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.
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.
Could you possibly do a one shot where gp Jihyo and reader are having s3x and Jihyo gets a bit rough. yn calls her out on it, making Jihyo more cautious and they continue making love where Jihyo tends to her softly.
If u can't write it, that's OK too! Hope youre doing ok
𓂃 ❤︎ be soft, please.
𓂃 pairings . g!p jihyo x fem!reader
𓂃 synopsis . things are going great until jihyo gets a little too carried away. you literally just have to say the word and she instantly melts into a protective, cautious sweetheart.
𓂃 warns . smut/fluff. not alot to warn! well jihyo has a cock. (duh). cumming on tummy.
𓂃 a/n: cute req<3 not a very long fic but here u go !!
jihyo presses your back against the mattress, kneeling between your thighs as her hard cock stands proud.
she presses the head of her cock against your slick opening, letting you adjust to the sheer size of her. you catch your breath as she slowly begins to push forward, inch by inch, parting your sensitive folds and filling you so full that it makes your toes curl.
as a soft gasp escapes your lips at the sudden stretch, jihyo immediately leans down to kiss it away, her hips pressing flush against yours.
the way you stretch to accommodate her makes jihyo let out a low, ragged growl against your lips, her grip tightening on your hips as she buries herself deeply inside you.
at first, jihyo keeps to a steady, even rhythm, pulling almost all the way back before sliding deep inside you again. the wet friction of her skin against yours makes a soft, slick sound against the quiet bedroom.
but the tight heat of your pussy makes her steady pace hard to maintain. her breathing turns ragged against your mouth, her jaw clenching as she starts driving into you faster.
her hips start rolling harder, pushing forward with quick, short thrusts that grind heavy against your pelvis.
she grips your hips tighter, holding you firmly to the mattress as her slow control snaps. her movements turn increasingly fast and urgent, her cock head nudging your cervix over and over with a sudden, rough force that leaves you breathless beneath her.
the relentless speed knocks the air right out of your chest. your hands slip from her shoulders to claw at the sheets, your cunt taking every hard, heavy shove from her shaft.
she’s completely lost in the rhythm now, her head buried in your shoulder, driving her cock into you fast and deep without any sign of slowing down.
"j-jihyo—wait, stop," you choke out, your voice broken as you call her out. "you’re moving too fast.."
she freezes instantly.
your words act like an immediate brake, snapping her right out of the haze. she stops mid-thrust, her muscles locking up as she holds her breath, her cock resting still inside your tight heat while her chest heaves heavily against yours.
she slowly lifts her head, her eyes wide and blinking rapidly as she focuses back on your face. the frantic look in her eyes completely melts away, replaced by an instant wave of soft, cautious concern.
"sorry," she breathes out, her voice dropping to a gentle, shaky murmur. her hands immediately relax their tight grip on your hips, her palms sliding up to cup your cheeks, rubbing her thumbs softly against your skin. "did i hurt you? i’m so sorry, sweet girl. i got carried away."
you reach up to wrap your fingers around her wrists, giving them a small, reassuring squeeze. "it’s okay, you didn’t hurt me. just slow down a little bit and keep it steady."
hearing your voice makes the tension drain from jihyo’s shoulders. she lets out a long, shaky breath, her forehead leaning down against yours for a brief second in relief before she nods.
"slow and steady, got it," she murmurs, her voice soft.
keeping her eyes locked onto yours, she carefully begins to move again. she pulls her cock almost all the way out of your wet pussy before sinking back in, deliberately establishing a normal, controlled pace.
her hips roll smoothly against yours, the gentle friction filling your pussy with a deep, good ache. jihyo watches your face closely for any sign of discomfort, but as a soft sigh escapes your lips, a small, satisfied smile touches her lips .
she keeps to that perfect rhythm, her cock sliding deep over and over at a speed that gives you both pure pleasure, completely content to take her time with you now.
the continuous pound at that steady pace builds a heavy, tightening heat deep in your lower tummy. your fingers dig into the mattress as your pussy grips her tightly with every long, smooth slide of her cock.
jihyo doesnt speed up this time. she keeps her word, her hips rolling with a slow, hard pressure that grinds perfectly against you. her ears are flushed pink, her breathing turning into short, heavy puffs against your jaw as she watches your eyes glaze over with pleasure.
"god," she pants out, a low growl catching in her throat as she feels your walls twitching around her. "so tight for me."
she drives her cock in deep, holding herself flush against your pelvis for a long, heavy second to let you feel the full weight of her before drawing back slow. the perfect rhythm pushes you right to the edge, your hips lifting instinctively to chase the blunt impact of her hips.
your breath hitches as the first wave of your orgasm hits, your cunt spasming around her dick in tight, involuntary clamps.
jihyo pulls out just in time to cum on your cute tummy, hot white streams shooting from her tip and landing on there.
the overwhelming sensation gradually settles into a lingering warmth as you both catch your breath, the room falling quiet except for your soft whines. jihyo holds you close, her arms wrapping around you securely as the tension fades away.
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.
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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,
ㅤㅤꕀ ｡ 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐒: MDNI, wlw, masturbação explícita, uso de palavras de baixo calão, titjob (ou tittyfuck, não sei o nome exato), degradação, dirty talk, spit kink de lei.
ㅤㅤꕀ ｡ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒: Nada a dizer além de que eu quero ser marmita dela.
Jihyo ama quando a namoradinha dela parece estar no cio.
Você fica tão carente que a bucetinha chega a latejar de tesão para tudo que Jihyo fala ou faz. Às vezes, ela até demora propositalmente a lhe dar aquilo que você tanto quer só pra ver até onde o tesão a leva. Mas a marra de indiferença dura pouco, como ela poderia ver você se esfregando por aí feito um animalzinho carente e não fazer nada?
— Caralho, você é mesmo uma putinha gulosa. — Jihyo afasta o rosto do meio de suas pernas, com as bochechas, a boca e o queixo úmidos, escorrendo fluidos seus, logo dando uma boa olhada em você. Ela mantém suas pernas bem espaçadas para que sua bucetinha continue abertinha pra ela. — Ainda gozando tanto, até parece que essa buceta tava na seca. — Ela ri em zombaria, acerta um tapa na carne úmida, as dobras inchadinhas estalam alto.
— Mais... Porra, eu quero mais, amor! — Exaspera manhosa. Levanta o tronco para olhar direto nos olhos de Jihyo, apoiando-se sobre os cotovelos, uma mão sobe para o seio, beliscando gostosinho o mamilo enrijecido enquanto a outra vai até o meinho das pernas, afastando as dobrinhas meladas e deixando o grelinho bem à mostra pra namorada. — Eu preciso de mais, Jiji. Minha bucetinha ainda precisa tanto de você. — A voz de putinha dengosa sempre vence a mais velha.
— Puta cadela insaciável você, né? — Ri de seu estado mais uma vez, aproxima o rosto de sua intimidade como antes e põe a língua pra fora, bem perto do seu clitóris latejante, mas sem tocá-lo. Deixa a saliva viscosa escorrer até o nervinho e não tira os olhos de você nem por um segundo, observa sua cabeça cair para trás no travesseiro novamente quando sente a babinha entrar em contato ali. — Sorte que a sua Jiji tá boazinha hoje. Vou fazer essa buceta chorar até não aguentar mais.
Jihyo então se ajeita melhor entre suas pernas, agarra os próprios seios fartos, espreme-os um contra o outro e se inclina em direção ao clitóris, onde arrasta devagarinho o biquinho de um deles. Ambas gemem gostosinhas com a sensação, a morena começa a movimentar mais o corpo para roçar melhor o grelinho com o mamilo já tá todo lambuzado.
As mãos firmes de Jihyo logo agarram sua cintura, puxando você para ainda mais perto e aumentando o atrito. Sua mente já não está sã há muito tempo, você geme como uma cadela desesperada, rebolando contra o busto da namorada gostosa. Suas mãos agarram violentamente o lençol abaixo de si, você sente que a qualquer momento pode esguichar naqueles peitos fartos, que sempre a deixam tão realizada e satisfeita.
— Hmm… gosta assim, é? — Ela provoca, aumentando o ritmo da fricção. Ainda que esteja toda melada com seus fluidos, ela cospe novamente na sua buceta para que fique ainda mais escorregadia. — Você vai limpar essa bagunça que tá fazendo em mim depois, viu? E é bom que essa boquinha de cachorra manhosa sirva pra mais do que só fazer barulho, vai ter que me mamar direitinho.
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──── 「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
Haii can you please make a mohyo and make momo a sub where she lwk has mommy issues and jihyo teasing her until momo is lwk begging👀👀
love foolish
dom! jihyo x sub! momo // smut
synopsis: momo gets jealous and whiny when she sees jihyo talking to another girl at a party
author’s note: idrk how to incorporate mommy issues bc idrk what it is, but i still hope you enjoy !! ive had writer’s block for a while so idk how good this is sorry :((
just as jihyo was about to take a sip of her drink, a hand tapped her shoulder, pulling her focus away from the conversation in front of her.
to celebrate the almost end of their tour, sana had thrown a small party at her house, inviting the members and staff for a casual yet lively get-together.
about an hour into the party, a girl that jihyo recognized vaguely from the a&r team introduced herself, saying how she’d always wanted to meet her and how jihyo was her bias from twice. jihyo couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on her face as the girl blushed from nothing more than mere eye contact.
she grabbed two cups of juice from the table and handed one to the girl. through small talk, jihyo learned that they shared a surprising number of interests, ranging from snow boarding to going to the gym.
jihyo laughed out loud as the girl told her a funny story about a cooking disaster, her hand reflexively reaching out to shove the girl’s shoulder in a playful manner. she continued to chat with the girl, oblivious to the way momo’s gaze lingered a little too long or how distracted she seemed as sana tried to tell her something.
“momoring? hello? are you listening?” sana asked playfully, a teasing grin on her lips. when momo didn’t respond, sana followed her gaze until it landed on jihyo. a knowing smile spread across her face.
“just go talk to her,” sana said helpfully. momo’s pout deepened.
“she seems busy right now,” momo said, sighing dramatically as she finally looked away. her shoulders slumped when as she heard jihyo’s laughter again, the sound cutting through the low hum of conversation.
sana gave her friend a look of pity, patting her on the back as she excused herself to the restroom.
momo’s eyes snapped back to jihyo, a sharp gasp coming out of her mouth when she saw the girl’s hand resting on jihyo’s arm.
something inside her snapped, and an icy cold feeling spread through her chest like poison. before she knew it, momo was already walking towards jihyo.
the both of them turned to look at her, jihyo’s eyes widening in surprise. before momo could question herself or her actions, she grabbed jihyo by the wrist and pulled her away from the girl.
jihyo hurriedly murmured an apology over her shoulder as she let momo lead her away. the simple act of excusing herself to the girl sent another flash of red through momo’s mind, one that made her walk faster.
“what’s wrong, momo? are you okay?” jihyo asked, concern lacing her tone when they finally stepped foot inside one of sana’s spare rooms.
“you’ve been talking to her for almost an hour now,” momo said immediately. “you haven’t even looked at me the entire night.”
jihyo’s worried expression quickly melted into amuse, her posture relaxing. “have you been watching me?”
“no, i… just happened to notice. but that’s not the point,” momo rushed before jihyo could say anything. “the point is you’ve been with her this whole time.”
realization dawned on her.
“momo,” jihyo said slowly, a smirk lifting on her lips. “okay. i’ll spend some time with you then. what do you want me to do?”
jihyo’s gaze dropped to momo’s lips, not failing to notice how momo’s breathing had grown uneven.
“i— i don’t know,” momo whispered.
jihyo laughed. “i think you do know, baby.” she closed the distance between them with each step, driving momo back until her shoulders hit the wall. jihyo’s hands settled at her waist, steady and unmoving.
“i can’t do anything until you tell me what you want. use your words,” jihyo whispered. the sudden proximity made momo shudder lightly, her legs feeling shaky under her. “come on, darling. we don’t have all night. there’s someone waiting for me outside, you know.”
momo’s jaw clenched at the mention of the girl.
“pay attention to me.”
“i already am, momo.”
momo’s breath stuttered as jihyo leaned in, pressing slow kisses along her jaw.
“jihyo, can you—”
jihyo lightly sucked on her pulse point, elicting a soft whimper from momo. “can i what?”
momo groaned. “i can’t focus when you do that.”
jihyo just laughed against her neck. “you can do it, baby. put that pretty little brain to use.”
momo felt a familiar tug in her lower abdomen at the words, and she had to bite her lip hard to suppress the airy moan caught in her throat.
“jihyo, p-please touch me.”
momo’s voice cracked with need. it didn’t help that jihyo’s touches had grown bolder, sliding up to run over the slope of her chest.
“good job, darling. that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
jihyo dragged momo to the bed and pushed her onto the mattress, stopping just for a second to stare at the needy expression on her face. momo’s cheeks were already flushed, legs spread open instinctively to expose the inner parts of her thigh under her skirt.
“look at you, baby, your legs are already open for me,” jihyo grinned, sliding her hand up momo’s leg. she removed momo’s underwear with one swift motion.
under the pale moonlight from the window, the space between momo’s legs glistened, her arousal dripping onto the sheets. jihyo slowly dragged her index finger against momo’s entrance, carefully watching the japanese girl under her. momo whined as jihyo purposely avoided her clit, seeming to trail her fingers everywhere but the place she needed it most.
“please,” momo whined. she reached down to guide jihyo’s hand, her hips moving on their own in search of any sort of friction.
“please what, baby?”
jihyo held her hands impossibly still, refusing to move until the words came directly from momo’s lips.
momo leaned her head back in frustration as her walls clenched around nothing. “fuck me, jihyo. please,” she cried out, tired of feather light touches that weren’t getting her anywhere.
jihyo smirked as she watched momo’s composure break, finally bringing her hands to touch the girl underneath her properly. she slid two fingers inside momo while her other hand rubbed circles into her clit, making momo’s back arch into the bed.
loud moans spilled from momo’s mouth as the sudden pleasure filled her senses. her mind went blank and all she could focus on was the feeling of jihyo’s fingers pumping in and out of her, every sensitive nerve on fire.
“shhh, baby. keep your voice down or im going to stop.”
momo nodded frantically — she bit her lower lip hard to stay quiet. she couldn’t have jihyo stop, not when everything felt too good to the point that she could barely remember her own name.
“do you like this? me giving you attention?” jihyo asked, even though she knew momo was past the point of being able to answer her, let alone form coherent thoughts. momo’s eyes rolled back as jihyo curled her fingers against her g-spot, a scream coming out of her.
jihyo froze — the sound was too loud for anyone to not have heard, even amidst the various conversations outside.
momo whimpered when jihyo completely removed her hands from her core, her breathing heavy as she struggled to catch her breath.
“why’d you stop,” momo asked breathlessly, her voice whiny with need. she had been so close to cumming, and the abrupt interruption had halted the familiar build-up in her lower stomach.
“i told you to be quiet,” jihyo murmured, giving momo a look of faux sympathy. she wiped her drenched fingers against momo’s skirt, the action staining the gray fabric a darker shade. when she looked up to meet momo’s eyes, she almost felt her composure break at seeing momo’s eyes well with tears.
“i-i’m sorry. i’ll be quiet this time. im sorry, please jihyo. i’ll be good, i promise” momo begged, her voice shaking as she bit back the overwhelming urge to cry. she desperately wanted jihyo’s hands back on her, the need so strong that it made her feel dizzy.
jihyo felt her composure break.
“scream one more time and i stop for good,” she warned. when momo nodded in understanding, jihyo brought her hand back down to momo’s core, rubbing her clit with her thumb. momo’s eyes closed as she felt jihyo’s hands on her again, her legs spreading open wider to allow even better access.
it took less than a minute for momo to reach the verge of climax again, her body starting to shake in anticipation. the sound of her moans filled the room, growing higher in pitch with each thrust.
momo came as jihyo curled her fingers hard into her, back arching into the sheets as her climax overtook her. white stars filled her vision as jihyo continued to fuck her through the climax, her thighs starting to shake from the overstimulation. jihyo finally removed her hand when momo pushed her away, her body feeling too sensitive to take any more.
jihyo just watched as momo drank in mouthfuls of air, her legs still twitching from the aftermath of her orgasm.
when momo’s breathing finally slowed, jihyo leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.
“you don’t have worry, momo. you’re the only one i have eyes for,” jihyo said sweetly with a cheeky grin. “plus, you’re cute when you get jealous.”
momo huffed softly, turning her face away so that jihyo couldn’t see the flush of her cheeks.
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the moment they returned to the living room, everyone went silent. conversations stalled mid-sentence, all eyes slowly turning toward them.
for a beat, nobody said anything.
then jeongyeon broke first, doubling over in laughter as she clutched her stomach. “im nayeon, you owe me 20 bucks!”
nayeon groaned across the room, and the two immediately started bickering.
when the party finally started to pick back up, sana walked over to the two of them, her arms crossed over her chest.
“you guys are lucky those sheets were already old,” she said flatly. “i was going to throw them out anyway.”
sana paused to inspect the two of them before continuing. “im glad you guys… whatever, but please don’t do that in my house again.”
jihyo nodded, barely able to contain the grin on her face. she leaned slightly towards momo.
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.”
