#mojitzu

when she agreed to join momo and jihyo today, she failed to consider the fact that no one doted and adored her more physically than them, her girlfriends, and regardless of any mistakes in choreography, she was simply faultless in their eyes. 

though she initially keens at it, the constant affection eventually becomes distracting in ways she refuses to admit. 

“just like that,” jihyo murmurs, hands on tzuyu’s waist, helping her into position. 

momo leans against the mirror, arms crossed. her eyes rake over their figures in contemplation. “remember: hold, turn, then dip.” 

it would be good advice to remember, if only tzuyu wasn't so caught up trying to ignore her painfully tensed jaw. 

jihyo’s hands are warm against her skin, almost screaming for her attention through the cloth of her t-shirt, and the chest tightening feeling is all the more intensified under momo's gaze.

jihyo seems to notice, as attentive as ever. 

“breathe, tzu,” she whispers. 

unfortunately, tzuyu is given minimal time to heed her reminder as momo starts the music up once again, and she's thrown into their practiced choreography with only her muscle memory and jihyo to guide her. 

she finishes back in jihyo's arms after a final spin, and by then, momo has pushed herself away from the mirror to review their finishing post more closely. 

they hold their places instinctively, letting momo position them as she pleases. 

tzuyu's a little out of breath – from the dancing, she'd hoped – but now with both momo and jihyo in such close proximity, she's not too sure if it's just that anymore. 

“that was perfect, really,” momo muses, pleased.

tzuyu's gaze is too busy darting from jihyo's in the mirror to momo's just opposite her, before she falters completely and settles on the hardwood floor. 

she doesn't hide it very well, it seems, because momo and jihyo exchange knowing glances. there're teasing glints in their eyes; unavoidable. 

“are you nervous?” jihyo raises a brow. 

nervous is an understatement. tzuyu can feel her heart in her temple, and she knows jihyo feels it too. 

“you did amazing, baby,” momo praises, caressing tzuyu's cheek to bring her gaze up. “what's wrong?” 

now momo can feel it, she's sure. 

“i– um,” tzuyu says. momo catches her eye, and she panics. “i need a break.” 

thankfully, they don't push. 

jihyo presses a kiss to her cheek before letting go, allowing tzuyu to scramble away to catch her breath. 

she sees them chuckling in her peripheral vision, but decidedly ignores it for the sake of her sanity. she's never been good at handling the two of them at once. 

she falls back on the couch with a huff, rubbing her face in her palms. 

momo and jihyo pay her little mind after, and while tzuyu's able to regain her composure momentarily, she quickly finds herself flustered all over again when they resume practice. 

the move perfectly in sync, somehow acutely aware of each other.

there's something about watching momo and jihyo dance – tzuyu doesn't think she could ever tire of it. 

she keeps her eyes trained on them, mesmerised. there's an unexplainable admiration and want that stirs. 

it’s momo who notices this time and snaps her right out of her thoughts. 

“tzu-ah, come here,” she says, reaching her arm out. 

tzuyu is startled, but there's little time to overthink it. she takes momo’s hand and lets herself be drawn in. 

momo catches her by the waist before she stumbles. 

jihyo comes up from behind then, tucking her chin on tzuyu's shoulder and clasping her hands in front of her abdomen. “you seem a little… distracted.” 

tzuyu doesn't miss the way the corner of momo's lips tug upwards. she can't see jihyo's face now, but she’s sure jihyo's just as unbearably smug about it, if not even more. 

they seem to read each other's minds– where jihyo's hands stop, momo picks up somewhere else. 

tzuyu can't help but cast her eyes downwards; momo's lips look very kissable. i’m fucked, she thinks. 

“i’m not,” she murmurs. 

they can tell anyway – they already have. she only hopes they'd stop or do something about it. 

knowing them, they've never been able to resist the latter. 

“mhm,” momo drawls. “of course not.” 

behind her, jihyo sneaks her hands beneath her shirt. tzuyu chokes up. 

“what did i say about breathing?” jihyo scratches lightly, just up her sides, always teasing. 

tzuyu sucks in a breath. she's compliant to a fault. “i'm– i'm trying.” 

“you are,” jihyo hums, velvet in tzuyu's ear. “keep going, baby. you don't have to hold back.” 

tzuyu doesn't know who she's talking to. on the other side, momo curls a palm around her nape and scatters kisses down her jaw. oh.

“ah, i–” 

“you're good,” jihyo tells her. as it always is with jihyo's way with words, tzuyu believes her. 

“i'm gonna die,” tzuyu lays a hand over jihyo's, halting its motions. “if you two– if you do it together.” 

she feels momo nibble lightly; clutches onto momo's shirt instinctively in response.

momo smiles against her skin. “you’ve done it before. you're still here.” barely, tzuyu thinks. 

“you can take it,” jihyo murmurs, followed with a kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and a stubborn hand up her chest. 

the words take effect almost immediately. tzuyu's head falls back with a soft cry, heaving into jihyo's touch. “slow– slowly, please.”

she floats between impatience and oversensitivity, suspended on the edge of a cliff; too eager and afraid to jump off at the same time. jihyo twists her fingers gently, and the reaction she gets from tzuyu is almost euphoric – high, whiny, and knee-buckling. 

momo has to take hold of tzuyu's waist, parting momentarily from her nape. her free hand, the one tzuyu had no mind to notice, makes itself known between her thighs. 

tzuyu gasps into the ceiling, melting. “oh– unnie–”

where momo lacks in words, jihyo makes up with generous praise. 

“i've got you, don't worry– just like that,” she coos. “just perfect, tzuyu.” her hands continue kneading slowly, a fine balance between momo's fingers brushing up her centre and the tension in her chest, and the warm timbre of jihyo's voice. 

momo's fingers brush up her centre, cupping her through cloth. “you've been thinking about this,” she says when she gets there, warmth in her hands. “haven't you?” 

“i'm always– thinking about you two,” tzuyu says with a half-gasp, twisting her head into jihyo. jihyo finds her lips easily, tzuyu's hand on her cheek urging her to come closer even if they couldn't be anymore close. 

“what a sweet tongue,” jihyo notes, splaying a hand over tzuyu's stomach. “did you hear that, momo? she's always thinking about us.” 

“mm-hmm,” momo drawls lovingly. “what can i say– you’re quite irresistible, hyo.”

her hand moves languidly as she comes over to kiss jihyo in earnest, and tzuyu’s sure she catches her eyes in the midst of it on purpose. 

while it would've halted all of tzuyu's thoughts immediately, the sounds made from their kiss rile tzuyu up even more than anything else they could've done. tzuyu squirms in between them; the grip she has on momo’s shoulder and jihyo’s neck respectively is so tense she wonders how she has any energy at all to keep herself upright – then again, jihyo was doing most of the work there, and if tzuyu's mind was clear enough, the realisation would've hazed it up all over again. 

when momo pushes her palm up, pressing against her, tzuyu jerks suddenly with a moan. “momo–” 

momo parts from jihyo's lips. “will you come like this?” her voice is still electrifyingly breathy from the kiss, rough. 

“no–,” tzuyu whines, tugging on momo's sleeve. “want you inside– in me, unnie–”

momo's fingers trail to the waistband of her sweats, teasing. jihyo ignores it, dipping her hand past the elastic and into wetness. 

“you want momo's fingers in you, baby? or mine?” 

oh god, tzuyu thinks. this is how i die. 

“anything– unnie, please,” she begs, because how could she possibly choose? 

it seems to be the answer jihyo is looking for, anyway, because she pushes further down and in almost immediately, and tzuyu's back arches forward with a strangled cry. 

“how's this?” jihyo hums, playful. 

tzuyu doesn't answer, not that jihyo really expects one with how her far head was thrown back and her fingers clawing at jihyo's neck. tzuyu wraps a leg around momo, knees soft, and momo is gracious enough to tighten her grip for support. 

though, not gracious enough to spare tzuyu of madness. 

she pulls tzuyu's sweats down slightly, just enough for her hand to join jihyo's. “leave a little fun for me, hyo,” she mewls.

jihyo shifts in turn, “sorry, i couldn't resist,” and kisses tzuyu's shoulder for good measure,  proving her own point. even then, she still makes space for momo to lay a thumb over tzuyu’s clit. tzuyu truly goes mad. 

in tandem, they're absolutely unbearable in the best of ways. heat builds up in tzuyu's tummy, thrumming steadily and scalding hot; always this way when the three of them are together. 

tzuyu comes, loud, without any more warning besides the whimper that leaves her throat and the dig of her nails into momo's shoulder. warmth spreads from the base of her tummy, a muted explosion all the way up to her head. 

vaguely, she hears momo's voice. “one more, tzu.” 

then, more clearly in her ear, jihyo, “for us, baby, we know you have another one.” 

when jihyo pulls her fingers out, only for it to be replaced with momo’s mouth, tzuyu yelps. “fuck! oh, fuck, momo– unnie, i can't–” 

she really is going to die.

“breathe,” jihyo coaxes, pressing down on her tummy lightly. “just like that, tzu; you're taking momo perfectly.” 

the praise does wonders for her. with a sharp cry, tzuyu comes again, weak spurts of arousal spilling over momo's tongue. she trembles in their hold, tugging on jihyo for something to ground her, even for a moment. jihyo tilts her chin towards her, fingers still wet, and drowns tzuyu's moans out with a kiss. 

momo emerges eventually, lips glistening with slick. 

when jihyo notices, she parts from tzuyu and kisses momo in turn. 

she lets out a soft, pleased hum, savouring the taste.

tzuyu wraps her hands around momo's neck in the meantime, parched but completely satiated at the same time.

“look what you did to her, hyo” momo teases. “you knocked her out.” 

“who's the one who wanted another round?” jihyo bites back. 

“you’re both… too much,” tzuyu manages; but, the buzz in her bones soothes her so quickly she can't find it in herself – forgets, really – to complain anymore. 

“ah, she lives,” jihyo laughs. 

“barely,” tzuyu huffs. 

“want us to stop?” momo piles on. 

in the comfort of their arms, tzuyu dozes off before she's able to come up with a wittier response. 

no, she thinks, never, before her eyes flutter close; she'd be lying otherwise, wouldn't she?

well!! what an absolutely insane thing for me to write, I can't believe it either. I hope this madness was somewhat enjoyable to read!! this fic made me miss jitzu a lot :(( now how do I tag this??

also, I'll be keeping my reqs open for one more day, since I forgot to warn everyone beforehand! they'll be closed tomorrow night (in abt 26 hrs) :)