#jeongsa

sooo. for starters, jeongyeon is g!p. she experiences ruts, but stays on suppressants pretty much all the time to prevent them from happening more than twice a year

momo is on heat suppressants, too. she can’t get pregnant due to some complications, but still- her heats were always too painful for her to deal with, so she prefers to stay on them to manage. she’ll have one or two heats a year and they’re much less intense on the meds

this doesn’t stop them from being horny little freaks, though

jeongyeon is like… sighs. she’s always mounting momo. whether she means it or not, if her and momo get a bit worked up while playing, it usually ends with them fucking. and sana’s walked in on it more than once, lmao

although jeongmo are a couple and sahyo are a couple, they all switch around with one another. things just kinda happened man idk how else to explain it. they just have a very healthy sex life 😭

they all have different dynamics with each other

jeongmo it’s very like… they don’t exactly have a concrete definition of dom/sub and don’t do much in terms of kinks. they mostly fuck for comfort and intimacy, or just because they’re both horny. it’s instinct for them. they usually fall asleep tangled up, jeongyeon still buried in momo. pretty vanilla but it’s still nasty. also, they’re always the first to help each other through their ruts/heats. that’s like a big thing for them- they get the first round when it hits lmao. oftentimes they do coincide with one another, bc their bodies are just so used to it, so it works out

i will say that momo has a terrible fucking breeding kink when it comes to jeongyeon. like if she could have jeongyeon’s pups, she would

but on the other hand, jeongsa are very much sana snaps her fingers and jeongyeon’s being as obedient as she can be. she does whatever sana asks of her bc she’s extremely loyal. submissive in the same way a guard dog is to its sheep type of thing, lmao. so if sana wants jeongyeon to fuck her, she absolutely will- but if sana wants to edge her for an hour, she’ll let it happen. anything to make her owner happy. if she’s rutting tho, sana likes to let her go all out- she loves to get fucked roughly (and bred) by jeongyeon, lmao

samo is different. momo isn’t exactly bratty, but she’s definitely a lot harder to wear down than jeongyeon. she doesn’t listen on the first command- it’s fun for the both of them for momo to get bullied into submission by sana. they swap around who has the strap on. also- momo loves being pulled around on a leash. and getting spanked. sana’s the dom nearly every single time, but on the rare occasion she’s in the mood, she lets momo have control (bc it’s fun to watch her basically glitch and try to figure out what to do lmao)

jeonghyo didn’t happen for so fucking long, jfc. not for any particular reason, just bc they never got worked up near each other. they’re definitely more friendly than they are romantic with each other- like they don’t cuddle and kiss as much as they would with samo- but when they do fuck, it’s very much just what the vibe is. sometimes it’s soft and fast, sometimes it’s rough and they go for hours- no one’s necessarily in charge. it’s also hilarious they never fuck bc jihyo’s the only one who’s ever pegged jeongyeon (it’s definitely their special thing LMAO #brotime)

mohyo tho… yeah no if momo’s going to stay with jihyo there’s a 100% chance they’re fucking. momo just gets so fucking horny when she’s near jihyo, she can’t help it. she’s always humping jihyo’s thigh or leg, always clinging to her and begging for her strap. she loves eating jihyo out, too. anything to be as close to her as humanly possible. she loves how jihyo smells and tastes, will leave her covered in hickeys without thinking… like momo is the peak of needy dumb puppy when she’s with jihyo. and jihyo never holds back or denies her of anything. biblical levels of greed…

and then sahyo? hilariously enough, they’re the kinkiest. and what’s even more hilarious is that sana subs for jihyo most of the time. like that’s deadass a big foundation of their relationship. sana’s just always so overwhelmed with work and the pups and life… she just wants a break, and jihyo’s more than happy to provide that. most of their dates would end up with sana tied up in jihyo’s bed getting edged to tears, fucked within an inch of blacking out. it’s just such a good outlet for the both of them, lmao.

tho i will say sahyo do kinda enjoy being jeongmo’s chew toys. like both of them have terrible oral fixations, they nibble on sahyo kinda often. but that’s just to say there’s some nursing kink stuff that goes on with them too (esp mohyo lmao)

both jeongmo like having collars on, but for jeongyeon it’s only a bedroom thing. for momo it’s a bedroom thing but she wears hers out for comfort, too

one of sahyo’s favorite things to do is attach them together by the collars and watch as they make out,,,

they have so much group sex, too. trust me.

and lastly: yes, jeongyeon has a knot. all of them are obsessed with taking it. do with that info what you will!

It’s well after midnight, she also realizes, looking at her phone’s screen. She must’ve fallen asleep while journaling and… yes, her notebook’s currently supine on the floor.

She heaves herself off the couch to retrieve her empty wine glass, and thinks about how messy the rest of the end table is. She should probably clean it… but the thought of having to interact with mess makes her brain feel septic. At least for the moment.

She’ll do one thing, though, and it’s to carefully remove the half-written page of her notebook.

It’s one of her irrational thoughts, the need to start fresh and finish an entry in one go, lest something horrible happen to her come morning.

She’s been having a bit of a spike in thoughts like that lately, not that she lets them get the best of her. That’s mostly because she knows where they come from, the root cause of her stress. Of course it’s…

Jeongyeon.

Jeongyeon reminds her of Mina.

Quiet. Very to herself, even if she doesn’t mean to be.

Well, isn’t she kind of like Mina too? In a way. It’s part of why they hit it off so well in the first place. They both have a habit of observation. Though it’s a mystery whether Jeongyeon is the same.

It’s likely. Jeongyeon wasn’t sly in hiding her wandering eyes, her intensity. She just hadn’t realized someone else was watching her too. And maybe she never would.

Another blatancy about her: she was comically bad at acting with any sort of normalcy. With a plastered smile on her face, actions bordering on robotic. She must’ve thought everything was going fine. And well… she’d tried to make the woman feel like things were going fine, in response. So it’s not completely Jeongyeon’s fault.

But what she can do, is notice this line of behavior isn’t Jeongyeon’s usual.

Jihyo always spoke about Jeongyeon like she’d created the universe itself, told her about her days with the other woman as if they were some kind of great tale. And for the most part, they were. She loved to hear about what made her happy, what got on her nerves. Even-

—

“So, Jeongyeon has this idea that if you put a song on loop during sex, you can use it as an instant switch when you want to get in the mood.”

“…”

“You do psych work so… is it true , you think?”

—

So surely there’s more to Jeongyeon than just a few one worded answers.

One worded answers are the devil. Just the thought of them frustrates her to no end. If she makes tea, though, that’ll fix it. That way she can detox and destress as the inevitable happens.

Her inevitable thoughts about Mina.

She rises from the couch and takes her few steps towards the kitchen. It’s there she resumes her thoughts.

They’re amicable, the two of them, when the situation calls for it. Only two other people knew of their history, and there was no point in making a big fuss during group gatherings.

So they chose to let things be, not bothering to contact each other unless they absolutely needed to.

Of course, she has no real ill will towards Mina. Even at her most upset, she always wanted what was best for her. For the both of them.

Though that doesn’t make the memory torment her any less.

—

“I’m alone, waiting for just a text from you with the very little time I have off that we agreed to spend together and you’re either hanging out with your coworkers or begging to spend time with Momo. Where do I fit in?”

—

She laughs, thinking about the quiver in her voice. It might’ve been a little pathetic, in hindsight. Words said in a desperate need to get her point across.

But “you don’t get to do that analyzing stuff with me,” was what Mina had said. And she couldn’t help it-

—

“Well what else should I do when you won’t tell me what’s going on or how you feel? What am I left with if you don’t give me anything aside from ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’?”

“What is it you want Mina? Answer me honestly. And I promise I won’t get mad.”

—

Her voice had been soft, as she begged. Pleaded. Because maybe, just maybe, she’d hoped that Mina wouldn’t come to the obvious conclusion. The one that stared them both in the face. She hoped that maybe, for once, her perception wasn’t as spot on as it usually was.

But Mina gave her that look. That damned awful look that told her the next few words weren’t going to be ones she wanted to hear.

And that was that.

No she isn’t carrying a torch for Mina anymore, but the memory still stings, nags at her insides. She even considers journaling about it for a fifth time. But she won’t, not tonight. Instead, she clicks the burner of the stove on and off and on again. Four times until she’s satisfied.

But being around the stove like this… she feels the embarrassment of yesterday creep it’s way up her spine.

“Whyyy did I walk into the kitchen like that?,” she asks her reflection in the kettle.

One more click and it’s gone.

She knows she’s going to have to address this soon, if Jeongyeon won’t.

Their current situation isn’t working for anyone. For as much as Jeongyeon’s been walking on eggshells, she, herself, seems to be completely crushing them under her feet. Which, excuse her therapy brain, means it’s time for a new approach.

Because the thing is? Minatozaki Sana no longer gives up on a challenge. Even if she fumbles her way through it, she won’t give up on happiness so easily. There’s probably something to be said about that, but she resists the urge to analyze herself. It’s better not to make herself go mad.

Right now, she’ll take the kettle off the burner and pour herself a mug of hot tea.

The mug she chooses tonight is one of her recent favorites, simply because Jihyo had commented on how pretty it was when she was over days ago. It’s nice to have a reminder of her on nights where she thinks too deeply.

But it also reminds her of Jihyo’s story in response. How Jeongyeon had bought her a beautiful blue-glazed mug in Jeju, just so Jihyo could have one that better suited her grip.

So yes, Sana concludes, Jeongyeon must be the observant type. And thoughtful, at that. Her gaze is as intense as it is tender. She’d known that all along, really. But her brain, per usual, had to work through the evidence to find the answer.

Even when the evidence was presented to her from the start.

—

“Are you cold?”

“Hm?”

“Your legs are shaking. Here-”

“You can use my jacket if you want. I have a sweater on underneath, so it’s all good.”

—

She remembers the beginnings of protest bubbling up in her throat, when the jacket was draped on her, overcome with the need to convince the other woman things were fine. She didn’t need to sacrifice her own warmth in the chilly outdoor air.

She did so anyway.

An insignificant moment to Jeongyeon, perhaps, for several reasons.

Sana was still fairly new to everyone… except Mina and Momo (and Nayeon by proxy) really. And that particular event had gone beyond their usual group of friends, extending to a few people from campus, maybe some coworkers. Lastly? Sana was still in what she had aptly dubbed her “Mina mourning period.”

Sana had been an outwardly happy person for years, wearing her joyousness like a knight’s armor. It worked well to protect her. Harsh words, snide remarks, testy glares. All of it just bounced right off of her.

It still works well for her, as someone who wants people to adore her, to have people know her as one who was “always happy,” rather than one whose despondency made others uncomfortable.

It worked very well… until her heart was broken. When her armor had temporarily cracked.

She’d been on week 2 of stewing in her own misery. Nothing but nights of tears, scribbled journal entries and enough cups of tea to have her running to the bathroom every hour.

That night had been no different, in terms of Sana’s mood. She was quiet and reserved, nursing her second or third beer in her own little section of the circle. She’d forgone her usual flashy colors and habits in order to simply enjoy bask in the night and maybe feel like herself again.

That one simple gesture, that warmth from the fabric, was bright enough to combat the dull drab of everything else.

But then Jeongyeon left early, not even bothering to take the jacket from Sana.

“Fate’s funny that way,” she mumbles, watching the tea leaves dye her water dark. It really is funny. If Jeongyeon had never left her jacket, there would’ve been no need to approach her “best friend” later.

—

“That friend of yours… is she your roommate?”

“Roommate? You mean Jeongyeon?”

“Yes! I think so. She left this with me.”

“Uh, but also… is she seeing anyone?”

—

It’s a memory she thinks on quite fondly. Sana went in expecting the pretty woman with the sharp eyes to mend her broken heart for a just a while. Months later, she’s blessed with the love and affection of said woman’s girlfriend.

And only a fraction of a hair closer to the woman she’d been initially after.

Sana’s going to change that, though. It’s certain. She taps her tea strainer four times against the mug’s rim to insure it.

Of course she has doubts, because what would be worse: Forcing a relationship that leaves all three people broken, or leaving the remaining two behind to salvage the remains of what they have?

Neither is acceptable. So-

“I’ll just have to walk it back.”

She raises the mug to her lips, basking in its warmth while she ruminates on a potential plan.