A

some stuff about me:

- 21

- nonbinary afab lesbian (she/they pronouns)

- twice ult / samohyo bias

- gg stan (except svt those are my pookie boys)

requests are currently open!! all i ask for is patience and kindness, i’m a college student so i won’t be able to get to it right away but i will when i’m able

not too sure what i’ll be writing but here’s an idea:

- fluff and smut (angst tbd)

- i’m only going to be writing twice for now

- twice member x f!reader or gn!reader

- twice member x twice member

- possibly threesomes (with or without reader)

- sometimes gp!member

- praise kink

- (light) degradation kink

- rough sex

- SOME dark content is tbd (eg. consensual somno)

i will not be writing:

- male reader and/or gp!reader

- male idols

- i don’t mind abo but i’m not confident in writing it so i’m not going to

Momo likes feeling helpful. She likes it when the members rely on her. Maybe it’s because she feels needed. Maybe it’s because she feels important. Maybe it’s just that she likes knowing the members want her help.

There’s probably some angsty psychoanalysis there but for now, Momo just wants to be helpful. She wants to do something, be something for the members. She especially likes it when Sana needs her help—probably because Sana has so many other people she could turn to, so when she picks Momo it feels even more special.

Sometimes Momo forgets that Sana does rely on her, so when Sana calls her, needing advice or just an extra set of hands, it feels important. It doesn’t matter that Momo was just the top of Sana’s recently called, it doesn’t matter that Sana just tapped a name at random, cause to Momo, it feels intentional. It feels like Sana wanted Momo’s help. Not Jihyo’s, not Dahyun’s, not even Miyeon’s, but Momo.

Now that Momo thinks about it, that’s also probably why she likes doing what she can for Sana like this—laying on her back, Sana straddling her and fucking herself on Momo’s dick.

It doesn’t matter that this is usually what Sana wants help with, that Momo isn’t entirely sure that she’s the only one Sana seeks this kind of help from (after all, Sana and Mina are a very particular kind of touchy that Momo tries not to dwell on too much). It doesn’t matter, because Sana calls her, saying, “Momoring,” in a whiny and breathy voice as she elongates that last syllable before asking, “can you come over? I need help.”

Momo feels needed. She feels important. She feels special. So she gets up and leaves, barely glancing at the mirror, knowing that Sana likes it more when she’s wearing sweatpants anyways.

And when she gets to Sana’s place, she finds Sana in her room on the bed, shirt off and hand down her pants like she just couldn’t wait. Her cheeks and chest are flushed red and her eyes are glassy with need.

Sana moans when Momo walks in, whimpering, “Momoring, I need you.”

Momo nods, in a daze, her eyes tracing every curve and line of Sana’s body. She never quite gets used to Sana’s beauty, the way she squirms, the way her back arches up into her own hand.

Momo feels her dick twitch in her sweatpants, hardening as she steps closer to the bed and pulls her shirt off. Sana moans, her eyes watching more and more of Momo’s abs come into sight.

Once her shirt hits the ground, Momo pulls her sweatpants down and lets them fall, climbing onto the bed and kneeling over Sana, dipping down to kiss her. Sana whines at the back of her throat, her free hand coming up to tangle in Momo’s hair to pull her closer and deepen the kiss.

Sana’s sloppiness, the way her mouth opens, inviting momo in, it betrays her need. Her hand dips lower, two finger pressing inside of her and she whines, aching for more.

Sana pulls her hand out of her pants and in the same motion, surges upwards to flip them over so she can hover over Momo. She moves downwards, tugging Momo’s briefs down. Momo gasps and lifts her hips to help before kicking them off. Sana’s hand wraps around Momo’s length and strokes the shaft a couple times before dipping down and flicking her tongue over the head as it continues hardening in her hold. Momo moans, her arm coming up to lay over her forehead, her hips chasing the feeling upwards as Sana pulls away.

Sana smiles and dips again, pressing a kiss to the head as she continues stroking the shaft. The ache between her legs increases as she watches Momo’s chest heave with a breath when she spits on her hand to wet Momo’s dick.

Sana pauses her movements to duck down again, licking the underside of momo’s dick to the head, once again flicking her tongue over the very tip. She wraps her lips around the head and sucks softly, her hand wrapping around the shaft yet again to slowly jerk Momo to full hardness. Momo’s hips lift off the mattress and she moans, “fuck, that feels good.”

Sana releases Momo’s dick with a smile and says, “Mina’s coming too, but there’s time for me to tell her I changed my mind if that’s not okay.” She lightly squeezes Momo’s dick as she speaks, and that combined with the thought of both Sana and Mina on her make Momo moan loudly, hips fucking up into Sana’s hand.

Sana laughs airily. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yes, that’s a yes,” Momo nods against her arm and whines as sana swipes a thumb over the tip of momo’s dick to collect the precum that’s starting to leak out. She’s too focused on how Sana rubs the precum along the length of her dick, making her motions even smoother, to think about the implications of Mina coming over as well.

Sana pulls back to take her pants off, and Momo’s free hand drifts down, taking over for Sana, jerking herself off.

“So needy,” Sana teases. Momo rolls her eyes in response, her arm lifting slightly so she can watch as Sana pulls her pants and underwear the rest of the way off and throws them to the side.

She crawls back to Momo and settles over her, knees on either side of her hips. Momo’s hand drifts up to her stomach as Sana reaches down, stroking Momo’s shaft a couple more times before teasing the head through her folds.

“Fuck,” Momo moans and Sana smirks down at her before guiding Momo’s dick to her entrance and sinking down slowly. Momo moans again, hips shifting, her hand on her stomach moving to Sana’s thigh and running up to rest on her hip, squeezing softly.

Sana’s mouth opens in a silent gasp as she sinks to the hilt, feeling Momo’s dick stretch her out deliciously, her hands on Momo’s abs, scratching softly. She shifts, letting her body get used to it, before slowly rising up and sinking back down.

A whine escapes out of the back of her throat as Momo’s hips press upwards. Momo murmurs, “you’re so tight, fuck.”

Sana hums, her eyes fluttering closed as she slowly rises again, her juices and Momo’s precum making it smooth and easy.

Her eyes trace Momo’s body; the smooth outline of her abs, flexing with how her hips shift with Sana’s movements, her bra-clad chest, that one freckle among the soft skin. Her bicep as she holds Sana’s hip, her other arm still thrown across her face. Sana smiles and lowers herself, a hand moving to support her weight on the bed, as she ducks to press a kiss to the skin of Momo’s boob just above the edge of her bra, lightly biting down. Momo gasps, her back arching up into Sana’s mouth.

It feels so good, the way Sana continues so, so slowly fucking herself on Momo’s dick. Her walls clench and Momo’s mouth falls open at how tight it is. The slow speed is torturous, combined with Sana’s mouth teasing her; nipping and pressing open-mouthed kisses along the edge of her bra is agonizing. Momo groans, the arm over her face moving so that her hand can sink into Sana’s hair to hold her closer. Sana glances up at Momo and her hand runs up Momo’s side to tug her bra lower, freeing her nipple. She licks it before softly blowing air over it and Momo whines loudly, back arching and hand tightening on Sana’s hip and in her hair.

“So needy,” Sana teases once again.

“We established that already,” Momo breathes out, and Sana chuckles, dipping down to suckher nipple and flick her tongue over it. Momo groans, hips pressing upwards.

“When’s mina getting here,” Momo says.

“What, I’m not enough for you?” Sana murmurs, teeth scraping the sensitive skin.

Momo moans, “Mina wouldn’t tease me.”

Sana pulls away, clicking her tongue, a finger coming up to circle Momo’s nipple as she answers, “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Momo whines, looking at Sana, who shrugs with a knowing smile and ducks back down to bite the skin of Momo’s other boob.

Sana begins speeding up, her own need outweighing her desire to see Momo ruined and begging under her.

Another time, she thinks to herself as she tightens her hold on the bedsheets next to Momo, using them to ground herself as she lifts off her and sinks down quickly.

A loud moan comes from the back of Momo’s throat, her hand on Sana’s hip tightening, muscles burning as she helps Sana however she can, her own hips pressing upwards.

Sana sits up more, her hands shifting lower, one of them resting on Momo’s abs, feeling the way the muscle ripples and flexes. Momo shifts, both of her hands coming to rest on Sana’s hips as she plants her feet on the bed and thrusts upwards in time with Sana’s movements. The force of Momo’s dick as it slams into her makes Sana’s eyes slam shut with a particularly loud moan.

“Fuck,” Sana gasps, “oh my god.”

Sana abandons all pretenses and rides Momo’s dick, her nails scratching at the smooth skin of Momo’s abs as she grinds down, taking her to the hilt, feeling Momo hitting deep inside. Momo’s hands on her hips grip her tightly, muscles flexing as she helps Sana’s movements.

The two of them barely register a door opening elsewhere and a voice calling out, “Sana?”

Momo glances at the bedroom door. “Mina’s here.”

Sana nods and slows her movements to shout, “we’re in here!”

In the living room, Mina perks up at Sana’s voice. We? She mouths as she walks to Sana’s room and opens the door.

Oh.

She stares, her mind blank for a moment as she watches Sana straddling Momo, slowly fucking herself on what could only be Momo’s dick. Sana looks at her and she grins. “Mitang,” she says in a low voice that turns into a moan as she grinds down.

Mina blinks, her eyes frozen on the way Momo’s hips buck upwards as she whines. Mina starts, “I didn’t realize—

“Come here,” Momo interrupts and Mina realizes that Momo is looking at her. A flushed Momo, with her bra pushed below her breasts and faint marks littering her chest.

Almost without meaning to, Mina walks closer.

“Get undressed,” Sana moans, “I want to see you.”

Mina has always said that Sana is dangerous, and it stands true. The way Sana looks at her with dark, hungry eyes. How she holds onto Momo’s sides as she lifts off of Momo a couple inches before lowering, her mouth opening with a whimper as Momo stretches her out.

Sana is mesmerizing and Mina is entranced, undoing the button of her jeans and taking them off. She climbs on the bed and Sana smirks at her, lifting a hand to cup Mina’s cheek and pull her close enough to press a chaste kiss against her lips. Mina deepens it, humming at the softness of Sana’s lips.

Mina doesn’t know what to do with the knowledge that Sana is still an exceptional kisser while riding Momo. It feels like something she shouldn’t have access to, but she can’t deny she likes having this knowledge. It sits comfortably in her brain and low in her stomach, one of her hands coming up to curl around the back of Sana’s neck to play with the baby hairs there, her tongue running across the seam of Sana’s lips.

Sana tastes like herself, with something else there that Mina doesn’t recognize. There’s just barely a hint of saltiness in Sana’s mouth but Mina doesn’t mind it.

Momo whines again, her eyes stuck on the way Mina kisses Sana. It’s deep, yet controlled; hungry, yet careful. Mina almost makes Sana look desperate, with how she lets Mina have her way with her mouth, her hand dropping to hold Mina’s wrist.

Mina presses a line of open-mouthed kisses along Sana’s jaw and to her throat, nipping softly at Sana’s pulse point and licking over the small mark. Sana moans, her head falling back to bare her throat to Mina. Momo’s hips buck upwards and her hands tug Sana down harshly, fucking her harder. Sana lets out a strangled moan at the force of it, her hand tightening on Mina's wrist and her walls clenching hard around Momo, her nails of her other hand digging into Momo's skin.

Sana’s reaction in turn sends a wave of desire through Momo and she fucks up into Sana harshly a second time, nearly manhandling her up and down.

Mina pulls back, her curiosity growing. It’s oddly fascinating, watching Momo’s dick disappearing inside Sana, the way Sana stretches around it.

Mina feels her cheeks warm, a subtle need beginning to unfurl in her stomach. Sana whines loudly, her head dropping to rest on Mina's shoulder.

Mina's eyes trace up Momo’s body, the lines of her muscles and remnants of Sana’s little bites. Mina gets to Momo’s face and locks eyes with her; her hand twitches where it rests against Sana’s neck, the way that Momo watches her going straight to her core. Mina can feel her cheeks flushing, Momo’s heavy gaze feeling hot and exciting, in a way.

Mina's free hand snakes down Sana’s front to her clit, where she circles the bud as Sana cries out, laying more of her weight against Mina as her movements turn frantic. Momo takes the lead with Sana’s growing desperation, thrusting upwards and grunting with the effort of it, her glassy eyes never leaving Mina's.

Mina has never seen Momo like this. The closest would have to be at practice, when Momo’s trying to get a difficult step and she gets that single-minded focus, the little furrow between her eyebrows and heavy breathing.

This is similar, but different. There’s the same single-minded focus, the same heaving chest, the same rippling muscles, but now there’s a certain swirling, hungry darkness in her eyes that weighs on Mina, makes her clench around nothing, makes her lean into Sana, makes her rub her clit with more precision, more intention.

The biggest difference would also have to be Momo’s dick. It's something Mina has known about, has talked about once or twice. She’s seen momo’s bulge in changing rooms, the compression shorts under stage outfits and tight fitting dresses. But to see Momo now is a different awareness of it and it’s making Mina dizzy.

It’s dizzying because Mina’s curiosity about Momo’s dick is more than just an innocent curiosity; It’s a raging need now. She wants to know what it feels like, wants to see it in its entirety.

Sana’s movement grow more and more desperate as Momo groans and fucks her harder.

“I’m close,” Momo grunts and Mina rubs her thighs together, her eyes bouncing between Sana and Momo as her fingers work in fast, tighter circles on Sana’s clit.

“Me too,” Sana gasps, her eyes screwed shut. It’s overwhelming, how it all feels. Mina’s fingers on her clit and Momo hitting her in the perfect spot every time. her stomach tightens, her pussy clenching around Momo’s dick.

Momo breathes harder, every thrust accompanied by a low grunt, her eyebrows furrowed and her mouth hanging open.

The volume increases steadily, and Sana’s head drops down as she whines, on the edge of coming. She could cry with desperation, fucking herself harder.

“You look so pretty,” Mina finds herself saying. She doesn’t mean for the words to slip out, but it seems to work, what with the way Sana cries out, the praise hitting her stomach and pushing her over the edge. The coil in her stomach explodes as her pussy tightens around Momo’s dick. Sana’s body clenches and spasms, her hips still working and grinding, her nails digging into Momo’s skin.

Momo moans loudly as Sana comes, her movements slowing just barely as it gets harder to thrust in and out, the tightness of Sana’s pussy warm and intoxicating. Momo whines, just barely on the edge, her eyes move to Mina, the awe on her face as she watches sana. She’s so pretty, the way she holds Sana gently.

Mina’s gaze turns to Momo and they lock eyes. Momo whines again, her dick throbbing as she fucks into Sana, her mind cloudy and desperate. The corner of Mina's mouth curls upwards and she murmurs, “you can come too, Momo, you know that right?”

And Momo cries out, the barrier blown to shreds as she comes, shooting hot warmth into Sana, hips thrusting and back arching. Sana moans, slamming down on her dick, taking her as deep as she can.

“Fuck,” Momo moans as Sana grinds again, whining as more spurts of cum shooting out of Momo as she grips Sana’s hips and thrusts upwards into her.

When Momo is spent, her body relaxes with a heave, her hands leaving Sana’s hips to adjust the pillow under her head. Sana hums and glances at Mina with a smile as she slides off of Momo, collapsing on the bed next to her.

Mina finds her eyes drawn to Momo’s dick. It’s bigger than she’d expected it to be as it lays softly between Momo’s legs, somewhat streaked with white. Her cum, Mina assumes. The thought feels… odd. She’s just seen Momo come–and inside Sana, nonetheless.

“Mitang,” sana says softly, “come here.” She’s waving Mina over, looking at her through half-lidded eyes. Momo has an arm wrapped around her shoulders and is pressing chaste kisses to the side of her forehead.

Mina blinks but moves closer, Sana’s hand coming up to tug her lower by the arm. Sana’s other hand cups Mina’s cheek and slides to the side of her head, fingers buried in her hair, to pull her in for a kiss. Sana hums, deepening it, her tongue sweeping inside of Mina's mouth.

Mina sinks into it, adjusting her body so that she lays on Sana’s opposite side from Momo, her hand resting on Sana's side, her thumb stroking the soft skin. Momo adjusts her position as well and comes into contact with the back of Mina's hand.

It’s unexpected, but not unwelcome. Mina pulls away and glances up at Momo. Sana leans up and presses a line of messy kisses along Mina's jaw as Mina and Momo lock eyes, neither one of them knowing what comes next.

There’s a hand on Mina’s, and Mina glances down. It’s Sana, pushing the hand that’s on her side down lower. Mina swallows and Sana whispers, “want you, Mitang. Want you inside.”

“Okay,” Mina whispers, nodding as she takes over, letting her hand move between Sana’s legs and teasing her slowly, tracing, not quite touching her.

Sana whines, her hips chasing Mina’s ghost of a touch. Mina looks at Sana, at the hazy need written in her features, the way she watches Mina with dilated pupils, her breathing uneven, the way she tilts her head back as Momo shifts to kiss her neck. Momo’s kiss turns to a light bite on her pulse point, sucking it into her mouth and flicking over it with her tongue before licking a line up Sana’s neck to her jaw, where Momo bites and kisses again.

Somehow Mina can’t tear her eyes away, transfixed on the way Sana reacts to Momo, her hold on Mina’s wrist tightening, her hips shifting. The gentle, “more, Mitang, I need more.”

Mina slides her fingers into Sana’s entrance and Sana’s back arches, her head pressing into Momo’s arm as she moans, “fuck, just like that, I need–

Mina pulls out and presses in again immediately, curling her fingers upwards, finding that one soft spot and Sana cries out, “Mina, oh my god!”

It’s a situation Momo gets distracted by, her head still close to Sana’s, hearing every little hitch in Sana’s breath, her whines, her moans, her words–the way she cries out Mina’s name, the way her words get dirtier the more Mina fingers her, her hand tangling itself in Mina’s hair when Mina ducks her head and takes Sana’s nipple in her mouth. Momo can feel herself hardening again, the tug in her stomach, her hips shifting as a low whine sounds from the back of her throat.

It’s impossible to tell whether Mina heard her, it’s likely she didn’t, but from the way Sana leans in, searching blindly for Momo’s lips to kiss her hard and hungrily, it’s safe to assume Sana did.

Mina starts moving lower, her mouth latched onto Sana, kissing and biting down her stomach. She slips her hand out of Sana and curls her arm around Sana’s thigh, guiding her legs open wider to make room as she shifts between them.

There’s a rush of arousal that courses through Sana as she realizes through the haze what Mina wants and she feels the words pouring out of her, “oh fuck, Mina, please oh my god, Mina.”

Mina laughs lightly against the inside of Sana’s thigh and takes a second to admire. There’s a milky white fluid leaking out of Sana and Mina feels something low in her stomach tighten at the thought of Momo. She kisses the soft skin of Sana’s thigh, her index finger tracing circles over Sana’s clit, and down to her entrance. Sana whines and Mina leans in, kissing her clit as she slides her finger in slowly.

The taste is different. A good different, but still different. It’s the same as how Sana’s mouth tasted—Sana mixed with something saltier, thicker. It isn’t bad.

Mina sucks sana’s clit into her mouth, her tongue flicking over it and Sana moans, a hand finding the back of Mina’s head to press her closer.

Meanwhile, Momo has her lips back on Sana’s neck and she’s shifted to be more on her side. At some point, Sana’s other hand found its way down to wrap around her length and Momo thrusts slowly, Sana too focused on mina to do anything but let Momo fuck her hand slowly.

It’s mesmerizing, watching Mina go down on Sana. She keeps Momo entranced, the way she releases Sana’s clit and flattens her tongue against it as she presses her fingers in deeper, letting Sana grind against her before taking back control and stilling her hips with the hand wrapped around her thigh, hand pressing into her hip bone. Momo lets out a low whine, her nails scratching over Sana’s stomach gently, her other elbow bends, her hand coming up to push into Sana’s hair, guiding her head back, further into Momo’s bicep, giving her more room to bite down on Sana’s pulse point, her eyes still on Mina as she darkens Mina’s mark from earlier.

There’s too many thoughts swirling in Momo’s head. Ones she isn’t sure she should be having; all about Mina’s mouth. The way her tongue flicks over Sana, the way she pulls her fingers out and her tongue dips into Sana, the way she hums at the stronger taste of what can only be Momo–the milky fluid of Momo’s cum still leaking out of Sana and coating Mina’s tongue. The way Mina pulls back and shows it off, eyes finding Momo’s like she knows exactly how closely Momo is watching.

A moan rips itself from Momo’s chest and her hand flies from Sana’s stomach to wrap over Sana’s hand on her dick, jerking herself off with Sana's hand harder as Mina smiles and goes back to eating Sana out. Momo squeezes her eyes closed, her mind bombarded with images of Mina, of Mina’s mouth, of her sucking Momo off, her tongue flicking over the tip of her dick, teasing the underside, following the vein all the way up to suck right at the head of her dick–all things Momo doesn’t know if she’s allowed to think about.

Yet the images don’t stop, even as she opens her eyes to watch Mina eat Sana out again, even as she tries to distract herself with marking Sana’s neck, even as she bends down to mouth at Sana’s collarbone, kissing and licking and biting down on the soft skin just above her collarbone and before her neck.

It’s obvious, the effect Mina is having on Momo. Mina can feel a glowing pride unfurling in her chest at it, working her tongue harder against Sana and she looks up and finds Momo, her body shifting in that tell-tale repetitive manner, both hers and Sana’s hands tucked somewhere between their bodies, Momo’s just barely visible abs, flexing as the side of her hips thrust over and over.

As Mina said, it’s obvious. Momo’s eyes haven’t left her, even as she leaves a trail of hickies down Sana’s neck. She whines and moans, trying to muffle them on Sana’s skin.

Mina loves this, she loves knowing how badly she’s affecting Momo, how much Momo gets off on watching her like this. It encourages her, makes her want to make Sana come even more, even harder, not just for Sana, but to show Momo. There’s a voice at the back of her head, whispering watch me, Momo, watch how hard I can make Sana come. Watch me fuck her dizzy, I know you want it to be you.

She feels powerful, in control. Even as Sana moans, “like that Mina, fuck, such a good girl,” and even as she tangles her free hand in Mina’s hair and presses her closer, forcing her eyes away from Momo.

Sana can feel the coil tightening in her stomach. She isn’t an idiot, she knows exactly what’s going on. Momo is moaning right next to her ear, fucking herself with Sana’s hand, her precum leaking and making her shaft slick, the way she even teases herself with Sana’s thumb, pushing it over the slit on the head of her dick and collecting her precum, dragging it down over her shaft and fucking hard into Sana’s hand.

And the way Mina responds is undeniable, her showing off Momo’s cum and sucking on Sana’s clit. The sheer need Mina displays in it works Sana up even more, pushes her closer and closer to the edge as Mina's tongue swirls around her clit and dips into her entrance once again, shoving in deeper inside. Sana moans, her hand tightening on Momo’s dick, making her whine in her ear.

“I’m going to come,” Sana moans, her head turning and pressing into Momo’s, her eyes screwing shut as her hips fight against Mina's hold, wanting, needing more. “I’m so close.”

Her stomach tightens, her moans growing higher in pitch as her body heaves with desperation.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Momo gasps, fucking herself harder and Mina hums against Sana’s clit, and just like that, everything explodes into sheer white, Sana coming so hard everything just vanishes as she nearly screams, her back coming clean off the bed, hand pressing Mina even closer, legs clamping down around her as her hips grind desperately against Mina’s flattened tongue.

Waves of unceasing pleasure crash into Sana as she moans brokenly, barely conscious of the way Momo has abandoned her efforts to hold back, the hand buried in Sana’s hair tugging harder as she jerks herself off, eyes on Mina as she keeps fucking Sana through her orgasm. Momo chants Mina's name like a prayer, everything building up in her lower stomach, her dick throbbing in hers and Sana’s hands, aching for release.

“Mina, I’m going to come,” Momo gasps, forcing her eyes to stay open as Mina looks her, her hands pushing Sana’s legs apart as she keeps licking and kissing and fucking Sana.

“So do it,” Mina grins and goes back to Sana’s clit, the faux indifference of her soft voice, only revealed in the poorly hidden excitement, the rush of giving Momo permission.

Momo moans loudly as the dam bursts, streams of hot, white cum bursting from her as she keeps fucking herself. Her cum lands all over Sana’s side and the bed as she tilts her hips downward, jerking herself through it, her eyes slamming closed, her abs flexing and body tensing as she keeps cumming. Sana moans weakly, body spasming with aftershocks of her orgasm as she feels the warm liquid landing on her, making a mess of her and the bed.

When both Sana and Momo's bodies sink into the bed, their orgasms fading, Mina pulls back and crawls up to lay next to Sana. Momo sighs and gets up, heading to the bathroom.

She cleans herself up and washes her hands before coming back to the bedroom with a wet washcloth to clean Sana up.

When she enters, she’s reminded of how this began; Sana and Mina are making out, Mina in just a bra and naked from the waist down, her underwear and shirt gone. Sana's hand is between her legs, working her slowly, murmuring indistinct words between gentle kisses.

Momo clears her throat, standing awkwardly in the doorway. Sana pulls away and both her and Mina turn to look at momo.

“I don’t mean to interrupt,” Momo says, “but um…” she trails off, waving the washcloth half-heartedly, her cheeks warming with a blush.

Sana hums, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “It’s all right. How about I go wash up while you and Mina do what you like?”

Momo blinks, feeling a tug low in her stomach. She nods, mumbling, “yeah, okay, yeah, I’m good with that. Mina?”

Mina smiles as Sana slips from the bed. She stretches out against the covers, avoiding that one damp spot on the other side of the bed. She nods, “I'd like that.”

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if you ever thought planning time for sex after a dance practice was a bad idea, this is your confirmation. it was such a bad idea, and you’re paying for it now, no matter how much you love it.

“jihyo’s gonna punish you so hard later if you keep doing that,” you murmur to chaeyoung at one point and you can feel her smile on your shoulder, but makes no motion of moving anywhere.

chaeyoung chuckles, leaning closer to press a kiss to the side of your neck before whispering against your skin, “i know.”

you hum, “you’re in a subby mood today?”

she nods. “Is that okay?”

“more than,” you murmur gently, pressing back into her slightly as you add, “that’s why we have her, isn’t it?”

chaeyoung laughs again. you smile and turn your gaze to jihyo. sure enough, you lock eyes with her and lean back into chaeyoung, whose fingers drift further under your crop top.

the muscle in jihyo’s jaw works as she grits her teeth. there are people everywhere; people who don’t know to leave their questions unasked and turn a blind eye.

if jihyo were being honest, she can’t deny how the extra level of risk makes it more exciting in a way. she knows it’s wrong, how much she almost wants chaeyoung to go further, but she can't stop watching the way chaeyoung touches you, her neediness plain to see to anyone who knows it.

maybe it’s the way you lock eyes with her, and how she can read the desire there, your neck tense and your hand shifting down to grip chaeyoung’s wrist tightly.

maybe it’s the way chaeyoung tucks her chin on your shoulder and smirks at jihyo, like she knows exactly what jihyo is thinking and feeling.

if jihyo wasn't so affected, this wouldn’t be happening. she’d be able to control chaeyoung’s hands, keep them at her sides, keep that godforsaken neediness away from practice.

what doesn’t help is chaeyoung’s smile everytime she looks at jihyo, the way it’s so painfully clear that she's enjoying this, pushing jihyo’s buttons; holding and touching you when jihyo is too focused on trying to maintain everyone's image.

jihyo would be lying if she said a big part of her growing irritation was the arousal pooling low in her stomach. she’d be lying if she said wasn’t excited by chaeyoung’s neediness, the way it means she’s in the mood to be risky, to let jihyo have control after practice. jihyo would be lying if she said watching chaeyoung’s hands wander all over you wasn’t giving her ideas and thoughts she shouldn’t be having.

chaeyoung grows steadily bolder as practice goes on, the line of plausible deniability long gone with the way she sits next to you, a hand on your abs, whispering in your ear.

it’s too much because chaeyoung isn’t usually one for dirty talk–not until she’s been fucked to delerium. and yet, here she is telling you exactly what she wants to do with you when you get back home.

if you weren’t currently in a staring match with jihyo and fully aware of how chaeyoung’s actions are for jihyo’s sake as much as yours, you might have been inclined to think she was in the mood for topping. but it’s the fact that chaeyoung asks you if jihyo’s watching as she tucks her head closer. how she presses closer, asking if jihyo looks mad.

it’s a dynamic you’re familiar with, one that sits in your stomach, as anticipation heightens the way chaeyoung’s hands touch you.

practice finally ends, and that makes it worse in a way, what with the way chaeyoung is now on her best behavior as you all thank the assistants and stylists and choreographers and whoever else.

it’s worse because you, jihyo, and chaeyoung all sit in the backseat, the tension taught and electric in the air between you. jihyo’s leg presses against yours and it feels teasing, taunting.

it’s worse as jihyo walks in first, you and chaeyoung trailing behind her. you can feel the wetness growing between your legs already, thoughts of what’s to come running wild in your mind when you enter her bedroom.

“sit,” jihyo murmurs, dangerously quiet as she motions towards her bed. you and chaeyoung do what you’re told, sitting on the edge and watching jihyo as she sets her duffel bag down and moves around her room.

“chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo says, her voice coming from behind you both. “what were you thinking, touching y/n like that? putting your hands all over her where everyone can see?”

she doesn’t leave room for chaeyoung to answer, continuing, “do you like that? touching her like that while everyone watches? is that appealing to you?”

chaeyoung nods slowly. and jihyo scoffs, “use your words.”

“yes, i like it,” chaeyoung says, her voice just barely shaking. you feel the corner of your mouth tug upwards at the admission.

the bed dips behind you with jihyo’s weight. she moves closer to you both, until she’s kneeling behind you. you feel a hand come up and trace along the back of your shoulder to the back of your neck and down your spine.

“why can’t you be more like y/n, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo murmurs, almost to herself. “not making a scene, not being too touchy, not being too needy. she’s so professional, why can’t you just do that?”

the hand on your back disappears and a moment later, chaeyoung gasps. out of the corner of your eye, you see jihyo slowly pull her head back until her throat is on full display, every line and curve visible in your periphery.

jihyo hums and brings her other hand up to trace the curved column of chaeyoung’s neck. “do you like giving me a hard time? do you like making my job difficult?”

“maybe it’s your own fault for letting me make your job difficult,” chaeyoung says, her voice low and strained.

jihyo chuckles darkly and tightens her hold on chaeyoung’s hair. “such a brat.”

jihyo leans in to mouth chaeyoung’s throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses up to her jaw, nosing at it momentarily as she murmurs quietly, “color?”

“green,” chaeyoung breathes out and jihyo hums, nipping at the warm skin of chaeyoung’s neck.

you squeeze your thighs together as jihyo pulls back from chaeyoung. “look at me, y/n,” she says.

you turn your head to look at her, the way she’s holding chaeyoung’s hair tightly at the root, near her scalp, baring her throat.

“your color?” jihyo asks gently, her eyes dark.

“green,” you say and jihyo smiles at you. the look on her face contrasts the way she handles chaeyoung and it’s dizzying.

there’s a careful undertone, the way she lets go of chaeyoung and moves to you, reaching over to manhandle you further to the middle of the bed.

“i’m sorry chaeyoung-ah wasn’t being good to you, y/n. you deserve so much more than that,” jihyo says as she lays you on your back before leaning over you, holding herself up with a hand next to your stomach as she traces a finger over the waistband of your sweatpants.

“let me make it up to you,” jihyo says, “i’ll make sure chaeyoung-ah behaves this time. you’ll feel so good, i promise.”

her finger traces up to your stomach, where her hand flattens against your abs. it moves further up, slipping underneath your crop top and pushing it up. jihyo bends down and kisses just above your belly button before moving to the side and kissing the bottom of your ribs, nipping softly.

you shift underneath her, a hand coming up to run through her hair. you feel her lips curl into a smile against your skin as she continues pressing kisses to your stomach and abs, her hand moving to bunch your shirt up more, tucking the end of it under your bra to keep it there before she traces a finger down to scratch at the space under your belly button but above your waistband.

you turn your gaze to chaeyoung, still sitting there, facing away from you and jihyo. she’s just barely squirming but you’d be willing to bet she’s even needier than before, hands itching to touch you.

“you were being so good earlier, y/n,” jihyo says. “just taking chaeyoung’s behavior. my good girl, always so willing and obedient for me. you waited so patiently for me.”

jihyo moves up, your legs widening to make room for her as she settles completely over you. she hums as she stares down at you, dipping to press a line of open-mouthed kisses up your neck.

she loves seeing you like this, putty in her hands. hers to do whatever she likes with. she loves that you give this to her, this control over you. the way you let her captivate you, the way you let her bring a hand up, an index finger tracing along your jaw, to your lip where she presses it against your lips. you open and her finger slips inside, your lips closing around it as you suck gently, your tongue flicking over the pad of it.

jihyo laughs lightly, “look at you, all mine to play with.” her smile turns more to a smirk as she adds, “chaengie could never, all that neediness just gets in her way. she’d never take care of you like this, too desperate to just get in your pants and fuck you.”

jihyo slides her finger out of your mouth and you take the opportunity to murmur, “i like it, though.”

jihyo laughs, her hand moving to cup your jaw, the slickness of her finger wet on your skin. “i know, baby. it’s cute, how much you just want to roll over and get fucked. like i said, so willing and obedient.”

she shifts, a knee coming up to press against your core. your eyebrows furrow as your mouth opens with a gasp, the bare minimum of relief nearly overpowering after who knows how long of waiting.

“see?” jihyo says. “the issue is that there’s a time and place, you know that as well as i do. but don’t worry, i mean it when i say i’ll make sure chaengie makes you feel good.”

with that, jihyo pulls back entirely, reaching to the nightstand to grab something.

she comes back and you realize it’s a silk tie. she lifts one of your hands, moving it above your head before going back for the other. she crawls to kneel beside your head, leaning over to wrap it around your wrists carefully and tie them to the headboard. she knots the tie slowly and methodically, checking that it won’t come undone but isn’t too tight.

“color?” she asks, a hand still holding your wrists, her thumb running over your forearm back and forth.

“green,” you say, looking up at her.

“good,” she murmurs gently, bending down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead before sitting back on her heels at your side.

you test the silk tie around your wrists, there’s barely any give. it’s so tight, with just enough room to allow for circulation. you shift on the bed, an idea of what jihyo’s planning on doing to you forming in your mind.

it was part of the plan, that it’s up to jihyo to decide what to do to you. she likes it like that, you guess, the control she has over you and chaeyoung, the way you both give yourselves to her. she really just wants you to feel good and she likes that you put your pleasure in her hands like this, letting her bind your wrists and talk so filthy.

“chaeyoung/ah,” jihyo says, “come here.”

chaeyoung turns and moves closer, eyes bouncing between you and jihyo.

“undress her,” jihyo says, her voice cold and sharp.

chaeyoung nods and moves closer to tug your sweatpants and panties down. you lift your hips to help her before she guides the fabric down your legs and throws your clothes off to the side. she reaches out to run a hand up your leg and jihyo reaches out, stopping her hand.

“i didn’t say you could touch her,” jihyo scolds.

“please,” chaeyoung murmurs, “i need her.”

“well, that’s not my problem, is it?” jihyo says, and chaeyoung shakes her head. jihyo clicks her tongue and tilts her head to the side. “use your words, chaeyoung. i know you can, you’ve been running your mouth all of practice, tormenting y/n, probably riling the poor thing up with no way of getting any relief.”

you shift where you lay, something about the way jihyo speaks to chaeyoung goes straight to your core. maybe it’s the sternness, maybe it’s the way the vein on jihyo’s neck stands out the more she scolds, maybe it’s the way she’s talking about you in that way.

she moves to kneel behind chaeyoung, that hand coming up to tug her head backwards by the hair, saying, “you like teasing her with so many people watching. it’s almost perverted, chaeyoung-ah. but you like it like that, don’t you?” jihyo smiles, staring down at you from over chaeyoung’s shoulder. “answer me.”

“yes,” chaeyoung groans, “i like it.”

“what do you like?”

“i like teasing her,” chaeyoung says, a visible flush creeping up the smooth curve of her neck. “i like doing it when she has to hide it. i like doing it when you can’t do anything about it. i like it when you’re angry. i like it when y/n is desperate. i like it when she lets me do what i want to her. i like it when she doesn’t care if people can see us.”

you can feel your cheeks burn at chaeyoung’s words, it’s filthy and yet it’s affecting you. it’s shameful and embarrassing and yet here you are, squirming and hands tied up and a pitiful whine forming in the back of your throat.

jihyo laughs, faux surprise on her face. “chaeyoung-ah,” she says, “when did i ever say you could do any of that?”

“you didn’t,” chaeyoung gasps, hands twitching at her sides.

“that’s right, i didn’t.” jihyo’s words are sickly sweet and cruel. she releases her hold on chaeyoung, telling her, “pants off.”

chaeyoung scrambles to strip herself of her pants and underwear. jihyo pulls chaeyoung in front of her, both of them kneeling between your legs before jihyo bends chaeyoung at the hips and pushes her down.

chaeyoung’s arms stop her fall and she hovers over you, her mouth falling open in surprise as jihyo harshly grips her hips. she hums, a palm running over the curve of chaeyoung’s ass.

she slides lower and slips a finger between chaeyoung’s folds, humming, “so wet, chaengie.”

it’s slick and warm, leaking out of her, and momentarily, jihyo sways out of the moment as she slips a finger inside. chaeyoung lets out a small noise, her eyes slamming shut.

“you’re so needy, chaeng,” jihyo says, her voice bordering on awed as she watches, transfixed, as she presses in and out with ease, finger already shiny with chaeyoung’s juices.

“it’s for you, all for you,” chaeyoung moans, head falling down as she shifts, a hand moving to rest on your hip, squeezing softly.

jihyo’s gaze slides up, tracing the curve of chaeyoung’s ass to the dip of her spine to the rippling muscles of her back as she squirms, bent over for jihyo.

jihyo can feel herself sinking back into it, her hand on chaeyoung’s hip moving to squeeze chaeyoung’s ass roughly. she blinks and the corner of her mouth curls into a smirk as she locks eyes with you.

“so desperate, chaengie,” jihyo murmurs, pulling her finger out of chaeyoung and tracing it over the skin of chaeyoung’s ass. her hand disappears for a second before slapping her, the noise loud and sharp. chaeyoung moans, rocking forward, her eyes screwed shut. her fingers on your hip tighten and a whimper escapes from your mouth.

“y/n, count them for me?” jihyo asks, and you nod, your core aching with need, wanting to rub your thighs together or grind on something, anything.

jihyo slaps chaeyoung again, on the other side. chaeyoung moans again and you count, “two.”

another slap.

“three.”

chaeyoung cries out, her hand holding herself up twists into the bedsheets, her nails digging into your hip. she bites down on her lip, she can feel her wetness dripping to the inside of her thigh as she whines with desperation.

the stinging in her ass hurts in the best way, with jihyo smoothing over her cheeks and shushing her, scolding her coldly, “this is what happens if you don’t do as i say, chaengie.”

then there’s another slap and you count, “four.”

chaeyoung cries out, her head turning to bite down on her arm to muffle her noises. you can see jihyo smirk down at you, realizing just what chaeyoung is doing. she clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

“if you’re that ashamed of your noises, chaeyoung, why don’t you just put your mouth to use and eat out y/n?”

your hips press upwards at the thought of it and chaeyoung nods, scooting backwards before switching to hold herself up on an elbow, her hand on your hip moving to wrap around your leg and part your folds.

chaeyoung barely pauses before licking from your entrance up to your clit.

you surge upwards, crying out in relief and stimulation. you tangle your fingers in the sheets behind you to keep them there as chaeyoung’s tongue circles your clit before sucking the bud into her mouth.

you could cry at the feeling, how overwhelming it is. you turn your head, pressing your mouth against the soft skin of your arm as chaeyoung dips lower, her tongue teasing your hole for a split second before entering, lapping up your wetness, groaning at the taste.

jihyo smiles as she watches, hands still rubbing soft circles into the angry, red skin of chaeyoung’s ass.

chaeyoung slips her arm from around your leg to slide two fingers inside of you.

“fuck!” you cry out, clenching hard around chaeyoung as your back arches.

there’s a loud, hard slap and chaeyoung nearly screams, her mouth falling open against you.

“five,” you choke out, even though you’re half-convinced jihyo isn’t listening.

jihyo reaches out, digging her fingers in chaeyoung’s hair to pull her head off of you, nearly growling, “did i say you could use fingers?”

“no,” chaeyoung groans, her half-lidded eyes staring down at you.

“then why did you?”

“i need her,” chaeyoung cries, “i wanna fuck her, i wanna make her come. i’ve been waiting so long, please, just let me fuck her.”

“no,” jihyo says and reaches down grabbing chaeyoung’s hand, pulling her out of you.

you whimper at the loss, your hips shifting. jihyo spares you a glance and says, “i know, baby, it’ll feel good in a second, okay? thank you for being so patient.”

jihyo maneuvers chaeyoung’s hand to her back, low on her spine. jihyo keeps one hand holding it there and her other reaches to lightly rub chaeyoung’s shoulder.

“color, chaeyoung-ah?” jihyo prompts.

“green,” chaeyoung murmurs.

“good, thank you,” jihyo says quietly and ducks to press a kiss to the middle of chaeyoung’s back before straightening and slapping her ass again, just as hard as the last time, and chaeyoung screams.

“six,” you say and jihyo grins at you, her hand rubbing over chaeyoung’s stinging skin.

“so good for me, y/n, doing just what i say.” she reaches down with her second hand—the first still pressing chaeyoung’s hand against her back—and wretches chaeyoung’s head up to look at you. “see, chaeyoung-ah, this is how good girls behave. this is how obedience works, you do what i say and i make you feel good. you don’t do what i say, and i spank you until you cry, understood?”

chaeyoung whimpers in response, and jihyo tightens her hold, saying in a low voice, “words, i need words. do you understand me or not?”

“i understand, i understand,” chaeyoung cries out in a broken voice.

“good, now eat y/n out like the fucking slut you are,” jihyo growls and releases her hold on chaeyoung’s hair.

chaeyoung is on you instantly, sucking and working her tongue on your clit.

you moan, hips pressing upwards, forcing chaeyoung to adjust, her second arm jerking towards your hips until her can grip you hip, her elbow pressing into the mattress with the weight of her upper body.

jihyo can’t deny just how much she likes chaeyoung like this, essentially a rag doll, ass in the air and face in your pussy, eating you out like she’s starving.

jihyo slides her hand between chaeyoun’s thighs, slipping a finger into her entrance. chaeyoung groans against you as jihyo presses that spot deep inside of her.

the coil in your stomach tightens the longer chaeyoung laps at your pussy, whimpering and whining around your clit as jihyo continues fucking her slowly.

you get even closer to the edge, your head pressing against the side of your arm, moaning and squirming underneath chaeyoung. jihyo slips her fingers out of chaeyoung to roughly circle her clit, the slickness making it easy.

chaeyoung’s body seizes above you, her nails digging into your hip so hard it borders on painful, her tongue faltering momentarily before she resumes her ministrations on your clit, somehow growing more and more desperate the more jihyo pushes her to her orgasm.

“i’m close,” you choke out, hands gripping the silk tie, tugging at it as your hips press upwards. jihyo grins at you, releasing chaeyoung’s hand from her back to insert two fingers inside her soaked pussy, sliding in easily. chaeyoung moans right as she sucks your clit into her mouth. you feel the vibrations of her noise on your clit and your mouth falls open in a silent scream, your back arching off the mattress as the coil in your stomach explodes. your body tenses, your hands pulling the silk ties taut, your legs trying to hard to snap closed around chaeyoung’s head.

chaeyoung pulls away to watch you come, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“i didn’t say you could stop,” jihyo says, fucking harshly into chaeyoung, who ducks her head back down and continues licking at your clit despite you still being mid-orgasm. you moan brokenly, sensitivity making your body spasm and tense.

chaeyoung is close to her own orgasm, the way jihyo’s fingers press against all the right places, her fingers working her clit, the sting in her ass that hasn’t quite faded—all of it pushes her closer and closer. she just needs a little more, she whines helplessly against you, starting to fuck herself backwards on jihyo’s fingers. just a little more, until she—

jihyo pulls out of her entirely and chaeyoung moans in anguish, crying out, “no, no, please, jihyo, please, i wanna come, please.”

“too bad,” jihyo says, hands on chaeyoung’s hips, guiding her into position before pulling back and slapping her ass once again. chaeyoung gasps, rocking forward.

“how many is that, y/n?” jihyo asks.

“seven,” you say, your voice dazed and eyes half-lidded as you watch chaeyoung press her face against the inside of your thigh. her mouth and chin are shiny with your juices, her eyes glassy and staring at your pussy in desire. you shift and turn your gaze to jihyo, who glances at you and smiles softly.

“feeling ready for more?” she asks and you nod. she hums and rubs chaeyoung’s ass. “color, chaeyoung-ah?”

“green,” chaeyoung murmurs, voice husky with need.

“eat her out,” jihyo orders, her voice betraying a hint of gentleness as chaeyoung adjusts her position, legs moving further back and slightly wider.

you moan at the first stripe of chaeyoung’s tongue on you, one of her hands still holding your hips down and the other moving to slide her index finger in you, twisting to curl up and press that spot that makes your toes curl into the sheets. chaeyoung adds another finger and you moan at the feeling.

jihyo makes a tutting noise and you gasp, frantically saying, “no, jihyo, please, let her fuck me, i need it, she feels so good.”

jihyo’s mouth twitches as she considers, watching how your eyes widen, cheeks and neck flushed red, your hands tugging on the silk tie binding you to the bed. your desperation is cute, but it’s the way that you moan as chaeyoung’s fingers thrust deeper that convinces jihyo.

“okay,” she says and goes with it, gently praising, “look at you, y/n-nie, taking her fingers so well.”

there’s a brief pause as jihyo watches chaeyoung fuck you, her thrusts and tongue slowly growing in speed.

“i wonder if you can take another,” jihyo prompts.

you nod, groaning, “i can.”

chaeyoung smiles against you, her fingers slipping out only to push back in with three. she curls them upwards and you moan, your pussy stretching to accommodate.

“that’s my good girl,” jihyo coos. “letting chaeyoung fuck you so well. how does it feel?”

“good,” you gasp, hands straining against the ties. “fuck, it feels so good.”

jihyo hums again, her hand drifting closer to chaeyoung’s core, close enough to brush against her. chaeyoung whines, her hips moving back, seeking relief. jihyo indulges her momentarily, a finger swiping through her folds to flick up and down on her clit.

chaeyoung moans against you, her fingers thrusting roughly, making your eyes slam closed as your hip surge upwards. it’s intoxicating, the sheer need that rolls of chaeyoung, the way jihyo rolls her clit between her fingers only serving to encourage chaeyoung in fucking you harder.

jihyo’s index finger slips from chaeyoung’s clit to her entrance, dipping shallowly inside before slipping out and tracing around. chaeyoung whines, her voice high-pitched and airy as her hips pressing against jihyo’s hand on her hip, unable to grind backwards for more friction.

it feels like your orgasm comes sooner this time as you gasp and writhe, moans tumbling out of your mouth as chaeyoung pushes you to the edge. she doesn’t even stop, fingers curling inside of you and sucking your clit in her mouth, and your second orgasm crashes into you.

your eyes squeeze closed, your mouth falling open as your back arches once again, hips grinding desperately as chaeyoung fucks you straight through it, maybe even harder. jihyo continues just barely teasing her, a finger barely on her clit, more of an idea than anything.

it’s mesmerizing, the way your hands tug hopelessly on the silk ties, body convulsing, crying out as chaeyoung just keeps fucking you, her hips wanting more from jihyo.

jihyo reaches down to grip chaeyoung’s hair at the root to pull her away from you, her second hand drifting from her pussy to her back, guiding it into an arch underneath her. “let y/n come down,” jihyo murmurs softly, her hand rubbing chaeyoung’s back, nails scratching softly.

chaeyoung cries in jihyo’s hold, slipping her fingers out of you obediently. you let out a low whine at the loss, and your chest heaves as the last of your orgasm finally fades.

jihyo’s hand runs from chaeyoung’s back to her pussy, entering her roughly with two fingers. chaeyoung cries out, her eyes slamming closed as jihyo fucks her hard and fast, letting go of her hair to reach around and rub harshly at her clit. chaeyoung tenses, rocking herself backward to fuck herself on jihyo’s fingers in time with her thrusts. her own hand finds your clit, her thumb rubbing mindlessly on it. you clench your teeth, groaning, hands straining on the ties as your body shudders.

almost too soon after jihyo starts fucking chaeyoung, she backs off completely and chaeyoung moans pathetically, calling out, “no, jihyo, please, keep going.”

without a word, jihyo climbs off the bed and picks up another item from the top of her nightstand. you turn your head and watch as she puts on the harness for her strap. a laugh escapes you as you watch her slide the dildo into place. she picks up the bottle of lube and squeezes some into hand, lathering it on the dildo as she gets back on the bed, crawling back behind chaeyoung.

“please,” chaeyoung mewls desperately. You laugh again, chaeyoung’s hopeless oblivion about what’s to come almost cute as her thumb keeps working against your clit, the last of your laugh turning into a moan at a particularly rough stroke when jihyo runs the dildo through chaeyoung’s folds. chaeyoung moans when she realizes what it is, her hips grinding down in need.

“color?” jihyo asks.

“green.” chaeyoung’s voice is ruined with need, whiny and begging for it.

jihyo enters chaeyoung roughly, not bothering to let chaeyoung get used to the size. chaeyoung cries out, her head pressing against your thigh as jihyo’s hands hold onto her hips, pulling back out only to bury herself to the hilt once again. chaeyoung’s groan breaks off into a silent scream, her mouth falling open and jihyo sets a rough pace, a hand reaching out to push her head down to your dripping pussy.

“you know what to do, chaeyoung-ah,” jihyo grunts and chaeyoung’s tongue is back on you, licking and sucking your clit messily, whining at the back of her throat from jihyo’s relentless pounding.

it’s when one of jihyo’s hands moves from chaeyoung’s hip to rub at her clit that the stimulation gets to be overwhelming, pushing her close to tears just before jihyo pulls out and palms her ass roughly. she slaps her hard and growls, “how many, y/n?”

chaeyoung lets out a choked sob against you, wetness dripping out of her, her tongue on your clit never stopping as you choke out, “eight,” the edge of your orgasm creeping up yet again.

“good girl,” jihyo says and shoves her strap back into chaeyoung. she lets out a cry, her nails digging into your hip as your back arches with jihyo’s praise, the gentleness contrasting her movements to such a degree it’s hard to keep track.

chaeyoung can feel her orgasm approaching quickly, the feel of jihyo’s strap fucking into her roughly, the way jihyo’s hips hit her backside with every thrust, the noise of it filthy in chaeyoung’s ears. she laps at your pussy, addicted to the taste, the way jihyo wants her like this, pleasuring you, pushing you to orgasm. jihyo’s strap stretches her out, hitting every inch of her walls. it’s mind-numbingly overwhelming in the greatest way, the fogginess of her brain only making sense of how good it feels to be jihyo’s toy, completely hers to use, to get you off as tears fill her eyes.

so of course jihyo disappears a second later, pulling out completely and never thrusting back, her chest heaving as she halts her movements. she sits back on her heels as chaeyoung cries out, her orgasm just within reach but not quite there. she cries out against you, tears spilling over and down her cheeks as her walls clench on nothing, her clit swollen with unsatiated need.

jihyo laughs, watching how you moan brokenly; chaeyoung amidst her anguish still pathetically working at your clit, needing to make you feel good.

it’s when you start losing track of how many times you’ve come that you can barely make sense of anything other than jihyo’s words, murmuring softly, “you’re doing so well, y/n-nie, coming so many times for us, just as we asked.”

your mouth hangs opens, body spasming in oversensitivity as chaeyoung keeps going yet again, not letting you come down all the way. “please,” you whine, your voice broken and ruined, “i can’t.” you’re only half aware of what you’re saying as you beg, “too much, please.”

jihyo hums, slowing her thrusts down as she runs her hands over chaeyoung’s back. she watches your body convulse on the bed, hands gripping the silk ties tightly as your hips twitch away from chaeyoung’s greedy mouth.

“one more,” jihyo tells you softly. “chaeyoung-ah, be a good girl and make y/n come one last time and i’ll let you come too.”

chaeyoung whines long and loud, eating you out with a renewed fervor. you scream, back arching off the bed with a sob, the intensity of chaeyoung sucking your clit into her mouth making you groan and shake on the bed, your feet digging into the bed as chaeyoung never lets up.

your orgasm hits you almost out of the blue, the sheer force of it making you black out for a split second as your entire body tenses, muscle contracting and flexing as your mouth drops open, ragged moans spilling out in time with how your body shudders.

before it fades, jihyo leans further over chaeyoung, angling her strap in such a way that she hits just perfectly deep inside chaeyoung to make her gasp and moan. jihyo slides a hand around chaeyoung’s waist to rub at her clit harshly, making chaeyoung’s arms collapse out from under her. she lands on top of you, her forehead on your stomach as jihyo doesn’t stop, roughly fucking into chaeyoung, grunting with the force of her thrusts.

chaeyoung can feel the coil in her stomach tightening, her orgasm in sight yet again. Her tears never let up with how good it feels as she’s pushed closer and closer. jihyo keeps going, grunting out “come for me, chaeyoung-ah,” and a sob rips its way out of chaeyoung’s chest as her orgasm crescendos into her, everything going blank for a long moment as every bit of pressure explodes low in her stomach, waves of continuous pleasure crashing into her throughout her body.

and when her body finally falls limp, jihyo pulls out carefully, apologizing quietly when chaeyoung whimpers.

you watch through glassy eyes as jihyo takes the strap off and places it on the nightstand before leaving and coming back a minute later with two glasses of water. she sets them down on the nightstand as well, then gets back on the bed to guide chaeyoung on her back and at the head of the bed next to you.

chaeyoung rolls onto her side, tucking her head in the space between your shoulder and neck. you wrap an arm around her shoulders and tug her closer, pressing a kiss to her head. jihyo smiles at you and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss of her own to your cheek, before doing the same to chaeyoung.

“i have water for you both right here,” jihyo says quietly, her voice warm and kind. “is there anything else i can get for you?”

“hold me?” chaeyoung asks in a small voice and jihyo does so immediately, moving in behind chaeyoung to spoon her. you lift your arm off of her so jihyo can press in against chaeyoung, her arm reaching over to rest on your stomach. your arm comes back down, this time wrapping around jihyo’s shoulders.

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Service top!chaeyoung is the type of service top that likes being yours, likes making you feel good, likes helping you. She’s the type that wants you to tell her just how good she’s being and how much you like her fingers inside of you. Chaeyoung likes how you start out coherent and telling her exactly what to do, before growing more and more needy. She likes how you whimper her name, saying, “please, baby,” and “fuck it feels so good.”

And when there’s exhibitionism involved, Chaeyoung loves it when the members watch her fucking you because of how proud they are, and how gentle they are with her–at least, how gentle some of them are gentle with her. She definitely likes it when some of them are less than gentle too (*cough* nayeon), but the gentleness is something else. The way that Jihyo likes to stroke Chaeyoung’s hair as she’s going down on you, Mina’s quiet and methodical praise, how Sana likes telling her exactly what to do and how good she’s being. It gets Chaeyoung even more turned on, their smooth, delicate tones and words. She just wants to be good for them and to make you feel good, just how her members want.

Chaeyoung likes gentleness when your eyes are rolling back into your head, four orgasms in, and she’s begging you for another one. There’s a slick mess between her thighs and her arms are pressing your hips to the bed to keep you still. You’re nearly incoherent with pleasure, your voice husky and dazed. Her cheek rests on your thigh, her mouth inches from where you need her most. The last of your orgasm is fading, and Chaeyoung’s thumb is already rubbing light circles into your clit.

“Please baby, one more, I need it,” she begs, eyes watching her thumb. She shifts closer so she can reach further down and collect more of your wetness before continuing with her lazy stimulation.

Your body twitches when Chaeyoung presses down slightly harder on your clit and your words slur together as you murmur, “fuck I’m so sensitive, I don’t know if I can.”

“Yes you can, please,” she whispers, her hips pressing into the mattress, her stomach tight with desire. She glances over, to where Jihyo sits on the bed next to you, nonchalantly flipping through a book like none of this has any affect on her. Jihyo glances over and locks eyes with Chaeyoung before turning her gaze to you.

“Just one more, okay? You’ll feel so good, I promise,” Jihyo says, eyes back on Chaeyoung as she leans down to run her tongue through your folds.

You moan deeply, hips surging upwards and hands reaching down to tangle in Chaeyoung’s hair. It’s almost too much, everything is so sensitive, but at the same time, it feels so good and Chaeyoung is so desperate. She uses her forearms to keep your hips still, her eyes slipping closed as she presses her tongue against your clit.

The corner of Jihyo’s mouth tugs into a small smile as she watches Chaeyoung eat you out, a hand drifting over to carefully brush your hair out of your face as you squirm on the bed. Jihyo can feel her own wetness between her thighs, but that’s part of it, the whole point being that she’s a leader through and through; she’s there for encouragement, for help, whether it’s coaching you through Chaeyoung begging for more orgasms than you have, or telling Chaeyoung what a good job she’s doing and how pretty she looks, all aching and needy for your pleasure.

But until you need someone like Jihyo to help you, she just likes to watch. She likes watching how Chaeyoung shifts one of her arms from around your leg to press her fingers inside, brushing against that one spot, and how your eyes screw shut in response, teeth digging into your lower lip to stifle a moan.

Jihyo makes a small noise, murmuring, “don’t do that, I want to hear you.”

Chaeyoung pushes in again, deeper, nipping at the inside of your thigh right as she presses against that one spot again. A loud moan rips itself from your chest, your hands sinking even further into her hair as she dips her head to suck your clit into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, those damned fingers slipping in and out.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” you whimper.

Chaeyoung pulls away, just enough to see your half-lidded eyes staring down at her. An eyebrow quirks as she murmurs, “yeah?”

You nod, telling her, “you always make me feel so good, Chae.” Your head lolls to the side to look at Jihyo. “Isn’t that right?” You ask, and Jihyo nods and flips a page in her book, a small smile on her lips as she shoots a glance to Chaeyoung and then to you.

Chaeyoung presses in deeply, making a low noise at the back of her throat. The vibrations of it on your clit make your eyes flutter closed and your hand tightens its hold on Chaeyoung’s hair.

She pulls back and her fingers slip out of you, her index finger finding your clit, rubbing small circles over it. She dips her tongue into your entrance, lapping at the wetness dripping out of you. She lets out a low whine at the taste of it, her hips pressing into the mattress, the knowledge that she’s one making you this wet, this turned on, this needy going straight to her core.

Jihyo hums from next to you, idly commenting, “you look so pretty like that, Chaeyoung-ah. Making our y/n feel so, so good.”

Chaeyoung makes another noise and presses your clit harder for a split second before licking up to your clit, thrusting her fingers inside harshly, hitting that one spot. Your mouth falls open in a deep moan, hips pressing up, your hand holding her head closer.

“Good girl, Chaeng, keep doing that and she’s not going to last,” Jihyo hums, setting her book down and shifting closer. She reaches out, using her index finger to trace along your jaw to your mouth, where she presses her thumb against your bottom lip.

“You look so desperate like this, y/n,” she murmurs, “why don’t you tell our Chaengie how good she’s making you feel?”

With that, Jihyo ducks down to press a kiss to your neck and a stream of words falling out, telling Chaeyoung how good she is at this, how good her fingers and mouth feel, how pretty she looks. You’re barely conscious of anything you’re saying; there’s just something about having Chaeyoung’s fingers inside you and her tongue on your clit and Jihyo’s mouth on your neck that has you rambling.

Chaeyoung groans, her head feeling fuzzy on how she can feel her own slickness making a mess between her thighs, how your barely coherent words heighten her aching need. She fucks into you again, grinding her hips on nothing but the bed, her thighs rubbing together for even some semblance of relief, unable to stop the quiet moans and whimpers that spill out.

Hearing her like that, feeling the desire every time she fucks into you, her fingers hitting that spot, pressing deeper and deeper like she needs it more than you do, it makes your back arch, hips surging upwards again, letting out a choked moan as Jihyo’s hand moves up to cover yours on the back of Chaeyoung’s head.

“Can you let go for me?” Jihyo asks you quietly, and you nod, releasing your hold on Chaeyoung and instead grip the sheets. Jihyo makes a contented noise, telling you, “just lay there for us, yeah? Let Chaeyoung take care of you like the good girl she is.”

You glance down to watch Jihyo push Chaeyoung’s hair out of the way. Chaeyoung looks up at Jihyo, and Jihyo smiles. “So pretty, Chaeyoung. Just how we like it, fucking her so well.”

Jihyo guides Chaeyoung back to where you need her, her mouth back on your clit. You let out a breathy moan, your hips jumping. Her fingers continue their steady rhythm in and out.

Your stomach tightens even further as Jihyo starts talking for you, informing Chaeyoung of how close you look, how your eyes roll back into your head, how you’re gasping and letting out all these broken whimpers and whines, how your hand finds the collar of Jihyo’s shirt and pulls her closer.

Jihyo hums and leans in, kissing you messily, lips dragging from your mouth along your jaw and to your neck, where she bites down and sucks your pulse point into her mouth. You gasp, head pushing back into the pillow, baring your neck for her.

“More,” you moan, “more, Chae, I need more.”

Chaeyoung readjusts her hand that’s trying to hold your hips down for a better hold a moment before she thrusts into you harder and deeper, right as she sucks your clit into her mouth. She makes a low noise that you can feel, and your hips press upwards against her arm.

Chaeyoung barely pulls out halfway before her fingers thrust back into you harshly, your wetness leaking out to soak her hand, warm and slick and clenching around her, aching for harder and faster. Jihyo’s hand on the back of her head presses her closer against you, murmuring, “just like that, Chae, you’re doing so good.” Chaeyoung lets out a broken gasp around your clit, her fingers fucking you deeper, scissoring inside, your walls tight and warm and so wet around her.

Your nearly incomprehensible jumble of words, your head thrown back, your hips pressing upwards, your gasps and broken moans, Jihyo’s quiet words, telling her how close you are, how blissed out and fucked you look, how desperate you are for her, how good she’s making you feel–all of it encourages Chaeyoung, drives her more and more insane, to the point her brain feels foggy with need and desire.

She lifts her head, just enough to see your eyes closed tightly and your open mouth, a hand holding onto Jihyo’s shirt tightly. Jihyo says, “make her come, she’s so close," and Chaeyoung bites down on her lower lip, feeling your back arch. She dips back down, her tongue working over your clit, fingers continuously finding that spot inside you. There's a coil in her stomach, tightening and tightening as she watches you gasping under her.

“Fuck, Chae,” you cry out, “I’m gonna–”

Your orgasm cuts you off, hitting you harder than ever. Everything tenses, your vision going pure white for a second as your back comes clean off the mattress. You moan loudly and deeply, just barely noticing the way Chaeyoung is still pressing inside you, working her tongue against your clit, her hips grinding on nothing.

You barely register it when Chaeyoung pulls away and crawls up your body, her fingers still inside you as she presses an open-mouth kiss to your jaw, wet with your juices. She keeps thrusting her fingers into you, making you cry out from sensitivity.

Chaeyoung’s thrusts begin to carry more weight and it isn’t until you shift your leg further up that you realize she’s grinding on the back of her own hand every time she presses into you.

Jihyo notices it at the same time, based on her quiet mumble of, “fuck, that’s so hot,” before saying at a normal volume, “getting yourself off like that, huh Chae? You’re just so desperate aren’t you?”

Chaeyoung nods against you, a small whimper on your cheek. “Just need her,” she says, voice quiet and broken.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” Jihyo says, smirking, “you’re just so needy.” She runs her hand through Chaeyoung’s hair as Chaeyoung whimpers once again.

And it’s the way Jihyo just keeps watching Chaeyoung trying to get herself off, desperate and broken whines spilling out of her mouth on and onto your skin, it’s your gasps and grunts as you’re barely able to fully come down.

It’s the way your eyebrows furrow together, the way you push your head even further back, the lines of your neck standing out, that one vein becoming more prominent. It’s the way you’re soaking her hand down to her wrist, the way your walls keep fluttering and clenching around her. It’s your hips, still shifting upwards, seeking more, without you meaning to. And it’s especially the way she’s the one who made you like this, who made you desperate and incoherent.

It’s Jihyo and her gaze, heavy and warm on Chaeyoung. Her husky voice betrays her composure as she tells Chaeyoung she looks so pretty when she’s this desperate. It’s the fact that it’s Jihyo, her leader, who’s watching her, telling her she’s doing so good.

Chaeyoung can feel her stomach tighten even more, her slickness making a mess between her thighs as she grinds on the back of her hand, eyes tracing every line of sheer pleasure on your face and neck. She burns with the knowledge that she’s being good for you and Jihyo and making you feel so good.