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Nayeon x Jeongyeon / Pornstars

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It was a rainy day in Seoul, South Korea. Nayeon‘s manager had texted her that she has a shooting today at 6pm, so Nayeon was currently driving there.

The rain drops were echoing against the window of her car, sliding down the cold glass.

She didn’t know that she will have the shooting with THE Yoo Jeongyeon. And it may be better this way, because Nayeon has always dreamed about working with her.

She watched every single porn video there is available of Yoo Jeongyeon, and when I say every single, I mean every single.

She arrived at the location and parked her car, her manager was already waiting for her in front of the building with an umbrella in her hand.

“So, will you tell me with who I’ll be shooting today? Or will you keep it to yourself for the rest of the night?”. Nayeon asked, while she pressed herself to the side of her manager.

“I would’ve told you with who you will be shooting sooner or later, because I feel like if I wouldn’t, you’d totally freak out as soon as we walk into the room in a few minutes”. Her manager said and they started walking into the building.

“Okay, then who is it?”. Nayeon curiously asked and when they made their way into the building, and her manager closed the umbrella to put it into one of the stands, she turned to Nayeon with a teasing smirk.

“Yoo Jeongyeon”. She said and Nayeon’s face turned chalk white. Her heart started beating so fast.

“Jihyo, please tell me you are joking right now. I’m not mentally prepared for this”. Nayeon said and grabbed Jihyo’s shoulders tightly with her hands.

Jihyo just grinned at her and wrapped her own hands around Nayeon’s wrists, staring into her eyes, “What’s the matter? You always wanted this, didn’t you? I finally got the opportunity to arrange a shooting with Jeongyeon, and now you’re getting cold feet?”.

“Jihyo…You don’t understand. I’ve been fantasising about this for so long. I’m just really nervous, okay? What if she doesn’t like me? Or what if she thinks I’m ugly? Or annoying?”.

“Please that’s not true, I mean…yeah, you can be annoying some times, but that’s something lovely about you”. Jihyo said and Nayeon glared at her, “Thanks, you really know how to calm my nerves”. Nayeon ironically said and started whining when Jihyo started pulling her towards the room.

“Jihyo, Jihyo, Jih-“. Nayeon’s voice faded when Jihyo knocked against the door. Footsteps could be heard and a beautiful woman opened the door. She had black short hair, dark eyes, muscular arms and a body to die for.

“Ah, Jihyo-ssi, it’s nice to finally meet you”. The woman said and her voice was just like her visuals absolutely beautiful.

“Ah, Momo-ssi. Thanks for having us, I’m glad this worked out. I feel like this will be really, really successful for both Nayeon and Jeongyeon”. Jihyo said, while the two of them entered the room.

“Nayeon, this is Hirai Momo, Jeongyeon’s manager”. Jihyo said and Momo smiled at Nayeon, holding out her hand for her to shake, which she did, “It’s wonderful to finally meet you Nayeon-ah. You’re much more beautiful in person”. Momo said, which made Nayeon blush.

“T-Thank you, Momo-ssi”. Nayeon said and Momo smirked at her, she thought that Nayeon will be perfect for this.

“So, where’s Jeongyeon?”. Jihyo asked, awakening Nayeon’s curiosity once again.

“She will be here any second, she got stuck in traffic”. Momo said and let go of Nayeon’s hand.

“So…what will we be shooting today?”. Nayeon asked and sat down on the couch, next to Jihyo.

“Let me tell you as soon as Jeongyeon is here. She doesn’t know what it will be either”. Momo said with this almost sinister smirk playing around her lips. Nayeon felt really intimidated by the Japanese.

“Sorry I’m late Momo, traffic was absolutely horrible”.

There she is, Yoo Jeongyeon.

Nayeon gulped, her body froze. All she could do was stare, stare at the way Jeongyeon was dressed, the way her hair was styled, her face structure, her body….

“Nayeon”. Jihyo hissed at her, snapping Nayeon out of her trance like state.

Nayeon quickly stood up, bowing to greet Jeongyeon, “I-It’s really nice to meet you. Thank you for having the time to see me”. Nayeon rushed out, a blush covering her cheeks and nose again.

“You don’t have to be so formal, and if I remember correctly, you’re older than me, so I should be the one bowing down to you, unnie”. Jeongyeon said and Nayeon nearly let out a moan at the way Jeongyeon was talking to her.

When she looked up and Jeongyeon was staring at her already, the blush that was covering her face turned impossibly darker, making Jeongyeon smirk.

“I was looking forward to working with you. I really like and cherish your work”. Jeongyeon said and Nayeon smiled.

“Thank you so much, I also really like your work. It’s been a dream of mine to work with someone amazingly talented as you”. Nayeon said and Jeongyeon grinned.

“So, if you guys would sit down, then Jihyo and I can tell you what you guys will be shooting today”. Momo said and Nayeon and Jeongyeon sat down on the couch, while Jihyo and Momo stood in front of them.

“So, you guys may have realised that we don’t have any hair or makeup teams here, or lights and cameras. The reason for that is that you both will be shooting your own video tonight”. Jihyo said.

Nayeon’s eyes widened, and the grip she had on her skirt tightened.

“You mean as in amateur?”. Jeongyeon asked, making Momo nod, “Yes exactly. A lot of people enjoy amateur porn more than professional porn, because amateur seems more private and real. The viewers have a feeling of watching a real couple having an intimate moment with each other”. Momo said and Jeongyeon nodded her head understandingly.

“So for closure, that will mean you both will spent the entire night together, go out to eat, have some drinks if you want to. Pretend you’re filming a vlog for YouTube, except that you guys will have sex at some point”. Momo said and Nayeon really thought she is dreaming right now.

She will be completely alone with Jeongyeon. No managers, no cameras, except the one they will be having to record themselves with.

“Alright, I think this will be all of the information we guys have for you. You both are professionals, so just go with the flow and enjoy the night”. Jihyo said and smirked at Nayeon.

“Here’s the camera you guys will be filming with. It’s fully charged and will last for the entire night”. Momo handed Jeongyeon the small camera, which was small enough to put in your purse, but still had an amazing quality.

“We will be staying in the same hotel as you guys, so tomorrow we will meet at the hotel lobby and part ways again”. Jihyo said, while Momo and her were grabbing their belongings to leave Nayeon and Jeongyeon alone.

“Alright girls, have fun and enjoy”. Momo smirked at them before leaving the hotel room with Jihyo.

Nayeon just stared at the closed door and felt her nerves kicking in. She looked around the hotel room, which she totally forgot earlier by how nervous she was.

The room looked cozy. A huge window with the sight of Seoul’s skyscrapers could be seen. A large Tv was hanging against the wall and the bed was a king sized, with dark grey pillows and cover.

Nayeon was so in thoughts, that she didn’t see Jeongyeon turning on the camera, already recording her.

“Are you hungry, my love?”. This broke Nayeon’s thoughts and when she turned her head to the side to be met by the lense of the camera, she instantly played along.

“Yeah…starving, actually”. She rasped out and stared into Jeongyeon’s eyes instead of the camera while she said that.

“Then let’s get some food, should we?”. Jeongyeon smirked back and filmed herself stroking Nayeon’s cheek with her thumb.

Nayeon’s heart nearly exploded. All she did was hum, caressing the top of Jeongyeon’s hand with her own thumb.

They both grabbed their coats and belongings, before making their way to a restaurant nearby. They were walking down the street, holding each other’s hands, which got captured by the camera Jeongyeon was still holding, before moving the camera up to film Nayeon’s face.

“You look really beautiful tonight”. Jeongyeon said and Nayeon blushed, smiling to herself.

“Thank you, so do you”. Jeongyeon smirked and when they reached the restaurant she hid the camera a little bit, so they wouldn’t gain too much attention.

“What are you gonna order, darling?”. Jeongyeon asked after they got seated into the corner of the restaurant, a little bit isolated from the rest of the guests.

Jeongyeon was already driving Nayeon crazy with all the pet names. They were both sitting next to each other on the bench, so they could put the camera down so it captures the both of them without one of them having to hold the camera the whole time.

“I’m really in the mood for Jajangmyeon, what about you?”. Nayeon asked and rested her head on Jeongyeon’s shoulder, snuggling into her side.

“Maybe Kimchi-jjigae?”. Jeongyeon said and wrapped her right arm around Nayeon’s waist.

“Great choice”. Nayeon hummed and ran her finger over Jeongyeon’s hand.

That’s one thing Jeongyeon really liked about Nayeon.

Her hands.

They were absolutely perfect. Long, slender fingers with always beautifully decorated fingernails.

“Do you wanna order a bottle of wine as well?”. Jeongyeon asked and let Nayeon play with her fingers.

“Yeah, wine would be great. Do you prefer red or white?”. Nayeon asked and totally forgot about the camera recording them for a moment.

“Red mostly for meat only, otherwise white”. Jeongyeon answered and Nayeon looked up at her with a surprised expression on her face, “Yeah, same”. She smiled and Jeongyeon returned it instantly.

The waiter came and broke their little moment, taking their order before turning back around to leave them alone again.

“So, what do you do in your free time?”. Nayeon asked after the waiter filled up their wine glasses.

“I really like having late night drives, listening to music with the windows down”. Jeongyeon answered and Nayeon felt like she found her missing piece, because apart from singing, that’s what she enjoyed the most as well.

“Yeah so do I”.

“Maybe we can have a late night drive some other time”. Jeongyeon smiled at her, “Yeah, I’d love that”. Nayeon smiled back.

When their food came, they kept talking about anything that just popped up in their mind, also commenting how good the food is and shared it with each other.

They had dessert as well, which was Nayeon’s favourite part of the dinner. Jeongyeon payed for the both of them and Nayeon thanked her millions of times.

“You can thank me later”. Jeongyeon responded to that with a smirk playing on her lips, making Nayeon shiver.

She totally forgot that they will fuck when they are back at the hotel. I mean…she is definitely not complaining about that, that’s what she has been dreaming of for ages.

Jeongyeon was just really fun to be around with and Nayeon felt really comfortable and safe with her, which was a really calming fact for her.

“Oh yeah? How would you like me to thank you?”. Nayeon hummed, while interlocking her arm with Jeongyeon’s, while they were walking back to the hotel.

Nayeon was the one recording now, capturing their upper bodies and faces, while walking.

“I have some things in mind”. Jeongyeon grinned and Nayeon felt the anticipation growing inside of her more and more with each step they got closer to the hotel room.

When they entered the lobby and Nayeon recorded Jeongyeon pressing the button for the elevator, it felt like ages before she finally heard the 'ping' noise and the metal doors opened for them to enter.

She pointed the camera toward the large mirror inside of the elevator. Jeongyeon stepped behind her to wrap her strong arms around Nayeon’s petite waist, placing kisses over her cheek and jaw.

Nayeon watched it through the little screen of the recorder, feeling her heart racing yet again.

“I can’t wait to have you all to myself”. Jeongyeon whispered in her ear, making Nayeon’s knees nearly give in.

When the elevator doors opened again, they both quickly made their way to the hotel room. Jeongyeon held the card against the mechanism, the light switched from red to green and they both walked into the room, after Jeongyeon closed the door with a ‘Don’t disturb' sign hanging onto the doorknob.

Nayeon placed the camera on top of the round little desk, so it directly points towards the bed.

“Come here”. Jeongyeon pulled Nayeon against her chest, wrapping her arms around her waist. Nayeon wrapped her arms around the back of Jeongyeon’s neck, staring at her with hazed eyes.

“I can’t wait to play with you”. Jeongyeon whispered in Nayeon’s ear, which made Nayeon whine out. Jeongyeon didn’t say this for the camera, she only said it for Nayeon.

“What are you waiting for then?”. Nayeon smirked, playing with the little baby hairs at Jeongyeon’s neck.

Jeongyeon just hummed, before pulling Nayeon in front of the camera, running her hands up and down her naked thighs.

She lifted up the skirt Nayeon was wearing, exposing her red laced panties to the camera.

“So pretty”. She hummed, running her nails up and down the inside of Nayeon’s thighs, making her legs flinch.

Jeongyeon slid the zipper of the skirt down, letting the skirt fall down to the floor, pooling around Nayeon’s feet. Nayeon quickly stepped out of it, kicking off her black Louboutin’s as well.

Jeongyeon took off the black shirt Nayeon was wearing, exposing the matching red laced bra.

“You’re so beautiful”. Jeongyeon breathed out and turned Nayeon around to kiss her. They turned to the side, so the camera catches the way their tongues swirl around each other and the way Nayeon’s hands clench into Jeongyeon’s shirt, before taking it off, revealing Jeongyeon’s black bra.

Nayeon couldn’t hide the smirk forming on her lips. She’s dreamt about undressing Jeongyeon millions of times already, and to do exactly that was just pure bliss to her.

Jeongyeon smirked back at her, as if she could read her mind. Nayeon let her palms slide down Jeongyeon’s stomach, sliding her pointer fingers teasingly under the waistband of her black, baggy jeans, while Jeongyeon kicked off her Nikey’s.

Nayeon looked up at her, staring at Jeongyeon with hazed eyes, while she started unbuttoning her pants and pulling the zipper down, so Jeongyeon’s pants fall down to her ankles, leaving her in her black bra and black Calvin Klein boxer shorts.

Before Nayeon could do anything else, Jeongyeon turned Nayeon’s front to the camera again, so Nayeon’s back was pressed against her chest.

Jeongyeon’s fingers opened the back of Nayeon’s bra, slipping the straps painfully slow down Nayeon’s shoulders, exposing Nayeon’s tits.

Jeongyeon threw the bra somewhere in the room, before wrapping her arms around Nayeon’s naked waist. Nayeon grabbed the top of Jeongyeon’s hands with her own.

Jeongyeon started placing open-mouthed kisses over Nayeon’s neck, before moving her hands up to palm Nayeon’s tits.

Nayeon let out a shaky breath, leaning her head against Jeongyeon’s shoulder, tilting her head to give Jeongyeon more space.

“My pretty girl”. Jeongyeon whispered in Nayeon’s ear, making her moan out loudly for the first time. Jeongyeon smirked, pinching Nayeon’s nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, nibbling on Nayeon’s earlobe.

Jeongyeon quickly took her own bra off, throwing it to Nayeon’s red one lying somewhere in the room, before pressing her naked chest against Nayeon’s naked back.

Jeongyeon felt Nayeon shiver, she turned Nayeon sideways again, kneeling down in front of her.

Nayeon’s mouth gaped open when Jeongyeon started placing kisses down her tummy and upper thighs. Jeongyeon slid Nayeon’s panties down her long legs, exposing Nayeon’s shaved pussy, already slick with wetness.

“Hmm, all for me?”. Jeongyeon rasped out and let her thumb rub over Nayeon’s clit slowly, collecting the wetness.

All Nayeon could do was nod, she couldn’t form any words right now, too horny to even think of words right now.

Jeongyeon stood back up, taking off her boxer’s in a quick motion, leaving them both completely naked and exposed to the lense of the camera.

Nayeon gulped when her eyes instantly shot down between Jeongyeon’s legs. Jeongyeon was huge, pre-cum was already leaking out of the tip.

Jeongyeon pushed Nayeon towards the direction of the bed, pushing her down by her shoulders, so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, before walking back to grab the camera.

She pointed the lense towards Nayeon, before walking closer to her, so her cock was face to face with Nayeon’s.

“Baby”. Jeongyeon rasped out and Nayeon had to press her thighs together because of that nickname.

“Yes?”. She innocently asked and stared into the camera.

“I want your mouth on me, please?”. Jeongyeon sweetly asked and Nayeon smirked.

“Of course, babe”. Nayeon said and wrapped her huge hand around Jeongyeon’s cock. Her hand could barely close around Jeongyeon’s length.

“You’re so hard”. Nayeon breathed out, slowly pumping her hand up and down. Jeongyeon hummed and pointed the camera a bit lower, to film everything.

“Only for you”. She said and Nayeon licked her lips, before leaning down to kiss Jeongyeon’s tip, “I know baby”. Nayeon husked out and then sucked Jeongyeon‘s tip completely in her mouth.

Jeongyeon let out a moan, capturing the way Nayeon’s cheeks puff, the way her jaw goes slack and the way her brows clench together by how filled her mouth was because of Jeongyeon.

“Mmm, yes. That’s my girl, you’re doing so good”. Jeongyeon cooed, making Nayeon moan against her tip, before taking more and more of Jeongyeon down her throat.

“Fuck, Yeonie”. Jeongyeon huffed, grabbing the back of Nayeon’s head, clenching her fingers in her brown hair.

Nayeon wrapped her hand tighter around Jeongyeon’s cock, sucking harder at her tip, while her hand kept pumping up and down faster.

“Shit…you’re so good at that baby. I’m so close”. Jeongyeon moaned out and this encouraged Nayeon even more to finally make Jeongyeon cum in her mouth.

It didn’t take long after that. A few more sucks and pumps and Jeongyeon shot her load into Nayeon’s mouth, filling it completely up.

Nayeon stuck out her tongue to show the camera the cum, before swallowing it.

“Good girl”. Jeongyeon hummed and leaned down to peck Nayeon’s lips. Nayeon smiled against her lips before pecking her lips multiple times.

Jeongyeon pushed her further up the bed, so Nayeon’s head was resting against the huge pillows. Jeongyeon handed her the camera, so Nayeon grabbed it to point the lense towards Jeongyeon.

“Time for your reward”. Jeongyeon said and Nayeon bit her lip, watching Jeongyeon spread her legs with ease. Jeongyeon laid down between Nayeon’s spread legs, kissing a path up and down the inside of Nayeon’s thighs.

Nayeon pointed the camera close to Jeongyeon’s face, watching her through the little screen attached to the camera.

“You’re so wet princess. Look at the mess you made”. Jeongyeon rasped out, running her fingers through Nayeon’s slick folds, collecting her wetness to show her how wet her fingers were.

The dark room was only lit up by the little lamp on the nightstand next to the bed, the moonlight and the light from the skyscrapers shining into the room, making Jeongyeon’s fingers look like they got coated in diamonds.

Jeongyeon sucked her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean, before wrapping her arms around Nayeon’s thighs. She blew cold air against Nayeon’s clit, making her whine.

Jeongyeon just smirked before sucking Nayeon’s clit in her mouth. Nayeon’s legs twitched, she wanted to press her legs together but Jeongyeon held them apart.

Her hand could barely hold the camera, it took all the control in her to hold the camera still.

When Jeongyeon started flicking her tongue over Nayeon’s clit, Nayeon let out a squeal, reaching her free hand out to clench her hand in Jeongyeon’s hair.

Jeongyeon let her flat tongue run up and down Nayeon’s slit, before closing back around her clit again. She watched Nayeon’s face, the way her cheeks are flushed, her parted lips, the clenched brows.

To see this in person after only seeing it on videos was absolutely perfect, breathtaking even for Jeongyeon. Nayeon was so beautiful, plus she tastes absolutely amazing as well.

“You taste so good, princess”. Jeongyeon hummed out, making Nayeon moan loudly at the nickname.

Nayeon completely lost it when Jeongyeon pushed two fingers into her, fucking her at a fast pace, while her tongue kept working her clit.

“Oh my fucking god”. Nayeon croaked out, the grip on Jeongyeon’s hair tightening.

“What is it?”. Jeongyeon grinned, while still thrusting her fingers in and out of Nayeon.

“It feels so good”. Nayeon breathed out.

“What? I didn’t hear you?”. Jeongyeon smirked, curling her fingers inside Nayeon.

“It feels so good”. Nayeon cried out loudly, filming Jeongyeon’s fingers, the sound of her wetness echoing in the room, just like the panting and moaning from both of them.

“Yeah? It feels good? Are you gonna cum for me, huh?”. Jeongyeon cooed, grabbing the camera out of Nayeon’s hand.

“Come on, cum all over my fingers”. Jeongyeon rasped out, filming the way her entire hand started rubbing Nayeon’s clit.

Nayeon let out a loud squeal, before squirting all over Jeongyeon’s hand and thighs.

“Mmm, yes, just like that sweetie”. Jeongyeon hummed, capturing everything with the camera.

Nayeon’s legs were shaking like crazy. No one has ever made her squirt before, so she was really emotional right now and started tearing up.

Jeongyeon instantly felt the mood switching and set the camera onto the night stand, so it captures the both of them.

“Hey, come here”. Jeongyeon leaned down, sliding her arms under Nayeon’s back, pulling her closer. Nayeon instantly wrapped her arms around Jeongyeon’s neck, pressing their chest together.

“What’s the matter?”. Jeongyeon asked, caressing Nayeon’s hair, while Nayeon was sobbing against her neck.

Nayeon pulled away from Jeongyeon’s neck, staring up at her. “Hm?”. Jeongyeon hummed, caressing Nayeon’s cheek.

“I just loved it so much”. Nayeon croaked out, wiping her tears away. Jeongyeon couldn’t help the huge smile forming on her face.

“Aww, you’re so fucking cute”. She said and squished Nayeon’s cheeks together, before pecking her lips multiple times, making Nayeon giggle.

“No, it’s embarrassing…”. Nayeon whined, hiding her face with her hands.

“No, it’s not. I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else right now, than here, with you…”. Jeongyeon said.

Nayeon slowly removed her hands from her face, grabbing the back of Jeongyeon’s neck.

“Really?”. Nayeon asked, pulling Jeongyeon closer, so close until their foreheads were pressed together. Jeongyeon didn’t say anything, she just kissed Nayeon, actions speak louder than words after all.

They both sighed into the kiss, caressing every part of their bodies they could reach.

Nayeon turned them around, so she’s straddling Jeongyeon’s lap. The camera was still recording, but it was like both had forgotten about it by now.

When Nayeon sank down on Jeongyeon’s cock, Jeongyeon felt like she just entered heaven.

“Fuck…”. She breathed out, grabbing Nayeon’s slim waist, watching her cock slide smoothly in and out of Nayeon’s slick pussy.

Nayeon planted her hands onto Jeongyeon’s stomach, instantly starting at a rough pace. Her hips slammed up and down so hard that their skin was slapping together each time.

“Nayeon”. Jeongyeon groaned out, spanking one of Nayeon’s ass cheeks harshly, making the older woman moan lewdly.

When Jeongyeon started thrusting up into Nayeon, Nayeon couldn’t hold herself up and longer. She collapsed on top of Jeongyeon, her face pressed in the crook of Jeongyeon’s neck.

Jeongyeon slid her arms around Nayeon’s waist, feet planted against the mattress, before she started pounding into her.

“Jeongyeon”. Nayeon cried into Jeongyeon’s ear, making Jeongyeon huff out, spanking Nayeon once again, and again, and again.

“You take it so well, you’re such a good girl”. Jeongyeon praised and grabbed Nayeon’s ass tightly in each of her hands, literally fucking Nayeon’s brain out of her.

“Rub your clit for me sweetie”. Jeongyeon rasped out. Nayeon’s shaking hand slide down between their bodies, rubbing her hard nub with her fingers.

“Jeongyeonie”. Nayeon cried out even harder, her entire body started shaking.

“It’s okay, just cum if u want baby”. Jeongyeon moaned out. She could feel the way Nayeon’s pussy clenched around her dick and soon after she felt Nayeon’s cum coating her dick.

“Good girl”. Jeongyeon huffed out, kissing Nayeon’s temple.

Nayeon leaned up, threw her hair to one side of her shoulder and leaned down to kiss Jeongyeon.

She grabbed Jeongyeon’s jaw, opening up her mouth to suck her tongue in her mouth. Jeongyeon moaned into her mouth, scratching her nails down Nayeon’s spine, making the older woman groan.

Jeongyeon’s eyes darted to the side, the red dot blinking on and off from the camera in a steady rhythm. She quickly turned them around, so Nayeon’s under her again.

She grabbed the camera, filming Nayeon up and down.

“You’re so perfect”. Jeongyeon said, making Nayeon blush, “Open your mouth”. Jeongyeon said and Nayeon instantly obeyed.

“Good girl”. Jeongyeon hummed before sliding two fingers in Nayeon’s mouth, Nayeon’s mouth instantly closed around Jeongyeon’s fingers, sucking them.

Without a warning Jeongyeon pushed her cock completely into Nayeon, making her gasp against Jeongyeon’s fingers.

Jeongyeon pulled her fingers out of Nayeon’s mouth, sliding her hand around her throat, choking her. Nayeon gasped out, clenching her hands into the sheets.

Jeongyeon leaned back up, filming her cock sliding in and out of Nayeon’s pussy. Her dick was glistening in the dark from Nayeon’s wetness.

Jeongyeon held out her free hand and Nayeon instantly interlocked their fingers, spreading her legs more, so Jeongyeon can fuck her even harder.

Jeongyeon put the camera back onto the nightstand, so it films their entire bodies again.

She spread Nayeon’s legs so far apart, that Nayeon was folded underneath her, completely pinned by Jeongyeon with no room of moving.

Nayeon scratched down Jeongyeon’s back, just for Jeongyeon to pin Nayeon’s hands up above her head as well.

Nayeon was completely at Jeongyeon’s mercy, not that she was complaining though.

Jeongyeon grabbed Nayeon’s face between her fingers, so they’re staring at each other before she started fucking Nayeon into the mattress.

Nayeon’s mouth gaped open in a silent scream, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Yeah, you like that?”. Jeongyeon whispered in Nayeon’s ear, making her cry out, “Huh? You forgot how to speak now?”. Jeongyeon grinned, pressing her fingers harder into Nayeon’s cheeks.

“N-No, it feels s-so f-fucking good”. Nayeon huffed out between thrusts, her words coming out breathless by how hard Jeongyeon was fucking her.

“Yeah, you’re feeling good? I’m glad”. Jeongyeon smirked, leaning down to kiss Nayeon passionately. Nayeon moaned into her mouth, swirling their tongues around each other once again.

“I’m close Jeongyeonie”. Nayeon croaked out.

“Yeah, I know. You’re clenching so hard around my cock”. Jeongyeon shamelessly said, making Nayeon moan out once again.

“I’m close too, let’s cum together”. Jeongyeon said, before picking up the pace for the last time. They were both moaning lewdly, not giving any fucks anymore.

“I’m cumming”. Nayeon squealed out, clenching hard around Jeongyeon’s cock, making Jeongyeon cum as well, milking her completely dry.

“Yes…fill me up”. Nayeon moaned out, making Jeongyeon groan, while cumming inside of her.

Jeongyeon grabbed the camera from the nightstand again, before filming down to their crotches. She slowly pulled out her cock, spreading Nayeon’s pussy apart to show her cum leaking out of it.

After she recorded that she turned off the camera, putting it back onto the nightstand.

“You did so good”. Jeongyeon said and hovered over Nayeon once again, pecking her lip gently.

“Thank you, you were amazing”. Nayeon breathed out, still feeling the aftermaths of her many orgasms.

Jeongyeon smiled at her before pulling her in for one last kiss. Nayeon grabbed her cheeks with both hands, enjoying this moment for one last time.

“How about we get clean and go for a late night drive?”. Jeongyeon asked with a smile before sliding a strand of hair behind Nayeon’s ear.

“Yes, I’d love that”. Nayeon smiled, caressing Jeongyeon’s hand against her cheek.

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today i offer you mohyo!

“why won’t you pick up the phone?!”

the scream of a question can be heard from sana’s room, and perhaps even the neighbors had heard it through the thick walls of their apartments. momo was rarely loud, which compensated for sana’s lack of quiet, but the constant buzzing and ringing of sana’s phone had been disturbing her through her movie, enough to make her snap.

it was even more rare for the device not to be on sana’s hand all the time, given sana’s need to be persistently online, yet the phone was left on a counter at the kitchen, far from sana and closer to momo.

“because it’s her!” sana screams as she answers back, huffing as she finished her makeup with way too much blush on her cheeks.

that night, sana had a date. it’s not like the date was meant for her to know more about the girl who had asked her out — the both of them had other intentions, clearly, which was why they’d meet up at a club. after breaking up with jihyo, sana has had quite a few dates, all of which ended up on only one thing, indicating that sana was still her same old self, as if jihyo was never even there.

looking back to when she was still with jihyo, sana really thought she’d eventually fall for her. jihyo was complicated — but sana found her to be lovable. she was the first girl who sana called ‘girlfriend’, all because, for some reason, she couldn’t just have a one night stand with her, and they kept repeating their first night together until eventually jihyo decided that sana was her girlfriend.

now, after no longer than two months of their breakup, with sana aware that jihyo knew, somehow, that she had a date, sana regrets not rejecting her. deeply so, flushed not only because of the excessive makeup on her cheeks, but because she was angry.

momo pauses her movie, grunting as she hears sana’s annoying ringtone for the nth time. “she’s calling again!”

“sanaaaaaaa.” jihyo cries, impatiently waiting for sana to answer her calls.

she had parked her car in front of sana’s building, a familiar place that jihyo was no longer allowed to enter. despite granting sana’s wish of sending jihyo away and forbidding jihyo of paying sana a ‘visit’, the doorman still pitied the young girl, pretending he didn’t see her car parked where it wasn’t supposed to.

jihyo had been crying since morning. it became routine after sana left her — jihyo woke up, thought about sana, wondered why her girlfriend had been acting so mean, and wept until she found enough comfort to go on with her day, pretending to everybody, including her own friends, that she and sana had never broken up.

jihyo couldn’t understand why sana had left her. part of the reason why that happened was the idealization she had of sana's love for her, which was fueled by sana, who even told jihyo nobody had ever made her feel what jihyo made her feel. sana wasn’t lying then, her feelings for jihyo were genuine, and they might have evolved into something stronger if only they were meant to be. that wasn’t the case, and while jihyo fell harder, sana kept losing her interest on her.

the rejection was unbearable. truly so, to the point jihyo rejected being rejected. sana definitely didn’t mean all the things she had been saying to jihyo lately, and she certainly didn’t mean to break up with her. they were perfect together, the campus’ perfect couple. it didn’t matter if their relationship had only lasted a little over six months and that sana had been going out with other women. she is just confused, jihyo believed. sana would go back to her.

jihyo anxiously moves one of her legs, putting weight on her knee, the leg bobbing incessantly as she waited. for a period of time, jihyo has her forehead against the wheel of her car, breathing slowly as she tried to prevent the tears from coming, but the more she waited, the more heartbroken she was.

the buzzing of her phone stops, and jihyo is about to dial sana’s number again, but then there’s a voice coming through the speakers.

“if you don’t get this call, i’ll get it for you!” momo huffs, unusually annoyed.

“i don’t care!” sana shouts from her room.

sana did the extraordinary — she was starting to piss momo off. momo stands up, loudly threatening sana to tell her ex where she’d be for the night (or part of it), and sana takes perhaps too long to understand momo’s intent behind answering the call. her feet make a harsh sound as she rushes out of her room, and momo was about to take her phone when she appears in the kitchen.

“momo, no!” sana chastises.

“it’s been a whole hour of this! you could’ve muted it!” momo says, evidently upset.

“momo,” sana’s eyes widen. she tries to get her phone from momo’s hands, but momo turns around and sana ends up hugging her, still trying to snatch it from her roommate’s hands. “momo, you can’t pick this up! she’ll ruin my night, stop it!”

momo ignores sana’s pleas. “she ruined my movie!”

before sana can do anything to stop momo, her phone stops ringing and they hear a whimper. instant regret is what momo feels, because she wasn’t really trying to snitch on sana, but now she was on a call with her ex, and the girl was clearly crying from the sounds of it.

“hey, uh…” momo starts, trying to remember her name. she remembers sana used to call her ji, but that couldn’t be her full name, so momo resorts to another approach. “pretty girl.”

“sana?” jihyo rushes to pick her phone from the dashboard of the car, hands shaking. to her, the few words she’d heard had been nothing but a rhythmic pattern of sound. in her pitiful state, she couldn’t tell that the person wasn’t sana.

momo shakes her head, as if jihyo could see her. “momo. so, cutie, sana can’t answer the phone right now. she asked me to tell you that, uhh…”

sana panics, letting go of the tight hug to face momo, silently begging her not to tell jihyo where she was going. she was already trying to imagine how it would be to tell her date that they couldn’t go to their desired location because her crazy ex would follow her anywhere. perhaps sana would just have to cancel it at last minute, because she didn’t want to embarrass herself because of jihyo.

momo clears her throat. “s-she… she’s sick!” she bursts out with the affirmation. “she’s resting in bed, so she can’t talk to you.”

“really?” jihyo sniffs. she has her arms crossed, eyes red and puffy from crying, disappointed because she wouldn’t get to see sana. “it’s nothing serious, right? will she be okay?”

“it’s very contagious!” momo explains.

sana looks at her with a reprimanding face, not fond of where that conversation with her ex was going. at least she was free from jihyo. for that, sana was relieved.

“contagious?” jihyo pouts, her heart aching from imagining sana suffering in bed.

“oh, yes. very. but i’m taking care of her, so you shouldn’t worry. she will talk to you soon!” momo laughs when sana grimaces.

jihyo’s heart races. it had been too long since sana willingly spoke with her. “she… she will?”

“uhh, sure! hehe.” momo fakes out a laugh, knowing sana wanted to end her right there and then. “i have to go now.”

“okay.” jihyo sighs. “tell her i miss her. and… that i wish she recovers fast.”

“will do,” momo replies. “bye bye.”

sana steals her phone back as soon as momo hangs up, her breathing heavy from the slight fear of momo messing up built up in her stomach.

“you owe me one.” momo declares. “she will stop calling and she thinks you’re staying at home.”

“did you have to add that it was contagious?” sana asks, still mad at momo.

“i saved your night and that’s what you’re thinking about?” momo complains, walking away from sana. as she was already in the kitchen, it wouldn’t hurt to grab a snack to eat while watching her movie. “so ungrateful.”

it was time for jihyo to give up and leave. sana wouldn’t have her date and jihyo wouldn’t be able to talk to her, so there was no point in staying, waiting for nothing to happen.

no tears were left inside of her to keep crying, so jihyo spent a couple of minutes drying her face and reapplying her makeup, uncertain of where she’d be heading to now that sana was unavailable. meeting up with her friends was always an option — a way better one than returning to the loneliness of her own apartment.

jihyo checks her appearance through the rearview of her car. she still looked good, but it was evident that she had cried. the tear stains were quickly covered with powder, but her eyes remained puffy, and it would take a while for them to look normal again.

as she considers finding her friends and having a good time that night, jihyo notices someone familiar leaving the building in front of her.

“sana…” jihyo mutters.

it was her. sana, with her phone against her ear, wearing the jacket jihyo had failed to steal before they broke up. sana looked beautiful — she looked beautiful for another person, and she had just lied to her.

jihyo grabs her purse and the car keys, her heart pounding, both hurt and angry, making her way to sana before she got to call a cab or whatever the person she was calling was.

sana wants to evaporate the moment she sees jihyo in front of her. that was new — jihyo had been waiting outside, it seemed. not that it surprised sana that she would do something like that, but it was definitely not something she had expected to happen that particular night.

“i see you’re sick.” it’s the first thing jihyo says.

the tone of her voice is impolite and coated with rage, and sana considers running back inside and making momo fix the situation she had created. but sana didn’t owe jihyo anything, and so, she decides she won’t allow jihyo to really ruin her night.

“why are you here?” sana asks, coming out harsher than she’d ever been with jihyo. unfortunately, her date hadn’t picked up the call, so there was nothing sana could do to avoid speaking to jihyo.

the hostility seems to be enough to make jihyo lose her posture. it had always been easy, to make jihyo lose her bravado and look like nothing but a spoiled little girl who couldn’t bear to not have what she wanted. that’s how sana saw her, jihyo knows. sana wasn’t wrong, and jihyo also knew that, but she still wanted sana, even when it made her look like a fool.

“because you’re my girlfriend.” jihyo answers. “you can’t go on dates with others when you already have me.”

“i broke up with you, two months ago.” sana says, with her jaw locked. “if you follow me, i’ll make you regret. i’m so serious, jihyo, you’re…”

“why can’t you take me on a date instead?” jihyo suddenly asks, ignoring sana’s last comment. she didn’t mean that anyway, jihyo was sure. “these girls will never give you what i can give you. you will never love them, sana.”

“and i’ll never love you.” sana sighs, frustrated. “that’s why we broke up. i don’t love you. i never did and never will. i made it clear from the beginning that i wasn’t looking for that.”

jihyo shakes her head. “but you said you liked me, that the feeling was new to you. we were starting to…”

sana phone rings again, interrupting the younger girl in front of her. this time, sana wants to answer the call — because it wasn’t jihyo.

“forget what we had.” sana asks, too cold with her words. “leave me alone.”

when sana walks away, jihyo wants to run to her. her legs don’t move and sana is already entering another street when jihyo lets her words really sink in. they had hurt her more than hearing from sana that she wanted to break up with her, and still jihyo wanted sana.

it doesn’t take longer than another week of jihyo pretending they were still together for sana to decide that she wasn’t going to deal with her anymore.

“it’s worse to let her know i don’t care about her than blocking her.” sana explains to momo, unblocking jihyo on all of her social media accounts. “i have a plan. and you are helping me.”

“me? why?” momo suddenly pays attention to sana. she’d been barely listening to her, too busy cooking lunch for them to hear what sana had to say about her ex.

“because you picked up the phone last week and everything went wrong. you owe me something.” sana states. “so now you’re dealing with her. i’ll tell the doorman she can come any time she wants, but it’s you who’s going to talk to her. i won’t be here when she arrives.”

momo stirs the meat in the pan, considering stealing a piece for a small taste. “how would you know when she’s coming?”

“she always comes when she knows i’m going out. so i’ll leave earlier than i usually do, and because she will have access to the apartment, she’ll come here.” sana says, as if she had thought about it for long enough to have the details planned out. “all you have to do is keep her here for a while, that way she won’t follow me. if we keep doing that, maybe she’ll give up.”

“she didn’t follow you last week, though. maybe she’s starting to accept the breakup.” momo gives in and grabs a piece of meat, sneakily putting it in her mouth before sana can look away from the phone to focus on her.

sana sighs. “that’s only because we had a fight. she was upset, but she’s not anymore. it’s like a loop. she keeps coming back even when i hurt her.”

“so you’ll have a date outside and i’ll have a date inside,” momo jokes, accepting her own fate. “does she like video games?”

sana raises an eyebrow at momo’s mention of her having a ‘date’ with her ex. “i never asked. she doesn’t seem like the type of girl who does.”

momo shrugs. “i’ll find something to do with her.”

jihyo feels like something is wrong the moment her entry in sana’s building isn’t denied. everything seemed odd from the moment sana was no longer blocking her on social media — jihyo should feel happy, because now she gets to see sana’s posts again, but it’s almost as if sana was putting an end to them for good, and jihyo just didn’t know how.

it’s nighttime when she gets there. it’s usually around that time that sana would go out. sana did it every week, unable to stay at home, as if her nights out were the only moments of genuine joy in her week. jihyo never understood that part of sana — her need to party, to meet new people, and her incapability of committing to someone instead of having one night stands.

if the obsession hadn’t corrupted her mind, jihyo would know that sana wasn’t the right person for her. they were nothing alike. what she has always wanted for her life was never what sana wished to have for hers. to have a stable relationship, to get married eventually and have kids when it was the right time.

and it’s not like jihyo wanted to keep getting hurt, but even when sana told her clearly that she’d never love her, something still made jihyo not give up, pulling her towards sana like a magnet — it was both hope that sana would magically realize that she loves her and that they’d be happy once that happened, and something else. something jihyo had yet to figure out.

it’s not sana who answers the door. it’s momo — jihyo remembers her name. sana’s roommate. she couldn’t tell, but momo was sweating, because she’d promised sana to keep jihyo inside for an hour, but now that she’s face to face with her, momo hardly know what to say or what to do with her.

“ji…” momo stops to think, attempting to remember her name once again. sana had said it a couple of times that day, and yet all momo could remember was the ‘ji’. “soo? jisoo?”

“jihyo.” she smiles, sweet. “can i talk to sana?”

it’s when jihyo crosses her arms, with a purse dangling from her elbow and faint pink on her cheeks, that momo notices she’s prettier than she’d expected. momo has seen her before, of course, but never that close, and she was never bothered enough about sana’s girlfriend to pay attention to her. that was sana’s girl, after all. there was no point, back then, to give her any special attention.

but jihyo wasn’t sana’s anymore, so momo was allowed to look at her the way she was unconsciously doing. ogling her from head to toe, licking her lips when she notices how short jihyo’s skirt was, sighing when she stops herself from staring at her any further, or else jihyo would think she was a creep and sana’s plan would go to ashes.

“come in, jihyo.” momo invites.

unaware of the fact that momo had just checked her out, jihyo steps inside, nervous because she believed sana was there.

if momo had any worries about not having what to do with jihyo, they were all gone as soon as jihyo turned around, with her arms still crossed, hands rubbing her own arms as if she was cold, giving momo an even better sight of her cleavage slightly squeezed by her arms.

momo had been the best friend sana could ask for, really. she deserved a treat, and there was an interesting way momo could help both sana and herself simultaneously.

“sana is out, jihyo,” momo announces after closing the door. that way, maybe jihyo wouldn’t find an excuse to leave so quickly. “but would you mind making me some company until she arrives?”

nothing about momo made jihyo want to refuse the request — nothing but her friend, sana, who probably had her hands inside a random girl’s pants by that time. jihyo considers leaving, but she had nothing to do at home. and then she considers staying, which sounded more reasonable to her than leaving after being there for half a minute.

“…it’s because i cook when i’m anxious. and when i’m happy. or sad. i cook a lot. but sana doesn’t eat at home often and i can’t eat it all by myself, so i give everything i make to the neighbors…”

jihyo listens attentively as momo shares a story with her, on her third glass of wine, seemingly forgetting about the fact that she would have to drive later. jihyo didn’t want to stay for too long, at first. she had stayed because she was far too polite not to, but she ends up having dinner with momo, and then she finds herself watching a movie and drinking with her, as if they were on a date.

“…but the granny from an apartment downstairs has a very jealous husband,” momo pouts as she speaks, making jihyo laugh, already imagining what was about to come. “he thought i was flirting with her because i kept giving them the desserts i made, but i only gave those to them because she is nice! he was so loud telling me to have respect for the elders that i think the entire floor heard him.” she whines. “that cheesecake was delicious! it was his loss, honestly.”

without even realizing, jihyo had forgotten about sana. momo did that effortlessly, being funny and flirty, giving her something sana had never given her. a proper date — even though jihyo didn’t see whatever that was as a date. they were only strangers who shared one thing in common.

sana. jihyo was there for sana, until she was there for momo’s stories, the relaxed voiced that came out hoarsely after a couple drinks, and the bold hand subtly touching her knee, without a mere announcement or request — momo was touching her, palming her warm skin that was bare from wearing a skirt, as if they weren’t just acquaintances.

“i can understand why he would think you were flirting with her,” jihyo laughs softly, leaving the nearly empty glass at the center table. “you are very flirty.”

momo smiles, the movie long forgotten as she sits facing jihyo. her hand never moves away. “you think so?”

jihyo nods slowly, cheeks flushed due to the alcohol. “are you flirting with me now?”

momo had noticed from the moment she saw her — jihyo’s eyes were big. they were the prettiest she had ever seen, sparkling brighter the more she laughed. at the back of momo’s head, where there weren’t any thoughts about moving her hand higher, she wondered how sana didn’t fall for jihyo, even after dating her for months. it had only been an hour and momo felt like she had. or perhaps she was blinded by a filthy need located everywhere but in her head, unable to think straight.

“maybe.” momo replies. “would you like that?”

jihyo watches, feels, as the hand moves, going under her skirt. “i…”

“i love this!”

it’s amusing — momo has a subtle smile on her lips, wondering if they would receive any complaints about the noise.

jihyo was loud. maybe that was only a consequence of the lack of sana, but momo was hardly doing anything and jihyo was on the edge once again.

before momo had her like that, impaled on her cock, riding her with sheer enthusiasm, loudly whining and making sure to vocalize how good momo was for her, how good she felt inside, how she’d never taken anyone bigger, taking the girl to her room had been difficult. jihyo kissed like she’d never been kissed before, hungry and messy, as if she had no coordination at all, and now she rode her just the same.

momo coos, wanting to ask jihyo if that was what she really needed — if taking her cock was all she needed to forget her obsession with sana, wondering what jihyo’s answer would’ve been then, when almost all of her length was inside of the smaller girl who stubbornly attempted to take more cock than she could.

“b… big, momo,” jihyo mutters, reciting the only things she could possibly think about, her ex’s best friend and the way she stretched her up. “a-again, i’m… i-i’m… momo!”

labored breaths, tiny shrieks of pleasure and a sweet voice chanting momo’s name fills the room again. at that point, momo doubted that the neighbors would have the compassion not to complain about the noise, but caring about it the last thing momo thinks about, especially when jihyo was making herself come yet another time on her cock, still riding her hard as if refusing to cease to a stop.

“won’t you give yourself a rest, pretty girl?” momo asks. the noise that comes out of jihyo’s mouth as an answer doesn’t quite meet momo’s ears before jihyo is crashing into her, desperately finding her lips, and then momo’s tongue is playing with jihyo’s, as if guiding her into a brief change of pace, slowing down to be able to kiss jihyo properly.

jihyo pulls away. her hair, that had once been neat and perfectly styled into waves, is now messy, contributing to her disheveled appearance. she’s the prettiest girl momo had ever seen, truly, and momo almost blows her load when she remembers she was still inside of her. and jihyo was impossibly tight, gripping her length like she had never taken a cock before, rolling hips slowly as she recovered from reaching her peak, about to keep riding.

momo can’t think of anyone that had been that excited to ride her — she has had a good amount of girls, not as much as sana, but enough to know that jihyo was something else. being a good friend really paid off, momo concludes, if that was what she got from giving sana a hand. momo brings her hands to jihyo’s bare tits, squeezing the abundant flesh and sighing, muttering a ‘thank you, sana’ only in her head.

“you’re just too needy, aren’t you?” momo’s eyes travel down jihyo’s body, sighing when she finds jihyo’s heels still on her feet. they had been way too busy with each other’s lips before to notice jihyo had forgotten to take them off. a hand slips lower and a thumb stops lazily over jihyo’s clit, rubbing it with no effort, just so to make jihyo tremble on top of her. “get on your fours, pretty.”

it’s only when jihyo presents herself on her hands and knees that momo understands how blessed she had really been. jihyo is quickly filled again, letting a small gasp escape from her lips as she received momo again.

“s-so full…” jihyo whines mindlessly, face buried against momo’s pillow.

“that’s all you needed, isn’t that right, pretty girl?” momo taunts, in a way jihyo wouldn’t understand — mocks her for going after sana when all she needed was that. a big dick filling her up. and jihyo nods, being good, despite only being interested on the way momo held her hips and thrusted into her deliciously deep, making her see stars with how hard she closed her eyes.

if momo had been idle before, letting jihyo have fun bouncing on her lap and making herself come, she’s nothing like that when she has jihyo on her fours. she’s rude, holding her hips with little to no care, bending jihyo against the bed so that her face was kept against the pillow, ass still up for her.

that kind of treatment cleans jihyo’s mind completely, reducing her to nothing but the pleasure between her thighs. momo gives her everything she didn’t know she needed, making her helpless underneath her, clawing at the sheets and moaning prettily. she truly relishes in the way jihyo’s noises overlapped the constant squeaking of the bed, laughing softly when jihyo started to cover her own mouth, apparently noticing she was being too loud.

carelessly, momo gets so utterly entertained with the plaything she had gotten for the night, that the idea of using protection doesn’t cross her mind. not even when she’s coming inside jihyo, over and over again, does momo think about further consequences. it would be worth it, though — momo knows, enjoying every second of being inside sana’s ex and coming undone inside of her.

momo is still sleeping when jihyo leaves.

she’s incredibly sore, a result of momo’s rough handling, and her head aches as she begins to remember everything she’d done with her. the pain makes sense, considering that momo had spent a good amount of time forcing her face down on her cock to fuck her mouth and pulling her hair as if jihyo giving herself for her wasn’t enough — momo had to take.

and momo did, so hard that jihyo whimpered putting on her clothes, or some of them, because she couldn’t find her bra. jihyo steals a leather jacket momo had somewhere on a busy corner of her room, needing to cover herself and her shame with something, anything, cheeks red when she glances at momo one more time before she has to go.

jihyo was so busy focusing on walking properly despite the pain on her thighs that she doesn’t notice she’s walking into sana.

the bump startles her — sana is at the living room, not giving any access to an exit, with her arms crossed, shocked to find jihyo there.

what was worse was that jihyo looked like she’d just been attacked, from how messy she looked. with fresh hickeys adorning her neck, a hair that desperately needed to be brushed back into place and the jacket covering the wrinkled clothes, jihyo was nothing like her usual neat self.

“you… what are you…” sana fails to form a sentence.

“i-i… g-good morning! i n-need to go,” jihyo’s eyes never meet hers. she looks down to the ground, but sana can still see how flushed she is.

jihyo all but runs away from sana, and it’s the first time in months that sana being in front of her doesn’t make her heart race. jihyo’s heart still beats fast, but it’s because she’s shy, ashamed and still thinking about her night momo, not because sana was next to her.

while jihyo does her best to go home in safety, wanting to evaporate after seeing sana, sana keeps still right where she was. for minutes, long minutes of heavy breathing and thinking, she tries to understand what had just happened. sana tries hard to keep her cool, but she ends up storming into momo’s room and waking her up with a pillow being thrown on her face.

“eh?!” momo sits up confusedly. much to sana’s relief, she was wearing clothes.

“you fucked her.” sana accuses, harsh with her voice. “i told you to keep her distracted, not to fuck her!”

momo yawns, understanding what was going on. “why is that such a big deal?” she asks.

“she’s my ex, momo. my ex!” sana gets the pillow again, hitting momo with it a second time.

“but i was gentle!” momo lies, attempting to dodge the pillow — and failing.

sana seems to get angrier when momo mentions being gentle, screaming as loud as jihyo had done all night long as she cursed momo, except that now the neighbors witnessed sheer anger instead of pleasure.

“oooh, at least she’s cute.” nayeon teases as jihyo scrolled through momo’s photos on social media. “will you check the test now, mommy?”

jihyo bites her lips, still staring at her screen, hands trembling the more she saw of momo’s face. “it’s not funny, unnie.”

“but it is!” nayeon laughs, bumping her hand into jihyo’s shoulder playfully. “come on, this is hilarious. you’re having a baby with hirai momo. that’s literally the dumbest jock you could’ve ever picked. but she might be hottest too, so i’ll let that slide. the baby will be smart if they’re like you.”

“we don’t know that yet!” jihyo whines, considering to see the results of the pregnancy test, but she was far too afraid of what she would find. “and she’s not dumb. never say that again.”

nayeon coos. “already defending her like a girlfriend, i see.”

jihyo ignores nayeon, nervously grabbing the test away from the center table, holding it with her shaky hands. “i’ll do it now.”

a couple of weeks after sleeping with momo, jihyo had woken up on the verge of throwing up, nauseated despite keeping a balanced diet. there was nothing that could have gotten her sick, really. so when the days passed and jihyo kept throwing up, sometimes the moment she woke up, other times due to certain scents, jihyo became sure that something was not right — and maybe she’d even contributed to that, purposefully not taking a pill or asking momo to use a condom.

“i still can’t believe you let her come inside.” nayeon makes a comment, still trying to push jihyo’s buttons. it was for jihyo’s own good, really, as keeping her angry was better than letting her get anxious or even sad.

jihyo hardly hears what nayeon says. “unnie… it’s positive.”

the doorbell isn’t heard by momo, who’s busy trying to make boo, her puppy, keep ribbons on his head, quietly mumbling something about him going to her feed. sana opens the door mindlessly, not even checking who the person was, as some of the neighbors showed up there from time to time in order to give them (mostly momo) food and sweets, so that was what she was expecting to find.

unfortunately, it was jihyo, her worst nightmare, standing in front of her.

“not again…” sana sighs, ready to throw a speech about how she wasn’t jihyo’s girlfriend anymore and that jihyo shouldn’t go after her like a crazy stalker. “jihyo, you-”

“is momo home?” jihyo asks, rather shyly, almost unable to look at sana in the eye. she was still ashamed about the ‘walk of shame’ she’d done in front of sana out of all people, still reminiscing the moment.

just as jihyo makes her question, momo appears behind sana, curious to know who sana was speaking to, happy when she sees jihyo by the door.

“hyo!” momo exclaims sweetly, pushing sana away to see jihyo. that way, sana was left behind and momo was able to greet her properly, with a kiss on the cheek.

“hi… momo,” jihyo laughs awkwardly, suddenly not good with words anymore. sana was still there, jihyo knew, but she didn’t know how to announce a pregnancy, and the waiting had gotten her impatient. she had to say it already, tell momo what she had done. “i’m pregnant.”

at first, there’s silence.

jihyo looks at them — momo first, and then she acknowledges that sana was still there, getting even more flushed, realizing that she had just told sana that her roommate had gotten her pregnant.

“what?!” sana is the first one to break the silence.

“that’s awesome!” momo’s voice follows sana’s.

it’s clear that sana knows what was going on, but momo seemed to be thinking that maybe the baby was someone else’s. perhaps jihyo was only there to tell that to sana because sana was her ex, therefore her knowing about it made a lot of sense — it’s what momo believes at first, even going in for a hug with jihyo, as if she was congratulating her.

“momo…” jihyo calls, making momo pull away from her. “it’s yours. we didn’t… uh… we…” jihyo clears her throat. “the baby is yours.”

momo thinks she might faint. “cool. cool!”

“cool?!” sana tightens her fists, incredibly upset, because not only did momo get her ex pregnant, but that was how she reacted.

“are you okay?” jihyo palms momo’s face, worried as momo had gotten suddenly pale.

jihyo’s soft voice is the last thing momo hears before she faints — even before sana can make her, and she really wanted to. cool, momo thinks one last time before everything is black.

#nayeon #momo #sana #jihyo #mohyo #sahyo #(briefly)#g!p #non rq

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gp!myoui mina x fem!reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,732

a/n: GUYS IM SORRY, I MEANT TO POST THIS EARLIER BUT I LOST TRACK OF TIME PLS FORGIVE ME😞😞

the constant buzzing of your phone roused you from your slumber, you tried to ignore it but the buzzing hadn’t gone away like it usually would. with a huff you sat up and received the call without checking the caller.

“what?!” you said annoyance clear in your tone.

“check twitter, right now!” camila’s stressed out voice exclaimed from the other end of the phone.

“okay, okay, gosh what terrible thing happen-” you fell silent when the twitter app loaded on and displayed a linked article stating a question along with a picture.

SIXTH HARMONY’S Y/N L/N HAS A DAUGHTER?

the article went on to explain how an anonymous source had sent a picture of the ‘happy birthday isla’ banner that hung behind you, you were squatted on the floor with isla’s cheek squished into yours. seeing the picture you immediately recognized it as one that was definitely taken the day before. you could only curse yourself for letting that man help bring that package into your home and forgetting to close the door. apparently there had been paparazzi waiting outside of your house and took pictures of the decorations while your door was open.

“y/n? you good?” camila's worried voice pulled you out of your regretful thoughts.

“y-yeah, just shocked. the thought of this happening never even crossed my mind.” you said, still in disbelief that this could’ve happened.

“look at the comments though, we can go along with them and lie.” hearing this, with curiosity you scrolled down to see the replies to the tweet.

REPLIES:

sixtharmony4ever: why can't you people just mind your own business omg, leave my girls alone!!!

camilasolostan: wtf??? was y/n a teen mom?! iloveyn: so what if she was, its her life not yours.

laurenmll: why are you idiots acting like she can't have nieces😭😭 user872349: are you stupid, she doesn't have any siblings💀💀 laurenmll: are you? you're acting like she cant have any cousins☠️ laursss: girl lets be real, thats 100% y/ns kid camziezz: literally, cuzns arent twins💀💀

sixthharmonizerrr: these paparazzis seriously need to get a life and let celebs live theirs.

twice4lifee: guys why does that baby look exactly like mina😰😰minaluvzme: IM SAYINN once4ever: NEW SHIP???

minariii: *image attached* cannot tell me they are not the same person, literally give that kid a haircut and its mina.

lovey/nnn: why does the baby look like that one girl from that kpop group?!

harmonizeronce: does mina have a secret brother? twcmina: she literally said in multiple interviews she was an only child. harmonizeronce: thats why i said secret smartass.

seeing people defending you brought a smile to your face, you loved your fans. though you couldn't help the anxiety creep up your spine, what if they found out about mina. rather than worrying for yourself, you worried for mina, it might break her career if it's found out that she has a kid. you knew that the kpop industry was much less forgiving when it came to things like this. feeling another buzz in your hand caused you to look at the incoming call from your manager larry.

“mila, larry’s calling so i’ll hang up now okay?” hearing a ‘kay’ from camila you hung up and accepted the call from your manager.

“deny having a kid, say it was your cousins or something and that you hang out with her kid alot. I honestly don't care what you say, just make sure no one knows that it's your kid.” he said as soon as you had accepted the call

“and if i don't want to?”

“that’s not an option.” he stated.

“I'm not going to deny my kid, can I just stay quiet? i won't ever deny that isla’s my daughter, i'm not and never will be ashamed of her. sure i had her young but i don't regret it at all.” you responded with finality in your voice. maybe this was a stupid decision, but one parent had already left isla and you refused to disown her by saying she wasn't yours.

letting out a sigh, knowing nothing he said would change your decision, your manager let out a fine and hung up the call. you let yourself fall back into your bed and just laid there hands and legs sprawled out. hearing the creak of your door opening made you lift your head a bit to see isla standing there. she ran over to your bed, when she reached it she proceeded to lift one of her legs up trying to get onto the bed. you smiled down at how cute she looked, stopping her struggles, you sat up and pulled her onto the bed next to you. with her small hands she pushed you down onto your back and jumped onto you, cuddling her face into your neck.

“when will i get to see mommy, i only see hew in pictuws.” isla said into your neck, she was very clearly distressed, and you could only think of the day before when she had questioned mina’s want to even see her.

you honestly didn't even think mina wanted to see her, sure she sent gifts but you doubt she’d want to see isla. she always thought of the child as a burden, as something that you were supposed to care for. the thought brought a frown to your face, you wished for mina to see isla and acknowledge her as a daughter.

chaos had ensued in the twice dorms, although mina only shared a dorm with nayeon, all the girls were currently at the dorms. as soon as they had seen the tweet they rushed over, hoping that it wasn't as they thought.

“so what, you just left her alone with a kid?!” jeongyeon exclaimed, clearly upset at the mere idea.

“uh- well it wasn't like that, i wanted to pursue my dream and she was holding me back. also i send them money and gifts and pay for the apartment, i’m fulfilling my role as a parent.” hearing this, all of the girls continued their attack, throwing objects at mina. she tried to dodge but there were too many coming and too fast.

“god i knew you were a douche judging by the amount of girls you bring home, but this is just unbelievable.” momo said, followed by a shoe being thrown at mina’s head.

“you guys are unbelievable, i'm your member, not her. plus, are you forgetting the part where i literally send gifts, money, and pay the bills?! also she didn't want me to follow my dream!” mina exclaimed, why couldn't they understand her side?

“yeah, and are you forgetting the part where you got her pregnant. whatever she says doesn't matter, as the person who got her pregnant you should have taken responsibility.” jihyo voiced out, clearly annoyed by her excuses.

“I do take responsibility! how many times do i need to say that i give them money, i spoil them incredibly!” mina cried out in exasperation, how many times did she have to say it for them to understand?

the yelling and throwing of things was stopped the moment the door to the dorm opened, their manager walking in. “mina, there better be a good explanation for this.” their manager said, glaring at mina.

“uhm- there really isn't one, it’s exactly how it seems.”

“how do you even know y/n?!” their manager exclaimed, not being able to wrap her mind around this situation.

“we uh- we were high school sweethearts, we dated throughout almost the entirety of highschool.”

“what?!” everyone exclaimed, not knowing that they were in that serious of a relationship.

“wait, so do you know any other celebrities?” chaeyoung asked in disbelief, she had been a fan of the group's music for a while and couldn't believe mina knew them.

“uh- yeah, shawn mendes, he was my best friend since middle school and camila, but she was y/n’s best friend. and i mean camila never really liked me.”

“you knew shawn mendes?!” chaeyoung exclaimed, being best friends with shawn mendes was insane to her.

“yeah, i still talk to him from time to time too.” mina said, scratching the back of her head as she explained.

“mina, i hope you know that we will be going to the US for the billboard women in music awards. and sixth harmony will for sure be there.” their manager said to mina.

“what!?” mina exclaimed, the thought that she might run into you again was now starting to eat away at her. she didn't want to see you, but at the same time she wanted so desperately to.

“oh yeah, i was gonna tell you.” jihyo said, everyone surprised that mina didn't know.

everyone had left by now, and it was only mina, nayeon, and the two beer bottles on the coffee table in front of them. mina usually didn't drink, her intolerance for alcoholic drinks being the reason, but after today she just needed a drink.

“what do you think? do you agree with everyone else, you think i'm an asshole?” mina asked, not offended but wanting a genuine answer.

“I mean what you did was very assholey, but i mean it’s never too late to change you know? i mean i’ve lived with you for like how long? three, four years? and i mean i think i know you best, and i can say with confidence you’ve had at least a little character development.” nayeon said, taking a swig of her beer.

“but what do i do? I feel like what me and y/n had is broken by now. I don't think she’d even want me to meet isla.” mina said, she would never dare say her true thoughts. and i mean, could you blame her?

all she knew about this kid was that she was 3 years old and that it was hers. she didn't even know what isla looked like until she saw the picture on twitter. she felt terrible for even thinking it, but she didn't really care all that much for this kid. you on the other hand, she had known you for a long time, she loved you, she had a kid with you. she didn't regret pursuing her dream but she wished it didn’t include losing you.

“just talk to her, when we meet her. try to just talk it all out.”

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IMAGINE #10 (nsfw)

G!P Momo Face Fucking you , gagging on her cock until she cums in your mouth making sure you swallow all of it

#twice #momo #g!p #once #smut #imagine #drabble #hard hours #hard thoughts #nayeon #jeongyeon #sana #jihyo #mina #dahyun #chaeyoung #tzuyu #ryujenini

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froopis · 2 years

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⏝ ︶⊹︶ ⏝ ︶ ୨୧ ︶ ⏝ ︶⊹︶ ⏝

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somenights · 7 months

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NAYEON ❀ No Problem (feat. Felix of Stray Kids) / Live Clip

#twice #nayeon #felix #stray kids #femaleidolsedit #femaleidol #bystay #fortwice #dailytwice #g #a #💐#🥺🥺🥺#*mv

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230319 ending fairies 🖤

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lesbiankimdahyun · 8 months

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Dry Spell

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Requested: Yes

CW: GP!Nayeon, GP!Jihyo, breeding kink, sorry i know this is so long for just some smut pls forgive me

[Top!Nayeon x F!Reader x Top!Jihyo]

You awoke early in the morning. The sex dream you’d just had dissipated quickly from your memory as you opened your eyes to check the time.

Six thirty.

You yawned and rolled over, wanting to sleep more, but then realized your body wasn’t going to let you off so easily. You couldn’t even remember what had happened in the sex dream, but now you were wet. Annoyingly wet.

You’d been having frequent sex-related dreams lately, probably due to the dry spell you were going through. Normally you wouldn’t be so bothered by it, but these days you felt very (hot and) bothered thanks to your roommates, Nayeon and Jihyo.

Maybe it was the lack of sex, or maybe they’d always been that attractive, but recently you found yourself sneaking glances at them more and more. It made you feel guilty at first— these were your friends, after all! Who looks at their friends like that?

They weren’t new friends to you, either. Nayeon and Jihyo had known you for a few years now, and you recently all became roommates in addition to friends after signing a lease on a three bedroom apartment a couple months ago. Since moving in, you’d all been spending a lot of time together. They were growing more touchy feely with you, which was nice, but confusing at times.

You’d all cuddle while watching Netflix together, for instance. Jihyo would wrap her arm around you while you held Nayeon. Sometimes, especially if you’d watched a horror movie, Nayeon would crawl into your bed late at night and sleep with you. And recently, Jihyo had started waking you up on weekday mornings. You were not a natural early riser and normally hated getting up early, but you let her, because you knew that when she gently knocked and peeked in your bedroom, what she really wanted was for you to follow her back to her room to snuggle with her in her bed. Sometimes, on the occasional morning when knocking wasn’t enough to wake you, she’d throw a stuffed animal at your bed to get you up, usually her stuffed unicorn. Never at your head, but it always landed on you or next to you– just enough of a disturbance to wake you.

Now it was summer, and all of you frequently slept shirtless but continued to share beds. Nayeon would wrap herself around you, her bare chest pressing right up against your back and her chin on your shoulder. With Jihyo, you’d absentmindedly trace shapes, words and designs into her back when you held her in her bed. Once, when you thought she was sleeping, she repeated back a word you had just written on her bare skin. “Pretty?” she mumbled sleepily. “You think I’m pretty?” Too scared to reply out loud, you wrote ‘yes’ on her naked shoulder to answer her.

Though you were otherwise very close with them, you were too embarrassed to tell them about your sex drought. You tried to behave as normally (sanely, really) as you could. But they’d caught you checking them out a couple times over the last few weeks. Jihyo caught you capital ‘L’ Looking at her backside when she bent down to tie her shoes one afternoon, and Nayeon saw the way your eyes wandered up under her shirt when she reached for a mug on the top shelf in the kitchen. When the two realized you had done it to both of them, they started going out of their way to tease you.

“How do I look?” Jihyo asked you as she got ready for work one morning. “What do you think…” she trailed off, adjusting her button down shirt. “Two buttons undone? Or maybe three?” she seemed to enjoy watching you blush as she made eye contact with you through the full length mirror in her room.

And if it wasn’t Jihyo making you sweat, it was Nayeon. “Do you like this new skirt I just bought?” she had asked you the other day. To say it was short was a vast understatement. It barely covered her. You could hardly breathe as she approached you in it.

“Feel it,” she said, bringing your hand up to the soft black fabric. “Should I keep it?” She turned while your hand was still on the skirt and suddenly you were touching her ass instead of her hip.

“Well?” she’d asked, smirking.

There was constant sexual tension now between the three of you when you were all together. No one acted on it, though. You were too shy, and if you didn’t say anything, they weren’t going to either. But god, you really were starting to suffer, all too aware of the fact that what you wanted most, despite all of your friends’ teasing, tucked away between both Nayeon and Jihyo’s thighs.

Admitting defeat in being able to fall back asleep now that it was nearly seven in the morning, you thought for a moment. It was a weekend, so Jihyo was most likely going to be sleeping in this morning. And if she was sleeping in, that meant maybe now was your chance to relieve yourself.

You listened hard for a few moments, checking to see if either of them were up yet. You didn’t hear anything, but you got up and opened your bedroom door, poking your head out to listen for a little longer.

Satisfied with the early morning silence that met you, you turned back and climbed into bed, not noticing that your door quietly swung back open after you thought you had pushed it closed.

With your hand between your legs, you tried to think of anything and anyone else, but as you started touching yourself, your mind quickly wandered to Nayeon and Jihyo.

Nayeon with her big hands and long fingers. You wanted to feel her fingers inside you, or at least in your mouth.

You let out a soft whine, getting worked up now as your fingers circled your aching clit.

And Jihyo, you could barely look at Jihyo when she wore taut, tight fitting shirts to work out. Having her know you thought she was pretty was one thing, but to have her catch you openly staring at her chest…

“Ah~!” you were closer to your climax than you had thought. You accidentally let out a whimper and cursed, pausing for a moment in case you’d been caught. You only stopped to listen for a second or two though, more interested in getting off than whether or not someone had heard you.

But Jihyo, whose room was next to yours, woke up to the sound of what sounded like a muffled groan. She was confused at first, unable to tell where the sound was coming from or what it was.

She opened her door quietly and listened. The sound had definitely come from your room. At first she thought maybe you were crying, but then she realized the sounds she was hearing weren’t crying whimpers, they were sounds of pleasure. Jihyo was mesmerized as she listened to you for a few moments, then she quietly padded down to Nayeon’s room.

A few minutes later, Jihyo emerged from the bedroom with Nayeon in tow.

“Are you sure you heard what you thought you heard?” Nayeon whispered as they approached your room. She wiped the sleep from her eyes, still a little tired from being woken up early.

“Just listen,” Jihyo whispered back as they approached your room.

But not only did they listen, they watched.

They really hadn’t meant to, but your open door gave them a very, very good view. Nayeon was fully awake now as she took in the sight in front of her: a very naked you with your hand working diligently between your legs, eyes shut and brow knit in concentration.

And that’s when, unbeknownst to you, you really slipped up: you sighed, murmuring their names. Nayeon instantly started to get hard when she heard “Nayeon-ah,” fall from your lips.

Meanwhile, Jihyo blushed, her eyes widening with curiosity. She was about to reach for your door to give you some privacy, but a sudden “please, Hyo…” from you made her stop dead in her tracks. Her own cock twitched with arousal in her boxers.

Nayeon couldn’t stand to just watch anymore. She cleared her throat lightly, making you freeze and open your eyes.

You looked up. To your absolute horror, Nayeon and Jihyo were standing in your doorway. Nayeon smirked; Jihyo looked surprised, but amused.

“Well good morning, Y/N,” Nayeon said, breaking the silence.

You started reaching for a blanket to cover yourself with, but Nayeon quickly stepped inside with Jihyo following. This had to be a dream.

“What’s the blanket for? You want to stop?” the two of them were at the foot of your bed now, Nayeon with a fake pout on her lips. “Didn't it feel good?”

“Those were our names, right?” Jihyo added, feigning innocence. “Is there something you need from us?”

You were frozen. This was not a dream. As you looked back and forth between them, you were grateful they weren’t scarred for life at what they’d walked into, but was this real? More wetness leaked out of you– your body certainly hoped it would be.

“I-” you stammered. “I didn’t mean—”

“I think you did,” Nayeon cut you off, crawling onto your bed. “Go on,” she said, looking pointedly between your legs and then back up at you. “Don’t let us stop you.”

Your hand almost followed her direction, but you hesitated, feeling vulnerable suddenly.

“Aww, are you shy now?” Nayeon asked, with no trace of sympathy in her voice. She took off her shirt, allowing you a good look at not only her chest, but the bulge growing beneath her boxers. “That’s alright, Y/N. I’ll show you if you show me.”

Your eyes widened as she proceeded to pull out her cock. At full mast, her dick was of significant length and veiny like her hands. You were transfixed as you watched Nayeon start to slowly fist her hand over her aching member.

“Ah, ah,” Jihyo’s voice snapped you back to attention. “Show us how wet you are.”

Your face burned at the command, but you nodded. You sat up a bit as you spread your legs the way you had before, hand dipping back down to stroke your soaked clit.

Jihyo’s mouth fell open slightly as she watched you. Unable to refrain from touching herself anymore, Jihyo’s shirt and boxers soon joined Nayeon’s on the floor and she quietly began to stroke her own cock.

“Look at you,” Nayeon cooed as she watched you squirm. Your soaked pussy clenched around nothing. Touching yourself felt good, but you were unwilling to let yourself get off. If this was your chance to feel Nayeon and Jihyo inside you, you were going to take it. Nayeon seemed to read your mind. “I think you deserve more than just your hand to help you, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Need more.”

Nayeon nodded, inching closer. “I think so, too. Turn over for me?”

You found yourself obeying her quickly. As soon as you were on all fours, Nayeon came up behind you. You let out a gasp when you felt her fingers roam lightly over your clit. She teased you for a bit, planting light kisses down your shoulder and back before taking some of your wetness for her cock.

You felt the bed shift and turned to look behind you. Jihyo had positioned herself right behind Nayeon. Her eyes went back and forth from your pussy to Nayeon’s dick, waiting her turn as patiently as she could. You caught her eye and Jihyo smiled slyly back at you. The way she was looking at you made you feel small, but you liked the attention.

There was no going back now. You turned your attention back to Nayeon.

“Nayeon,” you murmured, shamelessly arching your back so she could see how wet and ready your pussy was for her.

“Ready for me?” Nayeon moved closer to you, preparing your cunt as she rubbed the head of her cock along the folds of your entrance. You were about to beg, but then finally she was entering you, making both of you moan.

“God, you’re tight,” Nayeon hissed as she took her time bottoming out in you.

Her cock filled you completely; you could practically feel her in your stomach. This was exactly what you’d been craving for months. Every thought about being self-conscious, what you had to do that week, errands, breakfast plans– every relevant thought had simply left your head. You could only focus on Nayeon’s long cock and the way she felt inside you.

You clenched around Nayeon’s length, making her gasp.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she said through gritted teeth. She grabbed hold of your hips, bringing your ass up a bit higher. Your front end sank down into the bed.

“There you go, baby,” Nayeon said. The pet name made your heart race, you leaned back a bit, pressing yourself against her while she went deeper. “What a view.” The older girl started to slowly pick up her pace. “You really should masturbate with your door open more often.”

You could only moan desperately in response, too distracted by Nayeon thrusting in and out of you to form a coherent reply.

Noticing the reaction Nayeon’s words got from you, Jihyo spoke up too.

“I bet she wanted us to see her,” she said. “Is that why you left your door open? So we could watch?”

You nearly wailed in response, hands desperately gripping your sheets while Nayeon increased to a relentless pace, pounding into you hard.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Jihyo’s voice continued to torment you. “You look so pretty taking all of that cock, kitten. You’ll have no problem taking me next, will you?”

Hearing Jihyo call you ‘kitten’ was enough to make your eyes roll back for a second or two. You could hardly think, barely managing a weak nod for Jihyo.

“Good girl.” Jihyo’s praise felt just as satisfying as Nayeon having her way with you.

The older girl was getting close to her release. She hadn't expected you to feel this good. She pushed you all the way down into the bed save for your hips, which she held with a deathly strong grip as she mounted you from behind on your bed. Her strokes were deep, fast and consistent.

“Y/N— close,” was all Nayeon could manage to say. The harder she fucked you and the longer she held you down, the deeper you slid into submission. You’d do anything, you realized, to make her cum. And not only did you want to make her cum, you wanted it for yourself.

“N-Nayeon,” your voice was hoarse, muffled against the sheets. “Don’t pull out.”

“Oh fuck,” Nayeon grunted. “You want it that bad, baby? Want me to fill you?”

“Please, please,” you begged, now on the verge of tears from all of the stimulation. “Use me.”

Nayeon cursed when she heard that. It sent her over the edge; her hips slammed into you and then slowly stilled as she came, emptying herself into you greedily.

“Good girl, take it all,” she said, pulling you back and forth over her cock a few times to push her seed in deeper. When she felt she had fucked her load into you thoroughly, she pulled out. Nayeon grabbed your ass, taking time to feel you up before sitting back. As you pushed yourself back up from your mattress, some of her load trickled down your thighs.

“My turn,” Jihyo said, growing impatient. Nayeon moved over, eyeing Jihyo’s cock curiously as she made room for the younger girl.

With Jihyo’s help, you flipped over onto your back. She made her way between your legs, admiring your body for a few moments as you caught your breath. “Jesus,” she said, using two fingers to play with your swollen clit. “You really should have left your door open ages ago.”

With your permission, she plunged two fingers into your core, making you whine. She watched as you desperately tried to grind yourself down onto her fingers.

“Poor thing,” Jihyo teased, “Does your cunt need more cum?” She finally took off her shirt, revealing the rest of her body to you. You couldn’t help but stare up at her.

She huffed softly in amusement. “Like what you see?” Jihyo’s voice was soft but authoritative.

“Yes,” you breathed. Your gaze dropped down to her waist, and then lower. Her throbbing member stood up against her stomach, and you watched as she pumped her length a few times. Her cock wasn’t as long as Nayeon’s but god, it was thick. Her own hand didn’t fully wrap around her dick, and you were suddenly grateful you’d taken Nayeon first.

While Jihyo repositioned herself, brushing the tip of her cock against your clit, you saw Nayeon out of the corner of your eye. She was getting hard again and her hand made its way back to her shaft.

The next thing you knew, Jihyo was letting out a low groan, almost a growl as she slid into you. You nearly cried out from the feeling, the sound getting caught in your throat and replaced with a gasp.

She reached down to play with your clit as she carefully stretched you over her thick cock. You both took your time, with Jihyo and Nayeon both praising you sweetly every time you got another inch of her inside of you.

“Oh my god,” Jihyo could barely contain herself when she was finally all the way in. Your cunt was warm, wet and irresistibly tight around her throbbing cock.

She wanted to give you more time to adjust, but Jihyo’s need overcame her finally. “Can I move?” she asked, and you nodded, reaching to hold onto her forearms.

She started excruciatingly slowly at first, both of you sighing and moaning as her hips began to find a rhythm. Your body rocked in sync with hers, and after a minute, you ground your hips against hers, letting her know she could pick up her pace if she wanted.

With a devious smile on her lips, Jihyo really began to take off then. The sounds of wet skin on skin filled the room as she thrust into you, your headboard gently knocking against the wall.

“Look at you taking my cock so well,” Jihyo praised, touching your cheek tenderly.

“Doesn’t her pussy feel good?” Nayeon asked Jihyo, who nodded. “She’s dripping onto her sheets.”

Jihyo leaned over you as she continued to fuck you, pinning you down beneath her. Her short hair tickled your forehead when she looked down at you, that’s how close she was, but what really distracted you was her chest bouncing right in front of your face.

Your mouth watered. You tilted your head slightly to lick one of her small, pink buds.

“Ah–” Jihyo’s eyes were locked on yours, a quick nod letting you know you could continue. Her pace stuttered for a moment shortly after as she watched you take one of her nipples in your mouth.

She threw her head back when you began to swirl your tongue over it, gently licking and biting.

For a moment you thought the roles had switched, but then Jihyo resumed her pace. A particularly hard thrust caused your mouth to pop open and release her, making Nayeon laugh and Jihyo smirk.

“Can’t focus when you’re getting fucked so deep, can you, kitten?” Nayeon’s voice made heat rise to your face. The way she spoke to you made you leak more, your juices coating Jihyo’s cock.

“Look at me, baby,” Jihyo’s command made you tear your eyes away from Nayeon quickly. “Where do you want me to cum?” she asked.

“In me,” you answered immediately. You went to put your hands on Jihyo’s waist to bring her closer, but she stopped you, pinning your wrists down to the bed momentarily.

“Hang on,” Jihyo’s voice was low in your ear, “Can you do something for me first, angel?”

“Yes,” you breathed, wanting nothing more than to please her. She smiled, leaning in to lick your neck. You shivered with pleasure.

“I’ll fill you up just like Nayeon did,” Jihyo said, starting to thrust into you again, “But only if you cum for me first. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl and cum on my cock?”

You nodded wordlessly, clenching involuntarily around her dick. It made Jihyo’s breath hitch.

“Nayeon?” Jihyo asked, and suddenly Nayeon was beside her. The older girl’s unattended, hard cock gently knocked against her inner thigh.

You were so distracted by it that you didn’t even notice Nayeon’s hand moving down between your legs at first. Jihyo’s strokes became deeper and slower so you could focus on Nayeon’s fingers as she rubbed and circled your clit, paying extra attention to movements that seemed to help get you close.

“Shit,” you cursed, closing your eyes. “Y-you’re really gonna….” You trailed off. Your breathing became a little shallower as you realized you were close to climaxing. Your body began to tremble a little, your own release about to overtake you.

“Gonna make me– yes, there,” you started to babble as Jihyo’s strokes and Nayeon’s fingers touched you in just the right spots. “R-right there, yes, oh p-please don’t stop, please please d-don’t st–” you cried out as your orgasm washed over you, hips bucking as you came on Jihyo’s cock like she asked. Your cunt pulsed from the immense pleasure, slick cum leaking out of you and down her cock.

“God,” Jihyo said, giving you a few seconds to recover. Nayeon took her hand away, making sure you watched as she licked her fingers clean. You wished she would put her fingers in your mouth, but you didn’t have time to ask because a moment later, all you could focus on was Jihyo.

Your cum had made it even easier for her to slide in and out of you, and now she was picking up speed again. Seeking her own pleasure, all you could do was throw your arms around Jihyo’s shoulders, clawing at her back lightly while she fucked you at a surprisingly fast pace.

Your mewls gradually turned to whines and cries the longer and harder she fucked you, real tears running down your cheeks as she continued to use you. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take any more, Jihyo let out a sharp cry and then came, burying her cock deep and spilling her load into you. After you both caught your breath, she thrust slowly a couple more times for good measure, mixing her load with Nayeon’s. She was coated with cum and slick when she pulled out.

You desperately wanted to offer to suck her clean, but you could barely move, your body too ruined from the rounds of sex.

Nayeon, hard again, looked at Jihyo’s wet cock as hungrily as you did for a few moments. No one won the pleasure of cleaning up Jihyo though, because then that reality of what you’d all just done finally hit you.

“We should, you know, probably talk about all of this,” Jihyo said once she’d recovered. She tucked her hair behind her ears and sat back patiently, as if waiting for someone else to start the conversation.

“Yeah…” was all you said, your eyes locked on Nayeon’s stiff cock.

Jihyo looked at you and then at Nayeon, who licked her lips as she finally looked up from staring at Jihyo’s dick. “Hm? What?” she asked.

Jihyo rolled her eyes. “We all fuck one time and now you can’t think of anything else?” she said.

“Oh come on, Hyo,” Nayeon said. “You’re literally getting hard again right now.”

The younger girl blushed. “I am not!” She pursed her lips as she looked down; she lied, she was already at half mast again. “I- fine. Okay maybe, if everyone’s down… one more round and then we talk about this?”

#twice imagines #gp!twice #nayeon x f!reader #jihyo x f!reader #gp!nayeon #gp!jihyo #g!p twice

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