full grip on your neck- squeezing tightly as she begins to finger-fuck you in a slow yet intentional rhythm.

Your hips are practically left trembling from the shocks of her fingers, briefly you even consider asking her to slow down, but the thought leaves your head when the air leaves your lungs.

It’s invigorating and arousing all at once.

This girl really knows how to push you to your breaking point. Which, you reach embarrassingly quickly, eagerly tapping at her arm to let her know.

“Hmmm? Already?” Jihyo chuckles and speeds up. “Well alright then, lovely. Go ahead, cum for me.”

You’re embarrassed by the way you do, as if on command. But the pleasure was building and it was basically far too much for you. Jihyo surely seemed pleased with herself though, as she slipped her fingers out of you with an audible pop, purring at the very scene before her.

“Aren’t you a pretty thing,” She cooed, sliding her hand up to join the other as she tightened her hold on your neck a bit. “So fucking pretty like this…you wanna help me too baby?”

A whimper slipped from your lips as you quickly nodded, feeling lightheaded from her tightening hold. Jihyo’s hips subtly grinned down against you. “Yeah baby? Wanna be a good girl, hm? Help me out?”

Jesus fucking christ.

You don’t know how it happened, but somehow you managed to wind up on your knees in front of your girlfriend— her panties pooled around her ankles and her thighs scissored around your neck as your tongue slowly lapped at her cunt. You, unfortunately, couldn’t eat her out with much vigor— as the woman’s thighs were pressed so damn tight against your neck that you could hardly breathe enough to move quicker.

But Jihyo? Oh, your girlfriend was having the time of her life. Her thighs shivered and shook around your neck, whimpers falling from her lips as she held a chunk of your hair within her hand, pressing her cunt into your face needily.

“F..fuck, so good baby…” She whined, back lifting off the couch.

You yourself shivered a bit, enjoying the way the pretty girl was coming apart from your stimulation. It didn’t take long for her pretty hips to lift— her body trembling and shaking as she came hard with a jolt- eyes squeezing shut and whimpers leaving her lips. Her thighs pressed hard against your neck and you moaned into her at the feeling of your breath escaping.

The older woman held you there for a few moments as she rode her orgasm out, sighing slowly with soft pants, before she finally pulled off. The feeling of air thrusting into your lungs made you happy, briefly, but the sight of your girlfriend writhing from pleasure before you was waves better.

“Stop…looking at me like that,” Jihyo chuckled, breathlessly as she rested her hand on your head slowly. “Such a dork…”

“Mm…i’m not a dork…”

“You so are.”

“No im not—!”

[nr1chaedickrider]

Hi! Could you write something about Jihyo and Reader being friends with benefits? Ty!!!

you sigh out in frustration, your with slick drenched fingers lay next to you on the bed.

it's not like you're not able to pleasure yourself, it's just that it doesn't feel right. it doesn't feel like you need it to feel.

you look at the time on your phone, “11pm”, not too late, right?

it doesn't take you long to get dressed, your phone rings once, then twice, then - jihyo answers.

“what's up?” she asks.

“can i come over?” you ask - she doesn't ask why and replies with a short “yes”.

you hang up and get in your car, her apartment not being far away from yours.

when you knock, she immediately opens the door for you and invites you into the living room.

you sit down on her couch, watching her as she walks to the little side table next to her tv and prepares you a drink.

you wouldn't say that you have a crush on jihyo, or that you're in love -

but you think that she could be the perfect solution to your little problem.

she smiles at you when she hands you the expensive glass with the expensive scotch, her favorite.

jihyo sits down across from you, leaning back, her arms spread wide over the whole couch, her biceps being even more visible. her legs are spread, it looks comfy, it definitely does -

but it also looks hot to your eyes.

“so?” she asks.

you ask yourself if she's doing it on purpose.

“why did you come here at almost 12, in the middle of the night?” her tone makes you think that she's teasing you.

you take a small sip from the glass in your hand, looking at her.

“i need your help”

“did you kill someone?” she replies, laughing at her own joke.

“you know i wouldn't”

“then what is it?”

“just spit it out y/n” she says after a moment of silence, confused at the way you're not replying to her.

“i can't cum” you blurt out.

jihyo’s mouth widens in surprise - she expected a lot of different answers, but none of them were quite like what you really said.

“you can't cum?” she emphasizes the last word in confusion.

“why ask me?”

“you always talk about all the sex you're having- and i don't know.. i just thought you know how to take care of me the best” you answer nervously, gulping down the rest of your drink.

it leaves a burning sensation in your throat.

jihyo just nods, but she can't help but smile a little.

“y/n can't make herself cum and she's so frustrated that she goes to me?"

“okay- no need to make fun of me-,” you start rambling.

“if you don't wanna do it then that's alright, but don't pull something like this” you reply, taking her response as a no so you stand up, on your way to the door.

but she stops you.

her hand grabs your wrist, you always knew she had a tight grip, she's a strong woman - but you never expected it to be this tight.

she pulls you down on her lap, forcing you to face her.

“you say i shouldn't make fun of you, but look at you… you're already so wet... you're drenched,” she teases.

you can feel your cheeks blush in embarrassment, hiding your face behind your hands.

“why shouldn't i fuck you when you're this desperate for me?”

she moves your hands out of your face, “you're so pretty, did i ever tell you that?” she comments, smirking at the way you get even more shy.

she doesn't wait long, nor does she tease you like she did earlier with her words, but instead she unbuttons your pants, pulling them down to your ankles.

“pretty” she says, playing with the waistband of your calvin klein underwear.

“you came into this planned, didn’t you?”

“maybe” you reply, breath hitching when she brushes over your clit.

she pushes you into the leather of the couch, getting on top of you before she leans closer and kisses you.

it's messy and needy, completely different from the atmosphere at the beginning.

a string of salvia connects you both, jihyo's eyes are full of hunger and lust.

like a predator that finally caught his prey.

her hands travel down your body, one plays with your tit while the other one pulls your underwear down - almost ripping it off in the process.

“oh fuck-” you moan out when jihyo pushes two fingers in, you throw your head back and breathe out.

her other hand pulls your t-shirt up, all the way to your neck so your boobs are on full display.

she looks at them like they’re a piece of art, beautifully shaped, made for her hands.

she leans closer to your neck, her hot breath tickling your sensitive skin as she continues pumping her fingers in and out of you.

“just like that-... keep going, please.” you moan, biting your lip as a whimper escapes your mouth.

“you sound so pretty for me baby” she coos, kissing down your neck and leaving hickeys all over it.

the living room is full of the sounds of your wet cunt, as well as your high pitched moans. it's almost pornographic - to jihyo - it's perfect.

your walls tighten around her fingers, it happens quickly, and it feels way better than when you're doing it on your own.

“please-.. im gonna cum jihyo fuck- please..” you beg, your hand gripping the couch, knuckles turning white. your toes curl and your whole body tenses up as jihyo fucks you through your orgasm.

your moans are loud and nasty - jihyo thinks she never heard anything as pretty as you.

she lets you calm down, her fingers slipping past your lips so you can suck them clean. you make sure to keep eye contact as you suck on them.

you breathe heavily when she slips them out of your mouth, she can't help but smile.

“don't think we're done already, i just let you cum without any edging”

[gimmenctar]

fim de festa

jihyo x leitora o treino de hoje tá pago?

notas. pegaçãozinha leve que chega nos finalmentes bem de leve. funfact isso foi fruto da minha imaginação com minha própria personal, não contem pra ela! on another note, escolhi essas fotos pq me passaram vibe de dumb de carnaval. espero q gostem!

Sozinha num bar na terça de carnaval, 2025 começando bem. Pra piorar, um cara aleatório chegou em você e simplesmente não pára de falar. Não deu nem tempo de avisar que você não tá nem um pouco afim. 

— Amor, nossa! Que luta pra ir no banheiro! — uma mulher te agarra pela cintura de repente, dando um beijo na sua bochecha. 

O contato te assusta, mas você logo a reconhece. Jihyo, sua personal, te encontrou no alvoroço desse lugar e está claramente tentando te salvar da maluquice do homem desconhecido à sua frente. Ela o ignora solenemente, conversando contigo com um sorriso lindo nos lábios. 

— Já pediu meu drink? Tô com uma sede. 

— Ainda não, amor. Bebe do meu enquanto isso. 

Ela beberica do seu canudo, apreciando o gostinho azedo e doce ao mesmo tempo da clássica caipirinha. 

— Nossa, tá uma delícia. Geladinha. 

— Vocês namoram? — O cara pergunta, cheio de segundas intenções. 

Você volta seu olhar pra ele, mas Jihyo segura seu queixo e simplesmente te beija. Ela fecha o espaço entre as duas, se posicionando entre suas pernas. Automaticamente suas mãos acariciam as costas nuas bem onde sua tatuagem está. 

Sem fôlego, ela separa o beijo com o sorriso intacto. — Ele já foi embora? 

Passando o olho por trás dela, constata que a presença indesejada finalmente tinha se tocado e partido rumo a outro lugar. 

— Já! Obrigada, Hyo. Que cara mala! 

Ela ri, revirando os olhos pro comportamento do homem. Surpreendentemente, ela deixa um selinho nos seus lábios. Jihyo ainda segura seu quadril e mantém a proximidade na maior naturalidade, como se seu coração não estivesse acelerado feito uma adolescente. 

— Mereço um drink em agradecimento? 

— Claro! Qual você quer? 

— Qual você acha que eu vou gostar mais? — desafia em tom de brincadeira, te dando um tempo pra se acostumar com a situação. 

— Caipivodka de morango é a sua cara. 

O sorriso mais largo confirma seu palpite, e então você pede a um dos barmen que acaba de ficar livre. 

— Então, tá sozinha aqui? — Jihyo pergunta genuinamente curiosa. Desde que te viu, ficou te observando de longe junto de outros amigos. O tempo todo você estava sem ninguém ao lado até o inconveniente chegar. 

— Minha amiga arrumou um carinha e sumiu. — faz um biquinho enquanto reclama, e Jihyo rouba outro beijinho rápido, sem querer te interromper. — Desculpa, mas… a gente tá mesmo fazendo isso? 

O drink fica pronto, Jihyo toma um gole generoso, aprovando o equilíbrio entre doce e álcool refrescando a mente. A expressão divertida em seu rosto te provoca mais uma batida errada no peito. 

— Eu sempre tive vontade. Você não? 

Sua demora pra responder é entretenimento pra ela. — Não precisa responder, eu já sei a resposta. 

— É? Vem cá, então. 

Outro beijo se dá. É mais intencional, mais lento, mais doce. Você se permite conhecer o corpo da personal, e ela se aproveita do fácil acesso ao seus quadris pra distribuir apertões envolventes na área.

— Tenho uma garrafa de vinho lá em casa. — ela propõe entre o beijo. — O que cê acha de terminar o carnaval só a gente?

A essa altura do campeonato, depois de tantas sessões de personal, já devia ter se acostumado com a honestidade de Jihyo. Porém, neste momento as cirrcunstâncias são muito opostas às comuns. Você estremece, mas aceita o convite mesmo assim. 

Foram a pé, de mãos dadas, até o condomínio na Avenida Principal onde ela mora. A casa é bem organizada, o cheiro gostoso do perfume feminino ainda pairava no ar de uma forma entorpecedora. Ela separa as taças, alguns petiscos e o vinho pra beberem enquanto uma música da SZA preenche o ambiente. 

— Um brinde ao fim do melhor feriado do ano. 

— Até ano que vem! 

Ela sorri e estala a taça na sua. O sabor é realmente delicioso, mas o teor é alto. A leveza se espalha pelo seu corpo em instantes, a conversa fica mais franca a cada palavra. Quando se deu conta, Jihyo já estava subindo em seu colo, te beijando novamente. 

Os lábios macios e arroxeados marcam os seus com firmeza, com desejo inegável. Ela mesmo levanta a saia levinha pra ter mais contato contigo, te ajudando a se deixar levar pelas carícias ardentes que se desenvolviam entre as duas. 

Seus beijos trilham seu pescoço até o torso lotado de glitter, Jihyo ri da forma que os brilhos grudam por todo seu rosto delicado. 

— Posso tirar? — seus dedos ameaçam o nó apertado do top atrás da mulher.

Permissão dada, desfaz o entrelace e assiste a peça voar pra longe. Os peitos fartos estão bem na altura da sua boca, é uma tentação. Sem perder tempo, beija-os com a fome de uma bêbada cheia de tesão. Olhando em seus olhos, Jihyo morde os lábios. 

Ela ajusta a posição das pernas e abraça apenas uma de suas coxas. Conforme suas sugadas molham mais suas lingeries, menos preciso é o vai e vem da intimidade carente na sua perna. 

— Porra, linda… — ela sussurra. 

— Como você quer gozar primeiro? Nos meus dedos, na minha boca, na minha perna? — pergunta, ainda guiando os movimentos da outra. 

Jihyo pega uma de suas mãos e põe dentro da própria calcinha, gemendo com manha quando sente a fricção reforçada das suas digitais, do pano e da sua pele já toda bagunçada. 

— Continua, por favor. — pede sem fôlego, mas se inclina e te beija sem precisão nenhuma. Quer apenas sentir tua boca na dela. 

Bendito vinho. 

As reboladas ficam mais desesperadas em certo ponto, e você a ajuda nas investidas e aumentando a velocidade dos encontros. — Tô.. ai, amor, vou gozar. 

Os nervos entram num frenesi durante o orgasmo que atinge Jihyo. Ela esconde o rosto no seu pescoço e distribui mordidas ali, completamente tomada pelo tesão. A mente gira com o desejo de retribuir o favor, então ela se ajoelha no tapete e acha uma posição confortável, lambendo os lábios em antecipação. 

— Abre as pernas pra mim. — comanda, ao que você obedece prontamente. 

Todo carnaval tem seu fim, e o seu foi ridiculamente delicioso. 

[lesone-shots]

The Writing on the Desk

Jihyo x Female Reader (high school au) pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 - coming soon

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The desk was old — older than the others in your classroom. It creaked when you sat down and had deep scratches across the surface, like it had weathered years of bored students carving initials and daydreams into its wood.

You hadn’t meant to choose it. It was just the only one by the window. And you liked the quiet there — the sunlight in the afternoon, the hum of the outside world muffled by the glass.

It wasn’t until your third day in that seat that you noticed the words.

Faint pencil strokes, barely visible unless the light hit the surface just right:

"You’re not like the others."

You blinked. Was that… meant for someone? You ran your fingers over the faded lines. It didn’t look fresh. But it wasn’t old either.

The next day, curiosity won. Between classes, you leaned over your desk and wrote beneath it: "You don’t even know me."

When you sat down the morning after, a new line had appeared, written just above your reply in neat, careful handwriting:

"I’ve been watching."

A chill ran down your spine — but not in a bad way. More like that feeling you get when someone says your name softly, and it somehow sounds like music.

From that point on, it became a routine.

You’d write something during class or lunch. The next day, there’d be a response waiting for you — always in the same delicate script, always on the desk, like it had bloomed from the wood overnight.

You told them about your dreams. Your fears. Your loneliness.

They told you things back. About how the rain made everything feel softer. About what it meant to feel invisible in a room full of people. About music, and poetry, and how some days felt like floating.

The writing was personal. Beautiful. Honest. Like whoever was leaving it had been waiting a long time to be heard.

And slowly, a name began forming in your mind — a name that felt like it belonged to the writing. Jihyo.

You pictured her with thoughtful eyes, maybe tied-up hair that always came loose, a smile that arrived slowly but stayed a while. You started to look forward to coming to school, just to see what she’d say next.

One day, your fingers hovering over the pencil, you finally wrote:

"Who are you?"

You came back the next morning to find a different kind of message. Not written across the top of the desk, but etched gently into the side:

"Do you believe in ghosts?"

Your heart stuttered. Your stomach flipped. You didn’t write anything that day.

Instead, after school, you waited for your literature teacher to finish packing up.

“That desk by the window,” you said quietly, “has anyone else used it recently?”

She paused, then looked over her glasses at you. “That desk?”

You nodded. “Yeah. The one with the carvings on the side.”

She tilted her head, brows drawn. “No one’s used that desk in years. It used to belong to a girl named Park Jihyo. She… passed away a long time ago. It’s just been there ever since.”

“…Jihyo?” you whispered, almost like it wasn’t real until someone else said it.

“She loved writing,” your teacher added. “Always scribbling in the margins. In notebooks. On her desk, even. Said words felt safer when they were written down.”

You left in a daze. And when you sat down at the desk the next morning, the sunlight hit it just right again. A final message had appeared, soft and sure:

"Thank you for letting me feel seen again." "You made the quiet less lonely."

And carved faintly beneath your elbow, as if it had always been there:

"You don’t even know me… but I think you understood me anyway."

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kind of want to make a part 2 of this.. but idk, should I???

[misahyochaeng]

“Coming Down.”

Jihyo x Fem!reader

Chapter 8-(?)

Other chapters:

tw: fluff, angsty in a way(?), ceo!jihyo x model!reader, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, smut ending, make out sesh, pussy eating, slight degradation, dirty talk, light spit play. (NOT PROOFREAD)

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Jihyo’s lips brushed against your neck again, lingering this time as her head shifted, her breath warm and steady against your skin. The soft contact was maddening, each moment stretching on longer than the last. Your thoughts raced, a whirlwind of confusion and anticipation. What was she doing? Why was she like this?

Her nose pressed against your neck gently as though she was committing the moment to memory. “Why are you so warm?” she murmured, her words slurred but soft enough to make your chest ache. You tried to form a response, but all that came out was a nervous stammer. “I… uh… J-Jihyo…”

She hummed quietly, her lips quirking into a faint smile. The sound vibrated against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. Despite her teasing smirk, her lips never left your neck, grazing it just enough to make your knees feel weak. Desperate for a distraction, you looked around. Your eyes landed on Nayeon and Jeongyeon, and you let out a small, shaky breath when you realized they were too preoccupied with each other to notice you.

Nayeon’s face hovered dangerously close to Jeongyeon’s, her voice loud and playful as she teased her, but her lips were just inches away from Jeongyeon’s. Jeongyeon, for her part, looked amused but didn’t pull away. If anything, she seemed to lean closer, her smirk growing every time Nayeon giggled nervously.

You shifted your gaze again and caught sight of Tzuyu sitting stiffly at a nearby table, her face beet red as a short, tattooed girl danced in front of her. The girl moved playfully, her exaggerated twirls and wiggling hips clearly meant to tease. Tzuyu’s lips parted, her eyes wide as she alternated between looking at the girl and looking anywhere else. “Look at Tzuyu,” Jeongyeon’s voice cut through the music as she pointed. “She looks like she’s about to pass out.”

Nayeon burst into laughter. “She’s so flustered! Go, Tzu!” she cheered, clapping her hands loudly. The tattooed girl grinned, dropping down into a playful lap dance that made Tzuyu nearly jump out of her seat. “Guys, stop,” Tzuyu whined, her voice quiet and breathless as she waved them off.

Your lips twitched in amusement at the chaos of the scene. For a brief moment, you forgot about the tension swirling around you and Jihyo. But then, as the song shifted into something slower and more intimate, Jihyo’s hands slid upward from your hips to your waist, playing with the fabric of your dress. She tugged you closer, her body aligning with yours as the bass thrummed in your chest. “Focus on me,” Jihyo murmured, her voice low and husky. Her gaze locked onto yours, her dark eyes filled with something unreadable.

The weight of her stare made your heart pound, but you nodded wordlessly. Her hands guided your movements, swaying with you to the rhythm of the music. Her touch was firm yet hesitant, as though she was testing the limits of how close she could get.“You’re so gorgeous,” she said suddenly, her voice quieter this time. Her lips brushed against the spot where your jaw met your ear, sending a wave of heat coursing through you.

You froze, your breath hitching as your mind raced. “Jihyo…” you started, but your voice came out as a whisper. “Please,” she mumbled against your skin, her words barely audible over the music. “Just let me have this moment.”

Her hands tightened slightly on your waist as her lips pressed more firmly against your neck. You felt like you were floating, every sense heightened by her touch and her words. But then, like ice water, guilt surged through you. Memories of that night with Sana flashed through your mind, and a knot of unease formed in your stomach. You pulled back, your hands trembling as you pushed gently against her shoulders. “I—I need some air,” you stammered, not meeting her eyes as you turned and made your way toward the exit.

The cool night air hit you as soon as you stepped outside, but it did little to calm the storm inside you. You sank onto the sidewalk, your elbows resting on your knees as you stared down at the pavement. Your heart was still racing, but now it wasn’t just from Jihyo’s proximity. Guilt, confusion, and frustration churned within you, leaving you feeling sick.

Inside, Jihyo stood frozen on the dance floor, her hands still hovering where they had been holding you. Her chest tightened as she watched you walk away, the moment slipping from her grasp like sand through her fingers.

“What happened?” Nayeon’s voice broke her trance, and Jihyo turned to see her approaching with Jeongyeon in tow. “She left,” Jihyo said quietly, her voice flat. Jeongyeon frowned. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Jihyo snapped, though her tone lacked conviction. Nayeon raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into a smirk. “Didn’t look like ‘nothing.’ You were all over her, babe.” Jihyo’s face flushed. “I wasn’t—”

“You totally were,” Jeongyeon interrupted, crossing her arms. “Don’t even try to deny it. You’ve got it bad.” Jihyo glared at them, but before she could retort, their attention shifted to Tzuyu, who was still blushing furiously as the tattooed girl danced in front of her. “Oh my God,” Nayeon cackled. “Look at Tzuyu! She’s dying!”

Jeongyeon joined in, pointing at Tzuyu’s bright red face. “Tzuyu’s about to combust. Someone get her a fan.”

“Leave me alone,” Tzuyu muttered, hiding her face behind her hands as the tattooed girl grinned and leaned in closer. “Go, Tzuyu!” Nayeon cheered, clapping obnoxiously. Jihyo rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. Jeongyeon gave Jihyo a firm shove. “Forget Tzuyu for now. Go get your girl.”

“What?” Jihyo blinked, startled.

“You heard me.” Jeongyeon’s tone was firm, but her smirk softened the edge. “She’s out there waiting for you. Don’t blow it.” Nayeon nodded, crossing her arms. “And don’t come back until you’ve fixed this.”

Jihyo hesitated for a moment before nodding. Determination replaced her uncertainty as she turned toward the door, stepping out into the night to find you.

The night air wrapped around you like a cold reminder of reality as you sat on the sidewalk, knees pulled close to your chest, trying to steady your uneven breaths. Your thoughts were spinning, each one hitting harder than the last. Guilt sat heavy in your stomach, and the memory of Jihyo’s lips against your neck lingered, sending shivers down your spine that you couldn’t shake.

The faint creak of the club door pulled you from your thoughts, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching. You didn’t look up; you didn’t need to. You knew it was her.

Jihyo lowered herself to the curb beside you, her presence quiet but undeniable. Her shoulder brushed against yours as she leaned in slightly, trying to gauge what was going on without pressing you too hard. For a long moment, she said nothing, the distant hum of music filling the space between you. Then, softly, she leaned her head against yours. “You’re shivering,” she said, her voice carrying a warmth that somehow made you feel colder. “What’s wrong?”

You let out a slow breath, shaking your head and staring at the cracked pavement beneath your shoes. “It’s nothing.” Her frown was almost audible. “That doesn’t look like nothing.”

When you didn’t respond, she shifted, her body turning toward you. Her fingers brushed against your chin, hesitant but firm enough to guide your face toward her. “Y/N,” she said softly but insistently, her tone insisting no argument. “Look at me.” You resisted for a second, the weight of her gaze too much, but her hand lingered, her thumb grazing your jaw, grounding you. Finally, reluctantly, you turned your head.

Her eyes, lit faintly by the glow of the streetlamp, softened the sharp lines of her expression. They searched yours, trying to piece together what you weren’t saying. But as you stared into them, something inside you cracked.

You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate. You leaned in and kissed her.

The contact was tentative at first, as if you were testing the waters. Jihyo froze for half a second, her breath hitching audibly. But then her hand slipped to your waist, her grip firm yet trembling. Her lips moved against yours slowly, almost unsure, but the unspoken need between you filled every gap.

The kiss deepened naturally, as if the two of you had been waiting for this moment far longer than you cared to admit. Her lips were warm, soft, and slightly chapped from the night’s air, but the way they moved made you forget everything else. You felt the faintest brush of her tongue, teasing, asking, and you opened yourself to her instinctively.

When you finally pulled back, gasping for air, her forehead rested against yours. Her breaths were as ragged as yours, her eyes still closed, savoring the moment. “You taste…” she began, her voice low and breathy. Her lips curved into the faintest smile. “Sweet. Like vanilla and… something else I can’t place… I want that gloss.” She opened her eyes, locking onto yours, a tiny embarrassed smile on your face. “You smell good, but you taste even better.”

Her words sent a shiver through you, and before you could respond, she leaned back in, her lips finding yours again. This time, her grip on your waist tightened, anchoring you to her. You melted into the kiss despite yourself, your hands finding their way to the front of her shirt, clutching at the fabric like a lifeline.

“Jihyo…” you mumbled against her lips, but she didn’t let up, kissing you harder, more desperately. “I’m not done,” she whispered, her voice barely audible against your mouth.

Her hands slid to the back of your neck, her thumbs brushing your skin in a way that made you feel dizzy. Each kiss felt like a promise, an apology, and a plea all at once. “Jihyo,” you said again, breathless but more insistent this time. She finally pulled back, her eyes flickering over your face. “What?”

“We need to go back inside,” you said softly, though every part of you ached to stay like this. She frowned, her lips pouting slightly. “Just a little longer,” she murmured, leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“You promised,” you reminded her, though your voice lacked any real conviction.Jihyo sighed, resting her forehead against yours again. “Fine,” she muttered, her tone begrudging. But even as she said it, her lips found yours again, a quick, soft kiss like she couldn’t help herself.

When you both finally stood, your legs were shaky beneath you. Jihyo reached out to steady you, her hand lingering on your arm as you walked back toward the club.The moment you stepped inside, you were met with the knowing smirks of Jeongyeon and Nayeon.

“Well, well,” Jeongyeon drawled, her eyes flicking to your smudged lipstick. “I’m ready for my drama to start.” She crossed her arms as she pretended to lay back and watch the show Nayeon was about to put on with you two.

Nayeon gasped dramatically, pointing at you. “Darling, your lipstick is—oh my God—did a car hit you?”

“Can you not?” you groaned, wiping at your lips instinctively. Meanwhile, Tzuyu stood off to the side, her face a deep shade of red as Chaeyoung clung to her arm. The tattooed girl was swaying to the music, her grin mischievous as she whispered something in Tzuyu’s ear.

“Oh my God, look at Tzuyu!” Nayeon exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “She’s got herself a girlfriend!”Jeongyeon doubled over in laughter. “Who knew our shy little Tzuyu had it in her?”

Chaeyoung laughed too, throwing an arm around Tzuyu’s shoulders. “She’s cute when she blushes,” she said, winking at the group.Jihyo leaned in close to you, her lips brushing your ear. “See? At least we’re not the only ones getting teased tonight.”

You bit back a smile, your cheeks still warm. For once, you didn’t mind.

Jihyo cleared her throat, “Anyways, we need to get going now.” You snapped your neck to look at her “What??”

Nayeon raised and eyebrow as she whined, latching onto your arm. “Noo pleaseeee, i like Y/N so much i don’t want her to gooo, Jihyoooo!!!” she pouted. “Whyyyy”

Jihyo crossed her arms as she glared at you both, “Business reasons, we’ll be going now, we’ll reschedule later.” You opened your mouth to speak up, but you were snatched away by Jihyo’s grip.

The night air carried a quietness that was almost soothing as Jihyo pulled you through the parking lot by the wrist, her pace quick and purposeful. You could still hear Nayeon yelling behind you, her smugness cutting through the fading club music.

“Business reasons, huh?” she called out, her voice laced with teasing. “Don’t forget to use protection!”

Jeongyeon’s incredulous voice followed immediately after, smacking sounds included. “Why the fuck would they need protection? Think, Nayeon!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, glancing over your shoulder to see the two bickering like kids while Tzuyu stood off to the side, clearly unamused but smiling faintly as Chaeyoung whispered something in her ear. “They’re ridiculous,” you murmured, more to yourself, but Jihyo heard and let out a small huff, though her grip on your wrist tightened slightly.

The silence that followed as you approached her car wasn’t the heavy, awkward one you’d grown accustomed to with her. It was... lighter, more natural. There wasn’t anything to fill the space, but it didn’t feel empty. When you reached the car, she stopped abruptly, and before you could say anything, her hands were on your shoulders, spinning you around to face her. Your back pressed against the car door, the cool metal biting through the fabric of your almost open back dress, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it.

Jihyo’s lips were on yours again in an instant, the kiss desperate and intoxicating. Her hands slid down your back, trailing every detail of the muscles on it, the pressure firm enough to make you gasp softly against her mouth. You tasted the faint tang of alcohol on her lips, the burn of the tequila she’d downed before leaving. It mixed with something uniquely hers, something that made your knees feel weak.

You whined involuntarily, the sound muffled by her lips. “Jihyo,” you managed to murmur between kisses, your voice shaky but teasing, “please, once we get home—” Her lips didn’t stop, and instead, she pinched your side gently, a playful retaliation. “Just a little more,” she mumbled, her words barely audible as her mouth moved against yours. “I can’t get enough.”

Her hands trailed up and down your back again, sending shivers through your body as she pressed closer. You could feel the heat radiating off her, her chest brushing yours as her hands finally settled at the small of your back. When she finally pulled away, her lips lingered just a breath from yours, both of you panting softly. A thin string of saliva connected your mouths, and Jihyo’s gaze flicked to it before she wiped your lips with her thumb, her touch surprisingly gentle. “Messy,” she muttered with a small smirk, though her eyes carried a softness that made your chest ache.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips as she opened the passenger door for you. There was no teasing or playful banter as you slid into the seat—only a calm, almost reverent silence as she closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side.

“You’re drunk,” you pointed out as she started the car, your voice quieter than usual, though the concern was evident. “You shouldn’t be driving.”

She glanced at you briefly, her lips curving into a lopsided grin. “Tipsy,” she corrected, her tone firm but not defensive. “And I’m fine. I promise.”

The car sped out of the parking lot, the city lights blurring as you moved through the quiet streets. Her hand found its way to your thigh, almost like second nature, her fingers drawing slow, lazy circles over the fabric of your dress.

You stiffened slightly at the contact, your breath hitching. Your thighs instinctively pressed together, and you turned your head to look out the window, desperate to focus on anything but the heat radiating from her touch.

Jihyo chuckled softly at your reaction, her fingers giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. “Relax,” she murmured, her voice carrying a teasing edge but also something deeper—something that made your stomach flutter.

By the time you reached home, the tension in the car was almost palpable. Jihyo parked and turned off the engine, but her hand lingered on your thigh for a moment longer before she finally pulled away, stepping out of the car.

She didn’t wait for you to follow. Instead, she walked around to your side and opened the door for you, offering her hand as you stepped out. The simple gesture sent another wave of warmth through you, and as you stood together under the soft glow of the porch light, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something between you had shifted.

As soon as the door clicked shut, you barely had time to slip your shoes off before Jihyo was on you again. Her hands found your face, pulling you into a deep kiss that left no room for protest—not that you wanted to. Her lips pressed insistently against yours, soft but charged with an almost desperate energy, her teeth grazing your bottom lip before tugging lightly.

“Jihyo,” you murmured against her mouth, but she didn’t stop. Her hands trailed down to your shoulders, then further, her touch trembling slightly as her fingers brushed over your skin, feeling every little detail. “You’re so pretty,” she whispered, the words warm and breathless as they melted into your lips.

You couldn’t help the way your body reacted to her—your hands gripping her waist for stability, your knees threatening to give out as she deepened the kiss. Her mouth moved with yours in a rhythm that made you forget how to think, her lips hot and demanding against your own.

She shifted her stance, stepping closer until your back hit the wall with a soft thud. Her leg slid between yours, and you sucked in a sharp breath as her thigh pressed against your core. Your hands instinctively tightened on her waist, and she pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes dark and searching.

“Why do you smell so good?” she murmured, her voice low and husky.You let out a soft, shaky laugh, but before you could respond, she leaned in again, her lips brushing against your jaw, then lower to your neck. Her kisses were slower there, open-mouthed and deliberate, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Jihyo, wait,” you managed to whisper, but she didn’t stop. “Please,” she murmured against your skin, her voice almost pleading. “Just let me have this.” Her words made your chest tighten in a way you didn’t fully understand. Your hands moved to her shoulders, meaning to push her back, but instead, you found yourself gripping her shirt, pulling her closer.

Her lips pressed against the sensitive spot where your neck met your collarbone, and you let out a shaky exhale. “Jihyo,” you said again, firmer this time, though your voice wavered. She pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, her lips red and slightly swollen. “What?” she asked softly, her brows furrowing in concern as she searched your face.

“We... we can’t just—” You hesitated, your words faltering under her intense gaze. She reached up, her fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your face as she leaned her forehead against yours. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice quieter now. “I just... I can’t help it. I don’t know why i’m like this.”

Her confession sent heat rushing to your face, and you looked away, your heart pounding in your chest. “You’re drunk,” you mumbled, though the words felt weak even to you.She shook her head, a soft, almost bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Maybe. But it’s not the alcohol making me feel like this.”

Jihyo didn’t waste a second, her lips crashing against yours again, not as rushed but just as urgent. Her kisses were deep, a little rough around the edges, yet so utterly her. You felt her hands run up your arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When her lips wandered to your neck, she sucked softly on the sensitive skin just below your jaw, leaving a dark bruise, her warm breath fanning against you as she mumbled, “I can’t get enough of you.”

Your knees felt weak even though you were practically already sitting on her thigh. She slid her hands to your waist, gripping firmly as she guided you against the kitchen counter. Then, with an ease that surprised you, she lifted you up, placing you on the cool surface as if you weighed nothing.

“How are you this strong?” you blurted out, your voice unsteady, equal parts impressed and startled. Jihyo pulled back slightly, her lips curling into a smug smile as she placed her hands on either side of you. “You’re not the only one who works out, you know.” You let out a nervous laugh, trying to play it cool despite the way your heart hammered in your chest. “Noted.”

Her lips found yours again, softer this time, but the fire behind her actions was impossible to miss. Your fingers tangled in her hair as you kissed her back, unable to resist the way she made you feel—like you were the only person that mattered in that moment. Her hands moved down to your thighs, resting there for a second before sliding up slightly, her thumbs brushing against your skin. You shivered under her touch, and she smiled against your lips.

She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes dark and serious. “Let me take it off,” she whispered, her voice low and full of unspoken desire. Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Jihyo—”

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” she added quickly, her hands pausing as if she was giving you time to decide. You hesitated, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. But the way she looked at you—with a mix of longing and tenderness—melted your reservations. You gave her a small nod, and that was all she needed.

Her fingers moved to the straps of your dress, her touch careful and deliberate as she slid them down your shoulders.Her hands were warm against your skin, steady despite the tremble in her breath. She paused, her eyes meeting yours again as if to make sure you were still okay. When you didn’t stop her, she let out a soft sigh of relief and continued, her lips brushing your shoulder as she eased the fabric down.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice so soft you almost didn’t hear her.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, and you instinctively crossed your arms over your chest. “Stop looking at me like that,” you muttered, trying to avoid her gaze.

“Like what?” she asked, her voice filled with genuine curiosity.

“Like I’m... I don’t know. Like I’m special or something,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jihyo tilted her head, a small, almost sad smile tugging at her lips. “You are,” she said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Her words struck something deep within you, and before you could think twice, you leaned in, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that was less about passion and more about emotion. Her hands moved to cradle your face, her thumbs gently brushing against your cheeks as if she was trying to reassure you without words.

“I want to have you, please..” Her voice cracked slightly in desperation as she looked up at you, eyes filled with an indescribable need, your breathing hitched—and before you could speak up, she began trailing sloppy kisses on your inner thighs, “Jihyo, i—“

She stopped and looked up at you, “Hm?”. You let out a shaky sigh, looking away in shame as your face got even more red, “I’ve never done it before.” Jihyo bit her lip as her face flushed with guilt, she pulled apart “I’m sorry I—“

“No” you grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her close, your faces inches apart, “I want you to.��� Her breath hitched, as she stared up at you now, her eyes were vulnerable, glassy even, she bit her lip in hesitation as she caressed your cheek with her hand, “Are you really sure, Y/N? If you want me to stop i will.

You nodded, she swallowed hard as she dipped back in pressing wet kisses to your inner thigh, your body squirming against her grip. Her face was right at your clothed center, her nose brushing against your swollen clit from time to time. Your breathing was uneasy as she left a trail of bruises on your thighs, “You’re so pretty like this, baby.”

She heard a whimper escape from your lips—and gosh, it drove her insane. She pressed her lips to your clothed center and a loud sensitive moan was released from deep in your throat, your hands instinctively reaching for her hair to push and run your fingers through them. She slowly got rid of the fabric, the view of your soaked pussy and swollen needy clit made her bite a lip to suppress a whine. “You’re so pretty down here, pretty everywhere.” She stroked your slit with her tongue, you threw your head back. “Shit, please.” she smirked against it before pressing a wet kiss on it,

“Please what, baby? tell me.” she went inside for a second just to tease, “Fuck—please Jihyo—nghh—eat me out!” you pouted as you pulled on her hair a bit, the sensation making the girl groan. “Youre so fucking eager.” she smiled before dipping in, her defined nose brushing against your clit as she bobbed her head slightly, jaw taking your pussy fully, sticking her tongue in and out of you at a steady pace,—it was slightly slow enough to tease, though she made up for it by adding pressure to her movements, giving you more stimulation—she had a pattern of kissing your pussy from time to time while putting her tongue in and swirling all over.

You threw your head back at the feeling of her tongue inside you—it took you a bit to get used to the feeling; the sensation made you sensitive, your legs shaking as your mouth fell open. It felt good—too good, you closed your legs on her, crushing her face with your thighs, she let out a low guttural growl as she began slurping, the sound vile and pornographic. “You taste so fucking good, Y/N.” her eyebrows furrowed as she locked eyes with you from down under, “I can’t get enough.”

She put her hand up to caress your thighs, assuring strokes on your skin before moving it to rub your clit, you closed your legs on her again and she groaned, “So fucking sensitive, huh?” she rubbed your clit again to tease—your legs jerked forward to close, “Shit—Ji…hyo, pl….fuck please!” her tongue moved on faster and more accurate strokes, inching towards your most sensitive spot little by little as she was practically face first in your cunt, the smell of sex evident in the open kitchen; you were lucky you two only lived there.

She stuck her fingers in as she ate you out, you screamed, the sound of her name leaving your mouth drove her insane—her eyes rolled back as she began to taste you more aggressively, her nose pressing harder on your clit, your pussy slick dripping down her chin. “You’re so fucking good.”

She spit on it, and a loud moan escapee your mouth, her warm saliva seeping down your already wet cunt, you felt nasty, disgusting; it aroused you— a lot. “Jihyo, it feels so good.” your lip quivered, “I can tell, such a needy girl, aren’t you?” you bit your lip to suppress a moan, you nodded. “Answer me when i talk to you, Y/N.” she bit back in a harsh and dominating tone before landing a bite on your inner thigh, the pain bringing you a form of ecstasy you couldn’t describe, your hand traveled to your lips to nibble on the side of your hand, suppressing your noises. “Im—a needy.. fuck.. i’m a needy girl..” she let out a dry chuckle “Good girl, baby, good—“ she dipped in harder “—fucking girl.”

You bucked your hips forward, fucking yourself against her face, you sobbed out loudly as you humped her face like a bitch in heat, incoherent words falling out of your mouth as you felt closer and closer to finishing. You gripped the counters edge and Jihyo’s hand found yours, “Hold it, it’s okay. You can squeeze it if you need to” she said gently, though her pace was the absolutely opposite of gentle, she locked eyes with you and she giggled, your face brought pity to her senses, though it was more of an amusing kind— almost humiliating, “Aw you poor baby, don’t look at me like that love, i won’t be able to hold back.” you groaned through gritted teeth, “This is you—hmgh..holding back?!”.

Your eyes rolled back, “That’s my girl.” she used the hand that wasn’t interlocked with yours to slowly finger you, hitting your g-spot, she bit her lip at the feeling of your tight pussy clenching against her slender fingers. “Gonna cum for me?” you nodded, “Come on, cum for me baby.” she stuck her tongue out as she licked over and over; her jaw was sore but she’d do anything to please you.

You trembled as you finished on her tongue, a hum in pleasure leaving Jihyo’s lips as she tasted you, she rubbed your thigh, making it up to you for the amount of bruises she left there. Your body fell limp, she brushed the tiny strands of hair stuck on your sweaty forehead before kissing it and helping you down the counter, your knees gave out and you almost fell, arms latching onto Jihyo for support, she teased. “Easy girl, don’t fall over me.” you whined groggily as you put your body weight on her as she led you to your bedroom, “Wait..” you stopped her as you approached the hallway “What?” you bit your lip in hesitation, “I wanna sleep with you, please.”

“Yeah? alright, let’s go, i’ll put you down and prepare a bath for you.”

As she led you there, you zoned out while you were spread out in bed staring at the ceiling, the white noise of Jihyo’s AC buzzing and the bathtub filled the atmosphere, a warmth filled your chest, you didn’t know what it was, but you knew that before this, the little situation you both had wasn’t gonna be the same.

[magnagaruzenmon]

Heat Miser

This is a bit of a double gift one for @fanfiction4sooya and one for the lady who runs this page specifically

To Lua when I started writing again I wanted to follow more female writers and by far you have been the kinder and most helpful in terms of having me feel less loss in different exploration of ideas and understanding. So from the bottom of my heart I give you the biggest obrigado

To Maggy you despite your crippling anxiety about being tracked you found me and pushed me to start writing again. So thank you for getting me back into shape.

The living room is alive with the warm hum of laughter, clinking glasses, and the soft crackle of the fireplace. Strings of twinkling lights cast a cozy glow over the room, their reflection dancing in ornaments hanging from the Christmas tree. You’re nestled into the corner of the couch, the comfortable cushions cradling your tired body after hours of playing host. Around you, your friends are engaged in animated conversations, exchanging gifts, and snapping pictures under the mistletoe.

Jihyo is in the center of it all, radiant and magnetic, holding court as she always does. Her laughter rings out like a bell, drawing everyone in. You can’t help but admire her from afar, but tonight, a small pang of selfishness tugs at your chest. You just want a quiet moment alone with your girl.

Without drawing attention, you slip your phone out of your pocket and type a quick message: "hey babe I need some attention."

The second you hit send, you tuck your phone away and push yourself off the couch, blending into the social swirl. If you’re going to sneak a moment with Jihyo later, you might as well make a good impression as a host now. You grab a refill for someone’s drink, laugh at a joke you only half-heard, and dodge a particularly heated debate about holiday movie rankings.

That’s when you notice me—standing awkwardly in the hallway near the stairs, looking like I’m trying to disappear into the wallpaper. I’m shifting uncomfortably, tugging at the collar of my sweater, clearly out of my element. Something about the way I linger at the edge of the crowd tugs at your latent maternal instinct.

You weave through the throng of people and approach me, your voice soft but audible over the festive noise. "Hey, is everything alright?"

I nod quickly, offering a polite but strained smile. "Yeah, just…a little overwhelmed. It’s really warm in here."

You nod in understanding and glance toward the fireplace and the tightly packed crowd. "Yeah, sorry about that. My baby girl loves to keep things hot," you say, smiling apologetically.

I chuckle weakly at your joke but shake my head. "No worries. Do you know somewhere cooler?"

You hesitate, your mind flipping through options. You could send me to one of the upstairs rooms, but the thought makes you pause. Jihyo might finally peel herself away from the party to answer your text, and you want the space to yourselves when she does. After a brief moment of consideration, you gesture toward the sliding glass doors at the back of the house.

"Why don’t you head to the guest house by the pool? It’s quiet out there, and you can cool off for a bit."

Relief washes over my face as I nod. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

You watch as I slip through the sliding doors and out into the crisp night air, disappearing toward the softly lit guest house. Satisfied that I’ll find some peace, you turn back to the party, scanning the room for Jihyo. You're not waiting for long as two hands cover your eyes.

"I hear you're looking for me," Jihyo says in her low sultry voice. You rub your thighs together as her voice always manages to heat things up between the two of you.

"That depends are you gonna be a good girl for mommy," you hear Jihyo stifle a moan as you use the tone that sends a jolt right to her core.

"Yes. I love being a good girl for mommy," Jihyo says submissive and pliant. You smirk and tell her to meet you in your bedroom in 15 minutes.

"But mommy?" Jihyo begs

"Is that back talk?" you question quickly silencing the smaller woman.

"No I just need you," she says as she rubs her thighs together the wetness between them drives her crazy.

You nod then reply, "I know but I need you a little bit more hot and bothered." Jihyo's eyes widen as you walk to your room. While waiting for your lovely girlfriend you turn on the heater in your room and slowly strip. By the time Jihyo is supposed to come in you already have a nice layer of sweat building around your skin.

When she enters she sees your bare body waiting for her. She whimpers and says, "Momo I'm so hot." you smile and respond.

"I know darling, Now eat Mommy then we'll see what we can do for you." Jihyo happily approaches as she wedges herself between your legs. She first starts by doing small semi-circles around your clit causing you to moan as her hot tongue sets your nerves alight.

"That's it, baby girl, keep licking Mommy," you say encouraging Jihyo to continue. Jihyo moans as she slowly inches into your pussy. You smile and yelp as her tongue dips into your walls.

"fuck you moan," as Jihyo continues to tongue fuck you. You groan as your eyes roll into the back of your head before you reach your limit. You cum all over your baby girl's face and the heat between you two only intensifies as you bring Jihyo up to your face your taste still lingering on her face as the two of you make out.

You playfully paw at her breasts causing Jihyo to moan into your kiss,

"Oh mommy," Jihyo says before aligning yourselves together. You smile as you bite her bottom lip causing Jihyo even more pleasure as the two of you get closer. You push Jihyo down as you rut on top of her. Jihyo moans as she feels the heat inside her rage into a fiery tempest. Her moans melodically fill the room as you dominate her further.

"Yes, Mommy" Jihyo repeats like a mantra as she reaches Nirvana. You smile watching your baby girl reach her climax. After she does you get up and begin dressing yourself while Jihyo cools down from your little session.

"Please do hydrate baby girl Mommy doesn't want you becoming mush now," You say coyly as you region the party.

[zyonicorn]

Click to Start Chatting

Many months ago, I met my girlfriend through an app called “V-loop”. It was an app for meeting new people, and there was a function for you to follow people you liked and chat with them, though the requirement was that the other person had to follow you too.

The first time I saw her profile, I was hesitating if I should follow her or not, but she's literally my type. “Let’s just give it a try.” I stared at the “@_zyozyo/ 106 followers/ 5 following” for a few seconds, then clicked “follow” eventually.

I don't even know if she liked girls, all I knew was her name, Jihyo, which kept lingering in my mind. She was so gorgeous, every picture seemed like a piece of art, that I didn't even deserve to savor. 

“Click to start chatting”

It was my third time checking the chat session in an hour, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the line, indicating she followed me back.

“Hey there! Are you y/n?”

Yes! Nice to meet you 🫣

“Why’d you follow me?”

Cuz you look easy to get along with :)

“I see.. You’re cute”

Her direct expression made you don't know how to answer for a moment.

Thanks..?

The chat continued. The two of you started to share about your daily lives, people you've met, what you had for lunch. In just a week, you got closer to Jihyo that she told you about her work, stress, and some personal matters.

“Y/n.. I'm pretty frustrated lately.”

What’s wrong??

Everything sounded normal, just like how you usually chat with her.

“I don't know if I should tell you but..”

“What I meant by ‘frustrated’ is sexually.”

Oh um, but why are you telling me about this?

“I want you to solve it for me.”

Though you were really, really shocked by her straightforward words, you still replied right away, just to hide the fact that you were panicking, staring at the screen while your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

I mean, why me? We met online and you’ll never know who I actually am.

There are many scams nowadays, and despite being shocked, you’re also worried about Jihyo.

“Cuz I know I can trust you. I have my reasons, just say yes or no.”

“Of course, I won't force you if you don't want to, it's my personal problem after all.”

She’s so thoughtful, that your heart pounds faster for her again.

Well, sure I can help you. But it's not as easy as it’s said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll book a hotel room and send you the address. All you have to do is go there and help me out.”

She sent you a link right away, booked tomorrow, a whole day. She doesn't sound nervous or embarrassed anymore, unlike you, who still not believe your type asked you out, for sex.

That night you barely slept, the only 3 hours of sleep, you had a dirty dream about Jihyo. You woke up at 6, found your underwear wet. “What the fuck…” you breathe out, without thinking much, you change quickly and have a shower.

The time she suggested was 8, at a cafe near the hotel, so the two of you can have a small chat and get to know each other.

“I’m over here, Jihyo-ssi!” you waved while tipping your toes, trying to maintain your smile and not faint from the beauty of the woman approaching in baggy jeans and a white ruffled top.

“Hey there!! Oh…” she suddenly stopped talking, looking up and down at you. You thought you looked messy, or maybe disappointing her because you looked different from the picture, so you quickly fixed your posture and pulled your shirt straight.

“What’s the matter?” you hesitated before asking, the woman’s bright confident expression seemed to soften a little. She looked back into your eyes and smiled kindly, your face exposing your nervousness. “Nothing, but you’re even cuter than I thought” she calmly said. 

You blushed at her words, which Jihyo noticed right away. She smiled even more that it pushed her cheeks up perfectly. 

“Alright, let’s go in.” her arm wrapped around your shoulder, while you blushed even harder from her warm touch. She helped you with your chair, then sat at your opposite. Looking at you, she asked “Do you want to drink something?” though you had mentally prepared for what would happen today already, you’re still shy about being in front of Jihyo.

“N-no, thanks. I’ve had my breakfast,” you responded. “Okay. Our check-in is at  9, so why don't we have a small talk first?” she started the topic. The chat between you two sounded just like how you chatted online. Her friendly tone eased your anxiety. 

The chat went well, she started to brush your leg with her shoes. Leaning closer to you across the table, she asked, “Why don't we head off to the hotel now? It’s almost time.” her smirk showed her excitement.

“Sure” You got up as she held your hand, like a normal couple, though you were too timid to hold her back until her fingers crossed yours.

On your 5 minutes way to the hotel, you started the conversation. “Don’t get me wrong but, have you done this many times before?” you asked after hesitating.

“Done what?” “Like- having sex with people you met online?” you asked, though it’s hard to say it out loud. “Oh honey, what makes you think that?” she looked surprised for a moment, but fixed her expression quickly. “I-I mean, you’re all calm from the start, I wonder if you’re experienced,” you explained yourself.

“I did have sex before, with my ex-boyfriend. But he never satisfied me. We broke up and I'm feeling empty. So I wanted to try it with a woman, then you showed up.” she said. You were kind of confused, are you that extraordinary? You never found yourself attractive. That's what you asked Jihyo, she replied, “You’re kind and caring. Have some confidence in yourself! I found it really comfortable to be with you.”

That's almost a confession, you thought. Maybe confidence is what you lack. The two of you stepped into the hotel hall. It was big and the atmosphere was peaceful. The receptionist handed Jihyo the key as she took care of everything. 

There’s a big window in the room, with a large bed for two. The fact that you’re having sex with this beautiful woman hit you suddenly. Your heart pounded faster and faster, you tried to hide your blush while bending over to take off your shoes. Jihyo was faster than you, she put her bag aside and sat on the edge of the bed.

She pats her side, signaling you to sit there. The bed was soft and clean, the sheet felt cold like your hands. “So.. Do you want to start?” “S-sure” you answered, but you have no idea how to do it. 

She smirked and leaned closer, her face hovering above yours. “Maybe I’ll begin first,” she whispered and tilted her head so she could kiss your lips. The first kiss was soft, like testing the water. You closed your eyes, feeling her moist lip on yours, slowly opening your mouth and her tongue slipped in smoothly. It was as hot as you imagined, your hands reached for her shirt to pull her closer. She smiled at your eagerness, as you get turned on more and more.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, along with the sound you and Jihyo’s mouths made. You sneaked your hand down to Jihyo’s crotch, another to her tit. Feeling the temperature passing through the clothes, unlike your cold hands, she seems to be hot.

“Can you take the lead?” she noticed that you relaxed a bit, then asked softly while pulling away. “So we’re starting right now?” you smirked. You've thought of pushing her into the bed directly, but you know it’s polite and necessary to ask, you’re the one pleasuring her today, anyway.

“Sure, if you can,” she said and pulled you into a kiss, more passionate than before. Her soft whimpers are leading you to release your need, you press her into the bed, straddling her while kissing. “Take those off,” you said. She pulled her shirt and blouse, and you took off her jeans, leaving her underwear on.

You gasped from seeing her boobs spring free, they’re bigger than they looked like when she was wearing her bra and the shirt. “How do you want me to please you?” you asked while drawing slow circles on her abs.

“Suck on my tits and finger me, I know you want it,” she smiled in anticipation, while you were still not moving your gaze away from her breasts. 

You leaned down and grabbed her tits with both hands, though you couldn't fully hold on them. Enveloping one of her nipples with your lips, she felt your hot breath fanning her skin and your cold hands at the same time, feeling the sensation while giving out soft whines.

She guides one of your hands to her abs, then underwear. You pressed into her clit through the fabric softly, making Jihyo moan even louder.

You moved to the side of her and sat up, playing with her chest with one hand and another rubbing her clothes clit. 

“You’re dripping,” you smirked and circled even faster, brushing her slit occasionally. “For you, love” her voice unsteady. Love? She just called me love? That name is melting you on the inside, but you have to act calm.

“Can I take it off?” you asked while reaching for the strap of her underwear. She immediately nodded. It was a white normal underwear, matching her bra. 

A string of juice connected the cloth and her pussy, you didn't expect she would be this “juicy”. You cut the string with your finger and playfully licked it. She looked at you staring at her pussy, “Taste it” her voice was soft, you didn't catch what she was saying- or rather you would say, you didn't believe what she was saying.

“Sorry?” you asked her to repeat. She said again, “Eat me.” This time you made sure you didn't hear her wrong. You’ve never licked a pussy, you don’t know how to make Jihyo comfortable with your mouth.

“Tell me if it hurts,” you still asked just in case. She nodded and closed her eyes, “don’t push yourself too much just because of me, love” she said. You took off your clothing, naked while your face hovered on Jihyo’s pussy. She was being so thoughtful, to be honest, just by chatting with her, you thought she would use you like a sex toy. But turns out she cares about your feelings too.

You lapped your hot tongue onto her clit, feeling your saliva dropping from the roof of your mouth. Jihyo curled her legs and let out a whimper. “Just go for it, baby. I can’t wait” She sounded weak, almost begging you. And of course, you would obey this perfect woman. 

You sucked her clit and folds into your mouth, her juice covering your lips. Jihyo’s mouth fell open, she gasped and exhaled heavily under your touch. She’s so sensitive that you wanted to tease her. You flicked your tongue on her clit and fanned your breath on her pussy.

“S-suck me just like how you did..” she spoke up and her fist clenched onto the hotel’s bed sheet.

You remember you’re here to satisfy Jihyo, so you decided to stop teasing her. You took her clit into your mouth, saliva mixed with her juice. It’s something you’ve never tasted before, tastier than anything else.

It’s time, you thought. Putting your tongue into her cunt, it was moist and warm. Her tight wall clenched, although your jaw was sore, you didn’t stop. You started to bob your your head, paying attention to Jihyo’s breathing.

“Hmph-” her noises sharp but short, legs bending uncontrollably. Her back started to arch, she held your head and tried to fuck your face. You kept yourself in place and licked her sweet spot, her moans getting denser and denser.

Her juice squeezed onto your face, some dropped into the sheet below. Her eyelid was half closed, she panted heavily.

You lay next to her, she hugged you and kissed your lips eagerly. You thought she would need some rest, but it was the complete opposite. You looked up, “what’s next?”

She stared into your eyes, lust and desire filled her gaze.

“Now let mommy treat you nice and well, as the payback for the wonderful work you’ve just done.”

Mommy? What does she mean? Your brain did not really register her words. But that doesn’t matter, she flipped you so now you’re on your stomach. Your juice oozed out from hearing her moans just now, making your crotch a mess.

She leaned onto you, her hot wet pussy right under your ass cheek. You felt Jihyo’s chest pressed onto your back as her hand moved slowly from your upper back to your ass, then your wet needy cunt, the trail of touch her fingertip left giving you a chill in your spine.

She rubbed your clit and folds forcefully, teasing around the entrance. Her delicate touches don't feel like it’s her first time with a woman. She knows everything you need, every bit of skin is caressed.

Her hand moved around your stomach and went under it, giving her a better angle to touch your pussy. It went between the bed and your skin, hot and moist, you don’t know if it’s her sweat or your slick.

She started to circle your clit ruthlessly, your muffled moans covered by the pillow that you buried your face in. You felt Jihyo starting to grind her pussy on the back of your thigh, slick coating your skin as pleasure builds in your body. 

 Her bare pussy grinding on your leg, she rocked her hips with desire, while working on your clit with her fingers. “Oh god you sound so good” she moans and praises every sound you make. Pressing your head into the pillow even more, you felt the suffocation. Mind blank, only the knot in your stomach slowly unraveling, and tied tight again every time she slow down to tease. 

Your head spins and cunt clenches as she circle her fingers. She noticed your moans and softened to tease. “L-let me cum-” You raised your head, didn't notice the tears on your face. Sweat stuck your hair on your face, making you look messy.

“Call me mommy” she commanded. Maybe it’s her “kink”, you obeyed her immediately. “M-mommy please” you breathed out.

She sped up her fingers, the sound of wetness sent to your ears. You felt like you were almost blacking out. 

The knot in your core seems to be releasing, slowly consuming the little sanity left in your mind. Your feet clasped Jihyo’s hand in between, your moans becoming denser, you felt like someone was holding onto your lungs, not letting you breathe. Jihyo’s voice was right next to your ear, your back arching up from time to time as you felt Jihyo speeding up on your thigh. “Fuck” you heard her faintly breathe out. She sounds angelic, you would love to keep fucking her just to hear her again.

“Hmph-!!” you squeezed your eyes shut, almost crying out of pleasure. The organisms washed through your body completely, Jihyo’s juice coated your thigh, she hugged you tight and continued to draw circles on your clit, until you have fully ridden out your climax.

She took her hand out, dripping with your water. You couldn't move at all, mind blank, vision blurred. The bed sheet was all wet, you felt Jihyo’s honey going down your flesh. You uncontrollably shivered, slick still slowly flowing out of your cunt.

In Jihyo’s eyes, your face is washed red, cum dripping, hair stuck onto your face because of your sweat and tears, your mouth slightly opened, heavily breathing, while you shivered hard.

Jihyo sucked the slick on her fingers, and cleaned you up with her mouth. You felt her tongue going from your thigh to your dripping pussy. She sucked on it a few times, you felt your sensitive cunt go through some tiny organisms as she licked you up.

She flipped you over, looking at you from above with a big smile on her face. “Messy” She kissed you as you pulled her into your body. Your words were still shaky, “I’ve never had such great sex ever” “I think I might be addicted.” 

She sat up and put her head onto her thigh, you’re now lying as Jihyo strokes your hair softly. “Then we should do this often.” She looked at you and said. You smiled, if you do this often, you think you might be ‘used up’ one day.

“Rest for a while. I’ll help you with the shower later.”

You fell asleep. She softly said to your ears, “Thank you.”

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Pretty much rushed, I’m not satisfied with this fic but I don't want to keep you guys waiting :( sry for the low quality and the long waitttt

[pt2change]

part of the package deal ━ park jihyo

pairing: masseuse!jihyo x fem reader

genre: smut, idk what else, pillow princess y/n if you squint a bit, mind you they just met

word count: 1,794

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you believed in treating herself, especially after you have a stressful week at work. 

which is also why you found yourself in the waiting room of JYPURE, a new exclusive spa that opened down the street from your apartment.

the room was painted an olive green and the floor was covered with the patterned mats. there was tables in different areas with growing plants sitting on top. there was a little rock garden at the check in desk.

the room was empty, just you and the girl who was behind the desk. it was late, almost their closing time. you weren’t even sure if they would take you in.

“ms. y/l/n?” you stood up, “this way please.” you go and follow the worker into the one of the dressing rooms. she hands you a thick white robe, explaining where to put your bag and clothes. she lets you know the masseuse will be in soon to take you the appropriate room, and she leaves allowing you to change 

soon enough a slight knock taps the door, a girl with shoulder length hair and a pink uniform set walks in. “ready?” she says, just barely above a whisper. you nod in response, and you follow as she leads you to another small room in the back

in the room was the obviously expected massage table, center in the low lit room. candles were turned on and placed in multiple areas throughout the room. there was a small speaker that sat in the corner, playing soothing music.

the door clicks shut behind you, “my name is jihyo, i’ll be providing you with the massage today.”

you smile at her, “nice to meet you.”

she smiles in response, “i’m gonna ask you to take the robe off and lay on your stomach”

you feel a knot forming in your stomach at the thought of your masseuse, jihyo, watching you undress. but before you can even say anything, she grabs one of the sheets from the table and holds it up like a screen. you slip off the room, and hopped on the table. laying flat on your stomach, just like jihyo instructed you to.

you felt the sheet being placed on top of your ass, leaving the rest of your skin exposed.

jihyo reaches for the nearby massage oil, rubbing her hands together before place them firmly across your shoulders.

jihyo began stroking her hands all across your shoulders, applying firm pressure. you could tell she meant business, you were in good hands. instead you focus on the music playing softly in the background.

jihyo watched you carefully. she watched how your shoulders and back responded to her touch. she watched your muscles relax but by bit with every stroke of pressure she applied.

she felt you melt into the massage table as jihyo moved down to your legs. she starts at your feet, slowly working her way back up to your calves, and then your thighs.

only jihyo doesn’t stop there. she slides her hands under the sheet, and begins massaging your ass. the pressure she used was the same, but somehow the touch was more gentle. softer.

you breathed in deeply, trying to not tense up as you knew part of you felt turned on by the touch. jihyo massages for a little longer. until she stops, and you feel her lift the sheet from your body. and you flip over onto your back, jihyo places the sheet over your hips, leaving your breasts and abdomen exposed to the warm air

“if you're not comfortable, i can get a sheet to cover your breasts” she says, and almost without a thought you shake your head, “it’s fine” your voice echoes the room.

you could look now, and you did. there was nothing wrong with watching a pretty girl rub the tensions out of your muscles. even then, all you could think about was how her hands were rubbing up and down your ass

jihyo continued to do her massage on the front of your body, working on your arms and shoulders. she gave you a brief smile whenever your eyes would meet. and she would get back to her work, but you could feel your cheeks warming up. 

then jihyo got to your collar bones. and jihyo’s hand kept going lower, until they reached your breasts. jihyo massaged them with such delicacy, you felt your nipples harden as her fingers brushed past them.

you had gotten massages before, but never have you ever reacted in this way, maybe it had to do with the girl that stood in front of you, with her short hair pulled back, her warm tan skin, and chocolate brown eyes. 

you found yourself struggling to not to breathe as jihyo gently stroked your stomach. you tried so hard to think about what it would feel like if her hands just went down more further. slipping under the thin white sheet. your eyes met with jihyo’s and it’s almost like she read your mind, because her hands left your stomach, and she moved down to your lower half. 

or maybe it was all just in your head. jihyo starts massaged at your feet, she worked along your ankles, and calves, and then to your thighs. only then jihyo didn't stop, with almost no wark=ning, she slid her hand up under the sheet, placing her fingers on your slit, lazily gliding her finger up and down. 

you gasped and closed your eyes. you dig your heels into the massage table, trying desperately not to make a sound. jihyo grabs a hold of your hip, before sliding 2 fingers inside of you. she pumps her fingers in and out of you. she takes her thumb, and begins running your clit at the same time.

you open your eyes, to find her staring at you. and her fingers are moving faster, “fuck-” you whisper, and jihyo takes her hand and covers your mouth. it only makes you more wet, and jihyo notices. jihyo leans over to you, “shh, we can’t let everyone know, ms. y/l/n”

you nod your head in response, jihyo adds in another finger, and you moan into her hand. you thrust your hips into her fingers, causing them to go deeper inside of you. jihyo removes her hand from your mover and uses it to spread your legs wider, and tips your hips up.

you feel your own wetness come down out of your pussy, and with no shame you thrust your hips onto jihyo’s finger again, and fingers dig deeper inside of your, building up the orgasm that was gonna come at any moment.

there is a moment of pause, and you watch as jihyo goes around the table. it all happens to quick, jihyo takes her fingers out of you, grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer to the edge og the table. 

she slaps your clit, and again, and again. each time you jolt. “please” you say, your breath hitches. you notice a devilish grin on her face, and she aggressively swipes her tongue all across your pussy. you thrust your hips into her mouth. she grips your thighs hard as her tongue teases your clit.

you wanted this, you needed this.

her fingers find their way inside of you again, with the combination of her tongue adn the slurping sounds she made, you felt overwhelmed. you were going to come any second, your hands reached the top of her head,  “jihyo, i’m gonna come…” just loud enough for her to hear.

jihyo looks up from where she is between your thighs, and god. that was enough for you to come hard against her mouth, and you felt jihyo’s tongue push deeper inside of you. your body jerked as you released everything that had been bottled up. jihyo kisses your clit before picking her head back up, and you lay there, eyes closed trying to catch your breath. 

you open your eyes again, and you see as jihyo holds up the robe you had been wearing earlier. “what about you?-” you start, watching as jihyo tucks her hair behind her ear. “i’ve got this room for an hour and-”

jihyo shakes her head, and gives you a small smile. she takes her fingers, and traces them up your thigh, leaving your body with goosebumps, “it’s okay, i don't expect you to”

“but-” you reply, and jihyo stops you by giving you a sloppy kiss, and you melt into her mouth, and you feel jihyo slightly pull your hair back, causing you to moan into her mouth. 

jihyo pulls away first, “you tasted so good, ms. y/l/n” she whispers into your ear, and you feel chills run down your body. “i’ll take you back to get your things” 

jihyo watches as you put your robe back on, and you follow her as she takes you back into the dressing room. “when you’re down, you can head back to the front.” she says, she grabs your hand, and traces her thumb over your fingers, “i hope to see you again”

and with that, she leaves again. and you're left there standing, thinking about what just happened.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

after getting dressed again and fixing your hair, you head back out to the front. making your way towards the door, a voice stops you, “how was the experience?” the front desk girl asks. you adjust the purse on your shoulder, “good….it was definitely relaxing.”

the girl smiles at you, “that’s good to hear! if you’d like, i can make you another appointment. it can also be with the same masseuse”

“i would love that,” you respond, almost too quickly. “perfect. there’s an opening for 4:30pm next saturday. and then we have two options to choose from; the regular massage, or the velvet hour exclusive massage?” you stare at her for a second, and she speaks up again, “the velvet hour exclusive is the massage you had done today.”

you nod in response, “i’ll go ahead and do that one… with the same masseuse as well, ” you watch as the front desk girl types in all the information. “okay, you’re all set for next saturday, we’ll see you then.” she hands you a little appointment reminder card.

you nod, respond with a quick “thank you.” and just as you turn around and are about to walk away, “we actually close early on saturdays, at 5pm, but i’ll be more than glad to stay behind to make sure you get your 1 hour of massage”

and you turn back to see jihyo, standing next to the girl, who was pointing at something on the screen, “i’ll see you next saturday ms. y/l/n”

[hrtedhyo]

she got away

p.jihyo x fem! reader ,, sfw

synopsis: growing up with jihyo

content warning: based off ‘the subway’ by chappell roan, angst, slight unrequited, eating disorder mentioned, idiots who are in love? is it love? we don’t know! jihyo is referred to as jisoo for the first half, fluffy for the first half too, kids being kids, y/n is a little stinker, referenced smut but no smut

a/n: monkey covering eyes emoji…thanks!

wc: 3k

Growing up, there was always a nagging presence by your side. And not an existential life crisis looming over baby-you’s crib, but rather something that would cause you to feel life’s most complex emotions - bundled up in a tiny pink blanket, with only a small tuft of black hair curling at the top.

“Gah?” It babbled and babbled, and you babbled back - nonsensical words exchanged and an agreement formed. You would be best friends with this entity for forever, it would have your back and you would have its.

Inseparable.

In your formative years you’d come to learn that the ‘it’ was named Jisoo, and you were called Y/n. Though you couldn’t piece together your ABC’s quite yet, you knew names were important. A name was who you were, right? Before Jisoo had a name, she was just an it. An it. It’s kind of funny, isn’t it?

You saw Jisoo everyday for play dates. She enjoyed your house because you had many, many toys and a big fluffy family dog that she liked to pull the tail on. Everyone relax - you were kids.

And you liked seeing her because it made your tiny heart beat a little quicker.

Over the next few years, you saw her less.

Jisoo had ‘potential’ as her mother put it quietly to your mom. You were in the room next door, coloring in a magnificent red dolphin while Jisoo mushed Play-Doh together to form a…right.

“She’s different,” The hushed voice spoke. “He said he sees potential in her to become something big.”

“What is your mama talking about?” You’d murmured to the tan girl beside you, and she only gave a shrug. You were both eight now, rapidly approaching the big double digits. You couldn’t wait to be ten. You’d be quick to buy a barbie dreamhouse to live in and a million cats.

“I dunno. Can I have that crayon?”

You passed it over reluctantly and she stuck it in the blob with a childish grin and a gleeful coo. “Cat!”

“Wow that’s good!” You nodded, your tiny mind conforming the blob to a cat shape.

“Mi-Ja listen to yourself,” You both quieted at the sound of your mothers voice now. “You’re throwing away her childhood.”

Jisoo frowned, playing with her blob.

“You’re just jealous that my daughter has the opportunity of a lifetime. You never give Y/n any opportunity to become something!”

“She’s a child! She doesn’t have to do anything!”

“Oh, honestly!”

The argument continued, and Jisoo pouted, a whine coming out of her mouth. Instinctively, your tiny head turned and your hands reached to pull her into a hug, patting her back. “Why are you sad Jisoo? It’s okay i’m here.”

The little girl merely cried.

Jisoo was a very emotional child, especially when it came to her mother. She didn’t like to see her mad, and especially didn’t like to hear her voice raise.

“I’m scared..”

You frowned and pulled away. “Let’s go play dollies, okay?”

A sniffle. “…okay.”

Your mother would explain to you in the coming months that Jisoo wouldn’t be around much anymore. She was training to be a singer. One of those pop starts that made money singing their heads off and shaking their bum.

You didn’t want to see Jisoo shaking her bum.

You wanted to see her, infact, you were actively against them keeping her from you. So what did little you do? Ring her house phone every day in order to speak with her.

“Jisoo?”

“Y/n, honey, Jisoo is very busy now—“

“I want to speak to Jisoo.”

A sigh. Followed by long silence.

“Y/n?” Her soft voice, but you could hear the smile on her face. “Are we going to have a play date again? Mama said you wanted to talk.”

Your heart warmed. “I miss you.”

“Come over then.”

“My mom is mad at your mom.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah..”

“…can you still come? we’re only down the street.”

You debated it for a few seconds. “Yes.”

Quickly hanging up, you slipped on your shoes and glanced into the kitchen where your mom cleaned - before darting out the front door and rushing down the street. Jisoo was outside of her house, playing with her hands while she waited on you.

“Jisoo-yah!!!”

She jumped at the yell but a big grin erupted on her face. “Y/n!” And when you were close enough, she tackled you into a hug. “Let’s go inside! Mama bought me a karaoke machine! She says it’s to help train my voice and-“

She went off babbling, dragging you along into her home. But you were so happy to be with her, you didn’t even care about the reprimand your mom would later give you when she realized her child had run off.

“I can’t believe you, Y/n! Running down here like that when-“

“Y/M/N?” Jisoo’s mother had poked her head out, slightly shocked to see you here. She had been cooped up in her room taking phone calls, not noticing the tiny vigilante her daughter had snuck in. “What on earth are you doing here?”

Your mom’s hold on your hand tightened. “I was just leaving, I-“

“No,” Jisoo’s mom stopped, hesitating. “…stay. Let the kids play.”

Your mom paused. It was silent for a few minutes, before she finally agreed.

And that day, for hours you and Jisoo played. You played, and played, and giggled for hours and hours until the sun fell and the moon rose. And then you laid together in her backyard, watching it as fireflies rose around you.

“My mama said you’re going to become a popstar.”

“Yeah., I wanted to be a movie star at first.”

“And you’re gonna have lots of friends and fans.”

“Yeah.”

“…and you’ll shake your bum too-“

“Ew!” Jisoo giggled, sitting up. “No way! I’m gonna be a classy popstar!”

You giggled as well, following suit. “What will you sing about?”

“Our play dates!”

“And me?”

Jisoo nodded eagerly, jumping to her feet and grabbing your hands. “Yes! I’ll sing at the top of my lungs, Y/n is my best friend and I love her dog! We have playdates all the time!”

Your laughs echoed in the yard, reaching your mothers as they sat on the porch - glasses filled with wine, cheeks rosy, eyes adorned with adoration.

“We can’t separate them, Mi-ja.” Your mom mumbled.

“…no, we can’t.”

___

“You’re changing your name?” Your brows furrowed, arms crossed as you laid on Jisoo’s bed - looking up at her ceiling. “Why?”

She nodded quickly, tying up her freshly dyed red hair. “JYP says there are too many Jisoo’s already, he wants me to be unique.” She spoke, running her hands through her hair. “I’ve been thinking of different names.”

You rolled onto your stomach, watching her. You were both eighteen now, and while you had suffered through many phases, Jisoo seemed to remain the same headstrong girl from birth. Especially now that she was focused on the popstar path. “What names?”

“Like… Jimin maybe.”

“Jimin?” You snorted. “You can’t do Jimin, you’ll be accused of copying BTS or AOA.”

Jisoo sighed, crossing her arms. “Well, I wanna keep my J. Jeongyeon changed her name too, you know, in third grade.”

You nodded, remembering the girl from your formative years. Jisoo had other friends, but you didn’t speak to them. You only spoke to her. “Didn’t people call her a boy and she changed it? Not because she wanted to be a pop star.”

“Well, yeah, but-“ Jisoo sighed. “You don’t get it.”

Your heart tugged, and you paused - glancing away. “…right.”

Jisoo stopped, and frowned. “I didn’t mean it like that, stop looking so downtrodden.”

You push to sit up, crossing your legs. “It’s fine. It’s true, I wouldn’t get it. I’m not becoming a singer, or doing anything important with my life.”

Her face fell. “Y/n-“

“Sorry.”

“You know I hate when you beat down on yourself.”

“Yeah I know.”

Silence filled the room, thick and dense silence that felt weighted on both of your shoulders. Jisoo took to quietly folding her clothes, while you looked around her room. What was once covered in photos of the two of you, now had photos of her and her other friends as well. Jeongyeon, as mentioned, and a girl called Nayeon too. Suppose the three of them were a..trio, of sorts.

You clear your throat. “Still going through with the survival show?”

Jisoo sighs. “Y/n-“

“it’s just a question,” You mumble, picking at her bed. “I mean, the whole world will see you. And fifteen other girls. It’s kind of scary.”

“I’ll have to get used to the world seeing me.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Mh.”

The silence drifted back. Jisoo really didn’t like when you were quiet. It meant you were stuck in your head, and you didn’t do well when you were trapped there. Reluctantly, the girl tried to lighten the mood. “I heard your mom was doing better, that’s good. I’m glad.”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, the doctors are helping.”

Was that really the end of your conversation already?

The two of you used to chat for hours and now..

God.

This was miserable.

“Jisoo?”

“Yeah?”

“…what if you went by Jihyo?”

____

The months that followed were long and grueling, and you were bored out of your mind during most of them. You were out of school, and your mom had pressured you into attending a university - but then you had to get to put toward the house and -

Honestly, you were so over it.

You wished your life could be as easy as Jisoo’s. Or, well, Jihyo’s.

She’d returned a week ago, and you had yet to visit her - having been caught up in all of your physical and mental work. She survived til the end; and was even placed in a nine member girl group. They’d be called TWICE, something about touching people - you didn’t really get that part, and they’d debut sometime in October. All of this was told to you by the show and Jihyo’s mother.

She’d also told you Jihyo was chosen as the leader in a majority vote. Good for her, she always did have a knack for it. You didn’t have a knack for much.

But, anyway, once the mountain of work was handled you’d venture back to your home town and go to Jihyo’s house - nerves bubbling up as you knocked.

The house was silent for a few moments, before you heard the lock click, and suddenly you were face to face with Jihyo.

“…hey.”

“Hey,” She breathed, smiling softly. “You came?”

“Course I did,” You mumbled, awkwardly shifting. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here the first day you got back. I got slammed with work and school and-“

“You have a job now?” Jihyo tilted her head. “And school? Are you in university?”

You sighed. You had a lot to catch up on. Jihyo sensed this and stepped aside. “Why don’t we chat a bit?”

____

The inside of her home was as you remembered - decorated nicely with photos of her and her family all around. It was quiet for once, and Jihyo explained her parents had taken her younger siblings to the park to play. She nudged you into the kitchen, grabbing some drinks and asking if you were hungry like any good hostess.

“You don’t have to do all this,” You mumbled. “We’re friends.”

Friends. It felt foreign on your mouth.

Jihyo smiled - and not her fake idol smile either, but a genuine gummy one that made you fold. Was she always this beautiful? Who were you kidding, of course she was. Jihyo was gorgeous, that’s why she would make a great idol. That, and her voice.

“Here,” She placed some food infront of you, though you noticed the way she eyed it keenly. You frowned.

“Don’t you want some?”

“Oh, no,” Jihyo waved a hand. “Way too many calories. I’d feel sick if I ate any.”

Your stomach churned nastily at that. “What are you talking about?” You chuckled, awkward. “This is one of your favorites.”

Jihyo shook her head. “I don’t like it anymore.”

You didn’t like that.

Not that she didn’t like the food, you didn’t care about that, but had she always been this picky?

Jihyo cleared her throat. “So anyways, about this university? What are you majoring in?”

You weren’t really listening to her, instead you were watching her. She was fidgety, and her waist had sunken in a bit. She looked tired, and paler and-

“You haven’t eaten,” You deduced, frowning. “Why?”

Jihyo stopped, her defenses rising. No, no. “It’s not that big of a deal, Y/n-“

You stopped her by laying your hand over hers. She sucked in a breath, her gaze flickering into yours. Your heart sped but now wasn’t the time for that so you quickly pushed it down. “Talk to me, Jisoo.”

“It..it’s jihyo.”

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes, making her smile slightly. “Just talk to me, will you?”

Jihyo seemed to debate it in her head for a few moments, before she murmured. “It’s nothing, seriously,” She looked down at your food and then away. “I can stop when I want to.”

“Oh…Jisoo..” You stood, walking around the table and taking her in your arms.

Jihyo tensed, but soon relaxed, her hands coming up to grip your shoulders as she nuzzled her face into your neck. She was never as hard as she led on. Deep down, Jihyo was a weak girl.

“…Y/n..” She whispered, her voice tiny and cracking with the wavering strength of pent up sadness.

It’s heartbreaking.

“I don’t like you like this,” You whispered. “You’re..you’re practically freezing Jihyo. When was the last time you ate?”

“…yesterday.”

“Tell me what you need,” You softly pulled away, though still held her waist. The sight of her eyes, puffy and red with tears - fuck this. “Tell me, Jisoo.”

Her bottom lip quivered. “Stay.”

“Okay.”

____

Jihyo lay curled up against you in bed, her head on your heart. No, you didn’t do anything. You stayed with her. You held her. You let her cry to you about how rude the photographers had been, how self conscious she’d gotten. Her fears, her doubts. The diet the company put her on, its strictness. She wasn’t the only one, but to Jihyo she felt alone in it.

“You’re not alone, you have me,” You’d ushered, wiping away her tears and cradling her closer. Jihyo’s lips pushed to a pretty pout, and…god. “I love you.”

Her breath hitched. Her eyes filled with tears again, and she pushed her face into your chest. “Oh Y/n…” Her sobs echoed. Her body shook and she clawed desperately at you. “I don’t want to feel like this ever again…please..make it go away..”

“Jihyo..” You whispered, your hand laying on her head and cradling it close. “My Jihyo…what have they done to you…”

She looked up, sniffling messily. “Please..” Her voice shook. “I just…I just want to forget.”

You softened.

She had a hold on you, that’s for sure. You couldn’t bear to see her suffer.

Her hands reached and laced in your hair, her eyes searching yours. She hesitated, but leaned in - and your lips brushed in a soft kiss. It wasn’t right, you know that. It wasn’t what she should be doing, it wasn't - it wasn’t what she needed. But you couldn’t help but flutter your eyes shut, holding her hips and guiding her back into you, kissing her the same way she kissed you.

And you kept like this the rest of the night, exchanging kisses - pressing your lips down her body. Jihyo bared herself to you and begged you to take her pain away and you did. With every inch of skin you touched and loved, you whispered into the air how gorgeous she was. How perfect.

Every curve. Every feature, the warmth of her fading youth. You greedily took it all in and treated her the way she ought to have been treated for years.

Like a goddess.

“I love you, Y/n..” She’d gasp, her head going back and her hand seeking yours. Your fingers would intertwine as she came down from her high, whimpering aloud. “I love you, I love you..”

Her tired eyes would look down at you, watching in awe as you stared back. “Never leave me,” She murmured. “Please.”

“Never.”

And in the end, when your bodies were broken down and exhaustion weighed heavily on you both- you used up the last bit of your strength to pull her body flush to yours, nudging your face into her neck and whispering how you loved her.

You did. You loved her. All these years you’d loved her, from when you were kids til now. And forever.

____

Jihyo had left the next day. It was the last you’d ever see of her. Sharing something so precious as your first time together - before the idol life ripped her from your hands. And no matter how desperately you wanted to chase after her, you didn’t. Your job held you back, your schooling.

Life wasn’t like when you were kids anymore.

You couldn’t run to her and take her in your arms.

You couldn’t kiss her and swear to the ends of the earth that you loved her.

You couldn’t fix her broken heart anymore.

But you could watch it mend itself. Through years and years of being an idol. She was so happy. That gummy smile that was once reserved for you, a precious light in which you held so dear, was exuded for all who asked. Jihyo had her friends - her family. She had her fans. And she had her career.

She didn’t need you anymore.

She didn’t need you.

She didn’t…

_

“Y/n?”

You blinked, reaching up to rub your eyes. The fireflies around the two of you. Jisoo’s tiny hand was in your own, and she pouted prettily at the way you watched them. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You sighed. “I’m okay.”

“Good.” She murmured, squeezing your hand. “Wanna go play dollies?”

“…yeah.”