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Thank you🥰. As for the second part, I mean, that’s totally understandable 🙈.

Dom Mina HCs

Mina somehow seems to gain energy after cumming, so she makes you eat her out first before she focuses on you. It does get a bit difficult to breathe when she’s got her legs locked around your head that tight.

Loves to use her strap on you.

Obsessed with your butt. Like seriously obsessed. You’ll constantly catch her staring at it, like without any hesitation or shame.

Spanking. Don’t think that she’s going to hold back. Especially when she’s taking you from behind. In fact that’s Mina’s favorite.

She almost wants you to be disobedient or bratty just so she’d have an excuse to spank you more and harder

Mina will also switch things up from spanking like hair pulling and choking. She likes to talk dirty to you while pulling your hair. “It’s fine to moan louder, no one can hear us”. “It’s such a shame I can’t fill your mouth right now”.

Occasionally daring you to do something naughty in public.

Sneaky sex when you visit her in the dorm. The members see you as someone innocent and are quite protective of you. The thrill of being caught by one of them while Mina takes you to pound town turns you on more than you’d like to admit. Obviously Mina can’t spank you while in the dorm and it kinda frustrates her so she becomes rougher and meaner with you.

Choking you lightly and degrading you while she’s mercilessly ramming herself inside you repeatedly is almost an unmatchable experience. A lot of it is down to Mina being extremely skilled at choking you, she uses the perfect amount of pressure and holds the best points to give you an otherworldly experience.

(CEO!Mina x Fem!Reader🌧️🔞)

TW's// Smut, Dom!Mina, Sub!reader, CEO!Mina, Clubbing, One night stand, catching feelings, slight angst, Fingering, Bathroom sex, L bombing, Public area, exhibitionism, hair pulling, spanking, Mina is DESPERATE. Mentions of Nayeon and Sana, you and nayeon lowkey have some tension here and there but shh..//

—Flashback—

—"Nggh, M-Mina-nim.. fuck.” Your body shook the bathroom stall, your body gripping Mina's shoulders as you came undone on her fingers.

—"Hmm.. good girl." She helped you ride your high, helping you finish and clean up.

—"No hard feelings, ok?" Mina replied sternly, fixing your appearance and leaving you there at the bathroom stall.

No hard feelings.

—Flashback end—

Those harsh words echoed and panged through your mind. It had been almost a month since your one night stand with the vicious club owner, known for her dark aura and intimidating presence; yet you saw her in her most vulnerable moments, her digits inside you as she took care of the problem inbetween your legs.

You'd promise yourself to not fall in love, but your heart was saying otherwise. You kept stalking her social medias, keeping up with the company club, eyeing events she hosted and thinking about how nice it'd be to go and see her again, maybe experience her fingers inside you again.

—"Fuck.. ughhh i can't, i miss her so much." You complained to your friend Nayeon, head on her lap as she played with your hair, your hands scrolling aimlessly through Mina's feed.

—"Y/N, honey, come on.. It was just a fling, what's so awesome about, her?"

—"Nayeon, you don't get it.. it's THE Myoui Mina, imagine being able to spend the night with the most fucking rich woman in all Seoul? Shit, you'd be crazy like me too!!"

Nayeon rolled her eyes, pinching your cheeks softly as she continued to play with your hair.—"Alright, alright, dummy.. It's noticeable you're hooked."

You nod, getting comfortable in Nayeons lap as you continued scrolling.

You need to see her.

—

On the other hand, Mina was in her office, counting up big stacks of twenty dollar bills, legs resting on her desk as she went through the paper. —"Alright, Sana, here's your payment..."

Mina said as she handed the Japanese a rough stack of cash, her expression cold. —"And the rest i'll be keeping, as promised."

Sana checked and counted her bills, the ones she hardly worked for by dancing. —"Ma'am this is only—"

—"Am i getting a complaint, Minatozaki?" She snapped back, her voice cold and stern,

—"You got your fair share, you know i need to get my bills paid, darling." Mina stood up and leaned over her desk, lifting Sana's chin up and inching closer to her, lips barely apart as she stared at the latter in a rather dominating composure.

—"Is there any way i can increase my payment, Ma'am?" Sana asked, hand snaking to hold Mina's, which was still on her chin.

Mina thought for a bit, getting an idea and smirking. —"Oh i know a way, sweetheart."

———

—"Holy shit, Y/N!!" Nayeon yelped as she scrolled through her phone, you were laying next to her watching a movie, the scream making you jolt up, eyes going wide.

—"What the fuck!" She shut you up with a finger to your lip, sitting up properly as she began to explain, eyes scanning yours.

—"Okay, soo.. yknow my whole modeling thing with Tommy Hillfiger, right?" You nodded, eyebrows furrowed as she yapped on and on.

—"They're hosting a runway event and they invited me!," Nayeon then leaned closer to you, practically whispering in your ear

—"And they said i could bring a plus one, plus they're holding an after party in this club,” Nayeon said in a low sultry tone, trying to seduce and convince you, the action making you roll your eyes.

—"Come on! it'll be fun!" After a couple minutes of nagging, you finally gave in, borrowing some of Nayeons THF designer clothes and doing your makeup,

—"See, i knew you'd always look better in my clothing, i have a better fashion sense after all!" Nayeon replied cockily, taking off and changing her shirt infront of you.

—"Whatever, just hurry up so we can go," The only reason you agreed is because you needed to get your mind off Mina, almost a month and you couldn't get the image out of your mind, you needed to do anything possible to get that pit inside you out.

After a good ten minutes, Nayeon finally finished getting all dolled up, holding her handbag as she walked out with you to the door. —"Wait, wait! quick selfie before we go out, babe!"

You rolled your eyes and smirked, going over to the closet mirror you had near your apartment front door and posing, Nayeons hands snaking near the lower area off your waist as you both posed for a quick mirror pic, speeding off the door in a stat.

Nayeon was quick to post the pic, the entire car ride to the event just being some basic chatter.

———

Sana smirked as she got the notification on insta, seeing the two of you posing, she giggled as she liked the story. —"Bingo."

———-

As your driver finally settled near the event area, paparazzi drivers immediately started flashing you both, of course since you were going as Nayeons plus one; you had a reputation, sure, but not as big as your best friend's.

As the event finally started, you sat with Nayeon, her hand on your thigh as you both watched the fashion show, cameras occasionally flashing to you both, you watched with amusement as you admired all the outfits, whispering a funny comment or two in Nayeons ear when an outfits pattern or style was weird, both of you trying to hold in your laugh.

The event was fun, (and by fun you mean making fun of the weird outfits the models would walk in with), and it got your mind out of plenty of stuff; as you walked out, you took plenty of selfies with celebrities you admired, mostly flattering Nayeon in all her glory while you introduced yourself as her friend.

But now, the fun was actually about to start. As you pulled up to the club for the after party, it was full to the brim, butterflies in your stomach as the night began to settle.

The night was wild, filled with dancing, drinking, pouring shots in random peoples mouth and getting closer to Nayeon, the alcohol in your system making you touch, feel and grind all over your best-friend.

Little did you know, Sana, Mina's little minion and worker, was eyeing you the whole time.

Sana had been bringing over drunk girls for Mina to toy with, it's what they agreed on after all, the more the girls, the more payment increase for Sana. Sana was about to strike until you drifted off of Nayeon, whose lips were near you neck as you both danced together.

You slightly stumbled off to the bathroom, where only god knows what you were about to do.

That was until Mina bursted out of her office door, T-shirt collar messy as she wiped the messy lipstick on her face, a dark haired girl with bangs who looked like she just got ran over by a tornado leaving the room shortly after her, a hand trailing behind Mina's ass. —"Thank you for the service miss uhm.. Hirai.."

The girl blew a kiss as she ran off to party.

—“All good, Miss. Myoui?” Sana asked, head tilted as she gave the Japanese a cheeky smile.

Mina nodded, —"Just a quick bathroom break, i'll be back in a bit, bring the next girl over to my office ok?"

Mina walked off to the bathroom, hands in her pockets as she opened the door with her shoulders. You were leaning against the sink touching up your makeup until a loud thud made you snap your neck to the side, the sight of the girl you yearned so badly for making your jaw drop.

—"Myoui!!!?" You shouted, though it was quickly cut off by Mina's hand covering your mouth.

—"Shh, people aren't supposed to know i'm here, fuck." She replied sternly, the tone of voice taking you back a bit.

You both had a moment of silence before Mina spoke. —"It's been a while, no?"

You nodded, avoiding the latters gaze until she lifted your chin up with her finger, inching a bit closer. —"You okay?"

Mina replied, her cold facade disappearing and now being replaced with some light concern —"N-no it's just..."

You sighed before inching her hand away.

—"I don't think i can forget about last time, Mina.. I need that.." You paused for a brief moment as you stared at her, the bass of the music making the walls vibrate,

—"I need you."

Silence..

Mina barely wasted a second and latched onto you, hands holding your waist and ass as she bit your bottom lip, pressing her lips against yours in a deep kiss. You moaned out, Mina's cold hands reaching up to your shirt to cup and knead your breasts, pressing you against the wall, her thigh in-between your legs.

You bucked your hips for friction, grinding on her thigh as you whined against her.

—"Need it so badly, don't you, baby?" Mina teased, mouth trailing down to your neck, biting, leaving sloppy kisses, she was aggressive, desperate even; it was like you were her last fucking meal.

Mina groped your breast hard as she undid the button of your jean pants, shoving her hand down there to rub your clit through your underwear, a smirk pressing against your neck as your body jolted forward at the stimulation, mouth falling agape as you moaned out.

—"Good fucking girl." Mina gripped the skin of your sides harshly, her neck still on your neck, inhaling your scent, it was like an addiction, and she had fallen in deep.

Mina inserted two of her digits inside you, fucking you at an easy and steady pace, biting your earlobe as she kissed you roughly all over.

—“You need it so badly, don’t you baby?” Mina teased, mouth trailing down to your neck, biting, leaving sloppy kisses, she was aggressive, desperate even; it was like you were her last fucking meal.

You moaned loudly as she touched every single one of your weak spots, she knew what you liked and she’d do anything to please you.

The loud noise echoed through the bathroom, she pressed her lips against yours again, tongue exploring your mouth. —"Be quiet, needy girl, anyone can some in at any second yknow? See you being such a good girl for Miss Myoui, what would they think? Hm?"

You arched your back bucking your hips against her fingers, Mina's free hand reaching down to land three harsh smacks on your ass, kneading the area after, she was obsessed with your ass, and you knew it.

Mina's lips trailed down to your collarbone, marking the area. —"Don't wanna fuck anyone else after this, don't want YOU fucking anyone else, you're fucking mine, got it? This wet cunt is mine. Myoui Mina's fucking pussy."

You nodded endlessly, arms wrapping around her neck, you hid your face in the crook of it, biting her neck to suppress your noises.

—"Easy fucking girl." Mina spit back, her off hand just feeling you all over, sweat dripping down her forehead as she got you all messy for her.

—"Gosh, fucks sake Mina, i love you so fucking much."

Those words made Mina jolt up a bit, she would hear it a lot from all her different flings, but when it came out of your mouth, fuck, it was different. —"Yeah? Say how much you fucking love me, say it, needy girl."

Tears pricked at your eyes as you moaned out, telling her how much you loved her aimlessly, everything about her, how fucking obsessed you were with her. It struck a nerve in Mina, making her heart pang, she knew there was no hard feelings, but fuck.. why was she feeling this way.

She thrusted harder, hitting deep inside you as she felt your walls clench around her. —"Close, baby? Gonna cum for me? How about i take you home and treat you good after this?"

You nodded before pouring your juices out on the girls fingers, as she helped you ride your high, you pulled the girl closer into a hug and kissed her, your eyes teary. —"I'm sorry"

You apologized as you look into her eyes, her gaze softening, something you'd never seen before.—"It's.. Its okay.. Hey? I did promise id treat you? it's on me."

—"But what about—"

She was quick to reassure you, hands cupping your soft cheeks as she admired you with her gaze.

—"Don't worry about Nayeon, i've got it covered, trust me." As she said that, you gave in as she cleaned you up and took you out of the bathroom, eyeing Sana as she walked out with you, pinky's linked together.

Can I request reader x mina when she comes home with her new haircut PLS MAKE IT SMUTTY PLSPLSPLS 💗💗💗

New Haircut

tw’s// fluff, smut, face sitting, slight overstimulation, hair pulling, pussy eating, switch!mina x switch!reader//

The sound of running water and clinking dishes filled the kitchen as you scrubbed at a particularly stubborn pot. It was a peaceful evening at home, the kind of quiet domesticity you'd grown to appreciate during Mina's busy schedule with the girls.

The familiar click of the door unlocking made you look up, a smile already forming on your lips. "Babe, I'm in the kitchen—"

The words died in your throat.

Mina stood in the doorway, and your heart stuttered. Her hair—her beautiful long hair that you'd watched her style a thousand different ways—was gone. In its place was a short, textured cut that fell just below her chin, choppy and effortlessly cool. A wolfcut bob that framed her face perfectly, making her eyes seem impossibly larger, her features even more striking.

"So?" she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice as she ran her fingers through the short strands. "What do you think?"

You couldn't speak. Couldn't move. The dish towel slipped from your hands.

"That bad?" She laughed uncertainly, but before she could say anything else, you were crossing the kitchen in three long strides.

Your hands found her waist, pulling her flush against you as you backed her up against the kitchen island. "Are you kidding me?" Your voice came out rougher than intended. "Mina, you look—"

You couldn't even finish the sentence before your lips crashed into hers, swallowing whatever response she might have had. She melted against you immediately, her fingers threading through your hair as she kissed you back just as desperately.

"I take it you like it," she murmured against your mouth, breathless.

"Like it?" You pulled back just enough to look at her, really look at her. The way the short layers fell around her face, how it made her neck seem longer, more elegant. How confident and devastatingly beautiful she looked. "I'm losing my mind."

Your fingers tangled in her new haircut, shorter strands slipping through your grasp in a way that drove you wild. The kiss deepened, growing more heated as your bodies pressed together against the cool marble of the island.

"Bedroom?" Mina gasped when you broke apart for air.

"Too far," you growled, lifting her onto the kitchen island in one smooth motion.

Her legs wrapped around your waist instinctively as you kissed her again, hands sliding under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. She arched into your touch, a soft sound escaping her lips that made your head spin.

"You're so impatient," she teased breathlessly, but her hands were already working at your clothes just as frantically.

"Can you blame me?" You pulled back to strip her shirt over her head, your eyes drinking in the sight of her. "Looking like this?"

Your hands roamed over her body, mapping every curve, every soft expanse of skin. When you unhooked her bra, she bit her lip, watching you with dark eyes as you tossed it aside. Your mouth found her nipples, and she gasped, fingers tightening in your hair.

"God, you're perfect," you murmured against her skin, kissing your way down her body.

When you finally got her jeans and panties off, leaving her bare on the kitchen island, you had to take a moment to just look at her. Flushed and wanting, her new haircut framing her beautiful face, lips parted as she breathed heavily.

"You're staring," she whispered.

"Can't help it. You're so beautiful, Mina. So incredibly beautiful."

You sank to your knees before her, hands sliding up her thighs as you positioned yourself between her legs. She leaned back on her hands, watching you with anticipation.

"Is this okay?" you asked, even though you knew the answer from the way she was looking at you.

"Please," she breathed.

You started slow, pressing kisses to her inner thighs, savoring every little sound she made. When your mouth finally reached her pussy, she let out a shaky moan that went straight through you.

"So beautiful," you murmured against her, before letting your tongue explore her cunt.

Her hand came to rest in your hair as you worked her with your mouth. You lapped up her clot with your tongue, then sucked it gently, learning what made her gasp, what made her thighs tremble around your head.

"Oh god," she whimpered, her hips rolling against your face. "Just like that—"

You doubled your efforts, your hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady as you sucked her pussy. She was falling apart above you, breathy moans filling the kitchen, and you'd never heard anything more beautiful.

"I'm—I'm close," she gasped, her fingers tightening in your hair almost painfully.

You didn't let up, working her pussy with your tongue until she cried out, her whole body tensing as she came against your mouth. You helped her through it, gentling your movements as she shuddered and gasped.

When she finally came down, breathing hard, you pressed soft kisses to her thighs before standing up. She pulled you in immediately, kissing you deeply, tasting herself on your lips.

"Your turn," she said, that confident look in her eyes that you loved so much.

Before you could respond, she was sliding off the island and gently pushing you back until you were sitting on the floor, leaning against the kitchen cabinets. She made quick work of your remaining clothes, leaving you bare before her.

"Mina—"

"Shh," she said, positioning herself. "I want to taste you too."

She laid down on her back, pulling you forward until you were positioned over her face. "Sit," she commanded.

"I don't want to—"

"Sit," she repeated firmly, her hands gripping your thighs and pulling you down onto her mouth.

The first touch of her tongue against your pussy made you gasp, your hands flying out to brace against the cabinet. She licked you slowly at first, learning your taste, before growing more confident.

"Mina," you moaned, trying not to press down too hard even as your hips rocked involuntarily.

She hummed against you in response, the vibration making you whimper. Her tongue worked your cunt expertly, alternating between long, slow stroke and quick flicks that had you seeing stars.

When she slammed your pussy into her mouth and sucked, you nearly came undone right then. Your hand found her hair—that gorgeous short hair—and you gripped it gently as she devoured you, nose brushing against your clit as her chin was coated in your juices.

"I'm gonna—" you gasped, but she just gripped your thighs harder, pulling you down more firmly against her mouth.

Your first orgasm hit you like a wave, pleasure washing over you as you cried out her name. But she didn't stop. Her tongue kept working you, relentless and skilled, and before you could fully recover, you felt another building.

"Mina, wait, I can't—"

“Shut up, you will.”

But you could, and you did, cumming again with a broken moan, your thighs shaking on either side of her head.

She gentled her movements but still didn't stop, and you realized with a mixture of desperation and desire that she wasn't going to let you off easy. Her tongue circled your clit, then pressed flat against it, and somehow impossibly, you felt yourself climbing again.

"Please," you whimpered, though you weren't sure if you were begging her to stop or keep going.

She chose the latter, her mouth working magic against your climax until you were cumming for a third time, practically sobbing with pleasure as your body shook uncontrollably.

Only then did she ease you off her, helping you collapse beside her on the kitchen floor. You were completely undone, trembling and breathless, your mind pleasantly blank.

After a moment, she propped herself up on one elbow, looking down at you with a satisfied smile, her lips glistening. "So," she said, slightly breathless herself. "You really like the haircut?"

You turned your head to look at her, this woman you loved, and couldn't help but laugh weakly. "I think I might have a problem."

She grinned, leaning down to kiss you softly. You could taste yourself on her lips, mixed with her own taste from earlier. "Good thing I'm keeping it for a while then."

"Actually," you said when you could finally speak properly, pulling her closer, "I might die if you do this every time I see it."

"Mmm, what a way to go though," she teased, running her fingers through her short hair deliberately, knowing exactly what it did to you.

You groaned, pulling her down for another kiss. "You're going to be the death of me, Myoui Mina."

just read your mohyo talk you through it fic for the fourth time

its so freaking good i think u r perfect for writing this request

no pressure 🫶🏻 just write it if u feel like it

In my head, we belong

tw’s// jihyo x fem!reader, dom!jihyo, sub!reader, fingering, oral fixation, friends to ????, stylist!reader, idol!jihyo, lowkey latina jihyo, //

The A/C in your apartment hummed a low white noise as you hunched slightly on your desk, pen in hand, glasses slightly falling off the bridge of your nose, you scrolled through endless pinterest boards you had made the other day, yet nothing was giving you the right inspiration.

You bit your lip out of frustration and you sketched a tiny design in the notepad section of your split screen, using some of the designs are references. You hated it, you scribbled over it and slammed your pen down,cursing under your breath.

Suddenly, your phone rang. You picked it up witho looking at the caller ID, you were used to random business calls throughout the day.

“Hello, this is Y/N speaking.” you answered in a business voice, there was a moment of silence before a husky chuckle was heard on the other end of the phone.

“Hi Y/N-ie.”

You pulled the phone back from your ear, brows furrowing, only to realize it had been on FaceTime this whole time. Jihyo’s face filled the screen — makeup still done up so prettily from her schedule, a wide grin stretched across her face as she dangled her car keys in front of the camera, practically gloating that she was finally off work.

“Oh,” you breathed out, equal parts caught off guard and unbothered, because this was just how Jihyo was.

You propped the phone up against one of your unlit candles —you never bothered lighting them, they just sat there looking pretty and decorative, so they made a perfectly good phone stand— and turned your attention back to your iPad, only half-listening as Jihyo launched into a recap of her day.

“Work was so bad today,” she said, dragging her feet through the parking lot, camera bouncing slightly with each step. “Not like, bad bad. Just.. tiring, you know? Like a good kind of tired.”

“Mm,” you hummed, only catching half of it, eyes flicking between the Pinterest board and the blank notepad.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dance,” she said suddenly, teasing lacing her voice as she scanned the rows of cars for hers.

You didn’t answer. You were busy chewing on the end of your Apple Pencil, brows pinched, staring at a sketch you’d already half-decided you hated.

She spotted her white Benz a few rows down and unlocked it with a soft click that echoed through the speaker. There was a pause —the kind that stretched a little too long for the two of you, who usually filled every silence with bickering and nonsense— and Jihyo noticed it immediately once she slid into the driver’s seat.

She propped her phone up on the tiny stand clipped near the steering wheel, took a slow sip from her water bottle, and waited a beat before asking, “What’s up with you?”

You sighed, dragging a hand down your face. “Stuck,” you admitted. “On your guys’ concert designs. Deadline’s not for three months but I don’t even have base concepts yet and I feel like shit about it.”

Another pause. A low hum from her end, the kind that meant she was actually listening now, not just half-present like you’d been. The engine rumbled to life.

“Is that it?” she asked. “You doing anything else tonight?”

You shook your head, pencil drifting back between your teeth.

“Alright,” she said, like she’d already made up her mind before she even finished asking. “Give me twenty. I’m gonna grab coffee for the both of us and come over, okay?”

You rolled your eyes, telling her she didn’t have to, that she had way too much free time tonight and was clearly just bored.

“I am bored,” she agreed easily, not even glancing at the screen, eyes trained on the rearview mirror instead as she eased the car out of its spot in one smooth, practiced reverse. “And I wanted to see you. So.”

You watched the way she did it without even thinking —clean, easy, second nature— and something about it tugged at you for half a second longer than it should have.

You shoved the thought away just as fast as it came.

You stayed on FaceTime as she pulled out of the lot and merged onto the street, phone propped against the dash, your face bobbing slightly in the corner of her screen with every bump in the road. The conversation drifted easily, the way it always did with the two of you, it never had a real direction, just whatever came to mind.

“Oh my god, wait,” you said, sitting back in your chair, “Momo brought the dogs over today, right? Tell me what happened.”

Jihyo let out a laugh before she even started, the kind that came from somewhere genuine. “Okay so she brings both of them, right, because she can’t just bring one, that’s not allowed in her house apparently—”

“Obviously not.”

“—and we’re all sat around the sofa in the practice room, we all had our shoes off cause we weren’t really practicing. And out of nowhere one of them just. Walks up to Tzuyu. Stares at her. And pees on her shoe.”

You burst out laughing, pencil falling out of your hand and clattering onto the desk. “No.”

“I’m serious! Tzuyu didn’t even move, she just stood there like—” Jihyo did an impression, deadpan, blank stare, “—like she short-circuited. Momo was apologizing so much, bowing to the dog and to Tzuyu at the same time.”

“Bowing to the dog?”

“To the dog too! She said he probably did it because he was stressed!”

You were full-on giggling now, the stress from earlier melting off your shoulders for the first time all evening. Jihyo glanced at the screen for half a second, the corner of her mouth tugging up at the sound of you laughing, before she turned her eyes back to the road.

“Okay, okay,” you said, wiping under your eye even though there were no actual tears. “What about you, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“Mm, gym probably,” she said, drumming her fingers lightly against the wheel at a red light. “Or the day after. Depends on Jeongyeon.”

“Why does it depend on Jeongyeon?”

She sighed, the kind of sigh that had a smile buried underneath it. “Because I’m the one who convinced her to start going with me, and now I physically cannot make myself go unless she’s there too. It’s so stupid.”

“That’s so real of you, actually.”

“Don’t agree with me, that’s embarrassing.” The light turned green and she eased forward. “What about you? What’ve you been doing besides being stressed at your desk?”

“Studying, mostly,” you said, leaning back, the glow of your iPad still lighting half your face. “Running errands. Nothing exciting. I’ve barely left my apartment except for groceries.”

“That tracks.” The coffee shop sign came into view up ahead, and she flicked her blinker on. “Hold on, ordering.”

She pulled up to the speaker, rolling her window down halfway as a tinny voice crackled through asking for her order. “Hi, can I get an iced matcha with strawberry cold foam,” she said it without even thinking, like it lived in muscle memory at this point, “and a cold brew with mocha, that’s it, thank you.”

You blinked. “You didn’t even ask what I wanted.”

“Because I already know what you want,” she said simply, like that wasn’t a whole thing to unpack, eyes flicking briefly to the camera with a small, knowing smile before pulling forward in line.

The window was still down, and the night breeze caught the loose strands of her hair, sweeping them back from her face as she waited, one hand draped lazily over the top of the wheel. The streetlight above caught the side of her face just right, and for a second you just stared. Forgot you were even holding your phone, forgot the half-finished sketches sitting open behind her face on your screen.

She glanced over.

Caught you.

A slow, teasing grin spread across her face, all confidence, not even bothering to hide that she clocked it. “What,” she said, tilting her head, “do I have something on my face?”

“No,” you said quickly, way too quickly, heat creeping up your neck as you looked away and pretended to be very interested in your Pinterest board again. “Nothing. You just… you look pretty. That’s all.”

There was a beat of silence on her end. When you glanced back up, the teasing grin had softened into something smaller, quieter.. a closed-mouth smile she didn’t seem to be aware she was making, eyes a little warmer than before.

“Thank you,” she said, voice quieter too, before the car ahead of her moved up and she had to pull forward.

She gave the camera one last glance, lingering just a second too long, before facing forward again, hand resting on the wheel as she waited to pull up to the window and grab the coffee.

The rest of the drive passed in easy, looping conversation — nothing important, just the kind of talk that filled space because neither of you really wanted to hang up. But somewhere underneath the bickering and the laughing, there was a thread of something quieter pulling tight, little pauses that lasted a beat too long, glances held a second past comfortable. Neither of you mentioned it. You both let it sit there, humming under the surface.

“Okay, I’m parking,” she said eventually, the engine cutting off, the sound of her seatbelt unclicking. “I’ll just take the stairs.”

“There’s literally an elevator, Ji.”

“I know. I want the extra cardio.” You could hear the grin in her voice, the rustle of her bag, the click of her car door. “Hanging up now, don’t miss me too much.”

“As if,” you muttered, but she’d already hung up, the screen going dark before you could even roll your eyes properly.

You sat there for a second, staring at your blank lock screen, before shaking it off and pushing yourself up to actually tidy the chaos on your desk though “tidy” mostly meant shoving loose papers into a pile and closing out of browser tabs you’d never get back to tonight.

A few minutes later, a knock.

You crossed the apartment and unlocked the door, and there she was. Jihyo, two coffees in hand, hair slightly windblown from the walk up, cheeks just a little flushed from the stairs. And even after all these years, even after watching her get glammed up under a hundred different lights for a hundred different stages, you thought she was always prettier like this. Just her. No styling team, no expectations, no cameras. Just the girl you’d known since you were both barely out of being kids yourselves.

“Hi,” she said, smile breaking across her face as she stepped in, setting the coffees down on the nearest surface before pulling you into a hug, one arm looping around your waist, the other coming up your back.

You caught her scent immediately— that woody, warm perfume of hers, laced faintly with the smell of sweat from dance practice earlier that hadn’t fully washed out yet— and it did something to you, something you didn’t really want to examine too closely. You smiled into it anyway, letting the hug linger half a second longer than it probably needed to.

She pulled back first, eyes bright. “Show me what you have.”

You nodded, leading her toward your bedroom. You dropped into the chair by your desk, grabbing your iPad, while she settled onto the edge of your bed like she’d done a hundred times before, like it was the most natural thing in the world. You rolled your chair a little closer and started rambling, the brief the company had given you, mature concept, heavy on the jewels, structured silhouettes, this reference, that color palette.

“Well,” Jihyo cut in, leaning back on her hands, head tilting, “how about you start with my design. I’m right here, anyway.”

You bit your lip, just slightly, just out of habit while you thought— and you could’ve sworn her eyes flicked down for a second, lingering there before dragging back up to meet yours.

“Okay,” you said, clearing your throat, trying to focus, pulling your knees up onto the chair as you opened a fresh page on the iPad. “So for you — mature, right? What were you thinking, like, fabric-wise?”

Jihyo hummed, thinking, eyes drifting to the ceiling for a second before coming back to you. “I like lace,” she said. “Like— not the soft, delicate kind. The structured kind. With leather, maybe. Something that looks like it could go either way, soft and sharp at the same time.”

You nodded slowly, already sketching loose lines, only half paying attention to what your hand was doing because you were more focused on her voice, the way she talked about clothes like she actually thought about this stuff more than people gave her credit for.

“Leather and lace,” you repeated, mostly to yourself. “Okay. Corset-style top, maybe? With like — “ you gestured vaguely with the pencil, “—a leather harness layered over it. Something with a little bit of edge so it doesn't read too soft.”

“Mm.” She scooted forward slightly, off the edge of the bed, until her knee was nearly brushing yours, peering over at the screen. “Yeah. Like that. I like that you get it.”

“It’s my job to get it,” you said, voice quieter than you meant it to come out, very aware of how close she was now, the warmth radiating off her side pressing lightly against your arm.

“No,” she said, and when you glanced over she was already looking at you, not the screen. “I mean you get me. There’s a difference.”

You swallowed, pencil stilling mid-stroke. “Ji—”

“What,” she said, soft, the teasing edge from earlier gone now, replaced by something steadier, more deliberate. Her eyes dropped to your mouth, just briefly, the same way they had a few minutes ago, except this time she didn’t pretend otherwise. “You always do that. Stop yourself right when you’re about to say something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You do.” She reached over, gently, and took the iPad from your hands, setting it aside on the desk without breaking eye contact. “Y/N.”

Your name in her mouth, low like that, did something to the air in the room.

“What are you doing,” you said, but it came out more like a question you didn’t actually want answered with words.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, a small, almost nervous laugh escaping her, which was rare, because Jihyo was never nervous about anything. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Tonight, mostly.”

“Thinking about what.”

She didn’t answer right away. Instead she reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering against your jaw after, thumb brushing once, slow, over your cheekbone. Your breath caught somewhere in your throat.

“Can I,” she started, then stopped, searching your face like she was looking for permission, or maybe just confirmation that this wasn’t one-sided.

You didn’t say anything. You just leaned in, just slightly, just enough.

That was answer enough.

She closed the rest of the distance, her hand sliding to cup the side of your face as her lips met yours— soft, certain, the kind of kiss that felt like it had been sitting there, waiting, for longer than either of you wanted to admit. You felt her smile against your mouth for half a second before she kissed you again, a little deeper this time, her other hand coming to rest lightly on your knee, steadying herself, steadying you.

When she finally pulled back, just barely, foreheads still close enough to touch, she let out a breath, a quiet laugh following it.

“Took you long enough,” she murmured.

“Took me long enough?” You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face gave you away completely. “You’re unbelievable.”

You leaned in before she could respond, kissing her again — slower this time, more intentional, your hand coming up to curve around the back of her neck. Her skin was warm under your palm, still slightly damp from earlier, soft in a way that made your fingers want to stay there.

She melted into it almost immediately, a quiet exhale leaving her against your mouth, her hand tightening just slightly where it rested on your knee.

She didn't let you finish your sentence before she was moving, pushing off the bed and into your lap in one smooth motion, the chair creaking under the sudden shift of weight. Her knees bracketed your hips, hands framing your face as she kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue going inside your mouth, like she'd been holding back and had finally stopped bothering to.

You kissed her back just as messily, one hand sliding up her spine, the other still curled at the back of her neck, holding her in place like you were scared she'd pull away and this would all turn out to be some elaborate joke.

It wasn't. The way her fingers tangled into your hair, the small sounds she let slip against your mouth, none of that was a joke.

You both finally broke apart, chests rising and falling, a thin string still connecting your lips for a beat before it snapped. She let out a low chuckle, breathless, clearly pleased with herself, eyes half-lidded as she watched you try to catch your breath.

“Cute,” she murmured, voice rough, before her hand drifted up, fingers brushing your bottom lip slowly, deliberately.

You didn't move, didn't break eye contact, you wrapped her pointer and middle finger around your lips, sucking, pushing them deep into your mouth, watching the way her own breath hitched slightly at your actions.

She leaned in, trailing her lips along your jaw, down the side of your neck, slow and unhurried, like she had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it. Your fingers tightened against her back, a quiet moan slipping out of you that you didn't bother holding in.

“Ji—” you pulled off her fingers with a pop, but whatever you meant to say got lost somewhere between her name and the way she hummed against your skin in response.

“Shh, baby..” she kissed down your clothed body, her arms going to your sides to grope at the covered skin. You bit your lip, unconsciously going to push her head further down, almost impatiently.

“Can i take it off?” she looked up at you, knees probably bruising on the hardwood floor, she didn’t care, atleast not right now. You nodded and that’s all she needed.

You lifted your hips up for her and she slowly took off your shorts, dropping them to your ankles, she looked at the wet patch on your underwear, and then back up at you— her face said it all.

“Shut up.” you bit back.

“What? i haven’t even said anything.”

“Just shut up.”

“It’s cute, i swear.” she smiled as she took both of your knees, spreading your legs, she ran two fingers onto the wet patch, your hips bucked forward.

“Fuck, Y/N.” she smirked as she shuffled your underwear off you, slow, deliberate, almost as if she wanted to savor the moment, your body being something so sacred to her.

She might’ve cummed on the spot at the sight of your cunt, she looked away, swallowing hard, the heat rushing from her face to down her neck and chest.

“What? don’t tell me you’re backing out now, Hyo?” you teased, biting your lip, the breeze from the lack of closed drew goosebumps to your skin.

You didn’t need any kind of warmth though. You needed her warmth.

“Shut up.” she bit back, holding on to one of your thighs for support as she spread your folds, going to your clit and rubbing it in figure eights, applying the slightest amount of pressure onto it, “Is this good, baby?”

She knew it was good, the way you naturally melted into her touch, almost as if you’ve been aching this for god knows how long, the adrenaline rushing to your brain, your mouth feel open, noises falling out. You closed your eyes.

She giggled, “That’s it, mami.” she applied the tiniest bit of extra pressure, spreading you open with her other hand to look at your hole, “Just let go for me, please.. You don’t know how much i’ve longed for this.” she huffed, her other hand going to press her ring and middle finger into you,—just the tip of her fingers— you clenched immediately onto them, almost sucking them in.

“I got you baby.” she finally pushed in with one swift motion, pumping her fingers in and out of your pussy, “You’re doing so good, you’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

You bit your lip hard, but the groan still came out, “My god, Jihyo, keep calling me that.”

“Yeah? you like getting praised?”

You nodded.

“I knew it.” she curled her fingers up, squelching filling the room, “Knew it from how much you’d ask for advice, tell me your goals. Just so you could hear me boast about how proud i am for you..” she pushed up and hit a spot in you that made you try and close your legs. She shoved them open

“Knew it from how much you’d ask me if you were doing good, you just wanted to hear me praise you, huh? You like that?” she smirked, speeding up the pace of her thrusts. Hands on your clit adding slight more stimulation.

You whined, pout on your lips and you bucked your hips forward with every thrust, pushing her fingers knuckle deep into your pussy. “Fucks sake, Hyo.”

“Call me baby.”

“Hm?”

“Be a good girl and call me baby.”

You groaned as she removed her fingers rubbing your clit and replaced it with her tongue. “Oh—Mmph.. Baby… shit!”

Jihyo’s eyes rolled back and she groaned, her tongue sucking gently on your clit as she pumped deeper.

Your noises rose an octave, she knew she was doing well, she knew you were close to climaxing.

“You’re close baby? You gonna cum good for me, huh?”

You nodded.

She hit your thigh lightly, “Say it. Say you need to cum.”

“Jihyo—Baby, ugh… I need to cum, i wanna cum.”

“Cum for me, be a good fucking girl and make a mess on me.”

She kept the pace, earning your orgasm, she drew it out, making sure you get all the stimulation you deserve.

And as you finally came down, she smirked, going up to kiss you, “You okay?.”

You panted, you couldn’t form any words.

The iPad sat forgotten on the desk, the Pinterest board still open, the deadline still looming three months out.

Neither of you cared, not right now.

“Hey,” she mumbled eventually, voice thick with the edge of sleep, “you still stressed about the designs?”

You huffed a quiet laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Not even a little.”

❝𝘰𝘰𝘩, 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 ‘𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦. 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, 𝘰𝘰𝘩, 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪’𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳.❞

──── ( 🎲 ) mina has always been the shy one—quiet touches, hesitant words, eyes dropping first—but one day she surprises you by taking the lead, voice steadier and smile more confident as she gently flips the dynamic between you, leaving you stunned by how powerful it feels to see her step forward, determined to stop hiding and finally claim what she wants.

𝓟aring. mean dom!girlfriend!myoui minax sub!girlfriend!fem reader.

𝓒ontent 𝓦arnings. clit play, cunnilingus, degradation, dirty talk, hair pulling, humiliation, multiple orgasms, pet names, praise, scissoring, squirting.

𝓦ord 𝓒ount. 1,9k.

𝓜asterlist.

and then nayeon becomes reader's tutor and they get really close

but then during a school proj, reader gets close with another random guy and nayeon gets pissed :D

and smut pls LOL

thx i love your fics sm <3

mean, median, mine 𓂃⋆.˚

im nayeon x fem reader

warnings: tutor!nayeon, alcohol use, drunk confession, jealousy, fingering, oral sex

wc: 3.7k

a/n: thank u darling 💜🪽 this request had me giggling while writing (,,>﹏<,,) hope i served it properly. requests are open ❤︎

being tutored by Nayeon was supposed to fix your grades—not ruin her cool⋆˚꩜｡

Well, guess who's (kinda) back again! :)

Hi, babies! I don't know, it took me five months to give birth to this so if you notice that the pattern of writing changes from time to time... give me a break pls I TRIED OKAY 😭 Anyway... I hope ya'll enjoy it. Love y'all!!!! 💖💖💖

cw: porn with little plot, switch4swicth, possessive behaviour, cunnilingus, fingering, strapon, lots of biting and marking, mentions of anal sex, spitting, etc. not actually proofread

Another argument ensued, this time Sana was really pissed off and it was your fault.

“I just can’t understand how the hell you keep forgetting to put on your wedding band!” She exclaimed for the hundredth time, massaging her temples.

Your head hung low, being scolded by her was something you never got used to, just like using a wedding band.

“I know and I am sorry” You pouted. It’s been three years of marriage and you still haven’t got used to it. Taking it off to cook or to apply lotion was something you did so naturally that putting it back on was something you often forgot. 

“You are always sorry” She said, a bit less irritated, sitting on her side of the bed. “You know what? Do what you wanna do…” She laid down, turning her back to you. “If nobody’s gonna know we are married I see no point as to why we had a ceremony anyway” You could hear how hurt she was, but those words hurt you too. Not only because your marriage was the best thing that you’ve ever had, but because you seem to be losing her for the stupidest reason ever.

You see, Sana was impossibly possessive of you. Not jealous, possessive. She needed to let everyone know you were hers since day one, proposing to you basically on day two of you two together. Getting married was the ultimate possessive move in her mind and she needed everyone to know you were well married to her.

And she happened to have the same idea as you, going to the grocery store to buy wine as you went to pick up some more ingredients for you to cook something for her, not noticing that she was looking at you from afar when someone tried to hit on you.

“I am married” You coldly said, not looking at the man by your side as you picked up some broccoli. 

“I see no ring” He said and you rolled your eyes, ready to talk back when you felt an arm wrapping around your waist like a snake.

“That’s because my wife is quite forgetful” She looked at him with disgust. “Now, if you’ll excuse us,” She pulled you away, not even looking at you the whole way home.

So that’s where the two of you stood when you woke up the other morning.

“It’s like you don’t wanna seem married” She told you once you two had freshened up. 

“That’s not something in my mind at all” You pleaded with tears beaming in your eyes. “I’ll change, believe me” You hugged your wife from behind, but she stood so still it seemed like you were hugging a statue. 

“Yeah, you’ve been telling me the same thing for the past three years” Her voice was cold, like it was someone else talking for her. 

And that’s how it went for the following couple of weeks. 

It was agonizing to say the least how distant she felt. She was there physically, but that was it. Even though you wore your wedding ring literally every second of your day, she still wasn’t buying it at all. 

“Look, I’ve got my nails done today” You showed her your left hand and she nodded, staring straight at the shiny metal.

“That’s great, my love” She said, still not the happiest. 

“I’m wearing my wedding band too, look” You put your hand right on her face and she sighed. She sighed.

“I see” In a still weirdly distant way she pulled your hand to her lips to kiss it. “I wanna know until when” You pouted. Apologizing wouldn’t do any good anymore, besides, you’ve done it a thousand times already.

“I feel like you’d brand me if you could” You protested.  

It was like you could literally see the thought speeding through her mind as her brown eyes darkened just a little. 

“Don’t give me any fun ideas, darling” Her sultry voice hit you like a brick. Oh, that did something to you.  ♡

“I’ll show how deserving I am of your forgiveness” You matched her tone, watching her jaw clench and her hand squeeze yours just a little. 

Your wife was still there, even after all the mental strain you’ve put her through, even after all the heated arguments about it. And you were going to get her back. 

xxxx

You thought a lot. Literally branding yourself would be way too painful and unsafe since you did your research on the topic, so you decided on something less damaging to your skin. 

It was the day of the party her boss was throwing, the dress code was a cocktail, everything inside the normal. Sana didn’t say anything about it anymore but was getting more comfortable and less attacking when it came to your forgetful nature. 

You wore a mid red dress that exposed your back just enough to make your wife and a lot of other people go insane - not that you cared about anyone but her, of course. 

“Baby, can you put on this necklace for me, please?” You softly said and she came to your rescue. She wore a strapless dress and her hair was in a low bun as expensive jewelry adorned her beautiful face and neck. 

Sana bit her lip when she saw you, hands immediately touching your waist to bring her front to your naked back.

“You look beautiful” She inhaled your scent and that alone made you tremble as her nose touched your shoulder and her hands squeezed your hips even closer. Since the last argument you two barely touched each other, especially intimately.

“Sana… the necklace” You said, trying to regain composure. She smiled, reaching for the clasp when she finally looked at it in the mirror.

Her name in the most delicate calligraphy hung on your chest. 

Her eyes shifted from surprised to pleased as her left hand immediately went for your throat, a dangerous smile forming on that exceptionally sculpted face.

“What are you up to?” She squeezed it, her lips dangerously close to your ear, her clothed cunt humping your ass just enough to get you on fire. 

“Mhm” You rolled your eyes when she kissed your neck from behind, her long nails tracing your back to scratch them. “I told you I’d be worthy of your forgiveness” You said, even though her hand was still squeezing your throat. 

She groaned, her right hand lifting your dress to pull your panties to the side, knowing damn well you were wet. When she was about to push her fingers in you reached for her wrist to stop her.

“Baby, no” You managed to turn around in her embrace, her lips searching for yours as an instinct. “We gotta go…” 

“Fuck that party” She kissed your neck, leaving a pink stain on it because of her lipstick. “I need to have you now” She pulled you into her, already trying to get you to sit on the sink but you managed to stop her. 

“I want people to see me and to know I’m all yours” You breathed out against her lips, battling your own need to be touched. “I want you to know that I would do anything in my power not to lose you” Your lips touched hers, your tongue slightly grazing her bottom lip and making her eyes darken. The memories of your tongue on her made her mind spin. 

Sana’s forehead rested against yours as she took a deep breath. 

“You have no idea how much I enjoy when you do this, when you show everyone that you are mine” It was a whisper. Although it sounded just horny, it wasn’t. It was relief. “Let’s go, then” She kissed your lips, glancing at the necklace with a victorious smile on her lips. “My party begins when we get home…” She held your chin between her slender fingers, staring into your eyes. 

Mesmerized, you could do nothing but nod and follow her out after getting your make up fixed by her real quick. 

The party went as company parties usually go: tipsy people trying to mingle, trophy wives left and right shaking each other’s hands as their husbands stare at other women, gossip, drunk people embarrassing themselves… 

You spent the whole night practically glued to her side, smiling and talking to everyone who approached her, her name glimmering on your chest under the lights. People stared at you two in awe. Not only because of your beauty, but because of this certain power you two exuded, charming everyone in your way.

“I’m going to get myself something other than champagne at the bar. Do you want something?” You whispered in her ear, staring at her lips for a second longer than necessary as she denied with her head.

“Don’t go far” Her eyes scanned your body and you smiled. 

“I won’t leave your sight” Your voice ringed in her ears and the way her eyes darkened made your whole body shiver for a second. You gave her a quick peck on the cheek and off you went to find something else to drink. 

You were chatting with the bartender as he made you a piña colada, the atmosphere fun and hot as you thought of getting home with your wife and doing everything you were planning. 

Suddenly you felt someone’s hand on your naked back, turning around almost instantly as you thought it was Sana. Your smile dropped when you realized a woman was smiling at you. She was quite pretty, but touching your naked back so intimately felt off.

“Do I know you?” You tried not to be alarming, but the question itself made it very clear you didn’t like that. 

“Oh, sorry” You saw her eyes flicker with something closer to desire. “I am Momo. I was looking at you from the other side of the dance floor and thought to myself I should talk to you” You just raised your eyebrows, turning back to the bartender who kept staring ahead as if trying to mind his own business. “You won’t even get to tell me your name?” She spoke over the chatting.

You turned back to her, pointing to your chest as not only your wedding band glimmered, but your wife’s name too. 

“Sana? Is that your name?” She bit her lower lip, staring at your chest.

“That’s my wife’s name” You saw her raise both of her eyebrows mockingly. 

“Wouldn’t it be better for her to brand you already?” She told you and that made you smile. 

“I told her that and she told me not to give her any fun ideas” You leaned closer to say that, when you finally felt the right pair of hands circling your waist from behind. 

“Hirai” Sana called, a hint of danger in that pretty voice of hers.

“Mrs. Minatozaki” Momo bowed respectfully. “I was chatting with this lovely young lady right here, but she didn’t get to tell me her name” Her eyes focused on Sana’s, an innocent expression on her face as you could see her dumb little expression as she realized Sana was your wife. 

“You only need to know my wife’s name” You said, voice dripping with a mix of alcohol, venom and faux sympathy. “And please, don't call me young lady” 

You felt Sana’s hands grip harder on your waist as she hid her little chuckle. 

“Oh, she knows my name…” She said. “And she knows the Japanese branch has a lot of respect for me” You saw the woman’s eyes widen just a little. 

“That is definitely true, ma’am” She bowed. “Bye bye, enjoy the party” She said, leaving as quickly as she showed up. 

Sana didn’t even wait for your drink, pulling you by the arm to sneak out to the nearest dark corner of that place to push you against the cold wall. She kissed your lips, pushing her hips to meet yours, neediness seeping through your bodies as you two tangled in each other. Teeth, saliva and sweat mixing together. 

“You’re mine” She bit your lower lip, her nails scratching your hips. 

“All yours” You bit her shoulder and she moaned in your ear, humping your thigh. 

“Let’s get out of here, I need to fuck you or else I might explode” She practically growled, biting your neck. 

And off you went without saying goodbye to anyone, holding back the urge to jump on each other to avoid the prying eyes of the taxi driver. With your head on her shoulder, you turned to her just enough for her to hear your whiny little self telling her you were too turned on to wait. Sana kissed your forehead, caressing your hair in a dangerously slow motion. 

“You’ll get what you want at home” was all she said. 

You couldn’t wait for her to close the door of your apartment, pressing your body against hers and your mouth to hers as well. 

“I miss you so much” You bit her bottom lip, yearning for her touch as she rolled her eyes, pleasure and pain intertwined in her. “Please, tell me I’m forgiven” You kept nibbling all over her chest, uncomfortably wet. 

“Maybe you are” She smiled. You knew you were. Sana is not the kind of person to play pretend when it comes to these things. Pouting, you got down on your knees, hands holding her waist. 

Your eyes beamed with unshed tears and hers with this glint of dominance and a little bit of insanity. She caressed your hair, memorizing every single detail she could. 

“Do you know how pretty you look when you’re desperate like this?” Her fingers locked themselves on your hair, pulling you closer to her cunt. “Put your tongue out” She demanded and you immediately did as she told you. 

She pushed her underwear to the side, her wet sex glistening just a few centimeters away from your tongue. You tried to dive in but the hand on your head stopped you, a wicked smile on your wife’s beautiful lips. 

“How much do you want it?” Her usually soft tone was low, mocking. 

“I-I don’t want it…” You cried out. “I need it, please” You tried to dive in again. “Let me please you” 

“Why should I?” You held her gaze. It was heavy, but inviting. Warm.

“Because I need you to understand that I would do anything, change anything, just to be with you forever” Her eyes softened and the grip on your hair was let loose, the right hand that held you so tightly was now caressing your head. “I love you” You kissed her thigh, very close to her pulsing cunt.

“You make me melt when you do this” Her voice was hoarse, as if speaking was hard for her at that moment. 

Without saying anything else Sana climbed on your face, her warm arousal touching your tongue made you feel incredibly lightheaded. Both of you moaned. She held your head with both hands, pushing your face harder and harder against her pussy, lust making you both forget you were literally by the front door doing all that. 

“Fuck, baby” Her legs almost gave up on supporting her when your lips and tongue focused solely on her hard clit as your hands firmly gripped her thighs. 

You were on fire, in a trance. Your own arousal seeping through your underwear was completely ignored by your will to eat your wife out. You could hear her cursing and moaning above you, but the only thing you could register was her juices spilling on your tongue and chin, dripping down the front of your dress as she trembled above you, biting her lips with her eyes closed. She didn’t stop, her hips moving faster to prolong her climax, her eyes now staring into your hazy, lust filled ones.

Sana immediately got off of your face, straddling your waist to lick your chin, your lips. Sloppy and demanding, her perfectly manicured nails sinking in your cheeks to pull you closer as much as she possibly could. Pushing you to the floor whilst kissing you, her hands immediately started peeling the wet dress off of you, her lewd expression only getting worse by each little bit of skin that was revealed. She drank your image like it was the most savory wine in the galaxy. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous” She ripped her own dress off of her, mouth latching onto your skin with force. Biting down on your stomach, nails sinking on your sides to form thin red lines as she dragged them across it, the animalistic growls that surfaced from such poised person were incredibly satisfactory.

“My love, please…” You cried out when she propped herself between your legs, biting with force a big chunk of your inner thigh, almost drawing blood. 

She kept doing that over and over again, the smell of your arousal making her mind bounce all over the place as her left thumb found its way rubbing circles on your clit through your drenched underwear. You clenched and unclenched uncontrollably, the weeks of pent up frustration obviously adding to the already phenomenal sensations your wife caused. 

“Don’t hold back your moans” Sana said, kissing your clit over the underwear that was still on the way, much to your dissatisfaction. “If you take them away from me I’ll punish you” She pulled your underwear with full force, taking a big whiff of it as you watched in awe, breathing heavily. Her pupils were blown and you couldn’t recall the last time your wife looked so pissed off. You knew the reason why you were being marked up was because of your lack of attention and that Sana needed that moment to reclaim you, so you’d take whatever she wanted you to. 

You owed her that. 

The moment her tongue found your slit you couldn’t see or hear anything. You felt as if the world was nothing but a big void with white lights hitting your face, warmth spreading from your pulsing sex to your chest and neck. Sana was quite literally drinking every bit of arousal that flowed out of your slit, sucking your clit with might right afterwards.

Moans flowed out of your throat as your hands tried to find anything other than her hair to hold onto, you didn’t wanna hurt her. Sana made you ride the lower half of her face with both hands grasping your thighs and her nails sinking on your flesh like a hawk holding its prey. 

“San-” You tried to say something, anything, but that agonizing feeling of being on the verge of an orgasm took over you and you ended up just screaming for her. Your gentleness long gone as you covered her hand with yours, squeezing as hard as you could.

She circled your slit with her free hand, careful so her long nails wouldn’t scratch you on the way, inserting one finger and making your legs shake uncontrollably as she kept sucking your clit. Your walls squeezed her sole finger and you could practically hear her growl against your skin.

“Fucking hell” She kept watching her finger disappear inside your wet folds. “This won’t do…” Taking it off, she took it to your lips to make you taste yourself. “I can’t fuck you properly with these fucking nails on” She rolled her eyes, pulling you in for a searing kiss. “Let’s go upstairs…” You two got up, not leaving each other’s lips for even one second. Kissing, biting, scratching each other, grinding on each other’s thighs. 

You threw her on the bed as soon as you two stepped in your bedroom, her naked back facing you, ass and legs hanging from it.

“Am I forgiven?” You slapped her ass, kneeling right behind it; her pretty parts dripping and red. It looked like a blossoming flower.

“Put yourself to work and I might tell you” She looked back just enough to watch you kiss her skin. Smiling, she bit her lip. “See? You can be a good girl”

Sana rolled her eyes when your tongue met her center, your hands gripping her thighs to pull her in so you could fuck her slit with your tongue as your chin repeatedly hit her engorged clit. 

“Oh, fuck…” She held your head, pressing your face between her legs, her whole body vibrating because of the orgasm she previously had as she bit the covers, gripping the sheets. You didn’t know for how long she held you in that position, you just knew that you were suffocating and it felt good. 

When she finally let go, you kept lapping up and down on her holes, her cute little whimpers not failing on getting you all worked up again. Her lust for you growing to the point of insanity. 

You got up, covering her body with yours. You knew how Sana loved to be smothered under you like that. You kissed her sweaty temple as she panted, trying to recover. 

“I love you” Your voice sounded hoarse. You kept kissing her sweaty skin, the taste of salt and longing lingering on your lips. “I can’t imagine myself without you” You could feel her smile. 

In a burst of strength she pushed you off of her, flipping you two around and getting between your thighs. Sana held your wrists above your head, looking from your face to your chest to her name on the chain. She leaned down to kiss it, then your cleavage, going up to your neck, jaw and then your lips. You lightly humped up, that position being perfect to make both of you feel pleasure. 

“Shit” She closed her eyes for a moment, shuddering. “I am too sensitive for this, baby” She nipped on your jaw, pushing herself off of you to fetch for something on the nightstand. “But this…” She showed you the 8 inch dildo, already sliding into the harness. 

Her eyes lit up when you plopped in front of her to kiss her thighs, smiling up at her as your swollen lips met the tip of the fake shaft with a small little kiss; not shy, just temptive. You heard Sana’s hum as her right hand went straight to the top of your head to pet it, guiding your movements as you opened your mouth to welcome her cock. 

You swallowed it with difficulty due to its length and girth and that made your wife growl in response, the end of the thing brushing lightly against her sensitive clit as you started bobbing your head with more will. Sana rolled her eyes, fully fucking your face as she bit her lower lip watching the tears roll down your face. 

“Put it in me, please” You said, struggling to breathe. She bit her lip, her eyes lighting up devilishly.

“Uhm… I don’t know about that” Your breath hitched. Your whole body was tingling. 

“I need you in me” you said, this time taking two of your fingers to her slit, surprising her. 

“What-” Confusion overtook her when suddenly you pushed your fingers inside her, pumping them in and out just enough to gather her wetness on them. 

You slid your hand up and down the fake cock, a cocky smile on your lips. 

“Please, fuck me with your slick” It wasn't a request, it was an invitation. You knew she was going to give you the exact reaction you were hoping for. 

Sana threw you on the bed, your legs immediately spreading to welcome her in your drenched sex. She roughly kissed you, both panting on each other's lips as she straightened her back and held your ankles, getting on her knees with the tip of it resting over your swollen clit. She eyed you like a hawk, scanning your beautiful skin filled with bite marks.

“You are mine, aren’t you?” She rolled her hips, grazing your engorged clit. 

“More than I am my own” You breathed out, guiding the tip of her cock to your slit to sink on it just a little. Usually Sana would scold you for your impatience, but she decided to let it slide. She wanted you to show how bad you wanted her and you were giving her exactly that. 

Nothing else was said. She pushed her hips all the way in, watching your beautiful face contort in pleasure as your eyes rolled far back. She didn’t give you any time to adjust, hips rolling with might right away. 

“Beautiful” She kissed you, licking your chin; the force of her thrusts pushed your entire body up and down on the bed. You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t think of anything other than how she filled you so well. “This pussy is mine” She grabbed your chin, biting your lower lip. There was a time you thought you shouldn’t enjoy being handled so roughly… Now you feel joy whenever she does it. Especially when you can see and feel all the bruises your wife gives you. They are your special little treats. 

“Fuck, Sana” You felt the warm tears drip down your cheeks, gasping for air when she grabbed your waist to keep fucking your warm hole with full force, using you as a fleshlight. 

“Aw, I think you’re coming for me” She cooed, faux sympathy over your tears. Bouncing you on her cock, she spat on your clit to roughly pinch it. 

That made you see stars, coming so hard you felt your whole body tense up, making it almost impossible for her to keep moving. You had chills all over your body, trembling like there was no tomorrow as she moved away a little to observe your whole figure. Your breasts, stomach, thighs… everything marked up. Everything except for your back. Without further notice she flipped you over, spreading your ass to spit on your asshole. She hoped on your thighs with her knees one on each side of it, the big cock still stretching your cunt.

“I’m fucking your ass when I’m done with this tight pussy of yours” She said in your ear, biting your shoulder from behind and making you cry out with that idea. 

Sana kept biting your back little by little, moving her hips in a circular motion as your muscles started to relax again, the agony of being touched after a strong orgasm slowly giving place to more pleasure. You kept  incoherently babbling, telling her how much you missed her, encouraging her to brand you all over. 

She got between your legs again, pushing your knees apart to hold your hips. Watching her cock disappear in you made her growl like an animal, the ring of cum in it making the sight even more enjoyable. 

“Sana, oh my-” You tried to say something, but that position was making her hit your gspot just right.

“Fucking hell…” She sped up, picking up pace. “All mine to ruin” It was all too much for her. Your stretched pussy, your beautiful ass, your back full of hickeys, your moans and your little trembling self under her like that… “Fuck- I’m coming” You two screamed at the same time, coming together. You muffled your cries on the sheets, squirting all over her lower half and on the bed as Sana’s own arousal dripped from her slit. 

She fell forward, almost passing out over your trembling body. The waves of arousal hitting you in a way that made your body jolt from time to time, making it difficult to even breathe. She hugged your body impossibly closer, kissing the back of your neck and smelling your hair. You two stayed impossibly quiet, the only sounds in the bedroom being your breath and hers. 

“You are forgiven” She finally took off the cock from inside of you, slipping the harness from herself too. In a swift motion she pulled you to lie on top of her, your cheek resting over her shoulder to look at her face. 

“Thank you” You whispered, tracing her face with your fingers, heart beating fast because of the relief those three words brought you. You touched the little bump on her nose, tracing her lips next as she kissed your fingertips. “There’s no me without you, Sana” She smiled, eyes beaming with tears. 

“Likewise, my dearest” She kissed your forehead, then your lips. “Now I need to fuck your ass” She bit your lip and that made you laugh. 

“No fucking way, it’s 5 am!” You stared onto your phone screen. 

“So??” She tried to get on top of you again, but you didn’t let her move. 

“So? Honey, you literally fucked every ounce of strength I had left!” She gave you the biggest pout ever, closing her eyes and dramatically turning her face to the side.

☆ | title ; “so it goes…” — Taylor Swift

☆ | description ; sana just thinks you’re so pretty.

☆ | content ; fluff, smut, mention of sana as reader’s sugar mommy but it’s mostly joking, uuuhhhhh what else do i put here

☆ | notes ; first time ever writing smut guys i have no clue what came over me… anyway ill make like an intro post later on when i have time i js wanted to get this out

☆ | word count ; 3.1k

can we get a 'Jihyo coming home after touring for a long time and makes out with reader in the doorway then sloppily brings her to the bed while kissing' hot passionate smut pls

if u can 😭💘

loved ur smuts btw

the sea and sailor one hurts but heals at the same time omfg I LOVE ur fics

-🎀

₊˚⊹ᰔ CRAVING

𖦹 pairing . park jihyo x fem! reader

synopsis . you've missed jihyo dearly while she's been gone, and clearly? the feeling is mutual.

⟢ content . smut. passionate sex. hungry sex. semi-dry humping. fingering. detailed makeouts. clit stimulation. cunnilingus. I love lesbians. basically pure smut with minimal plot.

notes . hi again anon!!!!!!!! happy to do this req! :3

tzuyu & fem!reader // FILTH so minors dni

“i need you to take this like a good girl”

tzuyu’s anything but rough, but with the way you gasp and arch against her as she stretches you out with her strap, she’s definitely someone that knows how to ruin you

“can my pretty princess do that for me?”

your eyes try to focus only on her face, you really do, but you can’t help but look at the way she’s pushing into you. the way she’s making you break under her and making you into a mess

“baby you’re dripping” tzuyu coos, her hands playing with your sensitive tits. twisting, pinching and pulling them while her hips press and grind you down till you can’t stop your whimpers

your hands grip her shoulders tighter as she leans down to kiss you, trying to silence your whimpers that are getting louder

“shhh baby they might hear you” she whispers, her members just outside at the living room watching a movie, totally oblivious to what you two can be doing

“it’s so hard” you weakly reason with her, her hips not stopping the grinding motions that make you brain turn into mush “so hard when you make me feel so good”

“that’s the goal princess” tzuyu’s hands moving down to grip your hips as she slowly starts to pull out then snap it back in “want my lovely princess to feel so so good”

the pace is anything but slow, your hips making a slapping sound each time and it makes your head dizzy with want. the want to make more sounds and the want to show the world how good your girlfriend loves to ruin you

tzuyu can tell how you’re getting desperate to moan louder than your pathetic whimpers and gasps. she would love to hear more but with the members outside, she can’t have you making any more noise that would drive her unnies to ruin your time together.

“baby” tzuyu calls out, snapping you out of your daze, and presenting her neck and shoulders finally bare of clothing “bite me”

you don’t need to be told twice. you bring her closer and bite the skin connecting the shoulder and neck. you can hear the gasps she makes as you suck and bite any inch of skin you can get your hands on, barely giving a single flying fuck if these leave any marks on her skin.

as you bite and suck, your hands automatically find a way on her back, leaving stretches that send her body to finally fuck you faster and harder. her hips on autopilot as the occasional growls gets past her lips from her ears picking up how wet you can get

“close” you whimper close to her ear, thighs shaking from how much you’re trying to hold back your orgasm, knowing to not cum yet without her permission

you don’t have to wait anyway, as she moves her hand toward your clit, rubbing in tight small circles that makes your body spam

“cum” tzuyu demands as she kisses you to muffle your moans “cum for me and only me”

you can barely register your own orgasm, only registering your girlfriend’s giggles as she helps you ride it out. the sheets soaked and her skin tainted with bite marks, red angry scratches and hickeys.

“if i knew this is how i get you to squirt then i should have done it sooner” tzuyu kisses you slow and pulls out the strap, tossing it to the side before letting your bodies melt together.

“mmmmm now you know” despite the minimal noise you made, you can still feel your throat drying up “now how will we get water from the kitchen without your members noticing?”

“mmmmmmm we can kick them out” tzuyu grins before you weakly slap her arm “what? this is our apartment”

“we’ll kick them out tomorrow afternoon, you know how some of them will suffer a hangover anyway” you hum as she starts to kiss your neck

mina & 10th member!reader // fluff + smut

no you did not know why you were awake at midnight and in the company's practice room again. all you knew that because you were there at that godly hour, you ended up creating more dances that you didn't need to know instead of sleeping the night away to rest

you didn't care, you loved the way your muscles burned throughout the dance and your shouts and bursts of energy when a good song pops through the speakers that makes you want more. so it was fine you suppose

what made it better was that mina was also there with you, just beat tired from the amount of dancing and practice you both had the entire day with the group

while mina had better flow and dance than you [the others would complain that it was false but you saw how she moved her abs like that and you can't lie] you had better stamina and flexibility. both of you had followed this routine of you dancing till you were finally tired and mina would drag you home to rest

"y/n/n" mina groaned from the couch and looked at you "until when will your body handle this amount for dancing, it feels like you've been running our entire concert routine"

"five-huff-more songs unnie I promise" you barely got the sentence finished before you heard another groan

"I love you, I really do, but I do want to stay in bed soon baby" mina pouted "don't deprive me from my games love! i promise to even teach you how to play shooter games"

you giggle at her pouting at you to let her play her games at her pc. yes she loves you enough to drag you home before overdoing your dancing but she would also like to go home and play

"alright alright" you give in to her pouting and went to switch to the last song "I'll do one last and we'll head back home"

mima cheers from the couch and you laugh at how cute she looks, before turning around to face the mirror to execute your favorite self made choreographed dance

anytime I'm alone, I can't help thinking about you

all I want, all I need, honestly, is just me and you

he giving me that good shit

that make me not quit, that good shit

he giving me that good shit

that make me not quit, that good shit

you loved the way this song made you feel, how power was just coursing through you through every move you made. each line bringing out more of your true unrestrained desire when it comes to dance, with each move willing to leave someone watching in a trance

you know it does with the way mina's eyes stays on you with a burning gaze. it made you want to do please her more

oh he give it to me

everyday, everyday, everyday

oh he'd give it to me

everyday, everyday, everyday

oh he'd give it to me

everyday, everyday, everyday

oh he'd give it to me

everyday, everyday, everyday

you feel a pair of hands tug on your shirt and suddenly you come face with mina. she followed suit on the dance that you loved to do every time you had to stay behind to burn off your energy, making her know every part of the dance by simple watching you do it over and over again

then something shifted

over the rest of the song, you would feel her hands get dangerously close to your ass and breasts while yours would roam around her arms and abs. each move bringing you both to see the brewing tension that has been happening for a while now

when it was at the end of the song, mina had pinned you against the couch and had started kissing you senseless, with little to no space between your bodies

"minari" you whimpered out the moment you felt her hands go under your shirt and roam around dangerously "oh god unnie wait hold on-hmphh!"

"so cute" she mumbles in between the kisses "so fucking cute god"

"mina" you push her away slightly and it takes a good amount of strength to not kiss her again "home please"

not wanting to lose more time, you both hurriedly get back to the your dorm. the rest of the of the maknae line opting to have a sleepover with namosa leaving you with a perfectly empty place for you to get loud

you didn't even get past the kitchen area when mina drags you to your room with such excitement. it makes you want to giggle with how she looked. it looked like she was eager to play some games with you ready to break your sleep schedule again

the only reason you didn't is that she immediately got you under her on the bed and started kissing you senseless, picking off where both of you left off

you could feel the way she was eager to get you off and make you scream with the eager bites along your neck and the grip of her hands on your thighs. it didn't mind you one bit, as you were also eager to worship her as a goddess with the way your hands gripped her shoulders and legs locking her in to keep her close to you

"y/n/n" mina was getting impatient, her hands tugging on your shirt to take it off "clothes off, want to feel you more"

so you started removing all of your clothing and her's with eagerness and kisses shared in between, not wanting to spend a single second too far away with each other

with no more clothing between you, mina starts kissing, licking and biting all over your body, leaving small marks along the areas of your skin that you could hide well from the public eye. she gets bolder with her actions with each whimper, gasp and moan that you make

"minari" you moan out, grasping her shoulders as she leaves more marks along your thighs "inside please"

"as you wish my love" she can't say no to you, so she starts getting you warmed up by licking you up right away. her tongue trying to get as much in as possible while she brings one of her hands to rub your clit with small tight circles

then when she hears you moans starting to get louder, she starts to add in fingers to the mix, two getting inside of you earning a loud moan from you

then she doesn't stop, she let's loose on fucking you so good that you would finish feeling your body hurt good

"oh god oh fuck it's so fucking good–oh fuck" you cry out as she starts to gain and maintain a fast pace with no intention of stopping "oh fuck I think I'm going to cum–oh fuckkk–"

"cum for me" mina moans and starts suck on your clit that sends your eyes rolling back "I want to taste you so badso please fucking cum for me"

you cry out as you do, feeling her satisfied hum as she tastes you against her mouth. it's still not over though, as she then redoubled her efforts to make you cum again and your thighs start to shake against the sensitivity

"m-mina I'm getting–hmph–fucking sensitive–ah!" you moan out but made no attempt to move away from her. your hips starting to rise up and grind on her face to get more pleasure

"want to ruin you" she stops eating you out but still let's her fingers continue and adding one more to fill you up even more "want you shaking for me because you're mine baby, all mine to ruin"

she's smirking and you know the night wasn't over yet with the way she curls her fingers inside you making your mind short circuit

it's fine, you didn't want to do anything in the morning anyway. the aching back and legs sounds like a "in the morning problem" that can easily be remedied with mina's cuddles, kisses and a good brunch

misamo & fem!reader // filth so minors dni

“you know better than to move sweet girl, now stay still”

when you agree to your girlfriends to a bet, you knew better than to push it to the limits. you knew that your girlfriends are the competitive kind, the one that can leave you wondering what dormant devil lies underneath them

you still however lost the bet, and that’s why when one of them enters the room, you wonder if this is where they will start getting their reward.

“good morning my princess!” sana smiles, her energy always unmatched in the morning “i brought you some coffee down the block to start this friday morning”

“thank you sweetheart” you don’t argue when she sits on your lap, and starts kissing you, giggling in between the kisses “don’t you have to go to a photo shoot soon?”

“i do” sana’s hands grab the back of your neck to connect her into a more messy kiss “but my turn is still later this afternoon. i want to have fun with you first”

you work from home, staying cozy in your own makeshift office room, giving her a surge of confidence of what she wants to do. she moves her hands to unbutton your blouse before running them on your chest and tummy, lightly scratching her way down and going back up to do it again and again.

“so cute” sana is a meanie when it comes to teasing you, always managing to turn any of you into a stuttering mess “so fucking cute. gosh i love messing you up”

“sweetie” you’re head is spinning, but it’s still work hours and you’re pretty sure she might be late to work “sweetheart i have a meeting in 10”

“fine i’ll let you go” sana gives you another kiss and fixes your blouse, her hands tracing your fading marks on your neck and collarbone “but i expect good pictures later”

even if sana left to go to work, her teasing comes in form of texts that render your brain into mush in between those zoom meetings.

i miss you princess

i miss making you messy n all worked up for me :((

sweetheart you would be good girl and wait for us right?

you can only sigh and continue to work, as you weren’t allowed to touch yourself or do anything that will help you unless one of them is there

it was after your lunch break that you finally got what you needed

momo is one of the more, generous ones when it comes to bed. just let her hands roam everywhere on your body as she fucks you then it’s all good

“hi baby” you kiss her when she’s behind you, letting you tend to your work on your computer screen “how was work”

“missed you” she pouts, tugging you to your shared bedroom and unto the bed “do you have do some work?”

before you can even reply, she’s already kissing you, pinning you down and effectively trapping you there

“baby i still have to finish something” you try to complain but it falls on deaf ears as momo turns the kisses into a messy make out session

“don’t care” she mumbles while kissing you, her hands already disregarding both of your clothes “got to have you now”

you let her have you, in all ways that makes her happy and makes you feel good. her mouth everywhere on your body as you grip the sheets to keep yourself grounded. her hands playing with your clit, sending you shivering and moaning at the pleasure. her strap, her fucking goddamn strap, is ready and on her. so fucking ready to fuck you deep

“baby” you call out, thighs shaking as she plunges her fingers into you, preparing for what is about to come next “baby come on please”

“please what?” momo circles her tougne around your clit before sucking it, making you scream out in pleasure

“fuck! please just fuck me with your strap mommy!” you give in, already throwing out the rest of your dignity out the window

“that’s what i wanted to hear” momo pulls out her fingers before lining up the strap unto your pussy. she lets you grind unto it before slowly pushing it in

“you look so pretty like this” momo moans as she sinks down, the strap effectively stretching you out “you look so good being stretched out for me”

“mommy” you moan out, letting her hands play with your breasts as you bottom out on her strap “fuck mommy you feel so good”

“yeah?” momo grunts, starting out slowly to help you adjust with the feeling “feel so full don’t you pretty girl? so full of my cock”

that immediately goes straight to your brain as she starts to move a bit faster, her hips starting to gain a sense of rhythm that makes you melt against the sheets

“hngg–ugh–fuck!” you feel your hands twitch against you, seemingly wishing to grab onto momo. she notices it before you can even move

“nuh-uh baby” momo taunts, grabbing both of your hands and pinning it above you head “no touching remember?”

right, the whole reason why you lost the bet is because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself

“please” you beg as you begin to feel your thighs shake, your back arch, your “please mommy let me cum”

momo grins and starts to move at her fastest and hardest, slipping one of her hands to rub on your clit that sends you screaming

you let go loudly, sure that whoever your neighbors are, they can hear you and will probably file a complaint tomorrow. it takes you a full minute to even regain your focus on momo, who’s diligent to help you clean up and do some aftercare

“good job baby you did so good” momo coos and helps you come down from your high, rubbing her hands on your sides to help you calm down “so proud of you baby for taking me so well”

“thank you” you gasp, the amount of energy taken from you already showing its signs as your eyes start to close “cuddle with me at least?”

“always baby” momo wraps your arms around you, whispering soft nothings as you drift off into sleep

though it doesn’t take long for you to wake up again, when mina’s having the time of her life eating you out

“hmmph–m-mina” you call out, her eyes drinking you up as she sucks on your clit “hngg-oh g-gods why are you so–hng-fuck!–so good at that”

“hello my love” mina sing songs, inserting two fingers to replace her mouth “i think i’ll take my reward right now so be a good slut and take what i’ll give you”

mina is a lot of things and maybe that’s why she loves to make you feel a lot of things. first making you orgasm on her fingers, then on her thigh, then on her face and then now she’s pounding you down on the bed with her own strap.

so yeah she likes making you feel a lot of things, that’s why whenever you are with her, overstimulation is bound to happen.

“not enough” mina moans as she brings you up to your knees, and continues to fuck you, her arms helping you stay upright “i need you wailing and squealing for me”

“hngg-uggghhh-fuck!” your mind is nothing but a mess now, her dirty whispers and moans absolutely not helping you at all with this case

“that’s it” mina smirks as you continue you only let out moans and whimpers “that’s what i love to fucking hear”

mina’s thrusts sends you throwing your head back against her, the loud slapping echoing across the room that makes sana and momo drooling by the door

wait

sana and momo drooling by the door?

“fuck look at her” momo can’t take her eyes off the both of you, hypnotized by the way you beg mina to go harder with only broken moans “she’s taking mina so well”

“that’s not mina anymore” sana makes eye contact with mina, who smirks and makes a show of the new fresh marks she put on you “that’s sharon taking over”

“looks like we’ve got an audience” mina’s voice is nothing but mean and seductive that makes you almost weak on the knees “won’t you let them mark you up? hmm? will you be a good slut and let them play with you?”

you can’t even give a response before the other two join in the fun, their once shocked behavior replaced with a hunger of a predator that wants to play with their prey

momo is quick to latch unto your tits, her hands already all over your chest and tummy. sana prefers to messily kiss you, perfectly invading your senses and rendering you weak

“you look so good” sana praises you, even as the combined spit of both of you cover most of your jaw at this point “such a pretty obedient slut for us”

“fuck i can feel you shaking baby” mina pants, her thrusts not stopping even if her abs are burning “we need you to cum ok? just cum for us. make a fucking mess”

you don’t fully register it, but you were sure to give them what they want and more.

“good job sweetheart, you did such a good job” sana is quick to praise you, proud and a little bit shocked that you just squirted “let’s run you a bath hmm?”

“we’ll order some take out” momo kisses you softly, helping you melt in their arms “you did so good for us baby”

mina loves to tease dahyun, especially in the public because the younger is a big exhibitionist, she just never admits it. when the girls have schedules and are placed in the van, mina uses every chance she gets to move her hand way too close to dahyun’s core and rub her in all the ways that she shouldn’t.

“be a good girl and be quiet.”

dahyun would whimper, already soaked, feeling the heat grow.

“do you want me to take you right now, with the girls here? your favorite scene.” mina mocks, whispering into dahyun’s ear, which were already reddened.

dahyun shakes her head in denial, which only irritates mina more. “shaking your head? i never thought i’d need to teach you this lesson, dahyunie.”

mina moves to place dahyun on top of herself, glancing at nayeon who was sitting right next to her, who was sound asleep. she lifts dahyun’s checkered skirt and moves her undergarment apart with her finger, while her thumb circle in continuous motion.

dahyun could feel her legs grow weak, closing her eyes, biting her lips harshly. not long after she feels a sudden thrust into her. she quickly places her hand over her mouth, clenching the seat in front of her.

“awh, does that feel good sweetheart?”

dahyun doesn’t reply, she only focuses on not getting a sound out. but she feels hands wrapped around her neck, tightening it’s hold.

“not answering either? what have you become, you cockslut.”

dahyun only yelps out a ‘yes’ and how it feels so good before continuing to muffle her moans with each pump into her body.

as the pace fastened, the pale girl couldn’t help but let out a small moan. thankfully the van was asleep and the driver seemed to be too busy on the road but when dahyun opened her eyes, feeling the motion stop, mina’s face turns dark, eyes hazy as she shakes her head.

(Got long oops)

Dahyun and Mina were usually so gentle with each other, in and out of the bedroom. They spent long hours making love, whispering praises to each other. And they both were content with that. But lately, they felt like they needed to shake things up a little. After discussing it, they both agreed to trying a few new things out. A little roughness, some denial... maybe a little degradation. It all sounded interesting to them. They just hadn’t found the right time to get to it.

Luckily they didn’t wait long for the opportunity.

It wasn’t like Dahyun expected that boy (she couldn’t really be bothered to remember his name or what group he was from) come onto Mina like that. But he treaded just a tad bit too close for her liking. He shot her winks, brushed up against her hand, the works. Mina responded with all the niceties that were normal for the situation, but it still set Dahyun off, filing it in the back of her mind for later. Her little jealousy spike was subdued for the rest of the time, though, mingling with other girl group members before they had to leave.

And the moment they got home, Mina was in for it.