#gg fluff

at exactly 8 p.m, you pack all your things up on your desk, and rush out of the office before anyone could pull you into boring small talk. you have one mission, get to your house and spend time with _zyozyo by 9 p.m.

your didn't notice the speed at which you were walking until your shoulder bumps into a coworker, quite hard, and your body instantly bows. "i'm so sorry."

the girl, you've only seen around the office a few times, whips her long brown hair over her shoulder as her head turns, "it's okay, just walk more careful," she had an alluring voice that had familiarity to it, and you bow once again.

when she walks away, your eyes focus on her beautiful body, the way her hips sway as if she knew how hot she was in that tight pencil skirt. you shake your head from all thoughts about her, and rush out of the building.

you get home at exactly 8:15 and do your usual routine before going on stream.

you take a simple shower, rub your body down with essential oil, so you look glossy, and find a cute set of lingerie, then throwing a robe over your body.

thankfully, the two of you agreed on hiding identities, so makeup and styling your hair isn't necessary.

the clock read 8:58 p.m when you finish all the steps, and sit on your bed with your laptop propped in your lap, butterflies swirling in the pit of your stomach as you click on the link.

you smile when you see _zyozyo already in the 'waiting room' of your profile, and open the chat.

ur_cupid: hi beautiful, you're here early hehe

_zyozyo: i just couldn't wait any longer to see you

you blush at her message and the butterflies multiple by 100 as the laptop pops up you have an incoming video call.

you answer quicker than you should have, and make sure the camera is pointed at the lower-half of your body only.

zyo wasn't infront of the usual light green wall in her room, instead replaced by a white one.

"i'm not in my room tonight, i had to stay late for work, and i snuck away to a random supply closet with no cameras. but don't worry, i'm the only one here, so you can still hear my cute moans."

she was in a simple black push up bra and floral print panties, yet it was more sexy than any lingerie she's ever worn.

your thighs were already squeezing together and a low giggle comes from her mouth when she notices. "sorry, you look extra sexy tonight, and i'm grateful you didn't reschedule even if you're working late."

zyo kisses the back of her teeth and analyzes every inch of your body as if it was the first time seeing you. "how could i do that to you? i know my princess is a needy girl."

the wetness in your panties grew by size at the pet name and your clit is already pulsating for her.

"take off your bra baby," she instructs, rubbing her boob through her own bra, that stayed on.

you didn't hesitate, unclipping the lingerie quickly until your breasts spill out, and throw the useless fabric somewhere in your room. the cold air mixed with the pool inbetween your thighs, made your nipples noticably hard, and zyo admires the sight.

"good girl, now touch them for me, like i'm the one grabbing them."

you grip both breasts in your hands and let out a cool sigh, squeezing them tight. "they're so sensitive," you giggle soft, rubbing circles on your hard nipples for zyo.

it was her turn to squeeze her thighs together and watches the screen with hearts in her eyes. "i bet, they're not sucked on enough," she hums, bringing a hand down her stomach, while spreading her thighs carefully.

you decide to be brave, and bring one of your nipples to your mouth, sucking on the bud, then swirling your tongue around it, the bottom half of your lips showing on camera.

it was the closest zyo has ever been to seeing your face and she rubs a line in between her covered cunt with a whimper. "fuck, i'll be dreaming of that tongue on my pussy baby."

you giggle and flick your tongue on your nipple more sensually for zyo, then pull away, gripping your now wet tits hard. "you already do that don't you pervert?" you question with a hint of humor in your tone and she giggles. "of course pretty."

"speaking of pretty,, can i see your pretty pussy?" zyo had quite a way with words that had you dripping.

you sit back, making sure your face wasn't in frame still, and peel your soiled panties down your legs teasingly. when you kick them off, your legs get goosebumps and spread wide so she could get a good view.

"mmm i missed that sight, look at it glisten," zyo mumbles while rubbing her covered clit slow so she doesn't cum too fast.

you move your hips around so all your juices hit the light and she groans, sliding off her panties as well.

you watch her fluids slid down to her ass and a hand attaches to your clit quickly, rubbing gentle circles. "your cunt is so messy when you get horny, i love it so much," you moan out while her creamy juices cover her folds. you bite your lip at the thought of licking it all up and begin to rub faster.

"i know how much you love creamy pussies baby girl, it makes you so needy doesn't it?" zyo asks rhetorically and you just moan again in response.

she pays attention to your fast fingers and giggles at the effect she has on you. "what toys did you grab for tonight baby girl?"

you almost got lost in your hand until she brought up toys, and you pick up the new silicon pussy you ordered three days ago. "isn't she beautiful? i haven't tried it out yet," you giggle and rub the toys fake folds in the camera.

zyo cooed at your cool new toy, "it is beautiful, but her name better be zyozyo, i don't want you moaning another womans name." she had a joking, yet serious tone and her possessiveness made your cheeks heat up.

"i named it zyo already don't worry, you're the only name that i scream," you say back and her cheeks turn just as red as yours. "i got lube too, so it's easier to fuck," you pick up a small tube to the camera.

"good girl, i can't wait for you to try it out for me."

her hand goes back to her clit, rubbing circles while you spread the lube on the silicons pussy, making sure zyo watches you slide two fingers inside.

a satisfied smirk spreads on your face when she groans loud at your action, and positon the doll so zyo can see your pussy too.

her eyes watch carefully as you kiss the toys clit with your own, sending shivers through your body. "it feels so real baby," you whimper and zyo slides two fingers inside her cunt when you start rocking your hips.

"that's it, go slowly honey, i don't want you cumming too quickly," zyo mumbles as her fingers pump inside her own pussy with the pace you were moving in.

your eyes glue to the screen to watch zyo fuck herself and the dolls clit flicks with yours. "i kinda want to see you grinding on something as well so i can imagine this toy is your pussy," you giggle breathlessly and quicken your hips at the thought.

zyo pulls her fingers out of her pussy slowly, leaving them drenched in cream, "as my princess wishes," she states, standing up from the storage room floor.

you hear rustling in the background, haulting your movements from curiousity, and a random desk she found, was pushed into frame.

you smile wide at her small frame mounting the surface and she sets down a piece of fabric in front of her. "i think this old uniform will feel better to hump than a polished desk."

"fuck, i love that you'd do anything for me zyo," you whimper as your clit brushes against the slick toy again and she grinds her hips on the rough fabric with a groan. "i would baby girl, you're the only woman i think of all day," she truthfully speaks, making both of your hips move faster.

you move from your sat up position, to hunched over for a harder grind, only the tips of your lips showing on camera, and zyo secretly wished you would show more, even though you both agreed to be anonymous.

"your pussy feels so good against mine pretty girl. i could fuck you like this all day," she moans loud, gripping one of her covered breasts rough.

you whine at her words and speed up more, the toys skin slapping against your thighs audibly. "mmm zyo,,, can you hear our juices rubbing against each other?"

"yes baby, it sounds so sexy. you're always dripping wet for me. my pussy is on your mind 24/7."

the thing is, she isn't wrong, even at work you notice your mind drifting to the sight of her on your laptop screen, fucking her cunt with a dildo.

you slap one of your nipples, a loud slap echoing through the room.

unintentionally, the both of you match paces as your pussies grind hard, also both imagining it was each others. "i know you're close princess, you get quiet when you're close."

you moan and watch her hips more intensely, a big wet spot on the grey outfit, she glided her folds across. "i-i am close, so fucking close,," you whimper while speaking and her breathing fastens. "i am too baby, your pussy just feels so good, i can't keep it in," zyo groans low, her eyes never leaving your screen.

you yelp and lift your hips up as a clear liquid escapes your clenching hole. you rub your clit with your hand now and watch more liquid flowing out of you.

zyo bangs her pussy against the desk while you squirt for the first time, and she squeezes her thighs, the cream she held in, also flowing out of her. "fuuuuck" she yells and her hips slow when the orgasm comes down.

you look at your now soaked sheets, and zyo breathlessly giggles, "i didn't know you could squirt princess." you giggle back and rub the squirt that landed on your stomach, "i didn't know i could either."

"point the camera to your sheets," zyo requests and you do as she says, turning the laptop camera to your thighs. "wow, it's a lot too, i'm proud of you baby girl."

you blush at her praise and see her standing from the desk, "show me the outfit, i know you creamed on it a lot," you smile, and move the silicon toy away so you could sit down.

zyo brings the outfit close to the camera and giggles at her mess, but you squint your eyes at the name tag.

"zyo,,, you work there?"

"yes, but don't worry, i was sent in here to throw this all away, so i didn't cum on someone's uniform." she had a giggle, but your heart races, and lips stay pressed together. "are you okay honey?"

"it's just,, i work there too,," you finally breath out, a million questions running through your mind.

"okay,, on the count of three, we'll show our faces,," zyo chokes out, scared of who she'll see.

"1,,, 2,,, 3,,,,,"

you move the camera to your faces at the same time, and see the beautiful woman, jihyo, you bumped into, only a few hours ago.

"it's been you this whole time Y/N?" you were in a state of shock and jihyo's face had uncertainty written all over it.

you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your hair awkwardly, then bite your bottom lip. you were terrified the only thing that makes you truly happy will end in a second.

"you bumped into me earlier, i remember it. sorry if i was mean, i was upset the boss told me to stay later, and didn't want to meet our session," jihyo blushes when she reminisces on the interaction from earlier.

"it's okay,,, i bumped into you because i was trying to make it to our session in time," you giggle soft, "i did stare at your ass while you walked away though,,"

jihyo gasps in a overly dramatic way, "i told you not to stare at other woman," she laughs and you shrug, "strangely, you were the only persons ass i stared at, it's like the universe wanted me to stare. also, you know i like getting yelled at, so it's your fault."

"so,, does this change anything? should we ignore each other in real life and just leave our relationship for cyber space?" you become serious and chew on the inside of your lip, hoping she'd deny the idea.

you fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt as you waited for the arrival of the other model you were going to work with. you had heard a lot about her and were excited but obviously quite nervous.

“when is she going to arrive?” you asked your manager, eyes slightly wider than usual.

“in a few minutes, don't worry.”

“it's just that i'm not used to modelling with other people.” you sighed, and your manager chuckled lightly, seemingly amused by the situation and your visible distress.

while waiting, you decided to give yourself a little pep talk in hopes of calming your nerves.

suddenly, the door opened and you finally got to meet Jang Wonyoung. and oh god, she was just as pretty in real life as she was in the pictures.

“hello, i'm Jang Wonyoung and I'm happy to work with you all.” she greeted all of you with a smile. you did the same, and you talked for a little before the make up artists and the stylists had to take care of the both of you.

between each sets of photos you always talked a bunch with each other, eager to know the other better. the similarities you shared made it easy to slide through topics of discussions. you both got scolded a few times because of you two talking instead of working, like they would scold chatty schoolgirls in class.

it was now time for you two to take a break, and of course, you decided to spend it with Wonyoung, your new found best friend.

“we might have to tone it down a little or the managers are not going to be happy.” you joked making Wonyoung giggle slightly, her own beautiful smile making your lips turn upwards.

“yeah, we might not be able to work with each other in the future if we keep talking like this...” Wonyoung said while faking a pout, her plump lips shining delicately under the harsh lighting of the studio.

“worse, we'll just get fired by our companies!” you laughed some more before the director announced you needed to get back to work, making you two sigh in unison dramatically.

the photoshoot ended way too soon, it had been a while since you had so much fun working. no one told you modelling could be this exhilarating before.

as it was time for you two to leave the set you rushed to Wonyoung, having forgotten to ask for her number.

“wait. wait. WAIT.” you exclaimed, slightly out of breath as she turned around, happily surprised after seeing you standing there.

“hm, what happened?” she raised a curious eyebrow, that signature sweet smile still dancing across her lips.

“we forgot to exchange NUMBERS.” you finally explained, smiling brightly at the stupidity of the situation. Wonyoung's eyes widened and she smacked her forehead, she then shook her head in disappointment.

“can't believe we forgot this...”

“i guess our conversations were too interesting... but that's beside the point! we still need to exchange numbers.” Wonyoung nodded and you both exchanged numbers. you both looked at each other, grinning like mischievous fools that were more than happy to talk to each other.

“let's text each other when we get home okay?” Wonyoung's voice was soft as you both shared a hug before going your own ways, happy to have gotten the chance to meet each other.

note.2. uh, yeah this sucks. it's from 2/3 years ago, but i'm emptying my drafts lol.

Mina thought she was done for, she'd even forgotten all about the damned video, thinking that weeks had passed without the members finding out and they probably ever find it anyways, but boy was she wrong.

Back to December 2021 (New York City)

It all started when all 9 of them had traveled to the US for their concert, but before they had to get down to work and actually perform, they were given a week to explore their surroundings more. Most of the members hung out in pairs or trios and occasionally as 9. On the last day of that week, they all decided to venture out alone, and so everyone had left the hotel room, but Mina.

After exploring the hotel room well for about 30 minutes, Mina finds a cupboard filled will bottles of red wine. perfect, just what I needed to distract myself, Mina grabs a bottle for herself and downs it within an hour. She spends another hour in the hotel room before her boredom gets the better of her, and so she heads out to do something, literally anything.

While walking in the streets of NYC, wearing what she calls the “perfect idol disguise”, she spots a man selling newspapers and decides to buy one for herself, at least it’ll provide her some sort of entertainment. While walking, she looked over the contents of the newspaper. When a little advert at the bottom left corner of the page catches her attention, an advert looking for a model to shoot a professional video, just what she needed to amuse herself. 

Yep, I’m crazy, Mina thought as she faced the studio that she was directed to after she had called the number listed on the advert, nonetheless, Mina ignored the voice in her head screaming at her to go back to the hotel room. Mina knocked on the door and within seconds it was open and Mina found herself face to face with a guy, who she had to admit, was breathtakingly attractive.

Hey, you’re the lady who called earlier right? Oh- yeah that was me Mina replied after snapping out of her trance, she was already looking forward to shooting this “video.” The guy motioned for Mina to follow him, she walked in and looked around, taking in her surroundings. The studio was dimly lit and full of props and other filming equipment.

I’m *insert random guy’s name because I’m unimaginative* and I’ll be shooting the video with you, my boss will be here in a minute to actually shoot the video itself, for now, why don’t you introduce yourself? Um... can you keep a secret? A big one? asked Mina nervously. Yeah? Let me guess, you’re quite known or for some other reason you have to go around wearing that get up, he asked. Mina removed her mask and watched as the guy quickly recognized her

Myoui Mina?! Well, this is... surprising, I assume you’re here in the US for the upcoming concert you guys are holding. Yeah and surprisingly I’ve found myself with nothing to do so I decided to sign up for this little job, at least it’s something within my expertise, I’ll say. The door opened and another man, presumably older, walked in.

She’s here boss, and she’s a celebrity too, so this one’s gonna stay anonymous, very well that’s fine with me, he turns to Mina, hello, I’m the one in charge and running this place, you ready to start shooting? Oh yes of course- go get prepared on the couch. He points at a couch in the middle of the studio with dim red lights shining down on it. 

That was one long night for Mina

Spring, South Korea, Twice dorm

“She won’t get kicked out... right unnie??” asked Chaeyoung, “I don’t know, I hope not, if it were to be up to me I wouldn’t kick her because of this, however, the final decision is in the companies hands...” replied Jihyo, the members were all sat around a table waiting for Mina. Last night Nayeon was skimming a website for ways to relieve herself, now this was fine, every member at one point had felt the same too, she had found a video that piqued her interest and clicked on it to watch, only to realize the woman in the video was none the less her member, Mina.

The company was appalled to find out that one of their star artists had starred in a porn video unknowingly without their permission. There were talks of kicking the idol out of the group, even out of the company as a whole! However, the other twice members put their foot down on that idea and decided that they would find a different solution, just then Mina walked in.

“Hey guys, I hope I’m not late, what did you guys need to discuss?”, Mina looked happy, ecstatic even, it hurt the members to know that they would have to tell her of the company’s thoughts when she was in such a happy mood. “Well, last night one of us stumbled across a certain video on the internet, and it just so happened to star you Mina” began Jihyo “what do you mean unnie?” said Mina, looking perplexed before she realized what video her leader was talking about, her face flushed a bright red and the members knew that she realized what they were talking about. “I think you may have realized what I mean, our company obviously isn’t happy about this, it’s just not appropriate for one of the biggest faces in this industry to star in a porn video, especially without any permission. Therefore our company is wanting to kick you out of the group...” said Jihyo, voice trailing off at the end at the sight of Mina’s tears. Chaeyoung got up and hugged Mina, “Don’t cry unnie, we won’t let them kick you out, never! Twice is nine, always has and always will be, right you guys?” she turned around to the other members who voiced their agreement. The other members engulfed Mina in a hug until she calmed down, “I’m so sorry guys, I’ve let you down so badly, I’ll make sure I get rid of that video no matter what!” declared Mina, “we’ll help you too! Oh and I’m sorry about this whole mess, I was the one who found the video by the way...” said Nayeon sheepishly, a light blush spreading across her face. “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter it was for the best anyway so don’t beat yourselves up over this, both of you!” Said Momo, pointing her fingers at Nayeon and Mina as if threatening them, jokingly of course, while the other members laughed at her antics, brightening the atmosphere, of course, it was gonna be alright, they’re twice after all! 

“Very funny. Did you brush your teeth at least?” A disembodied whine emanates from her face burying itself into the pillow, but she swings her legs out from under the covers to head to the bathroom.

“Why do you have to be so responsible?” she stresses as she shuffles to the bathroom. Responsible? More like taking the the opportunity to reclaim your fair share of the duvet. You roll over with the covers under your arm to face the edge of the bed.

The covers shift more calmly when she gets back in some time later. Hard to say how long when sleep is creeping back up on you.

“How come you never cuddle me?” she asks in a volume far too loud given her proximity. Your back faces her but you’re certain her lower lip juts out in a pout while she says it. It’s too dark to see anything anyway.

You roll over, shushing her quietly with a smile and gently reminding her that all she had to do was ask. She huffs and rolls over with her back to you. You take it as a cue, wrapping your arm over her side and placing a soft kiss on her cheek. She slides a hand over yours, holding it to her.

“You’re not going anywhere,” she states matter-of-factly. Yongsun’s a little out of it still, but at least she’s home safe with you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you mutter into her neck.

“You wouldn’t dream of me?” A little huff escapes her, a slight kick tangling her ankles with yours. Ah, drunk logic.

“Why dream if you’re right here? Besides, all sorts of weird stuff can happen in a dream.” You start rattling off the possibilities, surprisingly well-articulated and coherent amidst the ramble. But there’s no reply when you finish, because the silence between you is cut with her breathing, slow and deep. Her hand starts to loosen its grip over yours, but she still holds it to her somehow. You can’t help the little smile that pulls at your lips— both at her ridiculous logic that you could clown her for in the morning, and her adamant affection, even when asleep.

The bartender approached you with a warm smile, dressed in a smoothly ironed black dress shirt contrasted well with a red tie.

“What will it be, Miss?”

Your interest grazed lazily over the wall of glass liquor bottles.

“A whiskey, just with ice, thanks.”

Lowering your head onto the wooden surface, you could feel the stress and fatigue soaking into your bones. A whole week you wanted only to erase with the consumption of a few drinks; to move onto the following week as if nothing had happened.

The stool beside you creaked beneath the weight of a stranger. You did not lift your head, not until she spoke, “I’ll have a bourbon and soda water. And you can put her drink on my tab.”

When you turned to face this anonymous speaker, she was already staring directly at you. You met eyes with her and she shot you a wink.

Her neatly trimmed hair had been bleached blonde almost to a shade of silver, the length sitting a few inches above her defined collarbones. Wearing a cropped singlet, you had to restrain yourself from glancing down at her slightly exposed cleavage and toned core. You would sneak a glimpse when she was not still watching you.

“What’s got you so down, honey?” She pressed her cheek to her palm, wearing an expression that seemed genuinely curious, though you knew it was merely playful banter.

“Nothing much,” you hummed, “Is that why you bought a drink for me? Because I looked down?”

The girl wore a wide grin as she spoke unabashedly, “because you’re cute. Isn’t that generally the reason?” Your face grew hot at the abrupt compliment, and she gleamed in amusement.

“So, what’s your name?” She was now brazenly exploring your figure, having earned her full attention from only a few moments of conversation.

“(F/n),” you responded, offering her a shy smile; aware and embarrassed by how her gaze was creeping up your stocking-veiled thighs, “And you?”

“Soyeon. Nice to meet you, (F/n).”

As soon as the silence stretched out a moment too long, the bartender arrived with two glasses, placing them where they belonged before the pair of you. You were almost too eager to take a mouthful, but ultimately the sensation of the bitter liquor sliding down your throat had been worth the wait.

“Cheers, gorgeous,” Soyeon had her cup raised, clasped between manicured fingers. With liquid courage beginning to warm your gut, you confidently met her eyes, a giddy beam stretching your cheeks.

“Cheers, Soyeon.”

Her name felt good to say.

-

A splitting headache and burning nausea afflicted you as you stirred from sleep, many of your memories from the previous night blurred. You stretched, soft bedding gentle against your bare skin, and opened your eyes with caution.

Though you recalled going home with Soyeon from the bar last evening, you had failed to remember just how lavish her flat had been. The walls were shades of brown and cream, a window stretching from the floor to the ceiling cloaked by thick curtains. 

You half expected to draw them back and find a hidden glass door leading to a balcony. There was as much length to this room as there was in one half of your own apartment.

Soyeon slept soundly by your side, her crimson bralette peeking over the top of the duvet. You were equally as exposed, left from a wild night in nothing but underwear. Although you were not sure what had occurred, you could very easily imagine it. Dark hickeys littered your breasts, further painting the image.

Abruptly, the phone on Soyeon’s bedside table began buzzing, jolting her awake. Without pausing she slid onto the plush carpet, pressing her phone to her ear and disappearing from the room. She only slowed for a moment to glance back at you.

You gradually sat up, taking care not to worsen the throbbing ache in your skull, eventually hanging your legs off of the edge of the bed. By the time you had achieved this, Soyeon had returned.

You could not say you knew Soyeon well, but the grim expression she wore as she strode back to bed was very unlike her. She was running her fingers through her hair, wracked with stress.

“Is … everything okay?” You asked, not entirely sure whether it was any of your business, but too worried about her to care.

“Just work,” she hummed, her harsh visage softening as she joined you in bed once more, wrapping her hand around your wrist and lightly tugging you closer. You laid your head across her plush thighs, rather fond of the view of her sharp features.

You snorted, “what kind of job do you do that makes you stressed like that?” Soyeon raised one eyebrow at you.

“I’m the head of a mafia gang.”

The abrupt admission snatched all of the air from your lungs. You sat up, leaning on one palm to examine her. Though you thought she was joking, the way her face did not shift even slightly warned you perhaps she was not. You laughed awkwardly, but her expression still failed to break.

“A-Are you serious?” You stammered, shifting onto your knees so that you could face her directly.

“Do I seem like I’d joke about that?”

Her touch skimmed your face, with such a subtle presence that chills ran down your spine. It took only a breath’s moment for her to advance till she was just inches from you. 

Butterflies tickled in your belly, her proximity bringing you back to school days; the innocent days when you would become shy over merely brushing hands with an attractive girl. It had been a long time since you had felt like this about someone. No one had made you so flustered.

“Are you scared?” She purred, her hot breath fanning over your cheeks, “I wouldn’t let you get hurt, sweetheart. I happen to like you, a lot.”

Though your head had gone blank and mouth dry, you managed to respond with a somewhat convincing, “I’m not scared.”