#jeongmo

[imnayeons]

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Jeongmo’s chaotic energy on stage is everything I needed today! 🍩🐶/∞ #LA

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the ONLY person momo clings to(╥﹏╥)

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Any more thoughts on puppy jeongmo saw something on ur twitter a while ago and it’s been plaguing me ever since hope ur doing well :)

i think i had something with puppy hybrids jeongmo and caretakers sahyo, if that’s what you’re talking about! i’ll talk about it a bit more :-)

cishet men and minors dni!!

sana adopted both of them… it was supposed to just be one or the other but they were already bonded, which meant they were inseparable lmao. not to mention they both melted sana’s heart

when i say inseparable i really do mean it. jeongmo just can’t be apart from each other- it upsets momo to no end, and jeongyeon pouts for a few days afterwards bc she holds a grudge like no one’s business. like, if sana has to take one of them to get their hair cut, she’ll leave the other at home (bc both is overwhelming)… momo’s always been crying and jeongyeon won’t leave her room. like they genuinely can’t be apart 😭

she doesn’t regret it at all but the two of them can be a bit of a handful sometimes. jeongyeon’s got a lot of energy and always has to be moving, and momo’s just generally a little clumsy… sana’s had to repot a plant in her apartment multiple times because of them. but she doesn’t mind

they’re both pretty cuddly. momo’s a lot more open about it- she will straight up whine when she doesn’t get the affection she wants. on the other hand, jeongyeon’s a lot more subtle about it. she’s the type to sit down on the other side of the couch but slowly inch her way over to sana without saying anything about it. she also loves pets/head scratches way more than momo does (but wouldn’t ever admit it)

they’re also very clingy with each other. like, so fucking clingy. sana has a rlly good job and makes good money, so her apartment is huge- big enough for the both of them to have their own bedrooms. but they rotate whose they sleep in bc they just can’t go without sleeping next to each other

but bc of sana’s job, she’s not home as much as she wants to be. and therefore the two of them spend a lot more time on their own than they really should… hence why sometimes she gets home and the apartment is a bit of a wreck (jeongyeon does her best to clean but if she’s playing with momo, there’s almost a 99% chance that momo’s gonna get zoomies and break something without meaning to)

so that’s where jihyo comes in

sahyo had been dating for a bit before sana let her meet them. like, they definitely knew jihyo existed- both of them made comments about how sana smelled after she’d come back from their dates- but they never met her. and seeing as jeongyeon’s a little overprotective and momo’s a bit skittish around new people, she was hesitant. but jihyo insisted she wanted to meet them, and sana felt like their relationship was at the point where they could

the first meeting was a little awkward. jeongyeon growled at her and stayed in between her and sana the entire time; momo did her best to keep distance, stayed in her room or in the hallway and only really peeked her head out for the first hour before finally giving in to come say hi. but… jihyo brought them new chew toys. and frankly they couldn’t stay away after that

basically it worked out so well

jeongmo love jihyo. like omfg they get so excited whenever she’s over or whenever they go stay with her, momo especially. they care about her so much that they don’t even get upset that they’re away from one another for a day or two, which was a huge improvement

i would say jeongsa are close and mohyo are close. like obv they all kinda switch around (bc duh, sahyo are together and jeongmo are basically together), but those are the usual pairs

though jeonghyo always go running together when it’s her turn to go stay with jihyo, and samo love to go to the store together bc momo just loves shopping 😭 and that includes for clothes!! she’s a very fashionable little pup (jeongyeon doesn’t care much bc she’s usually always gonna get dirty anyways so… yeah. LMAO)

eventually sahyo do move in together, though. and jeongmo aren’t complaining at all. they love having jihyo around all the time, and sana’s so much happier with her gf (and eventually wife) there, and rlly? that’s all jeongmo want

like oml jeongmo are so grateful for sana. they express it so differently but they really do love her more than words could ever say. after everything they’d been through, sana literally saved them and did everything she could to take care of them, so ofc they’ll always love her. they’re all pretty much inseparable now!!

that’s all for the sfw stuff. nsfw is gonna be under the cut.

sooo. for starters, jeongyeon is g!p. she experiences ruts, but stays on suppressants pretty much all the time to prevent them from happening more than twice a year

momo is on heat suppressants, too. she can’t get pregnant due to some complications, but still- her heats were always too painful for her to deal with, so she prefers to stay on them to manage. she’ll have one or two heats a year and they’re much less intense on the meds

this doesn’t stop them from being horny little freaks, though

jeongyeon is like… sighs. she’s always mounting momo. whether she means it or not, if her and momo get a bit worked up while playing, it usually ends with them fucking. and sana’s walked in on it more than once, lmao

although jeongmo are a couple and sahyo are a couple, they all switch around with one another. things just kinda happened man idk how else to explain it. they just have a very healthy sex life 😭

they all have different dynamics with each other

jeongmo it’s very like… they don’t exactly have a concrete definition of dom/sub and don’t do much in terms of kinks. they mostly fuck for comfort and intimacy, or just because they’re both horny. it’s instinct for them. they usually fall asleep tangled up, jeongyeon still buried in momo. pretty vanilla but it’s still nasty. also, they’re always the first to help each other through their ruts/heats. that’s like a big thing for them- they get the first round when it hits lmao. oftentimes they do coincide with one another, bc their bodies are just so used to it, so it works out

i will say that momo has a terrible fucking breeding kink when it comes to jeongyeon. like if she could have jeongyeon’s pups, she would

but on the other hand, jeongsa are very much sana snaps her fingers and jeongyeon’s being as obedient as she can be. she does whatever sana asks of her bc she’s extremely loyal. submissive in the same way a guard dog is to its sheep type of thing, lmao. so if sana wants jeongyeon to fuck her, she absolutely will- but if sana wants to edge her for an hour, she’ll let it happen. anything to make her owner happy. if she’s rutting tho, sana likes to let her go all out- she loves to get fucked roughly (and bred) by jeongyeon, lmao

samo is different. momo isn’t exactly bratty, but she’s definitely a lot harder to wear down than jeongyeon. she doesn’t listen on the first command- it’s fun for the both of them for momo to get bullied into submission by sana. they swap around who has the strap on. also- momo loves being pulled around on a leash. and getting spanked. sana’s the dom nearly every single time, but on the rare occasion she’s in the mood, she lets momo have control (bc it’s fun to watch her basically glitch and try to figure out what to do lmao)

jeonghyo didn’t happen for so fucking long, jfc. not for any particular reason, just bc they never got worked up near each other. they’re definitely more friendly than they are romantic with each other- like they don’t cuddle and kiss as much as they would with samo- but when they do fuck, it’s very much just what the vibe is. sometimes it’s soft and fast, sometimes it’s rough and they go for hours- no one’s necessarily in charge. it’s also hilarious they never fuck bc jihyo’s the only one who’s ever pegged jeongyeon (it’s definitely their special thing LMAO #brotime)

mohyo tho… yeah no if momo’s going to stay with jihyo there’s a 100% chance they’re fucking. momo just gets so fucking horny when she’s near jihyo, she can’t help it. she’s always humping jihyo’s thigh or leg, always clinging to her and begging for her strap. she loves eating jihyo out, too. anything to be as close to her as humanly possible. she loves how jihyo smells and tastes, will leave her covered in hickeys without thinking… like momo is the peak of needy dumb puppy when she’s with jihyo. and jihyo never holds back or denies her of anything. biblical levels of greed…

and then sahyo? hilariously enough, they’re the kinkiest. and what’s even more hilarious is that sana subs for jihyo most of the time. like that’s deadass a big foundation of their relationship. sana’s just always so overwhelmed with work and the pups and life… she just wants a break, and jihyo’s more than happy to provide that. most of their dates would end up with sana tied up in jihyo’s bed getting edged to tears, fucked within an inch of blacking out. it’s just such a good outlet for the both of them, lmao.

tho i will say sahyo do kinda enjoy being jeongmo’s chew toys. like both of them have terrible oral fixations, they nibble on sahyo kinda often. but that’s just to say there’s some nursing kink stuff that goes on with them too (esp mohyo lmao)

both jeongmo like having collars on, but for jeongyeon it’s only a bedroom thing. for momo it’s a bedroom thing but she wears hers out for comfort, too

one of sahyo’s favorite things to do is attach them together by the collars and watch as they make out,,,

they have so much group sex, too. trust me.

and lastly: yes, jeongyeon has a knot. all of them are obsessed with taking it. do with that info what you will!

alright, that’s all i really have. i hope you enjoyed!!! :3

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jeongmo with their TWICE crew

[jihyocentric]

domestic nahyo! this is 5.1k words so have fun :)

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as a result to finding out jihyo was expecting their second baby, and that everyone knew but her, nayeon spends an hour without talking to her wife.

nayeon would decidedly give jihyo the cold shoulder — if she wasn’t rashly dismissing the fact that that was jihyo she was trying to be upset with. jihyo, her wife, who nayeon couldn’t bear not to have in her arms to sleep every night, who gave her the most precious gifts she could have earned, and who nayeon has loved dearly with her entire being from the very moment they met until now.

as was foreseeable, nayeon couldn’t, and didn’t want to ignore jihyo, although jihyo did deserve silent treatment at that time. what even would nayeon do if she couldn’t talk? she wanted to talk more, talk to her wife about them, about their growing yet small family, and, wholeheartedly, she wanted to confess to jihyo what jihyo knew back to front: nayeon loved her. deeply, endlessly, without rest to her poor heart — which was about to burst upon receiving the news.

there was another baby on their way to their lives. an extension of the love nayeon has impulsively nurtured over the years for jihyo. so, how could nayeon ignore, or even be angry, when jihyo, despite hiding it from her, carried the extension of them? nayeon can’t resist her, and then all it takes for jihyo to make her speak again is the sweet promise that, if nayeon talked to her, she’d receive an even sweeter apology. of course jihyo appeals to nayeon’s weaknesses: her voice drips like honey against nayeon’s ear, and she’s beautiful. dolled up for nayeon, because nayeon deserved it. an hour without hearing nayeon’s voice had been just enough for jihyo to get ready for her.

moving backwards, to when nayeon had deafeningly rushed down the stairs with jisoo in her lap, nayeon was thrilled. she had cried and hugged jihyo tightly then, squishing jisoo between them, and only stopping when their angry baby (she definitely got that from jihyo, nayeon thinks) bit her. the pain was, in no way, felt by nayeon, who was numbed by sheer happiness. still, nayeon pulled away, only so to avoid jisoo from biting her again, as the grown baby’s tiny bunny teeth had already left scars on her before.

it was only after putting jisoo to bed that nayeon suddenly gave jihyo the cold shoulder.

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

jisoo is fast asleep at that time, and the both of them were ready for bed. words don’t instantly come out from jihyo at nayeon’s grumble of a question, instead she presses her lips to nayeon’s puffed cheek and straddles her, perching on her lap prettily, because that was what she had promised nayeon she would do. give her a sweet, sweet apology that would make nayeon feel everything — but betrayed.

“should i be honest?” jihyo’s head tilts slightly to the side, like the angle was better to inspect nayeon’s face. it wasn’t, jihyo convinces herself it was, but she was all but preening for nayeon, with her hair down and big, doe eyes staring into nayeon’s. both devilish desire and intrinsic innocence were in jihyo’s eyes — she was beautiful, even without makeup. especially without makeup. nayeon loved to stare at her bare face, instantly fixated on the mole at the center of jihyo’s nose.

“yes. why does everyone know? even soo knew before me!” nayeon grunts, irritated. or she pretends to be — she definitely does, jihyo knows, because nayeon’s hands on her waist are as soft as they always were, showing no signs of imminent anger. nayeon is exhilarated. “it’s not fair, ji, they got to meet our baby before i did.”

jihyo is left out of words then, taken aback. “im nayeon,” jihyo calls. she exhales, the corners of her mouth raising in a subtle smile. “you are so cute.”

as quick as a blink, nayeon forgets about the main topic of their conversation. “well, that’s obvious.” nayeon brags, her ego hitting the sky at jihyo’s smallest praise. instead of rigid, the way her body had stayed when she was aiming for a serious talk with jihyo, nayeon becomes soft, arms readily encircling jihyo’s thin waist. “you fell for me because i’m cute.”

“no.” jihyo promptly denies. that too, im nayeon, jihyo thinks. if jihyo wasn’t ready for something else, something other than the pillow talk — that could happen later — she would’ve told nayeon that she was, in fat, the most incredible person she’d ever met. not to feed nayeon’s already big ego, but because nayeon was, truly, the best person in her life. but the pregnancy hormones were starting to be a bother, and jihyo almost can’t hold herself back when nayeon frowns and her bottom lip sticks out. nayeon was so cute that it aroused her. “i fell for you because of this.”

nayeon groans, not expecting jihyo to palm her so abruptly over her pants. looking down, nayeon confirms that jihyo’s hand was there. she was feeling the tight grip well enough, but looking at it seemed to make the feeling even better.

“ah, that’s a lie!” nayeon pulls away, hands finding support on the mattress, right behind her. the way she poses makes jihyo fall again — because, as shameful as it was, she loved how convinced nayeon was, how much of a show-off she could be, charmingly arrogant on that matter. with a sly smile and her tongue between her teeth, nayeon looked like a dream. “you said ‘i love you’ way before you even saw it.”

“did i?” jihyo asks as she makes her way off nayeon’s lap. nayeon doesn’t have to answer her question, it is nothing but jihyo’s way to dismiss the sudden topic, but as jihyo kneels in front of nayeon, nayeon thinks about many ways she could proudly tell jihyo that her cock was great, but she had definitely fallen for her cuteness first.

the answer never comes out, because soon the very subject of their conversation is in jihyo’s mouth, making nayeon forget once again where they should have been going with their late night talk — what was once a discussion about pregnancy. it doesn’t matter anyway, because nayeon would rather have her cock sucked, keeping her eyes on jihyo’s with rapture as she received her deserved apology.

so far, their youngest baby was doing well, resting calmly in their warm nest, not giving jihyo any trouble. compared to when she was pregnant with jisoo, not a lot had changed. the baby growing in her womb didn’t seem like they were going to be troublesome, and jihyo hoped things stayed like that until the end — she was still prepared for further turbulences, pregnancy was unpredictable, but up to that point, both jihyo and their baby were getting along well.

with pregnancy, some things change for the better, while other things leave jihyo with mixed feelings. if nayeon was already overly protective over her, it gets twice as worse. it’s cute, jihyo wouldn’t contest, receiving nayeon’s calls randomly throughout her days, having nayeon constantly checking up on her, wanting to be sure that jihyo was doing well, that the both of them were doing well. at times it becomes a nuisance: when nayeon forgets jihyo had already been there and that she knew how to take care of herself.

‘so far, so good’ is what jihyo answers as a reflex when she is asked about her pregnancy. the things that bothered her, she kept to herself and to nayeon, though some of her worries were still be sealed for herself only.

it was still too early to tell if her body was going to change the way it did with jisoo. jihyo worried, not about the eventual stretch marks that would appear on certain spots of her body or the weight gain, but about how she would feel when those things became her reality again. she wasn’t prepared for another baby — her body was, jihyo had never felt more whole, sincerely fulfilled with her small family, but the pregnancy was still sudden, and jihyo still had a lot to think about her current situation.

it’s overthinking, jihyo knows, she should be happy, and she was happy. at the same time, small things about their routine start to bother her.

the first time it happens, jihyo is dressing jisoo up for a birthday party, while she herself is wearing what she deemed being rags. the twins had been invited by a friend, and the chances of them going without their best friend jisoo were shallow — it was even better if they could bring more kids, the parent organizing the party had told jeongyeon.

“baby,” jihyo calls, gentle as she brushed jisoo’s hair. to jihyo’s relief, jisoo enjoyed having her hair at a shoulder length, short enough for jihyo not to have a hard time brushing it, but long enough for it to be styled diversely. “will you want pigtail braids or buns?”

jisoo is teetering between jihyo’s knees, standing just like nayeon — unable to keep still. jihyo had tried to convince her to sit down on a chair, with the argument that it would be better for brushing her hair and styling it, but jisoo was full of energy early in the morning. she’d been babbling to jihyo about what she and the twins had been up to at school while still deciding if she wanted her mom’s lap or to stand up and keep swaying back and forth.

“buns.” jisoo answers shortly after being interrupted in her little vent about how kyungwan, no, wannie, had learned how to fish after a camping trip with his moms and beom, and that she wanted to learn too. “why don’t we go camping too? mama told me you used to do that a lot, but you never took me with you!”

jihyo laughs, sensing jisoo’s pout despite not being able to see her face. “we did. you were an even smaller baby back then.”

jihyo wonders if she should break it to jisoo that they couldn’t fish at all. maybe nayeon would attempt to learn if jisoo really wanted it, but there were other activities, easier ones, that jisoo could engage with when they were camping, especially now that she had grown. she’d grown only a tiny bit since they last went camping, but a considerable bit. enough to help on basic tasks.

“can we go again?”

jihyo frowns at what she’s looking at — she could have sworn she’d do a better job with the buns, but while one looked perfect, the other bun wasn’t coming out the way she wanted.

“we can, baby. i bet your mama wants to go too. it’s been so long,” jihyo sighs, knowing that she wouldn’t achieve perfection for as long as jisoo kept standing unsteadily. “can you sit on mommy’s lap, baby?”

jihyo eventually gets what she wants, and jisoo looks like the cutest baby jihyo had ever seen — and the fact that she was her baby had nothing to do with it. even jeongyeon melted when jihyo showed up at the party with jisoo, and she only didn’t squish jihyo’s baby and filled her with kisses because jihyo didn’t want jeongyeon to ruin her hard work.

nayeon wasn’t there with them because she had to work. it wasn’t often that jihyo got a lighter schedule than nayeon, and jihyo wasn’t acquainted with hanging out with other parents. not as much as nayeon was, at least. perhaps she should have let jeongyeon take jisoo along with the twins and avoided the party, because it’s then, when they’re already there, that jihyo realizes that all of the other kids’ moms were terribly well dressed for a kid’s party, while jihyo had barely any makeup on her face and wore the simplest clothes she could find.

that is not what jeongyeon pays attention to, or anyone else but jihyo.

how the moms holding their newborns looked pretty, dolled up even, when jihyo hasn’t thought about ‘looking pretty’ in a while. what shouldn’t be a problem becomes one when jihyo realizes it had been weeks since she last wore makeup, which was something she liked to do, but had neglected because her time was short. impulsively, she had been paying more attention to jisoo, nayeon and her worries to realize that she had been repeating a situation that had already happened — when was pregnant with jisoo.

jeongyeon’s voice takes her back to the party. jihyo, who once had been quiet and observant, stuck in her own thoughts, looks at her friend, who had made her a question.

“for how long do you think she is going to take that bunny everywhere with her?” jeongyeon sounds interestingly curious as she looks at jisoo, who was playing with the twins and the birthday kid.

jihyo’s worries are no longer there when she catches her baby with a concentrated frown, small knuckles squeezing the blue bunny hard by its ears. jisoo was starting to hate losing, indicating jihyo and nayeon’s failure as mothers on that matter, but she looked adorable when she was upset with her scores. memory games have never looked so thrilling as it did when jisoo was playing them.

jihyo smiles, both at jeongyeon’s question and because of jisoo. “until nayeon gives her another bunny.”

it’s christmas when the first week of jihyo’s fourth month of pregnancy is starting.

at the living room of the house of the ims, there was jihyo and jeongyeon, who were both taking care of the decoration. at some point, jeongyeon asks to see how her youngest niece, or nephew, was doing, and so there jihyo was: standing with her (nayeon’s) hoodie lifted up to her ribs, showing jeongyeon her growing (barely) tummy.

“it’s uncomfortably small.” jeongyeon rants, kneeling in front of jihyo, face to face with her bare tummy. she doesn’t touch it, instead inspects it, like jihyo had an odd irregularity, doomed to having small bumps during her pregnancies. the cooing makes jihyo embarrassed and her lower lip puffs out — out of everything jeongyeon could have brought up to poke fun at her, she uses the one thing jihyo can’t control. “are you sure they’re im nayeon’s baby? they’re so shy!”

 “did you come early to make fun of my bump again?” jihyo lets out a huff of an answer, covering her stomach again. she watches as jeongyeon gets up, with an annoying smile, and almost bites jeongyeon’s hand when she reaches for her head, patting it softly, proudly, tender in a way that makes jihyo lose the pout.

“that was one of my goals,” jeongyeon teases. she leaves one last pat at the top of jihyo’s head, like jihyo was a baby cat who had done an adorable thing and deserved praises and pets. she’s like that because jihyo is pregnant, surely. jeongyeon definitely wouldn’t be that soft otherwise. it was not like she found jihyo genuinely cute and deserving of such treatment. “i think you’re becoming an adult, park.”

jihyo crosses her arms under her chest, eyes narrowing as she studies jeongyeon’s face, searching for any hints of sarcasm.

“i’m 30.” jihyo replies, categorically. there is a box with the decoration left sitting on the ground. jihyo kneels and searches for tree ornaments inside the box, and soon golden and white decoration is suddenly thrown at jeongyeon. “do something useful, yoo jeongyeon.”

nighttime arrives along with sana and tzuyu, who were the last guests to make their appearance at jihyo and nayeon’s house.

they didn’t always have their friends around on christmas, but that year jihyo figured dahyun and mina would like to have them around at that date. with that, she also invited the rest of her friends. thankfully, nayeon was too busy with dahyun and mina’s baby to pay attention to the fact that she was, once again, in the same room as minatozaki sana.

“how can she be so calm with you?” dahyun lets out a frustrated noise. kazuha had been irritated since the night had arrived, refusing to eat but pouting at the discomfort of sheer hunger. not even mina managed to get her to feed and they were starting to worry, until nayeon became aware of their problem and solved it as easily as she did everything else.

“she just loves auntie nayeon,” nayeon brags.

nayeon is standing as she keeps kazuha held firmly with one arm, the other guiding a bottle filled with warm milk to the baby’s hungry mouth, cooing at the little sounds kazuha made of content, lips wide as she smiled. nayeon had missed that experience — she thinks about jisoo, remembering the time when jisoo was as small as kazuha, her chest burning when she realizes that she would soon have that again in her life.

“no, i’m serious, unnie, what did you do to make her like this?!” dahyun asks, almost desperately. kazuha looks at her mom while vigorously sucking the silicon material at the top of the bottle that replaced mina as a food source, unaware of dahyun’s frustration, enjoying being held by nayeon so much that she accepted the food.

“i’m just too good, hyunie.” nayeon boasts about her baby whisperer abilities, laughing when dahyun lets her body weight fall fully against the couch, releasing what would be the cutest ‘unnie!’ nayeon had ever heard if it wasn’t for jihyo. “all you need to do is hold her right. as a fluent speaker of the baby language, i can translate what this little girl was whining about to you earlier. it went something like this: ‘mom, quit being a dumbass and hold me like pretty auntie nayeon does!’”

mina laughs, resting on the couch next to dahyun — she’d been quietly watching their interaction. mina earns a frown from dahyun, and in order to make up for laughing at nayeon’s silly antics, she holds dahyun’s hand, kissing her temple softly after muttering a small apology.

“do you want to hold her?” nayeon offers before dahyun gets to sulk, despite not really wanting to let go of the baby in her arms. as kazuha was dahyun and mina’s, the question had to be made, but if nayeon could, she’d gladly borrow kazuha for until jihyo was in labor. 

“won’t it bother her?” dahyun asks, reluctant after spending minutes trying to get kazuha to feed. “she looks so peaceful.”

nayeon shakes her head. “she will be fine. come on, stand up.”

while nayeon busies herself giving mina and dahyun the ultimate baby guide, at another corner of the room, jisoo is distracted with jeongyeon, momo, tzuyu and the twins — much to nayeon’s relief, because jisoo could be jealous when it came to her or jihyo with other kids, unless they were interacting with the twins.

jihyo is talking to sana somewhere else, not joining the others, because sana had questions for her. they were mostly about pregnancy, like sana was trying to get her information from the best person, but jihyo was far from being an expert regardless of having had jisoo and being currently pregnant.

what was once an in-depth conversation about what pregnancy felt like and how it affected her physically turns into jihyo sharing worries about having a depressive episode again. with sana, jihyo can talk about it without being pushed to tell nayeon whatever she was feeling, unlike jeongyeon, who would make jihyo open up. jeongyeon would do it only for jihyo’s best, of course, but sana allows jihyo to talk before she gets to say anything, which jihyo appreciates.

“i’m trying to prevent that from happening,” jihyo explains, trying to find the right words to express what she felt. “i’m not bothered with anything right now, because this time i was able to detect my mistake soon. like, a couple of weeks ago i was getting lazy with things i like to do, so i watched out for that, and i’m no longer forgetting to take care of myself too.”

“so there’s nothing wrong, right?” sana asks, careful as if she was dealing with a bomb that could burst at any second. nobody except nayeon knew what it was like when jihyo was at her worst while pregnant with jisoo, but their friends knew that it had a lot of impact on her. so sana is careful because she’s afraid of the answer she could get. her kind hand squeezes jihyo’s shoulder, as if giving her support, encouraging her to talk.

“nothing is wrong.” jihyo replies, her answer carrying certainty, honest as she speaks. “it’s just hard to think about the past knowing it could happen again. i don’t want to go through that again.”

“you won’t,” sana assures. like a magnet, she hugs jihyo. it’s as protective as when she hugs tzuyu, because that was sana’s way to comfort people. jihyo nods in her embrace, trusting everything sana told her. “it’s normal to worry, but you shouldn’t keep thinking about that. just keep being jihyo and you will be fine. and talk to nayeon. always.”

“it’s hard,” jihyo lets out a whine of an answer. “she will be worried too.”

“that’s what a wife is for,” sana pulls away, with a smile on her face. “better than anyone else, you know nayeon would want you to share what you’re feeling with her. so do that.”

jihyo sighs in defeat, about to say something when she feels a pair of arms around her waist. it was nayeon, of course. jihyo knew by heart.

“do what?” nayeon asks, holding jihyo protectively in her arms.

sana bites her lip mischievously before answering. “leave you and marry me, im nayeon.”

nayeon frowns at that, attempting to let go of jihyo, but jihyo grips nayeon’s arms before she gets to intimidate sana. “jihyo!”

“sana, i think tzuyu is calling you.” jihyo says, ignoring nayeon’s irritated whine. sana winks over nayeon’s direction before she leaves, and only when she joins the other girls does jihyo lets nayeon set herself free. “she was just playing around. it’s christmas, don’t sulk, im nayeon.”

“you let her tease me but you don’t let me fight back.” nayeon mutters grumpily, circling jihyo’s waist with her arms again once jihyo turns around to face her. “you’re lucky i’m madly in love with you, or else i’d be hurt.”

“i am very lucky.” jihyo bumps her nose into nayeon’s. her arms found themselves wrapped around nayeon’s neck the moment she was embraced by her, like it was her body’s nature to be with nayeon in that way. “will you build gingerbread houses with me, unnie?”

nayeon feels like her heart wouldn’t resist and erupt in her chest the longer she stared at jihyo and her big, starry eyes, which blinked adorably to persuade her. the sweet question is followed by a word she hasn’t heard from jihyo in way too long. unnie. jihyo does that on purpose, in order to make nayeon susceptible to be easily manipulated, and nayeon doesn’t attempt to fight it.

“i’ll do anything with you, babygirl.” nayeon relents.

“unnie,” jihyo does it again.

it’s late then and their friends were already gone — nayeon had a hard time giving a sleepy jisoo a shower, and she only did it because jihyo wouldn’t let her baby sleep unless she was clean. as a reward for her hard work, nayeon able to join the jihyo in the bathtub.

jihyo’s back is against nayeon’s front. there’s a silly duck floating on the water of their bathtub because nayeon had mistakenly taken it to their bathroom instead of putting it somewhere else to dry. jihyo was entertained with the toy, so nayeon wasn’t bothered enough to take it out of the water, letting jihyo stare at it as she rubbed her tummy.

the warmth is comfortable — the water is warmer than nayeon expected it to be, and allowing her muscles to relax felt like a prize. having jihyo in her arms made it all better, truly the best alternative to taking a shower by herself.

none of them wanted to leave the cozy place and jihyo didn’t want to disturb their silence, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep unless she spoke to nayeon about a certain topic. so jihyo moves her hands to nayeon’s knees. she’d been sitting snugly against nayeon, between her legs and the tender touch makes nayeon lay a kiss over her head.

“unnie, we need to talk.”

nayeon sighs. the tone jihyo uses leads nayeon to think she might have done something wrong — it’s the same voice she uses when she has to talk to jisoo about her behavior.

“before you say anything, i didn’t mean to snub momo and jeongyeon’s house,” nayeon refers to when they were playing with shaped biscuits and candy earlier, building their gingerbread houses. “i know you don’t like it when i, uhh… teach? these things to jisoo. but they were making fun of our house too!”

 jihyo can hardly stop herself from laughing. what nayeon says takes her by surprise, as she didn’t remember nayeon saying or doing anything bad towards their friends — nayeon had just turned herself in, willingly. but jihyo doesn’t lose her focus.

“it’s not about that.” jihyo reassures. only then, jihyo notices nayeon had tensed up upon her call, because nayeon relaxes once she knows she’s not going to be scolded. “i wanted to tell you…” jihyo stops, and reformulates what she wanted to say. “share with you something that you should know.”

“is everything alright?” is the first thing nayeon asks, moving back just slightly to fix her posture. jihyo lays her head against nayeon’s shoulder, the position too comfortable for her to change it.

“mhm. it is. i figured i should tell you that i was feeling down recently,” jihyo continues. nayeon’s hand on her belly makes her feel safe to say anything — and it’s not like she’d ever not be safe with nayeon, but feeling nayeon that close, protecting her diligently, encouraged jihyo to speak. “i noticed that i was keeping myself busy with work, and jisoo, and you, so much that i was starting to stop doing basic things that i like to do.”

“baby,” nayeon says suddenly, tensing up again.

“it’s not what you’re thinking.” jihyo says in a hurry. she is forced to change her position to sit on nayeon’s lap, because that would be the only way she’d be able to look at her. there was nothing but care in nayeon’s eyes, jihyo observes as she fixes herself in a better position. “i’m talking to you about this because, in the future, i might forget that this pregnancy isn’t everything there is about me. i need you to check up on me, make sure i won’t go back to that place.”

nayeon nods, like she was letting jihyo know she understood her. nayeon was still concerned, her face no longer relaxed the way it was before. “are you sure that’s all?”

“that’s all.” jihyo answers sincerely. “nayeon, i don’t need you to worry.” warm fingers find themselves against nayeon’s neck, thumbs supporting nayeon’s chin, making nayeon look at her. “what i need is for you to make sure i won’t stop being me.” jihyo sighs, frustrated when she can’t find better words to tell nayeon to take care of her. “just… be im nayeon and make sure i’m park jihyo.”

“im jihyo.” nayeon corrects.

“im jihyo.” jihyo gives in. “do you understand what i’m trying to say?”

nayeon knows exactly what jihyo is trying to communicate to her — she will still be worried, that’s how nayeon was when it came to jihyo, but she wouldn’t let her worries consume her. that was just what nayeon was. she made things easy, which was exactly what jihyo needed in her life. someone to look at things from a brighter perspective.

nayeon lets out an agreeing hum. “do not worry. praise the babygirl. encourage her to do the activities she likes.” she makes a list, counting on her fingers the tasks she had to complete starting from that moment.

“that’s a way to put it.” jihyo smiles softly. “i love you, nayeon.”

“not more than i love you.” nayeon mutters, inching forward to kiss jihyo’s lips — she knows that once jihyo pulls away, they’d argue about who loved the other more, so nayeon makes the kiss longer, drowning in the sweetness of jihyo’s lips when there’s nobody (but a goofy yellow duck on the water) to witness it.

“minji.” nayeon says, suddenly, when they’re in bed and ready to bid their goodbyes to christmas. “i want our baby to be called minji.”

jihyo shakes her head in disapproval, her head against nayeon’s chest. the baby bump hardly prevents her from cuddling snugly with nayeon — what jeongyeon liked to constantly remind jihyo was true, it was small, barely noticeable, but the baby was healthy regardless of that.

“no. we already have a ‘ji’.” jihyo argues.

“but i like the ji!” nayeon whines. “how about yunjin?”

“we can have the yun, but not the ji again!” jihyo says, fatally determined. “what about yuna?” jihyo suggests. “wait… why are we fighting over girl names if you wanted a boy?”

“we need to think about two names. so if they’re a girl, i want them to be called either minji. or yunjin. oh, how about kyujin? i like that one! there’s also jiwoo…” nayeon rambles as fast as she possibly can, excited with the idea of collecting ‘ji’s in her life. “if they’re a boy, his name can be just jin! or jinyoung, if we want something more elaborated. woojin is another option…”

jihyo yawns, giving up on her attempt to keep up with nayeon’s blabber.

“now you’re just copying my name. and jisoo’s. jiwoo? be a little original, im nayeon.” jihyo mumbles, closing her eyes after giving nayeon her last reply.

“but i don’t like the yeon variants.” nayeon grumbles, fingers lost in jihyo’s hair as she caressed her scalp. she pouts, knowing it would be hard to convince jihyo to name their baby with the ji as an integrant syllable, but she wouldn’t give up. “just think about how cute it would be if we had a baby ji. you’re my jiji, jisoo is a mini ji, and the baby… are you sleeping?”

nayeon pokes at jihyo’s waist, receiving no answers from jihyo. all nayeon hears is the sound of her calm breathing, indicating that jihyo had, in fact, fallen asleep while she was talking to her. nayeon’s pout is even bigger then — she feels like jihyo is betraying her when jihyo doesn’t hear the things she wanted to say until the end, though it was only her fault, because she could never be straightforward, and jihyo was the only person patient enough to listen to her.

nayeon decides that she’d bring the conversation to the table again once they woke up, committed to the idea of naming their second baby after the first syllable of jihyo’s name.

[tw230709]

Give Me a Hand?

tags: g!p, overstimulation, humiliation, frottage, blowjob

Jeongmo fwb

Minors and cis men dni

If the circumstances were different, Momo would have been embarrassed. She and Jeongyeon had been sharing a room for years now, they had seen each other through everything. They didn’t have a problem with the lack of privacy, simply asking to have the room to themselves when things needed to be… taken care of. Momo had offered to help at times, most of the time with just a literal hand or on occasion her mouth. They didn’t think much of it, simply an unconventional closeness that they knew others did have. 

This was one of the rare times she was embarrassed. She had stepped out of the shower into their shared room, finding Jeongyeon laid out on the bed scrolling through her phone. It would have been fine; when they were rushing to get out of the dorm, it was normal for them to just change together. But with the defined tent in the towel draped over her body, she found herself blushing. 

She cleared her throat, getting Jeongyeon’s attention. The older girl glanced over at her without giving it a second thought, “Oh hey Mo.”

Her eyes found her phone again and Momo walked over to the dresser, shuffling awkwardly to keep her back to the other girl. She swallowed hard as she sifted through her clothes trying to find something comfortable. As much as she tried to take her mind off of the heat spreading from her stomach it wasn’t helping. She was embarrassingly hard, something she admittedly could have taken care of in the shower before getting out. Asking for help crossed her mind for a moment and she found herself craving the feeling of Jeongyeon’s hand warm and soft wrapped around her c— 

She shook her head trying to physically shake the thought out of her mind. It was only noon, if Jeongyeon was in the room this early she was probably tired. They had all gone out early that morning for a fitting and the girls were slowly trickling back to the dorm. She had finished first, planning to shower and get back in bed, but Jeongyeon was starting to derail those plans. 

“Hey, the girls want to get dinner later. Wanna come, oh-“ Without thinking Momo turned to face her, still clutching the towel wrapped around her. Jeongyeon’s eyes widened as her gaze went from her phone to the evident bulge beneath the towel. Momo turned around, cheeks burning in embarrassment. The other girl cleared her throat and shifted on the bed to stand up, “I can step out if you want to…” 

Momo swallowed hard, finding her voice finally. “It’s fine, it'll go away.” She gathered up her clothes and headed back to the bathroom, but looked back as she heard Jeongyeon chuckle.

“You gonna go take care of it, huh?” Jeongyeon was sitting up in bed now, looking at Momo as she clutched her towel to cover her body. Her cheeks flushed at her words, she was going to go change, really,… after she turned the sink on to muffle her moans as she jacked herself off. 

She swallowed hard, cheeks burning as Jeongyeon looked at her. It seemed as if all the tiredness left her body, her eyes growing dark as her eyes roamed her bare skin that the towel didn’t cover. 

Momo looked her over, her gaze getting stuck on the bulge in Jeongyeon’s sweatpants. Fuck , the sight made her mouth go dry. It was hard for her to focus now, now that she had seen the bulge growing in Jeongyeon’s pants. She knew that she caused it, it stroked her ego in a way that made her cheeks feel warm. They were both accustomed to it at this point, there were a handful of nights where they had gotten each other off or simply got off laying next to each other. It was hard to not want it, harder to ignore the arousal pooling hot in her stomach. 

She mulled it over, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and biting it. The way that Jeongyeon was looking at her made it feel as if she was waiting for her to ask. They would be in the dorm alone for a while and god Jeongyeon always made her feel better than she ever could by herself. 

It was something bordering on primal, her own arousal thinking instead of her mind. Her cock was so hard from Jeongyeon just looking at her, so hard that it almost hurt. She sighed, dropping her clothes onto the floor and loosening the grip on her towel, “Help me out?”

—

Jeongyeon’s clothes practically fell off. All Momo had to do was take her towel off and the rest came with a practiced ease. They had been together enough times to know each other more than well, she knew how to get Jeongyeon hard and dripping with only a handful of touches and Jeongyeon knew the same with her. 

The position was new, Momo had expected Jeongyeon to drop to her knees and suck her off until Momo was biting her lip so hard that she drew blood while she fisted her own cock. But this was new, this was intoxicating. Their thighs were pressed together, Momo straddling her lap. Their cocks were hard, brushing against each other with every small movement. It was her idea, but now she was frozen. It was horribly intimate, the feeling of her cock just brushing against Jeongyeon’s had her breathing heavy. The visual of it was driving her crazy, Jeongyeon was bigger, thicker. 

It was almost embarrassing, her own cock throbbing and heavy as it stood between her thighs. The plush warmth of Jeongyeon’s thighs beneath her and the heavy weight of her length pressed against her own was dizzying. Momo wasn’t big, not compared to Jeongyeon, but as she grasped both of their cocks, the combined thickness was almost too much for her to grasp. 

The warm weight in her hand was almost addicting, feeling Jeongyeon’s cock pressed against her own was nearly overwhelming. She slid her hand up to their tips, whimpering as she collected the precum from her tip before sliding her hand down their lengths. It was hard to keep her head up, the tension and pull in her stomach from such a small movement making her almost go limp on top of the other woman. Beneath her, Jeongyeon inhaled sharply, making Momo look down at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back in pleasure. 

The sight was enough to get Momo to move her hand again. The rhythm was sloppy, Momo was finding it hard to focus with the pleasure she was feeling. Wet sounds filled the air as her wrist moved up and down. It should have been embarrassing, but it only made Momo’s cock throb with want. She brought her hand to their tips, pressed against each other as Momo messily circled them with her thumb. A strangled moan fell from her lips, her hips bucking nearly making her fuck her own hand. The wet slide of her cock against Jeongyeon’s only made her moan again, louder this time. 

It was embarrassing how close she was already, the feeling was all too much. The hard, warm length pressed against her own and the way Jeongyeon was whimpering as she tried to hold back her own moans. It made her want to take, it made her want to be selfish and get herself off without regard to the woman beneath her. Momo inhaled deeply through her nose, trying her hardest to focus as she moved her hand up and down their lengths again. Her grip tightened slightly, making her whimper and moan at the feeling. The sound was back again, slick and wet as she moved her wrist up and down. The motion was nearly hypnotic as she looked down to watch her hand move. 

The pleasure was dizzying, her head spinning as she watched. She was close, so close. On the next pump, she kept her hand wrapped around their tips. The movement was focused and quick, it was what she needed to get there and she didn’t have the mind to try to last longer. Momo’s breathing was short and clipped, matching Jeongyeon’s. It didn’t take much, a few more strokes and she was spilling her load on Jeongyeon’s bare stomach. Momo shuddered and moaned loudly, her body twitching as she came. It was almost automatic, the way her hips bucked to fuck her hand as she came. She could feel the mess she made on her hand, her cum only lubing her movements as her length rubbing against Jeongyeon’s.

As she came down she could feel her thighs trembling, her eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. When Momo opened her eyes again she saw Jeongyeon propped up on her forearms, looking up at her. There was a smirk on her face, sweat making her hair stick to her forehead. The way she was looking at her made Momo’s cheeks burn. It was embarrassing, she had finished so quickly and as she felt her cock soften it only pronounced the weight of Jeongyeon’s cock in her hand. 

She looked down at them, her cum was all over Jeongyeon’s stomach pearly white. She had made a mess . It was hot, hotter than it should have been, but it made her cheeks burn in embarrassment. Jeongyeon’s cock was still hard and pressed against her own, the tip red and oozing precum. Jeongyeon scoffed at her, making Momo tear her eyes away from the mess on her stomach, “Fuck, that was quick.” Momo’s cheeks somehow got hotter, the embarrassment flooding her mind. Her body took it another way though, her softening cock twitching at the comment. There was nowhere for her to look, there was Jeongyeon looking up at her and there was down where their cocks were still pressed against each other. Neither were safe options. 

“Finish what you started, I was close.” Momo perked up at her words. Her eyes found Jeongyeon’s again, the older woman’s gaze almost expectant. She watched as if she were waiting, eyes finally fluttering shut as Momo gripped their lengths again. It almost burned, her own body teetering towards being overstimulated. Momo whimpered, shifting slightly and pulling her cock away. Her cum covered her hand, making the movement slick, easy, and loud. It was wet, so slick that every moment made a noise. She gasped, whimpering at the feeling of her hand on her cock. 

Momo adjusted how she was sitting on Jeongyeon’s lap only to get a hand wrapped around her own. She looked down again, Jeongyeon’s hand had enveloped her own, holding her in place. The older woman scoffed in annoyance, taking Momo’s hand in her own and moving them both up and down. Jeongyeon’s voice was clipped and tense, “This is what you wanted, right?” Momo swallowed hard at the statement, inhaling sharply and nearly doubling over as Jeongyeon’s hand started to stroke their tips. “So- so greedy. Got what you wanted and now you don’t want to finish it.” 

The overstimulation was starting to creep into her body, every movement, every touch felt white hot. Momo’s thighs were trembling, her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat. Jeongyeon let go of her hand leaving Momo looking down at her curiously. “ Fuck- finish what you started. Made such a mess, I should make you clean it up.” Momo whimpered as she stroked their cocks, feeling herself getting hard again. Her cock was throbbing in her own hand, every movement making her body feel even warmer. Her cheeks were burning, tears pricking in her eyes from the overstimulation. Jeongyeon had to be close, she had to be. She could stick it out, she had to. It hurt, god it hurt, but she was practically blinded by how badly she wanted to get Jeongyeon off. 

Momo’s eyes were on their lengths again, their tips an angry red as her hand moved up and down. She looked up slightly, watching Jeongyeon reach down, collecting Momo’s cum on her fingers. “ Open.” Momo whimpered at the word, but she opened her mouth parting her lips obediently. Jeongyeon’s fingers were in her mouth, she could taste her own cum on her tongue salty and heady. She sucked her fingers clean, the feeling making her cock twitch and her movements slow down. Jeongyeon clicked her tongue, making Momo speed her hand up again. “Can’t do anything, huh? So needy, can’t do anything right.” Momo whimpered around Jeongyeon’s fingers, licking and sucking on the digits long after they were clean. 

It felt like she was drunk on the feeling, high off the ecstasy. Jeongyeon pulled her fingers out of her mouth with a wet pop, making Momo whimper at the loss. Jeongyeon’d hand fell back onto the sheets, her eyes fluttering shut. Her teeth were clenched, words strained, “Keep going, close.” Momo sped up her movements, it hurt so much, but she was drowning in pleasure. She didn’t realize she had started crying, not until she felt the tears wet and hot as they trailed down her cheeks. It was as if her body was moving on its own, her hips grinding nearly fucking her hand as it moved up and down. It was so wet, so warm and slick that it felt addicting. A whimper left her lips, she was close again, so embarrassingly close. She felt Jeongyeon’s cock twitch in her grasp and the other woman’s hands balled up into fists as she gripped the bedsheets. 

Momo could feel herself on the edge, her body tense and her breathing getting heavier. She was close, painfully close, and she could feel her cock throbbing in her hand. To her relief, Momo heard Jeongyeon’s breath hitch, her hips bucking into Momo’s hands. She sped up her movements, feeling Jeongyeon starting to cum in her hand. Her release coated her palm, the slick warmth making Momo feel impossibly closer. Jeongyeon was cumming beneath her, her moans making Momo whimper. Her movements sped up and she could feel Jeongyeon’s thighs start to tremble, but she was so close. Her fist wrapped around their tips, Jeongyeon leaking into her hand and coating her cock. 

Everything went white for a moment. It felt like Momo was outside of her body. Her jaw dropped as she came, her stomach tensing as ropes of cum shot onto Jeongyeon’s stomach for the second time. Her hand was still, her hips rutting into her fist slick as her cock slid against Jeongyeon’s. Her mind was empty, only able to focus on the pleasure that was overwhelming her body. She couldn’t tell if she was making any noise or not, her lungs burning from the force of her orgasm. It felt like her whole body was tingling when she finally came to her senses again. 

Momo rather unceremoniously rolled off of Jeongyeon’s lap and onto the bed. Her skin was sticky with sweat as she let her eyes close. Her face was burning, the tears had stopped, but she was so flushed that she felt feverish. She lay on the sheets spread out like a starfish as she started to catch her breath. Exhaustion started to tinge her thoughts, she couldn’t remember the last time she came that hard and it had taken almost all her energy. Momo lay with her eyes closed, starting to nod off until she felt a hand tapping her shoulder. She didn’t open her eyes, only perking up when she heard Jeongyeon’s voice. “Can I… can I have a tissue please?” 

Her eyes opened quickly and she bolted up in bed, Jeongyeon was still lying down both of their cum covering her stomach. She blushed at the sight and reached over to the box of tissues on the nightstand. After taking one she sat on her knees and reached down to wipe Jeongyeon clean. “Hey, I can do that it’s-“ 

Momo nodded quickly, “It’s okay I want to do it.” She paused for a moment to grab another tissue to put the dirty one inside. As she looked back to Jeongyeon, her eyes drifted down. Her cock was still standing up, stiff. She looked up at Jeongyeon, swallowing hard, “You’re still…”

The older woman blushed, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable. “It’s fine, it’ll go away. You're tired, I know you are."

Momo’s smiled at her, eyes soft and tinged with sleep. She reached down to intertwine her hand with Jeongyeon’s before looking up at her again. “Let me take care of it? It’s only fair.” She was tired, her body starting to feel heavy with sleep, but there was some kind of innate need that was lingering in her mind. There was something that made her want to please Jeongyeon, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle anything else, but Jeongyeon’s cock was still hard and more than tempting. 

She lifted Jeongyeon’s hand and raised it to her lips, pressing soft kisses on her knuckles. Jeongyeon looked up at her, watching her movements. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark with arousal. She swallowed hard before she spoke, “Please…” 

Momo kneeled down, placing one of her hands on the bed next to Jeongyeon’s, and hovered over her. She lowered herself and pressed their lips together. It was gentler now, their touch soft and almost reverent. Momo knew her lips were chapped, there was no way they weren’t after how loud she had gotten, but Jeongyeon kissed her without a care. It was soft, full of hunger, but still gentle. Momo pulled away, their lips separating with a soft and wet sound, before moving her lips down to Jeongyeon’s bare chest. 

The room was silent except for the wet sounds of Momo’s lips on Jeongyeon’s chest. She kissed her breasts, her hand making up for the lack of attention towards the other side, before taking a hardened nipple into her mouth. She held herself up with one hand and snaked another down Jeongyeon’s body to wrap her hand around her cock. Jeongyeon’s hips bucked into her palm as Momo licked and sucked at the bud in her mouth. She switched sides as she slowly started to move her hand up and down, wiping the precum from the tip with her thumb before stroking her hard length. Momo made a show out of it, moaning at the taste of Jeongyeon’s skin as she nipped and sucked. She flattened her tongue, licking messily and letting drool trickle from the corner of her mouth. 

The older woman’s cheeks were bright pink, her chest rising and falling quickly as she looked up at Momo. She disconnected her lips from her breast, a string of spit lewdly connecting them before it broke. Momo licked her lips, smiling as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She moved down, spreading Jeongyeon’s thighs before seating herself between them. She leaned down, nuzzling her cock and moaning at the feeling of her shaft pressed against her cheek. Jeongyeon’s breath caught in her throat as Momo finally put her mouth on her cock, licking up her length before pressing a kiss to her tip. She looked up, making eye contact as she pressed the tip against her tongue before taking her length into her mouth. 

Jeongyeon was thick in her hand, but it was different with her in her mouth. Momo was determined to put on a good show, the way her cock laid heavy on her tongue was addicting. Her eyes watered as she tried to take her cock down her throat, spurred on by the strangled moan spilling from Jeongyeon’s lips. She inhaled deeply through her nose, trying her best to relax her throat and take her as deep as she could. She stayed still for a moment, looking up at Jeongyeon before moving back up to suck on the tip. Jeongyeon’s brows were knit, her hands fisting the sheets clearly trying her best to keep her eyes open. The sight spurred Momo on more, reaching a hand to pump the length she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She repeated the motion, focusing on licking and sucking at the tip in her mouth as she pumped Jeongyeon’s cock. 

The visual of it all had Jeongyeon shaking, her thighs starting to shake softly as Momo mouthed at her length. Jeongyeon’s hips bucked in surprise, cursing softly as Momo mouthed at her balls softly before going back to suck on the head of her cock. Jeongyeon’s voice was shaky, “Fuck baby- so so good. I’m, fuck, I’m close.” 

Momo redoubled her efforts at that, feeling a fluttering in her stomach. She wanted it, she wanted Jeongyeon cumming in her mouth. She wanted to make a show out of it, open her mouth to show Jeongyeon her load in her mouth before swallowing it. Her hand moved up and down her cock, twisting as she licked at the swollen tip in her mouth. Her tongue traced the ridges, licking at the vein running down the underside. Jeongyeon’s hips bucked, cursing loudly, and forcing more of her length in Momo’s mouth. She gagged slightly, eyes watering as the length was forced down her throat. It was all she wanted, the taste of Jeongyeon’s cum on her tongue, the familiar heady taste spreading across her tongue. She moaned at the taste, the warmth pooling in her mouth as Jeongyeon moaned. Once it subsided she pulled her mouth off of Jeongyeon’s cock, her hand pumping slowly as she opened her mouth. Jeongyeon cursed, the word trembling, at the sight of her load in Momo’s mouth. She made a show of swallowing, sticking out her tongue again to show her before crawling up the bed to lay next to Jeongyeon. 

Jeongyeon was still breathing heavily when Momo laid down next to her. Her voice was shaky still, “Fuck, thank you, that was so good.” 

Momo preened at the praise, smiling softly. A small laugh left her lips, her voice feeling slightly hoarse as she spoke “God, I’m gonna have to shower again.” It was honestly the last thing on her mind, her body was still thrumming and she could start to feel how tired her body was.

Beside her, Jeongyeon sighed, “I should too, got messy.” Momo blushed at that, in the moment it was hot, but now it was just embarrassing. She turned on her side to face Momo, “Join me?” 

Momo nodded in agreement and sat up in bed, “Only a shower though, it might kill me if I go again.” 

The older woman sat up and started to gather her clothes laughing softly, “Sure, like you don’t like when it when I-“

Momo scrambled out of bed, playfully smacking Jeongyeon’s shoulder and effectively shutting her up. “ God, just get in the shower, we're both gross.” 

She paused at the doorway of the bathroom, stopping to grab her clothes from the ground. Jeongyeon pressed herself against her, wrapping her arms around her and pressing kisses onto her bare shoulders. It was tender and sweet until Jeongyeon stopped to whisper in her ear, “Remember the dinner I was talking about?” Momo barely could, the feeling of Jeongyeon’s breath warm and wet on her ear was rather distracting. “Wanna skip?” 

Momo laughed, her laughter bubbling in her chest before spilling from her lips. “To think you had the audacity to call me greedy.” She turned her head to the side, finding Jeongyeon trying to bury her face in her neck in embarrassment, “Don’t worry, we’re going and you’re buying me a drink.” 

Jeongyeon groaned into her neck before agreeing, pretending to pout as she slowly detached herself from Momo and stepped into the bathroom. All Momo could do was giggle, at the end of the day the woman was just like some overgrown puppy with all the confidence from earlier sublimating from her body. Momo joined her, turning the water on to warm before pulling Jeongyeon into a soft kiss.