#datzu

dahyun manages a tired smile. if there was anything that could convince her to hang in there a little longer, it would undoubtedly be tzuyu. 

“don’t worry.” 

tzuyu seems to see right through her, unfortunately. “you need a break, hyun.” 

while dahyun appreciates the kind reminder, she knows she has to push the temptation aside.

she sighs, straightening up again. “you know that won't be productive.” 

“but you've been studying all day,” tzuyu pouts. “and it's one am already.” 

she places her gentle hands on dahyun's shoulders, rubbing lightly and easing the tension between dahyun's joints. 

dahyun moans unconsciously, head lolling back. she's never quite been able to resist tzuyu's massages.  

her eyes flutter close as she continues, mind drifting. “mhm… well, if you have any other ways to help me learn eight chapters in a day…” 

her words trail off, and she assumes this is the end of the discussion, but perhaps she'd been too careless with her reactions, because the edge of tzuyu's lips tug up, and dahyun knows immediately what it means. 

“i know a thing or two that could help with something else,” tzuyu hums lowly, a titillating lilt in her voice. 

dahyun's cheeks flush. 

she stammers to find a response, but her breath halts when tzuyu pulls her chair back, turning her seat around languidly. 

dahyun tries to protest, she really does. 

“i should– ” 

but her mouth goes dry again when tzuyu kneels in between her legs, lidded eyes trained on hers all the while. 

“relax, baby,” tzuyu teases. 

she slips her thumb beneath the waistband of dahyun's sweats, tugging, but only ever so slightly – a small taste of what's to be desired. 

dahyun's stomach flips, and her heart beats so quickly she feels warmth spread right up to her fingertips. 

more often than not, it has always been her taking the lead – not to dominate, certainly not; but simply to give and to pleasure – because making tzuyu happy made her happy. 

she's never considered – never even thought to consider – that tzuyu could want to lead; or, more importantly, that she herself would enjoy it so much, even if they've barely done anything much yet.  

tzuyu looks up expectantly. 

dahyun’s heart beats so quickly she wonders how she was ever able to resist at all. 

“p-please,” she whispers, hesitant at the unfamiliarity but much too turned on to refuse.

tzuyu lets out a satisfied sound. she tugs on dahyun's waistband again, and dahyun knows enough to lift her hips for her. 

“that's it,” tzuyu coos. 

her eyes have long left dahyun's, now looking over the damp spot on dahyun's panties while she bites her lips absent-mindedly. she pushes the fabric aside with a finger, and dahyun's so wet it almost has to be peeled off, completely drenched in slick and arousal. 

dahyun keeps her gaze on anything else but the sight of tzuyu blown out eyes, face hot at how a few steps of foreplay could rouse her that much. 

tzuyu lifts a brow, amused at the sticky hot substance already coating her finger. 

“want me to help with that, unnie?” 

dahyun's breath hitches. “tzu. anything, please.”

“mhm, alright,” tzuyu giggles. 

she tugs dahyun's panties down then, taking it off completely along with dahyun's sweats. when she reclaims her place between dahyun's legs, she lifts dahyun's knees over her shoulders.

dahyun gasps, suddenly pulled forward in her seat. “oh, fuck.” 

tzuyu's so close that dahyun can feel her breath on her centre, and her stomach starts clenching already at the minimal stimulation.

“you like this?” tzuyu chuckles. 

she lays a cheek against dahyun's inner thigh, looking up with feigned innocence, though her lustfully hooded eyes tell a very different story. 

‘n-need you,” dahyun whimpers.

she feels her embarrassment grow as her own wetness pools incessantly on the seat, yet she almost considers throwing all her pride aside to start begging stupidly when she sees tzuyu lick her lips. 

“i've never seen you like this before, unnie,” tzuyu muses. 

she presses feather light kisses to dahyun's thigh, but the languidness burns like a sting when dahyun's so desperate to be touched properly she could go mad. 

tzuyu drawls on, punctuating her words slowly. 

“it’s really– ” she says with a kiss. “ – really– ” then kisses again. “ – really– ” and another final kiss to dahyun's thigh. “ – cute.” 

dahyun's legs clamp a little more with every kiss, and by now, she's trapped tzuyu in between her legs, her heels digging into tzuyu's back and pulling her in instinctively. 

“tzuyu, tzuyu,” dahyun breathes out, nearly whining. “you-your mouth, please. please don't tease.” 

the edge of tzuyu's lips tug up, pleased. 

“of course, unnie. i did say i'd help, didn't i?” 

it's another tease; an embarrassing one, at that, when dahyun had been so insistent on resisting but was now begging like nothing mattered more in the world than having her girlfriend touch her; yet she can barely find half a mind to care when tzuyu finally puts her mouth to work, kissing her clit and sucking deliciously, and it makes dahyun whine so much all the sounds get caught in her throat and she loses her voice momentarily, managing nothing more than soft whimpers and cries. 

dahyun tangles a hand in tzuyu's hair, keeping her in place as her grip tightens around the armrest. 

“tzu, tzuyu, please– just like that, please don't stop,” she keeps mewling, vocabulary dwindling down to only tzuyu's name and anything else that would get her to keep going. 

tzuyu stutters a little, and dahyun wants to beg her to maintain the rhythm, but her mind goes white and she forgets whatever complaints she'd had when she feels tzuyu's fingers coming in between her folds, gathering her arousal thoroughly so she could thrust her fingers into her. 

“tzuyu!”

dahyun's hips jolt, and this time she's the one who stutters, head thrown back as her whimpers break into sharp whines. tzuyu only has to suck on her clit once more for dahyun to completely fall apart, faster than she ever has before, quickly coming undone around tzuyu's fingers and mouth as she sobs tzuyu's name incoherently. 

tzuyu tries to prolong the pleasure as best she can, but there's only so much she can do after dahyun starts pushing her away, whining with sensitivity. she settles with pressing her palm over dahyun's tummy, rubbing gently until dahyun stops shaking. 

“oh my god, tzuyu,” dahyun finally pants. she lays her hand over tzuyu's, blissed out. 

tzuyu laughs and rises from her knees to give dahyun a chaste kiss. “how was that?” 

dahyun curls her arms around tzuyu's neck, coaxing her in so she could rest her forehead on her shoulder. tzuyu responds in kind, adrenaline helping her pick dahyun up into her arms. 

she brings dahyun to their bed, and dahyun almost immediately pulls her in for another kiss once they hit the sheets. 

“you should top more,” dahyun murmurs. 

tzuyu grins, and dahyun watches as the lust returns to tzuyu's eyes, alluring all over again, both most definitely as into the idea as each other.  

“that was nothing… but i recall someone wanting to study more?” tzuyu teases.

laid nearly bare under tzuyu, head still dizzy from her previous orgasm; dahyun tries, for the nth time, to convince herself that studying for her finals would be more worth it than doing anything else in the world right now. 

but when tzuyu peppers kisses down her neck, nipping lightly and sneaking her fingers underneath her shirt, dahyun decides – ah, fuck it. 

“i can study tomorrow – i want you more.”

these many fics in a month?? almost reminds me of last year when i'd procrastinate from studying sm (lol) by writing fics (not lol) which is why i wrote so many fics so quickly then 💀 (don't worry, my academics were not effected! procrastinate responsibly! don't be like this fic 🙅‍♀️) i must give credit to this drabble @nr1chaedickrider sent to my ask box -- consider it a remastered ver, maybe! (done with permission!)

and yay top!tzu :)

nayeon was far too indulgent, pushing jihyo to get anything she wants, making her own suggestions at times. jihyo lets herself be cared for, melting on nayeon’s lap with each kiss left on her shoulder, too aware of the hand nayeon rests on her bare thigh.

a part of being nayeon and sana’s companion — it was a better term than the one her roommate used to describe their relationship — came with that. the touches, the kisses, staying over the night. jihyo had been shy when they first kissed her, even more so when nayeon had naturally rested her palm over her knee one day while driving, but the bashfulness slowly disappeared as she was frequently with them and such things kept happening.

nayeon’s choice of clothes for her that day had been strategic. she was seriously keen on dressing jihyo up like jihyo was her own doll, and jihyo was. it was a silent addition to their deal. sometimes, jihyo would wear outfits picked by nayeon. that was nayeon’s particular way to make jihyo more hers, which was equivalent to the jewelry given to jihyo by sana with a possessive ‘s’ engraved on each one.

and so, knowing what jihyo wore under her clothes was yet another reason why nayeon didn’t want her to go.

“considered staying yet, princess?” nayeon asks by the time jihyo has finished shopping.

“i have class early tomorrow,” jihyo mutters. there’s a squeeze of her thigh and lips being pressed against her neck. that is before they hear the sound of keys.

the ringing of the metal is faint and only jihyo seems to notice, but it has her leaving nayeon’s lap in a hurry — because that was sana, and she had missed her.

sana has no time to fully step inside the house, her hips suddenly has legs wrapped around it and there are arms around her neck. spontaneously, sana lets out a sigh of relief, all of the tension on her shoulders long gone as she holds jihyo, careful not to let her princess fall, walking inside and closing the door with the sole of her shoe.

sana coos, pecking jihyo’s cheek out of habit. “someone is excited to see me.”

nayeon joins them, kissing sana’s lips as a welcome gesture. she has been doing that for years, ever since they got married. sana lets the same sigh of relief she always did and everything feels just right. the only difference from the past to the present was that now there was no longer a missing piece in their marriage.

“would you believe she wants to go home?” nayeon remarks, almost teasing with the tone of her voice.

“i don’t want to,” jihyo quickly explains. “i promised dahyunie i’d make dinner for us tonight. and tomorrow…”

nayeon clicks her tongue. “tomorrow i’ll take you to college. no need to worry about that. but i believe you need to tell your friend you’re not going home, mhm?”

“it’s late,” sana adds. “she probably knows you’re staying with us.”

jihyo has a small pout on her lips as the choice is made for her, but she hardly wants to leave, besides, she could make up for her roommate later. so she stays, tells sana everything she had previously told nayeon about her day, and has dinner with them — not without letting dahyun know she wouldn’t go home for the night.

they’d only sleep that night. jihyo believes so, because sana was tired and nayeon hadn’t tried anything with her. perhaps nayeon was being considerate of her early schedule, it’s what jihyo thinks at first, but not long after they’re lying on the bed, nayeon has her greedy hand between jihyo’s thighs.

their deal didn’t contemplate sex. jihyo was initially there to make them company in exchange for the money she needed to stay in college and live comfortably. that was what she had agreed with. over the time, the need to be with them in more ways than one grew stronger, and only then did jihyo start to sleep with them.

sana and nayeon weren’t her first experience with it — but they were the second, and the first women she’d been with, which was adorable from their perspective, as they got the opportunity to introduce her to all sorts of things. they were taking it slow, patiently respecting jihyo’s pace, satisfied with anything she’d let them have, no matter if said thing was a kiss or sex.

“this will make you sleep faster, princess.” nayeon confidently assures. “or should i stop?”

the question is more of a demand for jihyo’s consent. jihyo shakes her head, opposed to the idea of nayeon not finishing what she had started, but she remembers sana and nayeon being strict about her being vocal. use your words, always — they told her once, on an occasion that wasn’t much different than the present one.

“no.” jihyo mutters. she’s aware of sana’s hands on the hem of her nightdress, looking away from nayeon’s face when sana manages to expose her.

“oh,” sana lets out a hum of a laugh. “how cute.”

“isn’t she?” nayeon looks down. the hand that had once been merely resting against jihyo’s center moves away. “she always chooses the ones with the cute little ribbons.”

there are two hands keeping her legs apart. nayeon’s is quickly replaced by her own leg, making it impossible for jihyo to close them if she wanted to, but sana’s stays where it is, on jihyo’s inner thigh, a place that had once been exclusive for only jihyo herself and that now was for the two older women to play with.

as though almost everything was new to jihyo in that aspect, that was the married couple’s first experience with someone like jihyo, which could explain why they were so utterly turned on by what they were seeing. it felt as if they were doing something wrong, something prohibited, when they had their little princess like that, exposed and ready to be touched, especially when what she wore looked so pure. wickedly virginal.

nayeon had personally picked that for jihyo. she constantly made jihyo choose between dark and light sets, with the dark ones being on the sexier side — there were usually no ribbons on those, but they were pretty regardless. sana only understood the motive behind nayeon’s fixation on dressing jihyo up when she realized nayeon made her a doll. and jihyo liked doing that for nayeon. becoming what she wanted.

“adorable.” sana presses her lips to jihyo’s temple. “don’t keep her waiting, darling. this princess needs to sleep early.”

nayeon complies with sana’s request, sliding the lacy fabric down jihyo’s smooth legs. it’s a shame she will no longer get to see her in the white lingerie adorned with light purple ribbons, but that is the least of nayeon’s worries once she slides two fingers into an awaiting, tight heat.

jihyo pants softly against the pillow at the feeling, the noise bringing a smile to sana’s face. nayeon’s fingers could feel like too much for someone who had little experience like jihyo — they were certainly longer than her own and nayeon knew exactly how to curve them inside, effortlessly reaching a spot that made jihyo shut her eyes tightly, crying out at the feeling.

“so easy,” sana observes while exposing jihyo’s chest calmly. the straps of her nightdress fall to her arms first, and then, with the tip of her nails, sana pulls the silky material down to bare jihyo’s chest for them. “my, my. could you believe i was forgetting how perfect these were?”

jihyo doubts the question is directed to her, but she wants to answer, wants to do more than lying down and taking, yet that was what she was there for. to be at their full mercy.

when sana wraps her lips around a hard nipple, jihyo is still only able to let moans and tiny sobs out of her mouth rather than words, but that was a enough of an answer. it told them everything they needed to know, really.

nayeon moans, getting wet as jihyo clenches around her fingers, “she loves the praise, sana. i wish you could feel this,” nayeon purrs, rubbing her nose against jihyo’s burning cheek. “she always gets so tight when you talk to her like that.”

perhaps nayeon enjoys their time with jihyo way too much. she loves the heat around her fingers, the way sana has to keep jihyo’s leg open with a firm claw or she’d surely close her legs, instinctively, how innocent their princess looked with her face crimson red, too shy to say anything when they were all but feasting on her. nayeon felt like she could come untouched from that.

oh, and the devoted innocence. it was almost like they were corrupting her, in a way. and, in a way, they were, introducing jihyo to a kind of pleasure as good as a sin, the only thing that would make jihyo's barely touched body burn and pulsate all over, reaching a peak of sheer satisfaction.

a squeeze of sana’s teeth on her nipple makes jihyo’s back arch. nayeon becomes hungrier, long fingers sliding in and out of the slippery place between jihyo’s thighs, and soon sana’s fingers are crowding on jihyo’s center, giving attention to her clit.

liquid heat pools at the corners of jihyo’s eyes and she can hardly do anything to stop herself from crying, her tolerance to pleasure clearly weak — even though that was nothing compared to what nayeon and sana wanted, and would, when they had the time, give her.

“come.” sana demands. “now.”

the sudden display of dominance pushes jihyo over the edge.

sana’s voice, as sweet as it was, could be condescending and terribly harsh, making jihyo’s stomach clench before there’s a burst of a feeling that makes jihyo use her idle hands to grip nayeon’s thigh and sana’s wrist, letting out a high pitched cry as she comes undone, forced to keep her legs open despite the urge to close them tight.

sana pulls her hand away and so does nayeon, the both of them keeping jihyo’s legs apart, staring at the mess they had made. nayeon moans as she takes fingers to her own mouth, licking them clean from the glistening liquid. sana envies her. perhaps she’d have to taste it directly from where it came, on another occasion. after all, they shouldn’t keep their princess up until late.

when nayeon is done cleaning her hand, she fixes jihyo’s nightdress and gives jihyo her panties again. it’s even worse now, to look at the cute ribbons on it after what they had done.

“good job, princess.” nayeon kisses her, a soft peck on the lips.

“you’ll sleep like a baby now,” sana coos, taunting her.

jihyo can only hide her face in the crook of nayeon’s neck and allow sana to hug her from behind, dozing off nearly instantly.

“hyunie, i’m home!”

jihyo calls, her loud voice echoing as she steps into the small apartment. to make up for her absence, she’d bought dinner for them and treats for ari.

she finds dahyun on the couch, tzuyu next to her, the both of them looking so cozy that jihyo wants to join. although they never minded when she interrupted their quality time as a couple, jihyo was far too hungry for cuddles.

“oh, she finally remembers she has a home.” dahyun keeps her eyes on the tv, pretending as if she’s annoyed.

jihyo smiles. “i brought dinner.”

“you should’ve done that yesterday.” dahyun huffs. tzuyu lets out a short laugh. dahyun pulls away. “it’s not funny! her sugar mommies are taking her away from me.”

“dahyun!” jihyo lets out a squeal, cheeks pink when dahyun calls them like that in front of tzuyu. “you know what, maybe ari will be happier eating the food i bought for you.”