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i stan multiple ggs but will most likely only write twice, loona (unnie line), and dreamcatcher. i let my prompts just fester cuz i struggle at writing, but will cry in someone's asks about them.
please write the abo samohyo wes 🙏 !! or add mina too for j-line x jihyo / dom misana + their subs mohyo / alpha4alpha mimo & omega4omega sahyo swingers
well, i felt like throwing mina in felt a bit too crowded, but.... maybe next time. either way, here's something i was thinking about for the last couple of days... not beta read, of Course, just asinine horny nonsense.
joyride
(tags: a/b/o dynamics, alpha momo (who's lowkey bitched), omega sana, omega jihyo. knots, whatever. jealousy on sana's part, under-negotiated threesome, light dom/sub. this takes place in a pre-existing universe but it doesn't really matter much here.)
The front door slams open and shut, Jihyo can feel it vibrate as she shoves Sana down into the sheets, trying uselessly to hide any trace of what had just happened. If the stink of sex and Jihyo’s sharp, overwhelming scent doesn’t alert the masses, she doesn’t know what will. “Oh, fuck,” Jihyo pants, trying to regain her energy as fast as she can. “I didn’t think Momo would be back this early.”
Sana hums silently. “My door is shut. She’ll just think I’m sleeping, honey.”
“I know, but, Sana … we forgot to hide my —“
“Satang!” comes Momo’s voice from down the hall, accompanied with the excited clacking of the dogs rushing to greet her. Jihyo hears them yip excitedly, and hears Momo yip back like a dog for no discernable reason. Her footsteps shift away from the door. “Jihyo’s here? You didn’t tell me!”
“ — my shoes. We forgot to hide my shoes.”
Jihyo opens her mouth to say something, anything, to shout in reply to Momo, but Sana presses a firm finger to her lips. “Let me handle this,” she says, softly. “pretend you’re asleep.”
She watches in subdued awe as Sana wraps herself in one of the robes hanging on the bathroom door, giving Jihyo a knowing stare. They both feel Momo’s footsteps, quickening in pace. Sana opens the door just as Momo reaches for the handle, and from what Jihyo can see through a cracked eye, her face is stern. “Oh my gosh, Momoring! Lower your voice!”
“Sorry,” Momo dips her head and sways forward, letting the dogs pile in from between her legs. Boo hops up onto the bed, giving Jihyo a curious sniff. Oh, kill her now. This is humiliating. “I just saw Jihyo’s shoes by the door. When did she get here? Where is she?”
Sana waves her hand nonchalantly. “She’s sleeping in my bed, dummy. She’s feeling sick, oh, poor thing.”
That seems to be the end of it; the conversation runs dry and Jihyo begins to feel the threadings of relief until she hears the scuffling of shoes and an annoyed hey from the base of Sana’s throat. The bed dips and Momo’s warm hand is pressing at her forehead. Something in the room spikes, Sana’s possessive streak makes her scent turn sour, but Momo doesn’t seem to notice. Or, maybe she does, and she just doesn’t care – the two have been sharing ever since they were teenagers, Momo doesn’t seem to understand why they shouldn’t share now. She brushes Jihyo’s hair out of her face, which tickles, making her exhale sharply through her nose.
“She’s not sick.” is Momo’s expert analysis. Jihyo is about to keep the jig going, until Momo’s hand falls to the duvet next to her thigh, which is wet with who-knows-what. She cracks an eye open and Momo is staring at her all wide-eyed and intrigued, with her fingers pressed to her lips. Jihyo also opts to ignore Sana’s angry loom from the side. “You aren’t sick at all!”
Jihyo’s eyebrow quirks. “I’m just tired. Can’t I be tired?”
“Oh! I’d be surprised if you weren’t.” Momo says, ominously. Then, after a moment: “It smells like sex in here.”
And at that, Sana growls like an animal and tugs Momo up by the collar of her shirt, who remains compliant and focused on Jihyo. It’s sort of cute, seeing Sana jealous like this. She’s usually quite happy to have her favorite people in a room together, especially Momo and Jihyo, but Jihyo suspects her discontent is coming from the fact that Momo is obviously half-hard and eager to play like a dog without permission. Momo allows herself to be shoved back so long as she can stare at Jihyo from over Sana’s shoulder. Sana, who is mumbling something angrily in Japanese to Momo. Jihyo catches a few words – get out, get away, mine, she’s mine – but remains contentedly unaware of what they’re saying because now her eyes are trailing down, down to Momo’s pants.
Jihyo takes this opportunity to shoo Boo and Dobby out of the room.
Swinging her legs over the bed, she creeps up behind Sana, holding her hands from behind and resting her head on her shoulder. “Sana?” Jihyo murmurs, voice all sweet and nasally. She purposefully rubs her cheek against Sana’s mating bite. “I think you ought to be nicer … look at her, she’s just curious.”
She hears the click of Sana’s jaw and the breath Momo takes after swallowing thickly. The entire room smells heady, cinnamon and cream and fruit, like a fucking pie. “Jihyo.” Sana says, lowly. Half a warning, half an undeterred go on.
Jihyo scoffs. You don’t tell me what to do, she wants to say. Instead, she simply beckons Momo and rubs her hands along Momo’s streamlined arms from over Sana’s shoulders. Sana bristles, though, Jihyo can smell her arousal. She’s confused, things have changed in recent months and she’s begun to treat Jihyo like treasure, like some sort of desired gemstone that she’s got to covet. It’s flattering, until Jihyo wants Momo’s dick in her mouth. Momo, however, is almost entirely unaware of the shift in dynamic; to her, hormones don’t mean much. Everyone’s basically a glorified scented candle and most of all, free game. “Sana,” Jihyo parrots, “come on, calm down. Loosen up.”
Jihyo can practically see her cock throb at this, which is hilarious. Momo hangs her head and mumbles: “Sorry.” as she gazes up at Sana through her lashes. Her scent is the very image of submission; there isn’t an indication no matter how deeply Jihyo inhales. She submits easily, much like a dog, and waits patiently as Sana scrutinizes her with Jihyo around her waist. Finally, she yields; lifting a hand to graze Momo’s jaw, who’s hips unconsciously stutter at the contact. Sana exhales at this, shakes her head and motions to the bed.
“Jihyo, sit.” Sana tuts. “Momo, on her lap.”
“But, I’m –” Momo hesitates, flushing. “um.”
As Jihyo tucks herself neatly against the edge of the bed, she can see Sana’s eyebrows twitch. Sana crosses her arms and asks, “You’re what?”
“I’m bigger than Jihyo,” mumbles Momo. She’s not wrong – even hunched in on herself like this, she towers over Jihyo in a borderline pornographic manner. Not to mention her, quite frankly, obscenely hard dick. “I don’t wanna hurt her.”
Momo hangs her head low in apologetic silence as she obliges, gingerly straddling Jihyo with her hands braced against her shoulders. She tilts her head all the way back, big brown eyes making upside-down contact with Sana’s form. Momo awaits further instruction, only arching slightly when her clothed cock rubs against Jihyo’s midsection. Jihyo takes this opportunity to admire Momo’s lengthened neck, all strong with corded muscle. Sana simply shrugs, makes a go on motion with her hands before Momo whips her head back and begins to kiss Jihyo voraciously.
Momo tastes sweet, there isn’t a hint of acidity to be seen. Peaches have always been one of Jihyo’s favorite fruits; Momo tastes dulcet on her tongue. Jihyo had gotten so used to the high, upfront taste of Sana with all of the tangy grape and woody coconut that made her up. Momo, though, Momo is indulgent. She nudges Jihyo back, continues to kiss and stutter her hips at the slightest hint of resistance, which Jihyo can appreciate. She’s an alpha, sure, but she’s so eager to take whatever anyone is willing to give. Never more, never less.
Jihyo slots her knee against Momo’s thigh, and Momo tears her head back and whimpers at the implication. Suddenly, the bed dips, and Sana is tugging at Momo’s shoulder. Wordlessly, though heatedly, she presses a condom into Momo’s hand. Momo stands still, bewildered for a moment, but jumps to action the moment she takes this as an implicit order. She tugs her sweatpants down, unceremoniously kicks them under the bed and braces herself against Jihyo’s thigh. Jihyo watches in endeared, irritated wonder as Momo idly humps against the crook of her knee while trying to tear the condom open.
“You’re so hard,” Jihyo comments idly, lifting her thigh and squeezing her knee against the tent in Momo’s pants. Momo gasps highly, shudders and rocks forward. “God, it looks like your panties are going to rip. Don’t you ever buy anything in your size?”
Somewhere from across the room, Sana hums in agreement.
“This is my size. Just shrunk in the wash … Nayeon doesn’t know how to set the dryer properly.” flushes Momo, shimmying out of her panties. She throws her head back with a groan as she fists at herself a little, shuddering when the cool condom touches her skin. Her scent spikes. Jihyo’s mouth waters, she’s so sweet, sweet like peach jam and vanilla cream. God, Jihyo wants to laugh; she’s nothing like an alpha. There’s barely anything indicative of the fact, except for maybe the way Momo’s body looked like it belonged to a strapping young sun god at any given moment - but then again, so did Jihyo’s.
Oh, and also her cock. Definitely her cock. Lord, it’s big.
Jihyo lightly tugs at her underwear, which are already damp with slick. She’s still feeling a little fuzzy around the edges, Sana fucked her good, but the way Momo looked at her made something primal sear in her chest. Biology runs its course once again The humiliating feeling of wanting to be taken as she is. “Can I?” Momo grits, still holding herself at the base. From the furrow in her brow, Jihyo can tell she’s probably trying not to pop a knot. Cute, but. Well. Pathetic. “Can I, please?”
Sana hums. “Slowly.”
Momo’s warm hand trails from Jihyo’s thigh to her cunt, appreciatively slotting a finger through her folds while Jihyo arches lightly into the touch. “I could get off just from touching you here,” Momo mumbles, leaning forward to rub a little more intently at Jihyo’s clit. Her stomach goes taut at Momo’s ministrations, her eyes squeeze shut until the bed dips at an angle and suddenly Momo is on top of her. “You’re so pretty, Jihyo, gosh …”
“Yes,” Jihyo hisses at the feeling of cold latex dragging across her folds. “Yes, I know. God, hurry up.”
Momo’s apology takes the form of the blunt head of her cock rubbing against her clit once, twice, three times before Jihyo groans loudly and reaches down to tug Momo towards her hole. First Momo yelps at Jihyo’s grip, then she melts. Gives Jihyo those huge puppy eyes as her hips twitch, as she sinks in at a comically slow pace. “Is this okay?”
Jihyo growls, actually growls. “I swear to god —“
“No, no, ah … I was asking Satang.”
Oh. Well. Okay, then. It’s humbling to essentially be treated like a fleshlight. The stretch of Momo burns, but there’s an even bigger part of her that relishes in the fact that her body will accommodate no matter what. At the end of the day, Sana practically owns her orgasms. Then again, Momo is big, and it’s Jihyo’s body that’s doing most of the heavy lifting. So. She gives Sana this watery, pleading look - please, please, you know I want this, - and exhales in relief when Sana tilts her head. “Do what you want, but don’t cum until I say so - both of you.”
Momo’s head whips back at breakneck speed and she gives Jihyo a dopey little half-smile after a moment of open-mouthed breathing. She kisses at Jihyo’s hairline before she mounts a rhythm in earnest. At this point, Jihyo’s able to get out a punched gasp, but not much else. She locks her legs around Momo’s waist and flexes her thighs as if to urge Momo to go deeper, to go harder and faster and to just knot her already, she’s been so good, she deserves it.
She’s getting ahead of herself.
Momo lowers herself down with her forearms on either side of Jihyo’s head. She whimpers loudly with each rock of the bed, can’t help the cooing and the warbling. It’s just in Momo’s nature - her jaw goes slack when Jihyo’s blunt nails scrape at her back from under her shirt. She’s getting all sweaty, too slick for Jihyo to find purchase, but she’s digging her fingers into the muscle so Momo feels this for a while. It’s hot, so hot, Momo’s blanketing her entire body and for a moment, the shaking stream of alpha, alpha, alpha coming out of her mouth means something. As if in a trance, Momo noses at Jihyo’s neck. Open mouthed, panting, tasting the cinnamon-sweet sweat and whimpering at the way Jihyo’s thighs squeeze around her waist.
Then, Momo’s tempo falters and her eyes shoot open. With a yelp, her head is whipped back. She lifts herself up as best she can, eyes trained on Jihyo’s neck, and squeezes her eyes shut as she bites into her own wrist. First, this confuses Jihyo; she’s nearly drawn blood, why hasn’t she stopped? Then, she smells it - sour grapes, laced with possessive distress. It clicks almost instantly. Momo was going to bite Jihyo’s neck. Sana looms behind her, face scarily blank, with a fist in her hair. “Momo.” is all Sana says. She gives a sharp tug to Momo’s locks. “No.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whimpers, unintentionally punctuating each apology with a push of her hips. Jihyo groans, she doesn’t even care about their pissing contest, Momo is filling her up so good and she can feel herself stretching to fit Momo’s cock and even then, even then it still toes the line between good and too much. Spit and blood coat Momo’s lips and the only thing she can muster after a particularly deep thrust is: “I’m, uh, I’m — close. Close.”
Jihyo can feel the slight ridge at the base of Momo’s cock on the out-thrust, oh, the omega in Jihyo preens excitedly at this. Knot, Momo’s forming a knot. Jihyo’s jaw falls open and she can feel herself clench. “Sana, Sana, let her, please …”
“Let her do what?“ Sana sounds so innocuously stupid, so innocent and ignorant. “Cum? You want her load, honey?”
“Yes,” Jihyo resents how high her voice pitches. “I want it, I want it … want her knot.”
The bed dips, and suddenly Sana is toying with Jihyo’s chapped lips. Momo’s completely lost her rhythm at this point, mostly just trying not to cum while grunting lightly. Her tongue is between her teeth. Then, Sana coos: “Who’s knot?”
“Yours,” it’s kind of embarrassing how bitched Jihyo has become, how easily these replies come to her. Sana has her on a short leash. “I want your knot, your load, oh god, you’re big. Sana, please.”
Sana hums appreciatively. "Good girl."
She gestures towards Momo, who gives a punctured groan the moment she’s given permission. Her fingers dig into Jihyo’s hips and she hangs her head forward, mouth open in a silent plea. Then, all at once, Jihyo feels it - Momo’s knot has swelled up against her entrance, probably all angry and red and begging for purchase. The rawest, most feral part of Jihyo’s brain preens lightly, settled only by the smooth push of Momo’s knot. With a final perfunctory thrust, she catches inside of Jihyo and twitches as she cums. Guiltily, Jihyo wishes Momo wasn’t spilling into a condom, because lord there’s a lot, and she’s bound to be bred like this. The air smells sweet. Jihyo yelps, arches into Momo.
“Do you have more for her, Momoring?” Sana hums, after the final stutter of Momo’s hips. Momo slumps over, and Jihyo inhales deeply. Sana taps Momo's shoulder. “I think she wants more.”
Guided mausturbation might just be one of the hottest things ever. Please do tell me how I should touch myself. Tell me when to slip my fingers into myself. Tell me when i can rub my swollen clit.Tell me when I'm allowed to cum for you. Let me prove I can follow your instructions.
