genre: same timeline as mom!jihyo btw, jihyo is stressed out, they get into a bathtub, wlw, men dni
word count: 1,648
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you hear the keys jingling from just outside of your front door, and shortly after jihyo comes inside.
you can tell she’s exhausted, your eyebrows lifting slightly as you watch your wife make her way slowly to her favorite spot on the couch and collapse on it.
“you had a hard day?” you ask, despite the answer being written all over her face.
her eye bags are more noticeable now, her hair tied back in a messy bun, compared to the slick, straight hairstyle she left in this morning.
jihyo rubs her eyes, “it was phone call after phone call. then constant meetings, some of the departments don’t have annual reports ready, which only sets us back even further. i have deadlines i’m not even sure i’ll meet in time.”
you walk over to the couch, taking space next to her. “well, you’re home now, none of that is going anywhere. just take the next few days to do nothing.”
jihyo tilts her head at you, “i can’t y/n- i promised sunghoon we would take him to that new playground that we drove by a few weeks ago”
you shake your head, cutting her off, “don’t worry about it. my mom picked him up earlier, said she wanted to take him down to the beach this weekend, which he did not say no to.” you laugh softly.
she nods in response, “you need to relax, jihyo” you say quietly, reaching over placing your hands and her shoulders.
you begin to rub them slightly, working your fingers into her shoulder and neck, when jihyo moans in response.
she rolls her head to the side as you continue, you apply more pressure. and you physically feel the tension that’s been building up in her shoulders.
you push your thumbs back down the center of jihyo’s shoulder, “y/n…” her voice is breathy and full of satisfaction. you take your hands and bring them up her neck, quickly, pull the hair tie that’s holding her bun. letting it fall to the ground, you slid your hands into her hair, your nails scratching her scalp gently, jihyo leans into your touch.
you reach down pressing a kiss to jihyo’s ear, pulling away after.
“come here” you hear her say, before you know it you're sitting on her lap, kissing her softly. your hands make their way to the front of jihyo’s blouse and begin to unbutton it.
in between kisses, you pulled the shirt free from being tucked into her pants. then you undo her belt buckle, her pants get unbuttoned and unzipped.
when you both pull away, jihyo speaks up “y/n, i love this and i love you, but i am so tired-”
you shake your head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “it’s okay, i know, just let me take care of you, okay?”
jihyo raises an eyebrow before nodding, muttering a small “okay”
your palm cups her cheek, “wait here” you say softly.
you press a kiss softly to her lips, and quickly make your way to your bathroom. reaching the tub, you turn the knobs, waiting the water to reach just the right temperature before putting the stopper in. you looked in the cabinet underneath the sink, searching through the different products that sit there.
in the corner, you grab a dark blue bottle, it’s one that jihyo uses rarely, labeled “for relax and relief.” you pump the bottle a few times into the bathtub.
you watch the tub fill up slowly, some bubbles rising, the smell of the bottle filling the bathroom. you wait until the water reaches the appropriate height before shutting it off.
you return to the living room to find jihyo reclining against the back of the catch, her hand running through her hair.
you walk in front of her, reaching your hand out towards her. jihyo grabs your fingers softly, “come, i made you a bath”
her hand squeezes yours slightly, “a bath?” she replies
“yes, come on, before it gets cold.” jihyo lifts herself off the couch, allowing you to pull her to the bathroom. you reach your bathroom in seconds, “take your clothes off” you whisper to jihyo, turning around, you quickly grab some candles that you have as well, lighting them to avoid using the bright lights.
you hear water splashing slightly, turning off the main lights, you turn back to jihyo, who’s sitting in the tub and smiling softly at you.
“join me?” she asks, you begin to shake your head, “please y/n” she says again, softer.
you begin to take your clothes off, feeling your wife’s appreciative gaze on you. stepping into the warm bath, settling behind jihyo.
you’re leaning against the back of the tub and jihyo’s in between your legs, her back resting against your chest.
“relax,” you say quietly. you grab jihyo’s loofah, and dip it into the water. you apply some lavender scented body wash onto it, and then begin to gently rub it on the back of her shoulders in circles.
she sighs deeply, as you continue to her shoulders and then down to her chest. she relaxes in your embrace, allowing herself to be scrubbed clean.
you run the loofah over her stomach, sides, and as far as you could to his hips. you nudge jihyo to lean slightly forward so that you’re able to scrub her back.
you place the loofah back on the ledge of the bathtub, cupping your hands with some water, you start to wash away the soap. your hands following the similar path as before. jihyo was practically melting into you. her breathing was soft, yet deep. it was an indication for you to continue what you were doing.
your hands made their way over to jihyo’s chest again, one hand cupping her breast, the other running your thumb over her nipple.
“y/n” she whimpers, turning her head and pushing her nose along your jawline. your hands remain on her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, teasing her hardened nipples. jihyo’s breathing increases, but she doesn’t move, she keeps her head rested on your shoulder.
your hands move slowly to her back and rinse away any remaining soap. your hands linger neat her shoulders, you see the muscles laced with tension that’s been building. you apply pressure to the area, your hands in a constant motion of up and down. and you also can’t help but smile as jihyo inhales out of pleasure when you rub the right spot.
you kiss her wet shoulder softly, “my wife needs to learn to relax”
jihyo leans back into your chest, her eyes are shut now, “maybe my wife can help me?”
your hands make their way around her waist, your fingers tracing her soft skin. and your hands make their way up her breasts, cupping them.
you feel jihyo’s gaze and when you make eye contact, she reaches out and places a kiss on your lips.
you exhale into the feeling, as she turns her body slightly to make the position more comfortable. your fingers wander to her nipples, circling around it as jihyo deepens the kiss.
you break the kiss, and she leans back, pressing deeper into you, you watch as she spreads her legs slightly.
“y/n…” she says, softly. you place a kiss on her shoulder, then to her neck.
your right hand makes its way back down to her stomach, then between her thighs. your left hand remains on her breast.
jihyo throws her head back and lets out a moan. she grabs the edge of the bathtub to steady herself as you keep giving more and more.
you tease her already hardened nipples with your thumb, your hand had reached her clit, drawing circles around there too. when she starts to raise her hips into your hand, your fingers are inside of her.
jihyo tilts her head to the side, “y/n” her breath hitches. her legs begin to tremble as you continue to move your fingers, she lets out more moans, the water from the tub splashing everywhere.
you watch her face as she reaches her climax, then you turn her head and place a quick, yet sloppy kiss on her lips. when you pull apart, you let her fall back into relaxation, her hands no longer gripping the edge of the bathtub. you wait until her breath evens out again.
you tuck her damp hair behind her ear, “let me get you a towel.” jihyo nods in response, leaning up, you get out and get a towel for jihyo and yourself.
when you return, jihyo kisses you softly, before taking the towel and wrapping it around her figure, “thank you, y/n” she whispers, a relaxed smile on her face.
you return the kiss, watching as jihyo makes her way into your shared closet.
you dry yourself rather quickly, wrapping it around your body, you blow out the candle and remove the plug from the bathtub.
you enter your closet as well, picking whatever shirt and shorts are there for you to sleep in.
after getting dressed, you walk into your bedroom to find jihyo laying on the bed.
“i thought you were right behind me” she says, you’re at the edge of the bed, and you get on, crawling your way up her body. pausing to kiss her thigh, her hand, and finally her lips. “god i love you” jihyo smiles into your lips when you begin to pull away.
you giggle at her comment, and you lay right next to jihyo, wrapping your leg around her, her hand finding itself resting on your thigh. “do you at least feel more relaxed?”
“mhm” she says in response. you simply tighten your arm around her.
and when it’s silent, “i thought about giving you a massage too” you say.
content. fluff, short smut. fem! reader. girlfriend! hyo. bottom! hyo. idiots in love. older! hyo. teasing. dates. mentioned twice members. broken english jihyo. strap-ons.
a/n. hellooo. no this does not mean that i’m back, im doing better but not entirely at the place where I want to be just yet, but I did have this little idea and wanted to post it. as of now, inbox is open, thank you <3
"hey, sorry I'm late!"
as she slips into the seat ahead of you, any complaint dies on your tongue. she's breathtaking - park jihyo always is. her hair is swooped into a simple half up, half down style, and she still has remnants of her stage makeup for the night. a glossy shine to her lips, mascara and eyeshadow against her tired eyes that still sparkled for you. her clothing was simple and that's all it had to be, hugging her figure right while still keeping her comfortable.
softly, you whispered. "...'s all good, no worries. i'm glad you made it."
her nose crinkled with a soft smile, as she glanced down at the menu ahead of her. "Italian food?" she spoke with a slight lilt to her tone. her English had subtly been improving while she was on tour. "what'd you get?"
"I haven't ordered yet," comes your response, though it's half distracted as you continue to stare in awe of her. "..."
jihyo glances up at your slight silence, a warm color blossoming instantly on her cheeks. god - it was gorgeous on her complexion. why was she so damn beautiful?
"what? I have something on my face?"
"no, no," you chuckled faintly. "you just-... you look gorgeous tonight."
her head dips in that shy way it always did when receiving a compliment, hair slightly moving and making the sequence all the more appealing. softly, her gaze flicked back to you, and then away again. "...thank you, jagi."
"you're welcome. have they been trying new makeup on you guys?"
another soft nod on her end. "yes, different artists."
"ah," your turn to nod. "you should keep this one."
she ducks again, slightly hiding behind her menu. it's endearing and attractive all at once, and you nip your bottom lip - eyes falling to your own menu which you raise up to peek through. a comfortable silence drifts between the two of you, and in it you find yourself looking back to her again. tracing the subtle curve of her jaw. the way her eyes flit across the menu. the small flush still lingering on her cheeks, some traveling up her neck. god- her neck. the one that led to that sharp jawline...
you clear your throat, setting your menu down. "I think i'm ready to order, you?"
jihyo smiles - slightly gummy as she flashes her pretty teeth.
damn, is everything pretty about her?
"mhm, ready."
-
a small shiver as she pressed against you.
jihyo still wasn't quite used to the chill of the states, so you did your best to keep her warm. a hand around the waist pressing her body perfectly into yours, a small kiss dropped on her head here and there. she was shorter than you, the perfect height in your eyes.
for being such a powerful leader, she was so damn small.
curling into you. her hand smaller than yours and clutching softly at the back of your jacket. the wind swept her hair slightly and she was gorgeous all again, looking around a world she'd never really known.
"you're beautiful," you reiterate again, tracing your thumb along her waist. "...really, you're beautiful.."
jihyo flushes all at once again, pressing her face to your chest as you come to a stop. softly, she looks up at you. "why saying all this? all these... compliments?"
"because you ought to know," you chuckle, tracing her cheek softly wth your free hand. "and I also missed you."
with jihyo being an idol and you living in the states, it was hard to see each other - but you made it work. you were only a few months into your relationship, and when you'd gotten together the poor woman was fumbling over words and stressing about the gap between the two of you (distance, language and age) - and now she stood pressed against you like a tiny kitten, looking up at you with those big, round, trusting eyes, clutching onto you like at any moment the wind might blow you away.
and still - she looked completely and utterly beautiful. you didn't even know how you managed to land someone sculpted so perfectly. easing down, your lips brushed hers - she shivers on the spot, pressing up and connecting the two of you. she was never much for PDA, but somehow you were always an exception for everything. she'd never been with a woman, but here she was. never had a big age gap, but here she was. never imagined herself so happy with a foreigner... and here she was, feeling waves of euphoria through her body.
pulling back, she thumbed your jacket. "will you come to hotel..?"
and reluctantly, you nod.
-
"m-mph.."
and your most beautiful sight of all.
the side of jihyo's face was pressed against the pillows, a heavy flush on her cheeks, neck, and joints as you held on of her hands behind her back, the other loosely holding the headboard. her back was entirely empty, a warm tan highlighting it's arch all the way to the curve of her ass - and you held on softly to one hip, driving the strap-on in and out of her softly.
she groaned, weakling clutching the headboard at the feeling of being stretched - of having you pushing adamantly in and out of her. she loved these moments, becoming yours entirely, feeling the tip of the faux cock brush her cervix with each shallow thrust.
and you always took your time.
leaning and dotting kisses along her neck and the expanse of that golden back.
rubbing and gripping her hips.
"feeling good, baby?"
god - and checking up on her.
she whimpered, nodding. "s-so good..mh..jagi..."
her little moans were so shy and cute, English heavily accented when she was aroused. she'd be all dominant on stage, just to crumble in your sheets like a puppy, whining and begging for more.
jihyo's hand weakly slipped down from the headboard, clutching at the sheets as she slightly clenched around you, signalling her impending orgasm. nothing this, you tugged out and flipped her on her tummy, easing back in and leaning down to connect her in a kiss as your cock slid in and out of her - a soft bulge in her tummy. she groaned into the kiss, arms loosely wrapping around your neck.
your hips pumped nice and slow against her, and when she broke the kiss to whine, you attacked her neck in soft kisses - no visible marks so the make up artists didn't have to struggle as much.
"..'m close," whimpered the brunette, hair spread out like a halo. "a-ah..please, jagi.."
"shh," you whispered, leaning up and diving your hips back and forth. "you can cum, baby, you can..come on.."
another soft whine. her body tenses, and you bite your lip at the sight, slamming in a final time and watching her fall apart - body tensing all the way and trembling through her orgasm. your hips stutter, easing in and out of her tighter cunt, gently tugging out after a bit and tossing the strap-on aside.
then you lean, peppering kisses across her panting face. "good girl...good girl, you did so well.."
If you are still talking requests, could you write something with Jihyo who’s older CEO vibe and she doesn’t know how to show affection well so she slowly keeps buying you more and bigger stuff and you’re like I don’t need this I just need you 😂
Jihyo only knows how to apologize with luxury and one thing you want can’t be delivered in a box ⋆˚꩜｡
Jihyo doesn’t miss dates because she doesn’t care.
She misses them because she cares too much about not letting everything fall apart.
Her company is always one deal away from either being worth billions or being torn apart by people who smile too nicely. She holds an empire together with handshakes, boardrooms, and eyes that never get enough sleep.
And then there’s you.
The one person who doesn’t want anything from her.
Which somehow makes you the hardest thing to keep.
You and Jihyo had planned dinner.
Nothing fancy.
Just a restaurant you like.
A tiny window seat.
Maybe walking home together after.
She promised she’d be there.
Again.
So you sit at the table anyway.
The restaurant plays soft music. Candlelight flickers. Other couples laugh gently around you.
You check your phone.
6:07 PM
No messages.
6:15 PM
Still nothing.
You don’t look angry.
Just tired.
By 6:32 PM, your phone lights up.
Jihyo: Baby girl, I’m so sorry
Another bubble appears.
Jihyo: They pulled me into another meeting
The typing stops.
Then starts again.
Jihyo: I don’t think I can make it :(
You stare at the screen longer than you should.
Y/N: It’s okay :)
It always is.
The smiley face is a lie, but not a spiteful one. More automatic. The kind you send when you don’t want someone to feel guilty.
You sit there another 5 minutes.
Then you pay.
Then you go home.
Jihyo comes in long after midnight.
She’s tired in a way sleep won’t fix.
Her blazer is still on. Her heels are in her hand instead of on her feet. Her hair is looser than it was this morning. Her eyes soften the second she sees you on the couch.
“You’re still awake,” she murmurs.
You shrug.
She steps closer uncertainly, like she’s afraid she forfeited the right to be near you.
“I tried to leave,” she tells you quietly. “But the investors wouldn’t stop talking and then the board called and—”
“I know,” you say gently.
She searches your face.
Not for anger.
For permission.
“I ordered something for you,” she blurts.
You blink. “What?”
“You’ll see tomorrow,” she says quickly. “From Milan.”
You laugh despite yourself. “Jihyo…”
Her shoulders relax — just a little — at the sound of her name like that.
“I just…” She rubs the back of her neck. “I wanted to make it up to you.”
“You don’t have to buy me things every time you’re busy,” you tell her softly.
She freezes.
“What?”
You stand and cross the distance between you. Take her hand into both of yours.
“I don’t need apologies with price tags,” you whisper. “I just need you.”
For a second she looks lost.
Completely lost.
Feelings are easier when they’re shaped like boxes.
When they come wrapped in silk with receipts inside.
When you can quantify care in designer labels and delivery times.
But this?
This is just you.
Standing there.
Asking for her.
And Jihyo has never been good with things she can’t control.
The next morning, 2 assistants knock on your door.
With garment bags.
And boxes.
And a phone call from Jihyo.
“Did they get there?” she asks anxiously.
“Yes,” you laugh a little. “Half of Paris did.”
“Open them,” she urges. “Please.”
Inside is a dress so beautiful your breath catches.
Perfect lines.
Soft fabric.
Luxury written into every stitch.
“I thought maybe you’d wear it the next time we go out,” she says, hesitant. “Since I ruined the first one.”
You close your eyes.
This is exactly the problem.
It keeps happening.
Next time you miss brunch — shoes arrive.
Next time you eat alone — flowers.
Next time she cancels movie night — a bag, a scarf, jewelry.
It’s like her guilt translates only into gifts.
And one day, weeks later — It finally cracks.
You come home to a small velvet box waiting on your pillow.
A necklace.
Simple.
Elegant.
Quietly expensive.
There’s a note: For being patient with me when I don’t deserve it.
That night, she comes home late again.
Drops her keys.
Loosens her tie.
And freezes when she sees you sitting at the edge of the bed.
Not smiling.
Not angry.
Just steady.
She knows something’s wrong immediately.
“Did you not like it?” she asks.
You don’t answer.
You stand instead.
And walk right up to her.
Jihyo braces herself like she expects a fight.
You unclip the necklace.
Place it gently in her palm.
“I don’t want another apology in gold,” you tell her quietly.
Her brow furrows.
“What…?”
“I don’t want Milan,” you continue. “I don’t want Paris. I don’t want presents every time you disappear.”
Her heart drops.
“I just want you to come home,” you whisper.
“Even late, tired, quiet. I just want you.”
Her hand tightens around the necklace.
You’ve never seen her this uncertain before.
The woman who owns conference rooms.
The woman who never breaks eye contact.
Now staring at you like she doesn’t know how to move.
“I don’t know how to love you correctly,” she admits at last.
Soft.
Bare.
Unedited.
“I was never taught how to stay,” she says. “Only how to provide.”
Your throat tightens.
You step closer.
“Then learn,” you whisper.
She exhales shakily.
For the first time, she doesn’t reach for her phone.
Doesn’t offer money.
She pulls you into her arms.
Clumsily.
Tightly.
Like she doesn’t trust the world not to steal you when she’s not looking.
Wow that Sana fic was beautifully written, from the wordings to emotions wth?! Def found another great Twice author! I’m not sure if you write just for Sana, or for other members too, but hear me out on this request: Jihyo x f!reader enemies to lovers (or just like thick thick tension between Jihyo and reader) w/ some smut at the end? Thank youuu
|| a drag path etched on the surface as evidence
lawyer!park jihyo x lawyerfem!reader ; angst, eventual fluff/ smut
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synopsis: enemies to lovers au (kind of enemies). two well-known lawyers from rival firms ends up on the same case. tension has always been high between the two firms, especially between park jihyo and you. the forced proximity soon becomes something else.
tw// content: divorce// fingering, slight dirty talk, possessive nature, reader's a fucking tease until it comes back biting her ass
a/n: first anon request!!! thank you again for your lovely words, mwah mwah!! fyi,, i am not at all well-versed in the world of law or writing smut, so pls excuse all the fictional information...it's basically just hot women arguing with each other + tension...and they're also both switches, your honor, though jihyo's kind of subby ngl...not proofread, cos im lazy
wc: 4.4k
it’s been weeks since you accepted the case. weeks since you’ve started living off mediocre coffee from the coffee machine in the lounge room of the law firm. weeks since you've been cooped up in your office, your coworkers checking in from time to time. and weeks since you’ve found out that your petitioner’s lawyer is park jihyo. stone-cold face, confident aura, and stern eyes, one of the best-known lawyers in south korea at one of the most sought-after law firms in the country, TDOONG.
tension has always sparked between your law firm, TTT, and hers. they both didn’t have the best lawyers for nothing, living up to their missions and values.
you knew jihyo since the start of your law path. going to the same law school, having similar classes together, to graduating the same year (a year earlier than your peers), you two became the youngest lawyers in south korea, exemplary of young, passionate scholars.
you've never really crossed paths to be known as friends, rather distant acquaintances. it wasn't often you had competition, though you wouldn't even call it that. time to time, it was nice to get a rile out of jihyo here and there, the girl too hyper-focused and serious for her own good, that you were constantly left wondering if she has humor in her at all.
you'd also have to honestly admit, park jihyo was is a stunner. her gentle look, yet sharp features, from cheekbones to jawline, one couldn't help but stare and gawk if they were to walk past the park jihyo. posture always straight, muscles taut and defined in ways that greek sculptures were envious (you knew because you saw her at the university's gym almost every day, and no, you didn't lift, opting for something less intimidating, pilates).
and now, as you both are in rival firms, it's easier to get a reaction out of her, no matter how composed she is.
the case you picked up on isn’t anything gruesome; it was more conflicting, heartfelt, and personal…especially personal. it revolves around two parents going through the process of divorce, each is likely to get 50/50 custody of their eight-year-old daughter, hyejoo. but here is where the facts get ugly: the mother got a job offer to vancouver, canada, wanting to take her daughter with her, but the father, an elementary school teacher who is deeply rooted in his community, also wants his daughter to stay back.
it brings back memories of you being in a similar situation as a six-year-old girl holding your father’s hand as your mother steps her foot through the threshold of the door, not even daring to look back. the line she had crossed had created a vast distance between two worlds, one where you’ll never get to be in.
but she chose to leave. whereas hyejoo's mother wants to take her daughter with her.
it stung, to this day. you remembered blaming yourself over it, that you were the reason it all happened in the first place. then you started to get angry. why would your mother leave? why did she choose to leave?
it created a hollow hole in your heart, one where it took years to mend and uphold itself. you were left alone on days when mothers were suppose to come to their children’s classroom. left alone when you gave a speech about your mother in front of the class, but she was already on the other side of the world — as if you were playing the game of telephone, waiting for her reply.
nonetheless, here you are, rereading the case for the umpteenth time. your eyes bore through the thick documents of backgrounds, financial stability, and health. it didn’t help that you were on your eighth cup of coffee in the last hour, being the last one to leave your firm.
tomorrow was the first hearing, and for the first time, you felt nervous to the core. seeing that you won’t be able to focus anymore in your office, you made the decision to pack up and go back to your apartment. perhaps the different setting will allow you to focus more.
having already skipped lunch, skipping dinner would do you no good, especially when you need energy for the next day. you sighed, a big headache was already creeping its way though the crevices as you drove to a nearby convenience store.
upon pushing the door into the store, you falter for a quick second, seeing a rather familiar woman turning to leave.
“park,” you nod in acknowledgement.
the woman’s eyes scan up from her phone, gaze as always, piercing and sharp.
“l/n. a pleasure meeting you here.” jihyo nods back at you before walking past you to leave.
“let’s not act as if we’re strangers, jihyo. our confinement in court will not allow such.”
your comment makes jihyo turn around, a small scowl forming on her face. “let’s worry about our own side, hm?”
and gone she was before you could push out a reply. your headache is now pounding against the walls of your head, seeking for breakage.
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the atmosphere being tense would be an understatement. the air was suffocating, people shifting around in their seats, the chairs creaking every once in a while. there were more people here than usual; it was a rare occurrence to see TDOONG’s and TTT’s lawyers in the same room. rivalry felt more like bloodshed than just mere competition over who’s better.
your client sits next to you, his right leg shaking with anxiety, hands folded in his lap, with his thumb rubbing over each other for comfort. his ring finger, although without the ring, still had a tan line, a faint indentation still visible from years of wearing it. the mark serves as a reminder of what was, what is, and what never will be.
across from you, jihyo was dressed in a black tailored suit, hair tied back with not one loose strand in sight. she looked polished from head to toe, standing at the opposing table as if she were born there.
after the initial swearing in of the jury and announcement: jihyo for the petitioner, you for the respondent, the trial began.
jihyo steps forward.
"your honor. my client, kim sejoo, has received a phenomenal job offer in vancouver, canada, with pay twice higher than what she is making now. the relocation with her daughter will substantially allow her to take care of herself and her child. educational opportunities for kim hyejoo will not be scarce, as well as long-term financial stability. my client proposes summer and holiday breaks of hyejoo at her father's."
professional. efficient. straight-to-the-point. jihyo's gaze shifts between her client and yours, but never at you directly.
the judge nods his head towards you.
"your honor. the child is young and still in elementary school. my client, kim daeseok, has worked at the school for years. their relationship is a close father-and-daughter bond; not something occasional, but daily. relocation would be devastating, not only for the father, but for hyejoo as well."
jihyo's voice remains steady, calm, as she counters, "with respect, geography is not the only factor that determines stability. the mother is not seeking to cut off contact. she is seeking to improve her child's future." finally looking over at you, her eyes pierce through, unwavering.
"by removing her from everything she knows? stability isn't only financial. children do not measure love in salary brackets."
you saw her hand twitch slightly on the pen she was holding. the movement was so small that one could've missed it, but not you.
jackpot.
"it serves her future," voice cool, hitting all the surfaces of the room, "broader opportunities. her mother would do much better than struggling here."
you lean forward slightly. "and what about hyejoo's present? the school she loves? the peers she'd made? the atmosphere, the culture, and the community she's grown up in?"
even from a distance, you can see jihyo's jaw tightening, but her voice continues to stay even as she responds, "children adapt."
tension can be felt trying to push through the barriers that it's been bound in, where it's been building up, overflowing; a dam ready for its collapse.
absurd, you thought. your mind flashes back to the little girl crying her eyes out, not truly understanding the situation she was placed in. spending time with her dad on mother's day, presenting a poem for mothers when hers wasn't even in the crowd, drawing pictures of just her and her dad, the place where her mother was supposed to be — used to be —was left blank. the negative space taking up so much of the space, the whiteness so blinding, she felt compelled to add something just to stop the brightness. in the end, she just left it blank, just like how her mother chose to leave her.
children don't adapt.
"children endure." a clean cut. no sharpening tools were needed to be present to know how sharp and precise the cut was.
the dam broke, water rushing uncontrollably, and it's taking you with it.
the judge calls for a brief recess.
—
you let out a loud exhale as you make your way to the vending machine, desperately needing something to calm the strong currents in your mind. as you bend down to reach for the drink, you hear heels taking swift steps, louder as they get nearer. before getting the chance to look over, you hear her voice.
"you argued like sejoo is abandoning her daughter." arms rested at her sides, but you can tell she's fighting the urge to cross them.
"no hi, hello, how are you? i thought better of you, park." you huff out. jihyo doesn't answer you. rather, she stands, waiting for you to reply to her prior statement. what a stubborn woman. she isn't as easy to get a pick at as she used to. you realized that now, she had changed, too.
you sigh, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of your nose. "look, i see where you and your client are coming from, but you've got to understand about my client's circumstances, too. he loves hyejoo just as much as sejoo loves her. but he's trying to stay, while she's ready to scoop up her daughter to the other side of the world...it's not fair. calls do not replace presence."
jihyo stares at you, arms giving up on its side, now crossing, fingers tapping impatiently.
"you take these personally, l/n?"
you stare back at her, just as intently.
"only when they matter."
she watches you a second longer than needed before glancing at her watch and turning back towards the courtroom.
—
people shuffle back in, anticipation at the tip, ready to pierce the iceberg.
the back and forth continues, both of you waiting for the other to break.
from the corner of your eyes, you can see daeseok's hands trembling, fingers lightly scratching at the line on his ring finger, his teeth gnawing his lower lip, picking at the dry skin.
"my client simply refuses to become a visitor in his daughter's life."
the refute comes in just as easily, "and my client refuses to stagnate because her ex-husband is comfortable."
you can see jihyo taking a small breath in before proceeding, "your honor, we ask that the court preserve the status quo pending a full evidentiary hearing."
silence hits the room once again. arrangements of papers can be heard from the judge shuffling through them. he looks over his glasses before clearing his throat,
"the court will maintain the current 50/50 arrangement. the child shall not be removed from the jurisdiction until further hearings. mediation is ordered. an evidentiary hearing will be set for december 3rd."
the gavel strikes down, deafening. you peer over at jihyo, who happens to look right back at you, once again, with that stern look on her face.
—
you gather yourself up from your side of the table, piling up folders of documents and notes. briefly discussing the next steps, you shook hands with your client before he had to excuse himself for a school meeting.
loosening your tie and unbuttoning your blazer, your eyes can't help but wander to jihyo's side. she's still talking to her client, one of her hands placed on the mother's shoulder, most likely offering comfort.
you could tell: jihyo was here to win, to conquer, to live up to the name that TDOONG holds itself. and nothing was going to stop that.
finally averting your gaze, you swiftly pack up the rest of your materials into your briefcase and put on your coat. the air is lighter outside than in the courtroom, as if you finally emerged from the water that was drowning you earlier.
taking out your phone from your pocket, you turned off do not disturb for the time being, checking the notifications you've missed. you absentmindedly scroll through the work emails, huffing out a small laugh at the work group chat — one of your coworkers, sana, accidentally sent a message to the wrong group, and mina reprimanding her in the process saying how it is unprofessional (though, it doesn't really matter since you're all great colleagues and friends outside of work, anyway. mina's just doing it for the sake of a reminder, just in case this happens in a professional setting, but not of malice otherwise).
however, after getting through most of it, your thumb hovers over a specific notification, or rather, a chain of notifications in your messages. multiple text messages from an unknown number were sent:
unknown number:
hey, y/n.
unknown number:
it's mom.
i know you have many questions on why i'm reaching out to you or how i know your number.
unknown number:
i am back in seoul for a little while. if you could give me a chance of your time, even just for a little bit, i would love to have a chat with you over coffee.
let me know.
you dropped your phone in disbelief. what the hell? a time zone difference, a stretch of vast oceans, an abstract concept, a blank space on white paper. a mere memory hard to forget. your turmoil starts to build up. god, you desperately need a break.
before even having time to compose yourself and pick up your phone, ready to reread those messages, hoping your eyes are not deceiving you from having your head in piles of papers for so long, you hear the same clack of heels right behind you.
a slight whiff of the cinnamon citrus perfume has you knowing that it is no other than park jihyo.
you don't realize you've stopped breathing until —
"l/n." you close your eyes for a brief second, emotions overexhausted as your throat feels like it's constricting itself.
breathe. breathe. breathe.
exhaling shakily, you bend down to pick up your phone from the ground and turn around to face jihyo.
jihyo stands a few steps behind you, still looking as pristine as when you first saw her in the courtroom. though now, you can see the faint lines of eye bags under the light. she looks much softer than before, her shoulders slightly drooping and more relaxed, tired.
"you forgot this." in her hand was your pen, a specialized one with your name engraved on it, a gift from mina for your two-year anniversary at the law firm.
reaching out to grab it, you try your best to keep your hand from shaking, "thank you. i owe you one." however, from the light furrow of her brows, you knew she saw.
"are you alright?"
"i'm fine," you answer a bit too fast, making jihyo inhale sharply, "you know, just the seoul weather creeping up. it's a bit chillier than i expected," you lightly force out a laugh.
her eyes roam around your faces, not intimately nor deeply, but enough to have you shrink back, suddenly feeling vulnerable under the lampposts adorning the front of the courthouse.
"will this affect mediation?" of course, it's not park jihyo if it doesn't involve work.
"no, it will not," your jaw tightens involuntarily. you realized she saw through it all.
" i'd appreciate a copy of any supplemental affidavits you intend to file prior to mediation," she continues, eyes narrowing, "everyone's time is wasted on ambush tactics."
you scoff lightly, "you don't give me enough credit, park. i prefer winning cleanly."
another notification comes through in the midst of it all. lifting your phone to get a preview, the light cutting through:
unknown number:
i know i hurt you. you can ignore this if you wish to.
your vision blurs for a second, your ears start to ring, until you realize you can't break down right now, especially not in front of jihyo.
"l/n," her voice comes through, gentler this time, "you're shaking."
you hadn't noticed. too busy focusing on too many things at once.
straightening up immediately, slipping your phone in your coat pocket.
"it's nothing. i'm fine."
"that wasn't a question."
"jihyo-" irritation starts creeping up. your defensive instinct kicks in, "you don't need to interrogate me outside of the courtroom, too. what happened to worrying about our own side?"
"i don't want you to bring whatever this is into mediation. i have eyes, i'm not blind. i can tell this case is draining you..." she pauses for a quick second, "...personally. i need you present and clear, y/n."
you realized now that you weren't attacking her client or protecting yours. rather, you've been protecting a version of yourself that you've long hidden away, suppressed.
your gaze softens. her voice grounded you as the breeze picked up, blowing her hair lightly, and for once, she was not only polished but infuriatingly beautiful.
"finally calling me by my first name, park?"
if it wasn't for the light shining down directly on her face, you would've missed the slight blush creeping up on her cheeks.
you giggle as she tries to blubber out an answer, finally seeing a side you've rarely seen her adorning in: relaxed, calm, and lost for words. confidence wavering, fingers gripping her coat sleeves, a total 180 from when you both were in the courtroom.
saving her from further embarrassment, you ask, "coffee? for bringing my pen to me. and no, not coffee here, perhaps a cafe."
her eyes widen in surprise, looking at her watch on her wrist before looking back at you, "yeah, coffee sounds good," exhaling softly.
"not bad, park. i'd thought you'd decline," smiling satisfactorily, you walk off. without glancing back, you continued over your shoulder, "i'll text you the address. i'm sure you still have my contacts saved, yeah?"
"n-no, i do not!" hearing jihyo walk the opposite direction to her car answers your question, making you laugh out loud.
you can’t fix something that was never broken, just something that stopped existing.
that's right. your mother stopped existing in your world. and the only way to keep it whole is to leave it that way.
—
the evidentiary hearing happened a few weeks later. park jihyo as calculated as ever. firm. steadfast, and charming. her questions were concise and succinct, with not one falter in sight.
however, at one point near the closing of the hearing, jihyo saw it. your emotions were piling up from their existence, like a volcano—a rendezvous leading to unmitigated friction, collision, and then an eruption.
the ruling of the verdict came two weeks later.
the judge began, "the court finds that both parents have demonstrated deep commitment to the child," a pause, "however, the court concludes that the relocation request is made in good faith and offers significant financial opportunity after reviewing the evidence presented."
you inhaled, already knew what was coming next.
"the petition to relocate is granted."
from your peripheral, you can feel the father exhaling raggedly next to you. across, you see visibly see the mother's shoulders relaxing in relief.
the judge proceeded with the order, outlining extended summer visitation rights for the father, alternating holiday arrangements — travel expenses to be shared, and daily video contact between the child and the father.
once the hearing ended, you shook hands with your client and arranged a time for further information on moving forward with the relocation.
upon packing up, you sense her presence before you could even look up,
"you argued well, l/n."
"likewise, park." making eye contact with her, you can see that she was deep in thought.
"coffee? my treat this time."
you smile, nodding your head.
you've come to terms that park jihyo is not just a stubborn woman, but also free, bold, and a bit mischievous.
—
you also learn that yes, park jihyo is in fact humorous, way more than you expected. your conversations flow easily, from work, to family, to your own past.
too easily that irregular coffee ask becomes weekly, to soon becoming dinners.
until now, barely getting used to the darkness of jihyo's flat, before you find yourself pushed against the front door by toned arms, hungry lips finding yours like a tsunami, rushing and pushing. her lips start descending down to your neck — biting, sucking, licking, soothing — while her fingers start unbuttoning your work blazer, then your work blouse.
"fuck—! j-jihyo! not there, i— got a case in t-two days."
"you have a beautiful woman on you right now, who's about to give you the best orgasm of your life, and you're worried about some damn case right now?" jihyo growls. the noise sends a shock down your spine straight to your core, ruining your panties.
you hated losing, especially when it comes to jihyo.
"i'm going to give you the best orgasm of your life." jihyo whimpers at your voice, her mouth gravitates back towards your neck as if it's meant to be there. "let me. you did win the case between us after all. treat it as an award from me to you, yea?"
you both shuffle into the bedroom, a trail of clothes left behind like a quiet confession in its wake.
jihyo lands first on the bed with you between her legs, her elbows holding her up, one of her hands coming up to comb her hair back.
"show me what you got, l/n," licking her lips afterwards.
saying nothing, you dive in for a kiss — wet and dirty — teeth clashing, tongues exploring all the ridges and linings.
jihyo lets out a loud gasp when her bra gets discarded easily, the cool air hitting her chest instantly. your hands start grabbing and pinching each nipple. moving your head down to her neck, you start nipping, biting down harshly at one of her pulse points, eliciting a loud whine.
"you're already so sensitive, and all i've done is touch you."
"s-shut up!"
you take one of her nipples in your mouth, while one of your hands occupies the other, index and thumb pinching, pulling, and rolling, the other faintly scratching her abs. you enjoy all the noises that come out of jihyo, knowing you're the only one who can make her like this.
leaning back with an audible pop, you smirk down at jihyo: unprofessional, messy, disheveled, and incredibly wet, if the dark, wet patch on her underwear is anything to go by.
finally going towards where she wants you, you take the hem of her panties between your teeth and pull downwards, all while she stares right back at you, eyes half-lidded, chest heaving heavily.
successfully removing the last piece of clothing, you can't help but stare, mouth watering at the sight.
"s-stop staring-" her voice cuts off with a sharp inhale. your right hand trails lightly from her knee to her inner thigh, to finally touch her cunt, index and middle fingers lazily sliding up and down, mesmerized by the sight.
"and stop t-teasing—fuck!" a loud whine rips through as you push in a finger without warning. her folds enveloping you easily, as if she were a mold made perfectly for you.
"you're so fucking loud and whiny, hyo. you don't want to wake up your neighbors now, do you?" your finger slowly roams around, exploring, rubbing, feeling the bumps and ridges.
"f-fuck you!"
you laugh lowly, "i am, pretty. fucking you, i mean," you add another finger, hearing another loud moan, her eyes glued shut, hands pulling the sheets tightly towards her. you take your time, pulling your fingers out slowly before pushing them back in quickly, the squelching sound embarrassingly echoes. a particular hard thrust right at the spot makes her wail.
"tsk, do you want everyone to hear how improper you are? just. so. improper. and. tight." each word punctuated with a thrust. your free hand goes to her clit, thumb rubbing circles carelessly, earning another moan that you happily drown in.
"all for me right, hyo?" fingers pushing deep and up towards that one spot repeatedly, having already know what makes park jihyo break.
"mm," jihyo tries, "a-all, shit—all for you! only you, fuck!" you smirk proudly, adding another finger into the mess, as well as more pressure on her clit. the slippery mess spreads all over her inner thighs, dripping gorgeously onto your wrist.
"please, 'm close." you feel her clenching tightly with every thrust. leaning down, you leave sloppily wet kisses at every expanse of her skin, smooth and free, all for you to mark. nosing your way up to her ear, you bit down before rasping out,
"come for me, pretty girl." a whimper turn moan breaks through, loud and throaty, enough for you to know that her neighbors will, in fact, come knocking at the door tomorrow. jihyo shudders against you as you help her ride out her orgasm, fingers still pushing in and out. the wetness pools on the sheet, surely spreading everywhere. what a pretty mess.
feeling jihyo squirm a bit, you pull out gently, earning a whimper.
shamelessly wiping your hands on the sheets, you give her temple a kiss, before moving down for a deep kiss, less teeth and tongue, more feelings and passion. you pull away slowly, a string of spit trailing between both of you. you stutter for a second, seeing a dangerous glint in jihyo's eyes.
"think you can refute that, hyo? what happened to that running mouth of yours, baby?" looking down at her, breathlessly beautiful and sprawled out for you. you slowly sink closer again, lightly kissing parts of her throat that you know have her gasping.
when jihyo finally recovers, she husks out the words that got her feeling your moan against her neck before hearing it,
──── 「지효」 ( ✿︎ ) cupid accidentally used her bow backwards and now she's in love with you .ᐟ ✮
✦ written + smau, slowburn up until the end, implied griefing of reader’s dates, ft. twice, fluff, a kiss ✶ लवर्स 𓂃⋆.˚ cupid! 𝒑.jihyo ᯾ human! 𝒇.reader .𐙚 ݁ ˖ ʬʬ 2864% ᝰ.ᐟ
☆ 01 ⋆ the fool ୨ৎ cupid’s cards .𖥔 ݁ ˖
RULE NUMBER ONE IN THE CUPID GUIDELINES IS TO NOT FALL FOR A HUMAN. jihyo snickers at the rule everytime, what’s there to love about humans anyway? she believes humans are peculiar creatures who long for one thing only, love, and who will go to any height required for it.
pathetic.
anywho, right now she has an important task at hand. it’s her first matchmaking session ever since she got her bow revoked for . . . accidently pairing cousins and being the reason that the two will be the sweet home alabama story for their family.
she takes a deep breath, focus, jihyo. focus. she reminds herself, mumbling under her breath. she looks at the letter which contained a photograph of an individual named y/n l/n, who is her target and then to said y/n, who looked to be waiting for someone.
you kiss your teeth, glancing around looking for a familiar brown-head of hair that belonged to sana. you pull out your phone, opening the chat where she said she’ll will be there in ten minutes. the text was sent twenty-two minutes ago.
jihyo is perched on the roof of an appartment building opposite to the street where you stood, bow and a glowing heart arrow resting beside her, waiting for their opportunity to blossom love between the two people they get shot to.
she has been observing you for about two weeks now, clinging to your being like a perfume sprayed one too many times. it’s a mandatory procedure to understand your target and find a match that’s as close to perfection as possible.
though she always takes this process too seriously. she stalks— in an attempted “non-creepy” way, however stalking is indeed stalking— she listens to conversations, she studies her target meticulously like how a scientist studies a lab rat.
it’s no different for you. jihyo’s payed attention to you for days and nights, and she has found the quote-on-quote ‘perfect’ match for you, minatozaki sana.
she’s your colleague in your law firm, she is kind, brings you coffee when she gets hers and always congratulates you when you win a case in your favor with joy that looked like as if she had won the case, not you.
she is equally as chaotic as you; with similar humor, caring nature and what not. jihyo feels proud of her matchmaking skills, because who could possibly be a better match for you?
she has already shot you with an arrow, meaning the only objective left for her now is to shoot sana, who should be on her way from the conversation she heard that occurred between you and the japanese.
jihyo hears the inner angel inside her squeal the words ‘jackpot!’ and she’s sure that if she was visible to the pedestrians below, they would be able to visualize gold coins and bars dancing around her from the bright smile that is etched on her face because look who just came into her peripheral vision— sana.
she picks up her bow, paying attention to sana and you rather than the position of the bow as she picks up the illuminating arrow. she tries to understand what you two are talking about by lip reading, however her lip reading skills are average at best.
you reciprocate the warm, inviting smile sana gives you. “y/n! i’m so sorry for making you wait.” she apologizes. you let out a over-dramatic gasp, “i thought friends don’t apologize.”
she laughs, “oh, yes! how could i forget?” she takes back her apology and you talk some more, ranging from office gossip to what’s your favourite thing about south korea?
you two were going shopping together, because what’s a better way to get close to someone than by shopping together? my hangout ideas are amazing! you praise yourself.
it’s giving narcissist.
jihyo, on the other hand, has her bow aimed right at sana. she is now standing maybe six feet away from you two, so as to accurately shoot sana and not accidently shoot another person.
she always learns from her mistakes.
“OH FUCK!” jihyo’s jaw dropped, she shot a random stranger instead of the match she’d chosen for her target.
“THERE WERE ONLY THREE PEOPLE ON THE STREET.” one of her seniors, nayeon, shrieked. jihyo stuttered a lame excuse, which was obviously not bought by any of her seniors and friends.
her bow was revoked . . . three days after she got it back.
never again.
safe to say, jihyo and her bow are nothing short of enemies. she gulps, pointing her bow at sana as she takes a deep breath. she draws her bow, arrow ready to bond two souls in a beautiful love.
she is about to release the arrow when an ubnoxiously loud horn blares, completely catching her off guard and she flinches hard, her fingers losing grip of her arrow.
the arrow land on the pavement before bouncing back and hitting — her. while you two? you laugh at a dumb joke sana cracks, hand grazing her arm.
a million thoughts run through jihyo’s mind— oh shit. do love arrows work on angels? no, obviously they don’t, hah. who said they don’t? what if they do work? am i tied to a mortal?! what about my human-hater aura?!?!
she face palms herself, unleashing her angel wings. she lifts herself up, flying to the quietest place she can find, an abandoned building on the other side of the industrialized city.
she lands on her feet, head pounding. she takes a deep, deep breath and lets out the loudest, scariest, most petrifying, most perplexing and most disgusting scream mankind would’ve heard if she was in her human-proof form, i.e. visible seemingly human form.
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you fix your hair for the last time, grabbing your phone and keys. you walk out and lock the front door of your studio appartment. as you reach the ground floor, a black suv pulls up and steps out a woman with blonde hair.
jihyo’s eyes narrow, who is that? the woman looks to be your age, with heavy makeup and a big fat tattoo on her neck to her jaw. jihyo is stunned.
a strange, undesirable feeling spreads in her being. it’s not hate, distaste or even judgement; it is something else entirely. her eyebrows furrow and she unfurls her wings as the suv engine roars to life.
she follows the car with intent, she doesn’t know who you’re with and she can’t take the risk of anything happening to you. she needs to have a happily in love client, not a harmed or dead one.
upon reaching the restaurant, jihyo remarks that it looks very expensive taking in account the standards of mortals and what they consider ‘exquisite’ — which is nothing compared to heaven’s breathtaking artitechture, but jihyo digresses — she sees the woman open the door for you and lead the way.
jihyo sits herself on the windowsill along the table you and your date sit at. her lips are pulled downward, her eyes stern and glaring at the woman for unknown reasons, most probably annoyance as she didn’t pair you two and if you did start dating momo, jihyo knows her name now, she wouldn’t get credit for it. that is she’ll have a failed target.
fuck you, momo.
the more the date progresses, the more jihyo gets mad. you and momo are now engrossed in a meaningful conversation with her hand on top of yours, disgusting, jihyo thinks.
since when did literal cupid have a problem with public display of affection, especially in this case: all you’re doing is letting momo lay her hand on yours, that is it.
jihyo won’t let this ship sail, not when you’re her target, absolutely not.
following this date, you are more than happy to have a second date, but momo declines and says she already has a person who she is seeing seriously. it is surprising, the date you went on is only three days ago as of now but mayhaps she fell in love at the first sight.
jihyo is the culprit for this. she matched momo with another woman of the name dahyun, gaining another target up her sleeve and conveniently got momo out of the way.
is it a little unethical to pair a target with a match that you’re not assigned to? ofcourse. is jihyo regretful? the fuck not, infact her ego is higher and soaring the skies just as she is, literally, in search of another match because she just heard you sister-zone sana.
over the course of the week, you’ve went on a first date, and also a second date, but things didn’t end well, it didn’t escalate to a third date. you are pretty bummed, simply too tired from spending valentines day alone for all your life.
now, jihyo? that’s another, more impatient story. well, she is very patient b everyone has their limits and she is at the point where the line of the ending of her limits is seen four meters away.
she’s been working on this for five weeks and counting. she thinks finding love is easy, but this has proved her wrong, sometimes it really is as comically hard to find as movies and those ‘slow burn’ books make it out to be.
in this stage of annoyance and stress— she comes to a slightly, again, unethical solution. it is a given that you, as a cupid, aren’t to reveal your identity and let your target know you’re their assigned cupid. however, she is at her wits end and breaking cupid laws is not her biggest priority.
so, she gets your number from snooping on your phone at the dead of night. she is currently in a hotel room that she rented down the street where you live, with her phone in hand, your number opened and fingers selectively typing an appropriate message; which is definitely not easy as you know, texting your target as their cupid doesn’t have a course, unfortunate.
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【──── ☾︎ ──────── ☀︎︎ ──────── ☽︎ ────】
with your cupid’s guidance and planning, you have went on many, many dates in the past month. and two times you were ready for an official relationship, but somehow, someway, it never worked out.
something always went wrong one way or another; minnie who quit things because she wanted to be with a thai woman, why did she say that after three dates? questionable. and then there is mina, who denied continuing things due to ‘personal reasons’, debatable.
you are deeply frustrated, while jihyo hasn’t a problem, she is unbothered, happy even! she is driving you crazy. seeing her so chill about your already non-existent love life deteriorating makes you want to maybe rip her glorious wings off.
oh, yes. you have seen her now. after you begged, begged and begged some more and even went as far as to put your ego aside just to see who your damn cupid was, she showed herself, wings, shining iridescent halo and all.
she is pretty, like very pretty, ethereal-unreal-doesnotexist type pretty. you wonder what it would be like if only she was human. yet, she is not, she is an angel. you’re a human.
you huff sitting opposite to jihyo, jaw clenched as you glare at your cupid. “how bad of a matchmaker are you?” you ask, “does it always take this long to match two people?”
jihyo has an unreadable expression on her face, an emotion evident which you can’t identify. she’s utterly conflicted and her mind, it is a whirlwind of ‘what if’s’ and ‘why me’s’.
over the course of this month, every day you went out with another woman, held hands, smiled, giggled; she felt angry. she didn’t know why, her plan was literally going according to plan, you were having a good time, yet she couldn’t shake the unknown feeling in her.
one day, in heaven as she was conversing with jeongyeon, she couldn’t hold herself back and she asked her. jihyo explained her symptoms, as if she was infected with a disease, and told her what has been happening with her.
the more she talked, the more jeongyeon’s smile turned downwards, spread into a deep frown by the end of jihyo’s struggle-speech. jeongyeon sighed, raising her hand and placing it on jihyo’s shoulder.
“what?” she asked, confusion written on her face. jeongyeon sucked a breath, “jihyo, the arrow did work. you’re in love,” jihyo gasped, a look that can only be expressed by pure exasperation on her face.
jeongyeon nodded a little when she saw her face and continued, “you’re experiencing jealousy; you want to be in her date’s place.” jihyo shook her head, “that isn’t possible! what are you talking about?!”
“i now know, it is infact possible. arrows if love work on cupids too.” jihyo’s world was turned upside down from the two lines. how did she fall in love with a mortal? the same mortals who she finds pathetic to be in love with.
pure, golden irony.
today, as she sits across from you, understands the feeling she feels when she’s with you. she knows the effect your laugh, your smile and your eyes have on her is because of the bond that she created.
she swipes her tongue on her bottom lip, making your eyes drift on them for a second before flicking up to her. she stands up, walking closer.
you look at her with a perplexed look on you. she disregards your expression, clasping her fingers around your wrist and pulling you up to stand inches from her.
from this close, you can see faint sparkles in her irises and her pupils are slightly dilated. you have never been this close to her, you can see the faint skin texture of her face.
a light rosy shade of pink coats your cheeks from the distance, or lack of to be clear. “what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, trying to sound stern, but your words come out hushed, careful.
“i matched you with someone more than a month ago.” she says, words laced with something sweet and not monotone speech. you have noticed changes in her since getting to know her.
in the start, she was sharp, demanding and dedicated to finding you a match. slowly, though, she got more sloppy, more indecisive, more soft.
her eyes aren’t blank when she looks at you now, they are a mix of something soft and mayhaps... vulnerable. her feels more approachable, less like a love tyrant.
“then, why is she not asking me out for a date?” you try to pull your hand out her grip but it only tightens, “she is a coward, so she looked at tou from afar.” jihyo answers and she isn’t wrong, she is a coward for seeing you be rejected again and again, knowing who you are to her.
“well, you did a bad match then! i don’t like cowards.” you complain sharply, huffing once more. “she told me she won’t be a coward anymore,” jihyo coos internally at you, who knew humans are this cute?
you don’t respond, waiting for her to continue. “is she still a bad match, even if she’s your cupid?” jihyo finally says it out loud and it feels like a big burden has been removed from her shoulders.
your mouth falls agape, gears in your head working overtime to comprehend the question jihyo posed, “you can’t be serious.” is all your throat allows you to whisper, eyes blinking at her, your supposed match.
“i wish i was, loving a mortal isn’t easy.” loving? your brain short-circuits. “oh my god.” you breath out. “why are you calling god’s name when you have an angel?” jihyo tilts her head.
she looks so cute right now— y/n what are you thinking?
“so, can i kiss you?” you ask, hesitant, you’ve never kissed an angel before— duh, but as you look into jihyo’s eyes and fall for them, understanding that her unreadable look is just her eyes with tiny, dancing hearts in them— you want to.
maybe thinking like this isn’t bad.
jihyo immediately almost spontaneously combusts, blush staining her sun-kissed skin. you raise a brow, ready to back down, maybe i was too straight forward, but she doesn’t say anything.
instead, she presses her lips to yours, pulling you in a blissful kiss. it feels like sparks and fireworks blast around you. you have kissed many woman in your life, but they’ve never felt this right, this good, this perfect.
jihyo truly is your match, the kiss just proved it, and you for some reason, can’t find any reason to be frustrated. and as you pull away for a second before she rushes in again, making your forehead bump with hers, you can feel her smile into the kiss. and you realise being cupid’s match won’t be bad, at all.
and jihyo? she has now broken a big rule in cupid guidelines, yet she isn’t bothered. because she now knows why mortals love. loving mortals isn’t hard and it is surprisingly addicting. and even if she has to suffer the consequences of breaking a rule she, she wants more, especially if the mortal in question is you.
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𝓚𝑰𝑹𝑨'𝑺 𝙎𝒊𝙂𝓝𝘼𝙇 ( ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ) HAPPY JIHYO DAYYYYYYYYY this is my gift to u guys in honor of my second wifey's birthday !! she's 29 shut up ..... I SAID SHUT UPPPPP she's my babyyyy :333 ++ this is pretty long but I wanted it to be even longer bcs I love this trope sb but deadlines and I have sm school work I'm gonna kms ALSO this is probably the longest fic there'll be for cupid's cards bcs I simply don't have enough time to write 27 MORS longs fics like so they will all be shorter than this and might also have smau inclusions like this one too WHICH REMINDS ME how is this new style of writing I made many changes, it's in present tense now + there's the smau screenshots + it's a bit more descriptive and a bit less serious idk I kinda like it PLEASEE LMK && yk the drill pls like n reblog I'll mwah u
synopsis - as the new, maknae, and tenth member of the girlgroup twice, you fit in easily—building friendships and charming fans. but with jihyo, it’s different—tense, uncertain, and charged. when jealousy, unspoken feelings, and undeniable attraction finally collide in a sweltering hotel room, the line between tension and an illicit affair blurs. part one.
pairing - park jihyo x afab!reader.
note — ageless, minor, male blogs will be blocked if interacting with mine.
link for part one is in the synopsis note! enjoy xx
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tour begins again.
bangkok. malaysia next.
the last verse hits like a blade.
you drop into it with no warning—spit each bar low, steady, dangerous.
your voice is all smoke and bite, pulled tight over that beat like leather over knuckles.
your flow hits so hard the floor shakes beneath it.
your body follows—shoulders sharp, footwork clean, hips riding the bass like you were born for it.
the lights strobe once, twice—then blackout.
and the crowd erupts.
screams ripple like fire across the stadium.
someone’s crying in the front row.
someone else just yelled marry me.
you don’t hear it. you’re too busy trying to steady your own breathing.
because you just burned that stage down.
and you know it.
and then backstage is chaos—hair stuck to sweat, stage crew praising, mic packs being ripped off. adrenaline crashing.
you barely make it through the wings before you’re swallowed.
“okay. what the hell was that?!” nayeon grabs your arm, spinning you half-around. “that verse—that voice—when did you get hot like that?!”
“she’s always been hot,” jeongyeon says, throwing a towel at your chest. “you just finally opened your eyes.”
chaeyoung slides in behind you, arms around your waist, chin hooked on your shoulder as she stands on her tiptoes. “you wanna explain why my soul left my body during your verse?”
“same,” momo adds, fanning herself with both hands. “i blacked out halfway through and my knees almost gave out. also, did you growl?”
“she absolutely did,” dahyun confirms. “did you hear the screams after? the fans liked it.”
“and we all liked it.” tzuyu, helpfully, deadpans whilst sipping her water like it’s an offering.
“you’re all so embarrassing,” mina says her eyes narrowing before she turns to you with a serious demeanour. “do it again next show.”
you’re laughing—so much that you almost fall off the chair you’re on.
you haven’t even caught your breath when sana appears like gravity itself and drops straight into your lap.
you grunt—half-surprised, half-dazed.
she straddles you with zero hesitation, arms around your neck, forehead pressed to yours.
“i think i need you to do that performance again,” she says, voice breathless. “but, like—alone. for me.”
you raise a brow. “you gonna pay for VIP?”
“baby,” she grins, “i am VIP.”
nayeon throws a towel at both of you and scoffs in fake disgust.
jeongyeon mutters “get a room.”
chaeyoung’s taking a picture.
you just tip your head back against the chair and laugh.
and then, across the room. jihyo.
she’s seated, towel loose around her shoulders, bottle untouched in her lap.
her gaze is fixed on you. but not like the others.
not teasing. not playful. just—still.
you feel it. like a hand pressing softly on your chest.
because while the others flirt and play, she’s not moving. not talking.
just watching you.
and you can’t read her expression. not fully.
but maybe—
maybe she doesn’t even know what she’s feeling
herself.
because you didn’t just perform.
you took over.
and now everyone wants a piece of you.
but jihyo?
she’s not reaching for you.
she’s just sitting there—wrecked.
wondering if she’s the only one who didn’t realise how far ahead of her you’ve already run.
⸻
the studio’s sleek and softly lit, the kind of place where everything feels a little too polished. the air smells faintly like fresh coffee and nerves.
the interviewer is beautiful. sharp-eyed, perfectly styled. calm in a way that makes you sit straighter than you mean to.
she keeps smiling at you.
half of the group’s lined up on a long couch, the others on stools placed carefully behind it.
you’re seated near the center, legs crossed, mic clipped to your collar. jihyo’s down the line, quiet, focused. her hands folded neatly in her lap.
“thank you all for being here,” the interviewer says, smiling warmly. “first of all, congratulations on picking up the second leg of what seems to be an incredible tour.”
“thank you,” nayeon says, bright as ever. “we’re only just beginning to recover.”
“emotionally, no,” jeongyeon mutters. “physically, definitely not—all of my muscles are so sore.”
laughter drifts across the couch.
the interviewer glances down at her cards, then back at you.
“and, y/n—especially you.”
you glance up.
“me?”
“yes,” she says, her smile deepening. “your solo moment in the final show… that had the internet in pieces.”
you laugh softly. “it wasn’t that serious.”
“oh, but it was,” she says. “the edits. the fancams. the reactions. i think you officially broke twitter.”
“and several hearts,” momo adds, putting her hand over her own. “i, for one, am still not over it.”
“you were everywhere,” chaeyoung says. “people were calling you their villain arc.”
“i think one fan wrote a poem,” tzuyu laughs, sincere.
“i read it,” mina murmurs. “it was kind of beautiful.”
you tilt your head. “should i be flattered or worried?”
“both,” nayeon says. “leaning flattered.”
the interviewer tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “the reaction was especially strong among women,” she says casually, though her eyes land on you again. “you’ve built a huge female fanbase.”
you smile, dipping your head.
“they’re… cool,” you say. “very creative.”
“and very vocal,” jeongyeon says, grinning, slapping the back of your head lightly.
then the interviewer shifts a little, turning down the line.
“jihyo,” she says, her tone softening. “as the leader, what’s it like seeing y/n—your youngest member—step so fully into the spotlight like this?”
the group quiets slightly.
you glance over—jihyo’s fiddling with her acrylics.
“honestly,” she begins, voice even but not flat, “it’s exactly what we’ve all seen coming.”
your chest tightens—just a bit.
“she’s always worked hard,” jihyo continues. “consistently. quietly. even when no one’s watching.”
you try not to move. not to react.
“and now that people are watching,” jihyo says, “i think they’re just catching up to what we’ve known. and i can’t blame them for falling for y/n.”
mina smiles softly beside you, hand gently but affectionately tapping your thigh whilst sana shifts closer to you, nodding gently, but your stomach tightens from jihyo’s words.
“she’s earned this,” jihyo adds. “every part of it.”
you feel a few light slaps on your left shoulder blade—dahyun, you think.
“and i’m proud of her,” jihyo finishes. “so, ridiculously proud of her showcasing her talent.”
you glance down at your hands. you don’t smile fully. but something flickers in your chest.
the interviewer nods slowly, like she wasn’t expecting quite so much honesty.
then nayeon perks up before she leans forward slightly, a sense of playfulness showing in the glittering of her eyes. “what about you?” she asks. “what do you think of y/n?”
the room goes still for a beat.
your head whips toward her.
so does jihyo’s.
“me?” the interviewer blinks. “oh—i—well, um… i think she’s—” she clears her throat and straightens her cards, her cheeks flushing pink.
“she’s very… charismatic,” she trips on her words. “on stage, of course. very focused. umm, and charming.”
“charming?” nayeon echoes, delighted.
“yes. very,” the interviewer says again. too quickly.
you bite your lip to keep from laughing.
sana nudges your arm and whispers, “you’re blushing.”
you are not. probably.
jihyo’s gaze is sharp now. not at the interviewer.
not at you. just at the table. hands folded too tightly.
the moment passes. the conversation moves. but you feel it. her silence. the weight in the few words she does say for the rest of the interview.
and the tension in her knuckles.
and for once, she doesn’t know if it’s jealousy she’s hiding, or something else entirely.
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you board a little late, after the press shuffle, after the flashes, after the last security sweep.
by the time you reach the cabin, everything is hushed.
first class is dim, private.
just the nine of you scattered across staggered window seats, angled like little islands.
curtains drawn despite it being midday.
the plane smells like clean air and exhaustion.
you slide into your seat—second row window. noise-cancelling headphones looped lazily around your neck. a blanket folded tight on your lap.
you try to get comfortable.
you try to sleep. but your eyes keep shifting.
keep drifting forward.
keep finding her.
jihyo.
first row. same side of the plane.
hood down. seat slightly reclined. arm stretched along the divider. long legs drawn up loosely beneath the blanket, ankles crossed.
she’s not doing anything special—just breathing, just resting. but you can’t stop looking. her posture. her collarbone. the shape of her shoulder under soft cotton. the way her hand flexes, barely visible, where it rests against her thigh.
you turn back to your screen. open a movie you’ve already seen.
ten minutes go by. you check the time twice.
and then your gaze drifts back. again.
jihyo hasn’t moved though her head’s tilted slightly toward the window now, like she’s watching the wing lights blink in the dark.
you wonder if she knows.
you adjust your blanket. plug your headphones in. scroll. pause.
your eyes flick forward. again.
this time, it’s the curve of her jaw. the pale glow of the cabin lights on her cheek.
it has you exhaling, quiet. controlled.
jeongyeon, across the aisle, is already out cold. tzuyu’s murmuring something to dahyun two rows back. sana’s curled in her seat like a cat.
and you—?
you haven’t said a word. haven’t looked for conversation. haven’t even tried.
because even now, with distance and silence and private space,
your attention keeps falling in one direction.
her.
you wonder how long it’ll take before she notices.
or if she already has.
and just isn’t looking back.
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the landing feels soft, but the heat hits hard.
as soon as the cabin doors open, it floods in—thick, heavy, clinging to skin like syrup. the airport air is all warm tile, murmured announcements, and damp clothes under layered outfits.
you move through immigration half-asleep, sunglasses low. outside, fans scream your name from behind barriers, but it all feels muted—dreamlike.
the van ride is silent. sweat collects at your spine.
jihyo sits next to you this time.
you don’t speak. not that you ever really do.
but even in silence, you can feel her skin close. her thigh brushing yours every time the van turns too sharply. her breath just within reach.
by the time you reach the hotel, it’s evening.
the city outside the tinted windows glows soft orange. people still out, the humidity curling around streetlamps like smoke.
check-in is brief. your bags are already upstairs. keys are handed out.
and then—
“room 1804,” staff says, handing two keys.
to you.
and to jihyo.
your brows lift.
jihyo’s don’t.
she just takes hers quietly.
you follow the bellhop to the elevator.
barely speak as you ride up.
feel your stomach buzz the closer the numbers climb.
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the hotel hallway is cool compared to outside, but not by much. everything smells like soft carpet, lemon cleaner, and too much silence.
you unlock the door to room 1804.
jihyo steps in behind you.
the first thing you notice is the bed. just one. wide, low, crisp white sheets. centered like it owns the room.
the second thing you notice is the air. or—lack of it. thick. unmoving. heavy like held breath.
jihyo crosses the room to the wall unit. presses a button. nothing. again. the fan growls, tries, fails.
you press the hotel phone to your ear.
“hi—yeah. sorry, the ac’s out?” pause. “…oh. right. thanks.”
you hang up. “they’ll send someone in the morning.”
jihyo nods. her voice is even. “okay.”
you set your bag down near the foot of the bed.
your shirt is already damp at the collar.
jihyo pulls her hoodie off first, revealing a pale tank top clinging just slightly to her back.
your eyes flick up before you can stop them—just a glance. the line of her spine. her shoulder blades. the smooth pull of fabric when she lifts her hair to tie it up.
you look away.
the heat settles like a second skin.
neither of you talk—just quiet movement, clothes pulled from bags, water bottles half-drunk and forgotten on the nightstand.
“i’m gonna shower,” you murmur eventually, voice low from heat or something else.
jihyo doesn’t look up from her phone. just nods once. “go ahead.”
and you do.
you walk towards the bathroom whilst reaching for your shirt.
as you lift it, she moves behind you—quiet, slow.
you don’t see her lift her head. don’t see the way her gaze follows the slope of your waist, the faint sheen on your chest, the way your breath catches just slightly before you drop the shirt to the side.
jihyo lies back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
the fan still isn’t working.
but now, the heat isn’t what’s bothering her.
you take your time.
not too long.
but long enough that she starts thinking.
about your skin. your voice. your gaze on the plane. your silence. you.
the door finally opens, and you step into the room barefoot.
she doesn’t look up. not right away.
but her gaze lifts as you pass her. just once.
your hair’s wet, towel. wrapped around your body. your feet bare against the tile.
a flick of her gaze—quick, quiet, a split-second trace of your hip, the drop of water trailing down your neck.
then gone.
she stands as you cross the room. grabs her own towel wordlessly. brushes past you at the bathroom door.
you don’t speak. neither does she.
the door shuts behind her. the water starts.
your phone vibrates whilst you towel dry your hair, and it has you changing into a cropped tee, pulling on a pair of shorts and some shoes before grabbing your keycard and putting it in your phonecase.
when jihyo comes out—fresh shirt, skin flushed, hair wet—the room’s dim.
and you’re gone.
no footsteps. no echo. just empty space.
she picks up her phone.
mina [8:08 pm]: sana and i are taking her
mina [8:08 pm]: just for a bit
mina [8:08 pm]: don’t wait up, we’ll be late
jihyo doesn’t respond.
just sits at the edge of the bed, towel still in her hands, heart somewhere even further away.
and for once, there’s no heat in the room.
just the cold that comes after someone leaves.
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outside the hotel window, headlights slide across high-rises, motorbikes hum below, neon signs blink through the haze.
inside the room, it’s still.
jihyo lies on her side. not asleep. not even close. not when the sheet sticks to her thigh. her shirt is damp at the collar.
the air hasn’t shifted once since you left.
she hasn’t looked at her phone since mina’s message.
just the slow blink of the city on the ceiling and the empty weight of your side of the bed.
until—voices. soft at first. rising. the muffled chime of the elevator moving again. the echo of sandals on tile. a laugh. yours. clear, bright, loose with air.
and she freezes.
there it is again—softer this time, layered with a teasing voice that sounds much too like sana’s.
mina says something next, and the three of you burst into low, hushed laughter. closer now. the hallway. just outside the door.
jihyo doesn’t move. not even when she hears the keycard beep. the gentle click of the lock.
the door eases open. a shoulder bumps it wider.
you slip in first—still laughing under your breath, trying to be quiet and failing just a little.
sana and mina hover in the doorway behind you.
someone says “sleep well.”
you murmur back, and jihyo hates how she can hear you smiling. and then the door shuts.
jihyo lies still. eyes wide open.
you pause in the dark, probably thinking she’s asleep.
you peel your clothes off, tossing them onto the chair, pulling on an oversized tee.
the bed’s there. the silence waits. jihyo waits.
but instead—you turn toward the bathroom.
the door creaks open. the light flickers on. soft. low. you don’t close the door fully behind you.
water runs.
you lean over the sink, splash once—twice—cool water on your face. your shirt sticks to your spine. your pulse’s steady now, but your skin feels raw under the fluorescent light.
you brush your teeth next. slow. focused. just something to do with your hands.
in the mirror, your eyes flick toward the door.
quiet. still cracked open. still dark beyond it. you spit. rinse. wipe your mouth. turn off the light. and the bathroom clicks shut behind you.
the bed shifts slightly when you crawl into it.
you move slowly. carefully. like you don’t want to wake her. you don’t know she’s not asleep. you don’t know she heard you splash water against your neck, or open the cabinet too fast, or hum under your breath as you rinsed. you don’t know she listened to all of it, lying there in the dark, eyes open, mouth closed, hands clenched under the sheet.
you slide in beneath the covers. face away from her. your breath steadies. hers doesn’t.
neither of you say anything.
but the silence between you is louder than it’s ever been.
and neither of you know what it’ll sound like when it finally breaks.
⸻
“so, did you sleep last night?” nayeon asks, swirling her iced coffee like it’s a weapon. “or just marinate in shared suffering?”
you stretch lazily in your chair. “overheat. sweat. maybe even spiritual death.”
“could’ve come to me,” momo says, poking at her breakfast whilst nudging your leg with her knee. “my bed’s cold and i run cooler than a fan.”
“same,” tzuyu offers calmly. “climate control queen. i don’t even generate heat.”
“you’d have been safe with me,” nayeon sighs dreamily, elbow propped up on the table, palm supporting her face whilst she gazes into the distance. “gentle arms. soft skin. pretty face, perfect snuggle pressure.”
you raise your brows at them. “i had no idea you were all so eager.”
“i think you mean desperate.” jeongyeon corrects.
sana, seated opposite you, leans in slowly, elbow on the table, head in her hand, lips curved into something that’s not quite a smile but something more dangerous. “you should’ve come to me,” she purrs, voice low. “i’d have let you sleep right up against me if it was what you wanted.”
you don’t blink. “honestly? i’m pretty sure it would’ve been even hotter.”
sana tilts her head, eyes narrowing just slightly. “you and me together?” a beat. “we’d have have made it worse. we’d have ruined the sheets and broken the thermostat.”
the table explodes.
“i was right here!” nayeon groans. “i offered myself first!”
“are you serious?” momo cries. “i gave you perfect airflow!”
“and yet she chose chaos,” tzuyu mutters, sipping her drink.
“whatever happened to decorum, people?” jeongyeon shouts but everyone ignores her.
“this is rigged! why does sana always get the good stuff?” nayeon complains, snatching her glass off the table, huffing.
sana just smirks, tapping your glass with hers and winking. “clearly, she knows quality when she sees it.”
you smile, unbothered.
“i mean… tzuyu’s offer is tempting. no sweat, no heat, no noise? and, you know, it’s tzuyu? kind of hard to beat.”
tzuyu lifts a shoulder, smug. “i know.”
“i really was considering it,” you add then your gaze drifts.
mina.
seated next to sana.
quiet. elegant. always watching. always composed.
and you lean forward slightly. voice lower. smile slower. “but if i really needed to cool down,” you say, eyes on her, “i’d ask mina.”
the table quiets a little.
“oh?” momo says.
“why her?” nayeon demands.
you don’t look away. “because she’s cold where it counts,” you say. “but i get the feeling if i climbed into her bed… i wouldn’t be sleeping.”
the table goes still for half a second.
mina’s gaze on you is calm from over the top of her glass. steady. borderline dangerous. “you say that like i wouldn’t let you come back out,” she says.
you blink once. your smile spreads, slow. “would you?”
mina tilts her head slightly, like she’s assessing a puzzle she’s already solved. “depends,” she says, lips curling into a small smirk. “how good are you at keeping quiet?”
“if you’re trying to fluster me,” you say, voice smooth as silk, “you’ll have to try harder.”
mina’s grin sharpens. “good. i like a challenge.”
and that’s when the table loses it.
“i hate it here!” nayeon yells, slamming her hands on the table for dramatic effect.
“mina?” momo gasps. “you enabled her?!”
“you’re feeding the beast!” jeongyeon accuses.
tzuyu looks personally betrayed. “this is the worst breakfast of my life.”
you just sip your juice.
mina doesn’t break eye contact. neither do you.
and across the table—
jihyo hasn’t spoken once. she hasn’t laughed. hasn’t smiled. but her glass is empty now.
and her eyes haven’t left you since you said bed.
⸻
the hallway is cool in theory, air-conditioned and dim, but your shirt still sticks to the small of your back.
the laughter from the breakfast room fades behind you—nayeon shouting something about betrayal, momo swearing revenge, tzuyu telling everyone to grow up with a roll of her eyes, all whilst jeongyeon runs away.
you walk in silence beside jihyo.
not close. but close enough that your arm brushes hers once as you press the elevator button.
she doesn’t move away.
the doors slide open. empty.
you step in. she follows.
the doors close with a quiet thunk.
the stillness settles fast.
you shift your weight. glance up at the soft lighting. the slow tick of floor numbers overhead.
jihyo stands just to your left.
perfect posture. arms crossed. eyes forward.
you don’t speak. neither does she. but the air is thicker than it should be.
you swallow once. it echoes.
your voice is low when you finally speak.
“you didn’t say much at breakfast.”
jihyo doesn’t turn. doesn’t blink.
“there wasn’t much to say.”
you look at her.
her profile is sharp. jaw tight.
“you sure?” you ask, softer now. “felt like a lot of things were being said.”
she exhales once—quiet. through her nose.
then turns her head slightly, finally looking at you. “and you said them to everyone but me.”
it lands between you like a stone.
you hold her gaze.
the numbers tick up. one floor. two.
you take a slow breath.
step just half a pace closer.
“you never gave me space to.”
jihyo doesn’t back away.
but her throat moves as she swallows.
once.
“maybe i didn’t want to hear it,” she says.
barely above a whisper.
you smile—tired, quiet, not cocky this time.
“then why are you listening now?”
silence again.
floor four.
floor five.
the heat presses in.
your arm brushes hers again. slower this time.
the elevator dings.
the doors open. but neither of you move. not for a second. you just stand there. too close. too still.
finally—quietly—jihyo steps out first. you follow.
neither of you speak again until the room door clicks shut behind you.
and even then—
the heat has only started to rise.
the moment the door shuts behind you, it’s like stepping into a sealed box of heat.
stale, unmoving.
your breath catches a little, sweat already re-collecting at your neck.
jihyo doesn’t say anything.
she walks in and drops her keycard on the desk. it lands with a soft clack.
you peel your shoes and socks off in silence.
your shirt is damp. your spine feels sticky.
jihyo pulls her hair up with one hand, twists it, clips it lazily to keep it off her neck.
the move is effortless. familiar.
but it does something to you.
you cross to the window. check if it opens. it doesn’t.
“they still haven’t fixed the ac?” you ask.
your voice sounds thinner in the heat.
“nope,” she says, sitting on the edge of the bed. “they said maybe after lunch.”
you nod once. turn back around.
she’s staring at the floor.
you grab two water bottles from the mini fridge, offering one wordlessly.
she takes it. your fingers brush.
and you feel it again—that same current that’s been running between you for weeks now, low and slow and sharp.
she drinks half the bottle in one go.
you don’t look at her mouth, but you do.
you sit in the chair by the desk, lean back, legs stretched.
the silence expands. but not in a comfortable way.
you tilt your head. break it first.
“so what was it?”
she doesn’t look up and you know she’s going to feign innocence. “what was what?”
you pause.
“the reason,” you say quietly. “you pulled away.”
she exhales through her nose. quiet.
“I didn’t pull away.”
“you didn’t come close.”
silence.
“jihyo.”
her head lifts, slowly. you hold her gaze.
“you pulled away, and you stayed away. and every time i got close, you shut it down.”
the air between you hums.
you see it in her eyes—the flicker of something she wants to say and hasn’t.
“you were getting close to everyone,” she says finally. “not just me.”
your brows lift slightly.
“and that bothered you?”
her mouth presses into a line. her fingers tighten around the water bottle.
you stand and you walk across the small space. stop in front of her.
the heat clings to both of you. and it not just from the weather.
“jihyo,” you murmur, lower now. “say it.”
she looks up at you.
eyes dark. unreadable.
but her breathing shifts.
and then—
she stands. close. too close.
her chest nearly touches yours.
her voice barely carries. “you drive me crazy.”
you exhale through your nose. “yeah?”
“you flirt with everyone. laugh. lean in. touch their arms. let them touch you. you’re everywhere.”
your breath catches.
“but you don’t do that with me,” she says. quiet. fierce. “like it’s some sort of game.”
“no,” you whisper. “it’s not.”
you’re both standing in thick air, eyes locked, barely breathing.
her eyes trail all over your face and stop at your lips, her tongue darting out to wet her own.
neither of you move.
until she blinks in recognition and steps back.
“i need a cold shower,” she says, voice tight.
you don’t stop her.
you just stand there, heart loud in your chest, as she disappears into the bathroom.
the door shuts. water starts.
you sit back on the bed.
the room still hot. the silence finally cracked.
and none of this is going back to what it was.
you don’t expect the door to open again so soon.
but when it does—jihyo stands there.
bare.
dripping.
cold water running down her skin in clean, ruthless lines.
she doesn’t say a word.
she just looks at you.
like she’s already made her choice.
your body moves before your thoughts catch up.
you’re off the bed, shedding your clothes fast—no pause, no shame, nothing but heat thrumming in your chest.
she steps back into the shower.
you follow her in.
and then it’s just skin.
cold water.
wet hands.
slick bodies.
and hunger.
you’re on her before you breathe.
her mouth crashes to yours—hot, open, messy.
your fingers dig into her waist, hers twist into your wet hair.
you kiss like you’ve both been waiting to tear something open.
like restraint was a joke you’re done playing.
she gasps when you bite her lip.
moans when your hand slips lower, grips tighter, pulls her closer.
your thighs press together.
your mouths part only when you’re both out of air—and even then, you chase it in shallow, desperate inhales against each other’s skin.
“jihyo—”
“don’t talk,” she breathes. her voice wrecked. “don’t ask. just—”
you kiss her again.
harder this time.
your hand slides between her shoulders, down the arch of her back, over the curve of her ass, back up to her hips before sliding them around her waist and up to cut her breasts.
she pushes you against the wall, mouth on your neck, biting, sucking, breathing hard.
you grip her hip and roll your body up into hers.
your thigh slips between hers.
her breath hitches.
she grinds down.
once.
twice.
she gasps, forehead falling to your shoulder.
“fuck,” she whispers.
“yeah,” you breath. “i am.”
her mouth finds yours again.
there’s no hesitation now.
just hunger.
slippery skin.
tangled limbs.
teeth scraping.
hands everywhere.
you taste her sigh.
feel her nails in your back.
and somewhere between the next gasp and the next roll of her hips—you stop pretending this was ever just about heat.
a few moments pass then jihyo’s thigh presses between yours, slick and solid, grinding slow as her hand fists in your hair, forcing your mouth to hers again.
you moan into it.
it’s not pretty. not restrained. not the kind of sound you’ve ever let her hear.
but she swallows it like she needs it.
your hands slip over her back, over every line of her, wet skin dragging under your palms. you pull her tighter, grind forward, feel her shudder against you.
“god,” she breathes, lips dragging along your jaw, your cheekbone, your throat. “you don’t even know what you do to me.”
“show me,” you gasp.
and she does.
her hands roam—everywhere, insistent, frantic—gripping the curve of your waist, dragging along your ribs, cupping your breasts like she’s claiming them, not asking.
she groans when you arch into her touch.
you kiss her again, messier now—tongues slick, mouths parted, teeth grazing, no rhythm, just need.
water crashes against the tile behind you, splashing your legs, cooling nothing.
you’re both burning.
her thigh shifts between yours, grinding up as your bodies lock together. you roll your hips hard—once, then again—and she nearly chokes on a moan.
“again,” she mutters. “do it again.”
you obey.
she grabs your ass in both hands, anchoring you against her, and your rhythm turns sharp, shameless.
there’s no performance here. no soft giggles.
no teasing smiles.
just breathless curses.
needy friction.
quiet, desperate sounds swallowed by the rush of water.
your bodies slip and slide in a rhythm only you two understand—imperfect and urgent and honest.
your hand finds the nape of her neck, holds her there, foreheads pressing together between frantic kisses, gasps breaking in tandem.
she whispers your name like a curse. like a prayer.
and when she pushes you back against the tile again, hands flat to the wall beside your head, staring down at you like she’s trying to memorise the way your mouth looks when it parts like that—she doesn’t say anything else. she doesn’t need to.
because you’re both already gone.
and there’s no turning back now.
and you both know it.
which is why you continue.
you’re still trembling—bare, breathless—when jihyo’s hand slides up your thigh. slow. sure. claiming.
your skin twitches under her palm. your head drops back against the tile.
you expect her to kiss you again.
she doesn’t.
instead, her mouth brushes your ear, breath hot despite the cold water.
“stay still.”
your eyes open, wide—surprised, wrecked, ready. you nod.
she slides down.
barely a breath between you.
her thigh presses between yours—but this time, her hand moves with it.
she finds your chest first—palms cupping your breasts, thumbs dragging over your nipples, slick and hard under her touch.
you gasp.
her lips find your throat.
her teeth follow.
“fuck,” you breathe, fingers gripping her shoulders, her hair, anything to keep you grounded.
she doesn’t stop.
her hands are everywhere now—your breasts, your ribs, the dip of your waist, the curve of your hips.
until finally—finally—she slips her hand between your thighs. fingers. hot. firm. confident.
she touches you like she’s been thinking about it for weeks. like she already knows what makes you twitch.
and when she finds it?
you gasp so sharp your legs nearly give out.
she holds you up with her free arm, locking her wrist behind your back while her fingers start to move—slow at first.
then deeper. slippery. grinding.
her forehead presses to yours.
“i want to feel you come again,” she whispers.
you nod, barely able to speak.
“then—fuck—don’t stop.”
her fingers curl.
your mouth falls open. and she watches you. the whole time.
wide eyes focused on your face, on your lips, on the way your body clenches around her hand like you never want her to stop.
her thumb brushes once. twice. you jolt.
you gasp her name.
she kisses you then—deep and hard, swallowing the sound you make as her fingers work you open, closer, harder.
you fall apart like that.
in her hands. held up by her arms, by her mouth, by the way she whispers “that’s it, baby, give it to me” like it’s hers.
because it is. you are.
and you want her to know it.
when you shudder hard—moaning into her mouth, thighs shaking, chest heaving—she doesn’t stop.
she draws it out. longer.
until your body jerks, twitching, oversensitive, completely wrecked.
and only then—only then—does she pull back, slowly, fingers gliding out of you, coated in proof.
you’re panting. clinging to her. eyes glazed. mouth open.
and jihyo just watches you, hand still between your legs, voice quiet, proud. “mine.”
she’s still holding you—pinned between the tile and her chest, fingers slick, breath catching in her throat.
but the second your legs steady,
you flipit. your hands grip her waist. your mouth finds hers—rough, wet, deep.
and this time, you press forward.
shestumbles. just slightly. just enough.
you back her into the wall, reverse the weight of what she gave you, give it back with your mouth on her neck, your hand sliding up her thigh.
jihyo gasps.
it’s not controlled. not planned. it’s pure reflex.
you drag your mouth lower, tongue flattening against her breasts, her nipples as your hand trails over her hip, down between her thighs—
and she opens for you.
immediately.
automatically.
your fingers slide through wetness that has nothing to do with the water.
and she can feel you grin against her skin.
“already?” you murmur.
she exhales—shaky. “shut up.”
you hum. “no.”
and then—
you sink to your knees.
hands dragging down her thighs, over her calves, nails scraping just enough to make her shiver.
your mouth moves first—tongue teasing, circling, barely touching.
you hear her head hit the tile, hear her breath hitch.
her fingers grip your shoulders then your hair.
tight.
you grin against her—she feels it.
and you give her everything.
your mouth presses in. tongue sliding where she needs it. slow. deep. then faster. hungrier. hands spreading her thighs wider until she’s completely open to you.
jihyo moans—head falling forward, one hand braced on the wall, the other tangled in your hair.
you slide one finger in. then two.
then curl them just right, dragging your tongue hard and flat and deep until she gasps your name and pulls your face harder into her.
she’s shaking now. hips moving. thighs trembling.
no rhythm. just need.
you don’t slow down. you don’t let her.
she tries to warn you—tries to speak—
“wait—i’m—fuck, i’m gonna—”
but you don’t stop.
your tongue continues, your fingers do too, and she breaks with a loud, guttural cry that echoes off the tiles and makes your knees shake again from the sound alone.
she comes hard.
full-body. legs locking. hands grasping. hips rolling up into your mouth like she never wants you to stop.
you ride it out with her.
stay with her through every twitch, every breathless whimper, until her grip loosens.
then you rise slowly. deliberately.
kissing every inch of skin you come across, tongue lapping her navel, sucking her nipples before licking up her throat and kissing her. deep. letting her taste what she gave you.
and when you part and she opens her eyes—barely, still dazed, still catching her breath—you just whisper, “mine too.”
and for a moment, you just breathe together. no rush. no teasing.
just this—water falling, bodies pressed, mouths brushing.
she kisses your shoulder. your collarbone. your neck.
slow. unhurried. like she’s still tasting the pieces of you she hasn’t memorised yet.
your eyes flutter shut.
and her voice—barely audible now. “if we don’t get out soon, i’ll need you again.”
you smile, eyes still closed.
“then don’t stop me.”
her lips curve against your skin.
but she doesn’t answer.
and her hands don’t move.
but yours do.
⸻
it’s been a few weeks since bangkok.
since that night where the tension finally broke—cold water, hot skin, and the sound of your name from jihyo’s mouth like it was the only thing keeping her steady.
since the morning after, where you woke up still tangled together, jihyo’s hand resting lightly on your waist, your forehead tucked against her shoulder.
since the quiet shift that settled between you—no more pretending, but not making it a spectacle either.
jihyo tried to hide it. or at least, she thinks she does.
her touches are gentle, almost absentminded—like brushing lint off your shoulder during practice, or resting her hand on your lower back when you’re moving through a crowd.
she leans into you when you’re sitting on the couch, her shoulder against yours, pretending it’s just because there’s not enough space.
sometimes her hand finds yours under the table, just for a second, and she pulls away like no one noticed.
she thinks she’s being subtle.
she’s not.
everyone notices.
the group doesn’t say much—just shares glances when she lingers a little too long or when you share a look that’s softer than it should be.
they’re letting you both figure it out, but it’s obvious they’re a little amused by how oblivious jihyo is to her own actions.
tonight, you’re backstage after an award show.
the host had been a little too flirty—leaning in, laughing too hard, resting her hand on your arm like it was part of the script when you guys collected your award.
you didn’t think much of it, but you noticed how jihyo’s eyes narrowed slightly, her fingers tensing around her water bottle.
now you’re in the dressing room, winding down.
nayeon is sprawled on the couch, momo’s digging through her bag for snacks, and sana is scrolling on her phone.
jihyo is at the vanity, fixing her hair, trying to look uninterested.
“that host was practically throwing herself at you,” nayeon teases, grinning.
momo nods. “right? like, i thought she was gonna sit in your lap for a second.”
jihyo doesn’t look up, but you see her shoulders tense a bit.
you just shrug, nonchalance evident in your voice as you play it off. “she was just being friendly.”
sana scoffs. “friendly? she was one laugh away from proposing. and that’s coming from me!”
chaeyoung snickers. “seriously, she was staring like you were a work of art.”
jihyo stays quiet, but you notice how she’s wiping the same spot on her cheek longer than necessary.
you glance at her in the mirror, giving a quick, soft smile.
she catches it, lips twitching just barely, but then goes back to pretending she’s not listening.
as the others start filtering out to find food, you stay behind.
jihyo is still at the vanity, now just staring at her reflection, clearly lost in thought.
you come up behind her, resting your hands gently on her shoulders.
she leans back slightly, like she’s been waiting for you to do that.
“you good?” you murmur.
jihyo nods, but it’s too quick, too practiced.
“yeah. just… tired,” she says.
you move your hands down to her upper arms, thumbs brushing lightly.
“you sure?”
jihyo finally turns to face you, her eyes a little softer now.
“she was really into you,” jihyo mumbles, almost like she didn’t mean to say it out loud.
you bite back a smile, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “well it’s a shame i don’t care.”
jihyo hesitates, then nods, but you can see the worry still there.
you take a breath, feeling your chest tighten just a bit.
“can i… can i ask you something?”
jihyo meets your gaze, her hand finding yours almost automatically. “of course,” she says.
you hesitate, trying to gather your thoughts.
“a few weeks ago… that interview we did,” you start, voice quieter than usual. jihyo’s eyes flicker with recognition. “when they asked about… me, about all the attention i get.”
her lips part slightly, like she knows where you’re going.
“you said… i deserved it. that i work hard,” you swallow, looking down for a second. “did you really mean it?”
jihyo squeezes your hand, pulling you a little closer as she stands up.
“yeah,” she whispers. “i meant it.”
you meet her eyes, your own feeling a bit too open, too vulnerable—but jihyo absolutely adores it. “even the part where you said… you couldn’t blame anyone for falling for me?”
jihyo’s lips quirk into a small, almost shy smile.
“especially that part,” she says, like it’s the simplest truth.
you let out a shaky laugh, the relief washing through you. “so… you fell for me?”
jihyo’s eyes soften even more, and she steps closer, her other hand coming up to cup your face. “yeah,” she murmurs. “harder than i planned to.”
you smile, brushing your lips against hers—soft, grateful, lingering.
jihyo kisses you back, letting it last, and when you pull away, her thumb strokes your cheek.
“you really didn’t know?” she asks, almost amused.
you shake your head, feeling a bit silly. “just needed to hear you say it,” you admit.
jihyo kisses you again, softer this time. “i’ll say it as much as you want,” she whispers.
before you can respond, nayeon’s voice rings out from the hallway.
“are you two done being cute? we’re starving!”
jihyo just sighs, resting her head against your shoulder.
you laugh, brushing your fingers through her hair. “guess we’re not as subtle as you think,” you murmur.
jihyo pulls back, giving you a half-hearted glare.
“i thought i was being low-key,” she mumbles.
you grin, kissing the corner of her mouth. “babe, you’re about as low-key as a firework.”
jihyo scoffs, but there’s a blush creeping up her face.
and as you walk out to join the others, jihyo’s hand slips into yours again, and this time, she doesn’t let go.
tzuyu just shakes her head when she sees your linked fingers. “you two really thought you were being subtle, huh?”
jihyo just shrugs, not bothering to answer.
and when you sit next to her in the van, she pulls you closer, resting your head on her shoulder.
nayeon smirks, but jihyo just leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your hair like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
this time—
neither of you care who sees.
because for once, it feels right.
it feels like something you never want to hide again.
hi! I just read ur mohyo fic and I love it sososos much!! If youre up for it could i request a vamp!jihyo and human momo smut fic? No preference on dynamic so you can pick I jsut think the concept would be really fun! :>
Totally cool if not! Very glad to see another mohyo fan 🫶
❝ VICIOUS ❞
𑣲 pairing. hirai momo x park jihyo
𑣲 content. dom vampire!jihyo, sub human!momo, blood drinking (marking), rough sex, oral sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, light sadism, lmk if i missed anything
𑣲 word count. 2,159
summary. jihyo finally broke her fast, and momo was the only five-course meal on the menu
from jenn. btw i’m sitting in the salon chair getting a pedicure while writing jihyo devouring momo?? i’m new to the vampire genre soooo hope i did well
Jihyo had spent the last hour nursing a glass of red wine she had no intention of finishing, her eyes fixed on the entrance. She had spent sixty years living off hospital grade blood bags—cold, metallic, and utterly soul-dead.
Then Momo walked in.
Momo wasn’t just pretty; she was radiant. She wore a silk slip dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, her dark hair tossed over one shoulder.
“Jihyo?” Momo’s voice was a soft, melodic chime. She sat down, and the scent of her hit Jihyo like a physical blow.
“You’re even more beautiful than your profile,” Jihyo said, her voice dropping an octave. She was trying to be charming, but her predatory instincts were screaming.
Momo giggled, her hand accidentally brushing Jihyo’s forearm. “And you’re... wow. You’re like a statue. Are you always this cold, or am I just that nervous?”
“I’ve been told I have a low body temperature,” Jihyo lied smoothly, though her skin burned where Momo touched her.
The flirting was effortless. Momo was laughing at Jihyo’s dry wit and leaning into her space until their knees were locked under the table.
By the time they finished their second round of drinks, the air between them was electric.
“I don’t usually do this on a first date,” Momo whispered, her eyes dark with a very human hunger as she looked at Jihyo’s mouth. “But I don’t want to go home alone tonight.”
“Neither do I,” Jihyo rasped.
The hotel suite was a blur of gold light and hushed expensive carpets. The moment the door clicked shut, Momo was all over her. She was a tactile hurricane, her hands sliding under Jihyo’s top, her lips pressing feverish, wet kisses along Jihyo’s jawline.
“God, you’re so cold,” Momo moaned against her skin, her hands wandering lower. “It feels so good. I’m burning up.”
Jihyo’s conscience finally slammed the brakes. The hunger in her throat was becoming unbearable; the scent of Momo’s veins was a siren song she couldn’t ignore if this went any further.
She grabbed Momo’s wrists, pinning them gently but firmly away from her body.
“Wait,” Jihyo panted, her eyes flickering. “Momo, stop. I have to... I have to tell you something. I can’t just take you like this.”
Momo blinked, her lips swollen and her hair a mess. “What? If you have a girlfriend or something, I don’t care, I—”
“It’s not that.” Jihyo stepped back, her chest heaving. She looked at Momo, her heart—or what was left of it—aching. “I’m not what you think I am. This... this body, this face... it’s a mask. I’m a monster, Momo. I live on blood. I’ve lived for centuries. If I touch you the way I want to, I might not be able to stop.”
Momo stared at her for a long beat. Then, she let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “A vampire? Seriously? Jihyo, you’ve had too much wine.”
“I’m serious,” Jihyo hissed, her frustration mounting. “I haven’t fed from a human in sixty years. I am starving, and you are... you’re everything I shouldn’t have.”
Momo rolled her eyes, stepping back into Jihyo’s space, her hands reaching out to grab Jihyo’s lapels. “Hell nah. You’re just trying to get out of this because you’re scared of how much I like you. If you’re a monster, then prove it. Show me your fangs. Otherwise, shut up and kiss me.”
Jihyo’s control snapped. The insult to her nature, combined with the sheer, arrogant heat of Momo’s body, was the final straw.
“Fine,” Jihyo growled, her voice turning into something primal.
She grabbed Momo’s waist and slammed her back against the suite’s heavy oak door. Her face transformed—her pupils flooding her eyes until they were red, her gums aching as her fangs finally, violently dropped.
She tilted Momo’s head back with a rough hand, exposing the pale, throbbing line of her throat.
Momo’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she felt the sharp, cold points of Jihyo’s teeth graze the skin over her pulse.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t run. A low, needy whine escaped her as she felt the true, terrifying power in Jihyo’s grip.
“Is this proof enough for you?” Jihyo rasped against her skin.
“Yes,” Momo gasped, her legs instinctively hooking around Jihyo’s waist, her hands clawing at Jihyo’s back. “Now... bite me.”
“You asked for this,” Jihyo whispered, her voice vibrating against Momo’s skin.
She didn’t bite—not yet. She let her fangs graze the surface, a sharp, stinging tease that made Momo’s toes curl.
Momo let out a broken sound, her hands fumbling with the buttons of Jihyo’s shirt. “Stop... stop talking and just do it,” she panted, her bravado finally melting into pure, unadulterated need. “Please, Jihyo.”
Jihyo lunged.
The bite was quick and precise, a sharp puncture that made Momo gasp—not in pain, but in a shock of pure, white-hot pleasure.
Jihyo was lost. The first taste of fresh, warm blood after sixty years of starvation was like a dam breaking. She drank greedily, her throat working as she swallowed, her mind going dark.
Jihyo pulled back just enough to look at her, her lips stained a deep, terrifying crimson. Her eyes were pure black, reflecting nothing but Momo’s flushed, desperate face. She looked like a god, and Momo looked like her willing sacrifice.
“I told you I wouldn’t be able to stop,” Jihyo rasped, her thumb wiping a stray drop of blood.
Momo reached up, her fingers trembling as she traced Jihyo’s sharp fangs. “Then dont stop. Take all of it. I’m yours.”
Jihyo didn’t need to be told twice. She scooped Momo up, the girl feeling weightless in her supernatural grip, and carried her toward the massive hotel bed.
Jihyo dropped Momo onto the center of the mattress. Momo’s chest heaving, the silk of her dress hiked up to her hips. Her skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, the two small puncture wounds on her neck weeping a tiny, glittering trail of red.
She felt lightheaded, her thoughts swirling in the euphoric haze, but her body had never felt more awake.
Jihyo crawled over her. She pinned Momo’s wrists above her head with one hand, her grip like iron bands. She buried her face in the sensitive crook of Momo’s shoulder, her breath coming in hot, ragged hitches.
“You’re shaking,” Jihyo growled, the sound vibrating deep in her chest.
“I'm... I’m hungry too,” Momo gasped, her hips bucking up instinctively, seeking the friction of Jihyo’s weight.
Jihyo let out a low, dark chuckle. Her cold hands roaming over Momo’s thighs. She trailed wet, stinging nips along the inside of Momo’s collarbone, her tongue darting out to taste the salt and heat of her skin.
Momo was whining every time Jihyo’s teeth grazed a new patch of skin. She wanted the bite again. She wanted the sting.
“Jihyo, please,” Momo begged, her back arching off the bed. Her fingers clawed at the sheets, bunching the expensive fabric into knots. “I can’t... it’s too much. Give me more.”
Jihyo didn’t speak. She let her actions do the talking. She moved lower, her fingers teasing at the edge of Momo’s underwear, her eyes never leaving Momo’s face.
She watched the way Momo’s eyes rolled back, the way her lips parted in a silent scream. She wanted to memorize the way Momo’s body reacted to her—not just the blood, but the touch.
Momo’s begging was the sweetest symphony Jihyo had ever heard. Her thighs trembled as Jihyo’s cold fingers hooked into the silk of her panties, peeling them away like unwrapping a gift she’d waited centuries to claim.
Jihyo pressed her mouth to Momo’s inner thigh, leaving a trail of cold, wet kisses along the tender skin. “Spread wider for me,” Jihyo commanded, her voice guttural and dark.
Momo obeyed without hesitation. She hooked her arms under her knees and pulled them back, fully exposing herself to Jihyo’s hungry gaze. She felt completely bare—physically, emotionally. The cool air of the room caressed her most intimate parts, but she didn’t feel cold.
Jihyo felt her control snap. The sight of Momo open and willing, her sex glistening with need, was more than she could handle. She’d waited sixty years for this moment, and suddenly she felt like a starving animal.
Jihyo descended on Momo. She didn’t lick or tease—she devoured. She spread Momo’s folds with her thumbs, exposing her clit, and latched onto it like a starving woman at a feast.
Momo cried out, her back arching so hard it hurt. But Jihyo didn’t care. She sucked and nibbled on Momo’s sensitive bud like it was the most delicious fruit she’d ever tasted.
“Jihyo—!” Momo screamed, her fingers fisting in Jihyo's long dark hair. “I’m gonna— oh fuck, I’m gonna come just from your—”
Momo’s screams echoed off the walls as she came harder than she ever had in her life. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, grinding her pussy against Jihyo’s merciless mouth. Tears streamed down her face, her vision blurring as white-hot pleasure overwhelmed her senses.
Jihyo didn’t stop. She kept lapping at Momo’s trembling entrance, drinking her release like fine wine. When Momo tried to pull away, overwhelmed, Jihyo’s hands pressed her thighs down harder.
“No—” Momo whimpered, her voice breaking. “Please, I can’t— another one, I can’t—”
“You can,” Jihyo’s voice was a low thrum against Momo’s overheated skin. “And you will.”
She shifted, sliding two cold fingers into Momo’s dripping wetness without warning. They curled upward, pressing against a spot that made Momo sob aloud. Her thumb found Momo’s clit again, rubbing tight, perfect circles.
“Jihyo, I’m not—”
“You’re not what?” Jihyo murmured, her fingers pumping steadily, her thumb relentless. “You’re not ready for another? But your body says otherwise.” She added a third finger, stretching Momo deliciously. “Look at how wet you are. Look at how you’re clenching around me.”
Momo couldn’t look. Her thighs began quivering, her walls fluttering around Jihyo’s fingers as another orgasm built rapidly inside her. Her eyes rolled back, her lips parting in soundless screams.
“Too much,” she choked out, her body straining toward release while also trying to escape it. “Please, Jihyo, I’m begging you.”
Jihyo’s cold fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot again. “Begging for what? More?” Her thumb pressed down hard on Momo’s clit, grinding it mercilessly. “Or begging me to stop?”
Momo’s breath came out in broken, desperate gasps. She didn’t know anymore. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming—her body was a live wire sparking out of control.
“Both—” she cried. “I don’t know! Keep going, I beg you, stop, I can’t—”
The confession only made Jihyo smile.
“Poor baby,” Jihyo cooed mockingly, her fingers moving faster, deeper. “You want me to stop giving you what you obviously want?” She leaned down, her cold breath ghosting over Momo’s red, swollen clit.
“Or do you want me to keep going until you break? Until you come so many times you pass out?” Jihyo’s lips brushed against Momo’s clit, her fingers curling inside her. “Answer me truthfully, Momo. What do you want?”
Momo’s body shuddered uncontrollably. She was past thinking rationally. Her hands flew to Jihyo’s hair, gripping it tightly as she pulled her face harder against her pussy. “I want... I want you to keep going,” she confessed hoarsely. “I want you to—”
“To what?” Jihyo prompted darkly, sucking Momo’s clit into her mouth. “Make you come until you can’t speak? Until you’re a limp, satisfied mess? Until you’re so sensitive you can’t stand anything touching your pussy?”
“Say it, Momo,” Jihyo ordered, her fingers pumping furiously. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your needy little cunt.”
Momo’s head thrashed from side to side, her moans getting higher and more desperate. She’d never been talked to like this before—never been so completely dominated. It made her even wetter, if that was possible.
“I want—” she sobbed, her thighs shaking violently. “I want you to ruin me. I want you to make me come so hard I—”
“So hard you what?” Jihyo’s cold tongue lashed against Momo’s clit as she added a fourth finger, stretching Momo's entrance wide. “So hard you forget your own name? So hard you spray all over my face” She bit down gently on Momo’s inner thigh. “So hard you can’t walk tomorrow?”
Momo’s hips thrust up violently at the biting sensation, her pussy gripping Jihyo’s fingers so hard she thought she’d break them. “All of that!” she screamed. “Just fucking do it! Make me come so hard I can’t even see!”
Jihyo’s dark laugh vibrated against Momo’s sensitive flesh. “That’s my girl.”
Momo’s world exploded. Her internal muscles clamped around Jihyo’s hand in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses.
“You’re a mess,” Jihyo whispered against her temple, her voice back to that smooth, velvet rasp. She pulled the heavy duvet over both of them, cocooning Momo.
“Sleep now,” Jihyo murmured into the dark, “I’ll clean you up.”
Word Count: 6.8k
Smut/A secret second thing/Smut
Summary: Jihyo decides that she wants to leave you feral all day, it backfires.
TW: THIS IS ABOUT FUCKING! Aggressive top jihyo, public sex, degrading, teasing, intentionally making someone jealous, there is theme park sex happening. Momo and Nayeon are present, more Momo than Nayeon.
A/N: Happy 3 Months of Cry4Mina! I truly never thought it would be this much fun and I'm so grateful to all those who follow me and show support for me and my writing! <3
I guess the smut didn't really take me that long at all. Thank you to the human who wishes to remain anonymous for helping me name the fic and letting me rant about it. And also @myouicieloz for constantly keeping me sane while I write LMAOOOOO
As always, DMs and Asks are open for feedback and requests! :)<3 love u mean it. drink water.
Strong arms wrap themselves around you, wiggling a little closer to your body with a few heavy restful breaths. Eyelashes graze across your neck, a few lazy kisses placed along your jaw and a soft “good morning, baby” lightly draws you out of your dreams.
You stretch, shaking off some of the stiffness of drowsiness before turning to your side, nuzzling into Jihyo further, putting your head against her chest, arms mirroring hers in the way of draping around her.
“Still sleepy, my love?” her digits gently slide up the back of your neck, twirling your hair softly while placing a few languid pecks down your cheeks.
“Mhmm..” followed by a small sigh into her skin as you relax into her.
“We’ve got big plans today, remember? We are going to the amusement park with Nayeon and Momo, but…” her fingers trail down your bare back, lips brushing across yours.
“I’d love to start the day with those cute sleepy moans you make.” Her hand grips you tightly, locking you in place against her.
Jihyo’s other hand finds its way between your legs. Ghosting her middle finger up and down your slit, her touch gets just a little more pressure with every pass of your clit. Sluggishly trying to match her pace for a moment before she stops moving her fingers all together.
Eyes still half lidded from slumber, you arch your back and press your chest into hers like it’s muscle memory. She giggles into your mouth, teasing you more with each feeble lunge of your hips.
Jihyo smirks, rolling you onto your back and sweeps one of her legs over you to straddle one of your thighs, fixing herself so she can grind down on you without removing her lips from yours.
A small whine slips from your throat and she slides her tongue into your mouth, taking the opportunity as it presents itself. She slides her pussy across your thigh, inciting a primal reaction from you.
What started slow and sweet, rapidly gets hot and heavy. Your hands are navigating around her body, desperately trying to get her to finish what she started.
Whining tandemly, the song of want emerges from the two of you tangled in each other, she breaks the kiss. Noses caressing each other while she studies the desperation seeping through your skin.
“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” whispered into your mouth. The tone is seductive and irresistible.
Feeling her slick drip down your thigh, Jihyo was in a mood today and you were happy to take full advantage of that.
The question burns in her eyes and you give her the silent permission she asks for. Breath shuddering as she lowers her mouth to your chest, leaving a tightly woven line of opened mouth kisses with a few soft bites sprinkled in between.
She makes her way down your stomach and to your hips, biting your hip bones before trailing her tongue down to your inner thigh.
“I want you- shit, please” almost voiceless in anticipation of what patterns her tongue is going to draw.
“You already have me, darling. Just tell me how you want me.” Another push of encouragement, she just wanted to hear you say what your body was craving from her.
Jihyo places her elbows down on the sheets between your legs, holding her chin with one of her hands and returning to tease your slit once again, lazily gliding her finger up and down, patiently waiting for you.
“Fuuuuck- Hyo, please! I need to feel your tongue on me!” rocking your hips forward to get closer to her.
“You looks so pretty when you’re desperate like this but…” She’s stone-faced…that can only mean one thing.
“I don’t think that was good enough, honey. Maybe you should try again?” her eyebrow raises, patiently waiting for a reply. It wasn’t exactly rare to see her so…dominant, but it always kind of sprung itself on you, not that you were complaining.
“Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeee just fuck me, baby” wanting her was an understatement, you were absolutely spiraling down a cyclone of pure need.
“Who?” gently slapping your clit one, two, three times and you jolt under every smack.
“Sorry…-M-mommy fu- fuck, please!” whimpered between the splattering of your wetness
“Good girl.” a devious grin graces her face before she gets to work.
Aggressively swiping her tongue up your pussy and gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks just like you liked. The slurping sounds she made on you only makes you want it more.
Jihyo is holding you down by the hips, persistently licking your clit before she slides 2 fingers inside you, not giving you any time to adjust.
Without any shame about the ache sitting in your cunt, you thrust your hips up into her mouth and back down onto her fingers. She slows her licks down, fingers digging deep into you, building and building the knot that was going to burst at any moment.
“Mommy…right fucking there, Please don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!” The thread about to break, you are about to come undone beneath her when you both hear a vibration coming from the nightstand. Jihyo’s getting a call from Momo.
“Please keep going, I’m so close… feels so good unghh…Mommy, pleaseeeee!” still one hundred percent in this, not giving a single shit about that phone call.
A light bulb goes off in her head, you can see the sparkle in her eye as she keeps her fingers moving. She starts to suck on your clit harshly, pushing you even closer to the edge. .
“Oh fuck, right fucking there- I’m gonna cum!”
Jihyo completely removes herself from you, stands up and walks over to her phone, dragging her wet fingers up your torso as you writhe on the bed, completely infuriated that she would just stop.
“WHY would you do that?! Baby, I was about to c-”
“Hey Momo! …Yes, we are almost ready. Y/n just has to shower and then we will be on our way to come get you both!”
If looks could kill, Jihyo would be dead. You stand up, legs shaking from the tension built up that is now trapped in you and running through your limbs like an endless circuit.
Storming off to the bathroom, you fling the door open in frustration. The smack of the doorknob on the wall startles your girlfriend who is still on the phone.
“I'll text you when we are on the way, okay?…alright, I’ll see you soon…okay, bye Momo!” you can hear the grin that’s plastered on her face when she hangs up the phone. Giggling to herself, She’s so proud of herself for ruining your orgasm, she can’t even contain it.
Meanwhile, your palms on the counter, looking up at yourself in the mirror to see you completely disheveled, shaking, and dawning a thin sheen of sweat laid onto your skin. Agony wreaks havoc inside you, unable to focus on much but the feeling of emptiness between your legs.
Jihyo walks into view, leaning her shoulder and head against the door frame with that cheeky smile on her face, arms crossed to push her tits up, teasing you just that much more.
“Baby, don’t be upset” sauntering over with a pout.
She hugs you from behind, pressing her chest into your back and kissing your shoulder before resting her chin on it. Fingertips tracing down your sides, and over your thigh, grazing your heat with the lightest of touches.
Bending over the quartz surface, you back up into her. Not allowing an inch of space between the two of you, wiggling your ass on her.
“Please…I can’t be like this all day, baby. Don’t you want to taste me again?” A whiney attempt at trying to bait her into letting you cum.
“I promise that I won’t let you fall asleep tonight without cumming for me, okay?” lips brushing down your spine paired with a few tender pecks, finger still toying with your clit, and the fire pooling low in your stomach sits painfully heavy. Panting in response to the sensations.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy when you’re like this” passionately murmured between the kisses and little love bites.
“I love seeing how much you want me…” dipping her finger between your lips, gathering some of your essence on her fingers.
“Look how needy you are for me, baby” pressing her middle finger against her thumb before pulling them apart, revealing how drenched you were with a thick string of slick.
Panting as you watch her and not breaking eye contact, she licks you off her fingers. Shuddering when she grabs your chin harshly, pressing her forehead against yours, and sliding her hand down your neck. Pecking your lips enough so you get a taste of yourself before winking at you and then stepping into the shower and turning it on.
Frozen in pure lust, jaw on the floor, you just stand and take in the fact that you were going to have to go about your day like this AND she was intentionally making it worse…
“Oh, fuck you!” hissed out into the bathroom.
A cackle echos off the tiles in the shower along with the water hitting the floor and draining. Peeking her head around the shower curtain to see you standing there half way dissociated, she smirks again thinking it’s just her leaving you orgasmless that’s making you this way.
“You coming, darling? I made sure it was cold just to shock the horny out of you” ushering you into the shower, disregarding the state you were in.
“Not until later, apparently!” frustration lingers in the space. You are already trying to create a plan on how you’d get revenge on her for this.
—
The car ride was quiet, staying silent even when Jihyo would talk to you. Still pissed off and too wound up to even pretend like you weren’t second away from touching yourself in the passenger seat. Carelessly cross your legs and squeeze them together to get some kind of relief.
“No, baby!” Jihyo takes one of her hands off the wheel and swats your thighs to tell you to uncross them.
“None of that now, I want all of that for later, hm? Plus you haven’t said a word to me so why should I reward you?” The cocky smirk makes you want smack it off her face but your mind wanders to riding her mouth instead.
Sure, this was a fun game to play, but edging the entire day after a ruined orgasm and cruel intentional teasing wasn’t something you wanted to do, at least today.
“I hate you.” Arms crossed across your chest as you look out the passenger window daydreaming about satiating the painful ache inside of you.
“Honey, you know that's not true.” watching her in the reflection, scoffing at her as she starts pouting again.
Unable to see her reach over, she grabs your hand, lacing her fingers with yours and kissing the top of your hand to try to soften you a little bit. You weren’t going to budge, tugging your hand out of hers, making sure she saw the annoyed look on your face before crossing your arms again.
“You are so mad at me!” chuckling hard enough to startle you.
“Baby, if you can be good for me today…” car stopping right in front of Nayeon and Momo’s shared apartment.
Jihyo puts her car into park and turns to face you. It’s hard not to look into her big brown eyes, they were your weakness. She uses that to her advantage, another cute pout dawns her face.
“Y/n…” whined out and she grabbed your hand again, resting her chin on your palm so you hold her face, an attempt to get you to break and crack a smile. It almost works.
“I’ll give you exactly what you want when we get home, okay baby? Just be a good girl for me today and I’ll-”
Jihyo cut off by the sound of the back seat opening, Momo and Nayeon climb in and greet the two of you, prompting Jihyo to rotate and get ready to drive again. Nayeon offers a sweet happy “Hiiii!” and Momo seems to be dreading the day ahead.
The ride to the park carries on as you’d expect, soft music plays through while the three of them chat about the park you were currently headed to and the rides they wanted to go on. Not really being a theme park person, you just sat and tried to plot how you were going to get revenge on Jihyo for this morning's antics.
“What do you mean you don’t like rollercoasters?!” Jihyo’s voice carries loudly through the smaller space, pulling you out of the daydream you were having.
“I just don’t like them…I only agreed because Nayeon said that she would take me to that new expensive restaurant tomorrow if I agreed to go today…” Momo groaned, definitely not happy to be in this situation.
“Don’t worry, Momo” speaking up for the first time since they’ve gotten in the car. Jihyo was surprised when you chimed in, especially after being silent aside from the few words you have before they got into the car.
“I'll stay with you while these two run a muck, I’m not really in a roller coaster mood today, but let's do the other rides with them”
“I thought this was something you wanted to do? I wanted to go on some roller coasters with you today.” side eyeing you from the driver seat, she seems a little pissed off when you realize the possibility here.
“I’ve already been on one today, thanks.” tension now apparent to the others present.
“But you’ve got Nayeon to go on roller coasters with, baby! I can keep Momo company while you wait in the lines.” your grin is a little too wide for Jihyo’s liking and it very much seemed like you had an ulterior motive.
Before you and Jihyo started dating, you mentioned to her one time about how you thought Momo was attractive and she never let you forget it. Always seemingly a little more defensive when you were around her. Jealous when Momo made you laugh or if you got too close to her.
You didn’t really know each other too well but you knew that Jihyo would be watching you when you were close to her. That is exactly what you wanted.
Momo and Nayeon can sense something is up but they can’t see the furrowing of her brows, and the way she is biting the inside of her cheeks to know for certain. She reaches over and grabs your hand, seemingly a little anxious that maybe she made you a little too mad this morning. Maybe she teased you a little too much.
Squeezing her hand for a little for some reassurance, still not looking at her. You absolutely were still upset about that morning but it was all part of the game…the one she didn’t realize that she was still playing. Plan set in motion, you were going to get exactly what you wanted from her…and hopefully, sooner than anticipated.
–
Walking into the park, you take the path to the right and start riding the rides in order. The roller coasters were usually towards the back of the park, so most of the ones up front were a yes for everyone. The lines weren’t too long and you were enjoying the distraction from your hopeless desire for Jihyo, when they were present.
Jihyo was extremely affectionate with you when the opportunity presented itself. Maybe she did actually feel bad for how this morning went… Holding you from behind, barely letting go of your hand, and pressing her lips against your shoulders and cheeks anytime she had the opening to.
She wouldn’t let you leave her side for more than 5 minutes before searching for you, the clinginess is cute…you are almost sorry for what you were about to do.
“Wasn't this that rollercoaster you were talking about last night, baby? You and Nayeon should go on it!” pushing her to the line with Nayeon.
“Yes! Let’s go!” Nayeon takes off, leaving Momo behind with you and Jihyo who is furrowing her brows at you again. She looks too cute when she’s frustrated.
Momo and you look at each other, having not spent a lot of time alone together, she’s not really sure where to start a conversation with you.
“Uhm…do you want to go get a snack?” remembering that Momo was partial to foods and maybe you could find some common ground.
“Oh, Absolutely!” heading to the food cart near the ride that they were on so you weren’t out of sight…you wanted to make sure she watched what was about to happen.
Grabbing a churro and a large pretzel, you and momo found a bench to sit on. You talked about a few different things and found that you actually did have some common ground. Enjoying a lot of the same flavors of food broke the ice between the two of you.
You asked about her and what her schedules were like, understanding a little more than most about how time consuming they could be because of your girlfriend who was looking over and scowling every few minutes. Unable to stifle the laugh when you see it, Momo looks at you in confusion.
“What’s so funny?”
“Jihyo and I…we had a moment this morning before we came and picked you and Nayeon up. She’s been so clingy because she thinks I’m mad at her…and she keeps looking over here and making this face like she’s annoyed, I think she’s getting a little jealous because I’ve been cold with her a little today.” giggles lacing the explanation.
“Wait, why would she be jealous? I’m not going to hit on you…wait, not that you aren’t worthy of me hitting on you, but you’re obviously with Jihyo…not that I’m trying to hit on you or anything…not saying that I wouldn’t but it would be rude of me…to do that” stammering through the sentence and flustering herself, she turns bright red, unable to shield her embarrassment.
“Relax, relax” you assure her.
“Listen, I’m actually trying to make her a little jealous…Would you be interested in helping me stoke the fire? You won’t have to do anything crazy.” asking for consent before carrying on with the plan you hatched.
“...I don’t know, I mean she is my friend. What did you have in mind?” hesitant to agree, though she does have a small smile on her face.
“Wait, I have to know…what did she do that made you mad?” now wanting the context of the situation.
“Well, uhm, I don’t mind telling you but it’s definitely TMI.” a warning before the tale.
“I live with Nayeon, there is no such thing as TMI. Especially because of the sounds that her and Jeongyeon make when she comes to stay the night…trust me, I’ll be okay. Spill!” chuckled back to you.
“Okay, so you know this morning when you called?”
Momo nods her head.
“Well we were in the middle of something and I was about to…you know…and she stopped and answered the phone…and never came back to finish what she started. But she sure did come back to make sure I stayed in that state and mindset” blinking a few times for emphasis.
“Oh, she’s evil for that. Also, so sorry! I would never intentionally cock block you.” containing her laughter as best she could, she wasn’t trying to make you feel bad.
“Okay, I’ll bite. I would be so mad if someone left me like that.” agreeing to your plan.
Momo was very stunning and that was easy to admit. Her muscular arms were enough to cause a scene, beautiful face, charming voice and she cooks? She was quite the catch. Jihyo being aware of the way you view Momo made it almost too perfect.
Your hand travels up to her exposed bicep and rests there. Momo looks over at Jihyo, who is gawking at the two of you and typing furiously on her phone without even looking down.
The table vibrates.
Someone got a text message.
Momo looks at you, waiting for you to reach for your phone to see if it was exactly what you both knew it was.
“I want to see what happens if I just ignore it.” poking Jihyo even harder as you start tracing the outline of Momo’s shoulders and giving her the “fuck me” eyes.
“Do you think she’s still looking?” Momo was afraid to look where her members were waiting.
Phone pinging rapidly against the table, a slew of text messages barrage your phone. Making sure to roll your eyes just to add insult to injury before picking up your phone and seeing what your girlfriend had sent you.
Baby<3: why are you that close to her?
Baby<3: what are you doing…
Baby<3: y/n…
Baby<3: why the fuck are you touching her like that?
Baby<3: Answer me.
Baby<3: Now.
“Oh, she is definitely looking and she is definitely pissed.” giggling, putting your hand back on her arm, but her forearm this time. Swinging your head back to where Nayeon and Jihyo were in line, Nayeon is covering her mouth and trying not to laugh and Jihyo’s arms are crossed, staring daggers at the two of you.
“She looks pretty upset…are you sure you want to keep this up?” an apprehensive tone out of Momo as Jihyo and Nayeon step into the ride, getting seated, and fixing the safety equipment so it fits them the way it’s supposed to.
Jihyo’s eyes never leave you.
Winking at her and blowing her a kiss right before the ride launches off, you cackle when she’s out of sight. Momo isn’t really sure how to react to you seeing how mad Jihyo was.
“So you want her angry…as revenge?”
“More jealous, but I’ll take angry too.”
“Won’t this…start a fight or something? Wouldn’t that be counterproductive?” questioning your motives.
“You said there was no TMI right?” ready to spill the tea to her, knowing she would understand after you said it out loud.
“Right.”
“She gets very…passionate…when she’s jealous…but she knows I would never cheat on her.” letting Momo in further to the game you were playing, the roller coaster still going, slingshotting over your head.
Looking up at Jihyo as she passes over you, hand still on Momo when it happens and you can see the flash of rage on her face as she and Nayeon pass by.
“This is literally so she will be…more aggressive…with you?” finally putting the pieces together.
Nodding your head with a devious smile, she can’t help but belly laugh at the plan you put together.
“I know we are just getting to know each other now but I can see why you’re together. Especially if this is the response you have to what happened between you this morning. It’s like a game and I think we both know how competitive she is.” Nodding in agreement with herself.
“Let’s just hope it goes the way I think it will. So far, she’s losing!” chuckling with Momo about the shared information. Even if your plan fell through, at least you were sure you had made a better friend out of Momo.
Jihyo and Nayeon get off the ride, walking back over to you and the tension in Jihyo is palpable. She’s trying to mask it while Nayeon talks to her but when she approaches you, she sits between you and Momo on the bench, slamming her hand down on your thigh and squeezing as a reminder of her title.
“Let’s head to the next one, the app says it’s only a 20 minute wait!” Nayeon sings loudly before standing and taking off. The three of you stand, Jihyo in silence, and you and Momo carry on the previous conversation you were having about food.
Jihyo grabs your hand vigorously, trying to get your attention. Even with the harsh display of affection, you made sure to stay present in the conversation with Momo, much to Jihyo’s dismay.
Jihyo scoffs at you, throwing your hand that wasn’t holding hers down and walking, faster than both of you.
Another few minutes and you were at the next ride, Jihyo and Nayeon get in line, you and Momo take a seat in view and continue on with your plan. Still talking about random topics, your hands tugging on the sleeves of the tank top she was wearing, and Jihyo burning holes into your skin and sending more angry text messages.
Too bad your phone was on “Do not disturb”
“She’s really pissed, Y/n…maybe we should stop…” Momo is looking up at Jihyo, whose hands are now balled into fists, visibly clenched so tight that she probably shouldn’t even be going on this roller coaster. Nayeon is trying to get her attention, snapping her fingers in front of Jihyo’s face but it does nothing.
“Maybe I’ll lay off a little. She does look a little more rage filled than expected…” worried that you might have forced Jihyo past the point of return.
The ride being quick and easy, Jihyo and Nayeon only being gone for a little over 25 minutes, you suggest something everyone would be up for.
“There is that haunted house dark ride that’s kind of cheesy, we could do that one!” you reach for Jihyo’s hand as a peace offering, she’s quick to pull away and start walking towards the ride mentioned.
Momo and you look at each other, Momo has a tight lipped smile, concerned at the scene that was silently unfolding around you. Nayeon has some cotton candy and is so focused on eating it that she doesn’t even realize what’s playing out before everyone.
Running to catch up to your girlfriend, you grab her hand before she can pull away.
“Hey…hey” pulling her to a stop. She’s so mad she won’t even make eye contact with you, face holding a look of frustration that you’ve only seen in very heated situations that usually have nothing to do with you.
Wrapping your arms around her neck, her hands coming up to your waist like they usually did, showing you that she was, in fact, present for what you were about to say.
“I was only trying to make you jealous…I just wanted you to be upset with me and take it out on me tonight is all…I’ll stop being a brat...Okay?” almost pleading with her to see that it was all a part of the game. .
“I know what you wanted…But you don’t need to fucking hang all over Momo and throw a tantrum because you didn’t cum this morning.” tone heavy, almost spiteful.
There’s a quiver between your legs, this is exactly what you wanted but this was not the time to tell her that.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’ll stop, okay? Just please- let’s enjoy the rest of the day. You deserve to have fun and not have to worry about something so silly. I love you. No one else.”
Leaning in to hug her, she doesn’t pull away from you. Jihyo just lets you hold her, reciprocating the movement but the tension was still there. Hoping to ease the stress, you kiss her lips tenderly.
She smiles at you devotedly, squeezes your hand a little and guides you into the line of the ride.
Jihyo has this air about her now, standing behind you with her hand never leaving the small of your back. She’s almost defensive posture the entire wait for the ride, though it’s not an aggressive stance, but the vibe of it is “this is mine.”
“Alright, two people in a buggy, please!” the worker at the front of the line shouts over the crowds of people.
Momo and Nayeon get seated in the one in front of you, the line of hooded seats moves up and stops. Climbing in from the left side and shuffling a step to the end, Jihyo gets in after you. She’s oddly stoic, inexpressive about everything. Usually she was so excited for this ride.
Placing a hand on Jihyo’s forearm, you see her eyes follow your movements, carefully watching you. Taking your hand down into hers, lifting it over her shoulders, and placing your arm around her. Scooting closer to you, her head resting on your shoulder and linking your fingers together.
This is peculiar to you. She was just borderline seething, then she was too calm, and now she’s cuddling you? Something’s not right…
The covered spheres you sat in started shifting once more, gradually making their way down the track. The lights dim as you make your way down the tunnel, leisurely launching into the water as the ride begins.
The score for the ride starts to play through the hidden speakers, you feel a finger tracing the hem of your shorts on your upper thighs, getting closer and closer to where your legs meet every time they make a pass.
“You know,” snapping you out of the trance the feather light touches put you in.
“I really don’t appreciate the attention you’ve been giving Momo today…” not even bothering to look up at you, just continuing to trail her fingers.
“And I don’t like that you ignored my texts and didn’t stop after seeing them…even if it was just to get my attention” Her fingers walk up to the waistband of your shorts and pause for only a moment.
“That being said,” unbuttoning your shorts before you can protest.
“Jihyo, we are in public! What are you doing?!” through clenched teeth, trying to push her hand away from where it threatened to touch.
“I thought this was what you wanted, hm? To be punished? Isn’t this one of your fantasies? Isn’t this why you wanted me jealous in the first place? ” seductively into your ear, before she starts kissing and biting your neck.
Muffling a groan that erupted as soon as her teeth sunk into your skin, you turned your head to kiss her but she grabbed your face roughly. Fingers on one cheek, thumb on the other, and palm on your chin, she forces your head forward and holds it in place.
“Oh, no, no, baby. You don’t get to kiss me right now. You need to focus on keeping your mouth shut.” Condescendingly spat as she begins sliding her hand down your underwear and cupping your pussy.
“Rock your hips. Now.” pushing her middle finger between your lips, the contact on your clit makes you jolt, and puts you right back at being a needy mess like you were this morning.
“Go ahead, baby. Grind into my finger. I can feel how desperate you are…be a good slut and do as I say.” Lowly growling to let you know she wasn’t kidding and removing her hand from your face.
Gasping at her tone and positioning yourself in a way that would feel the best given the situation, you bucked your hips up against her fingers harshly. She’s not even looking at you as you pathetically hump her hand, trying to keep your breathing even, small whines leave your lips and you pick up the pace.
“Stop. I fucking told you to keep quiet. Now you’ll suffer.” the words echo in your brain, you halt immediately but almost cry at the loss of sensation.
The ride is still spinning and moving through scenes and stages but with the way you're sitting, no one can tell where her hand is.
“Jihyo…” a soft plea for her to make some form of movement on you.
“I’ll do what I please with what is mine.” holding her hand in the same position, it’s completely drenched from your cunt and you just need to feel something. Completely frustrated at the way she was messing with you.
“Fine! Then, if you're going to do what you want then, so will I!” stuttering your hips again, using her hand in a nearly frantic manner.
Jihyo just laughs at the act, removing her hand from your shorts and pushing you back down into your spot on the bench. She’s watching you closely, the primal need in your eyes, how you couldn’t find a comfortable seat.
You have finally reached your breaking point.
“UGH! Stop toying with me! I just need to c- cum! I’ll do anything, baby. Just fuck me already!”
A villainous laugh reverberates through her chest, a devilish grin, and a hand wraps around your neck, squeezing the sides, and pulling you in for a heated kiss.
Tongues dance amongst each other, eager in her movements and very much in control. Her hand makes its way to your cunt again and she pushes a single finger inside of you, it’s enough to incite a gasp from your lips.
Unable to control yourself, you start thrusting your hips again. She pulls her finger out of you, instantly.
“I didn’t tell you to fucking move.” taking her hand off your throat, about to remove her other hand from your shorts but you grab her forearm, grinding against her hand again.
“Please, baby…I need you. I fucking need you!” getting so close to her face that you can feel her breath on your skin.
She’s trying to keep calm but the fire behind her eyes was telling you she was anything but.
Was she actually in control here?
Only one way to know for sure.
“Mommy…please, I need you inside me. Fucking, please!” A sense of urgency in your voice and the way you grasp at her shoulders has her about to pounce when all of a sudden, the ride comes to an unexpected stop, both of you now frozen, worried you’d been seen.
“Hello! We are experiencing technical difficulties. Please keep your arms and legs inside of the attraction vehicles and we will have the ride up and running in no time!” crackles over the intercom.
Faces inches apart, Jihyo’s jaw tensing as she looks out to see that the buggy you were in was facing a wall, no one could see into it. A lucky coincidence.
Making eye contact with her, you remove her hand from your shorts. The confusion on her face shines through the darkness. You hook your thumbs in your shorts and slide them off completely.
Jihyo’s eyes widened in shock, not expecting you to remove half your clothes on an amusement park ride.The look turns to hunger in a half second and you recognize the shift in her. She was about to devour you.
“That’s how bad you want it, huh? Willing to get half naked in public, just to feel me?” Lifting your legs, she rotates your hips towards her, pulling your calves hostilely so you lay down in the seat that was roomy for 2 people.
She pushes your thighs against your chest and stares down at your drenched cunt.
Licking the padding of 3 of her fingers, she slaps your pussy with an audible smack, not worried about how sensitive you were in the slightest.
“Think you can flirt with Momo all fucking day, and then I’m just going to fuck you?” Venomously hissed through the sounds of people chattering around you. They were waiting for the ride to start again, you were hoping it would be a while.
“What is it about her, hm?” Another smack.
“Do you think she could make you this wet?” This smack harder than all the other ones, but you knew she could do better.
“Who do you think made me this wet in the first place?” with a tenseness that matched the state of your yearning.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She slams her full palm right on your cunt, you jolt and let out a silent cry as your entire body starts to tingle from the antagonistic slaps of Jihyo.
“Can you cum like this? Should you even cum at all?” splattering your soaked cunt’s fluids all over her own legs and hand.
Without warning, she slams two fingers into you. It takes everything you have to not let out a sound. Gripping anything you could, you tried to say quiet, the hardest task assigned because all you wanted to do was cry.
“I don’t fucking care. Be a good little whore and shut the fuck up.” lowering her head, teasing you with the tip of her tongue.
Relentlessly fucking into you, it takes all the control you were quickly losing to keep your moans in, not that the other sounds emanating from you were any quieter.
Feeling yourself making a mess, you decide to take a little control from her. Running your fingers through her hair, gripping her locks and mercilessly rocking onto her tongue at a steady speed.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck- Hyo, I’m gonna fucking cum!”
She shoves another finger into your entrance unexpectedly, causing you to cry out- pulsing around her fingers and finally gaining the release you've been chasing all day. Thighs tighten around her head, holding her in place while you ride your orgasm out but her fingers don’t stop thrusting.
“Baby, what -mmmhhhh fuck, oh my fucking god!”
“The whimpering whining whore wanted to cum so badly, right? So fucking cum.” Slapping your clit over and over again. You can’t help but get loud for her, velvet laced grunts and adrenaline filled moans flee from your lungs in a race to fill the air.
“Shhh! Keep it down or I’ll stop and leave you like this again!” stiffly whispered to you when she got up onto her knees to lean over you.
“Wouldn’t that be so sad? Let me help you.” Shoving her fingers covered in your own slick into your mouth to keep you quiet and placing the palm of the other right on your clit, fingers curling up into you so hard that you can’t even govern your own body.
Vision starts to fade, the sensations are almost too much for you to bear. Muscles tensing throughout you as you dissolve into your own pleasure. Explosions and shockwaves ripple through the fibers of your being, leaving trails of electricity across your skin.
Jerking and contorting under her, you can’t make much sound with her fingers halfway down your throat but the taste of your own cum from her finger adds to your state of bliss. You’re sure to suck every bit of yourself off her before she lazily pulls them from your mouth.
She’s got a smirk on her face like she just won a war when she watches you do it, unable to contain the victory smile she was prepared with.
You are completely fucked out, leaking onto the seat, huffing and just trying to catch your breath. Putting your hand on her cheek before she makes her descent.
“Was that what you wanted?” Jihyo questions, cleaning you with her tongue. Twitching out of sensitivity under her touch, completely swollen and unsure if you’ll even be able to sit properly for the rest of the day.
All you can do is nod your head, too weak to even think about speaking. She helps you put your shorts back on and sits you up right before letting you lean into her until you regain some of your energy.
The ride starts moving again, people start cheering as you make your way through the rest of the tunnel, not even remembering what attraction you were on in the first place. She’s pointing out the things she thinks would spark your interest indicating that she was no longer frustrated with you, at least to the same extent as before.
Momo and Nayeon get off the ride first, waiting for the two of you at the exit when your buggy pulls up. Jihyo steps over you to get out first so she can help you stand, grateful for this because of how unsteady your legs were.
Her hand around your waist as you walk out into the sun, happily feeling the warmth of the day. Jihyo points out a table with benches attached, walking everyone over to have a seat and discuss further plans.
“Y/n, are you okay?” Momo asks, noticing your energy change.
“Yes. Just a little tired.” winking at her.
“…wait…is that what I heard?…you didn’t…”
Jihyo butts in, suggesting to head over to an ice cream shop around the corner and everyone agrees. Momo and Nayeon are distracted with each other when you lean in and kiss Jihyo on the cheek.
“Thank you, baby”
“Don’t thank me just yet, I still have plans for you once we get home.”
