POLYPINKS smut. That’s it. Idek if I’m literate.

DISCLAIMER: This is not intended to be about the real people as their lives and identities are none of my business. Think of your more like characters based off their public personas. Thank you! I'm treating Jisoo as the defacto leader cause she's the oldest and takes care of everyone, just for convenience's sake. Also lmk what you think of this format cause I think my punctuation is a little... questionable. And I'm running out of synonyms but it's hard to keep track of all four without some repetition of them :/ FAIR WARNING I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT IM DOING EDIT: REREADING THIS WHEN IVE ACTUALLY SLEPT AND OMG THIS IS FILTHY WHAT WAS I ON 😭😭😭 honestly this was just for my own enjoyment so if u read and don’t like it that’s on u TS REALLY GOES ON FOREVERRR

P.S. there’s a cute fluffy part at the end after the break so if u just wanna read that it’s there!

The four girls are in their hotel room on tour, all in baggy, comfy clothes that contrast to their restrictive costumes. They’re all piled on the couch together in a tangled mess of limbs and sighs and little kisses under a big fluffy blanket, the tv droning the late night show in the background. Rosé yawns a little, her chin resting on Jennie’s hip and one leg thrown over Jisoo’s. Jennie is scrolling through her phone, with an arm slung around Lisa’s shoulders. Lisa is curled into the crook of Jennie’s arm, eyes heavy as she fights off sleep.

Jisoo pats Rosé’s head lightly. “Tired, baby?” she whispers.

The blonde nods, letting out a groggy whine and not opening her eyes. Shes usually the first one out on late nights, and the other girls keep their voices down for her. Lisa smiles sympathetically and rubs Chaeyoung’s thigh, murmuring,

“Go to sleep Rosie. Do you want the tv off?”

Rosé shakes her head sleepily, burying her face into Jennie’s hip and mumbling,

”No… don’t bother… I’ll just stay awake….”

Jennie and Lisa give each other a look, knowing that Rosé is stubborn and will stubbornly stay awake even if she’s exhausted. Jisoo also seems to be noticing that Rosé is drifting off, as she gently runs her fingers through Rosé’s hair, trying to soothe her.

”You can just sleep, sweetheart. You don’t have to fight it.”

Jennie chuckles coolly, running a hand over the curve of Chaeyoung’s backside, knowing that she finds it oddly comforting. Her voice is low and slightly breathy with exasperated affection,

“Chaeyoung, you won’t miss out on anything while you’re asleep, I promise. Please go to sleep. We really need you to so we don’t get demon Rosie in the morning.”

Lisa laughs softly at Jennie’s words, knowing that it’s true that an over-fatigued Rosé was, to put it mildly, cranky in the mornings. Rosé grumbles in protest, her body pressing closer into Jennie and Jisoo, who are both snickering.

”I don’t get cranky in the morning, I’m always nice….” she mutters tiredly, her words losing their edge in her fatigue. Jisoo hums softly, patting her back affectionately.

“Yeah, you’re very nice baby.”

Jisoo murmurs, gathering Rosé up closer so she lies in the valley between her and Jennie’s legs, sandwiched comfortably between them, looking super cozy. Once she has her settled, she reaches over to pinch Jennie’s cheek, teasing,

“Yaa, Jendeukie, you’ve been on your phone all night! I haven’t gotten any kisses.”

Lisa squeezes into the fray, getting situated sitting between the two older girls with Rosie's head in her lap.

Jennie pouts adorably, setting down her phone and rubbing where Jisoo pinched her. She sticks out her bottom lip even more, knowing that Jisoo can’t resist her “baby face” expression.

”Sorry, sorry. I was just responding to messages.”

Lisa chimes in, grinning slyly, “More like looking at comments on your insta and responding to all the simps, huh?”

“You know you’ve got plenty of them right here,”

This jokes, gesturing to the three of them, and then Jisoo tugs Jennie to lean over Rosé and Lisa, hands on either side of the eldest's legs so she can kiss her.

Jennie obliges, leaning over Rosé and letting out a soft sigh as Jisoo kisses her. Her slender hands slide up Jisoo’s body, looping around her neck to bring her closer, their lips moving together in slow, languid kisses, a playful little dance between them.

Rosé and Lisa watch them, both chuckling fondly at their two older members getting a little too involved. Lisa pats Rosé’s hair softly, trying to distract the blonde from getting too grumpy at the affectionate display next to her.

Jisoo lets out a hot sigh against Jennie’s mouth, full of the longing she held in onstage. She grips her waist firmly, almost possessively, dragging her closer to straddle her lap. Chaeyoung shifts, stirred by the spark in the air, opening her eyes with a whine. Lisa watches with an entertained smirk.

Jennie responds hungrily to Jisoo’s possessive grip, sliding easily into her lap and pressing herself against her. Her fingers twist into Jisoo’s hair, tugging gently at the dark locks as she deepens the kiss, their bodies moving against each other.

Rosé, now fully awake, rolls over onto her back and props herself up on her elbows, watching the two of them with a mix of amusement and slight impatience. Lisa chuckles softly, running a hand through Rosé’s hair as her eyes flicker back and forth between the two older girls.

Jisoo lets out a deep, throaty groan, her dominant and wanting side slipping free of her reserved exterior’s grip. She shifts their weight, so she has the leverage to pin Jennie down if she wanted to, and growls,

“Your outfit was fucking sinful and you know it. God, you twerking in that tiny red skirt and what that top did for your tits… You’re lucky I’m a master at keeping my cool.”

Jennie gasps again, feeling herself suddenly pinned down, heat blooming in her gut at Jisoo’s words. She looks up at her with darkened eyes, a smirk playing on her lips, her own dominant side surfacing. She runs her hands up Jisoo’s back, and says sweetly,

”Are you really a master of keeping your cool when you look like you want to devour me right now, unnie?”

Jisoo moans At the nickname and taunting, dragging her nails slowly down over Jennie’s form in the tank top and shorts she currently wears, looking like a woman starved. Lisa shifts with Chaeyoung between her thighs, unconsciously squeezing her tighter, which does not help with the falling asleep. Jisoo’s eyes are sharp and dark, raking over Jennie almost violently, while the shorter girl lounges like an empress underneath her. Jennie’s charisma, sass, and brattiness are some of her best qualities in the bedroom.

Lisa lets out a surprised little squeak as Rosé, now fully awake and clearly annoyed at being jostled, twists in her lap. The blonde shoots Lisa a death glare that says ”I was sleeping.” before turning to Jisoo and Jennie with an exhausted huff.

”Yah! Are you two seriously about to go at it on the couch like animals? Some of us are trying to sleep!”

Jennie just grins up at Jisoo, entirely unbothered by Rosé’s protest. She drags her nails lightly over the leader’s hips in retaliation for those pinching touches earlier.

”What? Can’t handle seeing me get manhandled by your girlfriend?”

Its a miracle Jisoo is keeping her composure at all for how she feels inside, and Lisa feels more and more inclined to join. The maknae pushes Rosé of her lap and crawls over, saying,

“If you don’t wanna be part of the fun, go sleep, but I want a piece of Jennie’s ass because Jisoo was NOT kidding about the twerking.”

Rosé pouts and mutters something about being tired, rolling over onto her feet and trudging down the hallway, burrito'd up in blankets. Lisa smirks at her expression, while Jisoo watches with a knowing look, all sharp gazes and possessive touches.

Jennie, on the other hand, just grins at the sight of Lisa coming over to join. She leans back against the couch, letting her legs fall open.

”Well, you better get to work if you want it, Lis.”

The youngest girl whimpers loudly at the sight of Jennie opening herself up receptively. She’s more submissive and easily overwhelmed than Jisoo, which makes her wonderful to tease. The leader watches with her classic waiting eyes, to see what will unfold. Jennie chuckles, sliding one ankle up onto Lisa’s shoulder and the other onto Jisoo’s.

“Oh, my gorgeous girls… come eat your dessert, but don’t drool too much, hm?”

They both nearly lung at Jennie at her words, Lisa leaning down between her legs and Jisoo pulling her wrists above her head. The leader murmurs, her voice dripping with desire and something darker,

”Such a mouth on such a small girl… You better not tease us too much, baby girl. That mouth might get you into trouble one day.”

Lisa, meanwhile, is already nipping at Jennie’s inner thighs, leaving little red marks as she works her way up, eager to finally give in to her craving.

The two work together to practically tear Jennie’s clothes off, no patience or waiting left whatsoever. The two shoulder each other over who gets to touch what first, like snarling wolves over their prey. Even vulnerable as she is, Jennie still has an air of control. One that says “worship me”.

Jennie moans appreciatively, arching her back and letting out breathy sighs at their eager touches. Her skin is covered in marks in no time, courtesy of the two girls who know every inch of her body. She watches them with lust-glazed eyes, her head swimming with arousal and desire. It's an intoxicating game of dominance and submission, and she's caught right in the middle of it.

"So impatient… Don't you both want to savor me a little?" She teases them.

She’s cut off by the maknae’s eager mouth latching onto her wet cunt, acrylic nails raking down her round thighs hard enough to draw blood. Lisa eats like she never will again, gulping down every drop she’s blessed with and leaning into the bucks of Jennie’s hips that jar her teeth. Meanwhile, Jisoo sucks blooming marks all across Jennie’s collarbone, restraining her for Lisa with that trademarsmirk (you know the one).

Jennie’s entire body jerks, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as Lisa’s teeth and tongue work her over with feral hunger. Her hands fly to tangle in Jisoo's hair, yanking hard as the leader leaves bruises along her throat, hips stuttering wildly against Lisa's mouth.

"Fuck-fuck! Lisa-!"

Jisoo shoves her tongue down Jennie’s throat, running a hand over her chest with more tenderness than her other movements.

“God, you’re such a good girl. Such a good, good girl Jennie.”

The oldest girl lavishes the rapper with praise in a gravelly voice, as Lisa reaps the rewards on her tongue.

Jennie moans into the kiss, her hands gripping Jisoo's shoulders as she's praised. She's always been a sucker for Jisoo's voice, and being told how good she is, while Lisa's wicked mouth worships her most sensitive place, has her mind spinning.

The leader whispers more sweet words in Jennie's ear, telling how pretty she looks, how talented, how much they want her. It's a potent mix of pleasure and desire, driving Jennie right to the edge.

The veins in Lisa’s neck pop with exertion as she dips her head in that constant rhythm to Jennie’s wailing song. She massages the squishy undersides of her thighs indulgently, groaning with pleasure. Jennie feels a rush of dopamine at how much her girls are enjoying themselves, because of her. Jisoo’s tongue lavishes all over her neck, up to her ear, hugging her close and tight as she keeps one hand firmly against the rapper’s breastbone, a mark of authority and claiming.

“That’s my girl. That’s my beautiful baby girl.”

The hoarse voice of her leader in her ear makes all of the combined heat nearly blinding,

“Jennie. Jennie Jennie Jennie Jennie.”

Jisoo whispers the name like a mantra, like she needs to feel it in her mouth.

Jennie feels herself unravel at the sound of Jisoo whispering her name, at Lisa's devotion between her legs. This is her favorite place in the world: surrounded by the girls she loves, being loved by them, losing herself to them. With their words filling her ears, their hands and mouths on her body, she's completely overwhelmed in the best possible way.

"Yours-" she gasps shakily, arching her back against Jisoo's body, "I'm yours. Always yours."

Jisoo gives her that classic smirk, somehow confident, sly, adorable, hot, and insufferable all at the same time. She pinches Jennie’s dumpling cheek, pecking a kiss to it, and she squeezes Lisa’s shoulder, rubbing her back with admiring eyes,

“Finish her off, my little firecracker.”

Lisa doesn’t need to be told twice. She devours Jennie with renewed fervor, her tongue curling and flicking in cruel, perfect circles. Her nails dig crescent moons into the rapper’s hips as she drinks down every shuddering cry.

Jennie sobs openly now, her back arching off the couch as pleasure coils white-hot in her stomach. Jisoo watches with rapt fascination, stroking Jennie's cheek tenderly even as Lisa pushes her further and further toward oblivion.

"Look at you," Jisoo murmurs, "So pretty when you fall apart for us."

Jisoo uses one hand to force Jennie’s hips down as she wrestles against her, not letting her escape from Lisa’s fucking even a little bit. Jennie’s armor shatters, a sob tearing through her throat, tears rushing down her round cheeks as white-hot pleasure rips up her spine. Jisoo pins her down with a hand on her throat through the orgasm, Lisa still not willing to collapse until Jennie’s done.

Jennie screams; a raw, shattered sound, as the orgasm rips through her, her body convulsing violently under Lisa's relentless mouth. Tears streak down her flushed cheeks as Jisoo's grip on her throat keeps the pleasure trapped inside, wringing every last drop of ecstasy from her.

Lisa finally pulls back with a wet gasp when she feels Jennie go limp beneath them, her lips swollen and glistening. The maknae wipes at them lazily before looking up at Jisoo for approval.

"Good girl," Jisoo purrs to Lisa before leaning down to kiss Jennie’s tear-stained face sweetly. "My perfect girls."

“Fuck, unnie.. you taste so good…”

Lisa croaks, collapsed flat and limp on her stomach, cheek against the couch cushion that’s slightly damp with sweat and.. fluids. Jisoo leans down and kisses her sticky lips to taste for herself.

Jisoo hums softly, licking her lips and savoring the taste of Jennie mingled with Lisa on the maknae's mouth. She's satisfied, if anything, watching Jennie come undone under her and Lisa's hands is always one of her favorite sights. The three women are all now a tangle of limbs and messy hair and flushed skin, their breathing still ragged and hearts pounding in their chests.

Jennie is the first one to speak, her voice a wrecked, shaky whine, "Damn… you two will be the death of me, I swear…"

Lisa smirks, wasted but proud,

“You bet we will be. Not so cocky now, huh ice queen?”

Jisoo lies on her stomach right beside Lisa, gazing affectionately at the energetic young Thai, combing her fingers through her hair. She breaks the comfortable silence by asking tenderly,

“Do you wanna cum, Lisa? Do you feel done or do you need something?”

Lisa gives Jisoo one of her signature grins, tilting her head into the affectionate touches. She knows exactly how she wants to finish, but decides to be cheeky first just to see how the leader reacts.

"Depends. Am I aloud to pick? Or do I have to behave?"

Jisoo raises an eyebrow at the playful challenge, while Jennie watches with an amused smirk. She knows just how Lisa is, especially after she gets like this.

“You can pick, for being the muscle of Jennie’s downfall tonight,”

Jisoo declares confidently, giving Jennie a mockingly sympathetic pat on the knee. Luckily, the rapper is recovering, pushing herself up to sit with a groan. Then Jennie whines,

“Hey.. no fair, you two still have your clothes on.”

Jisoo laughs at Jennie's whining, giving the rapper's knee an affectionate squeeze. Lisa rolls onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow as she looks the two older girls over with an impish gleam in her eye.

"You're right," she teases, "we do need to get these off first."

Jisoo's smirk matches Lisa's playful expression. She reaches over, gripping the hem of her own shirt and pulling it over her head in a fluid motion. Jennie lets out a soft gasp of appreciation as Jisoo's bare skin is revealed to them.

Jisoo isn’t the visual of the group for no reason. Her 11-line abs are defined without her even flexing, and every spot of her milky skin is flawless, contrasting like the moon on the night sky against her glossy hair and slightly darkened nipples. Even bare, she still holds herself like she’s impenetrable.

Lisa and Jennie both stare at Jisoo appreciatively, taking in the leader's sculpted physique. Lisa lets out a small, impressed hum, while Jennie whistles lowly, her eyes roaming all across the smooth, flawless skin.

"Still looking hot as hell, unnie," the maknae compliments, a hint of hunger in her voice. Jennie reaches over to gently trail a finger down the defined abs, tracing the line of muscle reverently.

“Well, it’s your turn Lisa. Show off how pretty you are, won’t you baby?”

Jisoo purrs, gently prying the maknae’s hand from her skin, rubbing her thumb along the tender skin of her wrist. She also rubs Jennie’s thigh at the same time, and the short girl crawls over to lie half in her lap, also watching Lisa expectantly.

Lisa smirks at the attention from the older girls, feeling their gazes on her as she sits up a bit further. She stretches her arms lazily above her head, arching her back and drawing attention to her flexible, lithe form. Without hesitation, she pulls off her shirt and tosses it to the side, leaving her in just an expensive lace bra. Jennie and Jisoo both drink in the sight, their eyes raking over every exposed inch of honeyed skin.

"See something you like, unnies?" Lisa asks cheekily, feigning innocence.

Now that Jennie has recovered as much as she can from her orgasm, she crawls forward like a pantheress, sliding right into Lisa’s lap like she did with Jisoo. Maybe they’re just her thrones at this point.

“You were such a good girl for me, angel, working so hard just to make me cum… you deserve so much for that. You can have whatever you want.”

“From both of us,”

Jisoo adds.

Lisa shivers when Jennie climbs into her lap, her hands immediately finding their place on the older girl's hips and gripping the soft skin there. The maknae's eyes darken with lust, feeling Jennie's bare skin against hers and Jisoo's gaze roaming over them both.

"Anything I want, huh?" Lisa murmurs, tilting her head in thought. "I have some pretty specific things that I want from both of you, though…"

“Order up. And make it quick. Jichu’s getting impatient, she might just tackle you like she did to me.”

That threat is enough to spur her on, knowing that the oldest is probably itching to touch her at this point. She glances at Jennie with a smirk, her hands gripping the rapper's hips firmly before turning her attention to Jisoo, who's watching them with a sharp gaze. Lisa's not at all surprised that Jisoo is the one getting impatient the fastest out of them, the leader always did have the lowest tolerance in that area.

"So impatient," Lisa teases, "you need attention too, huh, unnie?"

Jisoo isn’t used to being cooed to like that, and at first she looks uncomfortable, but then her pupils dilate and she nods softly, still being stoic, but her thighs shift against each other.

Lisa smiles at the sight, loving how the stoic unnie is starting to crumble. She can see how Jisoo's thighs shift and knows that the leader is trying desperately to maintain her composure. Lisa keeps her smirk in place, gently pushing Jennie off her lap to crawl over until she's in front of Jisoo, between her thighs.

"You're looking a little tense, unnie," Lisa teases, her hands slowly running up Jisoo's inner thighs, "Why don't you let me do something about that…?"

The other girl swallows, but then whispers sincerely,

“But I want you to cum. It’s supposed to be your turn.”

Lisa's smirk softens at the sincerity in Jisoo's words, her teasing demeanor melting into something more tender. She leans forward until their foreheads touch, letting out a quiet hum of affection.

"Unnie," she murmurs, "I want to make you feel good too. You don't always have to be the one taking care of us."

Jisoo exhales shakily, because Lisa is right, and they all know it. The maknae presses a slow kiss against Jisoo’s lips before pulling back just enough to whisper:

"Let us take care of you for once."

Jisoo melts, and Jennie props her up with pillows, the whole atmosphere warmer and gentler than the whole Jennie fiasco. Like a day at the spa instead of at the zoo. The oldest girl doesn’t let her thighs fall apart on their own, but she doesn’t resist when Lisa slowly parts them with her hands. She’s glistening despite herself, cheeks burning, feeling oddly embarrassed. Usually she cums on top of one of the other girls, not on the bottom.

“She’s not used to this lack of control,”

Jennie observes softly with a purr, sitting by Jisoo’s head, comfortingly stroking her skin and pressing soft, juicy kisses along her face and neck.

“What color are you, unnie? Is this too vulnerable? Do you want me to cuddle you while she does it?”

Jisoo's breath hitches as Jennie strokes her, the soft kisses along her neck making it even harder for her to stay composed. She knows that she should be able to handle this. She’s always in control, always leading-... but Lisa parting her thighs so gently makes something primal twist in Jisoo’s stomach.

"Green," she finally murmurs, "but… yes. Yes."

Lisa grins at the admission, running a teasing fingertip up Jisoo's inner thigh just to feel how warm and wet she is for them already. "Cuddle time with Jennie then? That sounds perfect~"

The short girl obliged immediately, wrapping herself around Jisoo; tucking the leader’s head to her chest and drowning her forehead in kisses, rubbing the curve of her waist soothingly. As Lisa starts to explore, making Jisoo shiver and only seep more, Jennie feels tears against her skin.

“Ya, unnie..”

She cradles her closer, kissing her more and nudging Lisa gently for a time out with her foot.

“Oh honey… what’s your color? Do you need to talk?”

Lisa pauses immediately at Jennie's nudge, her hands hovering over Jisoo as she watches the leader with concern. The tears against Jennie's skin don't go unnoticed. Jisoo is usually so strong, so composed that seeing her like this makes Lisa’s stomach twist.

Jisoo swallows hard, pressing her face deeper into Jennie’s chest like a child seeking comfort. When she finally speaks, it's muffled and shaky:

"Yellow… I just-" She cuts herself off with a sharp exhale. "I don’t know what to do when I'm not in control."

As if she could sense the emotion, Rosé suddenly reappears in the room, in the pink robe she wears to bed. She wordlessly kneels beside the couch, not needing context to show her undying support, lacing her fingers through Jisoo’s and starting to kiss her ribs, murmuring,

“Unnie.. we love you. We love you so much.”

Jisoo's breath stutters as Rosé presses soft kisses to her ribs, the blonde’s words sinking in like warm honey. Her grip on Jennie tightens for a second before she finally lifts her head, tear-streaked face still tucked against Jennie's chest.

"Chaeyoung-ah," she murmurs back, voice thick with emotion. "I know… I just forget sometimes."

Lisa watches them for a moment. Seeing Jisoo so unraveled is rare and precious, and she savors the image before crawling over to curl up against the leader's side too. She presses a kiss to Jisoo’s temple and whispers:

"You don’t have to be strong all the time."

“We should go slower. I think this is too far for her first time,”

Rosie tells the others knowingly, helping them sit Jisoo up and wrapping her in a blanket. Then they all huddle around her like penguins cuddling. Lisa tucks dark hair behind the leader’s ear, whispering,

“You can cry if you need to. We can even close our eyes if you don’t want us to see. Anything you could ever want, we’ll give it to you, okay? Just say the word.”

Jisoo leans into the blanket, her body still trembling slightly as she takes deep breaths. The weight of Lisa's words, so full of devotion and patience, makes something in Jisoo’s chest crack open. She reaches for Rosé first, pulling the blonde close until their foreheads touch.

"Eyes closed," she murmurs hoarsely, "and… just hold me."

Jennie and Lisa exchange a look before complying without question, their hands gentle as they pull Jisoo tighter into their huddle, shielding her from everything but their warmth.

Chaeyoung can’t help but smile, and she starts to sing softly to Jisoo, just like she does when any of them is upset. Reminded of the lyrics, she starts singing one of Jisoo’s own songs, giving her kisses between breaths,

“Said, oh We should fall in love with our eyes closed Better if we keep it where we don't know The beds we've been in The names and the faces of who we were with And, oh Ain't nobody perfect, but it's all good The past can't hurt us if we don't look Let's let it go Better if we fall in love with our eyes closed~”

Jisoo lets her lashes flutter shut and concentrates on Chaeyoung's voice, so low and sweet and comforting that she nearly cries again. The words of the song, a favorite of hers, one that she poured so much honesty into, are like healing balm to her shattered pride. She feels herself sinking into Jennie and Lisa with a weary sort of trust, her trembling finally starting to subside as the other member's voices wash over her.

Once Chaeyoung's last note fades away, Jisoo takes another deep breath before finally opening her eyes to meet the other girls’ stares.

“Can we make you feel good, unnie? Please? As gentle as you want. You can be on top. Whatever you need.”

Jisoo nods after a moment, still shaky but more centered than before. In all honesty, she feels a bit pathetic for needing this reassurance. After all, she's the unnie. She's the strong, confident one. The leader. The one who should be taking care of the others. But all three girls are looking at her with so much tenderness that Jisoo knows she can trust them.

"Please," she murmurs, and her voice is still small but much steadier now. "Just go slow."

Rosé, who hasn’t been a part of the action till now, but must’ve gotten some rest because she’s back to her cheerful self, tugs Jisoo to straddle her waist, undoing her robe so all four of them are on equal footing. Jennie and Lisa take a moment to greet Chaeyoung’s body, and it takes the pressure off of Jisoo.

Jisoo shivers as she straddles Rosé, her thighs shaking faintly as she grips the younger girl's shoulders with slightly trembling hands. She's still not used to being the one in the center of attention, especially now, vulnerable and open after crying. But the feeling of Rosé's warm, slender body beneath her feels surprisingly good, and Jisoo can't help the gasp that falls from her lips.

Jennie and Lisa both run their hands gently over Jisoo's shaking body, massaging her tense muscles, caressing her flushed skin, as she starts to settle into the new dynamic.

Everyone trusts Rosie for the job, seeing the determination and tenderness in her dark eyes. She doesn’t even touch Jisoo right away. In fact, she wraps her own robe around the shorter girl’s shoulders, like a cloak of protection. Lisa mouths playfully to Jennie, “Quit making those noises or you’re not sleeping at all tonight.”

Jennie sticks her tongue out at Lisa but obeys, trying her best to bite back the sounds of pleasure that rise in her throat as a result. Jisoo just shivers under the robe, the gesture making something warm bloom in her chest. It makes her feel precious; small and protected. It's embarrassing how much she loves it and how quickly she'd folded in front of her girls, but this is what she needs right now.

Rosé smiles softly at Jisoo, gently squeezing her thighs with her long, slender hands before letting them glide up the leader's body, pulling Jisoo in so they’re chest to chest, and just kisses her for a while. She's not having sex. She's really making love to her. That’s all Rosé is ever willing to call it. She refuses anything less.

Jisoo melts against Rosé instantly, unable to resist the blonde's gentle nature. She presses herself closer, their skin fitting together almost perfectly. The familiar warmth and smell of Rosé is grounding, and the way her tongue slides against Jisoo's slowly and lovingly is like a soothing balm to the leader's bruised pride.

Jennie and Lisa both watch them with adoration and affection, their own touches becoming even more reverent as they see Jisoo finally starting to relax and enjoy herself.

“You’re still our queen, Jisoo.. you’re still our mama.. letting us see you like this is a testament to your power.”

Rosie rubs her face against the soft skin of Jisoo’s neck like an insistently cuddly cat, holding her own elbows behind the leader’s back to keep her snugly close.

Lisa nods in agreement, joining in with shy little kisses up the oldest girl’s calf.

Jisoo shivers at the words—at being called 'queen' and 'mama' so matter-of-factly, like it's a simple fact instead of a source of insecurity. She can't stop the tears that slip from the corners of her eyes at the way the girls are handling her, with such tenderness and devotion. They're making her feel like she's something fragile and precious; something worth being careful with.

Jisoo buries her face in the crook of Rosé's neck, holding onto the blonde girl tightly and just breathing her in.

Chaeyoung slips two fingers between her own lips, sucking on them to warm them up and lubricate them, making gentle but purposeful eye contact.

Jisoo watches Rosé with rapt attention, her breath hitching as the blonde prepares her fingers. The slow, deliberate way Chaeyoung gets them ready, moisty (What is moisty? iykyk) and warm, sends a visible shiver down Jisoo's spine. Their gazes lock for a moment before Jisoo finally nods once, permission given.

Lisa hums in approval from where she's still kissing up Jisoo’s calf while Jennie props herself up on an elbow to watch the scene unfold. Jennie slips behind Jisoo to hug her, so she’s surrounded by warmth on all sides. Then their singer’s fingers oh-so-carefully part Jisoo, Lisa cooing and shushing to her, stroking her hair. Chaeyoung checks in,

“Is that good? Shift, baby. Show me how you want it.”

Jisoo lets out a shaky sigh when Chaeyoung's fingers first press against her, the sensation immediately shooting sparks up her spine. She's still sensitive from earlier, and the feeling of being so carefully opened up with Jennie's warmth at her back makes her shiver. The rapper's words make her whimper slightly, her hips bucking up to meet the gentle pressure.

"Don't—ah—don't be too gentle," she breathes, her words a bit ragged. "You can be rougher than that, Chae."

Breath hitching, she obliges, kicking her fingers up inside her lover and pinning her back against Jennie with her body. Jisoo gasps, her back arching sharply as Rosé suddenly presses deeper—her body jolting at the unexpected roughness. Her hands fly to grip Jennie's arms behind her, nails digging in as she tries to steady herself against the sudden onslaught of sensation.

"Fuck- fuck! Chaeyoung-ah!" she whines, hips stuttering wildly between Lisa’s cooing and Rosé’s punishing fingers.

Lisa lets out a low laugh from where she's still nuzzling Jisoo's calf, "Told you unnie likes it rough~"

Rosie kisses Jisoo’s chest, which is level with her face, dreading her by the small of her back with her free hand as she alternates between circling her unnie’s clit and pumping up inside her. Jisoo can't do anything but throw her head back against Jennie's shoulder, gasping raggedly with every brush of Rosé's fingers. Her face is flushed, and she's biting hard on her lip to try and keep some of her sounds in.

The hand on her hip is starting to become too much as well, adding to the overstimulation and the sensation of being pinned in place between the two girls—she can feel the heat starting to coil deep inside her abdomen, building up the more the three of them are touching. Jisoo’s hands tangle in Chaeyoung’s long blonde hair, keeping her pressed to her chest as she lavishes her small breasts. Then she murmurs passionately as her fingertips hit somewhere deep inside her,

“Oh, that’s your soft spot huh Angel.. ooh yeah… good girl, Jisoo. Good girl.”

Jisoo chokes on a sob at the praise, her body jerking violently as Rosé finds that perfect spot over and over. Her grip in Chaeyoung’s hair tightens reflexively, keeping the blonde right where she wants her—right against Jisoo's pounding heart.

"Y-yes—yes! There, Chae!" she gasps out between panting breaths, "Right fucking there—!"

Lisa lets out a pleased hum from below them, nuzzling into Jisoo's thigh with an adoring smirk. Jennie just holds tighter behind Jisoo, letting their unnie ride it out.

“Oh, you’re so tight..”

The blonde groans, like she’s the one being worked over so intimately, and she squeezes a third finger into Jisoo’s slick slit, grabbing her chin roughly to pull her into a deep kiss.

Jisoo moans into the kiss, her eyes squeezing shut tightly and her body arching up off Jennie's chest in ecstasy. Her legs are trembling now, her thighs clenching around Chaeyoung's wrist like a vise.

Jennie is holding her tight from behind, the rapper's arm banded across her waist to keep her upright. Lisa, still nuzzling into Jisoo's leg, has taken to pressing biting kisses up the inside of her thigh, like she's impatient for her turn. Finally, Jisoo cums. Hard. It takes Rosie and Jennie working together to keep her from flailing out of their arms, and she collapses forward into the blonde’s chest, who catches her with a smile, kissing her cheek. Jisoo pants desperately for air, her body trembling in the aftermath. Her vision is slightly blurry with tears of pleasure, and her limbs feel like jelly. She feels the other girls surrounding her—holding her, stroking her, kissing her, praising her. And she knows she's never felt safer or more loved, regardless of how wrecked she feels.

Jennie kisses her shoulder tenderly and murmurs, "You did so good, unnie…. So good."

Lisa grins, still rubbing Jisoo's bare hip. "Damn."

Rosé offers her sticky fingers to the other girls after getting a taste for herself, and Jennie suckles it particularly eagerly. Jisoo watches them, her gaze hooded and almost feral in its intensity. She can't stop touching Rosé; it's like if she doesn't have her fingers in constant contact with the blonde, then a part of her is missing.

Lisa, unashamed of her impatient nature, is nuzzling up against them like a demanding cat, clearly eager for her turn. The maknae's eyes are nearly black with desire as she leans forward to lap at Chaeyoung's fingers, her tongue slipping out to taste the traces of their unnie's pleasure. Rosé, catching her breath, seems very content to have all her shorter members piled against her, dark eyes calm and twinkling. After a long pause of silence, her Aussie accent pipes up,

“Anyone else need anything?”Lisa makes a small, whiny noise against Rosé's stomach—still not ready to let go. Jennie just hums in contentment from where she's draped over the blonde’s shoulder, her fingers idly playing with Chaeyoung’s hair.

Jisoo is too blissed-out to form words yet, but she does nuzzle closer into Rosé with a soft sigh. The answer is obvious: they're all perfectly happy right where they are for now.

“Two of four girls have cum, if im correct,”

Chaeyoung muses, patting their two older counterparts on the head. Then she looks pointedly at Lisa.

“I think us youngest girls should have a moment with our audience, yeah Lisa?”

Lisa's eyes light up, her signature smirk spreading across her lips. She sits up, almost like an eager puppy who's about to be released from its leash.

Jennie laughs, the sound affectionate and a little ragged, before extracting herself from Rosé's embrace and lying back on the oversized bed. She props herself up on her elbows to look at them expectantly, her own gaze dark with desire.

Jisoo sighs softly, still tucked against the blonde for warmth, and murmurs, "Go on, you two… we can watch."

The two tallest members are a vision crawling towards each other on the couch, all slender, lean silhouettes and swollen lips and darkened eyes. They meet with a soft kiss, and then Rosé murmurs, like she always does, asking what her lovers want,

“Lalisa.. you look delectable tonight. Say… we haven’t got your favorite strap out yet…”

Lisa shivers at the sound of her given name on Rosé's tongue; it never fails to send a thrill down the maknae's spine. Her eyes are dark with hunger as they meet the blonde's, and her words come out a little breathless.

"You spoil me too much, unnie…." she murmurs in that low, seductive voice of hers—the one that makes the other members weak in the knees without fail.

“You wanna fuck me with it?”

The blonde asks, raising her eyebrows, matching Lisa’s energy and falling prey to her charm. Lisa grins, her eyes flashing with excitement. She's more than happy to play this game. The maknae shifts closer to the blonde, her voice dropping lower as she responds.

"Mmm, is that an offer?" She reaches out to trace her fingertips down Rosé's bare stomach, letting her nails trail teasingly over the blonde's pale skin. "Would you let me have you like that, unnie…?"

Chaeyoung shivers, getting wet, and that’s all the answer needed. She’s the group’s ethereal little fairy, more delicate and whimsical than the others, and there’s few things like how her slender body and long limbs can contort for them.

Lisa watches the blonde shiver and can't help the smirk that curves her lips. The way her unnie responds to her touch—all soft and pliant and utterly gorgeous—does things to the maknae, making her feel like the most powerful being in the world just by watching Rosé submit.

With gentle hands, she pushes the blonde back onto the couch, positioning herself between slim legs that spread easily at her touch. Lisa leans forward, pressing her body flush to Chaeyoung's, and murmurs against her neck, "How do you like it tonight, Rosie…?"

The blonde gulps, glancing down at the leather straps decorating Lisa’s hips, smirking fondly at the worn flexibility in them, and then blushing when she spots the ridged, slightly curved lilac toy attached to it. She and Jennie refused to get any ugly dildos.

She runs her hands slowly up Lisa’s tan shoulders, and then sighs,

“I don’t know.. just find what makes me scream.”

Lisa's smirk turns downright wicked at the challenge, her hands sliding up to grip Rosé's hips as she pulls the blonde flush against her. The toy presses right where it belongs—already making Chaeyoung whimper just from the teasing contact.

"Oh, I'll find it," she purrs in that deep Thai-accented voice of hers, "But you better be loud for me, princess… Jennie and Jisoo are gonna want a show~"

(Cue Jennie already propping herself up on an elbow to watch with rapt attention, Jisoo arching an eyebrow curiously beside her.)

Chae already shifts, that hopeless romantic look in her eyes like always that makes all three girls melt from the inside out. She’s shifts, spreading her thighs, but Lisa quickly catches that she needs more foreplay. Lisa’s smirk softens into something almost tender as she sees Rosé's expression—all that desperate, romantic need. The maknae doesn't hesitate; she presses a slow, filthy kiss to the blonde's neck while her fingers trail down to tease between Chaeyoung’s thighs.

"You want me to take my time with you first?" she murmurs against Rosé's skin, "Or do you just wanna beg for it?"

The approving hums from beside them are almost comical with how close they are, interrupting like a peanut gallery. A sharp glare from their dancer quiets them down.

“Take your time.. drag it out, Lis.. you earned it.”

She lets herself relax finally, cupping Lisa’s cheeks and squeezing them affectionately, holding her close with glimmering eyes of affection. Rosé likes the strap because it means hands are free to hold her close. Lisa melts at the affectionate gesture, her cheeks squished between Rosé's palms as she nuzzles into the touch. The maknae's movements slow—deliberate, worshipful—her fingers tracing lazy circles over Chaeyoung’s clit while her other hand grips the blonde’s hip to keep her still.

"Mmm… you taste so good," she murmurs against Rosé's neck, "Gonna make sure you drip for me before I even put it in."

The blonde runs her hands down Lisa’s back, feeling each muscle ripple, whining under her breath in a way that makes all three girls shudder. Her eyes are already nearly closed, cracked open but not seeing, somewhere far away. Lisa groans at the sound, her hips jerking forward involuntarily. The way Rosé whines—so soft and wrecked already—makes something primal twist in Lisa's stomach. She drags her fingers just a little faster now, teasing Chaeyoung with the promise of more.

"Fuck… you're so pretty like this," she rasps, "All lost in it already? And I've barely even started."

The jerk forward just barely shoves the head of the strap against Chaeyoung’s hole, stretching but not entering yet, which makes her roll her hips and whimper. She tangles her hands in Lisa’s hair to bring her down closer, kissing her bangs fervently.

Lisa can't help a shaky sigh at the feeling of Chaeyoung grinding against her—her own self control beginning to wear thin. The kiss against her bangs is surprisingly affectionate, considering the current situation, and Lisa can't help tilting her head into the soft gesture. She pulls back just enough to meet Rosé's half-lidded gaze, her eyes dark and intense.

"You ready?" she murmurs, not even bothering to hide how affected she is, "You want me to fill you up, Posie?"

Those midnight eyes flutter open to gaze at Lisa with such purity in such a filthy situation, caressing down the maknae’s throat and collarbone.

“I want what you want, love.”

Lisa chokes- actually chokes -on a breath at the words, her entire body freezing for half a second. The way Rosé says "love" with that kind of soft devotion while they're like this? It's lethal.

Her hips jerk forward on instinct, sinking the toy in halfway just to hear Chaeyoung gasp.

"Fuck," she rasps, "I want you to cum so hard you forget how to walk."

At that reminder, Rosé just starts singing the lyrics to one of Lisa’s songs, but switching them up a little,

“It’s the end of the month and the weekend~ I don’t need that ability till Monday~”

She even does the rapper hands on either side of Lisa’s head, and all the girls can’t help but burst into laughter, noticing Rosie must've gotten into more of the wine from earlier than they thought. Lisa's cheeks split into a wide grin at the song lyric, her head dropping to rest against Rosé's shoulder as the laughter bubbles up in her chest. Jisoo and Jennie are both laughing their asses off at the gesture, too.

"Unnie!" Lisa complains, the sound half-laughing, "Stop quoting my own lyrics back at me! You're ruining the mood."

The blonde is having too much fun now, grinning from ear to ear and bouncing a little as she continues,

“Check that money my new bank account number (uh, uh huh) That’s that shit that’s never getting bounced on ya bitch I do the money dance I just made a hunnit bands-"

Lisa groans dramatically, throwing her head back in mock despair as Rosé keeps going. Jisoo is clutching her stomach from laughing so hard, and Jennie has given up entirely, face buried in a pillow to stifle the wheezing.

"Okay! Okay!" Lisa finally yelps between giggles, "I get it! You're better at my own bars than I am!"

She punctuates this by abruptly sinking the toy all the way inside Chaeyoung with one sharp thrust. Shrieking, Chaeyoung is caught by surprise, throwing her arms around Lisa’s neck and then wincing with a low moan.

“Ohh, shit Lisa… you like my performance that much?”

Lisa can't help the cocky grin that spreads over her expression—pleased at the response she gets from the blonde. Her arm snakes around Rosé's hips to keep her flush, giving the toy another small thrust with a smirk.

"You know you're hot when you get cheeky," Lisa teases, her voice still gravelly and low, "But I'd rather hear you moaning than rapping."

A little grunt is pushed from the thinner girl’s lungs at the thrust, and she clenches around Lisa’s length, the action sending a chain shudder up her spine as she whines breathlessly, squeezing her eyes closed,

”Baby~..”

The sensation sends a jolt of heat through Lisa, making her bite her lip to hold back an embarrassing whine of her own. Rosé's body against hers, all pale and pliant and perfect, is like a drug to the maknae, and she has to fight the overwhelming urge to just take. Lisa presses her face into Chaeyoung's neck, murmuring against her skin,

"Yeah? Say that again, princess… You sound so pretty."

“Our little songbird.. look at that tight cunt at work. It’s been a while since you’ve strapped her, huh Lis?”

Jennie muses with a smile, hugging Jisoo’s arm where they lounge and cuddle, enjoying the view with occasional sounds of their own appreciation.

Rosé looks completely blissed out, arms limp above her head, no qualms about being completely vulnerable present, eyes closed and lips part for feminine moans and soft pants. She shifts her hips, spreading her thighs further to try to take more for Lisa. To be a good girl. The base of the strap is grinding against the dancer’s clit just right. Lisa's gaze snaps up at Jennie's words, the color high on her cheeks as the sound of her unnies murmuring and moving around behind her registers in her dazed state. She shifts her grip on Rosé's hips, her own hips starting to move slowly, but purposefully, her eyes fixed on Chaeyoung's blissed-out expression.

The blonde looks like a dream like this: all soft and pretty with her head thrown back and her face flushed. Lisa's voice is ragged when she responds.

"Yeah. It's been too long."

“While we’re here in Tokyo-“

Rosie cuts in with gasps between the thrusts that have steadied into a rhythm but are still achingly slow for both of them,

“You can have me every night like this..”

She gives Lisa a sweet smile, rubbing her thumbs over her collarbones,

“Can I touch your tits while you fuck me? They look so damn good, Lis..”

Lisa's breath hitches at the request, her hips stuttering for a second as she looks down at Rosé. The way Chaeyoung wants to touch her—like she's something precious and not just an afterthought—makes Lisa feel so damn warm.

"Fuck yeah you can," she rasps, adjusting herself slightly so the blonde can reach up easier without interrupting their rhythm. "Grab 'em hard if you want."

Jennie makes a strangled whimper pathetically behind them, covering her face when Jisoo teases her for it. Chaeyoung smiles like she’s been giving a gift, and she rubs her thumbs down over round brown nipples like she’s been imagining doing that all night. Her eyes take in all of Lisa’s curves and dips and muscles with intense appreciation, and she kicks her hips up a little to make the strap rub Lisa harder. Lisa chokes on a moan as Rosé's thumbs drag over her nipples, the sensation shooting straight down to where they're connected. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily at the sudden friction against her own clit, and she has to grit her teeth for a second just to keep from coming undone right then.

"Fuck- fuck! You little-" she gasps out between panting breaths, "You're doing that on purpose now!"

“I like the stars in your eyes as you try so hard not to cum.. that mysterious mix of green and brown and blue and gray… and the way you breathe like you’ve been running. It makes your chest…”

Whispers the blonde like it’s any other innocent compliment. Lisa freezes—just for a second—at the whispered praise, her entire body tensing as Chaeyoung's words sink in. Her grip on Rosé's hips tightens reflexively, nails digging into pale skin.

"You—" Her voice is wrecked, "You're not playing fair."

But she can't stop herself from rolling her hips forward again just to hear that breathy little whimper from the blonde. Lisa leans down until their foreheads touch, panting hard against Chaeyoung’s lips. Long fingered hands run over Lisa’s back, tracing the dancer’s well trained muscles. Chaeyoung’s eyes lock onto hers and don’t leave them for a moment, fighting to stay open despite the sparks arcing up her spine as Lisa pulses into her with more force but still no urgency, leaning up just enough to kiss her with way too much tongue as she moans, hips rising to meet hers.

“Fuck.. I love when we take it slow like this… god Lis I'm only getting tighter…”

Lisa can't respond beyond a ragged groan into the kiss, her tongue tangling with Chaeyoung's in an eager battle as she tries to remember how to form words. The way the blonde is clinging to her—like they'll crumble apart at any second if they don't keep close—is making Lisa feel dizzy and needy in a way she's not ready to name. She just moans, pressing her forehead against Chaeyoung's again with a shudder.

"You drive me crazy," she whispers raggedly. "God, you're perfect."

The praise makes her unnie buck and whine, squeezing her eyes shut but forcing them back open again quickly. Lisa can’t believe she hasn’t even pulled out Rosé’s greatest weakness yet as she’s reminded of it, eager for revenge over how flustered she made her with all her poetic rambling. Lisa feels the blonde's reaction to the praise—the way her body tenses up and arches beneath her—and can't help but grin. She knows there's one thing that'll make the perfect, beautiful and composed Rosé fall apart at her feet, and she's ready to use it to her advantage. She leans down until her lips brush against the shell of Chaeyoung's ear, murmuring in a rough voice,

"You're being such a good girl for me…"

Tears of pleasure prick at the corners of her dark eyes, and her hips buck again, sinking herself to the hilt on Lisa and burying her face tight in the crook of her neck with a guttural moan.

“M-m-m..”

Rosé gulps hard, consciously correcting her words,

“Lalisa~”

Lisa chokes on a moan at the sound of her name—her real one, spoken in that wrecked little voice. Her hips jerk forward hard enough to make Rosé's back arch off the couch, and she can feel how wet Chaeyoung is getting just from hearing Lisa praise her.

"Fuck—fuck! Say it again," she rasps, "Say my name like that when you cum for me."

The two both accelerate, choking on broken words as Lisa drowns Rosé in praise, telling her profusely how pretty and sweet and loved she is. Lisa still ends up cumming first, but as she absolutely rails into Chaeyoung as she rides it out, the blonde comes undone with her, squeezing so hard around her it feels kind of like she has to rip through. Lisa lets out a strangled gasp as her release hits, burying her face in Rosé's neck. The blonde's name falls from her lips, a ragged and shattered mantra as she rides it out. She can feel the way Chaeyoung clenches around her, the pressure driving her wild, and she almost doesn't recognize her own voice as she begs,

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for me. My baby girl."

Her hips snap like a feral animal’s, and their mouths collide in the midst of yowling each other’s names, mostly teeth and tongue. Every harsh breath that is shoved from Lisa’s lungs feels like a sob as her vision literally flashes white for a second. Their arms are locked tight around each other, Rosé’s ankles hooked behind Lisa’s back so she couldn’t pull out any more than is necessary to slam back in. Nails are raked down spines, incoherent moans making Jisoo feel a little faint from where she observes. Their faces are contorted with bliss. Everything between their thighs is a mess of fresh slickness. Lisa sobs—actually sobs—her body trembling violently as she clings to Rosé like a lifeline. Her hips stutter helplessly, still grinding into Chaeyoung’s oversensitive flesh even as her own orgasm fades. The pain of nails dragging down her back just makes the pleasure sharper, and Lisa whimpers against the blonde's lips between panting breaths.

"R-Rosé-ah…" she chokes out, "I can't—I can't stop moving—!"

”Don’t…”

The blonde gasps hoarsely back, eyes squeezed shut, Lisa’s loss of control stoking the embers of her aftershocks, both of them extremely sensitive and whimpering like puppies at the friction, yet not backing down. Lisa shudders at the hoarse plea, her hips rolling helplessly into the warm, oversensitive heat. There's an almost desperate edge to the way she clings to Rosé—like she'd fall apart if she lets go—and her voice is ragged and broken when she replies,

"Need you… Need you… Need you…"

The two youngest are both crying as they refuse to separate, paralyzed by passion, continuing to rut like knotted animals, groaning incoherent professions to each other. Lisa purrs in Rosé’s ear,

“Oh god, Angel.. I could stay inside you forever.. my perfect girl. My beautiful, intelligent, funny, big-hearted puppy. Oh g-g-god Chaeyoung… oh I can’t stop…”

“Lalisa.. my goddess..”

The paler girl mewls back,

“Don’t you dare leave me.. I love you.. you’re so incredible.. so beautiful.. so inspiring and thrilling and real.. fuck me till you cum again, pretty puppy, please…”

Jisoo and Jennie exchange a dubious look, and Jisoo chuckles, muttering as her counterpart nods in exasperated agreement, "They're so dramatic, aren't they? Oh well, I guess it's part of what's sweet about them."

Lisa groans at the words—at hearing herself called a goddess, and a pretty puppy in that wrecked, sexy voice of Rosé's... It makes her stomach tighten in a familiar way—something between pure awe and overwhelming need... She leans down to brush her lips against the blonde’s cheek, nuzzling against her ear as she gasps, "Your puppy, Angel… Always yours… You and Jisoo and Jennie. Only y–yours… My girls…"

Jennie and Jisoo shiver softly at the sound of their names. Calloused fingers palm every inch of Rosé’s body before they cum together again, this time even more undignified, writhing and crying out but locked together as their hip bones bruise from impact, and when they both finally finish, they collapse completely. Lisa can’t even find the energy to pull out. She’s just lies on Rosé’s chest as everything passes between them without words. They’re slick with sweat and cum that will probably cost them an extra cleaning fee when they check out. Jennie lets out a shuddering breath, gently disentangling herself from Jisoo's arms. She rises on shaking legs before moving to the couch where the two maknaes are still lying. She runs her fingers through the hair of them both, smiling softly—almost dreamily—down at them. Both girls look spent and exhausted, curled up against each other with messy hair and flushed cheeks and a blissful look. Jennie can't say she's surprised how that happened. Jisoo and Jennie, the responsible, caring unnies, gently separate the two, wiping them down and tossing the strap on the floor, before they all curl up once more like they were at the beginning of the night and fall asleep the family unit they are.

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When Lisa stirs, she finds herself in a warm tangle of arms and legs. She blinks blearily in the early morning light, shifting closer to the cozy source of heat to her right; she's met with a whiff of sweet perfume and the soft, familiar weight of blonde hair brushing against her cheek. Lisa sighs contentedly, nuzzling into the head pillow that is Rosé's chest.

A hand runs through her hair, and she hears Jennie's low, groggy voice from behind her. "Morning sleepyhead."

Jisoo’s face pokes out from under Jennie’s hair, where she was lowkey drowning. She yawns, grumbling in low incoherent Korean. Rosie’s eyes open as the sunlight falls right across them, and she rolls over to grip Lisa like a cocoon, holding her tight to her chest with her chin on top of her head. The Thai grins, nuzzling into Rosé's collarbones like a cat looking for affection. Jennie groans, burying her face in Jisoo's shoulder and pulling them all closer together—as if that's even possible. They lie there in silence for a long moment, the only sounds their soft breathing and faint, sleepy sighs from the maknaes. Jisoo is absently massaging Jennie's hip, her eyes half-lidded and sleep-hazy.

"We should go get breakfast before we check out," Jisoo murmurs eventually.

Rosie presses a smooch to Lisa’s hairline, which makes the maknae hum cutely, before giving her unnies each a kiss too. She sighs in complaint,

“What time do we have to check out? It’s just a travel day, right? We don’t have to get ready or anything.”

"Eleven," Jisoo replies, still looking like she's half asleep. Jennie huffs, her arms tightening around both of them. "Which means we have at least another few hours, yeah. We can take our time."

Lisa grins at that, nuzzling into Rosé's chest and tangling their legs together. "Mmm-mmm... Morning cuddles and room service, then."

“We should get some omelettes and toast!”

Chaeyoung suggests cheerfully, and the other girls’ mouths water in agreement.

“And I wanna shower with Jennie unnie after.. we didn’t get enough contact last night.”

Jennie's cheeks flush pink at the suggestion, but she doesn't protest—just smirks and presses a lazy kiss to Rosé's forehead. "Mmm. You just want an excuse to wash my back for me."

Lisa snorts, poking her nose into Chaeyoung’s collarbone. "You are insatiable. And I get Jisoo unnie all to myself while you two are busy?"

(Jisoo sighs dramatically but doesn’t say no.)

The domesticity of it all is so beautiful. The easygoing affection. The freedom, not only of their words but their bodies, bare and entangled. Jisoo nuzzles against Lisa’s shoulder from behind, mumbling,

“Don’t get naughty ideas, Lisa-yah.”

Chaeyoung still squeezes the maknae like a teddy bear as Jennie reaches for the phone, giggling as one of Jisoo’s and one of Chaeyoung’s hands both instinctively steady her waist. She lifts it to her ear, then pauses, furrowing her brows,

“안- wait, which country are we in guys?”

"Tokyo," Jisoo murmurs from behind her with a sleepy smile. Her hands rub soft circles on Jennie's waist, making the younger girl arch into her hands like a cat in need of attention.

"That's not a country," Lisa points out contrarily. She can't help but smile, though, enjoying the easy intimacy between the four of them. There's something so comfortable and so safe about being together like this, like a weight being lifted.

"Don't worry, we'll find some English menu."

“Oh, yeah.. Konichiwa! Can I get two spicy pepper omelettes and two sweet onion and pork omelettes? And also some spring rolls.”

Jennie asks, glancing back at the girls to see if they want anything. Jisoo grabs the phone and adds,

“And one latte, one black coffee, and two caramel cappuccinos, please.”

Lisa grins at the order, impressed. "Sounds like we're gonna eat good," she remarks, still holding Chaeyoung to her. "Can't wait."

Jisoo hums in agreement as she hangs up the phone, already looking more awake as the prospect of food arises. Jennie gives her a small kiss, leaning back on Jisoo's chest with a content smile. It's moments like this, where all four of them are warm, bare, and just happy to be with each other, that make the stressful life of an idol seem bearable. When there’s a knock on their door of the food, they have to do a quick game of rock paper scissors to decide who will have to get up and answer it. Chaeyoung loses, to her chagrin (no one is surprised), pulling on an oversized t shirt and athletic shorts and covering the other girls up with some blankets. She quickly thanks the doorman and returns with their feast and a huge beaming smile.

“Let’s dig in!! God im starving!”

Lisa groans dramatically as she watches Rosé scramble to answer the door, throwing a pillow at her retreating back for good measure. "Traitor! You lost on purpose!"

Jisoo and Jennie are already sitting up eagerly, blankets still draped over their shoulders as they eye the food with hungry looks. Lisa finally peels herself off Chaeyoung's spot, now cold, and shuffles toward the table.

"Hope you got extra chili sauce," she grumbles playfully, "Or I'm stealing your portion."

Rosé flops right back on top of Lisa, biting at her shoulder oh-so-gently in retaliation. Jisoo sips her black coffee and Jennie snatches up the latte, while the two youngest practically lunge for the hash browns.

Lisa yelps dramatically as Rosé's teeth graze her shoulder, but she's grinning too hard to actually be mad. She grabs the fork with one hand and pulls Chaeyoung closer with the other, stealing a steaming bite right in front of her.

"Mm! Sweet revenge," she cackles—until Jennie flicks a strawberry at her head from across the table.