#park jihyo imagine

[ghostykapi]

do you miss my name (said it between your breaths)

park jihyo & fem!reader

hi can i get an order of sapphics being sapphics and an extra shot of panic?

it’s a saturday today

while any other saturday is just as good to you, this is a very special saturday

all because today you are going to indulge yourself and go to a sapphic event

you were nervous, the bones were rattling, the teeth chattering, your breathing coming in short breaths, and your right leg bouncing up and down.

it was saturday, and you are going to faint at the bare thought of potentially seeing a goddess tonight.

just a week ago you were excited, remembering the happy gasp you had made when you saw the event promotion through instagram. you had barely gotten the last slot, which meant to you it was a sign to finally to venture out more

when the days before started to come by, it starts to hit you bit by bit, well until today. you sitting down on your bed, overthinking what to even wear

it doesn’t help that your style is typically like a college student, baggy sweatpants and a hoddie as your style from day to day when clocking off work. your friends barely threw any parties or celebrations too, so the most presentable outfit was a pair of slacks, a button up white long sleeve, paired with your leather shoes.

oh you are so doomed

but today is saturday, and sana is always looking for people to makeover on saturdays for fun

“hm” sana opens her closet, ruffling through the selection of dresses she wears “what do you feel about dresses?”

“not a fan but also not against it?” you are now sitting on sana’s bed, only now your leg won’t stay still out of habit “i mean it would be nice if it was long and flowy”

sana is still ruffling, and is now opening her drawers nearby to look at for more options

“was there a theme?”

“no not really, they just said like it was like a get together and you can talk and wine and paint?”

“paint? oooohh aren’t you a lover girl—oh what do you feel about dresses that show your back—ah no wait, it’s painting and wine, not really the right dress”

“yeah i mean it’s happening at that that thai restaurant downtown. the one that’s selling like those really good milkteas that i only knew now”

“psh you are such a loser, i love you but those milkteas have been there since like 5 months ago when i took tzuyu on a date”

“don’t you mean when my sister got stood up and you sped your way there?”

“shut up” sana shushes you, simply throwing you her floral dress, your eyes questioning the the fact that it’s a backless dress. a pretty floral dress that can kill

you look back up at her, already knowing she won’t take no for an answer despite what she said earlier

so yeah it’s saturday, sana is dressing you up. making sure you look the prettiest in that event. her gushing and tzu’s voice over the facetime reassuring a bit of your worries

jihyo on the other hand, totally isn’t stressing out. her outfit planned, ironed out on her bed. her new boots, which momo took courtesy of wearing it out with nothing but hands and stairs, already ready by the door.

“aren’t you excited for tonight” momo says over breakfast, observing jihyo across the table “more excited you’ve ever been since your last gig”

“i know i’m kind of shaking” jihyo laughs, and if momo notices the shakiness of it, she doesn’t comment or acknowledge it “it’s been a while”

momo doesn’t really continue the topic, knowing how long since jihyo has indulged in this kind of stuff. 5 years of focusing on the band and work made jihyo uninterested in any kind of romantic relationship or even simple dates.

“mhm and sana says she wants to do a girls night, so i won’t be home, probably going to crash at nayeon’s place if she gets too drunk” momo tells her, already giving away the apartment for the night “if jeongyeon will even let them drink”

jihyo barely thinks that someone might come home with her tonight, she doesn’t want to bring someone home in the first place. so she only replies with a muffled ‘okay’ before munching down the rest of her breakfast

so simple saturday for jihyo, a little excited, a little worried, but honestly it’s wine and paint and yummy food. she isn’t too worried or anxious

so someone explain to her why when it hits five p.m., when she’s in front of the restaurant, the organizers are happily ushering her in, her breath gets stuck in her throat as she notices how much other sapphics are there already

she’s looking around, taking notes at every person she sees, even the ones who stare at her for too long that she’s sporting a blush on the tip of her ears

it’s early, jihyo knows that, but when you walk in before it hits six p.m., she feels like she’s being sucker punched over the table she’s sitting at

you’re barely any better, but god sana was having so much fun with your makeup that it leaves most of the attendees double taking on you. the backless floral dress is a bold choice, but having half of the venue gawking at how you look makes you feel shy

nervous, excited, anxious. those were what both of you were feeling and yet—

when you see her, your throat goes dry at how she looks. sporting in a simple fit tank top, a leather jacket, dark baggy jeans and killer boots, you contemplate if you want her or to be her

when she sees you, she thinks she’s been blessed by sappho herself. the dress is stunning yes, but the way you smile, the way your eyes keep her from looking away, your glow under the warm lights

this isn’t love at first sight

this is finally finding someone who you might be your soulmate

the organizers wisk you away though, towards the registration booth and jihyo has to blink the stars out of her eyes before nursing her wine again. her nerves finally showing her what it means to get curious, excited and anxious all at the same time

she keeps her eyes on you, the way you smile and chat with the registration team. the way your hair drapes over your shoulders, the way your laugh sounds like an angel’s call, the way your back flexes those subtle muscles that makes everyone know that you work out

she doesn’t look away even when you take your stub and claim your free wine, giggling at that tall organizer that’s too close to you. that pesky ugly (she isn’t jihyo is just jealous) one that is trying to charm you away

so jihyo does what future you thinks is adorable and future her thinks is so stupid

“i think you don’t need to tell this pretty lady the same pick up line you use and fail for every person you met tonight”

you turn around and face jihyo, who’s eyes are glaring at the organizer, who’s stuttering a response. her hands barely ghosting over your waist, claiming you away from them.

not that you mind anyway her hands stayed there the entire night

she barely lets the organizer have a coherent reply, as she leads you towards her table, her heart racing as you laugh at the organizer’s defeated face. her brain itching to get more of that kick, more of your happiness out loud

“the pick up line isn’t that bad” you tell jihyo, your voice having the power to make jihyo fall on her knees

“no you don’t understand it’s been, what 30 minutes of her trying the same pickup line? on over 29 other women? i need her to stop and you don’t deserve that” jihyo lets you sit down, your breath hitching at how much you catch yourself enjoying much of jihyo’s undivided attention to you

“yeah? well” you try to look at her eyes properly, you really do. it’s just when she tilts her head and lets some strands of hair cover her eyes, you fond yourself looking away, knowing that she now resembles a look of a puppy “thank you for saving me then”

“anything for a pretty girl” what is jihyo even saying? momo would point and laugh at her right now if she were here, but she isn’t. it’s you who’s here and it’s you who blushes and ducks her head

so you both finally talk, despite the fact that you both are a mess, on this beautiful saturday evening. the organizers give out painting materials and the items you both want to paint. her’s being an ash tray despite being a non-smoker and yours being a a small woman’s bust, just to add decor in your home.

conversation flows, sharing hobbies, favorite food, travel spots, respective jobs, recommended music genres, best recipes for drinks, niche interests.

even then jihyo notices when the paint gets on your arm, her hands moving before she can think

“here let me” she basically focused on only you, barely on the ash tray she chose to paint. her hands already gently wiping the paint on your arm and her body inching closer towards yours

it’s only then you realize that she’s so close to your face when she looks up, your breaths tangling in the air, your lips only a few inches apart

“mhm” so close she is so close, but much to your disappointment, one of the organizers comes by to check on your progress, effectively making jihyo pull away a respectable arm’s reach before reassuring that everything is going well bb

damn were you expecting a kiss?

you don’t know how to even explain it

still you find that her company is nice, her jokes are good and makes you laugh, that she’s attentive and helps you remember to paint carefully, her smile now finally engraved in your head.

so when the paint dries, you get some food, you can’t deny that you’re into her. the way she smiles at every delighted sound as you eat, the way she becomes ‘angry’ with every bite, the way she wipes away any food or sauce near your lips with her thumb, her eyes lingering a bit too long for you to deny it.

so dinner is also good, amazing even, because wow you just learned that the world is small, and your roommate is apparently childhood friends with her roommate. so the only thing keeping you both from meeting each other any time sooner is because she’s so busy

jihyo also find this whole experience amazing, because she’s managed to keep you giggly this entire time, she’s now a person closer to seeing you again and again, she can take you out for coffee every weekend when she has to drag momo to sana for their weekly hangouts.

oh and yeah the food gets paid by jihyo. even if you protest it goes in vain, and she teases you to simply return the favor next time.

“next time?” you playfully scoff, walking towards the exit with jihyo, your arms linked together, eyes once more on you in either with happiness or in envy “what makes you think of a next time”

she opens the door for you, and leads you out of the prying eyes of others, but it doesn’t matter. not when you both only have it on each other

“i just know sweet girl” jihyo is cocky, but she’ll make you love this side of her more and more you see her “i just know”

KA-BOOM

the sound of thunder redirects both of you to look up at the sky, the rain pouring down on the city. both of you completely forgetting to check the weather app before leaving

“i forgot my umbrella” you look up at the sky, the lightning flashes dancing around, indicating that rain is all night. maybe even until the morning

jihyo also looks up, the first drops of rain splattering down at the side walk in front of them. it doesn’t get any of you wet, but she looks at you, and notices your eyes dimming at the thought of rain and no umbrella

“i can drive you home” jihyo says without a thought

“oh you’re so sweet but i really don’t want to bother you. it’s late and i don’t want to overstep anything”

“nonsense” she’s already wrapping her jacket around you, you’re breath hitching at how looking up at her is changing your brain “i have to make sure this gorgeous girl gets home safe”

she runs off to her car across the street before you can even reply, gawking at how bold she is and how much you are enjoying it. one hand holding both of your bags with your art works inside, and the other holding the leather jacket to keep you warm.

you barely have to wait a minute on the entrance of the restaurant, when jihyo returns, the large clear umbrella enough to keep you dry. she helps you stand up, zip up the jacket and pats down your dress.

she’s already grabbing your things before you can argue, shushing you up and leading both of you towards her car, which she drives you home with all the songs you tell her sounds nice, and her hand holding yours over the gear stick.

“i had fun tonight” you guys arrive at your apartment building, your fantasy coming to an end “especially with you”

jihyo doesn’t want this dream to stop

so she does what her heart tells her to.

in the future, she tends to flush red at the remembrance that she leaned too far and has to tilt her head up, just to kiss you. her hands resting gently on your waist and your arms on top of her shoulders, leaving you both star struck

“is that ok?” jihyo is nervous when she pulls away and looks at you, eyes closed and lips parted, tempting her to go for another kiss

“mhm” she melts when you open your eyes and give her a smile, the one that punches her in the gut “can i get another one? preferably right now and another one on my couch”

[lustfultwicesnaps]

Mommy Jihyo, I miss you so much. Come home please? 🥺 I want to suck your juicy tits while you pound my pussy with the big pink strap on 💕

Genre: Smut, Question, Established relationshi, and Over the phone conversation

Pairing: Dom Park Jihyo and Sub Female Reader

“Well you have to be a good girl and wait 2 more hours until Daddy gets home, you know I can’t keep leaving work early just to come home and have sex with you….I have a few more minutes before my break is over, why don’t you do Daddy a big favor, and find her pretty pink dildo in the dresser drawer. Use it for Daddy for a bit, it’ll make me really excited to come home to you.”

-Park Jihyo

[smutallyouwant]

One-shot World Chp. 8

" Baby " Sitting

Word Count: 3.4k

M reader x Jihyo M reader x Chaeyoung

[ Cum dump baby sitter Chaeyoung ]

" Mmrhh , take it easy honey" Jihyo groaned while you're on top of her.

It's been 3 months since she gave birth to your son, Mico. The doctor said that her stitches are now fully healed that's why you cannot help but fuck your hot wife early in the morning.

" Honey, it's been so long I've been holding back since " you muttered.

" Ughhh, mhhh, honey it feels so good, I nearly forgot how big you are "

" Then take it fully today, honey "

You pushed your shaft into her womb making her bite her lips and grab your nape. Her breasts are big and it just got bigger due to lactation, her boobs are begging to be freed from her shirt. You unbuttoned her shirt and her lovely plump chest appeared in front of you. You quickly suckled on them as soon as they popped up but still making sure that your pace of fucking your wife never change as this is the key for her to reach her climax.

" Honey, don't suck on them, you can just lick them gently. The milkies are for Mico " Jihyo asserted.

You stopped sucking her titties to make sure that all of her milk nutrients will go to your son. Instead, you kissed her passionately as you made love.

" I love you honey "

" I love you too honey "

You're longing for this sight for too long— your beautiful wife under your body, paired with her seductive gaze as she takes all of your length feeling every ounce of pleasure from making love with you.

" Keep going honey, I'm almost there " Jihyo mumbled.

" Yes honey, go cum for me " You replied.

You fasten the pace slightly making her lean on her back and her spine arced.

" You're cumming honey? I'm cumming too " you asked.

" Yess, yessss! Keep going! "

" UAAAGHHHH! " Jihyo squealed.

Jihyo catches her breath as both of your body twitches, you took more strong thrusts as your cum keeps on spurting inside her.

You leaned on her chest for a while before the two of you hugged each other on the bed.

" You came so much inside me, are you in a hurry to have another child? "

Your wife teased you while she fingers her inside showing you the mess that you made.

" No it's just that it feels so good doing it with you "

" How was your art commission for that company you mentioned last night? "

" It's doing pretty good, I'll be working on the deadline this week so I'm pretty sure I'm going to be busy "

You noticed that Jihyo keeps on fingering her insides and plays with your cum.

" Do you wanna go for another round? "

" Okay honey, let's be quick "

You quickly fucked your wife from behind but got interrupted by your baby sitter's knock on the door.

" Madam, sir, the breakfast is ready "

" Let me finish first honey " you whispered to your wife.

" Yes! We're coming ! " Jihyo shouted.

" Let's stop for now, Mico is waiting for his morning milk " Jihyo exclaimed.

You're frustrated but you can't protest as your wife is just being a good mom for your child. You helped her fix herself and both of you quickly went to the dining table.

" Ohh you're such my good boy aren't you, Mico " Jihyo said as she held your son.

" Look at him sleeping so peacefully, our babysitter is the best when it comes to calming him up " you said as you stared at your babysitter.

Chaeyoung has been your babysitter for 2 months as Jihyo had to go to work after her month leave on her work. You're a work from home artist and frankly you don't even know how to take care of a baby, that's why both of you opted to hire a babysitter / maid. She's responsible for making Mico sleep and taking care of him while Jihyo is gone, cooking, and washing dishes in the morning. You're the one that cooks for dinner and for washing the dishes.

" Hey, Chaeyoung you can eat with us. I'm going straight to work after taking a bath " Jihyo said while breastfeeding Mico.

" No it's okay ma'am I can eat after you finish"

" No, no, hurry and sit so you can wash the dishes right after and you can take care of Mico " Jihyo insisted.

Chaeyoung sat down at the table and ate with you. After eating Chaeyoung quickly washed the dishes and Jihyo took her bath. You went inside your bedroom and Mico is sleeping quietly on his crib when you check him.

" Honey, here's Chaeyoung' s pay for the month. Please give it to her because I'm running late " Jihyo said.

" Take care of Mico for me okay, Chae " Jihyo said as she headed out.

" Bye honey, I'm going now " Jihyo said before the two of you kissed.

Right after you closed the door you went to your wash room and pulled Chaeyoung in.

No words were said, Chae just glared at you intently. She casually bent over the washing machine as you took off her shorts and underwear.

" Mhhhhh, Hhushhh "

Chae gently moaned and both of your breaths became heavy as you pushed your already hard cock into her.

" You're already rock hard sir " Chae said with a lustful smile.

" Yeah here's what you get for interrupting our second round. And frankly your half naked body is just too hot to see in the morning "

" Ughhhh, ughh, mhhhhh ~~ shitttt "

Chae can't help but moan as your pelvis clapped her ass at a moderate pace. You sniffed her bare shoulders, you can smell a mix of butter and garlic from her shirt probably from the fried rice that she cooked but her sweet strawberry scent engulfed your nose into ecstasy.

You reached for her perky tits to fondle them from outside her tshirt and your other arm grabbed her from the neck so you can pull her for a kiss.

" Mhhh~~~ slurps* ~~ughhh sir~~ "

" Sir~~ you really made me your cum dump"

" Yeah, I'm grateful that you're best in doing your babysitting job. But also you're the best at fulfilling my sexual desires for the past few months "

" But you can now have sex with madam Jihyo " Chaeyoung muttered with a grin.

" Why, are you sad ? This may be our last "

As you say those words, it made you think of how you ended up like this with Chaeyoung.

Approximately 2 and a half months ago...

9:30 night time.

" Arrgh, honey we can't do it. My stitches still hurt "

" I know honey, but can you at least give me a blowjob? " you insisted.

" I'm tired honey, I've been taking care of Mico all day long please let's just rest "

" I understand, let's hire a babysitter starting tomorrow so you won't be this tired everyday it's my fault that I don't even know how to take care of our infant son "

" Oww, it's alright honey come here " Jihyo said as she pulled you for a hug.

" But are you sure about that? Full time baby sitters are expensive to have these days " she added.

" It's okay honey, I'll take care of that. I have an upcoming commission for a big company and they're going to pay me handsomely "

" Okay honey, let's look for a babysitter tomorrow, thank you for understanding me " Jihyo said before you two fell asleep.

Your baby sitter arrived after 2 days and her name is Chaeyoung.

Jihyo starts to go to work and you observe Chaeyoung every time she takes care of your son intending to learn from her as you do with Jihyo. But you're finding it difficult because her petite body paired with her strawberry sweet scent makes you think of inappropriate thoughts.

She likes wearing tank tops and loose sleeveless shirts every morning and you can swiftly take a glimpse of her side boobs every time. When time allows it, you take it to stare in her exposed cleavage every time you stand up after eating.

Every time you have small talks with her, it is an opportunity to check out her incredible body. This becomes your habit every time Jihyo goes to work and before you go to your office to continue your work.

1 week after hiring Chaeyoung...

10:30 night time

You walked out of your room to go to your toilet but you were stopped by Chaeyoung wearing her usual black tank top and shorts.

" Sir, where are you going? "

" Oh it's just you Chaeyoung , please don't surprise me like that " you said as you hold on your chest.

" I'm just going to the toilet, how about you? Why are you still awake? "

" I just drank water, I observed that you're always going in the toilet this hour "

" Ahh, yeah " you said with an awkward smile.

You're embarrassed because you can't just say that you're jerking off inside the toilet every time.

" Releasing tensions every time sir? "

" Ahh, yeah hehe my stomach hurts every evening and I don't know why hehe "

You played it cool, you touched your tummy for extra acting points.

" No sir, I'm talking about that " Chaeyoung said as she points at your bulge.

You quickly turned around and made an excuse.

" Oh this is nothing, it's natural I'm heading in now "

" Maybe I can help? " Chaeyoung exclaimed.

" What do you mean ? "

" You're always checking me out sir, do you think I won't notice you glaring at my body every time? "

" Oh no, Chaeyoung that was... "

" You're a perv right? Or should I say you have a high sex drive, but madam can't have sex right now so you just jerk your dick off every night "

" So what? This has nothing to do with you Chaeyoung " you've started to get pissed.

" I'll suck your dick, will that help sir? "

" For one condition, can you please increase 1/4 of my pay? " she added.

" What? Are you serious? "

" Yes sir, I won't tell madam please just increase my pay for 1/4 of it "

" You repeated it, you need it so bad? Alright I'll help you, and you help me, sounds like a fair deal "

You led her inside the wash room, because Chaeyoung can't hide anywhere if ever Jihyo looked for you in the toilet. You leaned on the washing machine and Chaeyoung kneelt in front of you.

" I'm not an easy bottle to squeeze Chae, so you better be good at this " you teased her.

As she removed your bottom, your thick cock slapped her face. It made her face look ecstatic as she licked your base from the bottom.

" Such a thick and long cock sir, and it's not even hard"

" Suck it good, Chae "

" You can freely peek at my boobs, sir, you can even touch them if you want "

Chae said as she swallowed the tip of your length.

Chaeyoung skillfully sucked your dick until it turned harder and harder inside her mouth. Eventually she started to gag and drool flowed out of your cock.

" Fuck, you're so good at this aren't you Chaeyoung"

Her eyes glared at you as she swallowed your whole length into her throat. It shows no sign of quitting and it was so good that you can't even feel a single scrape from her teeth.

Your cock began to throb inside her mouth. One thing that she does that made it feel so good was she applies subtle but precise pressure every time she pulls her face to suck your shaft.

" Yes keep going like that, Chaeyoung "

You can resist the urge to peek at her cleavage, you removed one of her shirt straps so you can fondle her plump boobs while she suckles your dick good.

She licks your head from time to time to rest her jaw but is quickly putting it again inside her mouth. Chaeyoung looked at you with a seductive gaze.

" Yes keep looking at me like that, from now on you're my baby girl okay? "

Chae nods as she remains eye-locked at you for the rest of her work.

" Keep it like that, I'm cumming"

Chae continued the pace. You plunged your dick deep in her throat as you dump your cum in her mouth. Tears flowed from her eyes and cum drips from her lips onto the floor.

Chae headed to the sink to spit your mess and you cleaned yourself in the toilet. Chae headed back to her room and you came back to your wife straight away.

This went on for two weeks, Chaeyoung has been giving you head every night. Until one night you did it in her room and both of you can't hold back from the temptation of lust. A man and a woman inside one room, the two of you ended up fucking each other that night. You came twice that night, one on her boobs after fucking her missionary and one in her throat after she ride your dick.

From then on, the two of you looks forward to it everyday to fuck each other. Whenever you want to relax of take a break from work, you just checks on Chae if Mico is asleep, you makes her suck on you or you just fucked her in your office. Chae basically became you fuck meat, a cum dump that you can fuck whenever your wife is not around or already taking a rest. You're giving her a 25% increase in salary but she enjoys having a sexual affair with you that she never asked for another increase when you started fucking each other.

Back to current time...

" I'm cumming now, baby Chaeyoung"

" Yess sir daddy, give it to me all aargh~~~ give me you cum sir "

" Fill your fuck meat with your semen sir daddy, use my pussy as your sex toy "

" Yess babyy, take it all! "

You plunged your dick deep in her pussy as cum spurts out that made Chaeyoung scream in pleasure.

" ~~~~uyggggghhhh! "

You thrusted a few more to release every drop of your cum deep in Chaeyoung. Chae' s face became blank as she took it.

" Look daddy, I'm dripping wet with your cum " she said as cum drips out of her pussy.

" Clean up now baby, I'll head to my work now. Please take care of Mico " you said before giving her a kiss on the cheeks.

The day went on, you called Chae earlier to suck you off while you brainstormed ideas for your work. The night came and your wife Jihyo arrived from work. Mico is already sleeping. It's already 10 pm late but you wait for her every time so you can have dinner with her.

You went to bed after Jihyo took her shower.

Jihyo sighed as she lays on the bed.

" Huuuush! Finally I can rest, how is Mico today honey? "

" He's still a good boy today, Chae always does a good job " you said before laying one hand on your wife's boobs.

You kissed her and the two of you made out for a minute. But was interrupted.

" Sorry honey I'm so tired, we can just do it tomorrow after we wake up "

" But I'm already hard honey, I missed you " you said.

" You can just use Chae again, honey " she said with a smile.

You're surprised by what she said.

" What are you saying ? "

" I know you're fucking with our babysitter honey, you're going out every night and I can hear her cries and moans from her room one time I went to drink water "

" I'm sorry honey "

You can't look into your wife's eyes as she talk.

" It's alright honey I understand, you're always full of libido even before we were married, so I understand that you can't help but to have our babysitter as you fuck buddy " she said as she palmed both your cheeks.

"Plus Chaeyoung is a fine young lady, I can lend you to her as long as it's just sex and for pleasure only "

" I'm still sorry Honey, I love you so much, and thank you for understanding"

She hugged you as she whispered.

" I'll be sleeping okay? Fuck her besides me tonight "

Your wife gave you an approval and horny look as she said this. She rolled on the other side of the bed and you checked on Chaeyoung from her room, you pulled her into your room.

" What are we doing here sir? Madam might wake up "

" No she's a heavy sleeper "

You closed the door and began making out with Chae besides the door.

" Are you sure this is alright sir daddy? " Chae asked as she cupped you bulge from your boxer shorts.

" We can even fuck beside her and she won't wake up "

You sat on the bed and made Chaeyoung deep throat your shaft.

" gawlk, galwk galkw"

Chae remained her stare at you as she took your length into her throat.

" Suck it like a slut you are, baby "

Chae gave you a lustful look before you pulled her and positioned her on the bed exposing her ass in front of you.

" Aaaagghh!~~~ "

Chaeyoung screeched in pleasure as you fucked her instantly after pulling her hair.

" mmhhhh~~~ mhhhhh~~ mhhh~~ "

Chae' s moaned was muffled by her hand but you removed it.

" It's alright, baby , you can moan as much as you like "

" ~~ ughhhh, okay sir daddy, fuck me, use me infront of you wife "

Sounds of flesh banging and Chaeyoung' s pleasure cries filled up the room.

" My wife is so sexy isn't she?"

" Yes daddy, your wife has a perfect body shape, and have great boobs, she's a perfect fuck meat for you "

" ~~~UGHHH! " Chae screeched in pleasure as you slapped her ass hard.

" Don't insult my wife, you're the only one that is a fuck meat here okay?",

" I'm sorry daddy sir, your wife is so beautiful it makes me envious "

" Daddy please slap your baby's ass more, it makes me feel good as you pound hard from behind "

Chaeyoung drooled like a dog as you abided by her request.

" I'm cumming, baby "

" Yessss daddy! Fill me up with your thick cum, fill your cum dump again"

You ended up cumming inside her again, and you made her come back to her room quickly as you pounced on your wife right after you closed the door.

" You have been listening aren't you honey? Does your husband fucking another girl made you so horny? "

Jihyo nodded, this is the second time that you saw your wife's face as horny as hell. The first time is when you two first made out and had sex.

You hurriedly took of your wife's clothes and fuck her missionary so you can see her beautiful and horny face.

" Does it feel good honey? Fucking Chaeyoung beside me? "

" Yess honey, I get to look at two beautiful hourglass bodies at the same time "

" Do you want to do her better ? "

" Chae' s exceptional, but you're just the best honey, your pussy is my favorite " you said as both of you indulged in sloppy deep kiss.

" But she definitely gives off more in giving head " you teased her.

" Oh, maybe I can learn from her " she teased back.

" Do you want to have a threesome with her honey? " She added.

Just the thought of it was enough for you to reach your climax. You nodded and you fastened up your pace.

" I'm cumming honey "

" Yesss honey, cum inside me "

You hugged your wife tightly as you cum inside her. The two of you laid on the bed and fell asleep naked.

The night went through and morning came.

The day went as usual, and Jihyo was preparing to go to work.

" Don't drain it all to her okay? " she said before pinching your bulge from your shorts.

Your wife teased you before kissing goodbye and going off to work.

END

[briankang]

🩷😙😚😘💜😲🫢🤭💙

[anonymousicecream]

Too Much!!!! (Jihyo x M Reader)

Day 21: Overstimulation

"There are lots of people here." Your 'partner' warned you, before you shrugged it off by resting your hands on her stomach. "Y/n...." "Just relax." With that, you moved your left hand under her jeans as you start rubbing her clit slowly. You match your pace on her stomach with your right hands, letting her enjoy your touch. "You're cold." Jihyo told you as she starts vibing to the dance.

This was soon replaced with intense contact as she starts grinding on your cock, while you upped you pace on her, matching the beat of the music. After a few more seconds, you felt that enough was enough, before plunging two fingers into her pussy. "Mmmhhhhh!!!" Jihyo threw her head back onto your shoulders, enjoying your cold fingers in her pussy. You took this time to finger her, enjoying her slickness and juices leaking out onto your fingers and her pants. At the same time, you also used your right hand to grab her tits, fondling with them through her top, squeezing them occasionally.

Soon after, you slowed down your pace, making her whine. "Argh please, faster please, I'm close." Jihyo begged. You teased her by stopping your thrusts, before she relented and sighed, seemingly lifting herself off your fingers. However, you suddenly curled your fingers deep inside her, making her cum suddenly. "FUCK!" Jihyo sighs as she squirts hard onto your fingers. Her orgasm is intensified by your hands rubbing her tits and your thumb rubbing her clit. After a few more squirts, you felt her lose balance, successfully maintaining her to stand up before you curl your fingers deep inside her even more, triggering a second, but weaker orgasm.

"S-Slow down, slow down!" Jihyo orders after she came down from her orgasm. "Take me somewhere now, PLEASE. I need you inside me."

You grab her hands before guiding her to your office at the top floor of the club. "Close the door." You walked over to sit on your chair. When you sat down, you were greeted by this sight, kneeling in front of you.

"Let me, daddy." Jihyo then undoes your trousers, lowering them and your boxers, exposing your hard cock, slapping onto her face. She chuckles before she puts it in her mouth, immediately hollowing her mouth before she starts sucking your cock. She immediately set a fast pace, bobbing her head fast, while also cupping your balls occasionally. To make sure you didn't stay idle, you reached onto your drawer, exposing various different forms of vibrators, all of which she has used throughout your sexual adventures with her.

You grabbed a bullet vibrator, before turning it on, setting it to the highest pace. Jihyo momentarily stopped sucking you off, giving you a 'don't you dare' look, before she continues. As she starts enjoying herself with your cock in her mouth, you interrupt her by putting the vibrator on her tits, earning a moan from her. This helped her suck you off faster.

What came as a surprise however, was when she stopped sucking you. She immediately got up and onto you, before she plunges three fingers inside her pussy. She also grabbed the vibrator and put it on her clit. You watched in amazement as you grabbed your cock, stroking it to match her pace, watching as she came undone, squirting for the second time in 20 minutes as she squirts HARD onto your cock. The sudden squirt onto your cock, followed by her loud moans and expressive facial gestures, invited your orgasm as you also came, spurting your load all over her pants, with some even reaching her pussy and bellybutton. You continued stroking your cock as you came, matching hers as the two of you took a few spurts before you came together at the same time, letting each of your spurts meet each other.

"F-Fuck, that feels good." Jihyo moans, exhaling heavily as she finishes her orgasm. "I know, but that's not enough." You said as you wrapped her legs around your hips, lifting her up and carrying her to the sofa. You gently put her down and got on her, removing her pants before you align yourself with her pussy. To your surprise, it was her legs wrapping around your thighs that pulled your cock into her, pushing your cock inside her pussy. With that, you didn't waste much time before you start thrusting in and out of her, slowly but deep and hard. You started off by putting your hands at each side of her head, while hers rest on your torso, caressing them as your thrusts got harder.

After she got used to your size, you didn't hesitate to change into a faster thrust, letting it be more shallow but still fast enough, allowing her to feel the full extent of your hardness. Her sudden actions to wrap her hands around your neck and pulling you into a kiss brought you a notch of romance, as this is the first time the two of you have kissed each other (at least willingly). This in turn, moved your hands onto her tits, grasping and caressing them gently, matching your thrusts.

As you continue, you start to feel the shift in her pussy, getting warmer, and wetter, as well as becoming tighter. Her moans also show signs, making her out of breath even faster now, while also lifting herself up, allowing your thrusts to meet, letting you get deeper inside her.

This moment peaked when you brushed her g-spot, thrusting repeatedly a few times into it, before hitting it one last time as she scratched your back before screaming, while her juices squirted out all over your cock and even past your cock, bringing in her third orgasm of the night. You continued your thrusts into her as her body starts shaking, before it suddenly shake very aggressively, bringing in another wave of orgasm as she squirts again all over your cock and body.

"Get up." You pulled out and told Jihyo, who is now out of breathe, and still shaking. Seeing her giving no response, you grab her and get her up, pulling her all the way onto your desk, before bending her over.

You grabbed her hips before spanking her ass. "Ah fuck, that feels good." You reached for her pussy, before noticing her juices leaking again. "Fuck, again?" "Just, be careful." You know to not pay attention to her words as you slide yourself easily into her. You rest yourself deep inside her, before thrusting fast and shallow into her. Your thrusts, which was done by letting a quarter of your cock out of her pussy, carved her insides, resulting in an incredibly loud moan produced by her.

You know better than to not do things to her as you pushed her body onto the desk, holding her body against the desk as you fuck her even faster, trying to chase your own orgasm. Your conquest however, also benefits her as her pussy starts pulsing again. The sudden warmth and tightness, as well as how much you've fucked her, brought in your orgasm as you bust your load, spurting load after load after load into her womb. It took her two spurts before she came to her orgasm again, squirting her load all over your cock. After you finished cumming, you thrust into her again a few times, pushing your load deep into her, before pulling out of her.

[cry4mina]

Ugh JIHYOOOOOOO

Hi! Could you write something about Jihyo and Reader being friends with benefits? Ty!!!

you sigh out in frustration, your with slick drenched fingers lay next to you on the bed.

it's not like you're not able to pleasure yourself, it's just that it doesn't feel right. it doesn't feel like you need it to feel.

you look at the time on your phone, “11pm”, not too late, right?

it doesn't take you long to get dressed, your phone rings once, then twice, then - jihyo answers.

“what's up?” she asks.

“can i come over?” you ask - she doesn't ask why and replies with a short “yes”.

you hang up and get in your car, her apartment not being far away from yours.

when you knock, she immediately opens the door for you and invites you into the living room.

you sit down on her couch, watching her as she walks to the little side table next to her tv and prepares you a drink.

you wouldn't say that you have a crush on jihyo, or that you're in love -

but you think that she could be the perfect solution to your little problem.

she smiles at you when she hands you the expensive glass with the expensive scotch, her favorite.

jihyo sits down across from you, leaning back, her arms spread wide over the whole couch, her biceps being even more visible. her legs are spread, it looks comfy, it definitely does -

but it also looks hot to your eyes.

“so?” she asks.

you ask yourself if she's doing it on purpose.

“why did you come here at almost 12, in the middle of the night?” her tone makes you think that she's teasing you.

you take a small sip from the glass in your hand, looking at her.

“i need your help”

“did you kill someone?” she replies, laughing at her own joke.

“you know i wouldn't”

“then what is it?”

“just spit it out y/n” she says after a moment of silence, confused at the way you're not replying to her.

“i can't cum” you blurt out.

jihyo’s mouth widens in surprise - she expected a lot of different answers, but none of them were quite like what you really said.

“you can't cum?” she emphasizes the last word in confusion.

“why ask me?”

“you always talk about all the sex you're having- and i don't know.. i just thought you know how to take care of me the best” you answer nervously, gulping down the rest of your drink.

it leaves a burning sensation in your throat.

jihyo just nods, but she can't help but smile a little.

“y/n can't make herself cum and she's so frustrated that she goes to me?"

“okay- no need to make fun of me-,” you start rambling.

“if you don't wanna do it then that's alright, but don't pull something like this” you reply, taking her response as a no so you stand up, on your way to the door.

but she stops you.

her hand grabs your wrist, you always knew she had a tight grip, she's a strong woman - but you never expected it to be this tight.

she pulls you down on her lap, forcing you to face her.

“you say i shouldn't make fun of you, but look at you… you're already so wet... you're drenched,” she teases.

you can feel your cheeks blush in embarrassment, hiding your face behind your hands.

“why shouldn't i fuck you when you're this desperate for me?”

she moves your hands out of your face, “you're so pretty, did i ever tell you that?” she comments, smirking at the way you get even more shy.

she doesn't wait long, nor does she tease you like she did earlier with her words, but instead she unbuttons your pants, pulling them down to your ankles.

“pretty” she says, playing with the waistband of your calvin klein underwear.

“you came into this planned, didn’t you?”

“maybe” you reply, breath hitching when she brushes over your clit.

she pushes you into the leather of the couch, getting on top of you before she leans closer and kisses you.

it's messy and needy, completely different from the atmosphere at the beginning.

a string of salvia connects you both, jihyo's eyes are full of hunger and lust.

like a predator that finally caught his prey.

her hands travel down your body, one plays with your tit while the other one pulls your underwear down - almost ripping it off in the process.

“oh fuck-” you moan out when jihyo pushes two fingers in, you throw your head back and breathe out.

her other hand pulls your t-shirt up, all the way to your neck so your boobs are on full display.

she looks at them like they’re a piece of art, beautifully shaped, made for her hands.

she leans closer to your neck, her hot breath tickling your sensitive skin as she continues pumping her fingers in and out of you.

“just like that-... keep going, please.” you moan, biting your lip as a whimper escapes your mouth.

“you sound so pretty for me baby” she coos, kissing down your neck and leaving hickeys all over it.

the living room is full of the sounds of your wet cunt, as well as your high pitched moans. it's almost pornographic - to jihyo - it's perfect.

your walls tighten around her fingers, it happens quickly, and it feels way better than when you're doing it on your own.

“please-.. im gonna cum jihyo fuck- please..” you beg, your hand gripping the couch, knuckles turning white. your toes curl and your whole body tenses up as jihyo fucks you through your orgasm.

your moans are loud and nasty - jihyo thinks she never heard anything as pretty as you.

she lets you calm down, her fingers slipping past your lips so you can suck them clean. you make sure to keep eye contact as you suck on them.

you breathe heavily when she slips them out of your mouth, she can't help but smile.

“don't think we're done already, i just let you cum without any edging”

[cry4mina]

Park Maintenance

(Jealous!Jihyo x reader)

Word Count: 6.8k Smut/A secret second thing/Smut Summary: Jihyo decides that she wants to leave you feral all day, it backfires. TW: THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING! Aggressive top jihyo, public sex, degrading, teasing, intentionally making someone jealous, there is theme park sex happening. Momo and Nayeon are present, more Momo than Nayeon. A/N: Happy 3 Months of Cry4Mina! I truly never thought it would be this much fun and I'm so grateful to all those who follow me and show support for me and my writing! <3 I guess the smut didn't really take me that long at all. Thank you to the human who wishes to remain anonymous for helping me name the fic and letting me rant about it. And also @myouicieloz for constantly keeping me sane while I write LMAOOOOO As always, DMs and Asks are open for feedback and requests! :)<3 love u mean it. drink water.

Strong arms wrap themselves around you, wiggling a little closer to your body with a few heavy restful breaths. Eyelashes graze across your neck, a few lazy kisses placed along your jaw and a soft “good morning, baby” lightly draws you out of your dreams. 

You stretch, shaking off some of the stiffness of drowsiness before turning to your side, nuzzling into Jihyo further, putting your head against her chest, arms mirroring hers in the way of draping around her. 

“Still sleepy, my love?” her digits gently slide up the back of your neck, twirling your hair softly while placing a few languid pecks down your cheeks.

“Mhmm..” followed by a small sigh into her skin as you relax into her.

“We’ve got big plans today, remember? We are going to the amusement park with Nayeon and Momo, but…” her fingers trail down your bare back, lips brushing across yours.

“I’d love to start the day with those cute sleepy moans you make.” Her hand grips you tightly, locking you in place against her. 

Jihyo’s other hand finds its way between your legs. Ghosting her middle finger up and down your slit, her touch gets just a little more pressure with every pass of your clit. Sluggishly trying to match her pace for a moment before she stops moving her fingers all together.  

Eyes still half lidded from slumber, you arch your back and press your chest into hers like it’s muscle memory. She giggles into your mouth, teasing you more with each feeble lunge of your hips. 

Jihyo smirks, rolling you onto your back and sweeps one of her legs over you to straddle one of your thighs, fixing herself so she can grind down on you without removing her lips from yours. 

 A small whine slips from your throat and she slides her tongue into your mouth, taking the opportunity as it presents itself. She slides her pussy across your thigh, inciting a primal reaction from you. 

What started slow and sweet, rapidly gets hot and heavy. Your hands are navigating around her body, desperately trying to get her to finish what she started. 

Whining tandemly, the song of want emerges from the two of you tangled in each other, she breaks the kiss. Noses caressing each other while she studies the desperation seeping through your skin. 

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” whispered into your mouth. The tone is seductive and irresistible. 

Feeling her slick drip down your thigh, Jihyo was in a mood today and you were happy to take full advantage of that.  

The question burns in her eyes and you give her the silent permission she asks for. Breath shuddering as she lowers her mouth to your chest, leaving a tightly woven line of opened mouth kisses with a few soft bites sprinkled in between. 

She makes her way down your stomach and to your hips, biting your hip bones before trailing her tongue down to your inner thigh. 

“I want you- shit, please” almost voiceless in anticipation of what patterns her tongue is going to draw.

“You already have me, darling. Just tell me how you want me.” Another push of encouragement, she just wanted to hear you say what your body was craving from her. 

Jihyo places her elbows down on the sheets between your legs, holding her chin with one of her hands and returning to tease your slit once again, lazily gliding her finger up and down, patiently waiting for you.

“Fuuuuck- Hyo, please! I need to feel your tongue on me!” rocking your hips forward to get closer to her. 

“You looks so pretty when you’re desperate like this but…” She’s stone-faced…that can only mean one thing. 

“I don’t think that was good enough, honey. Maybe you should try again?” her eyebrow raises, patiently waiting for a reply. It wasn’t exactly rare to see her so…dominant, but it always kind of sprung itself on you, not that you were complaining. 

“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee just fuck me, baby” wanting her was an understatement, you were absolutely spiraling down a cyclone of pure need. 

“Who?” gently slapping your clit one, two, three times and you jolt under every smack. 

“Sorry…-M-mommy fu- fuck, please!” whimpered between the splattering of your wetness

“Good girl.” a devious grin graces her face before she gets to work. 

Aggressively swiping her tongue up your pussy and gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks just like you liked. The slurping sounds she made on you only makes you want it more. 

Jihyo is holding you down by the hips, persistently licking your clit before she slides 2 fingers inside you, not giving you any time to adjust. 

Without any shame about the ache sitting in your cunt, you thrust your hips up into her mouth and back down onto her fingers. She slows her licks down, fingers digging deep into you, building and building the knot that was going to burst at any moment. 

“Mommy…right fucking there, Please don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”  The thread about to break, you are about to come undone beneath her when you both hear a vibration coming from the nightstand. Jihyo’s getting a call from Momo.

“Please keep going, I’m so close… feels so good unghh…Mommy, pleaseeeee!” still one hundred percent in this, not giving a single shit about that phone call. 

A light bulb goes off in her head, you can see the sparkle in her eye as she keeps her fingers moving. She starts to suck on your clit harshly, pushing you even closer to the edge. . 

“Oh fuck, right fucking there- I’m gonna cum!” 

Jihyo completely removes herself from you, stands up and walks over to her phone, dragging her wet fingers up your torso as you writhe on the bed, completely infuriated that she would just stop. 

“WHY would you do that?! Baby, I was about to c-” 

“Hey Momo! …Yes, we are almost ready. Y/n just has to shower and then we will be on our way to come get you both!”

If looks could kill, Jihyo would be dead. You stand up, legs shaking from the tension built up that is now trapped in you and running through your limbs like an endless circuit. 

Storming off to the bathroom, you fling the door open in frustration. The smack of the doorknob on the wall startles your girlfriend who is still on the phone. 

“I'll text you when we are on the way, okay?…alright, I’ll see you soon…okay, bye Momo!” you can hear the grin that’s plastered on her face when she hangs up the phone. Giggling to herself, She’s so proud of herself for ruining your orgasm, she can’t even contain it. 

Meanwhile, your palms on the counter, looking up at yourself in the mirror to see you completely disheveled, shaking, and dawning a thin sheen of sweat laid onto your skin. Agony wreaks havoc inside you, unable to focus on much but the feeling of emptiness between your legs. 

Jihyo walks into view, leaning her shoulder and head against the door frame with that cheeky smile on her face, arms crossed to push her tits up, teasing you just that much more. 

“Baby, don’t be upset” sauntering over with a pout. 

She hugs you from behind, pressing her chest into your back and kissing your shoulder before resting her chin on it. Fingertips tracing down your sides, and over your thigh, grazing your heat with the lightest of touches. 

Bending over the quartz surface, you back up into her. Not allowing an inch of space between the two of you, wiggling your ass on her. 

“Please…I can’t be like this all day, baby. Don’t you want to taste me again?” A whiney attempt at trying to bait her into letting you cum.

“I promise that I won’t let you fall asleep tonight without cumming for me, okay?” lips brushing down your spine paired with a few tender pecks, finger still toying with your clit, and the fire pooling low in your stomach sits painfully heavy. Panting in response to the sensations. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re like this” passionately murmured between the kisses and little love bites.  

“I love seeing how much you want me…” dipping her finger between your lips, gathering some of your essence on her fingers.

“Look how needy you are for me, baby” pressing her middle finger against her thumb before pulling them apart, revealing how drenched you were with a thick string of slick. 

Panting as you watch her and not breaking eye contact, she licks you off her fingers. Shuddering when she grabs your chin harshly, pressing her forehead against yours, and sliding her hand down your neck. Pecking your lips enough so you get a taste of yourself before winking at you and then stepping into the shower and turning it on. 

Frozen in pure lust, jaw on the floor, you just stand and take in the fact that you were going to have to go about your day like this AND she was intentionally making it worse…

“Oh, fuck you!” hissed out into the bathroom. 

A cackle echos off the tiles in the shower along with the water hitting the floor and draining. Peeking her head around the shower curtain to see you standing there half way dissociated, she smirks again thinking it’s just her leaving you orgasmless that’s making you this way. 

“You coming, darling? I made sure it was cold just to shock the horny out of you” ushering you into the shower, disregarding the state you were in. 

“Not until later, apparently!” frustration lingers in the space. You are already trying to create a plan on how you’d get revenge on her for this.  

—

The car ride was quiet, staying silent even when Jihyo would talk to you. Still pissed off and too wound up to even pretend like you weren’t second away from touching yourself in the passenger seat. Carelessly cross your legs and squeeze them together to get some kind of relief.

“No, baby!” Jihyo takes one of her hands off the wheel and swats your thighs to tell you to uncross them.

“None of that now, I want all of that for later, hm? Plus you haven’t said a word to me so why should I reward you?” The cocky smirk makes you want smack it off her face but your mind wanders to riding her mouth instead.  

Sure, this was a fun game to play, but edging the entire day after a ruined orgasm and cruel intentional teasing wasn’t something you wanted to do, at least today. 

“I hate you.” Arms crossed across your chest as you look out the passenger window daydreaming about satiating the painful ache inside of you.

“Honey, you know that's not true.” watching her in the reflection, scoffing at her as she starts pouting again. 

Unable to see her reach over, she grabs your hand, lacing her fingers with yours and kissing the top of your hand to try to soften you a little bit. You weren’t going to budge, tugging your hand out of hers, making sure she saw the annoyed look on your face before crossing your arms again. 

“You are so mad at me!” chuckling hard enough to startle you. 

“Baby, if you can be good for me today…” car stopping right in front of Nayeon and Momo’s shared apartment. 

Jihyo puts her car into park and turns to face you. It’s hard not to look into her big brown eyes, they were your weakness. She uses that to her advantage, another cute pout dawns her face. 

“Y/n…” whined out and she grabbed your hand again, resting her chin on your palm so you hold her face, an attempt to get you to break and crack a smile. It almost works.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want when we get home, okay baby? Just be a good girl for me today and I’ll-” 

Jihyo cut off by the sound of the back seat opening, Momo and Nayeon climb in and greet the two of you, prompting Jihyo to rotate and get ready to drive again. Nayeon offers a sweet happy “Hiiii!” and Momo seems to be dreading the day ahead. 

The ride to the park carries on as you’d expect, soft music plays through while the three of them chat about the park you were currently headed to and the rides they wanted to go on. Not really being a theme park person, you just sat and tried to plot how you were going to get revenge on Jihyo for this morning's antics. 

“What do you mean you don’t like rollercoasters?!” Jihyo’s voice carries loudly through the smaller space, pulling you out of the daydream you were having. 

“I just don’t like them…I only agreed because Nayeon said that she would take me to that new expensive restaurant tomorrow if I agreed to go today…” Momo groaned, definitely not happy to be in this situation. 

“Don’t worry, Momo” speaking up for the first time since they’ve gotten in the car. Jihyo was surprised when you chimed in, especially after being silent aside from the few words you have before they got into the car.

“I'll stay with you while these two run a muck, I’m not really in a roller coaster mood today, but let's do the other rides with them” 

“I thought this was something you wanted to do? I wanted to go on some roller coasters with you today.” side eyeing you from the driver seat, she seems a little pissed off when you realize the possibility here.

“I’ve already been on one today, thanks.” tension now apparent to the others present. 

“But you’ve got Nayeon to go on roller coasters with, baby! I can keep Momo company while you wait in the lines.” your grin is a little too wide for Jihyo’s liking and it very much seemed like you had an ulterior motive. 

Before you and Jihyo started dating, you mentioned to her one time about how you thought Momo was attractive and she never let you forget it. Always seemingly a little more defensive when you were around her. Jealous when Momo made you laugh or if you got too close to her. 

You didn’t really know each other too well but you knew that Jihyo would be watching you when you were close to her. That is exactly what you wanted. 

Momo and Nayeon can sense something is up but they can’t see the furrowing of her brows, and the way she is biting the inside of her cheeks to know for certain. She reaches over and grabs your hand, seemingly a little anxious that maybe she made you a little too mad this morning. Maybe she teased you a little too much.  

Squeezing her hand for a little for some reassurance, still not looking at her. You absolutely were still upset about that morning but it was all part of the game…the one she didn’t realize that she was still playing. Plan set in motion, you were going to get exactly what you wanted from her…and hopefully, sooner than anticipated. 

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Walking into the park, you take the path to the right and start riding the rides in order. The roller coasters were usually towards the back of the park, so most of the ones up front were a yes for everyone. The lines weren’t too long and you were enjoying the distraction from your hopeless desire for Jihyo, when they were present.

Jihyo was extremely affectionate with you when the opportunity presented itself. Maybe she did actually feel bad for how this morning went… Holding you from behind, barely letting go of your hand, and pressing her lips against your shoulders and cheeks anytime she had the opening to. 

She wouldn’t let you leave her side for more than 5 minutes before searching for you, the clinginess is cute…you are almost sorry for what you were about to do. 

“Wasn't this that rollercoaster you were talking about last night, baby? You and Nayeon should go on it!” pushing her to the line with Nayeon. 

“Yes! Let’s go!” Nayeon takes off, leaving Momo behind with you and Jihyo who is furrowing her brows at you again. She looks too cute when she’s frustrated.

Momo and you look at each other, having not spent a lot of time alone together, she’s not really sure where to start a conversation with you. 

“Uhm…do you want to go get a snack?” remembering that Momo was partial to foods and maybe you could find some common ground. 

“Oh, Absolutely!” heading to the food cart near the ride that they were on so you weren’t out of sight…you wanted to make sure she watched what was about to happen. 

Grabbing a churro and a large pretzel, you and momo found a bench to sit on. You talked about a few different things and found that you actually did have some common ground. Enjoying a lot of the same flavors of food broke the ice between the two of you. 

You asked about her and what her schedules were like, understanding a little more than most about how time consuming they could be because of your girlfriend who was looking over and scowling every few minutes. Unable to stifle the laugh when you see it, Momo looks at you in confusion. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Jihyo and I…we had a moment this morning before we came and picked you and Nayeon up. She’s been so clingy because she thinks I’m mad at her…and she keeps looking over here and making this face like she’s annoyed, I think she’s getting a little jealous because I’ve been cold with her a little today.” giggles lacing the explanation.

“Wait, why would she be jealous? I’m not going to hit on you…wait, not that you aren’t worthy of me hitting on you, but you’re obviously with Jihyo…not that I’m trying to hit on you or anything…not saying that I wouldn’t but it would be rude of me…to do that” stammering through the sentence and flustering herself, she turns bright red, unable to shield her embarrassment. 

“Relax, relax” you assure her.

“Listen, I’m actually trying to make her a little jealous…Would you be interested in helping me stoke the fire? You won’t have to do anything crazy.” asking for consent before carrying on with the plan you hatched. 

“...I don’t know, I mean she is my friend. What did you have in mind?” hesitant to agree, though she does have a small smile on her face. 

“Wait, I have to know…what did she do that made you mad?” now wanting the context of the situation. 

“Well, uhm, I don’t mind telling you but it’s definitely TMI.”  a warning before the tale.

“I live with Nayeon, there is no such thing as TMI. Especially because of the sounds that her and Jeongyeon make when she comes to stay the night…trust me, I’ll be okay. Spill!” chuckled back to you.

“Okay, so you know this morning when you called?” 

Momo nods her head. 

“Well we were in the middle of something and I was about to…you know…and she stopped and answered the phone…and never came back to finish what she started. But she sure did come back to make sure I stayed in that state and mindset” blinking a few times for emphasis. 

“Oh, she’s evil for that. Also, so sorry! I would never intentionally cock block you.” containing her laughter as best she could, she wasn’t trying to make you feel bad. 

“Okay, I’ll bite. I would be so mad if someone left me like that.” agreeing to your plan. 

Momo was very stunning and that was easy to admit. Her muscular arms were enough to cause a scene, beautiful face, charming voice and she cooks? She was quite the catch. Jihyo being aware of the way you view Momo made it almost too perfect.

Your hand travels up to her exposed bicep and rests there. Momo looks over at Jihyo, who is gawking at the two of you and typing furiously on her phone without even looking down. 

The table vibrates. 

Someone got a text message. 

Momo looks at you, waiting for you to reach for your phone to see if it was exactly what you both knew it was. 

“I want to see what happens if I just ignore it.” poking Jihyo even harder as you start tracing the outline of Momo’s shoulders and giving her the “fuck me” eyes. 

“Do you think she’s still looking?” Momo was afraid to look where her members were waiting. 

Phone pinging rapidly against the table, a slew of text messages barrage your phone. Making sure to roll your eyes just to add insult to injury before picking up your phone and seeing what your girlfriend had sent you. 

Baby<3: why are you that close to her?

Baby<3: what are you doing…

Baby<3: y/n…

Baby<3: why the fuck are you touching her like that?

Baby<3: Answer me.

Baby<3: Now. 

“Oh, she is definitely looking and she is definitely pissed.” giggling, putting your hand back on her arm, but her forearm this time. Swinging your head back to where Nayeon and Jihyo were in line, Nayeon is covering her mouth and trying not to laugh and Jihyo’s arms are crossed, staring daggers at the two of you.

“She looks pretty upset…are you sure you want to keep this up?” an apprehensive tone out of Momo as Jihyo and Nayeon step into the ride, getting seated, and fixing the safety equipment so it fits them the way it’s supposed to. 

Jihyo’s eyes never leave you. 

Winking at her and blowing her a kiss right before the ride launches off, you cackle when she’s out of sight. Momo isn’t really sure how to react to you seeing how mad Jihyo was. 

“So you want her angry…as revenge?”

“More jealous, but I’ll take angry too.”

“Won’t this…start a fight or something? Wouldn’t that be counterproductive?” questioning your motives. 

“You said there was no TMI right?” ready to spill the tea to her, knowing she would understand after you said it out loud. 

“Right.”

“She gets very…passionate…when she’s jealous…but she knows I would never cheat on her.” letting Momo in further to the game you were playing, the roller coaster still going, slingshotting over your head. 

Looking up at Jihyo as she passes over you, hand still on Momo when it happens and you can see the flash of rage on her face as she and Nayeon pass by. 

“This is literally so she will be…more aggressive…with you?” finally putting the pieces together.

Nodding your head with a devious smile, she can’t help but belly laugh at the plan you put together. 

“I know we are just getting to know each other now but I can see why you’re together. Especially if this is the response you have to what happened between you this morning. It’s like a game and I think we both know how competitive she is.” Nodding in agreement with herself. 

“Let’s just hope it goes the way I think it will. So far, she’s losing!” chuckling with Momo about the shared information. Even if your plan fell through, at least you were sure you had made a better friend out of Momo. 

Jihyo and Nayeon get off the ride, walking back over to you and the tension in Jihyo is palpable. She’s trying to mask it while Nayeon talks to her but when she approaches you, she sits between you and Momo on the bench, slamming her hand down on your thigh and squeezing as a reminder of her title. 

“Let’s head to the next one, the app says it’s only a 20 minute wait!” Nayeon sings loudly before standing and taking off. The three of you stand, Jihyo in silence, and you and Momo carry on the previous conversation you were having about food.

Jihyo grabs your hand vigorously, trying to get your attention. Even with the harsh display of affection, you made sure to stay present in the conversation with Momo, much to Jihyo’s dismay. 

Jihyo scoffs at you, throwing your hand that wasn’t holding hers down and walking, faster than both of you. 

Another few minutes and you were at the next ride, Jihyo and Nayeon get in line, you and Momo take a seat in view and continue on with your plan. Still talking about random topics, your hands tugging on the sleeves of the tank top she was wearing, and Jihyo burning holes into your skin and sending more angry text messages. 

Too bad your phone was on “Do not disturb”

“She’s really pissed, Y/n…maybe we should stop…” Momo is looking up at Jihyo, whose hands are now balled into fists, visibly clenched so tight that she probably shouldn’t even be going on this roller coaster. Nayeon is trying to get her attention, snapping her fingers in front of Jihyo’s face but it does nothing. 

“Maybe I’ll lay off a little. She does look a little more rage filled than expected…”  worried that you might have forced Jihyo past the point of return. 

The ride being quick and easy, Jihyo and Nayeon only being gone for a little over 25 minutes, you suggest something everyone would be up for. 

“There is that haunted house dark ride that’s kind of cheesy, we could do that one!” you reach for Jihyo’s hand as a peace offering, she’s quick to pull away and start walking towards the ride mentioned. 

Momo and you look at each other, Momo has a tight lipped smile, concerned at the scene that was silently unfolding around you. Nayeon has some cotton candy and is so focused on eating it that she doesn’t even realize what’s playing out before everyone.

Running to catch up to your girlfriend, you grab her hand before she can pull away. 

“Hey…hey” pulling her to a stop. She’s so mad she won’t even make eye contact with you, face holding a look of frustration that you’ve only seen in very heated situations that usually have nothing to do with you.

Wrapping your arms around her neck, her hands coming up to your waist like they usually did, showing you that she was, in fact, present for what you were about to say. 

“I was only trying to make you jealous…I just wanted you to be upset with me and take it out on me tonight is all…I’ll stop being a brat...Okay?” almost pleading with her to see that it was all a part of the game. . 

“I know what you wanted…But you don’t need to fucking hang all over Momo and throw a tantrum because you didn’t cum this morning.” tone heavy, almost spiteful.  

There’s a quiver between your legs, this is exactly what you wanted but this was not the time to tell her that.  

“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll stop, okay? Just please- let’s enjoy the rest of the day. You deserve to have fun and not have to worry about something so silly. I love you. No one else.” 

Leaning in to hug her, she doesn’t pull away from you. Jihyo just lets you hold her, reciprocating the movement but the tension was still there. Hoping to ease the stress, you kiss her lips tenderly. 

She smiles at you devotedly, squeezes your hand a little and guides you into the line of the ride. 

Jihyo has this air about her now, standing behind you with her hand never leaving the small of your back. She’s almost defensive posture the entire wait for the ride, though it’s not an aggressive stance, but the vibe of it is “this is mine.” 

“Alright, two people in a buggy, please!” the worker at the front of the line shouts over the crowds of people. 

Momo and Nayeon get seated in the one in front of you, the line of hooded seats moves up and stops. Climbing in from the left side and shuffling a step to the end, Jihyo gets in after you. She’s oddly stoic, inexpressive about everything. Usually she was so excited for this ride.  

Placing a hand on Jihyo’s forearm, you see her eyes follow your movements, carefully watching you. Taking your hand down into hers, lifting it over her shoulders, and placing your arm around her. Scooting closer to you, her head resting on your shoulder and linking your fingers together. 

This is peculiar to you. She was just borderline seething, then she was too calm, and now she’s cuddling you? Something’s not right…

The covered spheres you sat in started shifting once more, gradually making their way down the track. The lights dim as you make your way down the tunnel, leisurely launching into the water as the ride begins. 

The score for the ride starts to play through the hidden speakers, you feel a finger tracing the hem of your shorts on your upper thighs, getting closer and closer to where your legs meet every time they make a pass. 

“You know,” snapping you out of the trance the feather light touches put you in.

“I really don’t appreciate the attention you’ve been giving Momo today…” not even bothering to look up at you, just continuing to trail her fingers.

“And I don’t like that you ignored my texts and didn’t stop after seeing them…even if it was just to get my attention” Her fingers walk up to the waistband of your shorts and pause for only a moment.

“That being said,” unbuttoning your shorts before you can protest.

“Jihyo, we are in public! What are you doing?!” through clenched teeth, trying to push her hand away from where it threatened to touch. 

“I thought this was what you wanted, hm? To be punished? Isn’t this one of your fantasies? Isn’t this why you wanted me jealous in the first place? ” seductively into your ear, before she starts kissing and biting your neck. 

Muffling a groan that erupted as soon as her teeth sunk into your skin, you turned your head to kiss her but she grabbed your face roughly. Fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other, and palm on your chin, she forces your head forward and holds it in place. 

“Oh, no, no, baby. You don’t get to kiss me right now. You need to focus on keeping your mouth shut.” Condescendingly spat as she begins sliding her hand down your underwear and cupping your pussy. 

“Rock your hips. Now.” pushing her middle finger between your lips, the contact on your clit makes you jolt, and puts you right back at being a needy mess like you were this morning.  

“Go ahead, baby. Grind into my finger. I can feel how desperate you are…be a good slut and do as I say.” Lowly growling to let you know she wasn’t kidding and removing her hand from your face. 

Gasping at her tone and positioning yourself in a way that would feel the best given the situation, you bucked your hips up against her fingers harshly. She’s not even looking at you as you pathetically hump her hand, trying to keep your breathing even, small whines leave your lips and you pick up the pace. 

“Stop. I fucking told you to keep quiet. Now you’ll suffer.” the words echo in your brain, you halt immediately but almost cry at the loss of sensation. 

The ride is still spinning and moving through scenes and stages but with the way you're sitting, no one can tell where her hand is. 

“Jihyo…” a soft plea for her to make some form of movement on you. 

“I’ll do what I please with what is mine.” holding her hand in the same position, it’s completely drenched from your cunt and you just need to feel something. Completely frustrated at the way she was messing with you.

“Fine! Then, if you're going to do what you want then, so will I!” stuttering your hips again, using her hand in a nearly frantic manner. 

Jihyo just laughs at the act, removing her hand from your shorts and pushing you back down into your spot on the bench. She’s watching you closely, the primal need in your eyes, how you couldn’t find a comfortable seat. 

You have finally reached your breaking point. 

“UGH! Stop toying with me! I just need to c- cum! I’ll do anything, baby. Just fuck me already!” 

A villainous laugh reverberates through her chest, a devilish grin, and a hand wraps around your neck, squeezing the sides, and pulling you in for a heated kiss. 

Tongues dance amongst each other, eager in her movements and very much in control. Her hand makes its way to your cunt again and she pushes a single finger inside of you, it’s enough to incite a gasp from your lips. 

Unable to control yourself, you start thrusting your hips again. She pulls her finger out of you, instantly. 

“I didn’t tell you to fucking move.” taking her hand off your throat, about to remove her other hand from your shorts but you grab her forearm, grinding against her hand again.

“Please, baby…I need you. I fucking need you!” getting so close to her face that you can feel her breath on your skin.

She’s trying to keep calm but the fire behind her eyes was telling you she was anything but. 

Was she actually in control here? 

Only one way to know for sure. 

“Mommy…please, I need you inside me. Fucking, please!” A sense of urgency in your voice and the way you grasp at her shoulders has her about to pounce when all of a sudden, the ride comes to an unexpected stop, both of you now frozen, worried you’d been seen. 

“Hello! We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please keep your arms and legs inside of the attraction vehicles and we will have the ride up and running in no time!” crackles over the intercom. 

Faces inches apart, Jihyo’s jaw tensing as she looks out to see that the buggy you were in was facing a wall, no one could see into it. A lucky coincidence. 

Making eye contact with her, you remove her hand from your shorts. The confusion on her face shines through the darkness. You hook your thumbs in your shorts and slide them off completely. 

Jihyo’s eyes widened in shock, not expecting you to remove half your clothes on an amusement park ride.The look turns to hunger in a half second and you recognize the shift in her. She was about to devour you. 

“That’s how bad you want it, huh? Willing to get half naked  in public, just to feel me?” Lifting your legs, she rotates your hips towards her, pulling your calves hostilely so you lay down in the seat that was roomy for 2 people. 

She pushes your thighs against your chest and stares down at your drenched cunt.

Licking the padding of 3 of her fingers, she slaps your pussy with an audible smack, not worried about how sensitive you were in the slightest. 

“Think you can flirt with Momo all fucking day, and then I’m just going to fuck you?” Venomously hissed through the sounds of people chattering around you. They were waiting for the ride to start again, you were hoping it would be a while. 

“What is it about her, hm?” Another smack. 

“Do you think she could make you this wet?” This smack harder than all the other ones, but you knew she could do better. 

“Who do you think made me this wet in the first place?” with a tenseness that matched the state of your yearning. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She slams her full palm right on your cunt, you jolt and let out a silent cry as your entire body starts to tingle from the antagonistic slaps of Jihyo. 

“Can you cum like this? Should you even cum at all?” splattering your soaked cunt’s fluids all over her own legs and hand. 

Without warning, she slams two fingers into you. It takes everything you have to not let out a sound. Gripping anything you could, you tried to say quiet, the hardest task assigned because all you wanted to do was cry. 

“Mommy! Slow down, oh fuck, I’m gon- ungh -na cum!”  

“I don’t fucking care. Be a good little whore and shut the fuck up.” lowering her head, teasing you with the tip of her tongue. 

Relentlessly fucking into you, it takes all the control you were quickly losing to keep your moans in, not that the other sounds emanating from you were any quieter.

Feeling yourself making a mess, you decide to take a little control from her. Running your fingers through her hair, gripping her locks and mercilessly rocking onto her tongue at a steady speed.   

“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Hyo, I’m gonna fucking cum!” 

She shoves another finger into your entrance unexpectedly, causing you to cry out- pulsing around her fingers and finally gaining the release you've been chasing all day. Thighs tighten around her head, holding her in place while you ride your orgasm out but her fingers don’t stop thrusting. 

“Baby, what -mmmhhhh fuck, oh my fucking god!” 

“The whimpering whining whore wanted to cum so badly, right? So fucking cum.” Slapping your clit over and over again. You can’t help but get loud for her, velvet laced grunts and adrenaline filled moans flee from your lungs in a race to fill the air. 

“Shhh! Keep it down or I’ll stop and leave you like this again!” stiffly whispered to you when she got up onto her knees to lean over you. 

“Wouldn’t that be so sad? Let me help you.” Shoving her fingers covered in your own slick into your mouth to keep you quiet and placing the palm of the other right on your clit, fingers curling up into you so hard that you can’t even govern your own body. 

Vision starts to fade, the sensations are almost too much for you to bear. Muscles tensing throughout you as you dissolve into your own pleasure. Explosions and shockwaves ripple through the fibers of your being, leaving trails of electricity across your skin. 

Jerking and contorting under her, you can’t make much sound with her fingers halfway down your throat but the taste of your own cum from her finger adds to your state of bliss. You’re sure to suck every bit of yourself off her before she lazily pulls them from your mouth.

She’s got a smirk on her face like she just won a war when she watches you do it, unable to contain the victory smile she was prepared with. 

You are completely fucked out, leaking onto the seat, huffing and just trying to catch your breath. Putting your hand on her cheek before she makes her descent.  

“Was that what you wanted?” Jihyo questions, cleaning you with her tongue. Twitching out of sensitivity under her touch, completely swollen and unsure if you’ll even be able to sit properly for the rest of the day.  

All you can do is nod your head, too weak to even think about speaking. She helps you put your shorts back on and sits you up right before letting you lean into her until you regain some of your energy. 

The ride starts moving again, people start cheering as you make your way through the rest of the tunnel, not even remembering what attraction you were on in the first place. She’s pointing out the things she thinks would spark your interest indicating that she was no longer frustrated with you, at least to the same extent as before. 

Momo and Nayeon get off the ride first, waiting for the two of you at the exit when your buggy pulls up. Jihyo steps over you to get out first so she can help you stand, grateful for this because of how unsteady your legs were. 

Her hand around your waist as you walk out into the sun, happily feeling the warmth of the day. Jihyo points out a table with benches attached, walking everyone over to have a seat and discuss further plans. 

“Y/n, are you okay?” Momo asks, noticing your energy change. 

“Yes. Just a little tired.” winking at her. 

“…wait…is that what I heard?…you didn’t…” 

Jihyo butts in, suggesting to head over to an ice cream shop around the corner and everyone agrees. Momo and Nayeon are distracted with each other when you lean in and kiss Jihyo on the cheek. 

“Thank you, baby” 

“Don’t thank me just yet, I still have plans for you once we get home.”

[earlysunshines]

tutor perks

park jihyo x fem!reader ; fluff, smut ; pt. 2

synopsis: the kid you’re tutoring has a really sweet, charming hot aunt.

warnings: alcohol ; not proofread so many spelling and grammatical errors (probably) ; mmm smut ; smut; and smut ; praise ; overstimulation ; almost fucking in the fancy bathroom ; reader ruined by jihyo ; men mentioned yuck!! ; food ; jihyo is like seven years older than reader ; mmm anything else i’ve missed ; physics mentioned 😵‍💫

a/n: i need her so bad like

(um ALSO i wrote half of this on my phone (that era was...))

- 

you’re assigned to tutor a high school student, some junior boy named matthew park that’s falling behind in a couple of subjects. the lady at the front office had provided you directions to the library, but still, it took you a few wrong turns and another ask to actually get there. 

walking in, you notice the lively yet quiet ambiance filling the room. there are groups of students studying together, giggling and pushing each other around as they do so. another group seems to be much more focused than the others, all furrowing their brows while examining whatever paper is on the table. 

you scan the room and look for a guy who should be alone, and to the right, you spot just that. 

he’s hunched over a little and his eyes are glued to the phone in his right hand while he spins a pencil with the other hand. the guy has on a green crewneck sweater and the headphones he wears squish some of his dark hair, which is parted messily in the middle. you tap on his desk subtly—he looks up with raised brows and takes off his headphones. 

you shoot a friendly smile and begin to speak, “hi, are you—“ 

“matthew, yeah.” he interrupts, “matt is fine.” 

his voice is pretty low, and something about his energy and mannerisms tell you that he’s some type of athlete. he runs a hand through his hair as you sit down next to him and fixes his posture. at least he has some manners, unlike the type of athletes you had to deal with a few years ago. 

“i’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you.” you greet, sticking out your hand—which matt takes—and shaking his bigger, rougher one.  

you clear your throat and look at the slightly creased notes on the table accompanied by the spiral notebook and green folder. setting down your own bag on the floor, you ask, “so, what is it that you’re struggling with the most?” 

matt glances at the entrance for a brief moment then looks down at the work in front of him and clenches his jaw, crossing his arms.  

“physics and precalculus.” he simply says, his voice seeming small and ashamed. you glance over towards where he was before, catching a group of five teenagers—all seemingly athletic from the apparel they wear—and start to catch onto his sudden bashful demeanor. 

“alright, i can help you with that.” you assure, “i’ll try to make this quick and do the best i can to help, just let me know what you want me to explain.” 

matt nods, picking up the pencil and huffing. 

- 

after tutoring math and reliving your high school physics trauma, you’re headed out the entrance of the library and trying to find your way to the main doors.  

“wait!” a voice calls out, “y/n, was it?”  

turning around, you stand a few feet away from matt, whose headphones are resting around his neck comfortably. he rubs his neck and then pinches the bridge of his nose before shutting his eyes tightly. 

you tilt your head, wondering what this boy needs; was it some extra notes or help? 

“yes?” 

“i um,” he begins, tensing his jaw and shaking his head. “i don’t know if this is appropriate to ask you since you’re a tutor—and i swear i’m not hitting on you!” he catches himself, groaning after he speaks. “i just, don’t want to be seen getting tutored, it’s embarrassing because i’m… i’m not doing well academically right now.” 

“matt, it’s okay, don’t feel—” 

“stop,” he says bluntly. “look, you were probably in my place a couple of years ago or something, i don’t know. just, i don’t like being seen like this because i used to be better, but my professors and everything…” 

“i get that, we can work it out! i was actually really good at physics and i know how bad it can be, i was there and precalculus is pretty simple to me.” 

“yes and thank you, i just wanted to ask if we could change locations. somewhere that’s not where i go to school.” 

“where were you thinking matt?” you ask, quirking a brow and ignoring the little buzz from your phone that’s in your pocket. 

he sighs and repeats, “before i ask; i’m not hitting on you, i swear to god.”  

“matt if you’re insisting some type of café i’m fine with that, people study there all the-“ 

“no, i’d be recognized there too.” he mumbles. “can you just come over to my house? i’ll even have my aunt texting you to say it’s okay, i don’t know if you need that confirmation or whatever, i mean, i’m a minor and i get that it might be iffy.” 

“oh, i see.” you mutter in response. “i mean, we can do that, just have your aunt text me, yeah?” 

“okay.” he responds, “can we do this thursday? i have a physics test on friday.” 

“that’s fine, i’ll do my best to help you out matt.” 

he smiles gratefully. “thank you y/n.”  

-- 

once you’re out of your car after parking near the curb across the street, you get a real good view of matt’s house and damn, the place is nice. 

it’s pretty big and modern, but not too modern that it’s uncomfortable, it just stands out. 

you walk down the little pathway towards the door, which is illuminated by dimmed, warm lights, and tilt your neck to the side to crack it before knocking. a few moments later, you hear the locks click as they turn and the door opens, matt opens it and he’s wearing some white t-shirt, which is paired with black sweatpants. 

“thank you for coming, and again, i swear i’m not hitting on you.” 

“matt, it would be very illegal for me to do anything like that with you. i get it, seriously.” 

“just making sure.” he says, “come in, my aunt is coming home soon.” 

his aunt had sent you a text asking if you were his tutor, and she had thanked you for offering such assistance to her nephew. the lady—his aunt—seemed sweet. her tone via text and the amusing emojis she used had given you this image of some woman in her 40s or 50s, probably baking cookies and thanking you with a warm hug for helping her dear relative. you’ll meet her later; hopefully, she does end up giving you cookies. 

matt leads you to the dining area and as you make your way there, the aroma of vanilla fills the air. maybe it was the cookies that were waiting for you, or you’re just really hungry and craving something sweet. 

“i have the things i need to study, he gave us this study guide and i have some questions regarding the velocity equations.” he explains, but stops himself in his tracks and mutters an “ah,” before asking, “did you want anything to drink?” 

“no, no.” you dismiss him with a wave of your hand. “let’s get started, shall we?” 

the rhythmic ticking of the clock echoed through the room as you continued to guide matt through the complexities of his physics homework. frustrated groans and muttered curses painted a vivid picture of the challenges he was enduring—in this case, one of the most dreadful subjects ever—and you found yourself helping him whenever you could. 

as the sounds of the front door unlocking reached your ears, both you and matt instinctively turned towards the entrance. matt, eager to get a small break from the terrible page of paper in front of him, leapt up to open the door just as it swung ajar. 

"hey, auntie," he greeted, the familial connection evident in his tone. 

“hi matt, there are some groceries i need you to take in, would you mind helping me out?” 

“no not at all,” he says, then excuses himself to go help out with the groceries. 

the figure that emerged into the room drew your attention like a magnetic force. matt's aunt strode in with an air of authority that commanded immediate respect. your jaw tensed as you observed her approach, an almost instinctive reaction to the oddly powerful aura exuded from her. how crazy it was for a woman who’s just appeared to have you sit up in your seat. 

she was not what you expected—a far cry from the stereotypical image you had of aunts in their 40s or 50s, definitely not as old as you had assumed. instead, she carried an ageless poise, appearing young but undeniably mature. dressed in a black blazer that teased the line between formal and casual, ending provocatively above her knees, she was a vision that held your gaze captive. 

however, it wasn't just the flawless outfit that ensnared your attention. it was the remarkable contours of her face, the sharpness of her cheekbones that had your jaw dropping just barely as you were in your trance. her steps echoed with a strange power, and even in her approach, you couldn't help but feel a sense of intimidation just by existing within her proximity. 

as matt’s aunt neared, her gaze locked onto yours—a gaze that felt both deathly and tremendously allurin — then, she smiled, a shift in demeanor that caught you off guard. the stern, professional aura melted away, replaced by a wonderfully cute smile that seemed to rival her intimidating presence. 

you—caught in a momentary trance—couldn't help but reciprocate with a dorky smile, your hand instinctively moving to fix your hair, as if trying to match the sudden change in atmosphere. what a mess you were for someone’s aunt you’ve just laid your eyes on.  

"ah, you're y/n, matt's tutor, am i correct?" she inquired, her voice sent a ripple of warmth through the room. the cadence of her words held a subtle allure, a tone that rang with confidence and undeniable charm. her voice was a little on the deeper end, but regardless it was hot and you could for sure get used to it. 

you managed to nod, finding your voice despite the sudden whirlwind of emotions. "yes, that's me. nice to meet you, miss park." 

“no need to be so formal hon.” she chuckles, pleased. “you can call me jihyo.” she assures with a smile. jihyo stretches out her hand and you take it, her hands are soft and smaller than yours, and her nails well manicured. “you have nice hands y/n.”  

that is such a crazy statement coming from someone’s beautiful, striking aunt who you’ve met for the first time ever and just now. your cheeks flush and you laugh shyly before responding, “thank you, your hands are um, they’re nice too.” 

after realizing that you’ve been holding this woman’s hand for too long, you pull away and run a hand through your hair again. jihyo smiles at you before walking over to the desk and examining the paper, she sighs and raises her brows. 

“ah, physics, i was never good at that when i was in high school.” 

“yes it’s something a lot of people struggled with in high school, i was lucky to be able to do well in that class.” you shrug, and jihyo looks at you impressed. 

“i see, you must be smart huh? and how old are you sweetheart?” 

your knees almost give up on you after this crazy hot woman just called you sweetheart, yet you manage to respond to her without stuttering or sounding like a fool. “i’m 20.” 

“ah, pretty young huh. you’re in college?” 

“yeah. education major, actually.” 

“how cute.” she responds amusingly, “well, thank you again for teaching my nephew. i’ll be upstairs, just send a text or shout if he’s a hassle. thanks hon.” 

jihyo shoots you a grateful smile before patting you on the shoulder; you might just die right then and there. you gulp lightly and manage to choke out a response, “y-yeah, no problem.” which makes the older woman giggle softly before leaving. 

you have got to get a grip. 

-- 

the woman you’ve interacted with for no more than three minutes surely left a mark with her first impression. now you’re putting more effort into your appearance than you did for that date you had three weeks ago with the girl sarah set you up with. 

you slip into a white graphic baby tee that effortlessly molds around your figure, the perfect balance of snug and comfortable. the tee you were gifted is paired with your beloved thrifted boyfriend jeans, their wash perfectly complements your top and if you were to stretch just a little bit, jihyo would get a glimpse of the line that runs down your tummy. a hint of effortlessness fills the air as you tie up the upper half of your hair, allowing loose strands to gently caress your shoulders and frame your face. light and natural makeup enhances your best features, purposefully done to emphasize your appeal with a touch of ease.  

when you reach the front door of matt’s house, you brush a strand of hair out and pat down the black cardigan you have on before knocking on it three times. the familiar teenage boy opens it up and greets you with a smile, inviting you in.  

everything goes as usual: you situate yourself in a different room this time and matt hands you his assignments. you take your time to give them a good look, and then ask him what he needs help with. this time he needs help with precalculus, and thankfully, you’re pretty good at that too. 

you watch him work on the assignments for a bit and start to get thirsty, and then you realize you’ve forgotten your water bottle on the counter in your small apartment.  

“ah i forgot my bottle… could i get some water?” you ask him, and he nods without looking away from the paper. 

“yeah, the kitchen is down the hall to the right. there’s bottles in the fridge. could you grab me a coke zero?” 

“yeah, thanks, i’ll be quick. just work on these for the time being.” he hums in response to you and continues to write down various messy scribbles while solving some type of math problem he’s been assigned. 

you do as he says: walk down the hall and to the right to enter the familiar kitchen you were near last time and you’re met with the familiar older woman that had you all flustered before. she’s standing by the stove and cooking something up and it smells great. awkwardly, you walk over to the fridge and she turns after catching you in her peripheral. 

she smiles immediately upon meeting your presence. 

“y/n! hi honey, it’s nice to see you.” jihyo greets, “i’ve been wanting to see you again.” 

“you have?” your cheeks flush immediately, and you manage to recompose yourself, clearing your throat before responding,, “it’s nice to see you too..” 

jihyo looks you up and down, eyes pausing for two seconds on the baby tee hugging your figure before meeting your eyes again. her look does things that she wants her hands doing, but that’s for her to know. 

“did you need anything sweetheart?” she asks, raising a brow. her question doesn’t process through your head until a few moments after. you were too busy admiring her from head to toe, taking in her features, the casual outfit she has on—eyes enjoying the view of her cleavage that slightly shows in that black tank top she wears.  

you clear your throat again. 

“oh i was just getting some drinks for matt and i.” you respond, quickly darting your eyes away from her chest.  

the older woman giggles amusingly, “take whatever you’d like from there.” 

“thank you miss— i mean, jihyo. it’s fine really, just thirsty and matt wants a coke zero, haha.” 

“alright~” she says, dragging her response teasingly. “just let me know, ‘kay?”  

“yeah, thanks.” you smile sheepishly and nod, then grab the drinks you almost forgot about before walking away.  

jihyo looks you up and down as you step into the hall, smirking a bit before going back to cook the dinner she’d been preparing.  

when you get back to the room where you had been tutoring, you spot matt, who is still writing down some equation down on his paper. he looks up once he hears you, then smiles after seeing the coca-cola in your hand. 

“here’s your drink.” you smile. 

“thanks.” 

“it’s no problem, your aunt told me to grab as much as i’d like. is she always so… sweet?” 

“i mean, i guess so. she’s pretty laid back with my friends as long as we don’t do too much.” matt opens the can and shakes his head as a small laugh slips out. “she’s definitely more generous with you, i can tell. she asked me about you actually.” 

“she what?” your eyes widen and your head turns. “what did she ask?” 

“nothing too important, just when you’d be over again.” matt shrugs, then his adam’s apple moves up and down whilst his neck muscles tense and relax as he gulps down the carbonated drink. “damn this is fizzy—” he says, then coughs. “fuck.” 

matt leaves you with an awareness of jihyo’s curiousity towards your own self, and now you’re trying to focus on tutoring the kid whilst thinking of his aunt.  

“good job matt, i can see you’re already getting much better. the concepts and formulas seem to be clicking, yeah?” you praise, he nods. matt stretches his arms out and you roll your shoulders back to release some tension. 

after helping him tidy up, you make sure everything is back in your own tote bag that you had brought. matt turns towards the entrance to the room and his eyebrows raise a bit, then you turn and see the same woman. your jaw tenses—lips part slightly too. 

jihyo walks in and the sway of her hips isn’t unnoticeable. she looks at the two of you, eyes lingering on you longer than her own nephew, then beams. “matt, help me set up dinner will you?” 

“mhm, gotchu. what’s for dinner by the way?” 

“steak and pasta, go mix up the pasta would you?” 

“yes aunt hyo.” matt complies, then shoots you a grateful grin before standing up with an exaggerated, tired sigh. he walks past jihyo, leaving the two of you alone. 

your heart beats embarrassingly fast once matt is gone, it thumps so hard in your chest that you’re afraid that jihyo may hear.  

“done for the day?” jihyo questions, walking over to you. 

you gulp. “yeah, just finished actually.” 

“i see, you must be hungry.” then jihyo locks eyes with you, and you genuinely think it might be something more—or maybe you’re delusional—who knows. “stay for dinner.” 

okay maybe it’s something more, or you’re just a desperate, lovesick gay college student that’s borderline head over heels. 

“oh it’s fine, really.” you say it with uncertainty, waving your hands in the air with an awkward smile. “i don’t want to trouble you.” 

“it’d be anything but a trouble y/n.” jihyo counters, “if anything the trouble would be letting a pretty lady like you out my house with an empty stomach.” 

jihyo places her hand on your shoulder, then squeezes it lightly. her eyes have you paralyzed in place, drilling into your pupils and then finding their attention on your lips. jihyo is slightly shorter than you, yet you feel so helpless under than her. an amused smirk plays on her lips and you find yourself clutching your tote bag strap a little tighter. 

“…then i’ll take your offer, thank you.” you nod awkwardly, feeling your cheeks flush. 

jihyo nods, feeling accomplished, then pulls her hand off your shoulder. “i’ll have matt know there’s going to be an extra plate then. come on sweetheart.” 

-- 

now you’re sat at the dining table with jihyo across. she’s grinning and her eyes keep wandering all over you, but most of the time they’re focused on your face. 

matt hands you a plate with steak and alfredo pasta, then some utensils. he places a cup of water down on a coaster and pushes it towards you, then hands his aunt a glass of white wine.  

matt takes a bite of the meal and sighs, pleased with how it satisfies his hunger. jihyo laughs at him whilst he goes on to devour the plate. you follow after him and twirl some of the noodle against your spoon, then stab a piece of steak with your fork. the bite you take is filled with some saltiness, though it’s deliciously savory—just how you like it. 

jihyo smiles. “good?” 

“it’s great, thank you again jihyo.”  

“anytime, i fancy your company.” she responds before taking a bite herself. 

there’s a question brewing in your mind, but you’re second-guessing yourself because it seems a bit rude, well, maybe. jihyo swallows the steak and reaches for her glass again. 

“so it’s just you and matt?” you ask, avoiding eye contact. 

matt turns and raises a brow, then shrugs it off. jihyo simply nods her head. 

“just me and the troublemaker.” she jokes, which earns an eye roll from matt. “he moved here a few years ago, the school over here is excellent for him. great academics, extracurriculars, sports teams…” 

“i see. good for him then.”  

“what about you?” jihyo questions. you look up at her in the middle of chewing down your pasta, rushing to get a response out. 

“sorry, what?” 

“just you? no boyfriend or… significant other?”  

surprisingly, you don’t choke on your food. “oh no, not at the moment.” 

“that’s a shame, and a surprise.” she takes another bite of steak and chews on it in the right side of her cheek, puffing it out a little. “i wonder why no one has made a move, i would’ve if there were a beauty like you around.” 

matt pauses, his brows furrow and he looks at his aunt with some slight concern. “auntie?” 

“i’m only teasing silly, just complimenting,” jihyo says, laughing to ease the tension in the air (though, it doesn’t work. your heart starts racing again and the meal gets harder to finish). “it’s better than whatever you’ve said over the phone to those—”  

matt coughs, then shakes his head. “okay okay, we get it.” he rolls his eyes (again) and shrinks into his seat, making jihyo giggle. you laugh as well and matt scoffs as he pokes at the steak on his plate. 

there’s a sudden buzz that makes the table vibrate slightly. your phone sits next to your glass of water, and you reach for it hastily. due to your clumsy handling, the water topples over, spilling all over shirt—your chest. 

“shit—” you curse and stand up quickly.  

“matt, grab some napkins for y/n.” jihyo orders, quickly walking over to your side of the table. she grabs the napkins from her nephew and hands them to you, then urges you to follow her. she turns to matt and quickly says, “clean up the table, i’ll go help y/n out with her clothes.” 

matt hums in response and you follow jihyo, feeling embarassed from the small scene you’ve made. 

-- 

“i’m really sorry, and really, i could’ve cleaned up on my own—”  

“it’s fine y/n, don’t worry about it.” jihyo assures, leading you to the large master bedroom.  

there’s a king-sized bed in the middle, dimmed lights, and the room screams luxury. jihyo leads you over to the closet and grabs a small towel, then starts to pat down at your chest, making your cheeks burn.  

her hands find their way over to your shoulder to stabilize you, and then she’s shaking her head after trying to dry the spillage on your shirt. “this won’t do, let me get you a shirt. you can take off yours and leave it on the hanger over there.” she says, pointing to the hook. 

“t-thank you.” mentally, you facepalm yourself for sounding so nervous. 

“your cheeks are red,” jihyo giggles. she places her hand on your shoulder, then drags it down to your chest briefly before pulling away. “it’s alright honey, it happens. i’ll get you that shirt.” 

a few minutes later she enters the abnormally large closet again and hands you a gray sweatshirt with some college logo on it.  

“thank you jihyo, i’ll give this back to you when i—” 

“it’s fine, just keep it for pajamas or anything like that. it’s just some old shirt from when i graduated a while ago.” jihyo says. you pray that you look calm and collected, trying to mask your flustered-self with a smile. “i’ll let you change, just come out when you’re done sugar.” 

“yeah, thanks—and sorry.”  

jihyo shakes her head and waves off your apology with her hand. 

-- 

you’re back downstairs in a few minutes—minutes of jihyo (not so) subtly checking you out in her old clothes. 

matt asks if you’re okay, you answer with a nod and a smile. 

“my roommate keeps calling me, i should get going.” is muttered followed by an unnecessary peek into your tote bag, shuffling through to make sure you have everything. “thank you again for everything.” 

jihyo leads you to the door and sends matt up to get ready for school. she flattens out her own clothes, runs a hand through her hair, then watches you slip on your shoes from the front door. 

“you should stay for dinner more often y/n, i enjoyed it.” 

you chuckle awkwardly, then push a strand of hair back. “i enjoyed it too, though i’m sorry for spilling water everywhere.” 

“that’s quite alright, you could always make up for it by staying over. i like your company.”  

looking down at the ground, you smile bashfully and respond, “i’ll consider it. thank you again.”  

“drive safe pretty.” jihyo says, waving goodbye and shutting the door. 

- 

sarah sits on the opposite end of the couch and watches you closely.  

youre hugging your knees to your chest and smiling, making your roommate turn her head in confusion. “why’d you drag me to the couch.” 

“i need to tell you about today. about everything.” 

“make it quick, i have a lecture tomorrow morning for psych.” she sighs, crossing her arms and leaning against the couch. 

“so i’ve been tutoring that kid you know, the high school kid.” you start, and sarah nods as she hums. “yeah so basically i tutor him that one day at his school or whatever, then, he asks me to tutor him at his house.” 

“so he… wants you?” 

“no, absolutely not. plus, that’s like, a case.” you say with a shake of your hand, dismissing hee assumption. “but, speaking of age differences, i went to his house — his aunts house — and i was tutoring him and whatnot. then i hear someone knock on the door and he says it’s his aunt, so im unfazed or whatever because it’s probably this middle aged lady or whatever.” 

“right, so…?” 

“so i was fucking wrong.” you explain, sitting up now. “the most beautiful woman i’ve ever laid eyes on walks in. she’s dressed in work clothes or something, all black, and she looks good.”  

“oh, so you’re gay.” sarah scoffs amusingly, quirking a brow. “am i supposed to be… surprised?” 

“can you just shut the fuck up and listen to me fully for once, please.” 

sarah rolls her eyes. “fine.” 

“okay so she calls me hon, then she says my hands are sweet — and keep in mind, this is the first time i’ve talked to her in person. then she calls me sweetheart?” 

“she’s being nice i think, considering she’s probably older than you. maybe you’re just gay, delusional, and haven’t gotten laid since… months ago?” 

“just because you and your girlfriend do it every time i’m out does not mean you have to shove it down my throat.” you scoff, “anyways, yeah no i thought that too, but then her nephew — the kid in tutoring — he tells me that she’s more generous with me and asks about me. i don’t think that’s being nice.” 

“that might just be curiosity and being nice, y/n.” 

“no hear me out okay,” sarah giggles as she watches you talk all animatedly with your hands moving after every couple of words. “she invited me for dinner — literally wanted me to stay, like insisted — then said i was too pretty to not be taken? and then she was saying that if ‘there were a beauty like you around, i would’ve made a move.’” 

sarah’s eyes widen, then her mouth opens slightly in shock. she leans closer to you, now fully invested knowing that this isn’t just another stretch of your interactions with women.  

“holy shit?” 

“i know.” you say, feeling your cheeks flush just from thinking about it. “and then you called and i spilled water and whatnot, she brought me to her room and—“ 

“you guys fucked?” 

“no!” you immediately say, a little too loud for that matter. “no, no.” you reassure, “though, i’m going to be honest i kind of wish—but that’s besides the point. she helped me out and patted down my tits — well my shirt but who cares, same thing — and then gave me her old sweatshirt. im literally wearing it right now and i remember her checking me out as soon as i changed into them.” 

“oh my god?” 

“yeah, and then you called again for me to come back or whatever and she told me to stay for dinner more often. now i’m here and that’s the end of the story.” 

sarah simply stares at you with wide eyes, her hand covering her slightly opened mouth. you place your hands on your face snd grown, feeling the heat of your cheeks on the skin of your hand. 

“i cant believe someone’s aunt wants you.” 

“i know!”  

“are you going to… sleep with her?” sarah asks, tilting her head. 

you find yourself lost in thought, often drifting into a world where she consumes your every waking moment - both at work and during classes. in these vivid daydreams, your thoughts sometimes stray to a more innocent realm. you envision the possibility of going on a simple date with her, where you can unravel the layers of her personality and just get to know her on a deeper level. because jihyo’s the type of woman that you want to sit down and get to know, that’s for sure.  

but to be honest, most of the time your mind wanders to far more… provocative scenarios. your imagination conjures up images of her completely unveiled, with a tantalizing desire to feel her hands caressing your every contour, leaving you to completely submit to her; to be ruined by jihyo personally. these fantasies consume you, their allure impossible to resist.  

“well, i don’t know.” you answer, pinching the bridge of her nose. “i still have to tutor her nephew.” 

“hmm… then focus on that and then sleeping with his aunt.” sarah suggests, giggling lightly before her phone buzzes. she looks at the screen and sees a text from her girlfriend, then smiles immediately. “speaking of sleeping with people, my girlfriend is picking me up. i’ll be out for the night.” 

you groan, still wanting sarah to listen to you while losing your mind and leave her own comments here and there. it’s almost impossible to get her away from her girlfriend. you’re so jealous and sarah loves to poke at you for being single and insatiable. 

“you’re unbelievable.” 

sarah shrugs, getting up with a cheeky grin. she snickers, “and you need to get laid. good luck with your little milf situation.” 

“she’s not his mom!” 

“same difference.” 

— 

the next time you tutor matt, you never get to talk or see jihyo. matt explains that she’s out for the night, something related to a business trip that he seems to not really care about. 

but you care, and you need to know when she’s back. unfortunately, tutoring comes first and the last thing you want to do is make it obvious that you have a crush on the aunt of the kid you’re tutoring. 

(matt has a little hunch; he notices the stares the both of you give each other when you two think no one is looking. matt is looking and definitely suspicious of how nervous you get around her and how generous his aunt is to you. though, he doesn’t have time to dive deeper in that since another physics test is clouding his brain for the time being.) 

you run into jihyo the day after that session with matt, but not as his house.  

there’s a place near the campus that’s now you and your friends’ signature study and hangout spot. it’s this cozy café and restaurant that the five of you have spent countless hours at either conversing and laughing for hours or losing your mind over whatever classes you guys take. this time, you’re all getting brunch together and debating something small. 

you excuse yourself and get in line to grab a drink since you only purchased a panini, thinking that would satisfy you. you were wrong. so, you stand in line for a bit, not really minding your surroundings while you tap through various instagram stories and scroll mindlessly. a minute later, you feel a tap on your shoulder while you’re halfway through a video your friend had posted. when you turn around you’re met with the face that has you lost in a momentary trance.  

“ah y/n, it’s nice to see you.” jihyo says. 

“oh, jihyo.” you respond, trying to hide your surprise and sudden nervousness. “it’s nice to see you too.” 

oh for sure it’s nice to see her. sunglasses sit on the top of her head, loose strands fall over her face, and the dress she’s wearing under her long coat looks divine. your eyes scan her whole body for a short moment, and then you’re clearing your throat as she starts to speak again. 

“are you here alone?” she asks you, looking you up in down in the process. 

“oh i’m with friends actually, they’re over by the window—“ you point to the group of four laughing together, all invested in the conversation at hand as the afternoon light brightens their smiles. “—we were just getting together and eating brunch.” you explain. 

“i see…” jihyo mumbles, looking over to your friends. she sounds a bit dissapointed, but you could be wrong about that.  

“what are you doing here? i mean, i don’t mean that in a rude way it’s just—“ 

jihyo smiles again, putting her hand on your shoulder as she laughs. “oh honey,” one of many things she calls you that makes your breath go short, “it’s fine, i get what you mean.” she trails down to your bicep, her skin warm on yours. “i was going to grab a drink before work, this is one of my favorite cafes.” 

“what a coincidence, it’s one of mine too.” 

jihyo subtly acknowledges your presence, her gaze gracefully trailing along your figure, delicately fixating on the tantalizing hint of skin peeking through your attire. her probing eyes pause there momentarily, capturing every nuance of the tempting groove down your tummy, accentuated by your low-rise jeans and revealing crop top. the ensemble effortlessly enhances your allure, inducing an irresistible appeal that’s impossible to ignore. as her gaze eventually retreats, it effortlessly returns to meet your own.  

“i suppose we have lots in common.” jihyo notes. 

“yeah,” you breath out, “i guess so.” 

“next in line please!” one of the the cashiers yells out, snapping you out of your daze. you apologize to him and then smile at jihyo before walking over and shuffling for the wallet in your shoulder bag.  

after getting your pistachio latte, you walk back to your friends and they beam at you. setting your bag down, you listen in on the conversation. 

“—and so, as i was saying, he kept making me pay for everything on the first date.” mai scoffs, crossing her arms. she’s a friend from your intro to education, lively and always has something to say. this time, it seems to be quite interesting. “look, i am a 50-50 girl and whatnot, but he asked me out and expects me to pay? i felt like there was a whole beard on my face and my balls dropped or something after paying for him. yeah, never again.” 

you laugh loudly, covering your mouth upon hearing the entertaining story.  

again – similar to just a few minutes ago – there’s a tap on your shoulder. your friends look at the woman behind you before you can, and once you set your look on her; your heart starts to beat again, a blush settling on your cheeks. 

“hey pretty, i was about to leave for work.” jihyo says with a smile, “can we talk for a bit? alone.”  

to your left, another one of your friends raises his eyebrows subtly. just with that small gesture alone, he manages ask without speaking: who’s this woman and why is she calling you pretty? though, you can’t answer him just yet. there’s no way you’d embarrass yourself in front of jihyo. 

you clear your throat and stutter just barely in your response. “hey, hi. um, yeah, sure. excuse me guys, i um, need to talk with her.”  

after sending an apologetic smile and earning various cheeky smiles, you nod at jihyo and find a spot near the window to talk to her. alone. she brushes a strand of hair out of your face and leans back to sit upright in her seat; you try to stay calm 

“i just wanted to ask for a favor, i completely forgot about it until i got a notification from my calendar.” 

“oh, what is it?”  

she looks out the window and sips on her iced drink, then turns back to meet your eyes. “well, i have a work dinner thing, a lot of… men will be there for the most part. i was wondering if you’d accompany me? i’m afraid i’d grow tired of their dull efforts to impress me, but it’s completely fine if you can’t make it.” jihyo says, although her tone near the end suggests that she’d be pretty disappointed with an answer other than yes. “i know it’s a big ask, but i’ve grown quite fond of you. is that ridiculous?” 

quickly, you dismiss her by waving your hands a bit frantically and shaking your head. you assure her, “it’s not ridiculous at all!” unintentionally, the volume of your voice spikes. “i’m actually um, really flattered that you feel that way, seriously. it also wouldn’t be any trouble – the dinner thing – id, um, i would love to accompany you.” 

jihyo finds herself blushing, surprisingly. she sips on the drink before setting it down on the marble counter side, then places her elbows on the table and her eyes smile, then her nose scrunches a bit.  

“right, that’s wonderful.” she says, “come over to my place tomorrow at 5:30 then?” you gulp upon hearing her words – practically an order with that tone and raise of her brow – then nod. she smiles and places her hand on your shoulder again, this time terribly close to the crook of your neck, her thumb brushing against your throat. “good, see you then.” 

“yeah,” you respond, not wanting to leave yet; your friends are waiting for you and jihyo has to go to work, so you begin to stand. “i’ll see you… my friends um, they’re—” 

“oh, yes, sorry for dragging you away—” 

“no!” you shake your hands again, cringing at how loud your voice grew (again). “they’re fine with it and i don’t want you to be late for work. we weren’t doing anything important anyway, just catching up.” 

she giggles and stands up to face you, eyes angled up slightly since she’s an inch or two shorter. she takes her hand off her skin and it feels specifically frigid in that area now that the warmth radiating off her fingers isn’t there, you almost shiver. 

“right, thanks hon. i’ll see you tomorrow yeah? shoot me a text when you get there, you have my number.” 

you nod and she hands her work bag on her shoulder, then starts to walk away – but not before winking at you. you smile, feeling your heart do a flip. 

when you return to your table, your friends are already eyeing you mischievously. mai has her straw sitting on her teeth, giving you that look. your jaw tightens and you smile at them before awkwardly sitting back in the previously empty seat, mentally preparing yourself in those two silent seconds before they all start bombarding you with questions and relentless teasing. 

- 

you arrived at jihyo’s house ten minutes early, a little earlier than you’d expected since the traffic wasn’t as bad. you walk down the small path leading to the steps, then up those three steps and onto the doormat. before you can even knock, the door opens and matt nearly bumps into you. 

he apologizes immediately, then looks at you with scrunched brows. 

“were we supposed to tutor today?” he asks, scratching his head with a finger. “if we were, sorry but i’ve got plans.” he says, nudging his head forward, making you turn around to see a honda civic parked on the street across. the windows are rolled down, revealing another guy that looks around his age in the drivers seat, another in the passengers side that you can barely see, and two girls in the back.  

“oh, no. jihyo called me over actually, not for you.” 

matt raises his brows, then his body relaxes. “oh.” 

“yeah, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“no it’s… fine.” he assures, looking at you skeptically. “have fun with… my aunt? um, whatever you two are… doing. i’m staying at a friends house tonight so…” 

“yeah, have fun.” you respond awkwardly, looking up at him as he observes you for a few seconds longer. the makeup on your face is slightly heavier than usual – not that it’s a bad thing, in fact he wouldn’t have even noticed if it weren’t for the nice dress you were wearing. quite odd, he figures, but it’s not his business. he shrugs his shoulders and forgets about it, waving at you before he leaves, running over to the black honda civic that’s playing music at a volume so loud that you can hear it from the door. 

you forget about the whole encounter for a moment, instead redirecting your attention to the opened door in front of you. stepping inside, you get a whiff of the familiar lavender scent that fills the house, then close the door behind you. the house is silent until you send jihyo a text, and she responds a few seconds later by yelling from upstairs. 

“y/n! come upstairs darling!”  

you freeze in place, suddenly feeling intimidated for no reason. nonetheless, you walk on over to the stairs, then up to jihyo’s room. 

as you enter the room, her image captivates your attention in the mirror. the black dress she has on a pulls you towards her, reciprocating the intense attraction you both feel. the attraction that’s most definitely there, but jihyo’s a tease and you’re cautious. she likes that she has you wrapped around her finger. it’s amusing how easily flustered you get around her. 

the sight of her is nothing short of exquisite, and your gaze fixates on the enticing curve of her hips, igniting a subtle pulse in between your legs hunger that has you subconsciously nibbling on your lip. glancing further upwards, you indulge in the sight of her exposed shoulders, showcased gracefully in the mirror's reflection. they exude a provoking attraction, tempting you to succumb to your countless daydreams. you want to explore the softness of her skin, want to leave indelible marks on her delicate collarbones. 

in the midst of your blatant stare, her eyes lock with yours through the mirror, catching you in the act of unabashedly admiring her. she laughs, then she turns around to face you, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. 

“like what you see?” she teases you, making your cheeks burn.  

you clear your throat and pretend to busy yourself by looking into your bag, but manage to respond politely, “i um—sorry. matt let me in, he just left.” 

she starts to step towards you, and you feel yourself gulp unintentionally.  

“mhm, he told me about the sleepover.” she says, then stands inches away from you. using her pointer and thumb, she tilts your chin up and away from the bag hung on your shoulder, intensely gazing at you for a moment before speaking again. “you look remarkable.” 

your breath hitches as you look at her, eyes drilling into yours while you try to stay calm. “t-thank you.” 

she eyes you for a while longer before nodding, then smiles at you like she didn’t just eye fuck you. 

“let’s get going, there’s good parking if we arrive early. less of a hassle for us.” 

all you can do is hum and follow her, afraid of embarrassing yourself from how flustered and inaudible you are. 

- 

the car ride consisted of you trying to not stare at her sharp, defined features the whole time. it was very difficult to not glance here and there, a few times you had your eyes glued on her godly cheekbones and sometimes you even eyed the way her bones would pop out when she turned the wheel.  

during the car ride, you found it increasingly challenging to avert your gaze from her captivating, exquisitely sculpted features. the temptation to steal a glimpse here and there proved irresistible, as her godly cheekbones held your attention.  

at times, you couldn't help but be captivated by the protrusion of her bones as she maneuvered the steering wheel. after eyeing it for too long, jihyo caught you in her peripheral and turned to face you – the light was red anyway – then smiled cheekily. she moved her hand towards your thigh, placing it dangerously close to the dampening area in between your legs. 

“you alright lovely? you seem a little tense.” jihyo asks, rubbing your thigh with her thumb just barely. “something on your mind?” 

you fought back a low whimper before you respond, “i’m fine, thanks.” you try, voice small as she adds more pressure to your skin. you try your best to remain calm and composed, but god it’s so hard when she’s touching you there and like that. “it’s not important, i was just daydreaming.” 

(your daydreaming will be increasingly explicit from now on.) 

the light turns green and jihyo puts her hand back on the wheel as she turns away from you, redirecting her attention on the road. your jaw tenses and you shift in the seat a little, thighs closing and rubbing together. 

jihyo pretends not to notice and fights back a smirk. 

-- 

the two of you would enter the restaurant together with jihyo linking your arms and smiling at you like she didn’t just make you ten times hornier than you already are daily. 

as you enter, you are immediately mesmerized by the extraordinary interior. the lighting casts an enchanting, almost mystical ambiance, wrapping the space in an intimate aura. the arrangement of tables is meticulously planned, each one positioned with precision and attention to detail. the sheer beauty of the place is breathtaking, leaving you in awe. it’s evident that reservations at this place come with a hefty price tag, most definitely surpassing the cost of more than half of your apartment's monthly rent; maybe almost as much as what you and sarah pay together.  

jihyo leans in closer to your ear, lips brushing against your skin and it sends a shiver down your spine. “come lovely, let’s find our seats.” she says, then walks you over with her to the man with slicked back hair and an impossibly perfect posture. he gives you the table number and holds his arm out in the direction of it, then jihyo thanks him with that weirdly arousing voice she has and tugs on your arm lightly. 

there are other men that are scattered around the dining area, they all notice jihyo as soon as she steps in – who wouldn’t? 

she’s stone faced as she walks with you and towards the table, her stern expression unfazed by the stares from men that aren’t accompanied by their respective lovers. though, maybe those with their own lover took a small glimpse. 

you feel a little small, most eyes are on jihyo though a good amount also land on you. it seems that the two of you have taken the attention of the majority, which freaks you much as much as it flatters you. jihyo seems to notice the attention on you too, then subtly brings you closer to her.  

jihyo sits down first and flattens out her outfit before she fixes her hair, then pats down the seat next to her. you sit down and she brings your chair a little closer before leaning towards your ear and speaking again. 

“thank you for coming, i wouldn’t have been able to make it to the table this quickly if it weren’t for you.” 

you hum, then ask, “why is that?” 

“the men here are shameless, they hit on me dinner after dinner.” jihyo sighs, then lowers her voice when she says, “i guess they were too distracted by you. you’re a sight worth skipping dinner for.” 

you gulp, laughing off her suggestive compliment before boldly responding, “i think most would much rather… indulge in you. i get their standpoint, though.”  

as you begin to fix the delicate fabric of your dress, a subtle flicker of surprise dances within jihyo's widened eyes. with her grip on her handbag growing tighter, her gaze shifts towards you, a newfound intensity in her look. you turn to look right back in her eyes, almost challenging her with this new confidence of yours. it’s in this moment that the unspoken connection seems to deepen, the tension drawing you two closer. the allure she now feels towards you, layered with a hint of curiosity and urge to undress you, is palpable yet carefully restrained. 

three more men greet jihyo formally and she smiles forcefully at them before they take their seats and indulge in their own conversation. the menus are handed once everyone settles in and everyone glances at the options. the selection intimidates you; half the dishes incorporate foreign words that you had never heard of.  

jihyo places her hand on your thigh again, this time higher than before. she looks at you with those drilling brown eyes and squeezes a bit.  

“know what you’d like?” 

your breath shakes reluctantly, but you respond with a leveled tone. “yeah, the chicken chasseur.” there’s a ninety percent chance you butchered that pronunciation, half of the reason was because you never really paid attention in your french three class your junior year of high school, and the other half was because jihyo’s fingers started tracing patterns into the flesh of your thigh. 

“right, the chasseur,” she says teasingly, pronouncing it correctly. “that’s one of my favorites.” 

“i see, i’ll definitely like it then.” 

“mhm.”  

the waiter comes by – the same guy with the slicked back hair – he introduces himself in a deep, formal tone. it catches you off guard that his name is so simple: michael. he takes all of your orders, then collects each menu. as soon as he leaves, one of the men at the table attempt to strike up some small talk with jihyo, and she responds with blunt, uninterested answers. the men are left intimidated and out of luck, then try to succeed in initiating a meaningful conversation with you. 

“what was your name dear?” one says, his features implying that he’s not too far off from how old your parents are.  

hesitantly, you respond with a polite “y/n,” before smiling respectfully. he narrows his eyes and smirks before glancing down, it leaves you uneasy. jihyo clears her throat and sends daggers at him with her glare. 

“how are you and your wife, samuel?” she questions, quirking a brow before your waiter arrives with a bottle of white and red wine. the man who’d bee blatantly chekcing out your chest area grimaces, then fakes a smile. 

“we’re doing fine.” he says a little sternly, then halts his attempts at socializing with you. 

you send jihyo a thankful glance, she responds with a grin before swirling the white wine in her glass and giving a sip, then sips. 

“this is good, have some dear.” she says, urging you with a tilt of her head to try some of the identical wine in your own glass. “do you like wine?” 

“kind of, i mean, i never really indulge...” your response gives you a quick flashback of the various cheap selections of alcoholic drinks you’ve downed at house parties you’d attend here and there. you grab your glass and copy what jihyo does – you don’t really know how to sip on wine without it looking like you can’t even afford three sips – then raise your brows in surprise once you get a taste. it's sharp and fruity, much richer than the past drinks you’ve had. 

“good?” jihyo says amusingly, observing your expression. 

“it’s wonderful.” 

she grins at you, then gances around the table hastily. two of the men continue to glance over even as they talk withe ach other, it seems that you two just can’t escape the attention. the appetizers arrive a minute later and the two of you indulge, unable to create any small talk or anything like that with your company. jihyo decides she’s craving a different type of appetizer as soon as she sees you wipe your lip subtly. 

“come with me to the restroom, the main courses won’t be out for a little while.” jihyo insists, then looks around at the men busy with their bread, butter, and various other appetizers that sound too complicated for how they look. “besides, i'd rather be alone with you than surrounded by them for the time being.” 

once again, a tremor of anticipation seeps through you, your breath quivers with a mix of nerves and eagerness. jihyo just get’s bolder by the second. 

although it’s a simple trip to the restroom – a countless number of times you and your friends have scurried off to the comofrting ‘sanctuary’ of the girls’ room for meaningless conversations and minuscule touches of makeup – yet, with jihyo accompanying you now instead of your stupid best friends, your mind is propelled into an intricate labyrinth of scenarios, infused with explicit scenarios that jihyo stars in.  

- 

jihyo gracefully positions herself before the strangely exquisite mirror, which is not only unreasonably large and fancy, but it also manages to delicately enhance her plump lips after applying a fresh coat of lipstick. as she caresses her captivating pout, you become mesmerized by the subtle dance of her lips, gently gliding against each other like silk. she releases her pursed lips with a faint “pop” sound before she looks at you through the mirror. 

“daydreaming again?” jihyo asks. you shake your head and walk over to the sink next to her before fixing your hair for no apparent reason. a smirk tugs at her lip sbefore she turns so that her back is facing you. “zip up my dress for me? seems to have gone loose.” 

without a word, you move your hands over to deftly maneurver the zipper along the length of her dress. the entire tableau unfolds so quickly, though there’s an unexpected intamacy that lingers in the air, seeming slightly out of place but it’s also undeniably enticing. your hold your breath unknowingly. 

“you know y/n,” jihyo starts, your hands still on the zipper. “you’re so easy to rile up, it’s cute.” 

“what?” you respond with disbelief, pretending that her statement isn’t the turth. she turns around and tilts her head, eyes narrowing as she draws her attention down to your lips – now parted – then brings a thumb to graze the bottom lip. 

“c’mon baby, think i didn’t notice how you were in the car?” she chuckles, now moving her fingers down to your chin and moving and pushing down on your chin to tilt your head down just barely. “staring at my chest and all of me so clearly in my own house... darling, do you think i’m a fool?” 

you gulp, her eyes peering into yours and waiting for an answer. you’re absolutely dumbfounded, cheeks burning violently. 

“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to--” 

“oh honey, i'm not against it.” she assures, smiling at you and bringer her hand down to play with the dainty necklace around you rneck. “if anything, i want you just as much as you seem to crave me.” 

“i--” 

she cuts you off, pressing a chaste peck to your lips. when she pulls away, you subconciously lean forward to catch her lips again, whining lowly. jihyo giggles softly before putting her thumb against your lips, adding pressure to halt your eagerness. 

“gosh, you’re adorable.” jihyo says, “i could just ruin your pretty little self right here.” 

“jihyo, please” 

she laughs, pleased, raising her brows and smirking at this new, desperate y/n she’s brought to the surface.  

“tell me how much you want me and i'll let you have more, can you do that?” 

your cheeks are on fire and so are your ears. jihyo pulls away further so she can fully see your face, stroking her knuckles down the curve of your cheek. you swallow shallowly before opening your mouth to speak, but hesitate.  

“c’mon baby, use your words for me. you can do that, can’t you?” 

“yes, yeah,” you sigh, trying to keep your voice stable. jihyo smiles, then presses a haste kiss to your jaw. your breath out shakily, bringing a hand to jihyo’s forearm.  

this has to be a dream, there’s no way matt’s aunt is this close to you – and like this. jihyo's pressing kisses down your jawline and neck, nibbling softly and eliciting sharp breaths. everything feels unreal, it’s so unexpected and you don’t know what to do while she brings a knee in between your legs. 

“i’m going to stop if you don’t tell me what you want pretty girl.” 

you sigh, almost moaning at the way her voice bounces off your skin.  

“someone’s going to walk in...” you mumble, placing your hand on her waist. 

“isn’t that part of the thrill?” jihyo asks, “tell me what you want.” 

“kiss me, please jihyo.” 

“that all?” 

of course it’s not all, you want to be pushed to the point of tears and incoherent sobs – but not here, not now. you can only groan at the untimely situation, wanting jihyo to take your time with you someplace less unorthodox. 

“when we go back... i want you to... do more.” you mumble shyly, watching jihyo move away from your neck so that she’s inches away from your face. her lips curl up into a mischievous smile as she twirls your hair. 

“i’ll take it easy on you for now,” jihyo chuckles, “come here.” 

without hesitation you lean forward, messily and eagerly meeting jihyo’s lips again. the two of you get used to everything and ease into each other’s contact, jihyo leading the way. she tugs on your bottom lip gently and you gasp, which gives her the chance to slide her tongue in and explore your mouth. 

you’ve madeout with girls countless times, but it’s always been messy, rushed, and the only thing you could taste and smell was cheap aochol. your past experiences have been nothing like what’s happening right now. 

you can taste the hints of fruit and slight vanilla in that expensive white wine from earlier, it’s even better when you get to taste it off of jihyo. she tastes divine. she’s so precise and skilled with her tongue and lips, immediately adjusting to the pace of the moment and ultimately leaving your knees weak. jihyo's fucking skilled, she knows what she’s doing and everything feels so goddamn euphoric. 

she pushes you against the marble of the sink area and you moan into her mouth when she squeezes your ass, making her smirk against your lips cheekily. you’re like a puppet in her control, and she knows just the right movements and subtle touches to get you going. 

jihyo pulls away suddenly and you whine, trying to pull her back. she holds you in place firmly, lingering near your lips and chuckling against them.  

“why-- why did you stop?” you ask desperately, pathetically pinching the fabric of her dress tighter.  

“pretty girl, you’ve forgotten where we are haven’t you? the main course might be out.” 

“but jihyo--” 

“listen,” she says sternly, sending a shiver down your spine. a soft smile is displayed, which soothes your nerves after witnessing it. jihyo tucks your hair behind her ear. “let’s make a deal, how about that?” 

“okay,” 

“if you can...” she starts, twirling the hair on the nape of your neck. “...be good for me and stay patient, then i'll reward you when we get back to the house. can you be good for me pretty?” 

a lump forms in your throat, making it difficult to respond. you try your best to do so anyway. 

“mhm, i can.” 

“good. i'd love to ruin you right here, don’t get me wrong, but there’s other guests that expect me to be present.” 

fuck those other guests, you need to take her right here and right now. she can’t just rile you up like this, give you the best makeout session of your life and then end it so abruptly. regardless, she possesses an innate power - she's jihyo. you're completely enthralled and under her control anyway, whether you know it or not. 

she lets out a cold, menacing chuckle and flashes you a provocative grin. she delicately reshapes your disheveled hair and then tends to her own cascade flowing down. you can feel the lingering presnce of her own lips on yours -- slightly swollen and vividly tinted -- and although jihyo remains unfazed by the evidence of her artistry, it's clear she revels in your visible discomposure. if others were to connect the dots, she couldn't care less; if anything, she welcomes it. she's evil, and all you want is more of her. 

so you’ll have to behave for the time being, because who knows what she’s capable of. 

- 

“ah, you’re back park. the food got here ten minutes ago.” samuel says, raising a brow in suspicion.  

the men’s plates are already half eaten, and then there’s two plates that are left untouched on the table. jihyo eyes you, raising her brow before elegantly reaching for her utensils. 

she clears her throat and lies, “lady troubles.” which earns a flush on each of the men’s faces, and a brief apology from samuel. 

the remainder of the dinner becomes utterly unbearable. it’s not just the men engaging in dumb, uninteresting conversations -- which require you to perform an artificial smile, direct focus, and provide meaningless responses - but underneath the table, jihyo teases you. her delicate hand grazes your thigh intermittently. the whole thing is excruciating, causing an overwhelming surge of sexual frustration that genuinely throbs between your legs. the only thing you crave right now is her touch again; you don’t know how many more times you can utter “oh how interesting,” before exploding completely. 

an hour passes and it’s finally time for jihyo to bid her farewells, finally. 

the farewells’ had to take at least ten minutes, since jihyo’s pretty high up there in whatever she does. you never really knew, but it wasn’t your place to ask. 

jihyo unlocks her black porsche, which is remarkably eye-catching, though not as much as the driver. you get in the passenger's side and she’s already inside turning the engine on, one hand on the stick. she backs up smoothly, then gets out of the parking lot quickly. 

the car ride is almost silent for three-quarters, the only thing that pokes at the tension is jihyo’s hand on your thigh. she's driving one handed, it’s a common skill – you drive one handed here and there – but when jihyo does it, your thighs try to ease whatever is going on in between. 

“did you enjoy the meal?” jihyo asks, eyes on the road. 

“yeah, it was great.” 

“mhm,” she hums, then squeezes your flesh a bit. “how was the dessert? did it suit your tastes?” 

you let out a shallow breath, “yeah.” 

“good.” jihyo says, then smiles to herself. “we’re almost home.” 

you can only hum in response, growing impatient. 

jihyo clicks a button and the garage door opens, then drives in slowly. she has to be doing this on purpose, just to test you. you’re going to endure the aching, because at the end of the rainbow there’s always gold, and you’re her good girl. 

when you enter the house, it’s completely dark, then jihyo turns on the light and you have to fight the urge to kiss her again. 

“come,” she orders, turning to walk towards the stairs to the second floor. she's swaying her hips a little on purpose, she must be – or you’re just horny, or both. 

finally, after what seemed like centuries, you make it to her room. she closes the door behind you as you walk in. 

“sit down on the bed for me.” you do as you’re told wihtout hesitation, sitting down on the soft mattress of the king sized bed. the sheets are perfectly set on the bed, so are the blankets and pillows, but something tells you that it won’t be like that by the end of this night. “good girl.” 

she glides towards you, delicately raising your chin and fixing her gaze upon you, like an artist admiring a masterpiece. she revels in the sight of your flushed cheeks, the gentle parting of your lips, and the slight up turn of your brows, all traits that make this vulnerable rendition of you enticingly irresistible. her eyes grow dark, consumed by a yearning that she has now ardently realized; this is what she’s been wanting ever since she first laid eyes on you. 

“clothes off for me sweetheart.” immediately, you start to slip yourself out of the dress. jihyo decides to be generous, helping you out a bit since she’s quite eager herself.  

now, you find yourself perched delicately on the edge of her bed, goosebumps on your skin even as warmth envelops you. you’re nearly exposed, clad only in delicate undergarments that hold jihyo's gaze captive. a sigh escapes her lips, swiftly followed by a mischievous smirk, a telltale sign of her satisfaction.  

jihyo's going to have the meal of her life, nothing she had for dinner that night would ever compare to you. she hasn’t even gotten a taste of your arousal yet, but she already knows. 

“you’re beautiful,” she mutters before closing the distance, kissing you on the lips. you sink into all of it: the hand on your cheek, the knee shifting in between your legs, and simply her touch.  

she maneuvers your body onto the bed, positioning herself on top, ensnaring your legs with her own. with an air of urgency, she kisses you harshly, whisking away the very essence of oxygen from your lungs. she pulls away to see you all hot and heavy, watching the desperate rise and fall of your chest while your eyes meet hers in a gaze brimming with insatiable lust.  

“up,” she mutters, to which to respond by propping yourself on your elbows. she skillfully works away at the clasp of your bra, unclipping it and throwing the garment some place off the bed. “god, you’re so beautiful, you know?” jihyo says before fastening her lips on your neck, sucking violently. 

as your voice becomes stifled, attempting to form words proves worthless under jihyo's intimate touch. she delicately explores your body, her lips grazing your neck, causing shivers to cascade down your spine. the symphony of your helpless moans resonates wonderfully, she just wants every ounce of pleasure you can offer, greedy for all of you. 

“f-fuck, oh my god...” you groan helplessly, squirming under jihyo as her mouth starts to tend to your tits. your hand lands in her hair, gripping tightly as her tongue swirls around your perked up bud. her tongue was great in your mouht, but holy shit it’s ten times better when pushing you near your climax. she hasn’t even touched the ache in between in your legs and you feel like you could cum right then and there. 

jihyo gets up and looks down on you like a predator would with its prey, eyeing your vulnerable, exposed body that she’s ravenous for. there are marks along your neck and chest, jihyo’s artwork looking better than anything a museum could hold. 

she still has her dress on, though it swiftly finds the floor in a few moments. your gaze becomes fixed upon her, witnessing a new prize the further the dress drops down. in the wake of this unveiling, she stands before you, clad only in undergarments—pricey, hot looking ones. your eyes fixate upon her chest and the sight of her tits leaves you wide eyed. the alluring contours of her abdomen draw your attention next, effortlessly accentuating her absolutely unreal, fit body. she leans back slightly and her ass catches your attention, rendering you speechless. everything about her is divine and you find yourself completely engulfed in desire.  

all of this is so unreal and you figure it has to be one of those dreams that gets cut off by the alarm for your morning classes; but no, this is real, it’s especially real as jihyo slides her hand down from the top of your chest to just above your waist. her fingers tease the fabric covering your cunt, tantalizingly grazing it. 

“want me inside baby?” jihyo asks, subtly sticking her fingers under the edges of the fabric. you nod desperately, which makes jihyo laugh. “gosh you’re so wet honey, need me that badly?” she teases, and you can only respond with a weak hum. 

she slides off your panties quickly, you whimper pathetically in response as her skin encounters wetness. 

her fingers glide slowly along your folds, easily moving up and down with how aroused you are. she brings her fingers back to her lips, getting a faint taste as your back subconciously arches against the mattress.  

“want me inside?” 

“please.” 

“beg harder.” jihyo chuckles, moving her fingers back to your pussy and teasing you carelessly as she lightly slides up and down the damp folds.“i won’t let you get it that easy. if you want something i want to hear you say it, sugar.” 

you whine, breathing out through your parted lips.  

“please, i need your fingers inside jihyo,” you sigh, voice all nasally and airy. “i want you to fuck me how you want, just make me cum please, you can have your way with me i don’t care. fuck, i'm all yours.” 

“perfect.” she says, then harshly pushes two fingers into your dripping cunt. your head shoots back into the pillow it’s on and your fingers grip the sheets tightly, the curse you cry out practically echoes throughout the room.  

she pounds into you with those slender fingers, maneuvering skillfully inside and out, curving at the right spots and leaving you breathless. tears form at the corners of your eyes, her other hand holds you down, pushing down on the middle of your torso to keep you from squirming so much. 

the amount of pressure she adds to your clit occasionally renders you weak, you’re a moaning, squirming hot mess and jihyo has never been this turned on in years. 

an indescribable sound escapes your lips, a melodic symphony of affirmation and inclination. jihyo's fingers plunge in and out, in and out – delving deeper into the depths of your core with each intoxicating thrust. she retreats momentarily before venturing even further, introducing a third digit into the hypnotic rhythm.  

i'm fucked. 

there was this sensation of being utterly reinvigorated, inside and out, in the most euphoric way that only your moans could describe. you've never been fucked this good, seriously, you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this turned on and goddamn submissive. it's insane how quick and easy jihyo managed to do it. 

the knot in your stomach seems tighter and you’re about to find out just how goddamn well it feels to come undone because of park fucking jihyo. matt's aunt. 

“f-fuck i'm, hnnh i'm so close--” you whimper, voice dying down in your throat, “p-please,”  

“god you’re so beautiful,” jihyo says right before hitting your clit with her palm as she pushes into you. then, with a stronger arch and near sob, you tighten around her fingers and grip the sheets tightly, clinging on for dear life as you reach your high.  

jihyo pulls her fingers out and massages your clit lightly, still stimulating you as you recover. your legs are shaking, still, and your ribs are exposed as you lay there and breathe heavily.  

“be a good girl for me, y/n, you can do that. you will.” jihyo says before slamming into you again with three digits, making you gasp from surprise and pleasure. you've barely had time to recover, and yet jihyo is torturing you yet again. 

it feels like your pussy is being torn to shreds, you can hear the “squelch” and clap with every point of contact. 

you try to say something – exactly what, jihyo doesn’t know or minds because she’s too infatueted with every jolt and twitch of your body – and then you let out another loud cry that sounds something like “fuck,” before your body goes limp, twitching every now and then.  

she pulls her hand out – dampened with your clear arousal – and gets a taste of her middle and pointer finger. she drags her fingertips up along your torso -- sending a shiver down your spine – then brings her damp fingers to your mouth. 

“open.” 

without hesitation, you comply, tasting your own arousal off her skin by swirling your tongue messily. your eyes lock with hers before you suck, going down to the base of where her fingers connect and sliding up until you get all of your arousal off. 

“good girl.” 

she slides down your body, now she’s facing your cunt directly. you shiver in anticipation, a little scared but for the most part turned on one hundred times more than ever. she presses a sweet kiss to your pussy – quite different from how ruthless she was earlier – before she indulges, making you press the back of your hand against your forehead. 

god her tongue, it’s like it’s made to leave girls like you fighting for air. she holds your thighs, pressing her fingers into your flesh as she absolutely devours you. it's not too long before you feel that same knot in your stomach, and this time to leave you screaming she simply flattens her tongue against your sensitivity and sucks on your clit harshly. 

there's tears on your cheeks now, and more start to trail down as jihyo starts to fuck you dumb again. whatever is leaving your mouth is incoherent, practically gibberish as you squirm around. she forcefully spreads your thighs apart – which says a lot about her stretngth considering how you’re getting fucked into oblivion – keeping oyu in place even as you start to turn your body and roll onto your side desperately.  

“you taste so, mmh, good.” jihyo mumbles, “fuck, this is better than the dessert we had.” 

you can barely comprehend what she’s saying because your minds so goddamn foggy and you’re literally sobbing from how overwhelming everything is. but it feels so good, if she stopped you’d be crying for a different reason rather than pleasure. 

jihyo feels your thighs shake beside her head, then feels a hand on her head gripping her hair tightly and pushing down against your cunt before the trembling stops. the cry you let out stops before it leaves your mouth, so you cum with an airy, choked out sob.  

jihyo's gaze fixates upon your pulsing, swollen cunt – dripping with your sweet arousal. she rises to her knees, gracefully straddling you, drawing her attention to the rise and fall of your chest. your disheveled hair frames your features, adorned with a rosy flush and the remnants of tears. a soft smile dances upon her lips, a testament to the mess she’s made. 

jihyo falls down to your tummy, scattering feathery kisses. she ascends to your chest, your neck, and at last, your lips. you kiss her sloppily, weakly reaching to cup her cheek while she traps your top lip between both of hers. she pulls away and fixes up your hair, then rubs her thumb along your tear stained skin. 

“you did so good for me baby,” she assures, watching you sniffle. “are you alright?” 

“yeah.” you mumble weakly, smiling softly at her. “i just, need to relax.” you chuckle softly before jihyo pecks your lips again. 

“i’ll help you clean up, stay here pretty.” jihyo says, rubbing your rib with her thumb softly. 

-- 

the two of you wake up an hour before lunch the next morning. jihyo rubs your thigh with her hand, massaging it to reduce the soreness. she insists that you two get up since matt is coming over in a few hours and it takes a while for you to get down the stairs without falling – jihyo did a great job, your legs are wobbly and aching– but nonetheless you make it downstairs to the kitchen. 

jihyo lets you set your head on your cross arms over the counter since you’re so drowsy, she laughs and presses a kiss before fetching ingredients for lunch. you watch her with tired eyes; her muscles flex and tense as she assembles the ingredients for the sandwiches, leaving you stupidly mesmerized. 

you get up and stretch your arms out, then walk over to the older woman. a short giggle leaves your lips as you wrap your hands around jihyo’s waist, she laughs wholeheartedly. 

“did you need something?” 

you kiss her head and linger before responding, “no, you just looked good from the back.” 

“i have to cook lunch, matt is coming home in an hour.” jihyo says, turning to face you, lips inches away from yours.  

as you carefully adjust the stovetop temperature to a low, your gaze lands on jihyo, prompting a mischievous smile to play upon your lips. your hands rest on her waist, you turn her body to face you, drawing her nearer with a subtle bite of your lip. jihyo rolls her eyes, a familiar exchange between you both, before your lips meet, you smile into it as you always do. 

jihyo guides you towards the kitchen island, never relenting on the heat of her kisses. an involuntary groan escapes your lips as she playfully bites your lower lip, igniting subtle throbbing sensations in you. her lips, feather-light, wander along your jawline, slowly tracing the curves of your face like a breeze meeting petals of a flower.  

mindful of your pleasure, you tilt your head back, granting her unrestricted access. her tongue traces your sensitive skin, a captivating and sensuous touch that sends shivers down your spine. jihyo has this power of leaving you breathless in seconds. in the moments between kisses, delightful giggles escape jihyo's lips. 

“you’re such a--” another kiss to your jaw, “--tease.” jihyo says unbelievably.  

“and you’re the one who’s ah- enjoying this.” 

jihyo squeezes your ass gently before kissing your lips again, backing you into the marble of the counter and placing her hands on the edge as she smiles into you. 

lost in pleasure and eagerness, the two of oyu fail to hear the sound of the door being unlocked, opened, and then closed. jihyo's hand slides just barely under your shirt, tickling your ribcage with the brush of her fingers. you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her closer, turning your head a little more to get a better taste, to get more of jihyo. 

“um, y/n?” a voice interrupts the two of you, and it’s too familiar.  

it unfolds like a movie scene; you and jihyo turn to find matt standing there, gripping a backpack strap tightly, his visage a mix of appalled and perplexed. in a rush of apprehension, both of you instinctively release each other, striving to create as much distance as possible while smoothing down stray strands of hair and meticulously adjusting wrinkled garments. 

“matt,” jihyo says, trying to recompose herself—but the blush on her cheeks doesn’t die down whatsoever. “you’re home early. i thought you were coming back at 1?” 

“yeah...” he says awkwardly, embarassed and flushed as he tries to avoid any eye contact. “i was just going to say hi and um, work on homework.” 

“alright, i was just making dinner with--” jihyo clears her throat, “y/n.” 

matt looks between the two of you, narrowing his eyes and sighing.  

“how long have you two been... doing this?” 

you and jihyo exchange a look before you decide to speak up this time, “let’s all sit down at the table and talk about this, how about that?” 

now, you’re trying to form the words to explain that you’ve fucked some kid's aunt the night before, and jihyo’s trying to do properly conjure up a sentence that explains the marks on your neck. 

[misanahrs]

urs. — park jihyo.

now playing: urs - niki.

synopsis - jihyo, drawn to the mysterious new bodyguard, fights growing tension and unspoken desire. after you’re injured protecting them, emotions boil over, forcing jihyo to admit—she doesn’t just want safety, she wants you.

pairing - park jihyo x fem reader.

jihyo didn’t know why you got under her skin the way you did.

maybe it was because you were impossible to read, a quiet enigma dressed in black. from the moment you joined their security team, you were different—tall, poised, eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. nayeon had joked that you looked like a spy. momo had tried to make you laugh within the first ten minutes. sana had taken it as a personal mission to tease a reaction out of you.

but you remained unshaken. professional. untouchable.

you were so professional to the point of frustration. not unfriendly, just distant. always standing by the door, always watching. nayeon had even tried to sneak up on you once, and you’d turned to face her before she’d even reached your arm. your reflexes were sharp. impressive. terrifying.

“i’ll do my best to protect you,” you had said on your first day, voice low, unwavering.

and you did.

jihyo had watched as you became a shadow at their side, always a step away, always watching. never intrusive, but never at ease. like you were built to be on high alert. she wondered if you ever let your guard down. if you ever allowed yourself to relax.

but it wasn’t her place to wonder.

except she did. and it only got worse the day she saw you smile.

⸻

jihyo hadn’t been looking for you. not consciously, anyway.

she had just finished a meeting when she walked into the practice room, expecting to see the girls getting ready to leave. instead, her steps faltered.

because there you were—leaning against the wall beside sana, sunglasses pushed up onto your hair, arms crossed, body tilted just slightly toward her in a way that felt… natural. comfortable. intimate.

but the worst part, the part that made jihyo’s stomach twist in a way she refused to acknowledge, was your mouth.

you were smiling.

not a smirk. not a polite, barely-there curve of your lips. no, this was real. soft. quiet. something she had never seen on you before. sana whispered something in your ear, giggling, and your shoulders shook with barely contained laughter.

jihyo felt something sharp lodge itself in her chest.

she turned away before either of you could notice her standing there.

she wasn’t sure what unsettled her more—the fact that you were smiling, or the fact that it wasn’t for her.

jihyo had never seen you smile before.

and she hated how it made her stomach twist.

she forced herself to shake it off, ignore the way her chest felt too tight. it was stupid. it was nothing.

⸻

when she heard you were the one accompanying sana to paris, she felt ridiculous for the way her pulse spiked.

it was fine. it didn’t mean anything. you were a bodyguard, not hers, not anyone’s in particular. you were simply doing your job—doing what you were told. it shouldn’t matter.

but when she saw the headlines a few days later, she knew she had been lying to herself.

“twice bodyguard physically removes stalker at paris fashion week”

the video was everywhere. grainy footage, but jihyo still watches it all—more than once.

the sasaeng had been lingering outside the event, eyes locked onto sana, moving closer every time she shifted. she had looked uncomfortable, her usual smile strained, her fingers tightening around the clutch in her hand.

you had noticed.

jihyo saw it—the slight shift in your stance, the way your body tensed as sana took a step back.

and then it happened too fast.

the man grabbed sana’s wrist, fingers pressing into her skin, leaning in to whisper something in her ear.

jihyo didn’t even have time to register her own anger before she saw you move.

one second you were standing at sana’s side, the next you had the man’s arm twisted behind his back, shoving him away with so much force that he stumbled. jihyo couldn’t hear what you said to him, but whatever it was made him blanch, made him scurry off like the coward he was.

but the next clip made something tighten in her chest.

you were walking into the hotel, shoulders squared, expression unreadable, but there was blood on your knuckles. a thin cut on your cheekbone.

jihyo’s fingers clenched around her phone.

it was concern, she told herself. concern for you, concern for the fact that you had gotten hurt on their behalf.

so why did it feel like something else?

⸻

she didn’t mean to overhear the conversation when you got back to korea.

she had been passing by one of the smaller meeting rooms in the building when she heard your voice inside, low and even—justifying yet somehow simultaneously belittling the situation. “it wasn’t a big deal.”

“you hit a wall,” the manager’s voice was sharp.

jihyo frowned.

“he wouldn’t back off,” you said, tone clipped. “even after i put distance between them, he kept pushing. he said some things that made her uncomfortable, and he tried to grab her again. i had to make it clear that he was not going to get away with it.”

silence.

“so you put him on the ground,” the manager said flatly, sighing.

jihyo could almost hear your shrug. “i did what i had to do.”

“and the injury?”

“he tried to swing at me. i dodged, but i hit the corner of a wall. it’s fine.”

jihyo felt something warm curl in her chest—something she didn’t want to name.

she walked away before she could hear anything else, yet she couldn’t shake off the thought of you protecting her from whatever dilemma presented itself.

⸻

she wasn’t expecting to find you in the dressing room that night.

the shoot had wrapped early, and she had gone back to grab something she had left behind.

but you were there, sitting on the couch, rolling up the sleeve of your black shirt.

jihyo froze.

you hadn’t noticed her yet. your focus was on your hands, fingers carefully unwinding a bloodied bandage from around your knuckles. your jaw was tight, a faint crease between your brows.

she should say something. she should leave.

but she couldn’t move.

the way you sat, posture slightly more relaxed than usual, forearms tense as you worked with precision—it was different from the way you carried yourself in front of them. your guard was still up, but there was something raw here, something real.

you exhaled softly, reaching for fresh gauze.

jihyo swallowed, throat suddenly dry.

her eyes traced the cut along your cheekbone, the faint bruising beneath your knuckles.

she wanted to know what those hands would feel like on her. in her.

she wanted to know what it would take to make you lose control.

you finally looked up, noticing her.

your expression didn’t change. but your eyes did, just slightly, just enough that she caught the flicker of surprise before you masked it. “you’re back early,” you murmured.

jihyo’s pulse was loud in her ears.

she nodded, stepping closer before she could stop herself.

“you should be at the hospital.”

your lips twitched, the closest thing to amusement she had ever seen from you. “it’s just a scratch.” and once again, jihyo thought, belittling the situation with a small smile.

jihyo clenched her jaw.

the tension between you was thick, suffocating.

her fingers itched to touch you, to trace the bruises, to feel the heat of your skin.

she swallowed hard.

“let me help,” she murmured, reaching for the bandage.

your fingers brushed against hers, and jihyo felt it like a shock down her spine.

you inhaled, barely, but she caught it.

for the first time since she met you, your guard was down.

and jihyo was going to take full advantage of it.

jihyo was going to make her desires come true.

jihyo’s fingers closed around the bandage, but she didn’t move to take it from you just yet.

you didn’t pull away either.

the room was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the lights overhead, the soft rasp of your breath.

jihyo’s gaze flickered to your face, tracing the sharp line of your jaw, the way your lips parted just slightly as you studied her.

your eyes, normally so unreadable, had shifted.

she wasn’t sure if it was the dim lighting or the tension thrumming between you, but there was something different in them. something dark, something hungry.

jihyo’s pulse hammered in her throat.

she knew that look.

her fingers tightened around the bandage, her other hand hovering just above your wrist.

“you’re always so careful, y/n” she murmured, voice softer than she intended. “so controlled.”

you didn’t answer.

jihyo tilted her head, her lips curving slightly as she let her fingertips ghost over the bruised skin of your knuckles.

she felt the way your breath caught.

slowly, deliberately, she traced the edge of the fresh gauze, barely touching, just enough to feel the heat of your skin beneath her fingertips.

your jaw flexed.

jihyo exhaled, low and steady, watching the way your shoulders tensed, the way your fingers curled just slightly against your thigh.

“you’re tense,” she noted, pretending to be unaware of the very obvious effect she was having on you.

you gave a short, humorless huff, shifting your gaze away.

jihyo let her hand trail up your forearm, dragging the tips of her acrylics lightly against the fabric of your sleeve before stopping just shy of your elbow.

you inhaled sharply. “jihyo,” you said, voice low, edged with something she couldn’t quite place.

“yes?” she smiled, tilting her head.

your fingers twitched, like you were fighting the urge to grab her wrist, to stop her from teasing you any further.

she kind of wanted you to.

“do you always push people like this?” you asked, exhaling through your nose.

jihyo hummed, letting her fingers drift just a little higher.

“only when i want something.”

the words hung heavy between you, sinking into the charged silence like a stone dropped into deep water.

jihyo could feel the tension thrumming between you, could see the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed hard.

you were holding yourself back.

and she was curious—achingly curious—about what would happen if you didn’t.

“you’ve been watching me,” she murmured, pressing just a little closer, enough that she could see the flicker of hesitation in your eyes. “haven’t you?”

you didn’t answer immediately. but you didn’t deny it either.

jihyo’s smile widened, slow and knowing.

“i think,” she mused, tilting her head, “that you’re just as curious about me as i am about you.”

your fingers twitched again.

jihyo could see it now, the restraint in your posture, the way your entire body was wound tight, like a coil on the verge of snapping.

you exhaled slowly, deliberately, before your eyes finally met hers again—steady, unwavering.

“jihyo,” you said again, her name like gravel in your throat, rough and quiet.

and then, finally, you did what she had been waiting for.

your hand caught her wrist, stopping her teasing touches, holding her firmly but not harshly and jihyo’s breath hitched, lowkey wishing you would hold her tighter.

your grip was warm, solid, your fingers pressing just enough to send heat curling through her stomach.

for a long, charged moment, neither of you moved.

jihyo licked her lips, watching the way your eyes darkened as you tracked the movement—your grip tightening just slightly.

“be careful,” you murmured, voice lower than before.

jihyo let out a slow breath, deliberately shifting her wrist in your grasp, feeling the strength in your fingers, the quiet power coiled beneath your skin.

“or what?” she challenged, her voice barely above a whisper.

your jaw clenched.

and then, finally, your control snapped.

with a fluid motion, you pulled her closer, forcing her to stumble just slightly, until she was standing between your legs, until your faces were close—too close, close enough that she could feel your breath against her lips.

jihyo’s breath hitched.

your other hand came up, fingertips brushing against her waist—light, barely there, like you were still holding back, still unsure.

jihyo wasn’t.

she leaned in, closing the last bit of space between you, lips hovering just over yours.

“i don’t think you want me to be careful,” she whispered.

and then she kissed you.

⸻

your lips were warm, firm, and for the briefest second, you didn’t move—frozen, caught between restraint and desire.

but then you exhaled, a sharp sound against her mouth, and your grip on her wrist tightened.

jihyo barely had time to register the shift before you were kissing her back, deep and consuming, like you had been holding back for far too long.

her pulse roared in her ears.

your other hand, the one that had been hovering at her waist, finally settled, fingers spreading against the fabric of her shirt. you pulled her closer, just enough that she could feel the tension in your body, the quiet strength you carried so effortlessly.

jihyo’s head spun.

you kissed like you did everything else—calculated, controlled, precise. but there was something else there, something underneath the composure, something rough and raw and hungry.

jihyo wanted more of it.

her hands moved before she could think, one sliding up the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, the other pressing against your shoulder. she could feel the tension in your muscles, the way you held yourself taut even as your lips parted against hers.

she wanted to unravel you.

so she tilted her head, deepening the kiss, pressing closer, until she could feel your breath hitch, until she felt the faintest tremor in your grip.

and then—

you pulled back.

jihyo let out a sharp breath, eyes fluttering open just in time to see you looking at her, gaze dark, unreadable.

her lips tingled, swollen from the force of the kiss, and she could still feel the warmth of your hands on her.

but you didn’t move.

“jihyo,” you murmured, voice low, steady despite the tension humming between you.

her heart pounded against her ribs.

you were looking at her like you were trying to decidewhether to pull her back in or push her away.

jihyo wasn’t sure which she wanted more.

her breath was uneven, her pulse a steady, insistent thrum beneath her skin. you had kissed her like you had been holding yourself back for months—controlled but hungry, precise but desperate. and now, with the way you were looking at her, like she was something dangerous, something you weren’t sure you should want—god, it made her burn.

your fingers twitched against her waist, like you wanted to let go but couldn’t bring yourself to.

jihyo swallowed, gaze locked onto yours, lips still tingling with the ghost of your kiss.

she licked them slowly, deliberately, watching the way your jaw clenched.

“what?” she asked, her voice softer than before, edged with something knowing.

your grip tightened—just barely, just enough that she felt the heat of your palm through her shirt.

jihyo let herself lean in again, not quite kissing you, just close enough to make you feel it.

you exhaled sharply, like you were struggling to keep yourself in check.

“this isn’t—” you started, but your voice was hoarse, unsteady in a way she had never heard before, all because of her—giving her a slight ego boost.

jihyo’s lips brushed against yours again, feather-light, teasing. “isn’t what?”

you were silent.

jihyo smiled, slow and dangerous.

she liked this—this tension, this push and pull, the way you were usually so unreadable but now? now you were struggling. now your restraint was breaking, unraveling thread by thread beneath her hands.

“you kissed me back,” she murmured, tracing her fingers along the collar of your shirt, feeling the way your breath shuddered beneath her touch. “you can’t take it back now.” your throat bobbed and jihyo tilted her head, waiting, giving you the chance to pull away, to stop this before it went any further.

but you didn’t.

and that was all she needed.

jihyo moved without hesitation, kissing you again, this time with intention—with purpose.

and this time, you didn’t hold back.

your hands gripped her tighter, pulling her flush against you, and when you kissed her, it was different—no hesitation, no restraint, just raw heat.

jihyo gasped into your mouth, hands sliding up your shoulders, pressing closer, closer, until there was nothing between you but the heat of your skin and the rapid beat of your hearts.

you kissed her like you were making up for lost time, like you had been waiting for this just as long as she had.

and god, jihyo was going to ruin you for it.

she shifted, pushing you back against the couch, straddling your lap in one fluid motion, barely giving you time to react before she was pressing her weight against you, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, nails dragging against the smooth, warm skin of your stomach.

you groaned softly, almost inaudibly, but jihyo heard it.

she smiled against your lips.

“not so composed now, are you?” she murmured, voice edged with amusement.

your fingers flexed against her hips.

“jihyo,” you warned, but there was no real threat in your tone, only heat, only need.

jihyo smirked, leaning down, lips brushing the line of your jaw, the shell of your ear.

“tell me you don’t want this,” she whispered, voice like silk, like sin.

you didn’t answer.

your silence was enough.

jihyo exhaled, slow and satisfied.

she had spent months wondering what it would take to make you break.

and now, she finally had her answer.

jihyo smirked, the heat of your silence wrapping around her like a vice, tightening, thrilling. she had you. she knew it.

your fingers twitched against her hips, your chest rising and falling in a slow, measured rhythm, like you were trying to steady yourself, like you were trying to regain even an ounce of the control she had so effortlessly stripped from you.

but jihyo wasn’t done playing with you yet.

she rolled her hips, just barely, a slow, deliberate shift of weight that sent heat rushing through both of you.

your breath hitched—so quiet, so barely there that most people wouldn’t have caught it. but jihyo did.

her smirk deepened.

“you’re holding back,” she mused, her voice a soft purr against your ear. “why?”

your fingers flexed, gripping her tighter, but you still didn’t move.

jihyo dragged her lips down the column of your throat, a slow, lazy trace of heat, lingering just long enough to feel the way your pulse thrummed against her mouth.

“i thought you were supposed to be the tough one,” she teased, nails tracing absent patterns against your shoulder. “but here you are, letting me do whatever i want.”

you inhaled sharply.

jihyo pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes again, her expression knowing, triumphant.

and then—

you moved.

before she could process it, your hands were gripping her thighs, strong and unwavering, and then suddenly, the world shifted.

jihyo let out a breathless gasp as you stood, lifting her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around your waist, her fingers gripping your shoulders as you carried her across the room.

your pace was steady, unhurried, every step a quiet, deliberate statement.

jihyo’s heart pounded.

you didn’t stop until you reached the vanity, until you set her down against the cool surface of the makeup desk, standing between her legs, your hands firm against her thighs, holding her there.

jihyo blinked, breathless, her smirk faltering for the first time.

you looked at her then, eyes dark, gaze heavy, something unreadable burning beneath the surface.

you leaned in, just enough that your lips hovered inches from hers, close enough that she could feel your breath against her skin.

“you like teasing, don’t you?” your voice was low, steady, a quiet edge laced beneath the calm.

jihyo swallowed.

your fingers traced the hem of her shirt, slow, barely there, the same way she had tormented you moments ago.

“you think you’re in control,” you murmured, your lips brushing the corner of her jaw, featherlight, teasing.

jihyo shivered.

your hand slid up her thigh, stopping just short of where she wanted you most.

her fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, her breathing uneven.

you smirked against her skin, lips ghosting over her ear.

“but you’re not.”

jihyo’s breath hitched.

and suddenly, she wasn’t so sure who had the upper hand anymore.

jihyo swallowed hard, her entire body thrumming with heat, tension coiling deep in her stomach as your words sank into her skin.

she was always in control. always the one leading, teasing, pushing.

but now—

your fingers pressed just a little tighter against her thighs, your lips tracing the shell of her ear with devastating precision, your voice smooth, composed, laced with quiet dominance.

now, she wasn’t sure of anything.

jihyo’s fingers clenched around the fabric of your shirt, searching for something solid, something to ground herself, but all she found was you—unwavering, steady, the same way you always were. except now, instead of standing stoically in the background, you were here, between her legs, teasing her like you had been waiting for this moment just as long as she had.

your thumb brushed a slow, torturous line along her inner thigh, barely there, just enough to send a fresh wave of heat crashing through her.

jihyo exhaled shakily.

you hummed, pleased, tilting your head as your lips hovered just over hers, not touching, just close enough to make her ache.

“you were saying?” you murmured, your voice impossibly low, impossibly steady.

jihyo’s breath caught.

you were toying with her now.

she could see it in the slight smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, in the way your hands stayed firm but teasing, in the infuriating patience in your gaze.

it wasn’t fair.

jihyo wet her lips, watching as your eyes flickered down, tracking the movement.

two could play this game.

with a slow, deliberate shift, she rolled her hips, just enough to meet your touch, just enough to break your composure.

your jaw tensed.

jihyo smirked.

“you’re holding back again,” she murmured, voice thick with challenge, with anticipation.

your fingers flexed against her thighs.

jihyo leaned in, her lips grazing your jaw, teasing the way you had teased her.

“what are you afraid of?” she whispered.

and that—

that was what did it.

before she could say anything else, your hands tightened, your body pressing fully against hers, pinning her to the vanity in one fluid motion.

jihyo gasped softly, her smirk slipping as your grip turned just a little more possessive, just a little more demanding.

“you talk too much,” you murmured, lips brushing the corner of her mouth, teasing, taunting.

jihyo barely had time to respond before you kissed her again, deep, consuming, stripping her of whatever control she had left.

and this time, she wasn’t sure she wanted it back.

jihyo barely had time to process before your hands moved—gripping her thighs tighter, pulling her closer, pressing her against the cool surface of the vanity until there was nowhere left for her to go.

this wasn’t like before.

before, you had been measured, composed, teasing her in the same way she had teased you. but now—

now, you were in control.

your lips moved against hers with purpose, deep and demanding, fingers pressing into her skin, your body flush against hers, leaving her no room to think, no space to do anything but feel.

jihyo was drowning in it, in you.

you dragged your hands up her sides, slow and deliberate, slipping beneath the fabric of her shirt, your fingers tracing fire against her skin.

jihyo shivered, her breath stuttering against your mouth.

you smirked against her lips.

“not so confident now, are you?” you murmured, voice edged with amusement.

jihyo’s nails dug into your shoulders, her frustration mixing with the heat curling low in her stomach.

you were enjoying this.

enjoying the way she was unraveling beneath you, the way she had pushed and pushed—only to find herself backed against the vanity, completely at your mercy, waiting for you to pleasure her.

you leaned in, lips ghosting along her jaw, down the column of her throat, slow, teasing.

jihyo let out a shaky breath, tilting her head slightly, giving you more access before she even realized what she was doing—your lips curved against her skin.

“you like this,” you murmured, your voice dark, satisfied.

jihyo clenched her jaw, refusing to give you the satisfaction of a verbal response.

but then—

your hands tightened, thumbs tracing slow, maddening circles against her hips, your lips dragging lower, pressing against the sensitive spot just below her ear.

jihyo inhaled sharply, her grip on your shirt tightening.

your smirk deepened.

“you can admit it. i won’t hold it against you,” you whispered, your breath warm against her skin. “maybe.”

jihyo exhaled, slow, unsteady.

you were insufferable. but you were so, so attractive.

and god, she wanted more.

your hands slid further beneath her shirt, nails scraping lightly against her ribs, the sensation sending a shiver straight through her.

jihyo’s breath hitched, her resolve slipping, cracking under the weight of your touch.

you knew exactly what you were doing.

and for the first time, she wasn’t the one in control.

you tilted your head, lips brushing her ear.

“tell me,” you murmured, your voice impossibly low, impossibly steady.

jihyo swallowed, her fingers tightening around your shirt, her entire body burning.

you were waiting, patient, knowing.

jihyo wet her lips, her breath uneven.

she could fight it—could push back, could try to reclaim control.

but instead, she exhaled, eyes fluttering shut as she finally—finally—gave in.

“…i like it.”

your smirk was the last thing she registered before your lips crashed against hers again, stealing whatever air she had left.

deep. passionate. sensual.

jihyo was sure she had never been kissed like this before.

your lips moved to her jawline, inching downwards with every kiss, lick, suck you did before pulling away to look at her narrowed eyes, hands on the hem of her shirt, silently requesting permission.

with a nod of her head, her shirt was being tugged over her head, revealing her chest clad in a black lace bra.

and jihyo noticed—noticed the way your eyes darkened at the sight of them, noticed the way you bit the inside of your cheek, noticed the way your fingers pressed into her plush thighs even more—so she brought her hand to her back and undid the clasp before shrugging off the fabric, her other hand moving to the back of your head and pushing you into her breasts.

⸻

the car ride was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the space between you and jihyo. she was lost in her thoughts, occasionally glancing at her phone. then, the sound of her ringtone broke the silence. “excuse me,” she said softly, glancing at the caller id before answering.

“hey, jihyo! how’s everything going?” the voice on the other end of the line asked brightly.

jihyo smiled, her posture relaxing slightly. “oh, hey! everything’s great, actually. had a really good night, so i’m feeling great today.”

you couldn’t help but notice the subtle shift in her tone, the way she spoke. it was almost like she was glowing.

“ohh, sounds like someone had a bit of fun,” her friend teased, a laugh in their voice.

jihyo’s smile widened, though she kept her voice light. “yeah, i guess you could say that.”

you raised an eyebrow, curious but choosing to stay silent.

after a few more casual words, the phone call ended, and jihyo tucked her phone back into her bag, her fingers lingering for a moment as she sighed contentedly.

as the car started moving again, you glanced over at her, a sly smile curling on your lips. “so, good night, huh?” you said, the words casual but laced with something playful.

jihyo turned to you, a small but knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

you leaned back in your seat, your tone light, almost teasing. “nothing. just seems like you’re in a… particularly good mood. a little too good, maybe.”

jihyo’s eyes narrowed slightly, but there was still that glimmer of amusement in them. “oh, please. don’t start.”

you smirked, glancing at her again. “what can i say? you’re always so… desperate for attention.”

jihyo’s smile faltered for just a second, her gaze flickering towards you, before she quickly recovered. “you’re one to talk,” she shot back, her tone still playful.

“me?” you said, raising an eyebrow, “i’m just observing.”

jihyo let out a soft laugh, but the tension between you both had shifted again, now lighter, more teasing. there was something almost unspoken hanging in the air. you both knew the unspoken dynamic between you—always dancing around each other, always testing boundaries.

and today, it seemed, the game was just beginning.

⸻

the night buzzed with energy as twice made their way through the crowded venue, the flashing lights and excited chatter creating a lively atmosphere. you hung back a little, keeping an eye on everything and everyone around you. the girls were in high spirits, but you remained focused, as always.

as they walked down the hallway toward the stage, you noticed joy from red velvet rushing past, her dress getting caught on a lighting fixture. she stumbled, trying to free herself but only getting more tangled in the fabric, gradually tugging her strapless dress down further and further each time. you stepped forward, instinctively reaching out to steady her before the situation could escalate. without thinking, you shrugged off your blazer and draped it over her shoulders to cover the wardrobe malfunction.

“oh my god, thank you so much,” joy said, looking relieved. her fingers brushed against your arm as she adjusted the blazer, flashing you a smile that was a bit too warm. “you really saved me there.”

you gave a small, polite smile, though you kept your distance. “it’s no problem,” you replied, voice even.

joy seemed to linger a little longer than necessary, a playful smile on her lips. “you look great in that outfit. maybe you should wear it more often, or… we could grab a coffee sometime?” she said, her voice teasing but with a flirtatious edge, her hand squeezing your bicep.

before you could respond, sana spoke up from behind you, her voice teasing as she looked at the two of you. “well, well, seems like someone’s caught your attention,” nayeon said, nudging the others who were walking behind her.

sana smirked. “they’d look good together, don’t you think?” she added, glancing at you both with a playful grin.

jihyo, who had been walking beside them, glanced over. her expression was neutral, but there was something unreadable in her eyes as she observed the interaction.

“they do,” momo agreed, her voice light and teasing. “maybe you two should go out for dinner after this?”

jihyo said nothing, her eyes flickering briefly between you and joy. she didn’t react outwardly, but the air seemed to thicken for a moment.

sana, enjoying the tease, added, “i can see it now. a cute couple in the making. what do you think, jihyo?”

jihyo quickly cleared her throat, flashing a tight, polite smile. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said with a casual tone, though her gaze moved away from you almost immediately.

joy, sensing the light teasing, smiled at you again before turning to head off with her group, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

you didn’t show any discomfort, shrugging off the interaction with ease. “well, that was interesting,” you muttered dryly, your tone almost bored.

jihyo, still quiet, nodded vaguely. “yeah,” she replied, her voice flat.

the teasing stopped, but the subtle shift in the air remained. you couldn’t help but notice how calm and collected you were in contrast to jihyo’s reserved response.

⸻

the bathroom was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above. you stood in front of the mirror, touching up your appearance and checking up on the scratch ok your cheekbone, while the faint sounds of the award show continued outside. you had only just entered when the door swung open behind you, and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

jihyo.

she stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. her footsteps were calculated, deliberate, and the tension in the air was palpable. you glanced at her reflection in the mirror, noting the tight set of her jaw and the way her eyes didn’t quite meet yours.

“you know,” she said, her voice steady but cold, “you’re getting awfully comfortable with other idols.”

you didn’t respond immediately, finishing what you were doing before turning to face her. your expression was neutral, unreadable.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, your voice calm but edged with something darker beneath the surface.

jihyo’s gaze flickered to the floor before locking onto you again, her brow furrowing slightly. “don’t play dumb,” she muttered. “you know what i’m talking about.”

you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “i don’t know what you’re referring to,” you replied coolly, your tone giving nothing away. “i was just helping someone out. nothing more, nothing less.”

“helping someone out?” jihyo scoffed, her voice a little louder now as she stepped closer to you. “is that what you call it? draping your blazer over her and looking at her like that? do you think we didn’t notice?”

you could see the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. you didn’t answer right away, just watched her with a calm gaze. you were getting used to this—this subtle tension between you, this push and pull. but something about tonight felt different.

“you’re jealous,” you said quietly, your voice low but carrying an almost dangerous undertone.

jihyo stiffened, her lips pressing into a thin line as she stared at you. “i’m not jealous,” she said quickly, but the way her eyes flickered to the door and back to you betrayed her. “i just think it’s… inappropriate.”

you tilted your head slightly, not buying her words. “inappropriate?” you repeated. “so, it’s inappropriate for me to be friendly, to help someone when they’re in need? or is it just because she’s… a woman?”

jihyo took a small step forward, her eyes narrowing. “i’m not saying that,” she snapped, her voice rising. “but don’t pretend like you didn’t enjoy it. the attention, the flirtation. you know exactly what she was doing, and you played along.

you shrugged, uncrossing your arms and leaning against the wall. “i didn’t play along with anything. i was just being polite. if you want to believe something else, that’s on you.”

jihyo’s breath hitched, and for a moment, you saw the frustration flash across her face, a crack in her usually composed exterior. “it’s not just tonight,” she said quietly, her voice a little softer now, but still filled with tension. “it’s… it’s always. you always seem so distant, so detached. but when someone else pays attention to you, it’s like you suddenly care. it bothers me.”

the words hung in the air for a moment, and you could feel the weight of them settle between you. the silence was thick, filled with something unspoken, something that neither of you had ever fully addressed. your eyes locked with hers in the mirror, and for a moment, there was no escaping the raw emotion that simmered beneath the surface.

“you’re making this harder than it needs to be,” you said finally, your voice almost too calm. “i’m not here to play games or cause drama. i’m doing my job. that’s it.”

jihyo swallowed, her hands clenched at her sides, her expression unreadable. but the way her eyes softened for a brief second, the way her shoulders relaxed, told you everything you needed to know. she didn’t know how to deal with this—whatever this was between you.

you pushed off from the counter, standing up straight as you took a step toward her. the tension in the room was thick, and you could feel the heat between you, a crackling energy that neither of you could quite ignore anymore.

“look,” you said, your voice quieter now, but still firm, “if you’re upset about me helping her out, fine. but i’m not going to apologise for doing the right thing. you’re reading too much into it.”

jihyo’s eyes flashed with something—anger, frustration, maybe even regret—but she didn’t back away. instead, she stepped forward as well, closing the distance between you both.

“it’s not just about that,” she replied, her voice almost a whisper now. “it’s about you.”

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, the words sinking in, though you didn’t immediately respond. “what do you mean by that?”

jihyo swallowed hard, her gaze drifting downward for a moment before returning to meet yours. “it’s like… no matter what i do, i can’t get close to you. you push everyone away. i try, and you act like nothing matters.” her voice cracked just slightly, but she regained control quickly, forcing her next words out. “i care about you. and i hate that you can’t see it.”

there it was, the raw emotion she’d been holding back. it was a shock, hearing it all laid bare like that, so vulnerable and exposed. for a moment, the anger, the tension—all of it seemed to dissipate, leaving behind something much deeper.

you stood in front of her, the silence between you stretching out. you hadn’t expected this, not like this.

“jihyo,” you started, your voice softer now, but still guarded, “you don’t get it, do you? it’s not about anyone else. it’s about me—i’m the one who’s hard to get close to. i’m the one who’s been holding everything back.”

jihyo’s lips parted, her eyes searching yours as if trying to make sense of it. “why?” she asked quietly.

you took another step closer, the distance now barely existent between you. “because i’m not sure what would happen if i let you in. and that scares me.”

her breath hitched, and for a split second, you could see her fighting to maintain control. but you could feel it, the pull between you both, undeniable.

“you’re scared?” she whispered, voice barely above a breath.

“yeah,” you replied, almost too quietly, your gaze flicking to her lips before locking with her eyes again. “scared of what it might do to both of us.”

jihyo looked down, her hands still clenched tightly at her sides. you could see the way she was processing everything, the battle of emotions playing across her face. she opened her mouth to say something, but before she could, the bathroom door creaked open slightly, a sound that brought both of you back to reality.

“we should probably get back,” you muttered, your voice breaking the heavy silence.

jihyo didn’t respond immediately, still standing there, her expression unreadable, but her eyes lingered on you for just a moment longer. there was so much left unspoken, so much still hanging in the air.

“yeah,” she said finally, her voice distant, though it was laced with something softer than before. “we should.”

as you both made your way back out of the bathroom, the weight of the conversation still clung to you, the tension unresolved. but something had shifted—something that neither of you could deny anymore.

⸻

the day had been long, draining in the way these schedules always were, but your focus never wavered. you were trained for this—watching, anticipating, stepping in before anything could happen.

the chaos of screaming fans and flashing cameras had become white noise to you, something you had learned to filter out, but something about today felt different.

a tension lingered in the air, an unease you couldn’t shake.

you stayed close behind sana as she moved through the crowd, her usual bright smile present, but you could tell she was a little uncomfortable. the people around her weren’t just fans—there were some who felt different, who stared too long in ways that didn’t seem completely innocent, who moved too deliberately. you were already on edge when you noticed him.

he was following too closely. his eyes never left sana, and unlike the others, he wasn’t reaching for autographs or pictures—just her. your grip on your earpiece tightened as you subtly shifted, stepping between them without making a scene.

then sana flinched.

it was small, barely noticeable, but you caught it immediately. his hand had grazed her back, fingers lingering too long, and something in you snapped.

“don’t touch her.” your voice was low, controlled, but firm enough that sana looked up at you in surprise.

the sasaeng just smirked. “what, i can’t say hi to her?” his tone was light, mocking, as if he knew exactly what he was doing. his eyes flickered to you, then back to sana, and something dark passed through his gaze as they narrowed.

you stepped fully in front of her now, body tense, ready. “i won’t say it again.”

he clicked his tongue, feigning innocence. “relax, bodyguard. she doesn’t mind, do you, sana?” his voice was too casual, too confident, like he thought he was untouchable.

sana didn’t answer—she just stepped back, her body language making it clear she was uncomfortable—nervousness etched into every corner of her face.

and that was enough for you.

you moved before he could react, grabbing his wrist with one hand and shoving him back with the other. the smirk dropped from his face as he stumbled, his shoulder colliding hard with the wall. for a moment, there was silence—shock rippling through the air—but then he lunged.

you barely had time to react before his fist came flying toward you.

you ducked, narrowly avoiding the hit, and countered with a sharp sucker punch to his ribs. he grunted, stumbling back, but he was fast—too fast. he recovered quickly, swinging again, this time catching you across the cheek once and then your ribs. pain flared, but you didn’t let it stop you.

your body moved on instinct, years of training kicking in. you drove your elbow into his stomach, using his momentary loss of breath to grab the front of his shirt and slam him back against the wall.

“you think you can touch her?” your voice was dangerously low now, barely above a whisper, but it carried enough weight to make him freeze.

his breathing was ragged, eyes wild, but before he could respond, security rushed in, pulling him from your grip.

you staggered back, your side aching, your cheek burning, but you ignored it. your attention snapped back to sana, who was staring at you with wide eyes. she looked shaken, but safe. and that was all that mattered.

“are you okay?” you asked, voice softer now.

she nodded slowly, glancing between you and the sasaeng, who was now being dragged away. “are you?” her eyes flickered to the cut on your cheek, the way you were holding your side.

“i’m fine.” it was a lie, but she didn’t call you out on it. instead, she exhaled shakily, stepping closer.

“thank you,” her voice was quiet, but full of sincerity. “really.”

you smiled softly and nodded, the adrenaline still coursing through you, making it hard to process anything else. but in the back of your mind, you knew this wasn’t over.

because jihyo was going to find out. and you had no idea how she was going to react.

⸻

jihyo had been waiting in the van for you, her phone in hand as she absentmindedly scrolled through messages from the managers. the schedule had been tiring, but she wasn’t thinking about that. she was thinking about you. wondering if she had pushed too hard the night before, if the confrontation had been too much. she had noticed the way you avoided her gaze after—had felt the tension shift into something unspoken.

but that thought vanished the moment the van door slid open, and instead of you stepping in, a different bodyguard took your place.

jihyo frowned instantly, sitting up. “where’s y/n?”

the bodyguard, a newer recruit, looked momentarily uncomfortable before clearing his throat. “she was injured during sana’s schedule,” he said, keeping his voice even, professional, as if that wouldn’t send a wave of cold panic through jihyo’s chest.

her stomach twisted. “what do you mean injured?”

“there was an altercation with a sasaeng,” he continued. “she stepped in to protect sana. security handled it, but y/n got hurt in the process.”

jihyo’s fingers clenched around her phone. “how bad?”

the bodyguard hesitated, and that hesitation made her pulse spike. “she insisted she was fine,” he finally said, “but she was taken back to jyp to be checked over.”

jihyo barely registered anything after that. she wasn’t sure what was worse—the fact that you were hurt, or the fact that you hadn’t told her. you had gone through something serious, and yet, she had to find out from someone else.

the drive back to jyp felt unbearably long, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

she knew you. she knew how you hid your pain, how you brushed everything off, how you refused to let anyone see you weak. it frustrated her. it worried her.

and when she finally arrived, stepping out of the car with barely a goodbye to the staff, her heart was hammering. she found you near the practice rooms, leaning against the wall, your hand pressed to your side as if the pain was finally catching up to you.

her breath hitched.

you looked exhausted—physically, mentally. the cut on your cheek was sharp, angry-looking, and she noticed the way your stance wasn’t as solid as usual. you were struggling. and yet, you still straightened up the moment you saw her, your expression unreadable. guarded.

jihyo’s hands curled into fists at her sides. “why didn’t you tell me?”

your lips pressed into a thin line. “it wasn’t important.”

her eyes flashed. “not important?” she took a step closer, the worry she had been holding in all day finally bubbling to the surface. “you fought someone, y/n. you got hurt. and you didn’t think i deserved to know?”

you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “jihyo, this is my job. it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.”

that made something in her snap.

“stop saying that like it doesn’t matter,” she shot back, her voice rising slightly. “you always do this. you pretend you’re fine, you act like nothing can touch you, but look at yourself.” her gaze flickered to the way you were still pressing into your ribs, to the slight unsteadiness in your posture. “you’re hurt, and you didn’t even think to tell me.”

you exhaled through your nose, clearly frustrated, but something in your expression softened. “i didn’t want you to worry.”

jihyo let out a humourless laugh, shaking her head. “too late for that.”

silence stretched between you, thick with tension, with unspoken emotions.

jihyo’s voice was quieter when she spoke again. “you could have been seriously hurt. and i wouldn’t have even known until it was too late.” she swallowed, her throat tight. “do you know how that feels?”

you didn’t answer right away. instead, you studied her, something unreadable in your gaze. then, finally, you sighed. “i’m sorry.”

jihyo blinked.

it wasn’t the words themselves that shocked her—it was the way you said them. soft. sincere. no walls, no defences.

for the first time, you were letting her see past the front you always put up.

jihyo took another step closer, hesitating only for a second before reaching out, her fingers brushing lightly over the cut on your cheek. you tensed at first, but didn’t pull away.

“next time,” she murmured, “just tell me. okay?”

your eyes searched hers, and for once, you didn’t argue. you just nodded. “okay.”

⸻

jihyo didn’t know what she expected after that conversation, but she knew she couldn’t just walk away—not when the sight of you, bruised and bandaged, was still burning in her mind. she let her fingers linger against your cheek for a second longer before dropping her hand, exhaling slowly as if trying to release some of the tension in her chest.

but it didn’t work.

because despite your promise, despite the way you had finally let her in just a little, she could still see the walls in your eyes. still see the way you were holding yourself back, as if allowing her to worry was some kind of weakness.

and that pissed her off.

she crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly. “so, are you actually going to rest now? or are you planning on getting into another fight the moment i turn my back?”

you huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “depends. are you planning on getting yourself into trouble?”

jihyo narrowed her eyes. “don’t deflect.”

“i’m not.”

“yes, you are.”

you sighed, shifting your weight slightly—she caught the wince you tried to hide. “jihyo, i’ll be fine.”

she clicked her tongue in irritation, stepping even closer, enough that you had to actually look at her instead of dodging the conversation. “you’re bleeding through your bandages.”

your eyes flickered down to your side, where, sure enough, a faint red stain was starting to bloom through the white of your shirt. you muttered a curse under your breath before pressing your hand against it, as if that would do anything to fix it.

jihyo didn’t even hesitate. before you could stop her, she reached for your wrist and grabbed it, pulling your hand away so she could get a better look.

you stiffened. “jihyo—”

“sit down,” she ordered.

“i’m fine—”

“sit. down.”

it wasn’t a request this time, and judging by the way your jaw clenched, you knew that arguing was pointless. reluctantly, you lowered yourself onto the bench against the wall, watching as she crouched in front of you.

her fingers were gentle as she lifted the hem of your shirt slightly, her gaze darkening at the sight of the bandages beneath. the wound wasn’t deep, but it was still fresh, still raw, and she hated the thought of you walking around like this, pretending it didn’t hurt.

she swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her fingertips brushed against your skin. “when was the last time you changed this?”

“earlier.”

she raised an eyebrow.

“…a few hours ago.”

jihyo exhaled sharply, shaking her head before standing. “stay here.”

you frowned. “where are you going?”

“to get a first-aid kit, since you’re clearly too stubborn to take care of yourself.”

before you could argue, she was already gone, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

you sat there, exhaling slowly, pressing your fingers against your temple. this wasn’t how you expected your day to go. you knew jihyo would be mad, but you didn’t expect this—not the lingering touches, not the quiet concern beneath all the frustration.

and you definitely didn’t expect the way your heart had skipped a beat when she looked at you like that.

when she returned, she had a first-aid kit in one hand and an expression that told you there was no point in trying to stop her. she set the kit down, pulled out a clean bandage, and then—without hesitation—moved to straddle the bench next to you, getting close enough that you could smell her perfume.

you swallowed. “jihyo, i can do it myself—”

“shut up.”

you blinked.

jihyo’s fingers brushed against your skin again as she undid the old bandage, her touch far too careful, far too deliberate.

your breath hitched.

she smirked slightly, as if noticing. “something wrong?”

you clenched your jaw. “no.”

“good.” she leaned in just a little, her breath fanning against your neck as she wrapped the new bandage around you. “because i wouldn’t want you to get… distracted.”

your eyes snapped to hers, but she looked completely unbothered, her hands steady as she finished securing the bandage in place.

then, finally, she pulled back, her smirk widening at the way your shoulders had tensed.

“there,” she said, standing up and dusting off her hands. “all done.”

you exhaled through your nose, flexing your fingers. “you enjoyed that way too much.”

jihyo shrugged, feigning innocence. “what can i say? i like taking care of people who clearly won’t take care of themselves.”

you scoffed, shaking your head. “right.”

but as you stood up, adjusting your shirt, you caught the way she was still looking at you—like she was waiting for something.

like she wanted you to say something.

but you didn’t. you weren’t sure you trusted your voice right now.

jihyo tilted her head slightly, as if deciding whether or not to push. then, after a moment, she sighed. “just… don’t make me worry like that again.”

her voice was softer this time, and when you turned to her, you saw something raw in her expression. something real.

you hesitated. then, slowly, you nodded. “i won’t.”

jihyo held your gaze for a moment longer before nodding. then, with a small, knowing smile, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving you standing there, feeling something you weren’t ready to name.

⸻

jihyo had been restless all night. she had tossed and turned in bed, replaying everything in her head—the fight, the way she found you struggling to stand, the tension between you when she changed your bandages. it was eating at her, gnawing at something deep inside her chest, something she couldn’t keep ignoring.

she needed to talk to you.

so before the sun had even fully risen, she was already at jyp, making her way toward the private training rooms where she knew you liked to be when you weren’t on duty.

when she found you, you were in the middle of shadowboxing, movements sharp despite the clear stiffness in your body.

jihyo leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms, evidently unimpressed. “you should be resting.”

you barely paused, just cast a glance at her before throwing another punch into the air. “can’t afford to.”

jihyo let out a slow breath, stepping further into the room. “bullshit.”

you finally stopped, rolling your shoulders as you turned to face her fully. your expression was unreadable, guarded, but there was something in your eyes—something different.

jihyo took another step closer, feeling her pulse quicken. “why didn’t you tell me you got hurt?”

you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “jihyo, we already went over this.”

“no, we didn’t.” her voice was firm, unrelenting. “you just gave me an excuse and expected me to accept it.”

you exhaled through your nose, looking away. “because it’s easier that way.”

jihyo frowned. “for who?”

silence stretched between you.

then, finally, you let out a quiet chuckle, but there was no humour in it. “for both of us.”

jihyo’s stomach twisted.

she took another step, closing the distance between you. “is that what you really think?”

you clenched your jaw, avoiding her gaze. “jihyo—”

“look at me.”

you hesitated, but eventually, you did.

and jihyo felt like she couldn’t breathe.

because there it was. everything she had been trying to figure out, everything she had been trying to understand—laid bare in your eyes.

“i don’t want easy,” she said, her voice quieter now. “i want you.”

your breath hitched.

jihyo took another step, close enough now that she could feel the heat radiating from your skin. “i don’t care if it’s messy, or complicated, or if you think you need to keep me at a distance.” she reached up, fingers grazing your jaw, grounding herself. “i care about you, y/n. and i’m tired of pretending that i don’t.”

your eyes searched hers, as if trying to find some kind of hesitation. some kind of doubt. but there was none. jihyo had never been more certain of anything.

you swallowed, voice rough when you finally spoke. “you’re not supposed to care about me like that.”

jihyo tilted her head. “says who?”

you exhaled, shaking your head slightly, but you didn’t move away. “you could get hurt.”

“so could you,” she shot back. “and it doesn’t change how i feel.”

you let out a quiet laugh, but this time, it was real. softer. “you’re stubborn.”

jihyo smiled, fingers finally curling against your skin. “so are you.”

for a moment, neither of you moved. the tension was thick, the air charged, and jihyo could feel the way your pulse had quickened beneath her touch.

then, finally, you exhaled—letting go.

and you kissed her.

jihyo barely had time to process it before she was kissing you back, her hands sliding up to cup your face fully. it was slow at first, hesitant, as if you were still testing the boundaries of what this meant—but then you pulled her closer, deepening it, and jihyo melted into you, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.

when you finally pulled back, your foreheads rested together, breathing uneven.

jihyo let out a breathless laugh. “so much for keeping your distance.”

you smirked slightly, thumb brushing against her cheek. “guess i lost that fight.”

jihyo grinned. “good.”

and then she kissed you again.

jihyo wasn’t sure how long you two stayed like that, pressed together in the quiet training room, the air thick with something neither of you could deny anymore. your fingers rested lightly on her waist, hesitant but firm, as if you were still trying to convince yourself that this was real.

but it was real. and jihyo wasn’t about to let you run from it.

when you finally pulled away, your breathing was uneven, your forehead still resting against hers. “we shouldn’t be doing this,” you murmured, though your hands didn’t move from her body.

jihyo let out a breathless laugh, her fingers brushing over your jaw. “you kissed me first.”

your lips quirked into the faintest smirk. “you didn’t stop me.”

jihyo tilted her head slightly, fingers tracing absent patterns on the fabric of your shirt. “do you want me to?”

silence.

then, barely above a whisper—“no.”

jihyo smiled. “then stop making excuses.”

you exhaled, finally leaning back, though your hands lingered on her hips. your expression was unreadable, but your eyes told her everything.

“this is dangerous,” you said, voice quieter now.

jihyo’s smile softened. “i think we passed that point a long time ago.”

your jaw tightened slightly, but you didn’t argue. and jihyo knew why—you felt this just as much as she did. maybe you always had.

[jsluvtzu]

who’s protecting who?

park jihyo x fem!reader

summary: in the midst of attempting to keep jihyo from getting hurt, you ultimately forget about yourself

cw: none, men dni

wc: 5k

a/n: first fic in a while hooray!! my friends and i beat the pickleball pandemic and caught the volleyball virus instead, so enjoy this fluffy vb themed fic :p (this might be my longest one yet)

as you finished ringing up the last customer of the usual lunch rush, you felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. hurriedly assuring the customer that their order would be out soon and excusing yourself to the back, you asked your coworker to take over the counter for a bit while you took a small break from standing for so long.

pulling your phone out of your pocket and into your hand, you saw a text message flash across your screen, slightly blocking the lockscreen picture you had of your girlfriend kissing your cheek.

jihyo 🩷

y/nnn i think i wanna try volleyball and learn how to be as good as u :pp

smiling as your eyes flickered between reading her text and reminiscing on the exact moment the photo on your phone was taken, you tapped on the message and replied.

okay love i"ll teach u lol

knowing jihyo had a busy schedule consisting of both work and her 12 different hobbies, you didn't want her to overwhelm herself by taking on yet another one. nonetheless, you were excited to have her join you in something that you've always imagined the two of you doing together.

u sure ur not too busy tho?

it'd been about 2 years since you first picked up the sport as a pastime with a couple friends. eventually it turned into friendly tournaments on the weekends at the local community court with other groups, which then turned into trying out for professional leagues and miraculously making it into one.

jihyo 🩷

i can always make time silly

unfortunately, your break time was now quickly coming to an end, so you rushed to type out a response and carelessly shoved your phone back into your pocket.

we can go after i get off work then :) wear something u can freely move in and put on ur most comfortable shoes. i love u see u soon ml

speedrunning through the last few hours of your shift was excruciating when all you could think about was finally being able to show the girl you loved most how to play the sport you loved most. the anticipation of coaching her into becoming a better player than you made it impossible for you to focus on making a drink as simple as an iced latte.

"oh shit-" you whispered to yourself, realizing that you'd almost overfilled the cup with the caffeinated liquid.

as you clocked out and drove home, you couldn't stop yourself from mindlessly humming and calmly dancing to the music you had playing in your car. your coworkers even stopped to ask you, "what's got you in such a good mood?" multiple times.

and to no surprise, jihyo was already packed and ready to go the minute you opened the door to your shared apartment. the oversized backpack on her shoulders was filled to the brim with snacks and water for the active evening ahead. her sporty outfit was exactly what you'd imagined your girlfriend would wear. a slightly loose fitting muscle tee, athletic leggings, and her new favorite pair of running shoes on her feet to top it all off.

you couldn't help but melt at her eagerness as you took your shoes off and set your keys down onto the table by your shoe rack.

"hi baby," you said amusedly, "you're well prepared i see."

she beamed at you with her doe eyes and hummed in agreement as she skipped towards you to greet you with a kiss. her warm lips made contact with yours in a desperate manner, almost a silent message to relay just how much she'd missed you since you left for work early in the morning. you pulled away just enough to where your lips barely grazed each other, "let me change first and then we can be on our way, okay?" you pecked her lips again and once more to her cheek as you walked away to your shared bedroom to free yourself of your coffee reeking clothes. jihyo quickly set her backpack down onto the couch and followed behind you shortly.

you changed into your team's white long sleeved compression jersey with your custom number on the back; a bright pink "21" for jihyo, of course. soon after, you slid into your spandex shorts and turned your head to the side to see jihyo leaning up against the wall next to you. the sunlight shining through the open blinds accentuated her features perfectly. she was smiling proudly as she watched you morph into a different version of yourself that she only saw at your games.

"what're you looking at.." you said shyly, suddenly feeling self-conscious under your girlfriend's gaze.

she only giggled in response and lifted herself off the wall to fill the room with a loud smacking sound as she slapped your ass and made her way over to your bed, plopping down and facing the ceiling. you immediately let out a loud "oww!!" and rubbed over your burning cheek to soothe it.

"so, who are we playing against today? anyone i should be worried about?" jihyo asked. you walked over to the full-sized mirror in the corner of the room before answering her question, still focused on the stinging pain she left. "hm? oh, actually we aren't playing a real match today. i'm just gonna be showing you the basics and whatnot," you replied, tying your hair into a messy low bun at the same time.

a couple seconds of silence passed, concerning you enough to make you look behind you through the mirror and see your girlfriend who once laid flat down suddenly pin-straight up glaring at you. her posture was something out of a horror movie the way her back was perfectly aligned and her hands were beside her knees. you gulped and almost genuinely got scared until you glanced down to see her feet barely touching the floor. that's when you choked back a laugh at how cute her attempt at intimidating you was.

you finished up doing your hair and walked towards your pouty girlfriend. "what's wrong? why are you making a face like you just came out of one of those insidious movies?” you asked, pulling out a few strands to frame your face.

she whined in response, "i don't wanna learn the basics.. that's so boring. i wanna learn how to really play volleyball. not that kiddie stuff for the youth age group." you reached a hand up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "hey! that 'kiddie stuff' is really important, you know. you can't just go right into spiking without knowing how to hit and jump correctly first," you grumbled. jihyo looked at you confusedly, "..spiking..?" "exactly," you huffed.

jihyo groaned as she launched herself backwards onto the bed, the sheets rustling under her and beginning to surround her as she sunk further into the mattress.

"trust meee, it's for your own safety, love. i just don't want you getting hurt if i let you go right into a game not knowing what to do, that's all. a one-on-one session is always the best option for beginners," you reassured her, grabbing both of her arms and slowly pulling her up towards you. when you heard your girlfriend groan at you again, you realized it could be something else bothering her.

"ohh, or are you just annoyed that you have to be alone with me?? is that what this is??" you asked teasingly. but as soon as she heard that, jihyo stopped her whining immediately and scrunched her eyebrows up in a questioning manner, shaking her head aggressively.

"w-what? no! why would i be not wanna be alone with you! i just wanna be good already! just like.. let me skip the tutorial or something pleaseee," she pleaded. jihyo removed her arms from your grip and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you closer to her. you mockingly nodded your head and sarcastically spewed out "uh huhs" and "mhms" repeatedly, letting your girlfriend continue tightly hugging you and begging you for a free pass.

-

during the whole car ride there, it was impossible for you and jihyo to spend more than 2 seconds without touching each other in some way. whether it be her insisting she hold your hand while she secretly gushed at how attractive you look driving one-handed, or her switching to playing with your fingers while she asked more volleyball questions, or even kissing at each red light, there was never a single moment in that car where you two weren’t expressing your love in a form of touch.

as you pulled into the parking lot of the court complex, jihyo remembered the long nights and hours upon hours you would spend at these courts — it was practically your second home. that thought suddenly worried her that she might’ve been taking away your precious practice hours.

“baby, don’t you have practice today? if you do, you have to focus on that, not teaching me how to play. we can always do that some other time,” jihyo rambled.

you softly laughed at her flustered state knowing that you never told her the season was over yet. “no, love, don’t worry. it’s off-season for now, i don’t have any practices to go to,” you said reassuringly, squeezing her hand in yours to help settle her down. “plus, i would skip out on practice any day if it meant i could be with you.”

she sighed contently as you parked in an empty spot and turned the car off. before jihyo could even reach to click her seatbelt off, you teleported over to her side, opening the door for her and holding your hand out to help her up from your low sedan seats. your girlfriend mewled at the chivalrous gesture, grinning from ear to ear as she peeked her head out of the door. and to make sure she didn’t bump her head against the doorframe, you shielded her head with your hand as she came up.

popping the trunk open, you grabbed your backpack that was filled with volleyball gear and swung it over one shoulder. you made sure to grab jihyo’s as well, throwing hers over your other shoulder.

“you see that building over there with the big 2 painted on it?” you asked, pointing to the right side of the complex, “that’s where we’ll be. it’s a smaller court though since it’s only a practice gym.” jihyo looked in the direction you pointed at and hummed as she took in the size difference from the competition gym on the left and the practice one you mentioned.

while you were leading her to the unlocked doors of the practice court, jihyo kept pestering you to let her help you with one of the bags you were carrying, but of course you never let up. it even got to the point where you accidentally whacked your poor girlfriend with her own snack-filled bag while twisting and turning in protest of her need to help you.

“oh fu- sorry! i’m sorry, it was an accident i swear!” you frantically apologized, pulling jihyo into a messy hug. the heavy bags on your shoulders slipping off your arms as you held her close to you.

jihyo faked a hissy fit and jokingly pushed you away, “no i get it, you just hate me,” she said firmly, turning her head sharply and crossing her arms.

you paid no mind to your girlfriend’s antics, only catching up to her to hold open the door and watch her stomp past you in a sulk.

“i love youuu,” you chuckled.

her reply was barely audible, but you heard her mumble out an “i love you too” back.

-

setting your things down on the floor along the sidelines, you grabbed out an extra pair of knee pads you'd packed for jihyo. "come here love, let me put these on you," you ordered. it was difficult to slide the pads onto her legs with her shoes still on, so you helped her take them off for the time being, placing the pair neatly beside you.

kneeling down in front of her, you gently lifted one of jihyo's legs up at a time, skillfully adjusting the protective pads around her knee and taking extra precaution to make sure her legs were still able to move properly. you then sat back on your knees and admired your work, wondering why you felt like there was something missing.

"hmm.. i think.. i have something else for you to try on too," you pondered, digging through your bag once again to discover an old pair of extra small knee pads that didn't fit you anymore.

standing up with the gear in your hands, you held your girlfriend's forearm out as you stretched the material to enclose around her limb.

you snickered slightly at your spontaneous idea, "these are makeshift elbow pads specially designed for you." the pads were big enough to fit comfortably around her arms, protecting her exposed elbows from any potential harm.

jihyo allowed you to put them on her with no complaint, but soon began her whining when she began to feel the restricting feeling around her arms that was slightly limiting her movement.

"noo y/n, i don't need these. and they're so uncomfy!! i think i would play better without them.." she argued, scratching at the inside of her elbows to relieve the itching it caused.

knowing that your girlfriend was bound to try something outside of her comfort zone once she got into the flow of things, you decided it was the right decision to do everything in your power to help keep her from hurting herself while doing so. "just wear them please ji, i would feel much better seeing those on you," you refuted. it was true. you felt at peace knowing at least your girlfriend's precious joints were protected if not anything else.

she sighed out annoyedly, but ultimately complied to your requests only because she didn't want you to worry about her.

"thank you, my love," you said in satisfaction. you then reached into the cart of volleyballs behind you as jihyo slipped her shoes back on, squeezing a few to determine which one had enough air in it. grabbing the one you felt was best, you warmed up your wrist a bit by dropping the ball in front of you and striking it straight down, catching it once it came back up a couple times.

"okay, so first things first. you're gonna learn how to serve the ball," you said, leading her to the middle of the court facing the net. "the goal is to hit the ball over the net and onto the opponent's side of the court so that they can receive it and keep it in motion," you softly explained, repositioning her arms and legs into the perfect position for a proper serve.

jihyo picked up the skill quickly as you explained each step to her in full detail, making sure to critique her mistakes and show her the better way of executing her moves. within about 15 minutes of the first lesson, your girlfriend was already on her way to becoming the next star player for your team.

once she got at least 3 serves over the net, you decided she was ready to move onto the next step; receiving the ball. you showed her the proper way to hold her arms together and how to position herself under the ball to pass it to a teammate in front of her. you could tell jihyo was a natural at the sport as she was with any other activity she's ever tried.

after about an hour or so, her form was starting to get smoother and her reaction times were getting faster. but your energy needed replenishing and so did hers.

taking a short break together on the bleachers, you both had a water bottle in hand and shared the protein bar that jihyo had prepared earlier.

"do you wanna try peppering with me? i think you could be pretty good at it at this rate," you asked, sensing the way she was getting antsy to move onto something more advanced.

jihyo had no idea what exactly it was that you were asking her about, but she was eager to try it anyways. you put it in simple terms for her, explaining that it was a back and forth process of hitting and receiving the ball to each other. and just like that, hearing that she would be able to play against you in a way got jihyo excited again, the adrenaline giving her more energy than that protein bar ever did.

"okay! let's do it! come on!" jihyo exclaimed, throwing her bottle to the side and skipping back to the court while grabbing the ball. you smiled at how endearing she was and followed her soon enough, joining her across the same side of the court.

after another hour and a half of you two going at it, jihyo was seriously improving with the minimal coaching she had from you. it was honestly impressive how quickly she adapted to the flow of the game, but you expected nothing less of her.

deciding it was alright to push her a little further since she had all the protective gear in the world on, you picked up your pace a bit and spiked the ball harder, giving her less time to react and training her reflexes. obviously, jihyo played along effortlessly, getting herself hyped up by her newfound skill at volleyball. you could hear her cheer for herself everytime she successfully received the ball and sent it back in your direction.

but what you soon failed to realize was that the once amateur jihyo you knew 3 hours ago was gone. her alter ego had now taken over and fueled her with that insane ambition she had hidden away. as your eyes were too focused on watching her in case she fell, you completely failed to see the flying ball coming at your face at the speed of light.

bam.

you don't really remember what happened next, but it seemed like everything was happening in slow motion. the world faded into a quick darkness as you felt something pushing against your face. that's when reality hit. or better yet, that's when you were hit.

jihyo had gotten carried away with her strength and sent the ball directly towards your lovely face with a perfectly executed spike. not knowing she was capable of that, she screamed out in pure terror when she saw your body fall backwards onto the shiny hardwood floor.

"holy shit! y/n!! oh my god, oh my god!? are you okay??!" she panicked, sprinting over to your side and crouching down to lay you onto her lap.

you could only croak out in pain and kept your eyes sealed shut as the bright fluorescent lights above you were too intense to take in at the moment.

jihyo repeatedly muttered out small apologies and cradled you as she looked over your face to see a big red spot that she left across one side.

"y/n, please.. i'm so sorry baby, please talk to me. do you know who i am?! how many fingers am i holding up?? what's your name? how old are you!" jihyo cried in distress. she cupped your cheek and gently tapped it with her thumb to try and get you alert and awake again.

slowly opening your eyes at the feeling of her soft touch, you blinked your eyes slowly as you adjusted to the bright lights, making out the faint figure of your girlfriend in front of you. "i'm fine, ji, don't worry," you whispered in between groans. you reached a hand up to your forehead, feeling the tenderness as you ran your fingers over the surface. wincing slightly, you regained enough composure to inch your way up off of jihyo's lap, her arms coming behind your back to support your body.

"is there anything i can get you? maybe an ice pack or something?" jihyo said meekly. you could tell even through your disoriented state that she was feeling guilty. before you could even think of an answer, you could only bring yourself to thoughts of hurrying up and recovering so you could show her that it’s okay.

"uhh, yeah. yeah, there should be a um- gel pack in the freezer in the uh.. coach's room across the field," you stammered, squinting your eyes closed when the lights became too much again.

with no hesitation, jihyo got up and ran towards the door to follow your directions as you told her where to get the ice pack.

"you stay right there, okay? don't move," jihyo demanded. you could only nod your head weakly, shifting yourself to slowly lay back down on the cold tile beneath you. the sound of the metal door closing behind jihyo reverberated throughout the open space.

the pain across your face was getting worse as time went by, the throbbing you felt on your eyebrow in sync with your heartbeat.

as your mind started to process what just happened, your brain began to flash images of the ball smashing your face in repeatedly, making you cringe at how dumb you probably looked. with your knees propped up and your feet on the ground, you held your hands to your face and rapidly kicked the floor in a temper tantrum, simultaneously wailing at the replaying moment in your head.

you silently cursed yourself out for allowing yourself to be so careless and possibly giving your girlfriend the ick by seeing you get your face contorted with the sheer force of impact.

shooting your body upright, you slid backwards on your hands towards the wall, leaning against it and rummaging through your bag to find your phone. after you found it, you quickly switched to the camera app to check the damage, already sensing how big the knot on your forehead was going to get in the next hour. sure enough, the large red and tender spot on the left side of your face was growing a lump. being in pure disbelief, you moved the camera further away to get your full face in frame, staring at yourself in shame and embarrassment. after a couple more seconds of examining yourself, you could only conjure up a scoff and put your phone down as soon as you heard the door open loudly again.

jihyo, who came in sprinting to your aid with an ice cold gel pack, was leaving a trail of condensation behind her as it was thawing in her hands. once again, you could only think about how dangerous it would be if she were to slip and fall on the water, but the continually throbbing pain on your face was making it difficult for you to speak up and scold her to be careful.

"here, put this on it for now. it should help the swelling go down," jihyo panted, clearly out of breath from running around outside trying to find the coach's office while being worried sick about you at the same time. she ran her thumb over the small bump forming on your eyebrow and cooed at how much pain you must've been in.

she gently pressed the ice pack to your forehead and kept whispering small apologies, her pretty face scrunched into the cutest concerned look you've ever seen. you weren't usually the type of person to like being taken care of like that, but seeing jihyo like this only made you want to get hurt again just to see that look on her face. but looking down slightly at her arms, you couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous she looked with those makeshift elbow pads she still had on.

"what's so funny? do you really think you should be laughing right now?" jihyo reprimanded.

you almost cackled in her face at her sternness, but quickly stopped and winced in pain instead when the pain in your face prevented you from forming a real smile.

jihyo tsked at you and told you to shut up, adjusting the ice pack to cover more area on your skin. "stop moving, would you?" you cleared your throat, "sorry it's just- you look crazy with those elbow pads on," you said, stifling a laugh. suddenly a slap landed on your shoulder which you didn't see coming since jihyo had both of your eyes covered with the ice pack. "don't be annoying right now, y/n. you were the one who made me wear them anyways.."

she took the ice pack off your face to quickly slide the stupid pads off her arms, which she struggled to do. you helped her wiggle them off and threw them to the side as she pressed the cold pack back to your skin again.

"alright, alright," you surrendered. "wait. isn’t it me who’s supposed to be the one mad at you right now? given that you were the one who hit me in the face in the first place.."

your girlfriend paused and rolled her eyes at your smart comment, "why don't you just shut up and hold that to your busted ass face, how about that?" she said sarcastically, grabbing your hand to take over holding the pack against your head.

jihyo was pretending that she was okay by making jokes and getting annoyed at you, but in reality, you knew that she was beating herself up inside with the guilt of getting too carried away and hurting you. she's always wished that her competitiveness wasn't so intense since it could result in someone getting hurt just like you did.

besides the point, jihyo helped you stand up and grabbed your things and hers, sneaking away your keys from your bag's outer pocket with her empty hand.

she linked arms with you while your other arm was stuck covering the left side of your face with the freezing cold pack of blue gel. "let's go home and get you fixed up," jihyo said, reassuring you that she would make you feel all better. "oh, and i'm driving us home," she added, clearly not leaving any room for an argument.

"what? no. i'll drive," you argued anyways.

"y/n are you insane? you can't even see out of one eye right now, angel. i'm driving." jihyo made sure to emphasize the last part to you, unbeknownst to you as she already had your keys in her pocket.

the both of you continued arguing the whole way to the car, jihyo ultimately winning as she managed to get you towards the passenger side. but in the middle of your bickering, a familiar voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

"oh! isn't that?-"

it was the same friend who you ditched earlier with the excuse that you were "too tired" to join her and your other friends in a scrimmage today.

"hi, stacy!" jihyo greeted, waving at your friend enthusiastically.

you hid your face away from stacy as you heard her voice get closer, already expecting her to tease you about your injury.

"hellooo, y/n! what are you guys doing here this late?" she asked innocently, inching her neck downwards to make eye contact with you since you had your head held down. "and- what happened to your face?"

you sighed, knowing there was no escape from this now. "oh i just.. i…" you stuttered, looking to jihyo for help.

she picked up your signal immediately, "oh! that? y/n just fell and hit her head, that's all," jihyo laughed awkwardly.

"uh huhh. so this is why you were 'too tired' to scrim with us tonight then, huh?" stacy asked sarcastically, getting uncomfortably closer to your face.

while snickering, you slapped the gel pack on stacy's face, causing her to wipe her face and gasp out in shock.

"shut up," you teased, playfully pushing your friend away.

after a few minutes of catching up, you three eventually said your goodbyes and waited to see stacy drive off before turning to open the car door.

"wait- what did she mean by you were 'too tired?'" jihyo asked, pulling you back by your arm.

"oh, yeah. i told the group earlier that i was gonna take the day off since i was tired. we were supposed to play a practice match against some teams today, but, i got to spend my time doing something better instead," you said, smiling down at her and admiring the way the moonlight reflected against her glassy eyes, moving a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead.

jihyo couldn't help but pull your face towards hers and smash your lips together, completely forgetting about the fact that your whole face was in the early process of bruising. your eyes widened and you moaned painfully against her lips, attempting to pull away from the grip she had on both of your cheeks.

luckily, she realized it and released you, apologizing hectically once again. "oh shit- oh my god i forgot! i'm sorry baby, you were too cute and i couldn't help myself," she explained.

"haven't you hurt me enough today??" you asked in an annoyed tone. you quickly regretted it though once you saw the pouty look on her face and the way she said she didn't mean to in that little whiny voice.

"i knowww, i know. i'm just teasing you, love," you reassured her, pulling her sweaty body in for another hug.

"you know, maybe you should wear the elbow pads next time. seems like you need them more than i do," jihyo mumbled against your chest.

her comment made you scoff incredulously, "i-" but before you could even formulate a comeback, she opened the car door and forced you into the seat, blocking out whatever you managed to say with ''lalala" and shushes instead.

as she closed the door on you and made her way over to the driver's seat, you sulked into the leather cushion and chuckled at the way the tables turned on you.

turns out you were the one needing the protecting that night.

[momoswifee]

Park Jihyo - Supermarket Antics

Pairing: Jihyo x fem!reader

Synopsis: Jihyo rarely feels jealousy, so she was definitely not expecting to feel it on the line of the supermarket.

Warnings: I don't think there are any, it's fluff

w/c: 800

a/n: This is my first work! I’m really excited for people to read it! I really appreciate criticism so that I can do better next time, so if you have any please let me know :) English is not my first language, so pls be kind

Also, a million thank yous to my pookie @neoplatinum and to the lovely @cry4mina for the encouragement and for reading it first <33

Jihyo usually prides herself on not having an ounce of envy and on being confident in her relationship. She was never the jealous type, she knew you loved her as much as she loved you, and there was nothing to be insecure about.

Right now, she can't help but roll her eyes and huff in irritation. She’s watching this little kid stare at her girlfriend with big puppy eyes and a dopey smile. 

At first, you both don't notice the younger's antics, too preoccupied with each other. That is until you look to your left and end up locking eyes with the boy. 

After noticing that he had your attention, he couldn't help but shy away from your gaze, pressing himself to his dad before shyly looking back at you, making you break into a beautiful smile (something that usually had Jihyo weak in the knees). 

A giddy grin spreads across your face before raising your hand and waving your fingers at him, making him blush even more before waving back while hiding himself in his father's legs. 

As you keep interacting with the little boy, she watches you silently coo and melt at the boy's cuteness, making her, melt at your behaviour. 

Unfortunately for the kid, he also locks eyes with Jihyo but instead of sweet greetings and cute interactions, she can't help but pull a face and wiggle her fingers in a scary-like manner. 

Fortunately for her, instead of blushingly hiding into his dad, his eyes widen, and he turns around, no longer having the desire to interact with the older girls. 

In no time, the boy was on his way with his dad, and the two of you were in your car on the way home after unloading all the groceries. 

"You know I saw that, right?"

Jihyo quickly glances at you, not wanting to take her eyes away from the road for too long, seeing your disapproving glare.

 "I don't know what you're talking about," she says innocently. 

"You're mean, you know that?" you ask poking her gently. 

"C'mon, it's not like I'm gonna give him nightmares! It was harmless, and I'm not even scary," she says, trying to defend herself. 

"Maybe it'll help him build character? Know when not to flirt with women?" 

You can't help but snort at her childish excuse before bursting into laughter. 

"Are you jealous of a little boy smiling at me?" 

She scoffs at that.

 "And why would I be jealous of a small child?" she asks, repeating that to herself to understand why she tried to scare away the kid. 

You only shrugg at that with a small smile still lingering on your face. 

After arriving home and unloading everything, she finds herself on the couch with your back pressed against her and her arms surrounding you. 

“You know, I only have eyes for you”, you say, turning to face her, making her groan. 

“I was not jealous of a child,” she says looking up, avoiding your gaze, making you softly laugh at her antics before kissing her jaw. 

After a while of just you both basking in each other’s warmth, you can’t help but quietly laugh again after remembering how she behaved earlier.

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?” she asks, whining, burying her face into your hair. 

“Hm… eventually,” you say, slightly detaching yourself from her and cupping her face gently, leaning in before letting your lips meet hers softly. 

She gently holds your neck, pulling you closer, trying to eliminate any space left between you two. You pull away from her lips for air, not far away enough so that your lips stop touching hers, not being able to completely pull away from her touch. 

“It’s cute that you’re like this. It’s not every day that I get to see you glaring at someone because you’re not the only one holding my attention, even if that someone is a little boy”

She only pouts at that before stealing another kiss from you, nuzzling into your cheek right after. 

“You know… You’re pretty good with kids” she says looking at you with puppy eyes, making you laugh. 

“Now you like that I’m good with kids?” you ask her, teasingly pushing her back. 

“Well, you know…” she says, now sporting a kind of dopey smile, “just in case in the future you might want to take that route… I think you’d be pretty good at it” she finishes looking sweetly at you, making you melt with the direction of the conversation. 

Unable to think about a normal response, you only return her dopey grin and return to your previous position, leaning into her and letting yourself be engulfed by her warmth, with the lingering thought of building a future with the girl who currently holds your entire heart.

[ghostykapi]

twice and the ways to say i miss you when they are touring

im nayeon

i’m sorry but you must endure the one thousand kisses once she gets back or she will cry

demands with pouts and that cute voice that makes you cave in

what? the tour is amazing but after being weeks apart from her lover can make her do weird things (ask jeong or jihyo, they can confirm)

she’s got a whole bottle of your perfume/fragrance to cope with a your jacket so it feels like you’re always there giving her a hug

but now that she’s back >:)))

will 100%, with no miss at all, pin you down every morning to snuggle and kiss you despite your whines of you trying to be a bit early to work

oh you work from home? better make sure you work fast or she will distract you with those hands 😋 no escape for you

yoo jeongyeon

constant video calls to keep her grounded but it’s never enough to make her feel that 100% energy boost

lowkey losing it but to her members they can see how miserable she can get when you aren’t there

sorry she’s like this but she just really really needs your cuddles right now and the fact that you’re so far away makes it so so so mean :((

she manages with the polaroids of both of you that she brings everywhere

of course she won’t pressure you but good lord you also don’t know what to do without her close to you at most nights

and that’s why you’re always with her on tour once you can start working remotely, always either disguised as the “manager/staff” or straight up out to the world that you’re her lover

hirai momo

misses you and her children (read: her dogs) that when she fatetimes you she’s abt to sob

“my babies!” she says everytime you go on call and boo and dobby are with you

clings unto sana to cope (both of them are coping together through the power of friendship!!!)

one time she managed to convince all of twice to get food at 4 am to cope??? anyway yeah so there they were at 4 am at a taco cart munching away with like two other managers

everytime she comes home she brings you snacks and treats and spends most of her time with you and her dogs

minatozaki sana

on the outside she’s calm cool collected a lil flirty

in the inside she’s screaming fighting for her LIFE because wdym you aren’t a phone call away from her to cling unto you huh

clings unto her members for moral support and they always send pictures of her clinging to you (THROUGH THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP)

buys you jewelry that she thinks looks good on you and copes with that information until she lands back home

pouncing on you the moment you see her come down from the van in front of your apartment/home

“baby!!!” she screams as she clings unto you like a koala and she’s abt to make you both fall over

sorry she’s never letting you go

you are now the latest personal bodyguard of sana for the next couple of days btw (she likes them a lil possessive)

park jihyo

she can fairly cope well for the first few days but she can feel bits of her cracking when she doesn’t get your dose of cuddles

copes by also stealing your jacket but she actually steals two so she can have two styles ready that has a piece of you with her

always playing with the necklace you got for her on your 9th date with her or with the keychain on her bag that you got on a random day proclaiming that yes that sleeping bear keychain reminded you of jihyo because both her and the keychain look cute

she’s always so busy even when she gets home so she never really gets to release that want to just be alone with you

but holds you so close and so tight when both of you are sleeping to feel calm and to convey the feelings she always has for you

myoui mina

doesn’t show it to anyone, even you, that she’s abt to break bc she misses you so much

copes with buying trinkets that remind her of you so she ends up coming home from tour

half of her big suitcase is trinkets, someone stop her

you always end up sorting the trinkets and like dedicating a space in your home for it. when she comes back you both take the time to add it to the collection together

you know those apps for u to use to signal you miss your lover yeah well mina didn't take long to convince you to download it

is that another damn trinket

kim dahyun

the most sane one in twice

she always takes you out on dates back before the tour starts so she uses those memories to cope + regular calls with you despite time differences always helps

writes yearning songs all the damn time

YEARNING IN SONG WRITING!! THAT DAMN NOTEBOOK IS ALMOST FULL SHE'S ABOUT TO BUY ANOTHER

when she returns from tour, she cherishes the most domestic things with you

case and point she fell so much harder for you when you were both just doing chores, humming the songs blasting from your speakers

son chaeyoung

shut up wdym nonchalant?? no. clingy gf realness

she is OBSESSED WITH YOU there is no way this woman won't lose it when you are not with here in tour

but your work is important so she won't pull you away

though i bet you half of her wardrobe is your clothes with your perfume smothered on them

twice members complain at how much she's always missing u, yearning for u, talking about u, yapping abt u

it's the rest of twice that begs for you to come with them the next tour to shut her up

she does not shut up but you get to distract her by kissing and it always works

chou tzuyu

her? missing you? why should she miss you when she can just bring you along??????????

only member to actually think about it and put it to action the moment you both started to become official

it took so much convincing, and like you had to also be a part of staff lowk

like who is holding the cam for her vlogs?? you babes it's you

sometimes the other members also ask for your help but honestly you don't mind and tzuyu gets to film you too sometimes so like yay bonding activities

kisses backstage!!! KISSES BACKSTAGE TZUYU CHEERED

[ourdadai]

୨୧ jihyo ( twice ) lockscreens.

[smutallyouwant]

Updated Masterlist !!!

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Twice Fic World

Chp 1 - Night Club Darkness ( Mina )

Chp 2 - Strawberry Picking 🍓 ( Mina and Chaeyoung)

Chp 2.5 - I Got You, Boss🎱 Part 1 ( Mina )

Chp 3 - I Got You, Boss🎱 Part 2 ( Jihyo )

Chp 4 - Troublesome🍓( Chaeyoung and IU )

Chp 5 - Big Work ( Sana and Mina )

Chp 6 - Overtime ( Jihyo and Sana )

Chp 7 - Twisted Company ( Mina, Momo, and Sana )

One-Shot World

Chp 1 - Sex Best Friends ( Jihyo )

Chp 2 - Pounding Needed ( Nayeon )

Chp 3 - Premium Sex Doll ( Momo )

Chp 4 - Are You Satisfied, Sir? ( Momo and Dahyun )

Chp 5 - Baseball x Game ( Mina and Chaeyoung )

Chp 6 - Free Use Best-Friend ( Dahyun )

Chp 7 - A Good Girl ( Mina )

Chp 8 - " Baby " Sitting ( Jihyo and Chaeyoung )

BINI VERSZE

Chp 1 - It's This Time of the Year ( Aiah )

Chp 2 - Red Hot ( Mikha and Colet )

[tiny-pretty-sana]

twice reactions when they can’t kiss s/o because of a teeth removal | headcanons

[request]

nayeon

her first reaction is whining but it’s exactly what you were expecting. for a moment she doubts that you are being serious, but as soon as she realizes it is not a joke she asks you if the tooth bothers you and offers to go with you. 

she admits not knowing if she’ll be able to last for a whole month without kissing you and tells you you will probably have a hard time given how pretty she is. 

you honestly didn't trust the girl who barely drinks water and carries tea bags in her pockets to take care of you, but she exceeds your expectations (positively). when you returned home she wouldn’t let you do anything and for the first few days she treated you as if you had had major surgery.

she also teases you, jokes and compares you to so many memes or cartoon characters. she took a few videos of you struggling to move your face due to the anesthesia. 

turns out she was right and it has been more difficult for you to resist. she has so much self control and you can tell she is about to kiss you so many times but stops herself and pecks your lips or kisses you somewhere else. when she kisses your neck you doubt it is the best decision since it just makes things a bit harder.

jeongyeon

you don’t need to tell her because she is the one who drove you to your dentist appointment and offered to get in with you instead of being in the waiting room. she also goes with you the day of the procedure.

she doesn’t like the idea of not kissing you but she assures you she will make sure you heal properly.

you know that you’re in good hands and just as you expected she takes good care of you. she reminds you to take your medicines and cooks things you can eat but she won’t miss the opportunity to tease you.

she laughs when you speak and look weird because of the anesthesia and also when your face is swollen just to immediately bring you some ice, your medicine and apologizes.

when it comes to not kissing you she brags about how bad you’re gonna do but after the first week she gets frustrated every time she’s going to kiss you and has to change the placement or give you the softest peck on the lips.

momo

you can tell she’s a bit confused again when you threw the news at her but she remembered that you had gone to the dentist. she’s more concerned about what they’re going to do in your mouth than about the kiss thing and just make a little pout. 

she promises to be good and proceeds to ask you if you would still love her if she accidentally kisses you. 

she takes good care of you. she gets you some drinks so you can have something nice to drink since you can’t eat snacks. she also makes sure boo and dobby don’t get too excited or playful  near your face and goes after all of you to make sure they won’t do anything that might hurt you. 

she cooks delicious food that you can eat but every time you two eat together she looks at you and looks so guilty with her solid food. she always ends up offering but then she feels guilty because she knows you can’t. 

she can’t help it, she needs to kiss you and she gets a bit needy. she wouldn't leave your neck and look at your lips at all times. she already has a tendency to get distracted when you talk, but at least she kept staring at you. now you could see every time her eyes were constantly drawn to your lips.  

sana

when she first heard “we can’t kiss for a month” she started pouting and her eyes got glazed before you could even finish the sentence. she felt relieved when you explained to her about your tooth because she thought you didn’t like her anymore. 

you both just know she will really struggle and she even apologizes in advance but promises she’ll do her best. 

she took really good care of you and babied you the first few days. she's careful when she gets close to you not to hit you, but the truth is she's hit you a couple of times accidentally. it's fine and she hasn't really hurt you, but everytime she apologizes, brings you ice and asks you if you need medication for the pain.   

she gave you a plushie and some flowers after the operation for behaving well and being strong. when the recovery process is over, she takes you out to dinner at an expensive restaurant.

this is torture for both of you. sana literally thrives on skinship, displays of affection and kisses, so she makes up for the lack of kissing with other ways of showing affection. she holds your hand constantly, caresses you, sits you on her lap, gives you kisses everywhere possible and basically can't keep her hands off you.

jihyo

she is reasonable and reacts just as you expected. she asks you if it is something serious, about the procedure, when the appointment is and offers to accompany you. you can see from her face that she is planning everything but her little pout when you tell her about kissing doesn't go unnoticed.

she promises she won’t kiss you for the whole month and makes you promise you’ll be responsible again. she ends up turning it into a competition of who will last for longer.  

she doesn't play when it comes to your care, she is determined. she not only buys your medications and makes sure you take them every day at the same time, but she also showers you in love as if you've gone through some major surgery. 

she struggles from time to time but stops herself and you aren’t sure if it’s because of how much she cares about you or if it’s just her competitive spirit. you even start doubting if she might be a bit too much into eating because she’s always trying new ways to tease you and tempt you.  

when the last day is close she tries to suggest that you extend it until one of you surrenders and you have to cut her off by kissing her deeply.

mina

she asks you about the details when you tell her about the procedure and you see a little frown when you mention the no kissing part and just says a soft and little ‘okay’.

you apologize for the situation and she stops you. she says you shouldn't apologize for something like that and promises to follow the dentist's instructions, not before adding 'don't worry we'll find a solution' as she looks at you amused when you blush. 

it doesn’t require a lot of care, but you can't help but notice the little things she does like asking you if you've been drinking, handing you your medicines and the restocked drinks in the fridge after she’s been out. 

you stay at home for a few days since you don't feel very well and you don't want to go out with a swollen face. she assures you that you still look pretty, but she doesn't insist too much because she has the perfect excuse to spend some quiet days at home with you playing videogames and she invites you to build a lego set with her. 

she misses kisses as much as you do but it doesn't take her long to find a solution and kiss your neck instead. it’s definitely a good option until an innocent kiss turns into licking, sucking and biting. she is the one driving you crazy, you need her.

dahyun

she complains and she’s a bit overdramatic but knowing her it’s all teatrics in an attempt to make you feel better and make you laugh

you are the one that has to bring up the kissing thing. she has a habit of not expressing how she feels, so you ask her what she thinks about it. as it usually happens her answer is not direct so you have to insist a bit until she tells you that of course she will be fine, but admits that she will miss kissing you.

she is not very obvious in her care because she doesn't want to bother you, but at every meal she asks you if you have taken your medications and if she doesn't see you with something to drink nearby she puts a glass of water or something you feel like. 

although she's a bit more serious in private than in public, that hasn't stopped her from composing little songs about your tooth extraction or some of the incoherent things you said when you were still under anesthesia. some of them are really catchy. 

she behaves good and gives you little cheek kisses (on the good side), neck kisses, nose kisses, shoulder kisses and forehead kisses when she can reach you. she’s so sweet and even suggests you wait a few more days but you end up kissing her desperately.

chaeyoung

when you tell her she pouts and whines, you can’t help but call her ‘cute’ and her response was to pout and whine even more cutely, which makes both of you lose focus for a moment. 

you both promise to behave, but after that kiss and before the day of the procedure you don't take your hands off each other and you don't stop making out at every chance you have. 

she knows that you are more than capable of taking care of yourself and taking your meds, so she makes sure to remind you that you look nice, ask if you are feeling better and give you lots of love. it's not complicated or painful, but it's incredibly annoying and she knows when you're not in the best mood.

she makes you a little letter with drawings and telling you really nice things, she usually writes you letters but that she made you one for a small dental procedure just melts your heart. 

with her generally calm and easy-going personality you were more concerned about how you were going to handle it. that's why her reaction surprises you as it's the first time you've seen her frustrated and in a bad mood, but she looks hot like this, which makes the situation worse for both of you.

tzuyu

she barely pays attention to the no kissing rule because she’s more focused on the medical part of your news but when she solves all her doubts she asks you about the kisses again and later looks it up on the internet because it makes her curious. you didn’t know but she gave you her phone to search for something and saw it by accident. 

she tells you that she is fine and makes a somewhat offended comment because she interprets that you think she can't control herself. ‘you know you're the one who won't stop kissing me, right?’. 

she goes with you and asks your dentist a few questions about the healing process and the things you can and can’t do during this month. 

she usually makes you bread, but since you can't eat solid food for a while, she learns to make different teas and other drinks. 

she deals with not kissing you pretty well the first few weeks. when she wants to kiss you she just kisses you on the forehead instead which is pretty convenient given the height difference. however, the last week she gets really grumpy and in a bad mood, but when you offer to kiss her a few days before it was recommended she sighs and refuses because she just wants the best for you.

[llovely-12]

Helping you sleep

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Park Jihyo x female reader

Warnings: Twice tenth member, mentions of delayed sleep phase.

Story: You can't sleep,and Jihyo helps you get some rest.

Authors note: This is a bit shorter, but I just thought this idea was cute. Enjoy the read♥︎

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Your mind can't calm down. Earlier this week, you had a meeting with your doctor. He diagnosed you with the delayed sleep phase. It's a sickness close to insomnia. Your sleep pattern is delayed, which results in drowsiness throughout the day and troubles with falling asleep as well as waking up.

Even though you now got closure on your sleeping problems, it still made your life a tad bit miserable. You noticed having trouble sleeping after staying up after your usual bedtime for a week because you were behind on homework for school.

Being an idol and still managing school was tough. It led to sleepless nights filled with homework or studying for exams. You're not a bad student, but koreas's school system also did its numbers in you.

So now you're tossing and turning with no end to it. It's like you're trapped in a specific state of mind where you're can't shut your mind down. Many thoughts race through your head and keep your brain on an all time high.

All of your band members were probably asleep, as you guys were booked for various interviews the next day. When you weren't in school, you were cramped with the idol life. Twice's fame has been growing, so the invitations for photoshoots, interviews, and collaborations kept piling up.

Your sheets rustle with every move, and it's annoying you. Your pillow is too warm, and your blanket is almost suffocating you. In one moment, the bed is too warm and in the other moments it's too cold.

Soft snores come from the other bed. Dahyun's snores sounded funny, and usually, you were amused by her sleeping sounds. Yet today, the sounds only annoyed you, and you needed the silence of the night more than anything.

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The only silent place available is the couch in the living room. It's away from the sleeping rooms and has enough space for you to sleep on. You carry your blanket and your pillow over to the couch and settle down.

The light that shines through the windows is cold. It lights up the room just enough so that you can calm down. The living room contains many of the members' belongings. You find a sweater that belongs to jihyo. The leader of Twice usually never left clothes hanging around, so this find is rare.

The fabric still smells like her favourite perfume. Your hands bring the piece of clothing to your nose for a long inhale. Everything about your leader calmed you down. Her voice, her arms holding you, and even the faint body smell, hiding under the thick scent of her perfume.

You hold the sweater close to yourself and lie back down. Curling into a better position, you close your eyes and hope for a good and relaxing sleep.

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Almost an hour later and still no sleep in sight.

You sigh and sit up again. Even the comforting sweater of Jihyo can't calm you down. You whine and get up. Taking a few steps on the cold floorboards helps you reach the door to your leader. She would definitely be annoyed, but that fact did not matter to you.

A soft knock followed by opening the door pulls Jihyo out of her sleep. She is an unusual light sleeper, always on the call if anyone needed her help.

Jihyo sits up and rubs her tired eyes. Her gaze focuses on your body, which is slowly moving towards her bed.

She furrows her eyebrows and scoffs slightly.

"Y/n? What is wrong?"

Her voice is raspy.

"I can't sleep."

Jihyo nods and makes space for you.

Her bed is large and fits almost three people. She sighs and drapes her blanket over you after you enter her bed.

"Did you get any sleep?"

She asks while pulling you into an embrace.

"No, maybe for a few minutes, bit other than that I've been wide awake."

Jihyo frowns and gently pecks your forehead. Her love for the younger members is huge and grows with every day. All she wants is for them to be safe and cared for.

Her hands go through your hair and calm you down. She whispers some stories of her day into your ears while trying to make you drowsy.

"Did you notice Sana burning herself today because of the noodles?"

"No. So that's why she had that little burn mark on her chin?"

"Yes. It was really funny to look at."

Jihyo laughs slightly, and you let out a small giggle. Sana's clumsy habits always pulled a laugh from the members. She lights up the room without noticing it.

Jihyo smiles and stares into your eyes. Her lips leave a small kiss on your cheek. Her promise to hating kisses is quite popular, but she would always make an exception for you.

After some time, you feel your eyes getting more heavy. The thoughts in your mind slow down and die down the more jihyo talks to you and caresses your hair.

You fall asleep a while later. Jihyo smiles and gives your head a last kiss before falling asleep herself. Her big blanket keeping you both warm and safe.

The moonlight peeks through the curtains and throws a cool but comforting light on you and Jihyo.

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