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Jisoo, more than any of the other girls, loved to dress Ha-eun up. You’d think it would be one of the others, maybe Jennie with her love of fashion, but even though she wished she could go shopping with Ha-eun like they were normal girls, she rarely bought things for the escort.

Jisoo, on the other hand, delighted in it. Almost every week there was some delivery arriving at the dorm that she’d ordered online for Ha-eun, and almost all of them were cutesy clothes; rompers, pastels and white, and babydoll dresses. Without needing much explanation, Ha-eun accepted it as one of the older girl’s quirks, chalking it up to her mommy kink. The clothes weren’t necessarily her style, but she was happy enough to play along. She knew it turned the older girl on when she dressed up in her clothes and went out, almost like a secret stamp of possession.

Which was another thing – even though it was usually impossible for her to indulge in this kink, Ha-eun was fairly sure that there was an exhibitionist streak in the idol. Not that she necessarily wanted to have sex in public; it was more like she wanted others to know that Ha-eun was hers in some way. It explained her enthusiasm for buying Ha-eun so many clothes and that remark she’d made that one time Ha-eun had gone to the studio and they’d made her crawl to the van behind them.

Shivering at the memories, Ha-eun bit her lip as she put the finishing touches on her makeup. It was probably stupid to put makeup on tonight, when she was sure it would end up a smeared mess all over her face, but with where they were going, and who she was going to be with, she just felt a little insecure about going barefaced.

Dabbing on a natural-looking lip tint that she knew wouldn’t smear, Ha-eun stepped back and looked over her appearance again. She was dressed in one of Jisoo’s gifts, a gorgeous pale pink number that probably cost more than her rent. It had an A-line skirt that puffed out almost like a tutu and ended right above her knee, and a strapless bodice, cinched in at the waist with a bow that rested over her stomach. Her hair was curled lightly and pinned back into a half-updo that had taken way more time (and almost burns) than she’d expected when watching the instruction video, and matching pink heeled pumps with slim ankle straps completed the look.

Well, not completely. Ha-eun picked up the slender collar that the girls had gifted her and buckled it around her neck, adjusting it so that the ring in the middle sat against her throat properly. She’d had to take the bell off to make it dinner-appropriate, but it still made the point nicely, she thought. And they’d gotten such a pretty one that it almost looked like a trendy choker, just a slightly edgy accessory. G-Dragon had certainly worn more adventurous items in his life, she figured, stroking the delicate leather with her fingertips.

Checking her phone, she saw that Jisoo was already waiting downstairs, and she hurried out of her room, grabbing her little purse as she went. “Bye, Han-bin! Be good and make sure you get to bed early!” she yelled at her brother, who was locked in his room doing God-knows-what. She checked once more that there was enough food for him – silly, really, since he’d all but taken over all the cooking in their home by now – then left.

Exiting her apartment building and coming down the short flight of steps to the street, she smiled when she saw the black Lexus parked outside her building. Sleek and luxe but still nondescript, it was the perfect vehicle for their date. She opened the back door and climbed in.

“Good evening, Jisoo-unnie,” she said, sliding closer to the older girl and trying her best to give the older girl a hug in the limited space available. She smiled and leaned in for the embrace, stretching one arm out to pat Ha-eun on the back. When Ha-eun settled back into her seat on the other side of the backseat, she gasped in surprise as she leaned forward, bracing herself on the back of the passenger seat. “Manager-oppa, you’re driving tonight? I thought you’d be off,” she greeted the manager, who was in the driver’s seat.

He smiled at her, making eye contact in the rearview mirror. “As if you two could be trusted to behave around a random driver,” he teased. Ha-eun giggled and blushed but didn’t deny his charge as she sank back into her seat. Reaching over, she took Jisoo’s hand in hers and squeezed it, smiling at the idol.

“You look really pretty tonight, unnie,” she praised the older girl, who smiled in acknowledgement and tugged on Ha-eun’s fingers so that she had to lean over slightly. Hooking her fingers in the collar, Jisoo closed the rest of the distance between them.

“You look good too, baby girl,” she breathed before pressing her lips against the escort’s.

Ha-eun’s breath escaped with a soft, sultry moan, as she slid her free arm over Jisoo’s shoulder, pulling the older girl closer. Their seatbelts inhibited their movements, however, and with a little huff of frustration, Jisoo shook her hand free from Ha-eun’s and used it to pop open the buckle on her seat belt, ignoring Ha-eun’s gasp of surprise as the belt whizzed past her ear and back to its spot beside the door.

A second later, between the combined efforts of the two girls, Ha-eun was half in Jisoo’s lap. Giggling, she wrapped her arms around the older girl’s neck and deepened the kiss in a way that had been impossible in their previous position, the glide of her tongue against Jisoo’s making the other girl moan into her mouth.

Ha-eun could barely hide her smirk of satisfaction at that. These girls may be dommes, but she was clearly the one in charge, her experience making it easy for her to tell what she should do or say to garner the perfect response.

“Jisoo-yah, Ha-eun-ah, this isn’t safe!” The manager’s slightly panicked voice cut through the heady atmosphere filling the backseat, and Ha-eun started to jerk away from Jisoo and return to her seat. She knew from his tone of voice that the manager was wildly uncomfortable and using safety as an excuse to have them return to their own seats, and truth be told, she felt a little bad for him. It was one thing to have to arrange the girls’ secret trysts with her, but to actually be present for it must be incredibly uncomfortable for him.

Jisoo, however, didn’t see it the same way and huffed as she clutched Ha-eun tighter to her. “I’ll hold on tight, it’s fine,” she said in a husky voice, nuzzling at Ha-eun’s neck before pressing a series of kisses down the side to the collar. Ha-eun shivered in the older girl’s grip.

“Unnie, save it for later,” she whispered into Jisoo’s ear, before sucking her earlobe into her mouth and then trailing her tongue down her neck softly. The older girl looked a little dazed, and Ha-eun took the opportunity to escape back to her own seat, clicking her seat belt back into place as she winked teasingly at the other girl. To Jisoo, it seemed like Ha-eun was being a brat on purpose so that she could punish her later, but the manager gave her a grateful look through the rearview mirror, which she accepted gracefully with a small nod.

Reaching over, she tangled her fingers with Jisoo’s and gave them a little squeeze. “I missed you, unnie,” she said, biting her lip for extra cuteness. Jisoo seemed to melt as she squeezed Ha-eun’s hand back.

“I missed you too, baby girl,” Jisoo said, her voice starting to return to normal.

They continued to make small talk all the way to the restaurant, a highly exclusive (and expensive) one that Ha-eun had chosen precisely because it was only celebrities and chaebol family members who could afford it. That meant that no one would bat an eye at Jisoo from Blackpink being there with a random girl, since it was the new hot spot for discreet yet special dates with secret spouses, mistresses – you name it. It was a great way for Jisoo to indulge in her kink without risking anything.

Even the entrance to the restaurant was discreet – there was a private elevator from the carpark of the building that opened straight into the restaurant. That section of the carpark was cordoned off so that only patrons with a reservation could enter, and there was strictly no paparazzi. Jisoo was impressed at how thorough the security was and the way she’d had to roll down her window to show that it was, indeed, Kim Jisoo of Blackpink whose name the reservation was under before the car was allowed into the restricted section, and told Ha-eun as much. “How did you even find this place?” she asked.

Ha-eun laughed lightly. “You forget what my job is, unnie,” she said lightly, and it was all that was said on the topic. In truth, it had been one of Ha-eun’s previous clients, a wealthy chaebol heir in a loveless arranged marriage, who’d first brought her here, but she didn’t think Jisoo needed to know that. None of them really asked her for more details about her previous clients than was necessary, and it wasn’t like Ha-eun could say much anyway, since most of her clients would prefer to remain anonymous.

When the car pulled up at the drop-off point in front of the private elevator, doormen leapt into action, pulling open the car doors. Before Jisoo and Ha-eun left the car, the manager said bade them goodbye with a, “Have fun! Don’t do anything that would land you in the news tomorrow!”

Jisoo scoffed. “Ha-eun could get on her knees for me on the street and the paparazzi still wouldn’t think it was what it was,” she said, rolling her eyes. Ha-eun stifled a giggle with her hand, because it was true. As much as the public loved to see the girls and boys of various groups being close and affectionate with each other, they really were pretty dense when it came to actual same-sex relationships because it was such a conservative society.

The manager sighed. “Be that as it may…” Ha-eun was sure he’d said more, but the car doors slammed shut before he could get the rest of his warning out, and then they were on their way.

Jisoo came around the car and joined Ha-eun on the little carpet leading to the elevator lobby, and Ha-eun giggled and put her hand out, waiting for the older girl to take it. Together, they walked into the lobby, another doorman opening the door for them as they approached.

Thankfully, they were alone in the elevator – a detail Ha-eun was sure was intentional, given the clientele of this place – and Jisoo crowded the younger girl against the wall the moment the doors closed. Since the restaurant was on the top floor for a stunning view of the Seoul skyline, the elevator ride was over a minute long, and Jisoo was keen to use the time well.

“You’re going to be a good girl for me tonight, aren’t you, baby girl?” she breathed, leaning in.

Ha-eun bit her lip, the commanding tone Jisoo used bringing heat to her cheeks. “Yes, mommy, I’ll be good,” she said in a small voice, fisting her hands in her own skirt.

Jisoo, looking down, saw and tutted, gently working her fingers out of the fabric. “Don’t do that, baby girl. You’ll wrinkle it.”

The wide-eyed look Ha-eun flashed her in response wasn’t entirely for show.

When the elevator doors opened, Jisoo and Ha-eun were once again standing demurely next to each other, no sign of what had just transpired between them. The maître d’ greeted them as they stepped out, and escorted them to their table, which was in the middle of the dining area, in plain sight of the other patrons, so perfectly placed that it felt like they were on display.

After sitting down, Jisoo and Ha-eun continued chatting while holding hands across the table, looking for all the world like they were on a regular date. The only sign that this was anything more was the fact that Jisoo ordered everything at the table, including the wine and Ha-eun’s food, while the younger girl just smiled adoringly at her, letting her take charge.

It was moments like this that made Jisoo feel alive – taking control, not necessarily to force her own will on someone else, but to take care of them. Picking out Ha-eun’s clothes and meal made her feel powerful, but also like for once, she was necessary and appreciated, something that was more exhilarating to her than she could put into words.

Once she’d caught the younger girl up on all her fun adventures while travelling, Ha-eun started talking about what she’d been up to while the girls had all been away. Apart from sexting, they really hadn’t spoken that much since Jisoo had been busy with work and didn’t have much time to chat, and she was excited to hear about what Ha-eun had been up to. None of them said it, but the girls enjoyed living normal college lives vicariously through Ha-eun’s stories.

If she amended or censored them to maintain the girls’ rosy image of what it was like and remain entertaining and lighthearted to avoid bringing the mood down, they didn’t need to know.

The food was, of course, spectacular, even though Jisoo was hesitant to finish it. She’d been reading hate comments about her weight online again, and thought that maybe she should get more serious about losing weight. After all, she had to stand next to Rosé and Lisa all the time, which inevitably invited comparison with the taller and more slender girls.

Ha-eun, who noticed Jisoo pushing her food around her plate, reached over again and squeezed the hand that wasn’t holding her fork. “Unnie, are you feeling okay? No appetite?”

Jisoo tried to disguise her grimace as a smile. “No, just… this is full of calories,” she said, trying to sound lighthearted about it.

Ha-eun frowned. “Unnie, you don’t have to finish it if you don’t want to, but you should also just finish it if you want. You’re allowed one cheat meal once in a while,” she encouraged the older girl.

“I have to stand next to Lisa and Chaeng, though, and they always look so thin,” Jisoo fussed. “Sometimes the fans say I’m getting too big.”

“Okay, that is so not true, unnie. And you’re gorgeous, okay? You’re perfect just the way you are. If anyone says you’re too big I’ll go beat them up,” Ha-eun said fiercely. “Now finish your food, and if I see you skimping on dessert, we’re going to have words.”

Seeing how annoyed the normally cheerful and easy-go-lucky girl was on her behalf, Jisoo couldn’t help but smile. It had been a long time since someone had given her an unreserved compliment; she knew she was the visual of the group and her face was pretty, but comments were always caveated with her non-ideal body type. Picking up her fork again, she dug into her food with renewed gusto, allowing herself to enjoy it for the first time in what felt like ages. It wasn’t that easy to put away all the expectations and negative thoughts that had become an intrinsic part of her relationship with food after so many years, but she let herself disregard them, just for tonight. After all, it was a night for indulgence and decadence.

Satisfied by Jisoo’s eagerness to keep eating her food, Ha-eun nodded and went back to her meal.

After dessert, which was just as amazing as the rest of the dinner, they paid the bill and then went to the restroom. While Jisoo was drying her hands, Ha-eun backed her against the marble wall and nuzzled her nose into the older girl’s décolletage. “Ha-eun-ah, we shouldn’t, anyone could walk in,” Jisoo protested halfheartedly even as she tilted her head up to give the escort more room to work with.

Ha-eun, busy trailing kisses up Jisoo’s neck, just whined, “But mommy, you’re so pretty.” She knew she couldn’t leave a mark because she’d probably get hell from Jisoo’s makeup artist, so she licked a stripe up her neck to her ear gently, causing the idol to shiver under her tongue. “Just a little bit, please?” she whispered into her ear.

“Okay, baby girl, but only because you asked so nicely,” Jisoo breathed, fisting her hand in Ha-eun’s hair, probably messing up the pretty curls, though neither of them much cared at the moment.

Giggling, Ha-eun pressed closer, letting Jisoo wrap her other arm around her waist as she leaned in to kiss her. They made out languidly in the restroom as the minutes slipped by slowly, until footsteps coming briskly down the hall caused them to break apart hastily, smoothing their clothes out so what they were doing wasn’t so painfully obvious. Ha-eun’s foresight with her lip colour meant that Jisoo’s neck remained unscathed, but unfortunately the older girl’s pretty lipstick was smudged around her mouth and Ha-eun’s.

Ha-eun pressed her lips together to stifle her mirth as she cleaned up around Jisoo’s lips with her thumb. When the door swung open, they sprang apart guiltily like scalded cats, but the lady who’d come in didn’t even spare them a second glance, simply walking past them to the stalls.

“Come on, we should go,” Ha-eun said, taking Jisoo’s hand and leading her back to the elevator. It was clear what they’d just been up to, because Ha-eun’s hair was all messy from Jisoo pulling on it, and Jisoo’s lipstick was all over Ha-eun’s face despite her best attempts to wipe it away, but the staff were used to stuff like this happening at their restaurant by now and didn’t react in any way, bidding them goodbye as they stepped into the elevator with their sanguine smiles firmly in place.

“Wow, this place really is something else,” Jisoo marveled once the doors slid shut and they were in private, going back down to the carpark. Ha-eun had already texted the manager to let him know they were done, and he was waiting for them where he’d dropped them off.

“Isn’t it, though?” Ha-eun laughed. “I think I saw a congressman with an actress in a corner. This place is perfect, though. No gossip or paparazzi because everyone here has something to hide.”

“You’re so smart,” Jisoo praised Ha-eun, sliding closer to her. “I didn’t even know places like this existed.”

“Yeah, perk of the job, I guess,” Ha-eun responded dryly, although the effect was undercut by the giggle she couldn’t quite hold back as Jisoo’s arms wrapped around her waist. Before they could get into it, however, a ding notified them that the elevator doors were about to open, and they made sure to be standing an appropriate distance from each other.

The ride back to the dorm was laced with tension, Ha-eun trying to keep things as normal as possible out of consideration to the manager driving them, but unable to keep from shooting Jisoo heated looks every once in a while.

Ha-eun could tell that the manager was glad to be rid of them for the night when he pulled into the drop-off point for the dorm building. He peeled out of there like the hounds of hell were after him, leaving Jisoo and Ha-eun staring bemusedly at the car as it left. “Do you think he’s in a hurry?” Ha-eun deadpanned, causing Jisoo to snort out a laugh as she took Ha-eun’s hand and pulled her into the building.

The apartment was thankfully empty, the other girls having made other plans (or, in Lisa’s case, in Thailand visiting her family) to let Jisoo have her fun. The lack of jealousy and the support that the girls had towards each other was something that Ha-eun admired; high school girls were all catty and annoying, too insecure to form real friendships with each other, and she hadn’t had the best luck making female friendships in university either, what with being busy with her job and all.

She was still thinking about it when Jisoo pushed her down onto the couch, straddling her lap. From the soft kisses and gentle touches Jisoo lavished on her, Ha-eun could tell she wasn’t in the mood for anything rough, despite what she’d said earlier, and she provided the soft, romantic experience that she sensed the older girl craved. It wasn’t necessarily uncommon – all of the girls had moments where they were overwhelmed with their lives, where they just wanted someone to hold them and tell them everything would be okay, that they were doing well, and despite Ha-eun’s subby tendencies she was more than adept at working the softer aspects into their trysts if they needed it.

It was, after all, why she was the best at what she did.

Jisoo never tugged on Ha-eun’s collar, which was her preferred method of letting Ha-eun know that she was in a mood to play. It reminded her that she was owned, and never failed to send her into subspace. Instead, she stroked her fingertips gently along the edge of the leather, where it rested against her soft skin, until Ha-eun took Jisoo’s hand in her own and kissed her fingertips.

“You’re so pretty, mommy,” Ha-eun sighed into Jisoo’s mouth, running her hands up and down the older girl’s thighs, disappearing under her skirt. Her fingers teased at the edges of the pretty lace panties Jisoo had worn tonight, knowing she would be getting lucky.

“What are you going to do about it?” Jisoo pulled back slightly to ask, her brow raised and head tilted slightly as she stared down at Ha-eun.

Falling into her role perfectly, the younger girl whined softly as she stroked her hands over Jisoo’s lace-clad ass. “I want to kiss you all over, mommy. Can I?” she asked, pouting. The way Jisoo’s hair fell around their faces as she looked down at Ha-eun made it seem like they were secluded in their own little space with just the two of them, and the intimacy felt almost breathtaking.

“How could I deny my baby anything?” Jisoo cooed, bending down to kiss Ha-eun again.

Eventually, they migrated to Jisoo’s bedroom, where they stretched out luxuriantly across the large bed. Jisoo lay on her back, her head cushioned by the pillows, as Ha-eun propped herself up on her elbow by her side, leaning over her.

“Take off your dress,” Jisoo breathed, her half-lidded eyes trained on Ha-eun, who obediently stripped out of the dress that she’d bought her. Under it, she was wearing lingerie that, again, Jisoo had bought for her, and the thought was thrilling to the idol, who looped Ha-eun’s long hair around her fist and used it to drag her back to her mouth for a kiss. “You’re my pretty little baby girl, aren’t you?” she murmured, the words muffled against Ha-eun’s lips.

Biting her lip against the flood of arousal that made her panties sticky, Ha-eun broke away from Jisoo’s mouth to trail kisses down past her jaw to her neck. As she did so, her hands were busy unzipping Jisoo’s dress, the older girl obligingly arching her back off the mattress to give Ha-eun space to work.

“You’re so pretty,” she breathed as she ran her tongue along Jisoo’s collarbone, causing the older girl to shiver, before descending further to where her breasts spilled out of the cups of the strapless bra she’d worn. She whispered the words again as she unhooked the bra, tossing it away and laving first one, then the other nipple with her tongue, until Jisoo was moaning as she ran her hands through Ha-eun’s hair, thoroughly messing up her hairdo.

Moving further down to her belly, which was ever-so-slightly rounded from eating well at dinner, Ha-eun pressed gentle kisses all over it, determined to let Jisoo know that her body was beautiful as it was. Jisoo, slightly uncomfortable with the attention to a part of her body she was insecure about, initially tried to stop Ha-eun by catching her face in her hands, but Ha-eun simply pulled her hands away and kissed them too. “Unnie, you really are gorgeous,” she said, nuzzling into the side of her stomach. The way she’d referred to Jisoo wasn’t lost on either girl; it meant that Ha-eun wasn’t just saying it for the sake of their roleplay, she truly meant it.

Jisoo’s heart warmed as she finally acquiesced, letting Ha-eun have her way with her. Instead of going straight to her pussy, Ha-eun instead left her panties in place as she started working her way down her thighs, pressing kisses and kitten licks on the sensitive flesh on her inner thighs before moving on. It seemed she was indeed intent on kissing every inch of the idol, as she went all the day down to her ankles and even kissed her feet, starting with the tops, then moving on to her toes, then the balls of her feet, then the arches, and finally the heels. The way Jisoo’s stomach dropped as Ha-eun kissed her feet was certainly new, and Jisoo made a mental note to talk to Ha-eun about the new kink she might have just discovered.

When Ha-eun finally returned to her pussy, pulling the panties away from her dripping core and down her legs, Jisoo was too impatient to wait for the younger girl to take her time, using her foot on the back of Ha-eun’s head to push her down and towards her center.

Smirking up at the singer, Ha-eun nevertheless bent obligingly to lap at Jisoo’s folds, her tongue dragging through the soaked curls to reach her slit.

“Mmm, yes,” Jisoo groaned as she widened her stance a little to give Ha-eun more room.

“You’re so pretty here too, mommy,” Ha-eun simpered as she nuzzled into the heated flesh, pressing a teasing peck to Jisoo’s clit, which had come out from its hood and was begging for attention.

“Why don’t you show me how much you like it, baby girl?” Jisoo shot back breathlessly, tilting her hips up slightly as she pushed Ha-eun’s head down more insistently.

Instead of responding verbally, Ha-eun swiped her tongue across Jisoo’s clit, and the older girl sank back into the pillows as her fingers threaded them through her hair.

“Mmm, yes, you’re such a good girl, so good to your mommy,” Jisoo continued her litany of filthy praises as she tilted her hips upwards, almost humping Ha-eun’s face. For her part, Ha-eun was employing all the techniques that she knew Jisoo loved, sucking her clit into her mouth and flicking it with her tongue rhythmically before dipping down to tongue-fuck her, scooping her juices out with her tongue. It wasn’t long before Jisoo was wailing as she pushed Ha-eun’s face as deep into her pussy as it would go, humping it furiously as her orgasm crashed over her.

When it was over, Jisoo sank back into the bed and Ha-eun pulled back slightly to give Jisoo some time for recovery, lapping up the wetness on her folds while avoiding her clit, which she knew was way too sensitive right now. It didn’t take long, though, before Jisoo wanted more, which she indicated to Ha-eun by tugging on her hair so that she came up slightly to worship her clit again.

Three orgasms later, Jisoo was spent, every muscle trembling slightly and completely boneless, while Ha-eun’s face (and panties) were completely soaked. It wasn’t like Jisoo to be a pillow princess, but Ha-eun knew that the idol had been going through something lately, with her body image making the rounds on kpop fansites again, and needed this. Shifting on the bed so that she was lying next to the older girl, she adjusted them both so that Jisoo was lying in her arms, her head pillowed on her chest as she stroked her hair.

“Thank you, Ha-eun-ah,” Jisoo mumbled, barely conscious. Between the physical exhaustion and the soothing feeling of Ha-eun petting her, she was nodding off and almost didn’t manage to finish her sentence before she knocked out.