#nahyo

So when she found herself alone on a Saturday morning, sipping on the miso soup that Jihyo had made for her before leaving, she knew she needed to do something. Both of them should’ve been off, should’ve spent the day watching stupid dramas made for straight people while cuddled up together on the couch. They should’ve been kissing, should’ve been letting their hands wander, should’ve been…

Ugh.

Nayeon stood at the sink, frowning. As she cleaned her bowl, along with Jihyo’s dishes from earlier, she couldn’t help but think about what she wished they were doing. She could see Jihyo’s face perfectly in her mind; could picture that expression, her eyes hooded as she bit her bottom lip, the one she made when she knew Nayeon was done for. She missed Jihyo’s hands, missed the way her forearms flexed as her fingers were drilling into her, missed the way her palm would press against her clit right as she hit her peak-

Fuck.

Nayeon suddenly registered just how hot the water was on her hands, dropping her bowl into the sink with a yelp. She quickly turned off the faucet, staring at the two, small blue soup bowls. Jihyo had picked them out when they moved in, insisted they had to match everything with the sky blue toaster that Nayeon’s mother had gifted them as a housewarming present. Her heart ached just slightly at the sight.

Jihyo. Jihyo, Jihyo, Jihyo.

She shook her head, pushing the feeling away. The project was almost over, and soon enough she’d be back home, and things would be normal. It was fine, she told herself. It had to be.

When she moved to grab a towel to dry the bowls, she was suddenly very aware of the wetness between her thighs. Great. Another thing to add to her list of shit to deal with that day.

She was pent up. And she wanted Jihyo to do something about it. Good thing she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. If Jihyo wasn’t going to give her attention, wasn’t going to make time for her, she’d force it out of her. Even if it meant she had to break some rules to get it done.

So that’s how she found herself half naked in their bed, wearing nothing but one of Jihyo’s oversized sleep shirts. In one hand was her phone, the other one down between her bare thighs, two fingers pressed deeply inside her. She wasn’t supposed to be touching without permission- that was Jihyo’s number one rule, one that Nayeon hadn’t broken in years. The last time she did, Jihyo fucked her until she nearly passed out. It was some of the best sex they’d ever had. Nayeon needed it now more than ever.

It was so, so stupid.

And so, she stared at their messages, the pictures she’d taken already loaded into the text box. The last text Jihyo had sent her was that morning, the usual “I’ll see you later, have a good day, love you” message that Nayeon was now unhappily accustomed to. She knew exactly how Jihyo would react, exactly what would happen the moment she hit send. It made her heart race, her core practically pulse with excitement.

No turning back now.

She took a deep breath, and hit send. A few moments passed, Nayeon watching with bated breath as the “delivered” icon didn’t change. Her heart skipped a beat the moment it did.

JH 🧡

Im Nayeon. What are you doing?

Gotcha.

NY 🩵

Having some fun. I’m bored all by myself.

Nayeon watched as the text bubble popped up and disappeared a few times. She frowned, finally removing her fingers from herself, bringing them up to her lips to clean them before unceremoniously wiping them off on the bed beside her. Jihyo texted back the moment she was done.

JH 🧡

You know better.

There we go.

NY 🩵

Do I?

JH 🧡

You do.

JH 🧡

You know I’m at work. You could’ve waited until I got home.

Nayeon rolled her eyes. Fuck that.

NY 🩵

Well maybe if you weren’t spending all your time at work, you’d have time to be doing this to me yourself.

NY 🩵

I’ve already finished twice, no thanks to you. It’s a shame you’re not here to help.

Jihyo started typing and then stopped again. Nayeon had to hammer it home.

NY 🩵

Or should I get someone else to do it for you? Since you can’t seem to do it.

NY 🩵

Should I ask Jeongyeon? I’m sure her and Mina wouldn’t mind having me for the day.

It was mean, really. She knew that would hurt- it was one of Jihyo’s biggest insecurities; she thought she wasn’t good enough, would push herself to do better even if it got her hurt. But Nayeon needed her mad. She needed her to come home and ruin her, to fuck some sense into her. She had to make it as bad as she possibly could.

NY 🩵

Or maybe even Sana? Or Momo? What about Tzuyu and Chaeyoung? Hey, even Dahyun. I’m sure they’d all love to help me out in your place.

NY 🩵

They’d probably do a better job, anyways.

Jihyo read every single message, but there wasn’t a reply. Not even the bubble indicating her typing. A minute passed, and then another. Nayeon’s heart sank. Was that too far? Jihyo liked that kind of stuff sometimes. But she’s been so busy, her job was a pain in the ass- she’s probably sensitive, tired. Shit. Nayeon definitely fucked up. Shit, shit, shit.

Before she had time to go to type out an apology, to take everything back and beg for her forgiveness, the selfie of her and Jihyo that she had saved as her contact photo popped up on the screen. Jihyo was calling her. Nayeon just stared at it for a second, almost too scared to answer. A text notification appeared.

JH 🧡

If you don’t answer the phone right now, so help me christ you won’t walk right for a week.

Okay, great. This is exactly what she wanted. Jihyo was fine, hopefully. Just mad, which was a good thing. She could work with this.

She took a deep breath, finally pressing the accept button, putting Jihyo on speaker. She heard a door slam, the sound of Jihyo’s car cranking up, an exasperated sound on the other side of the line. Play it cool.

“Hi baby!” She said, a bit too cheerfully.

“Nayeon- save it. What’s gotten into you?” Jihyo spat out. “What makes you think any of that was acceptable?”

Easy.

“Aw, not even a hello? What’s the matter, baby? Work that bad?”

Jihyo scoffed, the sound crackling over her speakers.

“So first you go touching yourself without permission. Then you say all that bullshit- now you want to act dumb? Really, Nayeon.”

Nayeon hummed.

“Is it bullshit if it’s true? I can’t even remember the last time you’ve touched me, y’know?”

“I’ve been busy.” Jihyo hissed.

“That’s a shame.” Nayeon replied, nonchalantly. She rolled herself over onto her stomach, setting the phone on the pillow beside her. “And I’m feeling quite neglected. You wouldn’t have even known I did that if I hadn’t told you. Would you have even noticed?”

There was a brief pause, the sound of Jihyo’s car humming lowly in the background. She clearly had no argument, no way to fight back. She sighed, frustrated.

“When I get home, you’re getting taught a lesson you won’t forget, and I mean it.”

Her voice was deep, demanding. Nayeon hadn’t heard her this angry in years. It made her ache.

“Is that a promise or a threat, mommy?”

“A promise, bunny.” Her voice dropped to a near whisper. “Little sluts like you need to be reminded how to act, isn’t that right?”

Nayeon smirked.

“Hm. Guess so.”

Perfect.

The call didn’t last much longer. Jihyo gave her instructions, laid out her expectations. Nayeon half agreed to most of them, continuing to tease, pushing the younger girl’s buttons despite knowing full well she’d do exactly what she was told. They played back and forth like that for a few minutes, right up until Jihyo had to go.

God, Nayeon didn’t want her to go.

“Jihyo. Jihyo.” She whined. “I miss you.”

The younger girl just sighed, clearly exhausted. A moment passed before she said anything.

“I know. I miss you, too.” Her voice was low yet soft, incredibly sweet. “You have no idea how bad I miss you, Nay. I promise, just another week, and then it’s back to normal.”

Jihyo always had a magical way of knowing exactly what Nayeon was thinking, feeling. They’d been together for so long, it was just natural. It made Nayeon feel slightly better.

“But I really have to get back to what I was doing. I’m sorry.”

Only slightly.

“It’s okay. I’ll be here when you get home. I love you.”

“I love you, too. I expect you to be waiting.”

Nayeon figured she’d give Jihyo this one thing.

So, like the perfect little angel she usually was, she waited. Well, after getting herself off one more time, cleaning, and then showering. Jihyo texted her to let her know she’d be home around 4 in the afternoon, which gave Nayeon plenty of time to get all of their usual Saturday chores done. Around 3, she looked through her lingerie, settling on the one she knew was Jihyo’s favorite- the black lace set that she had gotten for one of their anniversaries before they got married. She only brought them out for special occasions, and now felt like a good time. Nayeon was ready, waiting in their bed just like she had been told the moment she heard the front door being opened.

She listened as Jihyo walked in, set down her keys, took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the front door. She could hear the younger girl walking through the apartment, first to the kitchen, then to the living room. Her movements were slow, dragged out- she was doing it on purpose, and Nayeon knew that. There was more shuffling, the clear sound of her fidgeting with her belt buckle, right as she got to the bedroom door. She waited for a moment before finally pushing it open.

God, the sight of her in her work clothes never got old. In one hand was her belt, the other hand working on pulling her tie off. The top three buttons of her shirt were already undone, her shirt halfway untucked from her pants, her hair mussed from where she’d clearly been running her hands through it. She looked incredibly fucked out for someone who hadn’t had any sex for weeks, her eyes hooded as she walked into the room, not bothering to close the door behind her.

Hot.

“Hi, baby.” Nayeon said, cocking her head to the side with a smirk, eyeing the clearly exhausted girl now standing before her. “How was work?”

Jihyo didn’t say anything. She finally managed to pull her tie off, the action sending a jolt of need straight down to Nayeon’s core, before walking over to the side of the bed. She dropped the belt on the floor, her expression darkening the moment she locked eyes with the older girl.

“On your knees.”

Nayeon’s smirk grew.

“Bad day?”

Jihyo just blinked, unspeaking. A moment passed, the air in the room thickening. Nayeon didn’t even realize what was happening until Jihyo threw her tie down on the bed beside her, immediately reaching to grab her by the hair. Her grip was firm, the movement rough. It sent pain running down her spine. Nayeon couldn’t help but let out a small cry as she was pulled up onto her knees. Beside her, Jihyo shifted, one knee on the bed as she leaned over so her lips were right next to her ear.

“Is this okay, Nay?” She whispered. “If I go too far, you know the safe word.”

Jihyo was too sweet, really. But that’s not what Nayeon wanted.

“Mhm. Yep. Perfectly fine. I’ve got it.”

“Okay, okay.” She hurriedly whispered before pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I love you.”

Cheesy. Nayeon couldn’t help but sigh incredulously.

“I love you, too, Ji. Now please, keep going.”

Jihyo nodded, taking a breath. In a split second, she was back in it.

“Arms behind your back.”

Her voice was demanding, a bit too loud right next to her ear. But Nayeon didn’t fight back, then. It really was hard to resist Jihyo when she was like that, so she did as she was told, sitting up straight and pressing her forearms together behind her back. Jihyo made quick work of using her tie to bound her wrists together, making sure to press the safety end into Nayeon’s hand, a silent reminder that she could free herself if she needed to.

“How many times did you get off?” Jihyo asked as she pulled away. “Be honest with me, bunny. Or else I won’t make this any easier for you.”

Nayeon tilted her head to the side, looking up at Jihyo and smirking.

“Only three. But I easily could’ve made it four, or five.”

Jihyo sighed, walking away from the bed. She crossed over to their closet, rummaging around, paying Nayeon no mind as she shifted several boxes on the top shelf around.

“Sucks you weren’t here, mommy.” Nayeon added, watching as she finally pulled out the box they kept all their toys in. “I hope you enjoyed the pictures I sent you. It felt so good, even though you weren’t here to watch.”

Jihyo finally looked over her shoulder, her eyebrow raised.

“Is that so?”

Nayeon nodded.

“Mhm. And all I needed were my fingers.”

Jihyo looked back down, grabbing something that Nayeon couldn’t see. She walked back over to the bed, holding whatever it was behind her back.

“It’s a shame, really.” Nayeon said as she finally rejoined her. “Didn’t even have you, but I still felt good.”

She looked up, grinning. Jihyo kept a straight face, standing firmly. That wouldn’t do. Nayeon needed to keep going.

“I think I do it better on my own, anyways.”

Jihyo didn’t react. It wasn’t enough. But Nayeon knew exactly what to say next.

“I don’t even need you.”

At that, Jihyo’s breath hitched, and for half a second, her expression faltered, the hurt on her face clear. She struck a nerve with that one. The pit in Nayeon’s stomach came back.

Too far.

“Ji, I-”

“Shut up.”

Nayeon froze up. She’d heard Jihyo angry before, sure. But Nayeon had only ever heard that tone a handful of times in all the years she’d known her. Jihyo wasn’t just angry, she was pissed.

It was so, so hot.

Jihyo sighed, finally moving to show Nayeon what she was holding. In her hand was their wand vibrator. The moment Nayeon nodded, giving her the silent confirmation that this was okay, Jihyo turned it on to its lowest setting. She reached behind her, grabbing a pillow, moving it so that it was in front of Nayeon, the corners of it just barely meeting the insides of her thighs. She put the toy down so it was positioned facing her core, before grabbing Nayeon by the hair again.

“H-Hey, what are you-”

Jihyo cut her off by tugging her forward, dragging her just enough so that her core was pressed against the head of the toy. Immediately, Nayeon moaned out at the sensation, her body crumbling over on itself, earning a scoff from Jihyo.

“So easy.”

Nayeon let out another small whimper, pressing herself down further against the vibrator. The sensation was light, made even lighter by the fact that she was still in her panties. It was enough to give her some sensation while driving her downright insane. It was mean, really. And Jihyo fully knew that.

“Really, such a pathetic display, bunny.”

Nayeon looked up, watching as her wife crossed the room. The movement caused her to press down just slightly more, her breath hitching, a weak whimper catching somewhere in her throat. Jihyo just huffed, clearly amused.

“Since you want to get off so fucking badly-” She said, pulling over the chair from Nayeon’s makeup table, placing it directly in front of the bed. “You can get off.”

Jihyo stood in front of it, staring at Nayeon as she slowly began to unbutton the rest of her shirt.

“But I’m not touching you at all. All you’ll be getting is the wand, since you seem to think you can do it better without me. And don’t even think about asking me to turn it up.”

“W-Wait, Ji-”

“That’s not how you address me.”

Nayeon whimpered, her knees already sore from the position she was in, causing her to press down harder onto the toy.

“Mommy. This isn’t- this isn’t fair.”

“Fair?” Jihyo said, finally pulling her shirt off and tossing it aside. “You think you deserve to be treated fairly? After all you said and did?”

Nayeon mashed her lips together, squeezing her eyes shut as her head fell. Both of them knew the answer, but Jihyo kept going.

“I don’t think so. You’re such a brat, so ungrateful. Such a little slut. Can’t just take what’s given to you, too stupid to follow the very few rules I’ve given you.”

This wasn’t normal for them, really. Nayeon got punishments, sure. She liked it, liked the name calling, liked the pain. But this was different. Jihyo sounded genuinely mad. Her words stung, but not in the good way, not in the way that left her breathless and itching for more. It felt like she got shoved into the deep end of a cold pool when she barely knew how to swim. They hurt, they scared her. This wasn’t what she wanted. Not at all.

But fuck, it felt so good to finally have Jihyo to herself. To know that she was the center of her attention, to know that she wanted her like this. To know Jihyo wanted her at all. It was easy to ignore the chill that ran up her spine when she knew Jihyo would be there to keep her warm.

“Since you’ve already cum three times, let’s double it. I expect six more.”

At least, usually Jihyo would be there.

Nayeon whined, her head whipping up. The sudden movement caused the vibrator to move away, the loss of sensation even worse than having it pressed directly against her. Her whole body twitched, her hips bucking as she desperately tried to get it back.

“M-Mommy, I can’t- it’s not- it’s not enough. I’ll- I’ll be here for hours trying!”

“Then so be it.” Jihyo deadpanned. She finally slipped her pants off, leaving herself in just her bra and underwear. “I’ve got all night. I wasn’t even planning on going in tomorrow, y’know? If you had just waited patiently like the good girl I know you are, you wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Fuck. Nayeon was fucked. There was no way out of this. Jihyo was stubborn, always had to be right, to be in control. Nayeon was the same way, really. If she wasn’t, she wouldn’t be here right now.

Jihyo was right- if she had just been fucking patient, been good, she’d probably have Jihyo’s hands on her, her mouth against hers while Jihyo was taking such good care of her. Not this. The absence of her partner, of the woman she loved the most above everything else, was going to drive her mad. It already had, clearly. She felt so, so stupid.

So it made it even worse to know that Jihyo was right fucking there. She just wasn’t giving Nayeon that grace. Nayeon lost her chance at that the moment she said she didn’t need her.

How wrong she was.

“I had other ideas before your little stunt earlier, bunny.” Jihyo said, finally sitting down in the chair. She propped one of her feet up on the seat, her knee pressing against her chest. “Wanted to come home and give you exactly what you’d been missing. I could tell you were pent up, and I felt so bad about it. And I missed you, too.”

Nayeon looked up, her teeth sinking down into her bottom lip as she tried to contain a pitiful whimper. She pressed her hips down, seeking out something, anything against her core. Despite everything, she could feel how soaked she was against the fabric of her panties, could feel how her clit pulsed with need, the knot in her abdomen pulled tight but not enough to break. It was torture. It felt so good. She had no idea how she felt about it.

“So you’re going to put on a show for me.” Jihyo said, locking eyes with her. “Beg all you want, but I’m not moving until you’ve finished.”

Nayeon whined, lurching forward, pressing down as hard as she could.

“P-Please, mommy I-” She could feel tears already pricking at the corners of her eyes. “I can’t do this- I- I need you.”

Jihyo tutted, her head cocked to the side. She made a show of moving her hand down between her thighs, brushing it against the front of her underwear before using her other hand to pull them to the side. Nayeon practically salivated at the sight of her- her clit was stiff and she was clearly wet, her folds practically glistening in the afternoon light that drifted in from the bedroom windows. She slowly drug her middle finger from her entrance up to her clit, circling it a few times, taunting her poor bunny.

“But that’s not what you said earlier, is it, baby?” She said with a smirk, her voice breathy from where she was teasing herself. “I thought you didn’t need me to get off? You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

Nayeon let out another frustrated whine, shaking her head. Part of her wanted to fight, wanted to maintain the ego she gave herself earlier when she was texting her. But she just couldn’t. She really fucking couldn’t.

“I’m so sorry. I- I was wrong.” She said, her jaw clenching as she sat back up. The shift pushed the vibrator away just slightly, the lack of sensation causing her to nearly collapse again. “I was s-so wrong, Jihyo, please.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes. She pulled her hand away from her core, and, much to Nayeon’s surprise, stood up. She walked over beside the bed, holding the finger she was using to touch herself up to Nayeon’s mouth.

“Clean it.”

Nayeon barely let her finish the command before complying, taking the digit into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. It brought her some level of comfort to just taste her, to have her in some way. The earthiness and musk of her essence were so familiar, so warm, addicting. But before she could actually savor it, Jihyo was taking her hand back, the ease she felt going along with it.

She moved away again, bending down beside the bed to grab something. Nayeon didn’t look, too busy trying to press herself back down against the wand. Beside her, Jihyo moved again, her free hand finding the back of Nayeon’s head, gripping her hair tightly. She pulled her back up, finally showing her what she was holding.

Her belt.

“If you need my help so bad, I’ll help.” Jihyo said, her voice cold, annoyed. “But it’ll be with this.”

Nayeon would’ve normally been embarrassed by the sound she made, something between a whimper and a groan, entirely pathetic. Jihyo let her hair go, moving to turn the vibrator up by a few settings. She quickly pressed her hand against Nayeon’s shoulder, easing her onto her stomach, making sure the wand was pressed right against where she needed it the most, the pillow helping to keep her ass up in the air. Nayeon wiggled around a bit, tugging at the tie that was still holding her wrists together, but eventually gave up, surrendering herself fully to that fuzzy feeling that was growing in both her brain and her stomach. It was easier to ignore the alarms in her head when she did that.

“My, my, bunny.” Jihyo cooed, her hand roaming down Nayeon’s exposed side. “You look pretty like this. It’s a shame I can’t be nicer to you.”

I need the niceness, Nayeon thought. More than anything else, I need you to be nice to me.

She didn’t say anything back. She just let it happen. She needed to cum, anyways. Six wouldn’t be hard, right? She liked pain. She liked overstimulation. She liked Jihyo’s cruelty, liked her games. All of it was done with so much love, usually. Right now, though, it didn’t feel the same. But she deserved this. She was bad, she deserved to be punished.

Right?

When Jihyo’s hand finally gripped her ass, her mind went completely blank. She pressed Nayeon down harder against the toy, which was now doing a much better job at getting her off. It was great, it was just what she needed. Her body trembled, her hips instinctively bucking, the sensation almost all too much when-

“One.” Nayeon whimpered out, the knot in her stomach finally snapping as her first orgasm washed over her.

Jihyo didn’t let her up. She kept her hand firm against her, kept her pressed down against it. It was fine while it happened, but the moment she crossed the peak, it became all too much. She felt like an electrical current was running through her veins, burning through her body up to her skin. It was somewhat nice, but still.

“Ji- mommy, it’s- it’s too-”

Jihyo moved her hand away. Nayeon tried to chase the feeling of her against her, tried to move her hips back, to sit up on her knees without using her hands. She regretted it.

The harsh leather of the belt met the soft flesh of her ass in an instant, the pain sending her reeling back down onto the vibrator. She let out a cry, her fists clenching together, her knuckles white as she held onto herself for dear life.

“You take what’s given to you, bunny.”

Jihyo sounded entirely unlike herself. Suddenly the fear was outweighing the pleasure.

“Five more, Nay. You can handle that, surely. Can’t you?”

Could she?

Nayeon looked over her shoulder, finally locking eyes with Jihyo. The tears were making it hard to make her out, her vision blurry from the wetness, her mind cloudy from the pain. The vibrator was still whirring against her, which both eased and wound her right back up. It felt good.

But Jihyo wasn’t with her.

Jihyo wasn’t on her.

Jihyo wasn’t fixing her.

Jihyo. Jihyo, Jihyo, Jihyo. All she ever wanted was Jihyo. And right now, this certainly didn’t feel like the Jihyo she knew.

“Answer me.”

All it took was another slap of the belt against her for Nayeon to break. She cried out, her second orgasm crashing into her as she desperately gasped for air. Her whole body lurched forward, tears finally pouring down her face as she babbled out something that Jihyo didn’t quite catch.

“What was that? Too stupid to speak?” She taunted, running her hand along the red marks that now adorned Nayeon’s backside. “Is it too much already, bunny?”

Yes.

“Four more.”

No.

“God, you’re so pathetic.”

Stop.

Nayeon couldn’t do it anymore. Everything was too much, everything hurt in the worst way possible. This wasn’t what she wanted- she never wanted this. She wanted Jihyo. Her sweet, gentle, loving girl. The girl she married, the girl who guided her through the worst parts of her life and stayed by her side through it all. The girl who taught her it was okay to love who she loved, who taught her the true meaning of softness. The girl who worked her ass off to make sure she was cared for, to make sure their lives would never go without stability. She missed her terribly. She needed her now.

With a shaky breath, Nayeon looked over her shoulder again. Her face scrunched up in pain the moment she looked at Jihyo, but she managed to gather every single nerve in her body when she finally spoke.

“Doughnut.”

Within seconds, Jihyo was pulling her up. Nayeon released the safety end of the tie that was binding her wrists together, freeing herself from her restraints as Jihyo pulled the pillow and vibrator away. She sat back on her knees, everything finally hitting her as she just sobbed. Jihyo quickly cut the toy off, practically throwing it down to the end of the bed before joining her, climbing in beside her.

“Nay- Nayeon, hey.” Her voice was calm, even. Soothing, more than anything. “Look at me. What do you need? Can you speak?”

Nayeon looked up, finally locking eyes with Jihyo. She looked so guilty, scared. Nayeon was too gone to really say anything, tears still streaming down her cheeks. The only thing she could do was hold out her arms. And yet, Jihyo understood. She always understood.

She helped Nayeon lay back on the bed, crawling up beside her and pulling her in close, Nayeon’s face resting against her chest. She pressed a few kisses to the top of her head, holding her tightly as she whispered out apology after apology, reassurance after reassurance. After a few minutes, Nayeon had calmed herself down. She pushed herself up, pulling away so she could look at her wife.

“I’m sorry, Ji.” Nayeon said, sniffling. “I got- I got so scared. You sounded so mad. I couldn’t…”

Jihyo shook her head.

“Nay, baby, it’s okay. You have nothing to apologize for. I’m so sorry I got so angry, I just…” She sighed. “God, that’s not like me at all.”

Nayeon leaned forward and kissed her forehead before moving back to rest against her. Jihyo’s arms wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her pressed as close as she could be.

“I know it’s not you, Ji.” Nayeon sighed out. “I’m sorry for upsetting you. That wasn’t fair of me. You’ve been so busy, and I was a brat for doing what I did.”

Jihyo made a sound of protest, shaking her head. She didn’t say anything, though. She was letting Nayeon have her time.

“I didn’t mean any of what I said. It’s just-” Nayeon spoke the best she could, her voice cracking as the tears from before came back. “I missed you, I wanted your attention. I’m sorry I went about it like that- I didn’t know what else to do.”

Nayeon finally looked up at Jihyo. She was giving her that look. The one she gave her when she was worried, the one that Nayeon knew was pure adoration.

“Hey, hey. Baby, it’s okay.” Jihyo whispered, her hand immediately finding Nayeon’s cheek, thumbing away her tears. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to give it to you. I missed you, too. More than you’d ever know. I love you so, so much.”

She paused, frowning.

“I poured all my energy into work and that wasn’t fair to you. You deserve it, too. More than that stupid company does, that’s for sure.” She took a second, inhaling and exhaling through her teeth. “What you don’t deserve is my anger. I’m so mad about work, so mad about how they’re treating me. Home is the one place where I have you. And I brought that anger home. And then you said that stuff… And then I just… Took it out on you…”

Her voice trailed off, her brows furrowed as she looked away.

“I went too far, Nay. I hurt you in a way that was scary for you, and I’m so sorry.”

Nayeon sat up fully then, wiping her own tears off with her arm before she took Jihyo’s face in her hands.

“Jihyo, you’ve been nothing but good to me the entire time I’ve known you.” She said, making Jihyo look at her. “What happened wasn’t normal for either of us, we clearly both went too far. We’re both mad about the situation we’re in, and took it out on each other. But it’s okay now. I forgive you completely, I still trust you, nothing will ever change that.”

Jihyo looked at her for a moment, really looked at her, before her eyes started to well with tears. She pouted as a few began to fall, her bottom lip poking out as she whined.

“I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, Nay.”

Nayeon rolled her eyes, laughing as she wiped the younger girl’s tears away before leaning down and kissing her softly, deeply. For the first time in weeks, she felt like Jihyo was with her fully.

That’s what she’d wanted all along.

“You know you don’t have to be the one to do everything all the time, baby.” Nayeon whispered between kisses. “I can handle it when you can’t. And right now, you deserve a break.”

Jihyo hummed out a reply, pressing herself up to kiss Nayeon better. She parted her lips just enough for Nayeon to press her tongue into her mouth, practically whimpering at the feeling. The kiss went from gentle to deep to a little too intense a bit fast, both of them finally pulling away for air the moment their teeth clattered together. Nayeon sat back on her knees, laughing at how red Jihyo’s face was, how she was blushing as if they hadn’t ever kissed before. Jihyo waved her arms around in protest, shouting a string of embarrassed “unnie, cut it out”s as she playfully swatted at Nayeon.

This was what Nayeon had been missing, more than anything else. Having Jihyo by her side, taking care of one another in the most mundane ways possible. She took Jihyo’s hands in her own, holding them down as she pressed her wife into the mattress, kissing her again. And again, and again.

That was enough for now. They didn’t really need to talk about it any further, it was clear how both of them felt. The incident was over, they would move on. That’s how it always went with them- they’d butt heads, talk about it, move on, keep the lessons they learned in mind. Jihyo never made the same mistake twice, and Nayeon never let herself get caught up on the past. That’s why they worked so well, why they could get as rough as they did with one another. If Jihyo was the one inflicting the pain, she was the one to help Nayeon heal. If Nayeon was going to take it, she’d always make how she really felt known. Communication, fully. And they hadn’t been doing as good of a job at that lately.

“Nayeon, baby.” Jihyo pleaded between kisses. She didn’t put up a real fight. “Let me run you a bath and make dinner.”

It was alright now, though.

Nayeon hummed, kissing her again.

“I showered earlier, but I guess it’s only fair.” She said, her lips still halfway pressed against Jihyo’s. “But I said you deserve a break, y’know?”

Jihyo whined as Nayeon pulled away.

“Why can’t my break be getting to take care of you?”

Nayeon swore that Park Jihyo was the only person on planet earth who spend her time off from her job where she’s constantly fixing things for others by doing things for others. Or really, doing things for her. Or for Jeongyeon. But that’s the privilege she got as their best friend of over a decade, for putting up with them for as long as she has. Still, though- this was about Jihyo.

“Fine.” Nayeon huffed out. “But I want you to take a bath with me. I need to wash your hair. It’s greasy.”

Jihyo rolled her eyes, smiling.

“Whatever you say, princess.”

So finally, after a bit more kissing, and a bit of letting their hands wander, both of them got up. Nayeon stretched her arms out over her head, cracking her back (while ignoring Jihyo’s passing comment about how she was getting “too old to handle her”), before letting Jihyo pull her off to their bathroom. She leaned against the counter as Jihyo started the water, which caused her to finally register just how badly her ass hurt when it made contact with the cold granite.

“Oh my god, Jihyo. You ruined my ass.” Nayeon hissed, standing back up straight, running her hand over the bruised skin. “Why did you use the damn belt? We have a paddle and a crop.”

Jihyo looked up from the tub, her lips mashed together in embarrassment.

“It felt right in the moment.”

Nayeon just laughed, exasperated. She finally walked over next to Jihyo, taking off her bra and underwear, tossing them aside, a bit too casually considering how much she’d paid for them.

“I mean, it was pretty hot.”

Jihyo smiled up at her, brightly. Soon enough they were in the tub together, Nayeon between Jihyo’s legs, her back against the younger girl’s front as they just enjoyed each other’s presence. The water was nice, warm, soothing Nayeon’s damaged skin and relaxing her tight muscles. Jihyo had her chin resting on Nayeon’s shoulder, her arms around her waist, occasionally leaning in to press kisses against her neck. It wasn’t meant to be anything more than sweet, but still, after not getting exactly what she wanted, Nayeon found herself getting wound right back up. And Jihyo figured it out fast, noticing how she started shifting, squeezing her thighs together. Nayeon didn’t stop her when her hands drifted, one going up to cup her breast while the other one went down, her fingers delicately running along her slit before dipping inside.

“Jihyo, please.” Nayeon groaned out, her head falling back against Jihyo’s shoulder.

She didn’t have to say exactly what she needed. Jihyo knew. Just like she always did.

“Shh, baby.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to her temple as her fingers pumped in and out of her. “I’ve got you. You’re the only thing I care about right now. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Because it's sunday, remember?” Jihyo replied in excitement, tail swayed enthusiastically from side to side.

“What's so special about sunday?”

“That means you don't have work and are free all day!”

“and?”

“and we will go to the beach!”

“ehh? when did we agree to do that?” Nayeon questioned.

“You promised yesterday that we will go to the beach on Sunday and today is the day?”

“Really? i don't think I ever said something like that” Nayeon replied, feigning cluelessness as she teased her.

“you did! I remembered it clearly!” Jihyo pouted, her ears twitching in annoyance that Nayeon had already forgotten it.

Nayeon giggled at the sight of the sulking kitty. She started to pet her head, gently rubbing behind her ears. Jihyo’s frown disappeared, eyes shutted as she leaned into the comfortable touch. 

“Haha, I know. Of course I remember,” Nayeon said, unable to resist cooing at the adorable hybrid. “But first, let me get up so we can get ready.”

“yeay!”

Jihyo hopped down, her excitement bubbling over as she grabbed Nayeon’s hand and practically dragged her out of the room. After a quick breakfast and packing up their essentials for the beach trip, they loaded everything into the car and were ready to go.

The entire ride Jihyo couldn't stop bouncing on her seat, her wide eyes glued to the outside of the window, tail thumping softly against the seat, and kept asking Nayeon if they were there yet. She was really excited and couldn't wait to reach their destination. 

Nayeon couldn't help but smile seeing her kitty. Nayeon had learned quickly after adopting Jihyo that she always likes going outside. This time Jihyo wants to go to the beach and of course Nayeon didn’t have the heart to say no to her. Nayeon is more than happy to spend her time with this kitty. She adores her so much.

“Yah Jihyo! don't run from me!” Nayeon shouted, but Jihyo ignored her and kept sprinting toward the sea. Nayeon could only laugh and shake her head as she started to walk to follow her.

“Wah, daebak!” Jihyo was amazed at what she see. The sound of the waves, the salty scent of the sea, the breathtaking view before her, and the cool water brushing against her feet left her mesmerized.

“Nayeon-ah come on in!” Jihyo called out to Nayeon who had just arrived.

“nah i'm good here, i don't want to get wet” Nayeon standing at the edge of the sea.

“aww come on i don't want to play alone~ it's just water!” Jihyo whined and pouting dramatically.

“eh? Aren't cats supposed to be scared of water?” Nayeon asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Where do you get that idea?”

“well, you always hate taking baths, and we always end up having a long argument first”

“That’s different! You don’t get fully wet here, just your legs. And this is fun!”

“nah i'll just stay here, you can play all you want”

“Ish you are not fun” Jihyo pouted in disappointment. But as a mischievous thought crossed her mind, a sly smile formed on her face. ”So, you still don't want to get in? then take this!”

Before Nayeon could react, Jihyo playfully splashed water at her. The unexpected splash soaked Nayeon, leaving her stunned. 

“yah Jihyo stop!” Nayeon yelled, using her hand to block the water but it was no use because Jihyo won't stop splashing. 

“Oh you really, challenge me huh? then take this!” Nayeon finally gave in, stepping into the water as they both started to splash each other with water.

As expected they both ended up soaking wet, but neither of them minded, it was worth it for the fun they had. After drying off, they decided to explore the beach, walking hand in hand by the shoreline, enjoying their bare feet touching the warm sand.

Jihyo was really amazed when she discovered new creatures along the way, like clams, sea urchin, and crabs that almost pinch her when she tried to touch it. Later, they both also have an ice cream together while Jihyo excitedly chattered about everything she had seen today, and Nayeon listened to her with a fond smile.

By the time they decided to head home, Jihyo was completely worn out. The car ride was very quiet because Jihyo was sleeping for the entire ride. She really had so much fun with her adventure today. When they arrived home, Nayeon opened Jihyo’s door and found her still fast asleep, her soft features relaxed and her orange ears dropped. The sight of the kitty made Nayeon’s heart melt

“Wake up baby, let's get inside” she pressed a gentle kiss to Jihyo’s forehead.

“I don't think I can walk anymore. my legs are dead” Jihyo mumbled.

Nayeon rolled her eyes, already knowing where this was going.“You just want me to carry you inside, don’t you?”

Jihyo giggled. “well, if you insist”

“Such a spoiled kitty,” Nayeon teased, laughing as she turned around and crouched slightly. “Alright, hop on.”

Jihyo looped her hand around Nayeon's neck and jumped into her back, clinging to her like a koala. “onward!”

“you know I'm not a horse right?” Nayeon protested, began to walk to the door.

“You can be my horse whenever I want,” Jihyo giggled.