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wewerelikefools · 1 month ago

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you're toxic (consume me)

sana/jihyo (sahyo)

one shot | 3k | E

rough, very angry sex

plot: jihyo and sana fight, so they settle their differences in bed. jihyo takes many creative liberties to help resolve it.

All. Night.

Sana had been playing in Jihyo’s face all fucking night.

Every subtle attempt to check Sana had been met with indifference, sometimes belittlement. “Relax, Ji. You’re overacting,” she’d said at one point. Jihyo would try to explain that she’s not, that she wanted Sana to be more present for her, with her, only for Sana to blow her off and go back to doing… shit like she was doing now.

The muscles in her face worked tirelessly to make herself seem unaffected—no, unassuming—of the way Sana sauntered back up to a woman other than her. Because how could Jihyo not be affected by that?

This was Jihyo’s celebration party, the feature of her directorial debut winning every category it was nominated for. Instead of her girlfriend spending it by her side, she thought it a better idea to flirt with other people. Her latest pick? The film’s lead actress.

Jihyo had to tell herself that her problem wasn’t with Miyeon. The woman was unilaterally talented and gorgeous; Jihyo had her casted as the lead for a reason. She was also very single, and Jihyo and Sana weren’t exclusive. Least of all tonight, according to Sana. All because of a stupid argument that Sana started and made herself mad about.

She watched Sana glance her way whenever she’d whisper something in Miyeon’s ear, the latter giggling incessantly. Sana shamelessly moved a strand of hair from Miyeon’s face, slow enough where Miyeon’s eyes could follow the path of her finger down to her bare shoulder. Miyeon responded to it in such a way that said she’d jump into bed with Sana the first chance she got. That’s what Jihyo got from it anyway, even if she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Jihyo wasn’t even possessive like that; it was a matter of respect. Sana was only doing this to get under her skin.

It was working.

Jihyo was on her fourth glass of champagne in the last 10 minutes, sat on a love seat in full view of Sana’s show, sporting the overly expensive dress Sana had bought her and a defeatist pout to go with it. She wanted to be more festive, but she couldn’t help brushing off every person who had come up to her, likely to congratulate her.

“Jihyo.”

Aggrieved, she looked over, up past her shoulder.

Jihyo gave the nth offending person a small, curt smile. “Hey, Jeong.” She didn’t wait for a reply. She just turned back around.

Sana had since pulled Miyeon further into the crowd to dance. Obscured by other moving bodies, Jihyo caught glimpses of Sana with her back flush to Miyeon, pulling the girl’s hands around her waist, tilting her head to let Miyeon nose at her neck.

Jihyo’s nose flared. Her left leg crossed over her right and bounced heavily. She clenched the fist leaning on her knee.

“You okay?” Jeongyeon asked.

“I’m fine,” Jihyo bit out.

Jeongyeon, ignoring her, moved behind the couch, hands on either of Jihyo’s shoulders. Jihyo closed her eyes and breathed out hard, ready to say something to get Jeongyeon to back off until her fingers began digging into bunched muscles.

She’d been friends with Jeongyeon long enough to know she was tipsy—she only got this touchy when she was. Jeongyeon knew her long enough to be unaffected by her attitude, and was especially good with her hands. Which was exactly why Jihyo didn’t need this right now.

“You’re quite the life of the party after sweeping an entire award show,” Jeongyeon quipped.

Jihyo merely hummed, trying and failing to not let Jeongyeon relax her. She was admittedly growing less focused, more in tune with the way Jeongyeon worked through stiff muscles, massaging the hem of her neck.

When Jeongyeon paused, Jihyo opened her eyes, not realizing she’d closed them at some point. Jeongyeon slid her hands down her arms and leaned down to speak in her ear. Her breath tickled Jihyo’s skin and made her giggle quietly, warmly.

“You know I charge for these kind of services,” she whispered. Jihyo chuckled. “Now you have to let me get you a drink.”

Jihyo nodded, less upended. She let Jeongyeon choose for her, trusting her. A few moments later, she was sipping a heavy cocktail, a sweet one, just how she liked. She smiled into the glass.

“What are you thinking about?” Jeongyeon, sitting next to her.

“Have I told you how much I love ‘Lost in Time?’”

Jeongyeon burst into laughter. “Too much. I’m starting to question your judgment.”

“Okay, Ms Producer of the Year.”

“For your film. You practically forced my hand.”

Jihyo shrugged. “Your pockets aren’t complaining.”

“Because you’re my top listener, right?”

Jihyo chuckled. “Guilty as charged.” She tipped her glass to her.

Jeongyeon clinked hers against it before drinking what was left in her glass. She set it down and regarded Jihyo a little more seriously. Jihyo avoided her eyes.

“Ji.”

“Look, I know what you’re going to say, so don’t.”

Jeongyeon hummed and placed an indignant hand on Jihyo’s leg. “Talk to me.”

Jihyo huffed. She could offer nothing less offensive than, “ask Sana.”

The second Jihyo looked up, she spotted Sana, encircled in Miyeon’s arms, tongue down her throat like it was nothing. Miyeon’s hands were on her ass, grabbing possessively like Jihyo didn’t exist. Jihyo set her glass down quickly, sure her grip would break it otherwise.

Jeongyeon followed her line of sight, then to Jihyo’s heavily bouncing knee, back up to her face.

“So you two are fighting again.”

Jihyo crossed her arms and said nothing.

Silent for a beat, Jeongyeon stood up. “Come dance with me.”

“I don’t want to, Jeong.”

“Oh come on, Ji.” She held her hand out. “Sitting here miserable is doing nothing for you.”

“I’m fine,” she muttered, looking down.

“Really? They’re playing your favorite song.” Jihyo lifted her head and actually listened. She frowned at her. “Okay, okay, second favorite.”

“More like third,” Jihyo corrected.

Jeongyeon rolled her eyes at her and grabbed her hand gently. “Come on.”

At that moment, Sana looked over Miyeon’s shoulder, locking eyes with Jihyo. They were scrutinizing, knowing, daring. Jihyo, not wanting to think about all the ways she could charge up to Sana and embarrass the both of them, let herself be lifted off the couch.

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Begrudgingly, even if to get back at Sana, it became a nice, needed distraction. Her tipsiness helped accept the attention of Jeongyeon. Her hands were in the right places. She moved with her in a way that made her feel lighter. Hell, her breath tickling her skin and her lips tasting it had her considering taking Jeongyeon home instead. It had surfaced on the tip of her tongue for a while, but too soon, Jeongyeon held her still at the end of a song, letting her know she’d probably be leaving.

“You’d think I’d be used to staying out later,” she said leading Jihyo back out of the still bustling crowd.

Parties like these usually lasted all night, but Jeongyeon wasn’t one to hang around to see the end of them. Jihyo knew that, she just forgot. She glanced at her watch—2am. She was surprised to see Jeongyeon hadn’t said something sooner.

“I’m sorry,” Jeongyeon said, requesting her belongings at the coat check.

“Don’t be. I had fun.”

“Good.” Jeongyeon smiled, shrugging it on. “You know, it’s been a while since we got to do this.”

Jihyo huffed, chuckled. “Yeah, I know.” She ran a hand through her hair.

Jeongyeon placed a hand on her hip. “I wanna see you again. When our schedules line up.”

Jihyo bit her lip. “Yeah.”

Jeongyeon placed a kiss on her cheek. Jihyo felt the warmth of it.

“Ji, I’m ready to go.”

All that warmth drained at the familiar voice behind her. Jihyo watched Jeongyeon wave, a dry, sardonic smile on her face.

“Hey, Sana.”

“Hi,” Sana half-regarded her. “Jihyo.”

Jihyo kept her back to her.

“Just a moment, Jeongyeon and I were—”

“I’m not going to tell you again.”

Jihyo closed her eyes and breathed out slowly through her nose. She turned around.

“Where’s Miyeon?”

“Why?”

“You can leave with her.”

“She already left for the night.”

“That’s a shame,” Jihyo said flatly. “I can give you her number so you can catch up to her. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Already got it. Now can you go get my stuff so we can go?”

Jihyo was fighting the urge to tell her to fuck off, but with Sana draining any semblance of a good time she had left, she didn’t care much to stay either. It didn’t help that they lived together. She could possibly call a hotel and score a last minute booking, but she was too tired to deal with that. She pursed her lips then turned to request their things from the coat check.

“I’m sorry,” Jeongyeon said again.

“It’s whatever. Really.” She looked at Jeongyeon. She seemed unphased, unfortunately used to this, but Jihyo was no less frustrated. “I’ll text you?”

“Call me,” she corrected. “You know I don’t answer texts.”

Jihyo let a smile free even if she knew it would piss Sana off. “Get home safe.”

“You too.” She waved over Jihyo’s shoulder. “Bye, Sana.”

Sana said nothing in return.

The second their belongings were placed in Jihyo’s hands, Sana was dragging Jihyo outside to their driver she’d apparently already texted to be ready.

Jihyo’s growing frustration bubbled hotly, ready to erupt throughout the silent ride home. To make it worse, Sana made sure to place as much space in between them as possible. Jihyo managed to hold herself back until the apartment door closed behind them.

“Sana.”

Sana ignored her. She removed her shoes, unzipped out of her dress and left it in the middle of the floor knowing that it was one of Jihyo’s biggest pet peeves.

Jihyo breathed in hard, stepped over it, and followed her into the kitchen.

“Sana.”

Sana still wouldn’t acknowledge her. She poured herself a glass of water from the fridge filter. She didn’t bother asking Jihyo if she wanted any. She drank it slowly, aggravatingly so.

Wound tightly with the need for an explanation, Jihyo grabbed her arm, making her almost drop the glass.

“Sana!”

“Let go, Ji.” She yanked her arm away, set the glass on the kitchen island and pushed past Jihyo, heading toward the winding staircase.

“Hey!” Jihyo, in tow, called after her. Through the bedroom and cornering her in their walk-in closet, Jihyo pulled at her again, urging her to face her. “We need to talk.”

“We don’t.” Sana swatted her away and turned her back to her to take off her bra, then her underwear.

Even in the midst of all her anger, Jihyo’s mouth went dry, which only served to frustrate her more.

“I’m sick of these games, Sana.”

“I said I don’t want to talk.”

“What is your fucking problem?”

Sana, fully naked, uncaring, turned around. It was the first time she looked Jihyo in the eye since they walked in the house.

“Fuck you,” was all she said before she attempted to push past her again.

The coil in Jihyo snapped. Not a second later, she pushed Sana into the nearest wall, indignant lips on her. She gripped at her hips, hard and possessive, and bit her lip roughly—“fuck you too.”

She felt Sana smile into it, knowing she’d won. Because of course this was what she wanted. She sighed and moaned despite how rough Jihyo was being with her.

Pulling at her hair to mouth at her neck.

Letting her dull nails dig into her skin.

Biting down to leave solid bruises, not letting up when Sana squirmed, trapped against the wall.

Whispering degrading filth in her ears, listening to Sana whimper and groan in response.

The more receptive Sana was to it all, the angrier Jihyo got. And Sana showed her better than she could tell her that she wanted Jihyo to take every single frustration she had out on her.

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“Jihyo, please.”

The hours had pushed into early morning, birds chirping distantly outside. Sana’s words barely made it out of the silk that her face was pushed into. She was struggling to stay still; a wet, overstimulated mess. Jihyo chuckled relentlessly, drunk on her power trip, feeling Sana drip down her fingers and onto the sheets. Sana shook heavily while Jihyo pressed on the ever swollen pad inside her.

“I think you’ve got another one in you.”

Sana didn’t lift her head. Her red, sensitive ass was a testament to the last time she did. Jihyo let her fingers flutter a little longer, working her slower, drawing out the remnants of her most recent climax, feeling her twitch uncontrollably, daring her to say anything else. Sana could only whimper and forced herself to try to stay still. Jihyo smiled.

“Good girl.”

She licked and kissed up her spine, reveled in the barely held tremors of her body, then kissed the skin at her shoulder blade before whispering, “Lift.”

Sana weakly did as she was bid. Jihyo raised herself on her knees, held her strap in place, and slid in with no resistance. Sana was loud about it, but Jihyo didn’t care. She set a pace so hard and constant that Sana was arching forward and whimpering in sensitivity.

“Unh uh, don’t run from it.” Jihyo grabbed her hair possessively and harshly pulled her back.

“F-fuck, baby! Please!”

Jihyo still didn’t relent. She thought back to hours before, Sana picking that fight with her, then ignoring her, disrespecting her multiple times, effectively ruining her night. She ruminated on it; each thought made Jihyo pound into Sana harder. Her hips blurred and Sana sobbed uncontrollably, dripping everywhere and soaking the sheets that Jihyo would surely make her clean up later.

“Ji- Jihyo! Y-you’re— I’m— It’s s’much."

“How you acted earlier wasn’t too much?”

“I-I’m sorry baby–I should’ve— you were— fuck — that feels—”

“What?” Jihyo smacked her more than tender ass.

“Listened to y-you–shit— baby, I’m sorry!”

“I bet you are,” Jihyo chuckled, uncaring at this point. “Just look at you, you’ve been shivering so much—” she slowed herself, only briefly. The slightest hint of her fingers on her back made Sana squirm and clench. “You’re pathetic.” She smacked her ass again, hard. Sana yelped.

When Jihyo felt her pussy start to push her out, she maneuvered her flat to bed, making sure she stayed inside. She covered her mouth with one hand and held herself up on her elbow with the other.

“Mmmf!” She began to pound into her again. Jihyo felt Sana’s tears stain her hands.

“I want you to remember this the next time you want to try me in public,” she leaned down and hissed in her ear. “You’re lucky I waited until we got home. Next time, I’ll have you like this in the next room and I dare you to make a single fucking sound.”

Only then did she remove her hand from Sana's mouth, only to snake it underneath Sana. Sana screamed hoarsely with Jihyo drawing sloppy circles around her clit. The way Sana writhed underneath her, Jihyo wished she could feel how hard Sana had to be bearing down on her strap. Sana was clawing at everything and nothing. Her body was lined with sweat, hair clinging to her face and neck. Red and purple marks decorated her skin. Her bruised ass shook every time Jihyo drove into her. Jihyo almost lost herself just watching, the beautiful debauchery of it all. Sana froze for a moment, then yelled in silence, pushing Jihyo out and wetting her hips copiously. Jihyo moved to sit on her knees next to her, watching Sana twitch violently. Jihyo pushed her hair back with both hands, trying to catch her breath, only realizing now that she needed to. Soon after, she removed the strap and lay on a drier side of the bed, rubbing Sana's back. It took Sana a few moments to recover, meticulously rolling over onto next to her, careful of the sore spots on her body.

She looked over Jihyo and at the clock on the nightstand. Jihyo’s eyes followed her. It was pushing seven in the morning. Jihyo was starting to feel it, eyes getting heavy.

Sana laid down on her chest, throwing her arm over Jihyo’s waist. Jihyo tensed despite being tired.

“Fuck, Ji, that was–”

“You’re not done.”

“Wait, what?” Jihyo quelled the worry in her voice, needily pulling the hand on her waist down between her legs, urging her to feel– “Oh.”

Jihyo sucked in a breath as Sana slid two fingers between pliant lips.

“Did I do this?” Sana whispered, breath hot on her chest.

Jihyo laid her hand on top of Sana’s, urging; she wanted relief and she wanted it quickly. Sana seemed to be done with her games, moving with purpose and Jihyo rolling her hips with her. Sana pushed one finger inside, then a second, pushing in and up and hitting the spot Jihyo needed. Jihyo was panting throughout it all, holding onto her wrist while Sana worked inside. Sana urged her along by kissing her chest, her neck, her cheek, then finally leaned up to taste her lips, sealing a whine in Jihyo’s throat at the feel of a soft thumb on her clit. It contrasted with Jihyo’s treatment of her, but she knew Sana had been okay with it, and that she was okay with this–waving her fingers and rolling her thumb and slipping her tongue in between Jihyo’s lips as Jihyo cried in her mouth, coming, body arching then falling, shaking and shaking until her body grew slack. Jihyo’s so sated and tired she could barely watch Sana slip out and suck her slick-coated fingers. Her eyes were closed, fast asleep by the time Sana was back on her chest.

She woke late in the day with them still wrapped up into each other like that, not wanting to move in case she were to disturb Sana.

The slow laze of Sunday, with the sun only caressing their feet and the sound of cars too far to disturb them, but close enough to provide a comforting, rumbling lull, made her forget most of what happened the night before. But with Sana snoring soundly atop her, peaceful, content, Jihyo was as so to fall back asleep with her.

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wewerelikefools · 6 months ago

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unfair (make me undone)

g!p nayeon x jihyo (nahyo)

1.9 words / Rated E for Sexually Explicit Content and Rough Sex

Jihyo could tell the first slap caught Nayeon by surprise. Her eyes widen, but otherwise she barely flinches, which only serves to make Jihyo angrier. Her hand raises again—it’s caught and thrown aside by Nayeon. Nayeon quickly closes the distance, hands on either side of her face.

The kiss was… typical. Greedy, harsh, knowing. Jihyo accepts it, but is quick to roughly push Nayeon into the nearest wall. Jihyo breaks the kiss to bite her lip, letting up once blood is drawn. She pulls back and the sight of Nayeon licking up the blood nonchalantly enrages Jihyo. It’s not anything out of the ordinary with Nayeon as Jihyo has come to find out, but knowing that Nayeon has been playing her this entire time, doing this once exposed, Jihyo feels so disrespected she could actually murder Nayeon.

“You’re fucking unbelievable!” She yelled. “How could you?”

“You were easy,” Nayeon says simply. “It’s amazing how long it took you to figure it—”

Jihyo’s hand reaches out to her throat. She’s close to running on autopilot; she could let all her inner instincts run wild and kill her. She wants to so badly. It would be so “easy” too, she thinks to herself. She squeezes harder, joined by her other hand; it gratifies Jihyo hearing choking sounds coming from Nayeon instead of lies. Nayeon tries to kick her in defense, but Jihyo blocks it with her knee; as her foot comes back down, she steps harshly on Nayeon’s foot and shortens the distance making it difficult for her to escape. Though Jihyo has Nayeon subdued, she flinches feeling a slimy wetness hit her face. She scrapes it off with the fingers of one hand–Nayeon had spit on her.

Furiously, she slams her head into the wall.

Nayeon gasps in pain and for air, Jihyo’s hand crucially constricting her blood flow. “Fucking bitch,” Jihyo hisses.

Nayeon attempts to hit her and paw at her arm, but it’s useless. As Jihyo’s anger courses through her, remembering the false promises, the phony security, the sweet nothings, it fuels the strength she uses to force air from Nayeon. She witnesses Nayeon weakening before her, the pleading look in her eyes, before they start fluttering close in defeat. The nerve of her, after all she’s done to appeal to Jihyo for anything, even her life.

Yet for some reason—be it her limited, but functioning moral compass, or her attraction to her, or something else arbitrary that wouldn’t matter one bit to someone as callous as Nayeon—Jihyo reneges. Nayeon bends over at the hip, holding her throat, coughing harshly and gulping down air.

“I know… you’re not… this dumb,” Nayeon croaks. She coughs sharply. “Why would… you let… me go?”

Jihyo’s heard enough talking. She pulls Nayeon into a sharp knee, effectively knocking any wind out of her that she’d regained. Jihyo can at least say she has no remorse for the grunt of pain she gives Nayeon. Nayeon’s given no time to recover—Jihyo negligently yanks her to the rug with a hard thud. She holds her down by the wrists scrambling for the cuffs at her waist.

“I’m not.”

Jihyo quickly insinuates the cuffs around a leg of their coffee table and tightly secures Nayeon’s hands in them. She’s sure to tighten them enough to cut into her skin if she moves too much. She sits on the bottom half of Nayeon’s legs for extra security. Nayeon still tries, movements effective enough for Jihyo’s anger to settle in her core and turn into something else entirely, something she’s sure the both of them expected. At the very least, Nayeon doesn’t have the upper hand over a vulnerable, oblivious Jihyo.

She’s got Nayeon in the palm of her hand, literally, with the button of her jeans since plucked open, zipper pulled down and pants yanked to expose Nayeon’s hard cock, sitting in Jihyo’s tight grip.

“You really have no shame,” Jihyo says. She relishes the sharp cry when she smacks her length. She does it again, earning her a pained moan. Nayeon’s cock bobs against her stomach, but doesn’t lose its hardness and Nayeon has no retort. Jihyo wraps her hand around the length, squeezing her without a care for her comfort. This was for Jihyo anyway. The way Nayeon led her on, lied to her, gaslit her. Nayeon should be thanking Jihyo for sparing her.

She pumps up and down aggressively, slowly building speed and tightening her grip. Nayeon can pretend it doesn’t affect her all she wants, tightlipped in her effort not to make a sound, but her body tells a different story and that’s something she could never hide from Jihyo. Her hips involuntarily jump and push her cock farther into Jihyo’s hand when she reduces her fervor and only teases the tip. She dips her torso down, making it seem as if she’s going to satisfy Nayeon with her mouth, only to sit back up and squeeze her dick roughly. Jihyo could see her throat straining with the need to moan. Jihyo decides to give her something—she slaps her stomach.

“Fuck!” Nayeon cries out. It’s hard enough to leave a fresh, red hand mark next to the growing bruise from her knee.

Raising her shirt up, she leaves her mark on her breasts, pinches her nipples until they shade from pink to red. The power trip makes Jihyo wetter, so much that it starts to become uncomfortable, but she continues on. “This what you wanted?” Jihyo taunts her with a sharp slap to the face. The impact is so loud she’s sure it makes Nayeon’s ears ring. Unphased, Jihyo slaps her again, even harder. What should’ve hurt only makes Nayeon throb desperately in her hand.

Jihyo grabs her face, pressing into the tender skin. Nayeon gives a pained whimper, it almost makes Jihyo lightheaded with arousal.

“Answer me.”

“Fuck. You.” Nayeon grits.

Jihyo’s mind goes blank. She’s determined to get Nayeon inside her—she needs it at this point, ripping off her pants off like a madman. But she has enough sentience to ruthlessly scratch and bite at her thighs first because she’s equally desirous for those continued, pained whines. For Nayeon to be laced with bruises for days so that Nayeon wouldn’t be able to walk straight. So she’d remember the shit she pulled and how Jihyo was the wrong one to fuck over.

She’s straddling Nayeon and taking her all the way down in a matter of seconds, a shaky moan escaping her throat in the process. Nayeon isn’t that big of a fit, but she always stretched Jihyo the way she needed, especially right now.

It takes little adjustment before Jihyo’s riding hard, bearing her hips down so Nayeon would feel all her weight crash down on her and the room is filled with echoing wet slaps. She gives not a single fuck about how uncomfortable Nayeon might be, that’s the point after all. Not that it matters much the way her hips raise to match Jihyo’s rhythm, or the way she throws her head back in bliss. Still, Jihyo can’t have that. Her hand wraps around Nayeon’s bruised neck once more, pressing down and holding her still and forcing her to look at her. Jihyo breathes hard and builds up speed as the friction between them becomes more slippery with her wetness.

God, if she couldn’t kill Nayeon, this is the second best thing she can do. She needs to blow off steam and she needs to take it out on Nayeon. She needs her to know how badly she hurt her. She needs her to know that she’d likely never forgive her for what she did. She needs her to know how good her dick feels inside her, how it feels even better now than it ever has. She needs her to know how lucky she is that Jihyo isn’t more vindictive and she still gets to fuck her like this.

Jihyo’s realizing that it’s likely that, despite everything, she’ll keep letting her. She at least knows Nayeon wants to, if the way she’s moaning pathetically underneath her is anything to go by.

To their surprise, Jihyo slows down enough to fumble for the keys to the cuffs and free Nayeon’s hands. She hopes that despite the sinking logic of her come-addled brain, she’s broken Nayeon’s sneering demeanor. It seems likely since Nayeon unhesitantly flips her onto her back and gives it to Jihyo fast and hard, the same pace Jihyo kept while riding her. Jihyo crosses her legs behind her back, leans up to bite her neck roughly, keep her in check. Nayeon hisses and pulls Jihyo’s hair until it hurt, but only to stop her hips from stuttering. Nayeon immediately lets go and braces herself on her elbows to build her pace back up.

“Harder,” Jihyo demands.

Jihyo gets what she wants—Nayeon slamming into her so furiously her wetness splashes between their hips, but at the cost of her back chafing against the rug. She pulls Nayeon down to splay on top of her, holding her there and leaving violent scratches down her back until she could feel skin underneath her nails. Nayeon groans in pain but keeps going anyway. Her heavy pants are telling Jihyo that she’s close.

“Jihyo.” Nayeon’s voice is no longer taunting, it’s desperate and pliant. She tries to sit up, but Jihyo holds her steady.

“No.”

“Jihyo, seriously—”

“No, you’re gonna stay inside,” she breathes. Reducing her to a subservient fuck toy is her win. That’s all Nayeon is worth to Jihyo now, continuing to hold Nayeon in the prison of her limbs.

“Fuck,” Nayeon utters, complaisant, before pulling Jihyo into a rough kiss. It’s nothing but tongue and teeth, Nayeon yielding to Jihyo’s lips closing around hers, teeth nipping at the skin of her lips, tongue painting the inside of her mouth. Nayeon moans into her as she pounds Jihyo into the floor.

She’s fucking her the hardest she’s been— her chest heaving and panting heavy while her grueling, concentrated strokes leave Jihyo without a syllable. The only sounds leaving her mouth were loud, broken moans, encouragement for Nayeon not to stop. She doesn’t even have to ask Nayeon to make her come—her hand slips into the limited space between them, thumb wading through sweat and slick to find her clit, pressing down firmly. Before she could even make slippery, disjointed circles, Jihyo’s arching off the floor and seizing mid air, then crashes back down in a fit of hard, spasming tremors.

Nayeon’s thumb is still moving, but her hips have since slowed. It was hard for her to keep thrusting in with Jihyo squeezing her so tightly. Nayeon tucks her head into Jihyo’s neck, her pitiful whine grazing the skin there. It makes Jihyo squeeze tighter, and that’s when she feels Nayeon coming inside. Nayeon’s hips involuntarily push into Jihyo on every convulsion, she moans shamelessly into her neck. Jihyo is dizzy—so dizzy from how sensitive she is and how good it feels having Nayeon spill inside her carelessly, even if that’s what she asked for—that it doesn’t register that this was the dumbest thing she could do until after they’re both spent and panting heavily and the post-coital bliss starts to wear off.

Not that Nayeon seems to care. Of course she doesn’t. “Damn,” she chuckles hazily. “I should use you to steal agency secrets more often—ow!” Jihyo hits her upside the head. If they’re going to keep this up, she’d better get used to it.

“I hate you so fucking much.”

“I know.” Nayeon says, tone returning to that original callousness. She attempts to extract herself from the bundle of limbs, but Jihyo still holds her.

“The least you could do is stay for a little. You owe me that much.”

Nayeon grunts in annoyance, but Jihyo doesn’t miss how her hand rubs up and down her thigh.

“Fine.”

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