The penthouse reeks of money. Not just the marble floors or the stupidly oversized abstract art—but the air itself smells filtered, perfumed with something floral and expensive that probably costs more than my weekly groceries. I’m hunched over, scrubbing a wine stain off the ivory rug near the floor-to-ceiling windows. My back aches. Always aches. Another Tuesday, another fucking mansion filled with people who’ll never know my name.
Then… giggles. High, breathy, close. Followed by the soft hiss of steam escaping under the bathroom door down the hall. It’s thick, smelling like jasmine and vanilla bath oil. Curiosity pins me. Clients aren’t supposed to be home during cleans. I creep closer, silent in my worn sneakers. The door isn’t shut tight. Just a sliver of light spills out. I press my eye to the gap.
Heat hits me first. Moist, heavy air. Then the sight.
My clients named Jihyo, Momo, Tzuyu, Nayeon. All four housemates. Swathed in thin, pink silk robes clinging to damp skin. Steam curls around them like hungry ghosts. They’re crowded around the vast, fogged mirror above the double vanity. No makeup. Hair wet, dark and slick against flushed necks and shoulders. They look… unreal. Like models dipped in honey.
“Fuck, Tzuyu,” Momo breathes, her voice husky. She’s tracing a fingertip down Tzuyu’s arm. “Your skin is like actual fucking porcelain. How is that fair?” Momo’s robe gapes slightly as she leans, revealing the heavy swell of her tits, nipples dark and pebbled against the damp silk.
Tzuyu laughs, low and easy. “Says the girl with the rack that could start wars.” She flicks water at Momo, droplets catching the soft LED lights. Her own robe is loosely tied, the deep V offering a glimpse of smooth, tanned stomach and the shadowed curve where her thighs meet. Effortless.
Nayeon, perched on the edge of the enormous claw-foot tub, giggles, kicking her legs. Her robe rides up, showing miles of smooth, toned thigh. “Seriously, Momo. Put those weapons away before someone gets hurt.” Her eyes, bright and mischievous, sweep over Jihyo who’s meticulously brushing her hair. “And you, unnie. Stop being so perfect. It’s rude.”
Jihyo turns, a slow, confident smile spreading across her face. Voluptuous doesn’t cover it. The robe strains over her hips, the silk plastered to her full breasts, outlining every curve. She meets Nayeon’s gaze in the mirror. “Just appreciating the view, Nayeonnie. Especially yours.” Her gaze drifts down Nayeon’s body, lingering. “Those legs could stop traffic.”
It’s raw. Intimate. A surge of heat, thick and urgent, floods my groin. My breath catches, ragged in my throat. My cock is instantly hard, straining against the rough fabric of my work pants. It’s unbearable. Without thought, my fingers fumble with my belt buckle, the metallic clink impossibly loud in my own ears. I shove my pants and boxers down past my hips. My cock springs free, thick and already leaking, throbbing against the cool air drifting from the hallway. I wrap my hand around my hard length. A low groan escapes me as I start stroking, slow and firm, my eyes glued to the scene inside.
Jihyo’s reflection shifts slightly in the fogged mirror. Her eyes, dark and sharp, flicker. Away from Nayeon’s legs. Towards the sliver of the door. Towards the shadow where I’m pressed. They lock onto mine through the gap.
Fuck!
Her gaze doesn’t widen in shock. It narrows. Sharpens. Like a predator spotting prey. A slow, knowing smirk curls her perfect lips. She doesn’t look away. She watches me watching them. Watches my hand moving frantically on my cock.
“Someone’s enjoying the show,” Jihyo purrs, her voice cutting through the steam and the girls’ chatter. It’s low, deliberate. Not loud, but carrying.
The other girls freeze. Heads snap towards the door. Momo gasps, clutching her robe tighter. Tzuyu’s relaxed posture stiffens. Nayeon’s playful smirk vanishes, replaced by wide-eyed surprise.
Panic electrocutes me. I jerk back from the door, stumbling blindly. My foot catches on the discarded mop bucket. Time slows. The bucket clatters. My legs tangle. I crash forward, shoulder slamming into the bathroom door. It flies open with a bang, and I sprawl onto the slick marble floor, naked from the waist down, my cock still jutting out, hard and obscene, my hand frozen mid-stroke.
Silence. Thick, suffocating silence, broken only by the drip of a faucet. Steam swirls around me. Four pairs of eyes burn into me. Fury radiates off Momo and Tzuyu. Nayeon looks stunned. Jihyo… Jihyo just stares. Her gaze isn’t on my face. It’s locked lower. On my cock. Her smirk deepens, transforming into something darkly amused, deeply carnal.
Momo recovers first, her voice shrill with outrage. “You fucking PERVERT! What the HELL are you doing?!”
Tzuyu steps forward, her easy-going demeanor vanished, replaced by icy disdain. “Get out! Now! I’m calling security!”
I scramble, trying to pull up my pants, fumbling, humiliated heat scorching my face. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean–”
“Didn’t mean to spy?” Nayeon cuts in, her voice surprisingly calm, though her eyes are wide. “Didn’t mean to whip it out and jerk off while we were changing?”
Jihyo hasn’t moved. She slowly raises a hand, silencing the others. Her eyes finally lift from my groin to meet mine. They’re dark pools, unreadable. She takes a single, deliberate step towards me, her silk robe whispering against her skin. The steam parts for her.
“Put your hands down,” she commands, her voice a velvet whip. It’s not a request. My hands freeze on the waistband of my pants. “Look at you,” she murmurs, her gaze raking down my body again, lingering on my exposed cock. “Big boy, aren’t you? That’s… impressive.” A low chuckle escapes her. “Seems you were trying to ‘clean’ something else entirely.”
She stops right in front of me, looking down at where I lie helpless on the floor. The scent of her perfume – jasmine, vanilla, and something uniquely, powerfully her – washes over me, mixing with the steam. My cock twitches violently, betraying me utterly.
Momo looks horrified. “Jihyo! What are you–”
“Shut up, Momo,” Jihyo says, her tone brooking no argument. Her eyes never leave mine. There’s a terrifying, thrilling calculation in them. She crouches down slowly, bringing her face level with mine. Her robe gapes open further, revealing the deep shadow between her magnificent breasts. “You wanted a show, cleaner boy?” she whispers, her breath warm against my cheek. “You wanted to see us wet? Naked?”
I can’t speak. Can only nod, a desperate, jerky movement.
Her smirk turns predatory. “Good.” She reaches out, not touching me, but her fingertip traces a line in the air an inch from the flushed head of my cock. A jolt of pure electricity shoots through me. “Because you’re going to clean more than just the floor tonight,” she breathes, her voice dropping to a husky promise that vibrates deep in my gut. “You’re going to clean us. Every. Single. Inch.” Her eyes flick to the other girls, a silent command passing between them. Their expressions shift – Momo’s outrage fading into wary curiosity, Tzuyu’s ice thawing into something heated, Nayeon’s surprise blossoming into a wicked, intrigued grin. “Starting,” Jihyo says, her gaze snapping back to mine, filled with dark, undeniable hunger, "...right now."
(3rd Person POV)
His breath hitched, a ragged gasp tearing from his throat as Jihyo’s command hung in the steamy air, her dark eyes promising both punishment and filthy reward. He obeyed eagerly, hands trembling not from fear now but desperate, aching need, fumbling his pants back down past his hips, his thick cock springing free again, already slick and twitching, the flushed head glistening under the bathroom’s soft LED glow as he stared up at her, waiting.
Jihyo knelt down, her silk robe pooling around her knees on the cool marble, the scent of jasmine and her own arousal thickening the steam. Her hand, cool and deliberate, slid up the inside of his trembling thigh, fingers brushing the tight, hot skin of his balls before her thumb swiped roughly over the slick, leaking slit of his cock, making his whole body jolt and a choked groan rip from his throat.
A vicious shiver tore through him as Jihyo’s thumb smeared his pre-come across his sensitive head. "Fuck!" he gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily off the cold marble. Momo, frozen a few feet away, watched Jihyo’s bold possession, her earlier outrage flickering, replaced by a dark, fascinated heat that bloomed across her cheeks and down her neck; her breath hitched, sharp and audible in the steamy silence, her own hand unconsciously drifting to press between her legs over the thin silk.
"See something you want, Momo?" Jihyo murmured, not looking away from his agonized expression, her thumb circling the swollen crown again, making him whimper. "Or someone?" Before Momo could answer, Jihyo’s command cut through the haze. "Come here. Show him what happens when he spies on Momo’s perfect fucking tits."
Momo exhaled, a shaky sound, then stepped forward, her movements suddenly deliberate, predatory, her wide eyes fixed on his rigid cock glistening under Jihyo’s touch. She sank to her knees beside Jihyo, the damp silk of her robe parting to reveal the heavy, full curve of one breast, her nipple stiff and dark. Her fingers, trembling slightly only a moment ago, now reached out with shocking confidence, wrapping firmly around the thick base of his shaft beneath Jihyo’s hand, her cool touch a stark contrast to the furnace heat of his skin.
"Think this big cock deserves my tits, cleaner?" Momo breathed, her voice thick with a mix of challenge and raw need, her thumb mimicking Jihyo’s earlier motion, dragging roughly over his leaking slit, spreading the wetness as she squeezed him hard enough to make his vision blur. "You gonna fucking earn it?"
Momo’s grip tightened like a vise at the base of his cock, her thumb grinding relentlessly against his sensitive slit, drawing a ragged, desperate gasp from his throat. Tzuyu watched hungrily from the edge of the claw-foot tub, her relaxed posture gone rigid, knuckles white where she gripped the cold porcelain rim, her dark eyes wide and fixed unblinkingly on Momo’s hand working his thick shaft, a slow, deliberate bite sinking into her plump lower lip.
Tzuyu shoved off the tub’s edge, her movements fluid and deliberate, her earlier icy disdain replaced by a predatory heat that radiated off her damp skin as she stalked towards them.
"My turn," she declared, her voice low and thick, her gaze locked on his mouth while Jihyo's lips still stretched obscenely around his cockhead; she hooked her fingers sharply in his hair, wrenching his head back, forcing his gaze up the long lines of her body to where her robe had fallen completely open, revealing the swollen, glistening lips of her pussy hovering mere inches above his face.
"You wanted to peek? Now fucking clean it, cleaner," she commanded, her thighs trembling slightly as she lowered herself onto his mouth, grinding her hot, wet slit against his lips, the musky, heady scent of her arousal flooding his senses as her fingers tightened painfully in his hair, forcing his tongue to plunge deep into her slick, waiting heat. "Lick me clean!"
Tzuyu’s sharp command echoed off the marble as she ground her slick, swollen cunt hard against his mouth, the musky tang of her arousal flooding his senses, forcing his tongue deep into her hot, clenching depths. "Suck it, cleaner!" she gasped, her thighs trembling against his ears, her fingers knotting painfully in his hair and holding him prisoner against her needy flesh.
Nayeon’s playful giggle cut through the steam, sharp and hungry now, as she dropped to her knees beside Jihyo, her nimble fingers immediately joining Momo’s on his achingly hard shaft.
"Looks like the big, bad cleaner needs all our help," she purred, her eyes glittering with dark amusement as she leaned down, her breath hot against the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, while Momo, taking her cue, shifted lower, her full lips parting to engulf one heavy, aching ball, sucking it deep into the wet heat of her mouth just as Jihyo, with a low, possessive hum, swallowed the leaking head back down her throat, her tongue swirling relentlessly over the ultra-sensitive ridge.
Tzuyu’s thighs clamped like a vice around his head, a sharp, startled cry ripping from her throat as her entire body seized, her slick pussy pulsing and gushing hot wetness against his tongue, forcing him to swallow convulsively as she shuddered through her climax. She slumped back against the vanity, panting, a sheen of sweat glistening on her dusky gold skin, a lazy, sated smirk touching her lips as she caught her breath and rasped, "Fuck... alright, girls... who’s taking that fat cock first?"
“Why not let him pick?”
"Momo," he gasped, his voice raw and desperate, his eyes locked on her full, trembling lips and the heavy swell of her tits still glistening with steam. He lunged forward, one hand fisting in her damp robe, yanking it open completely as the other gripped his thick, leaking cock, driving it hard and deep into her sopping wet cunt with a rough, animalistic grunt, her shocked cry of "FUCK!" echoing off the marble as her tight walls clenched violently around his invading shaft.
His calloused hands roughly groped Momo’s heavy, bouncing tits, thumbs grinding hard over her stiff, dark nipples as he slammed his hips forward, each brutal thrust forcing choked gasps from her throat and making her breasts jiggle obscenely. Jihyo and Nayeon watched, eyes dark with hunger, Tzuyu still panting from her own climax against the vanity, a low murmur of "Fuck yes, ruin her" escaping Jihyo's lips as Momo's head thrashed back, her fingernails digging into his shoulders.
Jihyo’s command hung thick in the steam as Momo writhed beneath him. “Choke her,” Jihyo hissed, her voice raw with command, and his calloused hand instantly clamped hard around Momo’s throat, cutting off her choked gasp mid-fuck as he slammed his hips forward with brutal, piston-like force, the wet smack of flesh on flesh echoing off the marble tiles.
Nayeon’s sharp, delighted giggle cut through Momo’s strangled whimpers as she dropped lower, her fingers finding Momo’s swollen, glistening clit and rubbing vicious, tight circles just as Momo’s body suddenly stiffened, arched off the floor, and exploded, a guttural scream tearing from her constricted throat as her pussy convulsed wildly around his driving cock and a powerful jet of clear fluid erupted, soaking his thrusting balls and splashing Nayeon’s fingers and the cool marble beneath them.
He ripped his slick cock from Momo’s shuddering cunt, leaving her gasping and dazed on the wet marble, then lunged for Tzuyu, locking his arms under her knees and around her chest in a full nelson. He drove his throbbing, soaked cock straight up into her dripping hole from behind, her shocked cry echoing as he impaled her deep, fucking her suspended body with savage, upward thrusts that made her scream.
Tzuyu’s scream ripped through the steam, raw and ragged, as his brutal upward thrusts hammered her suspended pussy, her slick walls clenching like a hot, wet fist around his invading cock. Nayeon and Jihyo watched, Jihyo’s fingers idly tracing circles over her own stiff nipple through the damp silk, Nayeon biting her lip hard, their breaths shallow and synchronized with the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh pounding flesh.
"Fuck, Tzuyu," he grunted, his voice thick with strain and lust, each savage thrust lifting her higher off the marble floor, her legs kicking helplessly against his iron grip, "this fucking tight little cunt... grips my cock like it’s fucking starving for it!" Tzuyu could only whimper, a broken sound lost beneath the relentless pounding, her head lolling back against his shoulder, eyes rolling white as the overwhelming stretch and friction tore another ragged cry from her throat.
Tzuyu’s entire body seized violently, her pussy clamping down like a hot, wet vice around his driving cock as a guttural scream tore from her throat, her hips jerking wildly against him while her slick juices pulsed out, coating his shaft and balls in her release. He dropped her limp, trembling body onto the cool marble, her chest heaving, then turned his burning gaze towards Nayeon, still watching with hungry eyes.
"You're next," he growled, grabbing her ankle and yanking her towards him before flipping her onto her back, hooking her legs over his shoulders, and folding her body brutally in half. "Jihyo?" he panted, staring down the length of his own sweat-slicked body at her as he positioned the swollen, dripping head of his cock against Nayeon's entrance, "Gonna save the best pussy for last." He slammed his entire length into Nayeon's tight heat in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt as she shrieked.
Nayeon screamed, her manicured nails raking, sinking into his back as he pistoned into her relentless and deep, her voice breaking into breathless sobs of "Daddy! Oh God, Daddy, fuck me harder!" Momo and Tzuyu, still glistening and flushed from their own use, hauled themselves up, leaning against the vanity with predatory smirks; Momo traced a fingertip through the sweat beading on Nayeon's trembling stomach, sneering.
"Look at little Nayeonnie, squealing for Daddy like a cheap slut," while Tzuyu chuckled darkly, "Bet she cums just from being called out on it." Jihyo, her eyes burning with possessive fire, seized his jaw, her mouth crashing against his in a bruising, demanding kiss, her tongue plunging deep as he drove into Nayeon with brutal, unforgiving strokes, her own moan vibrating against his lips.
Jihyo ripped her mouth from his, lips swollen and glistening, her command a harsh gasp against his cheek: "Make that little bitch cum right fucking now!" He locked eyes with Nayeon's tear-streaked, desperate face beneath him and snarled, voice thick and raw,
"Cum, you filthy whore, cum on Daddy's cock!"
Nayeon’s scream tore from her throat, raw and primal, her back arching violently off the marble as her eyes rolled white and her pussy clamped down in spasming waves around his brutal, driving thrusts. He ripped his cock out of her sopping, convulsing cunt, her juices slicking his shaft, and flopped onto his back on the damp tile, his chest heaving, pointing his still-thick erection at Jihyo’s dripping slit. "Ride it, Jihyo," he gasped, his voice ragged, eyes locked on her heavy tits, "Fucking bounce those perfect tits.”
Jihyo smirked, a dark promise in her eyes as she straddled his hips, gripping his shaft firmly, guiding the swollen, slick head to her flushed, swollen opening before sinking down onto him in one smooth, greedy motion, her full tits jiggling wildly with the impact, her groan low and satisfied as she began a relentless, deep bounce, her nails scraping his chest.
Tzuyu’s long fingers worked slick lube over Nayeon’s trembling thigh, her touch surprisingly clinical despite the obscene context, while Momo knelt, murmuring filthy encouragement as she guided Nayeon’s hips down onto the edge of the marble vanity, spreading her wide. They didn’t linger though, their task a swift, efficient prelude; as Nayeon gasped, arching her back against the cool surface, Tzuyu and Momo exchanged a hungry glance, their attention snapping towards the primal rhythm dominating the center of the steam-hazed bathroom.
Jihyo rode Y/n with furious abandon, her voluptuous body bouncing on his cock, the wet slap of skin echoing off the tiles, her head thrown back as guttural moans ripped from her throat. "Fuck, yes! Just like that, cleaner boy!" she gasped, her nails digging into his chest, her own breasts swaying heavily with each downward plunge, the glistening tip of his thick cock stretching her wide each time she slammed down.
Tzuyu and Momo, abandoning Nayeon whose legs still quivered on the vanity, moved like predators, circling Y/n and Jihyo on the damp floor. Momo crouched right beside Jihyo's bucking hip, her own robe falling open completely, her large breasts swinging as she leaned in, her voice a husky growl.
"Look at her take that monster cock, Y/n! Holy shit, ram it deeper into that greedy pussy! Make her scream!" She reached out, roughly squeezing Jihyo's bouncing tit, pinching a stiff nipple hard.
"Yeah, give it to her!" Tzuyu added from the other side, her easy-going demeanor replaced by intense arousal, her eyes fixed on where Jihyo was impaled. She knelt, running a hand up Y/n’s tensed thigh. "God, look at her go. Such a fucking slut for that dick, Jihyo! Riding it like her life depends on it!" Tzuyu’s fingers brushed the base of his shaft, slick with Jihyo’s juices, feeling the powerful thrusts from below.
Y/n grunted, his own control fraying beneath the onslaught of sensation and their filthy words. He gripped Jihyo's hips tighter, his knuckles white, meeting her downward strokes with sharp upward thrusts, driving his cock impossibly deep. He locked eyes with Jihyo, a wicked smirk twisting his lips even as sweat stung his eyes.
"Hear that?" he rasped, his voice thick with exertion and lust. "They see you. They see what a cock-hungry whore you really are, bouncing on me like some cheap street slut." He punctuated the insult with a brutal upward slam that made her shriek, her inner walls clenching vice-like around him. "You love being shown up like this, don't you? Love them watching this fat dick stretch your tight little pussy wide open?"
Nayeon, recovering her breath but still flushed and trembling, slid off the vanity, joining the circle. She didn't speak immediately, just watched with dark, hungry eyes as Jihyo was verbally and physically ravaged, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips as she saw the leader undone. The air crackled with shared heat, the scent of sex and sweat overpowering the lingering perfume, the only sounds the relentless slap of flesh, Jihyo’s ragged cries, Y/n’s guttural groans, and the girls’ lurid commentary urging them on towards a shuddering, inevitable peak.
"Fuck, I'm so close!" Jihyo gasped, her rhythm faltering as her cunt clenched violently around Y/n's thick cock. Nayeon's fingers traced slick, teasing circles over his tightening balls while Momo and Tzuyu leaned in, their mouths closing hungrily over Jihyo's bouncing tits, suckling hard at her stiff nipples. The room filled with their combined, desperate moans.
Tzuyu's middle finger found Jihyo's swollen clit, circling it fast and hard, slick with the mixture of her own arousal and the lube smeared earlier on Nayeon. "Make her fucking gush!" Momo demanded, releasing Jihyo's nipple with a wet pop and shoving Tzuyu's hand aside to take over, her own fingers rubbing Jihyo's clit in rough, demanding circles just as Y/n slammed his cock impossibly deep one final time.
Jihyo's back arched violently off Y/n's body, a silent scream tearing from her throat before erupting into a ragged, guttural wail as her cunt clenched in a vice-grip around his shaft and a sudden, hot jet of fluid sprayed out, soaking Y/n's lower stomach and thighs in a pungent rush. "FUCK! FUCK! FUCKING CUMMING!" she shrieked, her body convulsing uncontrollably, the squirting pulsing rhythmically as Momo kept rubbing her clit through the intense orgasm, Tzuyu watching with dark, fascinated eyes as Jihyo completely unraveled.
Jihyo slumped against him, chest heaving, her slick cunt still twitching from the force of her orgasm as Momo finally eased the relentless pressure on her clit. Y/n’s own cock throbbed viciously inside her stretched warmth, slick walls fluttering wildly around him, the intense friction pushing him dangerously close to the edge. He gritted his teeth, fighting the rising tide, a predatory smirk spreading across his sweat-slicked face despite the overwhelming sensation.
With a sudden, deliberate movement, Y/n gripped Jihyo’s hips firmly and lifted her impaled body clean off his shaft. A slick, obscene plop echoed in the humid air as she slid free, collapsing onto the damp tiles beside him with a shuddering gasp, her thighs instantly clamping together reflexively. He pushed himself up smoothly onto his feet, towering over the sprawled women, his thick, glistening cock jutting out rigidly from his groin, slick and gleaming with a potent mix of her juices and his own pre-cum, pulsing visibly with each beat of his heart.
His eyes, dark with lust and triumph, swept over the flushed faces staring up at him: Jihyo panting, dazed but defiant; Momo licking her lips hungrily; Tzuyu’s gaze fixed unblinkingly on his dripping erection; Nayeon biting her lower lip, a playful challenge dancing in her eyes. He ran a hand slowly down his abs, smearing the wetness Jihyo had sprayed over him, his voice a low, gravelly command cutting through the heavy breathing. "Alright," he rasped, tapping the swollen head of his cock, a thick bead of precum welling up instantly. "Who wants this fucking load?"
The humid air crackled with their collective hunger. They all replied, “WE DO DADDY!” before bringing their faces closer and sticking their tongues out, eager pink points glistening under the bathroom lights, breaths hot against his slick, throbbing cock.
His gaze raked over their eager faces as his fist tightened on his slick shaft. "This load ain't getting wasted, sluts," he snarled, the veins standing out on his forearm. "You share every fucking drop."
He began stroking himself furiously over their outstretched tongues, his hips jerking, a deep grunt ripping from his chest before thick ropes of hot cum splattered Jihyo’s flushed cheek, streaked Momo’s chin, and painted Tzuyu and Nayeon's eager, open mouths. Jihyo’s tongue, slick with his thick spunk, darted out to gather the mess before turning to Momo, locking her in a deep, filthy kiss, sharing the salty tang as Tzuyu eagerly licked Nayeon’s coated lips clean.
"So yummy," Momo gasped, pulling back with a shared strand of cum stretching between their mouths just as Tzuyu swallowed and purred, "Shared it all, Daddy!”
Y/n smirked down at them sprawled on the wet tiles, his thick cock still glistening. "Lick it clean, you filthy sluts," he ordered harshly, "Get every fucking drop off my cock," he instructed, “don’t forget my balls.”
They scrambled, tongues eagerly lapping his cum from his shaft and tightening scrotum, their mouths hot and greedy. Jihyo sat back, wiping her chin with a low chuckle, her eyes gleaming as she gestured towards the steaming shower. "Get that filthy cock in here, cleaner boy," she purred, "The bathroom floor's clean enough... time you washed us properly."
content: fem!reader, headcannons, jihyo can't keep her eyes to herself, workouts, an.... attempt to remain professional, reader is implied to be new to the gym, mohyo roommates, praise (help me), one use of good girl (again, help me), gisele from aespa is briefly here, suggestive at the end word count: 1.4k note: gym gf jihyo save me. also idk anything about the gym so i'm sorry if there are any inaccuracies!!
★ personal trainer!jihyo who always pushes you to your limits, knowing them better than you do
"no more, please," you beg, arms shaking as you hold yourself in the plank position for far longer than you'd like.
jihyo would never make you do anything you weren't comfortable with, or push you for longer than you can handle, but she does love to test your limits, steadily lowering them every session. she takes in your form, establishing how long you can realistically hold it for, and shakes her head, "you've got at least another minute in you."
"jihyo....." you nearly whine, looking up at her with pleading eyes.
her breath hitches at the sound, at your position on the floor, practically begging for her. still, she swallows and stays firm in her refusal, "keep going."
after another minute or so, you break the plank, arms burning. you're exhausted and sweaty, but proud at having beaten your personal best.
jihyo just smiles, "see, i told you so."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who always subtly makes sure you're eating and drinking enough
★ personal trainer!jihyo who is always very aware of the way you, biting your lip, watch her demonstrate on the machines
"this is a hip thrust," she explains, settling into the machine. "i think you're ready to move onto these."
you swallow, watching her movements with barely contained desire. faintly, you can hear her saying something, but it's drowned out by your focus on the way her hips move, the veins in her arms, the way her shirt rides up, the —
"you got it?" jihyo asks. shit, she was explaining everything you needed to do, and there you were, lusting over her instead of actually listening.
"um, yeah," you nod despite having no idea what she just said, a little breathless despite not having done anything yourself. "actually, can you show me again? i got a little...lost in thought."
"sure," she agrees, starting up again. you think you see her smirk, but it's gone so fast you must've been imagining it. "just make sure you're paying attention this time."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who praises you more than she probably should
"that's it, just like that," she affirms, watching you get the hang of pull ups. "can you do five more for me?"
"yeah," you reply, a little breathless from both the exercise and her words.
"good girl."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who can't help but get distracted by your gym clothes
"is something wrong?" you ask your trainer, snapping her out of the daze she was in.
"no. sorry," she shakes her head, then, "is that a new set?"
"oh yeah! i got it last week, i've been wanting to show you it," you beam. the set hugs your body in all the right places, accentuating your features. when you tried it on in the store, you knew instantly you couldn't go home without it, and if the decision to purchase was influenced by the thought of jihyo struggling to maintain her composure seeing you in it.....well then who could blame you?
jihyo nods, swallowing down the implications of you wanting to show her, "it looks good."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who gets irrationally jealous when someone hits on you
you're taking a water break when the girl approaches you, "hey, i'm giselle."
"oh, hi," you look up, taking her in. she's really pretty, wearing just a tank top and shorts with her brown hair held up in a claw clip. "did you need this space? we're just about to move."
she shakes her head, handing you a slip of paper, "i've seen you here a few times now and i wanted to give you my number, but no pressure if you don't wanna call it."
before you can even reply, she's walking away, waving back at you once and then heading towards where her friend is waiting at one of the machines.
"are you gonna call her?" jihyo breaks the awkward silence, and edge to her tone.
"i mean, i don't know. she was cool, so maybe—" you falter at her expression, never having seen jihyo so tense before. her jaw is clenched, nails digging into her crossed arms. you've seen her intense and focused before, but this is different, and your stomach flips at the sight. "probably not."
"you should, she's pretty," jihyo forces the words out through gritted teeth.
"i guess i'll think about it?" you shrug, knowing damn well you have no plans to even look at the number.
is she jealous? the thought makes you extremely flustered.
★ personal trainer!jihyo who always reminds you to breathe during exercises
★ personal trainer!jihyo who never cared much about the way her gym outfits looked until you come along
what has she become?
jihyo stands in front of her mirror, painfully aware she should probably be on her way to the gym by now, but she can't decide what to wear.
it's not that you make her insecure, quite the opposite, but she finds herself wanting to impress you. every time she gets ready, she can't help but wonder if you'll like it, if your eyes will rake over her body like hers do to you. today's tight compression top and sweats are sure to make you loose your mind, so there's just one more thing to figure out.
"momo, which hat looks better?" she calls out to her roommate, who looks at her like she's been possessed but points to the white one anyways, despite the fact that they both look the same.
jihyo nods like she was thinking exactly that, puts the cap on, grabs her keys and a protein bar off the counter, and darts out the door, "thanks! i'll see you later!"
★ personal trainer!jihyo who corrects your form in a very hands on way
"am i doing it right?"
"your core is off a bit, let me just—" jihyo suddenly stops herself. "can i touch you?"
"yeah, sure." it's not like jihyo hasn't touched you before, with permission of course, but the proximity still makes your breath hitch.
she stands behind you, her palm splayed over your stomach, so close you can feel her breath against the nape of your neck. "you need to engage here more."
you adjust your form, then turn your head to look at her. there's only a few inches separating her lips and yours, all it would take is one step to close the gap—
jihyo steps back suddenly, snapping herself out of it. a second longer and she would've been pressing you against the wall. "yeah, you've got it now."
★ personal trainer!jihyo who swore she would never get involved with a client until she meets you outside of your sessions
you enter the restaurant bathroom, just needing to freshen up before eating dinner, when you spot the most beautiful girl washing her hands, her arms so well defined you might as well be drooling. she's wearing the most gorgeous black dress, her brown hair flowing down her back. then, she turns, and you stop short when you see her face, "jihyo? is that you?"
her eyes widen when she sees you in something other than your gym sets for the first time. you can admit your dress is probably a little shorter than appropriate, so you don't blame her when her words just slip out, "holy shit, if you weren't my client i would...."
"you would what, jihyo?" maybe it's the few sips of alcohol you had getting to your head, or maybe it's the way jihyo is practically undressing you with her eyes, but whatever the reason, you feel bolder. it's about time you did something about this tension. "because i'm not your client right now, am i?"
she swallows, eyes darting to the door. there's no in here but the two of you, and with how empty the restaurant is at this time of night, she doubts anyone will walk in. "how long 'till your food arrives?"
"i don't know, maybe five minutes?" you estimate. is this really happening right now?
"i can do five minutes." jihyo takes your hand, pulling you into the nearest stall and locking it shut. she has you against the cubicle door, chest pressed against yours. it's as close as you've ever been, so close she can feel your racing heartbeat thumping against hers. "are you sure?"
"jihyo, please...." it's all the confirmation she needs.
Proofread by @vorrentis , big thanks @kise15 for the ideations
Words count : 11498 words
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At Nakatomi Plaza
A black limo just stops right at the front door.
The old British butler steps out of his driver’s seat and opens the door. A tall Caucasian man in tuxedo steps out, along with three beautiful ladies, walk towards the front lobby, where a group of reporters and journalists are waiting for them.
“ They’re here ! Mr. Wayne ! Mr. Wayne ! “ The reporters are gathering around the four
“ Is it true that you make this trip to Korea to endorse a collaboration project with Miss Nayeon here ?? “ A reporter asks
“ There are rumors you might buy the stocks from SM Entertainment? “ Another reporter asks as well
“ And who are these other 2 ladies alongside you ? Are they involved with the projects or just flings ? “ The reporters keep asking
“ My answer is yes ladies and gentlemen, I am here for the collaboration with Miss Nayeon over here for her project, and this is the first time Wayne Industries ventures into Korean market. And let me introduce you to Miss Park Jihyo right here, who is the leader of TDG Studio, alongside Miss Hirai Momo, who’s in charge of the art direction of this project. These talented ladies are prolific with their skills, so I simply hope this collaboration will solidify Wayne Industries not just for the tech side, but also the art side as well.” Bruce Wayne replies with charismatic tone
“Miss Nayeon, how do you find collaborating with Wayne Industries?” The reporters ask again
“Ohh my~~ Of course I love it!! ~~ Mr. Wayne here is so generous with me so far! ~~ I always hope for the best, and it’s a great challenge for myself!! ~~ I hope the products will be presented well today because I can’t wait for you to see,” Nayeon replies while hooking her hands into Bruce’s arm
“Miss Park Jihyo, is there anything you want to add for such collaboration?”
“I'm very glad our studio has this great chance to showcase ourselves to the market. Mr. Wayne has been one, if not the, biggest client so far, so it’s our greatest honor to be in business with him,” Jihyo calmly reply with a smile
“Miss Hirai, I heard you transferred yourself from the video game industry just to work with TDG studio. Is there any specific reason?” One more reporter asks
“Hi, Miss Nayeon and Miss Jihyo here; they give me such an opportunity to challenge myself, and I also feel like a new venture into a different industry could be fruitful as well!” Momo replies with an exciting mood
“Ok ladies and gentlemen, I think me and these beautiful ladies must go inside to prepare for the event. we’ll see you soon.” Bruce ends the questions and guiding the ladies in, leaving the reporters dying for more questions.
“That was quite a lot of questions, don’t you think, ladies?” Bruce?” asks while entering the plaza.
“Oh well~~ I’m used to it anyway! ~~ But thank you for helping us out, Mr. Wayne. ~~” Nayeon replies with a flirty mood
“Call me Bruce Miss Nayeon,” Bruce replies with a smile, making Nayeon blush.
“Okiiee Brucieee ~~ You’re too gentle ~~” Nayeon keeps blushing
“Shall we go in, ladies? I think the staff is waiting.” Bruce walks them inside.
As the four VIP person enter the event room, the TDG staffs and some of Bruce Wayne’s business partners are waiting inside and greet them
“Good evening, Mr. Wayne! Good evening, ladies!” The partners greet them
“Good evening, Mr. Wayne! Good evening, Boss! Good evening, Miss Nayeon! Good evening, Momo-san!” TDG staffs greet their superiors.
“Good evening, everyone. Shall we begin?” Bruce asks with a welcoming voice, signaling the start of the event.
Everyone is gathering around the center stage where Bruce, Nayeon, Jihyo, and Momo present the products.
Bruce and Nayeon start out first, followed by Jihyo and finally Momo. Each of them continues the other’s speech, complimenting one after another.
“It's clear that this project brings lots of beneficial aspects for both TDG Studio and Wayne Industries, don’t you think, Miss Jihyo?” Bruce compliments
“Yes, indeed, Mr. Wayne, everything has gone smoothly for both parties, and of course I would love to give credit to Miss Nayeon, who kickstarted this opportunity as well!” Jihyo guides her voice to Nayeon
“OMG, thank you~~. ~~ I’m glad and very thankful with all the efforts to bring my ideas to life ~~ Can you believe that I kept looking at Momo-san’s art direction for days?? I can’t believe a person with such talent is working on my project!” Nayeon blushes.
“Arigatou gozaimasu, Nayeon-san, it was a great challenge!” Momo replies.
The event is going strong, reaching its after-party once the presentation is done.
“Excuse us, Bruciee, we’re going to have to change our after-party clothing~~~. ~~~ Would you mind waiting for us?~~~” Nayeon is being flirty with Bruce
“Of course, Miss Nayeon, can’t wait to see your beautiful looks again.” Bruce suddenly kisses Nayeon’s hand as she blushes heavily
“Omggg Bruciee ~~ I’ll be back, I mean, we’ll be back ~~” Nayeon replies in full blush, as she and Jihyo and Momo start to walk to their changing rooms.
“I'll see you girls soon~~.~~” Nayeon goes to her room.
“See you soon, Nayeon-unnie!” Jihyo also enters her room as well
“Hi, see you two soon!” Momo enters her room as well
The three ladies are taking their breaks, with the makeup artists and dressers helping them as quickly as possible, dressing them up for the after-party. It didn’t take them long to be back, as the three of them are once again ready to be on their way back to the party.
“Knock knock.”
The knocking on each of their doors surprises all three of them. Now alone in each of their rooms without the makeup crews, the three of them then open their respective doors.
To their surprise, the trio of each of them are waiting in front of each room, greeting their superiors
At Jihyo’s room
“Good evening, Boss! It’s me, Peter!” Peter with a bouquet of flower at the door
“Oh, Peter? What are you doing here? You are not at the party yet?” Jihyo in slight surprise
“You look beautiful today, Boss! So, I just want to give you gifts, that’s all! But I also have this thing I would show you in secret. Would you mind if I came in, Boss? It’ll be very quick, so people won’t see!” Peter asks politely
“Hm? Is it that secretive? Ok, well, I guess I won’t mind,” said Jihyo with a smile, welcoming Peter.
At Nayeon’s room
“Good evening, Miss Nayeon! Hope you like the flowers!” Aaron greets her with his own bouquet at her door
“Oohhh~~ ~~ Lovely!! ~~ How nice of you, Aaron. ~~ But what’s the occasion? ~~” Nayeon takes the flowers, with a curious mood as well
“First, you look fabulous today, Miss! I love your dress so much, but I have this thing; it’s a secret gift! Only for you! Would you mind if I came in and showed you? It would be better if only you could see this!” Aaron politely asks.
“Oohhh~~~~ ~~~~ I love secret gifts~~ ~~ Come on in!~~” Nayeon invites Aaron in
At Momo’s room
“Momo-san! Konbanwa! This is for you!” Archie with his bouquet as well in front of Momo’s door
“Konbanwa, Archie! I’m surprised I have flowers from you! Is there any reason?” Momo is wondering as well
“Momo-san, I have this gift, but it would be the very best if only you could see! I don’t want other people passing by and peeking! Would you mind if I came in?” Archie politely asks as well, just like the other two
“Ohhhh, well, yes! Come in! Don’t be shy!” Momo welcomes Archie in
The three illustrators enter their superior’s respective rooms at the same time; it seems like they are planning on something.
And they do, and it will make the three ladies very happy
Once all three of them are inside, they all pull out a small box from each of their bags and gather the interests of the three ladies
Inside Jihyo’s room, Peter then shows it to Jihyo.
“Oh, Peter, what is it?” Jihyo squints her eyes a bit in curiosity.
“Please open it, Boss! It’s for you!” Peter urges his Boss
Over Nayeon’s room, Aaron does the same as well.
“Ooohhhh~~ ~~ What’s that!! ~~~ Jewels for me??” Nayeon asks in excitement
“Please open it, Miss Nayeon! You’ll like it!” Aaron urges the beautiful idol
And lastly, at Momo’s room, Archie also does the exact thing
“Nani? What’s this thing, Archie?” Momo's eyes are widely open
“Momo-san, please open it! It’s very cool!” Archie urges his director.
The three ladies, like they can synchronize their movements, open their boxes. What’s inside will surprise them, but also make them excited as well
In each box is a shiny butt plug, with their alphabetical name at the end: J for Jihyo, N for Nayeon, and M for Momo. Next to the plug are small remote-control vibrators, each in the beautiful lady's favorite color: apricot for Jihyo, light blue for Nayeon, and pink for Momo.
Once the trio reveal their gifts to their ladies, they open their phones on speaker mode and start to explain in tandem.
“So, ladies, I think you all have our gifts!” Peter starts first.
“We've been wanting to give you these a while ago, but we're waiting till today!” Aarons in
“Yes, ladies, these are well-made gifts for you!” Archie chimes in as well
“I'm… surprised we have this today actually, and the color—it's my fav color,” Jihyo replies to the trio.
“But... I love them~~~ My fav color too~~~~ “ Nayeon enjoys her gift, tapping on the remote just to try
“Whoa, guys, now this is rather goofy! But... I like it; it’s my color, pink!”
“But why do you give me this right now, Peter?” Jihyo asks right away
“Yehh~~ Why now, right in the middle of the event~~? Are you planning something??~~” Nayeon is questioning their intentions.
“Hi, there must've been something going on, right, you three. Ooh, this is kind of sensitive!” Momo also asks why playing around with the vibrator
“You'll find out now, hehe.” The trio in unison
Without any delays, the trio then approach their respective ladies
They quickly make out with their beautiful superiors in sync
Peter is moving his hand around Jihyo's large boobs, while his other hand is roaming onto her butt curves.
Aaron is being playful with his fingers, teasing Nayeon’s waistline and kissing her neck.
Archie is touching Momo’s abs line underneath her dress, occasionally slapping her buttcheeks
The trio leave their phones on speaker still, intentionally making them hear the noises from each room. The subtle moans from the ladies can be heard through their phones as well.
“Ah... Peter, that’s... very rough.” Jihyo gives out her pleasured sound
“Your scent is amazing today, Boss! And this dress is looking beautiful on you!” Peter compliments Jihyo while kissing her around
“Ahh... oo~~ you’re teasing, aren't you, Aaron~~ ~~ Oh yes, touch my waist more!!~~” Nayeon moans and giggles through the motions
“I love how you look today, Miss Nayeon, or, Nayeonny hehe.” Aaron keeps kissing the pretty idol
“Sugoi nee. Ahh, Archie, you love my abs, huh?” Momo breathes out through the kisses.
“Of course, Momo-san, your figure looks gorgeous in this dress tonight!” Archie rubs his hands all over Momo’s body
The trio then move on to the next thing right away, and they don’t waste any moment at all.
Peter then gently lifts Jihyo to the couch behind her, spreading her legs to both sides and pulling her dress to her waistband. His face is diving into her panties, using his hands to tease his Boss, kissing her inner thighs, making Jihyo has no choice but to moans through his actions
“Always hungry for you, Boss!” Peter keeps touching and kissing her private parts
Aaron, on the other hand, spins Nayeon’s body around, letting her hold her hands onto the table behind her; her back and butt are facing his body. He quickly kneels and shoves his face right to her panties as well, pulling them off to her waist, and his hands are grabbing and groping her hamstrings.
“Ahhh~~~ ~~~ oh shitt~~~ ~~~ you want me a lot, don't you, Aaron~~.~~ “ Nayeon’s head is bobbing up and down slightly through the pleasure
“Of course I am, Nayeonny, always hehe.” Aaron’s face is totally diving into her cheeks
And Archie gently pushes Momo’s to the walls behind her; his hands are hiking up her dress, and his face is also diving into her panties as well, while his hands are running up and down her quads non-stop.
“No way I can skip over you, Momo-san!” Archie replies through his kisses
Like having a telepathic link, the trio then straightly pulls the ladies’ panties out of the way and throws them to the side. They use their fingers to tease them, fingering their wet walls, with their tongues also doing their jobs to support, leaving their beautiful superiors to moan louder through the speakers.
“AHHH, Peter, you’re… ahh… your tongue… your fingers… ahh.” Jihyo’s voice is sounding; her chest is heating up and down.
“I just love... eating you out, Boss!” Peter is doing everything he loves down at Jihyo’s tight lips.
“Oh, my goddd~~~ more pleaseeeee!! ~~ ~~more pleaseee ahhhh!~~~” Nayeon’s long moan is as erotic as ever.
“Nayeonny, you’re such a horny person, hehe.” Aaron and his tongue are killing her with pleasure.
“AHhh, woaa, sugoii, Archie you’re going deep!” Momo's excitement now combines with her moans.
“Told you, Momo-san, you’ll love it!” Archie is tasting his art director.
The trio kick it up a notch; they quickly pull down their pants, with their hard dicks ready for action. Without any warning, they line their shafts at their ladies’ wet and tight pussy, then push in smooth and deep inside their superior’s inviting walls.
They go fast and harsh, pounding their ladies with great speeds, but enough to not ruin their high-end dresses. Erotic and pleasure-filled sounds can be heard from the phones’ speakers, making the scenes more sensual than they should be. The ladies’ tightened vaginas are wrapping entirely onto the trio’s hardened rod, fully sheathed inside with tight grips.
“Oh yes, ahhh!! That’s very great, Peter! Ahhh! Go faster for me!” Jihyo's mind is slipping through the sex, urging her employee.
“Fuck! You’re looking extra hot with this boss!! I’m gonna fuck you good!” Peter’s lower body is ramming into his boss while clashing his lips with hers.
“AGHHHHH!!!~~~~ Omg, you fuck meee gooddddd!! ~~~~ Pound meeeee, ahhhh!! ~~~~” Nayeon’s moan slowly turns into a scream; her body is boiling up.
“Gotta love… fucking you from behind, Nayeonny!!! Gonna fuck you deep!!” Aaron rams his dick inside her while kissing her back.
“Ahhhh Kimochiii Archieee!!” Momo's words are breaking; her pleasures are taking over her mind.
“Shit, you’re damn tight, Momo-san!! Not gonna pull out!” Archie pins Momo’s body harder to the wall, fucking her with full force
The trio is going for a long while, fucking their superiors hard and rough, just like how they usually do.
But they couldn’t take too much time, so in the very last brink close to orgasms, the trio then pulled out, and then, in a surprising move to their lady bosses, they thrust their hard dicks in the ladies' anal holes, spreading and stretching them out, rougher than ever. The grips from their entrances are incredibly tight; it feels like they could crush their employees’ rock-hard shafts at any time.
“AGHHHH!! OH GOSSHH!! Peter, my rosebud, it feels so... so hot!” Jihyo finally gives into her lust.
“Gonna cum in here for you, Boss!! I’m close!!” Peter is giving his best, getting close to his orgasmic rush
“MHpmmmmmm aghhhhhh~~~~!!!!!! My ass!! ~~~~ OMG you’re gonna break me, Aaronnn, aghhh ~~!!!!” Nayeon’s desire is being fulfilled.
“Almost there, Nayeonnyy!!! Gonna give you the load!!” Aaron goes in with full velocity
“Kimochiiii!! Sugoiii Archieee!! You're in my ass hard!!” Momo finds it hard to form words from her pleasure.
“Can't hold Momo-san!! Can’t hold!!” Archie is getting close.
And they finally do; the trio are cumming straight into their ladies’ tight and hot walls, filling them with their gushes of thick cum.
But they don’t let their thick juices go to waste, as the trio quickly take the butt plugs and push them into their respective ladies, preventing the cum from leaking out from their bosses’ freshly fucked holes.
“Ahhh! SO hot, and... oh my, that thing, is in me now “ Jihyo exclaims, her breathings are sexual and erotic
“Ohhh gossshh~~~~ ~~~~ So that’s what it’s all about~~~~~~” Nayeon finally catches her breath; her face is reddened.
“Ahh, sugoii, now I get why we have this today!” Momo does her best to gather the situation
While the ladies are slowly recovering, the trio prep up the small vibrators, then gently place them inside their superiors' wet vaginas, fully stuffing both entrances. As a way of testing, they push the buttons just to tease their boss ladies.
“Ahhhhh…. Oh gosh… that thing…. The vibrations…!” Jihyo moans again.
“You sure love it, Boss, hehe,” said Peter with a cheeky smile.
“Mhpppppmm~~~~agghhh~~~~~~~OMG it… it's… my body is shakingggg~~~~~~” Nayeon is doing her best to fight back her lust.
“Always so sensitive, Nayeonny, hehe.” Aaron is being playful.
“Sugoi-iiiiiii!!!!! It’s running in me!” Momo is enjoying the sudden sensation.
“You're going to feel this even longer, Momo-san!” Archie is vibing with the remote in his hand.
Helping the three ladies prep up again for the event and dressing them up neat and tidy, the trio then gives out their “instructions.”
“So, ladies, here’s the deal with this one, hehe, we will let you have the vibrator and the plug for the rest of the evening!” Peter starts his lines.
“And since we’re the ones having the remotes, that means you ladies will enjoy it according to our control, hehe,” said Aaron with a mischievous tone.
“Hopefully you’ll enjoy this newfound 'excitement,' hehe.” Archie ends the lines.
“That's quite kinky, but I do enjoy the idea “ Jihyo contents with the situation.
“Kinkyyyyy ~~~~ Well, I love being kinky anyway ~~” Nayeon can’t wait for the upcoming ordeal.
“Never thought that thing in those JAVs would work with me!” Momo exclaims with joy.
The trio then turn off their phone’s speakers, ending the first round of their “events,” and quickly get out of the rooms, blending back into the TDG crowds outside.
The three boss ladies also do the same; they quickly get themselves back to the event room, winking at each other while meeting in the hallway, then calmly walk back to the crowds like nothing happened.
“Welcome back, ladies. I’ve been waiting for you,” Bruce greets them again
“Hiii Brucieee ~~ you’re such a gentleman ~~.” Nayeon is flirting again.
“Look at you, Mr. Wayne, dashing and with beautiful ladies again. How about we have some small convo? Hey Smallville, come here quick!” Lois Lane, out of nowhere, suddenly appears from the crowd while signaling her partner, Clark Kent, to follow her.
“Oh...hey Lois, finally here! Good evening, Mr. Wayne and ladies, Clark Kent from the Daily Planet! “Clark clumsily greets them.
“And Lois Lane here as well, I guess you already know, so let’s go straight to the point, shall we?” Lois with her recorder.
The after-party is starting, and Lois and Clark proceed to interview Bruce and the trio of ladies. Jihyo, Nayeon, and Momo are doing their best to reply to each question while hiding the fact they have vibrators and plugs down their private areas. Their bodies are slightly sweating, but thanks to their professionalism, they can bypass that easily without giving many hints.
“So, Mr. Wayne, you’re saying that thanks to these three ladies you’re coming all the way from Gotham to here? Sounds like a great trip. I would say,” Lois is asking her questions.”
“Indeed, Mrs. Lane, these ladies are pretty much my main contributors; I wouldn’t say no for the opportunity.” Bruce replies with a suave tone
“Sureee, Mr. Wayne, did you get any of that Smallville? Mr. Wayne here sure knows how to catch a deal!” Lois is teasingly replying.
“Oh yes, Lois! I’m noting down everything! “Clark is noting down with his clumsy hands
“How about you ladies? Does Mr. Wayne here give you ladies a hard time?” Lois is being a tease again
“Oh nooo~~ not at all... ahh~~ ~~ not at all~~~~” Nayeon is replying while holding her voice down.
“Mr. Wayne... ahh... has been a very trustful client to us, Mrs. Lane!” Jihyo also does her very best to hold down her pleasure-filled voice.
“Hai, ahh... I’m very glad I can meet him face to face!” Momo uses her rather exciting tone to mask out her lustful one.
“Hmmm, well, I guess I was wrong about you, Mr. Wayne. How about you elaborate on some further details from this project you have?” Lois starts to ask more questions
Suddenly, Clark must step in and pauses the convo
“Oh Lois, I... have to go; there are... SUPER things I have to deal with,” Clark with a rather serious tone
“Oh… SUPER things, I got ya, Smallville, go.” Lois winks at him as Clark quickly gets away from the crowds, like he’s using some superpower.
“Actually, Mrs. Lane, ladies, my sincere apologies; I just realized I also have to go to this particular place too, but I will meet you again soon, I promise.” Bruce seems to be in a rush as well right after Clark just left
“Don't promise what you can’t keep, Mr. Wayne. See ya!” Lois is teasing as Bruce is leaving the crowds
“Alfred, prepare my NIGHT suit; I’ll be downstairs shortly.” Bruce is rushing out of the crowds as well
“Byeee Brucieee ~~” Nayeon waves.
“Jeez, can you believe these big boys, always rushing into something? Come on, let’s keep the night away then; it would be relaxing to put all this reporting stuff aside. You in, ladies?” Lois asks
“Ah, yes, Mrs. Lane.” Jihyo holds off her best to answer
“Ohhh~~ ~~ yess ahhh… I would love to; the party seems fun~~.~~” Nayeon replies, knowing the vibrator is working inside her
“Hai, ahh, yess yess, let’s do that!” Momo clumsily replies.
The event keeps on going.
Lois and the three boss ladies are having different convos after convos, unknown to her that Jihyo, Nayeon, and Momo are playing dangerous games with their kinky lusts.
“Oh, my goodness… the vibrator… ahh… I can’t believe this is more challenging that I thought... ahh.” Jihyo is doing her best to keep a calm face, smiling to each conversation.
“Ahhhh~~~~ ~~~~~ gosshhhhh~~~ ~~~ my pussy and ass ~~ it feels amazinggg~~ ~~ but it’s so hard to doo ~~” Nayeon smiles through her erotic thoughts
“Kimochiii~~ ~~ Wait, I shouldn’t feel like this! I’m supposed to stay cool!” Momo is battling her thoughts.
From a far distance, the trio of illustrators are having a great time with their remotes, raising and lowering the power, witnessing their three superiors struggle in each moment. They give themselves small giggles and exchange their playful and rather dirty gazes with each other, catching the curiosity of their co-workers as well.
“Heyyy!!! What are you three laughing about???” Sana approaches them with her glass of wine, slapping their arms.
“Uh … nothing, Squirrel. Why do you ask?” Peter lies to his face
“Nani? I just saw you three giggles??? You three always do this!!! Are you teasing me???” Sana does her best to pry the details
“Ya know, Squirrel, if we ever tease you, we will not giggle to ourselves like a bunch of hyenas like this lol “ Archie claps back
“BAKAAA!! You three are just annoying!!” Sana uses her cute fists to threaten them.
“Yeh, yeh, yeh, you think we’re scared of you, Squirrel? Pleaseeeee,” Aaron teases back.
“Bleeeeeee!!!!! You’re a bunch of weirdos!!! No wonder Boss pays me more than you!!!!” Sana also claps back, showing her tongue
“Sana-chan, we shouldn’t discuss salaries … “Mina stops her.
“Miguin!! Don’t protect them!!!! I can tell they've been teasing me all this time!!! Maybe they’re regretting not asking me out before BLEEEE!!! I’m too pretty and too cute for them BLEEEEE!!! Sana is being goofy.
“Bruh, if any of us ever ask you out, consider it’s Armageddon time, so... NO. Peter claps back.
“Yeh, like we ever want to; dream on, Squirrel.” Aaron gives a teasing thumbs down.
“Who do you think we are, Squirrel? We’re not dumb gooners HAHAHAHA,” Archie laughs back.
“BAKAAAA!! TAKE THIS FALCON PUNCH!!!” Sana punches the three with her small fists.
“Ey yo, what’s going on?” Jeongyeon approaches them with her martini
“Manager Yoo! These three keep teasing me!!” Sana whines.
“You fool! Why don’t you call me LOL?” Jeongyeon teases back, fist bumps the trio,
“NOOOO!!!” Sana whines again.
As the staff are joking and chatting to each other, their three superiors are holding themselves through it all. The vibrators, combined with the butt plugs, are driving them crazy internally, but all they can do is keep a straight face; any moment of break will ruin everything. Small sweats are forming on their bodies; their breathings are slightly faster. Their walks are awkward and uncomfortable, but their professionalism is keeping them together without any visible slippages.
“Oh gosh... if this is going further for the night. ahh... I might... not be able to hold it longer, but I love this secretive sensation, ahh.” Jihyo’s internal thoughts are fighting hard to keep her sane.
“Mhmmm~~~~~~ ahhh~~ ~~ I want to squirt~~~ ~~~ holy mama~~ ~~ I don’t know how long I can hold, but it’s so kinky I like it~~” Nayeon’s erotic mind is running wild.
“Suge, I can’t believe I’m...ahh... able to do this like those JAV girls!” Momo is feeling both exciting and horny.
“ …and Smallville is one of the clumsiest guys I’ve ever met, but I got to admit, I dig that. How about you ladies? Any dates?” Lois's voice snaps the three ladies back to reality.
“Ah, no , not for the moment, Mrs. Lane,” Jihyo replies with slight discomfort.
“Ohh no~~ But I wish too~~,” Nayeon replies with a rather erotic tone.
“Still single, Loi-san!” Momo pushes her energies to reply.
“Jeez, now this is a surprise. You three ladies have no one? Maybe they’ll come sooner than you think, maybe they’re closer than you think, just like how I can tell Smallville or many guys got the gist for me. But anyway, I’ve got to go now too. See you three ladies another time?” Lois teasingly replies.
As Lois quickly leaves the event room, the trio of ladies walk as fast as they can to the restroom, locking the door as quickly as possible. All three of them gasp for air as they finally push out the vibrators inside their vaginas and the plugs in their back holes, with their “holy water” leaking down their thighs, along with the blobs of thick white cum running out from their tight holes.
“Aahhhh... hahhhhhh. Oh my god!” Jihyo gasps for air; her chest is heating up and down fast, and her hands are holding onto the sink.
“Holy mama... hahhhhh~~~~~ It feels good ~~~~~~~ too good ~~~.” Nayeon exclaims with a slightly reddened face and a lustful expression
“Sugoi! I did it… hahhhh… I held it that long!” Momo amazes by her abilities
The three ladies clean themselves up, tidy their clothing, and leave the restroom, where the illustrator trio are waiting for them outside with clean tissues and drinks.
“Hope you enjoyed it, Boss, hehe.” Peter gives Jihyo her colada.
“I did; it was thrilling.” Jihyo sips her colada.
“Glad you liked the thing, Miss Nayeon hehe.” Aaron hands Nayeon her wine.
“Gosh~~ ~~ Should’ve done this long ago~~~~” Nayeon licks her lips.
“Must've been amazing, right, Momo-san?” Archie gives Momo her margarita.
“Hai, now that was wicked!” Momo makes her drink.
The six people are returning to the after-party, blending in like nothing, and enjoying the rest of the night like nothing ever happened between them. Lucky for them, no one seems to notice, not even their staff nor the partygoers.
The next few days, at TDG studio…
“Good morning, everyone.” Jihyo enters the studio with her usual calmness
“GOOD MORNING, BOSS!!!” Every staff member greets her.
“It has come to an end, and I’m very glad this week will mark the final week of our current project. It’s been a long journey, and I’m very proud to say that it’s been a pleasure to work with you all. As your creative director, I’m very pleased with our directions and the end results of our products. Miss Nayeon and Mr. Wayne are currently on the way here to congratulate us on the work, so please welcome them with great applause and sincerity. Other than that, let’s do our best to wrap up the rest of the week, and we can all celebrate.” Thank you, everyone, for listening.” Jihyo slightly bows to her staffs as a thank-you gesture.
“IT'S OUR PLEASURE, BOSS!!” The staff with their enthusiastic replies.
Down at the lobby…
A black limo just stops right at the front door. The old butler Alfred quickly exits and opens the door as Bruce Wayne, with Nayeon next to his side, walks out of the car and proudly enters the building.
“Good morning, Miss Nayeon!! And... you are...sir?” Han, the security guy is a bit confusing.
“Bruce Wayne, from Wayne Industries, pleased to meet you.” Bruce shakes hands with Han; his grip is incredibly strong and surprises Han.
“OH yes, yes, sir! Welcome to … Korea, and to the studio!” Han tries his best to reply.
“Have a good day, Han~~ Today is going to be a great day~~.~~” Nayeon air kisses him.
“Damn it, that guy’s hand nearly crushes the shit out of me … no wonder Miss Nayeon looks so happy around him …” Han,” he exclaims in his head.
Nayeon and Bruce get up to the 9th floor, where TDG Studios is situated.
DING
“Morningggg, my beautiful staff~~~~~~!!!” Nayeon greets with a cheerful voice
“GOOD MORNING, MISS NAYEON!!!” The staff greets back
“I think you already know who this is~~ Let’s welcome Mr. Bruce Wayne to our studio~~~~!!” Nayeon claps her hands.
“Greetings, everyone. Bruce Wayne, from Wayne Industries, very glad to see you all.” Bruce does his bow.
“GOOD MORNING AND WELCOME TO OUR STUDIO, MR. WAYNE!” The staff greets Bruce as well.
“Sugoi, he’s here too!” Momo exclaims.
“Momo-san, that dude is damn big; he looks like he could break me in half lol “ Archie jokes around.
“Yeh dawg, if you touch Miss Nayeon, he’ll fuck you up haha.” Peter and his terrible jokes.
“No wonder Nayeon-unnie got hooked by that guy lol,” Jeongyeon replies while sipping her coffee.
“Man, if I have that much money like that, bro, I’ll just lying around all day haha.” Aaron also jokes around.
“Blee, you nerds will never have that chance, bleeeee.” Sana shows her tongues towards the illustrator trio.
“Welcome, Mr. Wayne, to our studio. I hope you feel comfortable so far.” Jihyo bows at him with a gentle smile
“Of course, Mrs. Park, I’m flattered to be here. Now, how about we continue what we discussed a few days earlier? Right after you and Mrs. Im, Bruce is being a true gentleman with his suave tone.
“Oh my~~~ you’re making me nervous, Brucieee~~~.~~~” Nayeon being a true tease.
“Sana, Mina, I will need you two in my office as well. we will take our final notes with Mr. Wayne here, and please bring every single note we have so far. Thank you. And the rest of the staff, please continue the works at hand before our evening meetings today.” Jihyo commands everyone.
“Haiiii, Boss, right this way, Mr. Wayne!” Sana and Mina guide Bruce to the meeting room.
“Thank you, ladies, and you are...?” Bruce is being polite.
“Minatozaki Sana and my co-worker Myoui Mina! An honor to meet you, sir!” Sana and Mina bow.
“Thank you for the welcoming gestures,” Bruce speaks in Japanese back to the 2 assistants, making them seriously surprise with his perfect accent
“Mondai wa arimasen, Mr. Wayne!” Sana and Mina bow back.
“Momo-san, Jeong, would you join us as well?” Jihyo asks.
“Yeppp, coming. Nice to see you here, Mr. Wayne!” Jeongyeon greets him.
“Hai, ohaiyo gozaimasu, Wayne-san!” Momo follows.
“I'll come as well, Boss!” Dahyun replies and quickly follows them to the meeting room.
The day goes by…
Once their meeting is over, Bruce must excuse himself for other endeavors in Korea.
The TDG staff also finish the Monday meetings with their superiors as well, as everyone is ready for the last week of the project.
“Thank you, everyone. Team leaders, please proceed to divide the last few tasks by tomorrow. Other than that, the meeting is done for the day.” Jihyo closed her presentation files.
“THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, BOSS!!!!” The staff greets her as they’re leaving
“Hey, Jihyo,~~ ~~ I want to go shopping a bit; will you join me, please~~?” Nayeon asks out.
“Oh, yes, Unnie, I will. I don’t have much to do after today either. “ Jihyo gladly accepts.
“Momo-san! Please join us too! ~~I never went shopping with you before. ~~~~~~” Nayeon asks.
“Hai, Nayeon-san! Let’s go!”
“Hey, uh… Unnie, where are you going?” Jeongyeon asks.
“Just shopping ~~ I’m in the mood for it!!~~~” Nayeon winks at Jeong.
“Uh … ok, I mean, aren’t you supposed to be home early today? I mean, tomorrow we’ll have some fan meet and all?” Jeong is wondering.
“Don't worryyyy~~~ ~~~ I’ll be back home soon!!!!! ~~~~ Come on let’s goooooo. ~~~~~”
“Urgghhh… Ok, Unnie, please DO NOT be late, ok? I’ll call FBI for real,” Jeong scoffs
“Don't worry Jeong, I’ll be with her and will let her home safely “ Jihyo said with a dear smile.
The trio of superiors walk downstairs and enter Nayeon’s limo.
But something is off…
Once they got into the limo, Nayeon surprised them with a new driver.
“Huh? ~ Who are you? ~ Did we get into the wrong one? ~~” Nayeon asks
“NO, you didn't.”
The driver then quickly wears a gas mask, and suddenly, smoke is coming from the air vents, and the three ladies are slowly drifting to sleep. The driver then speeds off in an unknown direction, but luckily, Jeong can spot it.
“Hey, wait a minute, that is not the direction of that shopping mall “ Jeong questions
“What's going on, unnie? Something’s wrong?” Dahyun asks.
“What is it, Manager Yoo? You didn’t join the Bosses?” Peter asks out of curiosity.
“I don’t, but why the hell is that limo going THAT direction? That's weird. Lemme call Nayeon-unnie.” Jeongyeon quickly calls Nayeon.
No one replies…
She suddenly feels worried, as she keeps calling Jihyo and Momo as well, but there are no replies.
“Hey, something is wrong; I couldn’t call any of them.”
“Maybe they’re busy talking to Manager Yoo?” Archie asks.
“Nah dude, that whiny lady Nayeon always picks up her phone from me; I have my own ringtone for her. Jeong keeps calling.”
“Huh, and Boss and Momo-san as well, Manager Yoo?” Aaron asks
“Yeh dude, like, wth is going on? Lemme turn on the tracker.” Jeong then pulls out the tracking device.
A strange and rather scared feeling is running through her spine.
“Hey, this… this is not the shopping mall … this is… somewhere far from the city…” Jeongyeon starts to be quite panicked.
“What???? Unnie, where can Nayeon-unnie go???" Dubu feels scared too.
“Oh my god, don’t tell me… Dubu calls emergency!! They’re being kidnapped! FUCK! I SHOULD’VE TAGGED ALONG!!!” Jeongyeon is in full-on panic mode.
“Han!! Call the police!!! Boss, Miss Nayeon and Momo-san are being kidnapped!! Hurry!!!” Dubu rushes back towards the security desk.
“Ok, ok! FUCK! I should’ve known! Something damn strange about that limo!” Han scratches his head and calls emergency.
“Manager Yoo! We’ll go after them! Please give me the tracker!” Peter bravely asks,
“Wait, no, you three, you shouldn’t!” Jeongyeon stops them
“There's no time! Come on, give us that; we can follow them!!” Aaron said in his tone.
“Sorry, Manager Yoo! We’ll have to save our bosses!” Archie yanks the tracker off Jeong’s hand as the three rush to their car.
“FUCK! YOU THREE COME BACK HERE! OH, COME ON!” Jeongyeon yells.
The trio get in their car and push the speed, going as fast as they can following the tracker.
An hour later at an abandoned villa…
“Hmm? What... what just happened?” Jihyo slowly opens her eyes, realizing she’s being tied to a chair. next to her are Nayeon and Momo, who are also slowly waking up as well.
“Hmm… Jihyo? … Momo-san? Where … where are we?” Nayeon asks with a slightly scared tone.
“Hmm… I… I don’t know, Nayeon-san. Why are we… being tied here…?” Momo questions.
Suddenly, a group of men in militia clothing are entering the big room, along with three others in suits following behind them.
“Miss park Jihyo , you recognize us, hehe.” The first man asks
“No, I don’t know who you are. Why are we here? What are you doing to us?” Jihyo asks with a slight anger in her tone.
“Oh, really? You don’t remember us? Huh, this bitch, she caused us trouble and she didn't even remember!” Another man in a suit replies.
“Fuck that, then you better remember, you entitled bitch, you cost us our deal with BRUCE WAYNE! FUCK, do you know how much that cost us, you fucking bitch???” The third man in suit is angry at Jihyo.
“I remember , you three, at that meeting; you were part of the stockholders, Lester, Bart, Sims.” Jihyo remembers now, but still with a rather displeased tone
“You bitch, now you remember??? You cost us a fucking fortune after that day!!” Lester is throwing a tantrum
“This bitch doesn't even remember us. Fuck, she thinks she’s some high class. We asked her out, but NO, we’re so below her, RIGHT???” Sims is swearing at Jihyo
“Oh yehhhh, bitch, you dare to fucking deny us, huh??” Bart is yelling as well
“Why are you doing this? If you have anything with me, we can settle that in professional ways. Why are you doing this act? And why are you dragging Miss Nayeon and Momo-san here?” They're innocent; they have nothing to do with this,” Jihyo is defending with a serious tone
“Oh no, you think we’re going to let little Miss Universe and Pop Idol go? She’s going to give us some damn good times, right, boys????” Lester asks the rest of his crew.
“What... what are you going to do to me????? Let me go!!! Don’t you dare touch me!!!” Nayeon claps back.
“Man, can you believe these bitches? They're looking so helpless now HAHA!” Sims is teasing
“You bitches don’t understand, there is no money involved; THIS is going to be about OUR PLEASURES, for daring to DENY us back then, MISS PARK JIHYO hahaha!” Bart proudly proclaims his dirty thoughts
“Yamenasai! Let go of us!” Momo also claps back
“Ooooohhhh, this Japanese bitch, man, I’m gonna have some damn fun times with her like those JAV sluts hahahaha!” Lester and his shrewd thoughts
“You man, ALL OF US are going to have our nights with these sluts HAHAH!” Sims and his dirty minds.
“Oh ho, come on boys! Let's teach these sluts some MEN power! Maybe they’ll love it once we shove our big cocks into them HAHA!!”
SLAMMMMM
“What the—what the fuck was that sound???” Sims asks.
“You two, go outside and see what the fuck is going on!” Barts calls two militiamen.
“There's no way some cops are here; we’ll fuck them up too!” Lester yells out.
The two militiamen are walking out suddenly…
WHACK
POW
BAAM
“AGHHH!!”
“What the fuck is going on???” Lester asks in frustration.
Once the door opens, the rest of the militia and the trio of stockholders are flabbergasted at the sight of the illustrators' trio, hands are having baseball bats and metal pipes, ready to battle
“Get the fuck off our bosses, you creeps!” Archie bravely yells
“YEAH! Don’t you rapist assess dare to touch them! Fuck off!” Peter yells as well.
“Boss! Miss Nayeon! Momo-san! Are you alright???” Aaron asks out loud
“We're ok!!!! You three, you’ll get killed!!!” Nayeon screams
“Aaron, Peter, Archie! Don’t be foolish! Call the police now!” Jihyo commands with a loud voice.
“Nigeru!” Momo yells as well.
“Oh no no, we’re not going to leave you here, ladies! We're coming! FOR FRODOOOOOO!!!” Peter dashes forward
“AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!!!!!!” Aaron yells, running at full speed
“GO GO POWER RANGERS!!!!!!” Archie and his battle cry
The trio of illustrators suddenly turns into "superheroes," as they bravely fend off the militiamen with only their baseball bats and metal pipes.
Surprisingly enough, the three nerds are gaining the upper hand, beating up the militia while taking some hits as well, but their undying courage has gone through the roof now.
WHACKKK
POWWWWWW
BAMMMMMM
SNAP
POWWWW
WHACKKKKK
“Ooffff, take that, you jerk!!! I HAVEEEEEE THE POWERRRRRR!!!!!!!” Aaron is doing his very best whacking the militia men with his metal pipe, swinging it like a sword, hitting the heads of the militia men
“UGH, goddamn it, have a load of thisss!!! TURTLE POWERRRRR!!!!!!" Archie is mimicking some ninja moves, waving his baseball bat to the militia
“OUGGHH!!! Take this, you dick!!! HADOU-KENNNNNNN!!!!!” Peter uses some moves he learned from video games, punching and kicking the militia.
The trio surprise the militiamen and the three stockholders, making them fall back one by one. They couldn’t believe the three nerds are able to do this with their idiotic but brave guts
“FACK! FALL BACK!!! FALL BACKK!!!” Sims is running for his life.
“Shit!!!! These fuckers are tough!!!” Bart is rushing out to the door.
Once the enemies are running out of the villa, the illustrators' trio are cheering up their “victories.”
“WE DID IT NERDDSSSS!!! TO INFINITY AND BEYONDDDD!!!” Peter yells
“FREEDOM IS THE RIGHT OF ALL BEINGSSSS!!!!!” Archie raises his hands
“YIPPE KI YAYYYY MOTHER FUCKER!!!! WAKANDA FOREVER!!!!” Aaron excites
In the other corner, the three ladies are seriously surprised.
They have no words for what just happened; seeing their nerd trio channel their energies to save them like this isn’t on their cards tonight.
“They … they just did that??” The three ladies are still collecting what just happened.
“Boss!! Boss!!! You’re alright???” Archie quickly runs to Jihyo and unties her
“Miss Nayeon!! You’re, ok????” Peter rushes to her place
“How... how did you learn... to do that?” Jihyo, in her most surprise tone ever
“We learned it from Bruce Lee and Jet Li’s movies, Boss!!” Aaron replies
“But... but how?????” Nayeon with her eyes wide open
“Ayyyy, we learned that a while ago, ladies!! Bruce Lee, Jet Li, Jackie Chan, Donnie Yen—holy shit, a lot!!” Peter replies as well
“Nani????? but… that’s …” Momo surprises as well
“No worries, ladies! Come on, let’s get the hell out of here!” Archie rushes them
But things aren’t going that easily.
It only takes a few minutes for the three stockholders to come back with a larger group of militia men. This time they consist of men carrying heavy armed rifles and guns, with some of them in larger builds and physiques, looking like wrestlers or strongmen.
“Oh fuck, we’re toasted …” Aaron in shocks
“Uh … shit … that’s … not good, dude …” Peter is also in disbelief.
“Hey, uh … How the hell can we get out… Archie questions
“You DON'T, you fuckers! Hit 'em, boys!” Bart commands his men
The trio of illustrators pull all their lucks and charge in, but none of it is working as the giant militia men quickly subdue them with their raw strengths, beaten the trio to a pulp
“MORTAL KOMBATTTTTTTTTTT !!!!!!!!!” The trio screams out their lungs
POW
WHACKK
POWW
BAAAAAM
“Ooof… fuckkk… that's… gonna hurt… Ooffff.” Aaron falls to the floor like a mosquito being slapped
“Arghh… goddamn it, man… can’t feel my soul …” Archie is quickly being punched to the guts, falling as well
“Holy crap…. That guy just chokes slammed me … my back …” Peter is being thrown down the floor like a rag doll
“You worm! You think you can go that easy?” Sims is teasing them.
“Hit ‘em harder, boys! Fuck 'em up!” Lester commands as well
The trio of nerds are being beaten heavily. The militiamen give them a real beating, giving them real hell like they just participated in a WWE match. Their bodies are bloodied and bruised, with the trio of stockholders also joining in the “fun” of beating three helpless nerds.
“NOOOO!!!!! STOP!!!! STOP IT!!!! LET THEM GOOOO!!!” Nayeon screams and cries out
“YAMETEEEEE!!!!!” Momo also screams.
“STOP THIS AT ONCE! OR ELSE…” Jihyo is having the loudest tone for the day
“Or else what, bitch? You think we’re going to let you go? We’re going to beat the fuck out of your little boyfriends here, and then we’ll have an entire night with you three sluts!” Lester laughs out
“Take this, you little shit!” Sims are kicking the nerd trio down the floor
“You boys, fucking kill these idiots!” Bart with his evil direction
“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!” The three ladies scream in unison
Suddenly
BLANGGGGGGG
“Hey... what the fuck was that again???” Lester?” he asks in shock as the noise startles him
“You three dickheads, you have more people????” Sims asks while kicking the nerd trio
“No… don’t know… ughh…” Peter in his weak voice
“Then wtf was that noise?? Go check them, boys!” Bart commands his men again.
“How... the hell. Do we know … ughh?” Archie, eyes are half open, replies to the best of his capacity
“Yeh … maybe … the cops found you … ugh.” Aaron teases back in his injured self
WHACKKKK
BAMMMMM
“What the fuck???” Lester starts to feel scared
“Hey, you fool, what the hell is happening out there????” Sims screams to the walkie-talkie.
“BOSS!!! WE’RE BEING HIT!! THERE’S … AGHHHHHHH….”
The walkie-talkie stops
NO one replies back
A deadly silence covers the entire area
“What… what the fuck is happening….” Bart is cowering behind his men, who are already prep up their weapons
The militiamen then form a perimeter around their three bosses and prepare for what’s coming
“SURROUND THE BOSSES! GUNS READY!” The militiamen raise up their guns
CLING
An object falls from the ceiling
POOOFFFF
Smoke is everywhere, covering the entire area, blurring the militiamen's visions
Then all the sudden, their weapons are being tagged with some small devices that neutralize and paralyze the ones with heavy arms.
BAM
BAM
BAM
“AGHHH” The militiamen start to fall down the ground, trying their best to getting up
But something is coming
A dark shadow falls from the ceiling, blending itself to the smoke
It beats down the militia men; one by one they’re being brutally beaten down by a force they could barely see. The militiamen start to scream in panic; they couldn’t see what’s truly going on.
“AGHH!!! WHAT THE…!!??” A militiaman screams.
POWW
“UGHH!!! REMAIN IN POSITIONNNN!!!” Another militiaman cries out in horror
WHACK
The dark figure is a force to be reckoned with.
It breaks their bones, hitting their faces, diaphragms, and legs without any mercy in fast paces, like a demon just out for a kill. The militiamen are helpless even if they’re fully armed to the teeth.
“HIT ITTTT!!! HIT ITT!!!” Another one screams in full fright
WHACKKK
“NO … NO NO NO!!!” One more scream in pain
POW
It takes down the heavily armed militia men with little to no struggles; even the toughest of them are being beaten with a few moves, bleeding out, and having their bones wrecked.
POW
WHACKK
BAMMM
POW
CRACKKK
“UGHHHHHH,” the militia men can’t seem to survive the sheer horror.
Some militia men are still able to hold their weapons as they fire rapidly towards the smoke.
But, to their surprise, the figure throws multiple sharp projectiles towards them, quickly taking them down to the ground, with them groaning in pain. One of the projectile falls right next to the trio of nerds, making them shock to realize what it is
“Hey… what’s… what’s that thing… hey… that… that silhouette … that thing …” Archie collects his thoughts
“That's… that’s no normal projectile… it’s… it’s….” Peter shocks
“IT'S BATMAN!!!!!!” The nerd trio in unison
That’s exactly what just happened
Once the smoke starts to fade, the militiamen are lying all over, groaning for their dear lives. Some are knocked out cold, and some are helplessly moving with the last bit of their energies.
In the middle of them, a tall and intimidating figure stands tall above all.
That figure is none other than the legendary dark knight of Gotham, Batman.
Wearing his armored Batsuit, clad with white eyes for his cowl and a dark cape, he is enough to intimidate the bravest souls.
He walks slowly towards the few remaining militia men, along with the trio of stockholders, where they approach the three ladies for hostages
“FUCK!!! YOU… YOU STOP RIGHT THERE!!! OR I’LL… I’LL FUCKING SHOOT THESE BITCHES !!!” Lester screams in huge fear
Batman doesn’t say anything.
In quick succession, he counters them with his moves, quickly disabling them with ease, punching each of the rest of the goons with brute force. Some of them run for their lives, including Bart and Sims, towards the big van outside and quickly disappear.
“OH FUCK, LET’S BAIL!!!” Bart screams
“WAIT FOR ME!!!” Sims is rushing out
But they can’t get away too far.
Suddenly, their van is being lifted into the air, scaring the hell out of them.
Something is making them fly to the sky
Then that force is making them fly back to the villa, where they’re being put down to the ground again.
BAM
“What… what now???” Sims asks.
“Dafuckk... did we... just fly?????” Bart also asks
Then, in front of them, a muscular man descends from the sky.
His cape is bright red in the night sky, accompanied by a bright blue costume and an S on his chest.
And it’s none other, than the Man of Steel himself, Superman
“Gentleman, I think you’re going somewhere I presume?” Superman asks with a heroic tone.
“Oh fuck…” Bart and Sims, and the rest of the militia as well.
Superman then crushes the door’s handle and breaks the wheels so they can’t go anywhere for the moment.
He then flies inside the villa, where Batman is interrogating Lester, scaring the last bit of soul out of him
“WHERE IS YOUR LEAD!!? I’M RUNNING OUT OF PATIENCE.” Batman’s voice is shattering and intimidating; there’s no way Lester can reply well
“I… fuck… I… I don’t know, man… Please… I’m… I’m just… I’m just a dude …” Lester scares shitless, not even able to forms proper words
“Why are YOU here?” Batman quickly notices Superman walks in.
“I imagine you’ll need some help, but seems like the usual then,” Superman replies with a calm tone
“Did you catch the rest of them?” Batman with his no-nonsense tone
“I did; they are outside,” Superman replies again with a calm tone
“I found a clue from them, but that’s about it. We will have to find more,” Batman with his serious tone, throwing Lester down to the floor
“I think you scared them a lot more than I think.” Superman then walks towards the three ladies, and the trio of nerds are still lying down below.
“Thank… thank you… Superman … and Batman too …” The nerd trio in their bests
“You are injured; I can see with my x-ray vision you’re suffering with some broken bones. Help is on the way. And ladies, are you ok?” Superman asks with a caring tone
“Yes, Mr. Superman, thank you,” said Jihyo with a soft tone
“OMG, thank you, thank you~~.~~” Nayeon also being thankful
“I can’t believe... woah, Batman, and Superman, arigatou gozaimasu,” Momo replies as well
“Batman, do you think this is involved with Black Mask? Or any of your adversaries? Two-faced? Oh... he’s gone.” Superman turns back, seeing Batman already disappeared
“I can’t believe how he can do that all this time,” Superman with a small smirk.
Police sirens can be heard outside, as their patrol vehicles are approaching the villa. Jeongyeon quickly gets out from one of them and starts to go in front with some SWAT men.
“THIS IS SMPA! PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!” The chief of police in his megaphone
“It's alright, Chief, I got everything under control now," said Superman in his confident tone.
“Superman?? How???” The chief and his squad can’t believe what they’re seeing
“Nayeon-unnie!!!! OMG you’re here!” Jeongyeon is happy to see Nayeon as she quickly spots her.
“JEONNGGIIEEEEEEEEEE!!~~~~~!~~~~~!!! I’M HERE! I’M HERE!!!!” Nayeon shouts out as Jeongyeon, and the police force quickly approach them
“OMG, Unnie, are you ok??? You’re hurt??” Jeong quickly asks
“I'm ok ~~!!! OMG Jeongie, I’m so scared!!~~” Nayeon replies while crying
“JI, Momo, are you two, ok?” Jeong asks as well
“We're good Jeong, we’re ok, but Aaron, Peter, Archie…” Jihyo and Momo then rush to the nerd trio
“Medics are here. Shit, they look terrible. Who did this?” Jeong exclaims
“The three stockholders who offended me last time, and his militiamen," Jihyo explains the situation
“Jesus, ok, next time, I will hire serious force to protect you, Nayeon-unnie. I seriously felt stupid that this happened. They fooled me; I should’ve checked that driver earlier and been more careful,” Jeong regrets.
“Jeongie, it’s ok~~. ~~ I’m still here~~. ~~ Thanks for coming. I’ll go with you next time, ok? I was being reckless too...” Nayeon feels guilty.
“Ok, Unnie, I’ll promise you this won’t happen next time. Come on, let’s go home; Dubu is worried too.” Jeong gives the three ladies coats.
As the three ladies and Jeong walks out the door, they pass by to Superman to say thanks again
“Thank you, Superman.” Jeong shows her gratitude
“It was Batman who saved them; I was just doing my small part in helping. Your other three friends were also very brave too, but hopefully they won’t be that reckless anymore,” said Superman with a calm and caring tone
Medics are coming in, putting the illustrator trio on stretchers
“Oh no~~ Can... can we quickly get them to the hospital... this place is far... ~~” Nayeon worries
“No worries, we can make it; they will be ok, Miss.” Some of the medics are handling the situation, then putting the trio onto the ambulances as quick as possible.
“Superman, thank you; we’ve been looking for these guys for months! All right, people, let’s clear out!” The chief of police commands his squad
“There is no need, chief; I’m happy to help. A friend of mine saved them before me, and these three brave fellas too. I’m just glad everyone is ok,” said Superman with his heroic tone again.
“Man, I can’t believe someone like you would be here; that’s… kind of rare. It would be great to have more people like you around here!” The chief in his disbelief
“I just have some urgencies here, that’s all.” The Justice League is on a case and South Korea is one of the locations,” Superman replies with his usual heroic tone
“Damn, man, I never thought things were that crazy. But thanks again big man.” The chief shakes Superman’s hand
“My pleasure, Chief. Well then, I think it’s time for me to go. Please take care, everyone, and good night, ladies and gentlemen. Up, up and away!”
Superman then flies up to the sky and speeds off to an unknown location, not before waving at the people.
“Jeongie~~ how... how did you find me...?” Nayeon asks.
“Lucky for you, I put trackers on your belongings, and even luckier, one of them was from Mr. Wayne as a… gift for you, and that one can track ANYWHERE without disruptions. And these three goofballs took it from me, and I must use my spare one to track you down.” Jeong explains
“Oh~~ woa, I did not know that...~~ “ Nayeon is still catching up
“But how did Batman and Superman get here? I feel quite curious.” Jihyo still questions the situation.
“Beats me, but it's good that you’re all safe. now let’s get the three goofballs to the hospital.” Jeong
“Move along! You three are in big trouble for hiding all this time!” The chief is rushing the stockholder trio, letting his squad put them into their patrol vehicles.
The rest of the police force is helping everyone get home safely, but Jihyo, Nayeon, Momo, and Jeong are willing to stay at the hospital for the night to care for their nerd employees, ending an eventful night.
The next morning
“Hm…. Where the hell am I … Archie slowly opens his eyes
“What in the world…. Oh shit, it hurts...” Peter groans
“Goddamn it… can barely move…” Aaron feels uncomfortable
The trio are waking up one by one, seeing themselves bedridden, bodies covered with bandages, and arms hooked up with IV drips. A nurse is coming to check onto their situations along with a doctor as well
“Uh … doc … are we … uh … dying?” Peter asks with a weak voice
“You all suffered from broken ribs, fractures in bones, facial cuts and body bruises, and internal bleeding from organs, especially in the pancreas and bladder, but last night we were able to hold it off for you. Right now, you will need proper rest and recovery time for about one to two months, depending on your recovery state.” The doctor gives them the diagnosis.
“Damn... ok... I guess we’re off limits now, boys...” Archie groans.
“Yeh… so much for being… half-assed heroes…” Aaron groans as well.
“Here are some prescriptions for medicine you will take for the day, along with meal schedules. And oh, you have some visitors too.” The nurse invites them in
“Aaron!!~~ Archie!!~~ Peter~~~~!!” Nayeon rushes in
“Oh hey … Miss Nayeon … ouch …” Aaron does his best to say hi.
“You three, how are you doing now?” Jihyo with a calm tone
“We're… alive, Boss… ow… man, my legs…” Peter tries to move his body
“Hey, hey, don’t move too much; stay there and rest,” Momo calms them down
“Don't worry about us much, ladies … ouch … we’re … ow … ok …” Archie is having a difficult time
“Hey, you three, rest up; don’t force yourself,” Jeong tells the trio
“Boss… we’re sorry to let you … you know… see our reckless butts like this … and let you… stay here all night…”“ Peter apologizes to his boss.
“Don't think about it; rest up, but please, don’t do this again, ok? Other than that, thank you for being there for us.” Jihyo, being thankful, gives them a comfort smile
“Ladies… you should go home…. We nerds can handle things …” Archie,” with a weak voice.
“Noo~~ ~~ We’ll stay with you for the day~~ ~~ Don’t worry about it~~!! The fan meeting can be rescheduled.
“Hai, and you’re going to need some help; you won’t be good in that state!” Momo,” with a cheerful voice
“Also, Mr. Wayne is generous enough to pay all the medical bills for you noobs, so yeah, just stay there and rest and don’t waste it,” Jeong adds in.
“Now you should rest; we’ll be around here, ok?” Jihyo,” with a softer tone
“Thanks, Boss… thanks Miss Nayeon… Momo-san… Manager Yoo …” The trio in unison
The trio then rest for the days, with their superiors taking turns taking care of them.
“Ok, you three, time to take your medicine “ Jihyo reminds them
“Yes, Boss…!” The trio heeds her reminder
“Don't forget some food! ~~ You’re going to have enough nutrition, okie? ~~” Nayeon preps up the food for them.
“Yes... Miss Nayeon...” The trio do their best to take the food
“And also, don’t watch too many phones! You need rest, not playtime! Genki de itekudasai!” Momo also reminds them
“Yes… Momo-san…” The trio’s phones are being “ confiscated” by their team leader
“Man, you three are like their nannies now lol; don’t baby them too much “ Jeongyeon tease the three superior ladies
“Soooo ~~ are you jealous ~~?? Do you want me to take care of you, Jeongiee??~~” Nayeon teases back.
“Uh … NO lol. Please don’t, Unnie; if you take care of me, I'd rather do it myself.” Jeong claps back while sipping her Pepsi.
The following days, the trio are being visited by his co-workers as well, as they replace their superiors to help.
“Bakaaa, Peter! You must take this one! The doctor already said it!!” Sana forces Peter to take the medicine.
“ Please Squirrel… I know…”…” Peter replies...
“Aaron-kun, you can’t do that too much! Your legs aren’t healed yet! “Mina forces Aaron to sit properly.
“Yeh, yeh… Thanks, Mina-chan…” Aaron listens to his coworker.
“You know, I’m not sure if I should call you nutjobs brave or utterly stupid to do that. Do you know how dangerous that gang is, bro?” Bambam teases Archie and the other two
“Dude... how the hell do we know, man... the boss ladies were in trouble....” Archie replies while taking his soup
“I read the news; those guys are crazy. Some of them are terrorists too, damn scary.” Ryujin is scrolling on her phone while talking to the trio, with Yeji and Sullyoon next to her
"Man…and I heard you met Batman and Superman?? How the hell did that even happen?” Felix asks.
“Beats me… we were there… we got our shit beaten up… and Batman appeared… knocked the hell out of those goons… then Superman came…” Archie recalls.
“Yeh... everything was damn fast, man...” Peter adds in also while taking his medicine
“That's wild! Is Superman handsome??” Yeji and Sullyoon ask.
“But seriously though, you guys were damn crazy to barge in like that; luckily nothing too crazy happened later," Ryujin remarks.
“These nerds watched too many kung fu movies lol, but I have to admit, that was damn reckless, bro. don’t do that crazy,” shit again,” Bambam recommends
“Deshoo??? They watched too many movies!! Bleee!!! I told them all the time!! Now we must take care of them like nannies!! Come on, little Peter, open wide for Nanny Sana!” Sana teases with the food spoon
“Haha …very funny, Squirrel,” Peter replies with a sarcastic tone.
“You three better take care of yourselves, ok? If you’re doing well, I’ll share my Legos with you!” Mina encourages them...
“ Thanks Mina-chan …” Aaron thanks Mina while fist-bumping with her
“Yeh, you better get your shit heal up lol, or Momo-san and I are going to have to keep doing parts of your works for overtime, you nerds,” Felix teases
“Yeh … thanks for the help, Felix.” Archie gives Felix a thumbs up.
Back at TDG Studio
“HeyHey Dubu, do you, do you want some food??” Jeong asks...
“Yes, Unnie! "Oh, check on them. btw, I’ll pass by the hospital to check on the guys too!” Dahyun preps her stuff.
“Yeh, yeh, we can do that after food; now let’s go, I’m hungry." Jeong rushes her
“Nayeon-unnie, will you go with us? Or do you want us to buy something?” Dahyun asks Nayeon.
“No, Dubu~~No, Dubu~~I think I’ll stay here for food with Jihyo and order Momo-san. Do you mind ordering something for me?" Nayeon asks.
“Sure!! Of course, Unnie! We’ll be back!!” Dahyun quickly follows Jeongyeon. Jeongyeon.
"See you soon, Unnie. Text me what you want, ok?” Jeongyeon adds in.
“Have a great lunch~~.” Nayeon winks.
Nayeon then quickly goes into Jihyo’s office, where Momo is already there as well...
“Ohaiyo, Nayeon-san!!” Momo greets her
“Ohaiyo ~~ Jihyo, Momo-san, can I talk to you two a bit ~~?” Nayeon with a rather softer tone than usual
“Oh yes, Unnie I want to discuss with you and Momo-san something too, right Momo-san??” Jihyo said with her usual calm tone,
“Hai, Nayeon-san, please sit here!” Momo shares the couch with Nayeon
“Unnie, you go first. What's on your mind?” Jihyo dips in the water
“Oh...Oh… well...well… ~~ I feel...feel… I feel guilty after what happened to the trio. I was being reckless, and then, and then it happened. They’re in the hospital now because of one of my dumb mistakes. I… I want to repay them somehow.” Nayeon explains her thoughts
“Unnie, I feel the same. The thoughts of seeing my employees risk their lives like that for me have stirred my mind for the last few days. It doesn’t feel right to me if I only help them too little, and I feel like it’s my responsibility to take care of my employees as well. I changed a lot over the past few months thanks to their rather eccentric but amicable attitude. They worked hard for the studio as well, and I want to reward their contributions.” Jihyo with her deep thoughts.
“Hi, me too. I like them as my team players as well. They really listened to my advice, and they had camaraderie moments with me. I really appreciate that from them. I’m one of those people who prefers to work alone, but they really helped me to handle a team.” Momo adds her thoughts as well.
The three ladies then stay quiet a bit.
But in an instant, a thought appears in their heads, like their thoughts link with each other.
“I got it!” The three ladies in unison.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking ~~?” Nayeon asks with a sudden exciting voice.
“I think I do, Unnie,” said Jihyo with a bright smile.
“Sugoi, we shared thoughts!” Momo claps her hands.
The three ladies then discuss their thoughts again; this time, something is forming out from their minds, something that would end up amazing.
“Oooohhh~~~ Let’s do that~~~~~~!!! Are we in Momo-san? Jihyo?” she asks in a cute voice
"Yes, let's go!” Momo says with a confident tone.
Jihyo stays quite a bit, then fully agrees.
“Let's do it; it will be amazing," Jihyo nodded.
Time goes by, and the trio is finally recovered enough from their injuries for them to leave the hospital, albeit with some bruises still left, but able to walk a bit more properly.
They are finally able to get back to their places and get some proper comforts beside the cares of their superiors and colleagues.
“Yo… damn dude, finally, home sweet home" Archie takes a deep breath.
"Gosh, I love my apartment. Man, I miss that PS5.” Peter quickly dives into the couch and turn on his PS5.
“Man, goddamn it. I need to build that Nu Gundam now.” Aaron quickly opens his Gundam box.
Beep...beep
A message is blinking on their phones
“NaBunny : Helloooo boysssss ~~~~”
“AaronMeta: Oh, hello Miss Nayeon!"
“BossJihyo :Hello, are you three, ok?”
“PeterSpider : Boss? Thank you for asking, we're good!”
“MomoMoguri: Omedetou !Welcome back ! “
“Arigatou Momo-san!!”
“BossJihyo: How is everyone? You’re fully recovered as of today?”
“AaronMeta: No problem, boss! Some bruises and still sore, but we’ll have some recovery therapies soon!”
“MomoMoguri: Sugoii, miss seeing you three around my place!”
“ArchieGray: We’ll be back soon, ladies!”
“NaBunny: You three, I’m doing a house party this weekend; you should come!!! ~~~ everyone is here ~~!!”
“PeterSpider: Everyone! We’re in! Will you be there too, Boss?”
“BossJihyo: I will. I am the one who suggested the idea, a welcome back party for you three. you earned it.”
“MomoMoguri: Don't be late, guys!”
“NaBunny: Also, hope you three don’t have any other plans during the weekend!! ~~ Got something special for you!!! ~~ ~~SO, be there!!~~”
“House party?” Aaron surprises
“Huh, seems like they have something for us nerds.” Peter scratches his head
“Yeh, oh well, I need to have some of that; let’s go then.” Archie nods his head
synopsis: momo notices you getting closer to jihyo, mentioning her name too often and hanging out with her every second of the day. so, she decides that you need to relearn who you belong to.
author’s note: thanks for the req! i hope you like it :D the ending could be a little better but im a little tired soorry
“my shoulders hurt,” you whine as you slump in your chair. you close the textbook in front of you and turn your head to the side in hopes of stretching your neck — only to wince at the burning pain in your muscles.
jihyo quickly gets up from the chair next to you and puts your hands on your shoulders. she circles the hard knots in your neck with her thumbs, squeezing and kneading in a way that feels so, so good. you can’t even stop the moan that slips past your lips.
“does it hurt too much?” jihyo asks in worry at the noise, stopping the movements of her hands.
“no no,” you blurt, just a beat too fast. “keep going, please.”
jihyo resumes, and you could feel your body relaxing under her touch. you eyes flutter shut at the relief, your eyes growing heavy when a familiar voice calls your name.
“y/n, i’ve called you 3 times! why didn’t you—”
momo freezes at the sight in front of her, her eyes narrowing at how intimate it all looks. you look far too relaxed for her liking, and the way jihyo’s hands touch your bare shoulders causes a hot flash of anger to run through her.
“mm what? oh momo, hi,” you say, your voice a bit dreamy. momo swallows hard as she walks towards you and the korean girl, trying to calm her thoughts.
“i called you so many times,” momo pouts, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ears. she feels the need to touch you more affectionately than jihyo, to make it clear that you belong to her and not anyone else.
“her phone is dead,” jihyo answers cooly for you. she’s still massaging your aching muscles, much to momo’s distaste.
“huh,” is all momo says, her gaze on the korean girl less than friendly. it’s sharp and hostile, but jihyo doesn’t seem to notice.
“yeah, it’s dead because someone made me take so many photos of her at the cafe,” you say, a teasing smile on your face. jihyo throws her head back to laugh.
“you offered!” jihyo retaliates, hitting your shoulder blade lightly. momo just looks back and forth between you and jihyo, confusion etched on her face. she doesn’t like how close the two of you seem, how easy it is for you to forget her presence in the company of jihyo.
“you’re still coming over tonight, right?” momo asks when you stop laughing. there’s a quiet desperation in her voice, a quiet pleading for you to turn your attention on her.
“oh, i mean—”
“but—”
you and jihyo talk over each other. momo’s brows furrow further, her insides twisting in an uncomfortable way.
“i don’t think i can today,” you say gently, as if your softening your tone will make the blow a little less painful. “i promised jihyo that i’d help her with her project tonight.”
jihyo, jihyo, jihyo. momo hates hearing her name come out of your mouth, how every sentence you say seems to mention her. she hates the smug look that jihyo sends her way, as if she’s won something. technically, she has — she’s won all your attention, every minute of your time.
momo just nods, afraid that words would betray her. she can feel her nails digging into her palm, her heart beating unevenly as your words ring in her brain. the way you said her name repeats in her mind like a mantra, over and over again like a punishment.
“maybe some other time,” jihyo says to momo, her voice not even a bit apologetic. “y/n, i think it’s time we head out. we have to walk all through campus to get to my dorm.”
you nod automatically at her words, as if you’re a puppy. momo has to bite back a scoff at how easily you start packing your belongings, not even shooting another glance at her.
“bye!” you say cheerfully. you wave quickly to the japanese girl before running to catch up with jihyo.
momo swears she sees red in her vision.
—
for the next few days, all momo hears out of your mouth is jihyo. jihyo this, jihyo that, something funny jihyo said. it drives her crazy.
momo tries to look interested when you retell a fascinating story that happened to jihyo. she nods along as you ramble, words flowing out of your mouth except for the occasional giggles.
“y/n,” momo says a bit seriously as soon as you finish talking. you take a sip of your iced coffee.
“yeah?”
“do you want to go to a party with me tomorrow?”
your eyes light up. “what? i’d love to — that sounds so fun!” you say enthusiastically. your eagerness makes her smile. she leans back into her chair, feeling a sense of accomplishment… that lasts for exactly 10 seconds.
“should i invite jihyo?”
momo’s smile drops slowly, her expression turning into disbelief. she’s about to scream ‘no’ when an idea pops up in her brain.
“sure, why not,” momo says calmly. her shoulders immediately relax as she develops her plan.
“great! let me text her real quick.”
you barely notice the way momo continues to look at you, how the gears in her mind turn.
—
“momo… wow, you look great,” you say in awe. the older girl has on a body-tight dress, black in color with very thin straps. her shorter hair is curled in loose waves, the same way you said looks good on her. you’re able to make out her rock-hard abs from how tight the dress is, and it only helps accentuate the swell of her chest.
“thanks, darling. you too.” momo drinks in your outfit, her gaze lingering a bit too long at certain places. you look down at the ground to avoid her stare.
“hey guys.”
“jihyo!” you immediately squeal, smiling as the girl approaches you. momo suppresses the urge to roll her eyes. you’d be rolling them for an entirely different reason soon anyways.
—
“what do you want to drink?” jihyo asks you, talking a bit louder to be heard over the music.
this time, momo actually does roll her eyes. if jihyo knew you at all, she’d know you didn’t drink. you had the worst tolerance of anyone she knew, barely able to handle just 2 shots of a drink.
“uhhh, i don’t really drink,” you say. momo feels immensely smug at your response. a mere “oh” is all jihyo has to say before walking to get herself a drink — she was an avid alcohol lover after all..
this is the moment momo has been waiting for, for the two of you to be alone.
“y/n,” momo whispers into the shell of your ear. you feel goosebumps rise at how close she is, so close that you can feel her body heat radiating off of her. “let’s go somewhere a little less loud, hmm?”
she grabs onto your arm and drags you into what you think is an empty bedroom.
“momo, are we even allowed to be—”
momo shushes you by putting a hand over your mouth. your eyes widen to look at her, surprised at the dark look in her eyes. she slowly starts to walk you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. she pushes you hard onto the mattress, and a gasp escapes your lips.
she flips you over onto your stomach with surprising force, her fingers trying to find the zipper to your dress. she roughly pulls it all the way down, leaving you bare in just your bra and underwear.
“do you know,” momo drawls as she runs a hand down your back. “how fucking infuriating it was to hear you talk about jihyo all week?”
you’re barely able to form any thoughts — momo’s low tone coupled with the movement of her hand makes your brain go to mush.
“was it on purpose?” momo continues asking, her voice husky and velvet. she unhooks your bra, and you feel a light shudder wreck through your body. she turns you over again, smirking a little at the sight of your bare chest — your nipples are already rock-hard.
“so fucking pretty,” momo says. her hands roughly grabs your breasts, squeezing them so hard that the sensation borders both pain and pleasure. a whimper slips past you, one that only seems to spur the japanese girl on.
“seems like you’ve forgotten who you belong to, hmm? guess i’ll just have to mark you up real good.”
momo latches her lips onto your neck, sucking hard against the delicate skin. your head falls back, providing more access of your nape to the older girl. she marks you without mercy, only stopping when she’s finished putting two red spots on your neck, placed high so that it can’t be covered by any piece of clothing.
after looking at the hickeys she made with satisfaction, she moves her hands down your body, stopping just at the top of your lacy black underwear. she yanks them down quickly, chuckling a little when she sees just how wet you are — your arousal continues to drip, some of it even getting on the bed below you. momo murmurs something under her breath while you continue to lie there, your pussy desperately clenching around nothing.
then, without any sort of warming, she slams two digits into you, her fingers sliding in with ease. something that resembles a strangled cry comes out of you — she’s going too fast, too rough. each thrust is full of force, one that you didn’t think she was capable of.
“you know, baby, im almost starting to think you did this on purpose. if you wanted me to fuck you stupid, why didn’t you just ask me?” momo says smugly amidst your string of curses and moans. you’re barely able to open your eyes, the pleasure dragging your eyelids down. your hands fist the sheets, trying to keep your body still against the strength that momo’s pushing inside of you.
“momo— f-fuck,” you gasp out when she fucks you even harder, so hard to the point you’re afraid you’ll walk with a limp tomorrow or not be able to walk at all. you can’t even control your moans anymore — they spill out of you raw and broken.
“you fucking asked for it, slut.”
the room is filled with the sound of your moaning and sex, the squelching sound as her fingers appear and disappear inside you.
suddenly, you hear a faint voice calling your name.
“y/n?”
it’s jihyo, her voice a little slurred at the edges. her voice makes you freeze, your entire body tense as you pray the door was locked in advance. your eyes widen when momo connects the dots as to who’s outside the door and thrusts even harder into you. you bite down into your lip hard to prevent any sound from escaping your lips, your hips arching erotically into the bed.
“y/nn? where are you?” jihyo calls again outside the door, completely oblivious to what’s truly happening inside the door right next to her.
“that’s it, baby. you like that, don’t you — knowing jihyo could walk in any moment to find you getting fucked like a slut, hmm? don’t bite your lips, darling. let her hear how well you’re taking my fingers.”
her words only spur you on further, your pussy gushing around her hand. despite her words, you try to stay quiet, doing everything you can to not let even a single syllable out. but everything feels too good, especially the way her fingers drag their length in and out of you. her fingers hit your g-spot each time with perfect precision. her other hand has a vice grip on your thigh, keeping your legs nice and open for her.
“mmmh, i– m-momo,” your eyes flutter to the back of your head, your hips moving erratically. you can feel the tight sensation in your lower stomach, and the delicious way your entire body buzzes with pleasure.
momo chuckles. “good girl, keep saying my name. say who you belong to.”
your climax hits you like a trainwreck, all at once. you scream her name as you cum, all thoughts about jihyo and the party long forgotten.
momo bites her lip as she stares at your ruined state. you look so vulnerable with your breathing still uneven, your body still splayed out in the position she fucked you in. your legs are limp against her, and your eyes remain closed from the overload of pleasure.
☆ | description ; having two girlfriends is even more fun when they’re both obsessed with you.
☆ | content ; smut, a little bit of fluff, one line that could maybe count as angst. overstimulation. jihyo is a FREAK
☆ | notes ; here you go you FREAKS… also this is the fastest ive ever written and the wildest fic ive ever made idk what happened to me
☆ | word count ; 5.6k
You wake just as you always do; wrapped up in the arms of one of your girlfriends, with the other always within reach. Today, Momo's arms are warm around your waist, and Jihyo's shoulder apparently became the perfect headrest overnight.
They're already awake when you stir, talking in low voices. Momo's hand is charting across your skin, her fingers tracing invisible sketches over the skin, heat radiating from her palm.
Jihyo's hand comes to rest over Momo's, and the casual affection between the two elicits a small smile and a soft laugh from you.
You press your face into Jihyo's shoulder as her had turna to face you, a kiss being planted on your head. "Go back to sleep," she says, immediately. "It's too early, and you were up late last night."
"I'm awake now," you murmur, but the slow tempo of your words gives you away.
Momo leans over, resting her forehead on the back of your head. It's a tactic she uses often; you aren't very likely to want to move her, so she has a tendency to do that in order to keep you in place. "You're still tired," she states, truthfully. "It's two against one, baby. Majority wins?"
You grumble about the fact that she can read you so easily, but the low, soothing tone of her voice causes your eyes to lower nonetheless. Jihyo shifts closer, wrapping one arm around you.
With that, it's over. You can hardly argue with one of them, let alone both.
"You're both so annoying," you mumble, but it trails off into a yawn. Your eyes fully close as Jihyo's fingers comb through your hair.
It doesn't take very long before you fall asleep again, relaxed and safe in the arms of your two lovers.
-
You sleep for another two hours before finally waking at a normal hour.
The three of you are all going out with the other girls today; technically, only Jihyo and Momo were meant to, but they have a tendency to extend every invitation to you. And you, having the day off, would never willingly give up a chance to spend time with them.
You check the weather; hot, apparently.
That's the only thing that you have in mind as you pick your outfit. A cropped tank top, along with a coincidentally form-fitting pair of pants.
The weather is the only thing on your mind. Practicality.
Your girlfriends, though… not so much.
-
As soon as you walk back into the bedroom to retrieve your jewelry, you feel eyes on you. You glance up curiously, only to find Jihyo staring at you intensely.
…Huh. It's going to be a long day.
-
There's constantly eyes on you. You wish you were joking, but you aren't; when Jihyo isn't staring at you, Momo is. When Momo isn't staring at you, Jihyo is.
You catch their eyes a few times, smiling, just praying they can hold themselves together for a couple hours. You do not want to be responsible for them losing their composure in public.
…Though, the image of Jihyo snapping suddenly is pretty attractive…
No, you scold yourself. Just wait.
It'll be fine.
-
It's summer, so it's hot. It's always hot during the summer.
…But something other than the sun is beaming into you.
When you turn your head, you find it to be Jihyo's smouldering gaze, right behind you.
Well, she clearly wants something.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out what that something is; it just takes a girlfriend.
"Jihyo," you warn under your breath.
She groans. "Come on," she draws out, one hand sneaking towards your waist. "There's a bathroom."
"And there's also a bedroom," you counter. "In our house."
"I can be quick," she promises.
"Jihyo," you warn, but you can't help the amused smile on your face. It's impossible to hold back; even when she's not trying to, she makes you laugh.
She sighs dramatically. You grin, tap her nose, and walk away.
-
You're in front of a vending machine, debating buying a drink, when you feel a presence behind you.
You don't even turn around. It's likely one of two people, and you already have a sneaking suspicion which one came to find you. It has to be Jihyo.
"Hi," you greet over your shoulder, a smirk forming on your face.
…You, as it turns out, are wrong.
"I assume you know how insane Jihyo is right now?" Momo asks, her arms looping around your waist from behind. You're pleasantly surprised, and more than happy to hear her.
You hum, leaning back into her. "Kinda figured, yeah," you murmur. Your hands absentmindedly stroke the skin of her arms. "She's been staring at me. And also trying to get me to go to the washroom with her, if you know what I mean. Should I be worried about whether or not I'll be able to walk tomorrow?"
"Oh! No, you don't need to worry," Momo says innocently. "I already know you won't, so there's no need to worry about figuring it out!"
Your laugh comes in the form of an amused snort, your head leaning back to rest on her shoulder as well as it can. "So you're not going to help me?"
"Oh, of course not," she tells you, voice bright. But from the way her hand subtly plays with your waistband… you've been dating long enough to know that the innocent tone of her voice is all for show. "I might make it worse, actually."
"Good to know," you sigh, patting her arm. "Okay, we should go, I think. Jihyo probably misses us."
She nods, giving you a final squeeze before removing her arms and backing up. "Let's go," she says, her voice even.
But as she leads you back to the rest of the group, her eyes linger on the exposed part of your stomach, and you know she's more affected than she's letting on.
-
Pretty much as soon as she sees you, the sun burning down onto you, Jihyo all but drags you away from the others.
She pulls you into a secluded room, pressing you to the door and leaning in to kiss you. Her chest rises and falls against yours, breathing heavy.
"Your outfit is driving me nuts," she mumbles into your lips, her nails digging into the bare skin of your shoulders. "Holy shit, you look so good—"
"It's just a tank top! Calm down!" you laugh against her, taking one of her hands and squeezing it playfully.
"I can't," she hisses. Her eyes close, and she leans her head forward until it thunks gently against your shoulder. "You're too pretty. I can't handle it. This is torture."
"That is wild, coming from you."
"No, it's just true."
"You literally have your abs on full display at almost every concert," you deadpan. "Momo, too. And I always just have to sit there and watch. And—"
A sharp, subtle pain in your shoulder interrupts you.
"Ow!" you hiss out. "Did you— Jihyo, did you just bite me?"
"I can't help it," she complains, kissing and— shit, she's licking at the skin to soothe it. Shit, she's hot.
You sigh, and it quivers just a little as she scrapes her teeth over your skin again. "Jihyo..."
You feel her smirk against your skin. "What?" she asks. "Can't I appreciate my girlfriend?"
"Can't you do it without trying to initiate sex in public?"
"Well, I could, but what if I don't want to do it like that?"
You shake your head, huffing out a soft laugh. "You're impossible," you grumble.
She turns her head, pressing her nose into your neck. "I'm in love," she sighs out dramatically.
"You're horny," you correct.
She snorts. "That, I can't argue with."
-
You and Momo head home before Jihyo does. She pouts as you leave, but you already know she'll be more than happy once she gets home.
The drive back to your house is quick and filled with laughter. Your hand is intertwined with Momo's the whole way back. If you were someone else, you'd call yourself a lovesick idiot for how you feel when she looks at you.
But you're not someone else. So, when your chest warms in response to her gentle smiles, you just settle for calling yourself an adoring girlfriend.
-
Jihyo, as it turns out, is not the only horny one in the relationship.
You find this out because, maybe ten minutes after you make it home, Momo is already making out with you messily. To make things worse—better,actually, if you're honest—the two of you are already in bed.
This, of course, means that she is by no means against allowing her lips to start roaming.
Momo presses you into the mattress, lips immediately moving to your collarbone. You tilt your head back on instinct, allowing her access to your neck if she wants it, and she hums appreciatively.
"Do you know how attractive you are?" she murmurs, her lips just barelyleaving your skin in order to get the words out. She travels to your shoulder, peppering quick kisses along the slope of it.
Your hand ghosts across her back, finding the skin revealed by her crop top. "Nowhere near as attractive as you," you snort, fingertips dragging against her sides in the hopes of making her shiver.
Momo stops for a moment, glancing up at you with a quizzical expression. "Are you serious? You literally drive me insane." She kisses your shoulder again, and then moves down to the exposed skin above the neckline of your shirt. "You're so hot. Just ask Jihyo; she's been losing her shit over you all day."
You shake your head as Momo toys with the hem of your shirt. "You're just saying that because you're my girlfriend," you say. You lift yourself to help her while she removes your shirt, shivering beneath her warm hands.
"I'm not a liar," she chides. Her head moves a little lower, mouth meeting the skin just above your breasts.
"I never said that." A breathy, needy sigh escapes you as she finally moves down, wrapping her lips around one of your nipples. "Just that you… could be a little biased."
She pulls back for a moment, looking at you like you're insane. "Stop that." She rests a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently, and moves to press a quick kiss to your lips. "I am not biased, you're just hot."
You smile. You're about to say something else, but then her mouth attaches to your other breast, and the words are lost. Whatever you were thinking escapes you with a long, quiet whine.
Momo wastes no time in pulling herself away and moving lower, looking up to lock eyes with you once. "Can I…?" she asks, nodding to the space between your thighs.
You nod, lifting your hips. She removes your pants with ease and tosses them somewhere over her shoulder; the location isn't important.
She kisses the inside of your right thigh, and then your left. She lingers there for a moment, smiling into your skin, basking in the position. You groan. Finally, when you reach down to clumsily pat at her shoulder, she moves to where she knows you want her.
The first press of her lips to your soaked cunt sends pleasure jolting through you, eliciting a long, drawn-out moan as she begins to put her tongue to good use.
"Shit," you breathe out, already feeling her starting to work you up. To be honest, she's a little too good at it.
You find your hand twisting into her hair. You don't apply too much pressure, not yet, but you do hold her where she is. You're feeling too good to let her move back; you're already feeling the knot forming in your stomach, winding just a little tighter, and you don't want to let that go.
You don't want to let her go.
Her palms are warm as the come around, holding your thighs just as they begin to quiver the slightest bit. She's focused in her work, in the expert strokes along your slit, tongue dipping inside of you slightly for just a moment before she returns to teasing between your folds.
She knows your body, knows just the perfect speed to go, knows the perfect movements to push and push as your edge draws closer. Her fingers dig into the skin of your thighs, her movements growing quicker just as your breathing and heartbeat do the same. It only lasts a moment, though; the increased speed is almost teasing, before she returns to the tempo she was going at before.
Not that you come down at all when she slows; in fact, you just get closer.
The strokes of her tongue are slow and languid, and you whimper and gasp as she takes your clit into her mouth.
She's almost infuriatingly gentle.
She moans against you, and the vibration runs through you. You mimic the sound, breathing short and fast, as pleasure shoots through you like a shock. You can already feel yourself nearing the edge.
One thought breaks through your lust-fogged haze, though; you manage to force out a strangled, breathy, "Jihyo—"
Momo hums into you, and your voice breaks into a cracking moan. "She'll have her fun later," she promises lowly against your cunt, her nails leaving small indents in your thighs as she returns to her task with a renewed determination.
She circles your clit with her tongue in teasing, effortless movements, and you moan again. As she carefully sucks, your composure breaks completely.
You come, crying out her name, and the nails digging into your thighs disappear. Her fingers run comfortingly over the slightly-pained indents as your high crashes over, still lapping at you throughout it.
As you come down, you sigh, your body relaxing back into the mattress. Your haand in her hair releases its grip, instead sliding down to cup her cheek and turn her face up towards you.
"Thank you," you mumble, meeting her eyes with a half-lidded gaze. She beams up at you from between your legs, the expression so bright that you can almost forget what she was just doing there.
…No, that's a lie. You can't forget it at all.
She removes herself from your body, shivering lightly as she separates your combined body heat. You shut your eyes, sleepy from the warmth of the day and the intense orgasm, while you wait for her return.
When Momo walks back into the room, you feel her carefully cleaning up the area between your thighs. Usually, you would take a bath, but it seems like both of you have come to the same conclusion; Jihyo will just want to do more, so it's no use.
She spends a short time cleaning you up, and then leaves to throw the towel into the laundry. Upon her return, she shifts you over a little, and then claims the spot right next to you.
When she nudges you, guiding your head to rest on her chest, you allow her to move you with closed eyes and a small smile. Your bare chest presses against her side, laying on your stomach. She presses a tender kiss to the top of your head, her hand rubbing circles into your back, and murmurs a quiet, "You down to take a nap?"
"Absolutely," you respond, not even opening your eyes.
You can't see her smile, but you can hear the soft puff of laughter that comes from her. She tilts her hand, instead running gentle lines across the slope of your back with her nails, and your body melts into hers.
Jihyo will be home soon enough, and you already know you'll need energy for that. So for now, you allow yourself to bask in the relaxation of napping with Momo, and prepare yourself for what will come later.
-
Jihyo returns about two and a half hours after you wake up, once the sky has already darkened.
You and Momo have already eaten dinner, as has Jihyo. The three of you have just been waiting to reunite, the few hours you've spent separated feeling more like years.
You perk up as soon as you hear the door open, already grinning. You pat Momo's shoulder and peek your head around the corner, warmth filling your chest at the sight of Jihyo.
She's placing down her bag. She turns, her expression quickly brightening, and reaches for you.
Momo isn't far behind as you hug and kiss Jihyo as a greeting. You make room for her, watching the two warmly, and then rest your head on Jihyo's shoulder from the side.
"I sure hope you have enough energy," is how Jihyo chooses to greet you. You blush, and she turns to Momo. "Hi, Momo. Miss me?"
Jihyo then turns back to you, taking your face into her hands. "I hope you know we aren't leaving that bed once we get to it," she promises, voice far too sweet for something like that.
You laugh, but you know she's serious. If she really has been losing her mind all day, you already know that, as soon as you let her start, she won't stop.
You just hope you still have enough energy.
-
She's sweet, once she gets you laying down.
Her eyes are warm and dark, a heavy tension of want resting over the three of you as she takes you in. You did put on a sweatshirt and pants after you and Momo woke up, but Jihyo makes quick work of those.
You find yourself shifting as Momo takes a seat, her hands already reaching for your waist. She pulls you towards her while Jihyo ties her hair back, her fingertips running soft lines along your hips.
"You're so pretty," she murmurs in your ear. You know she's just saying it to get you started, but that doesn't stop the shiver that runs down your spine.
Jihyo joins the two of you on the bed, leaning over you with a lopsided smile. "I've been waiting to do this all day," she says, as if you don't know that already.
You tip your head back, just slightly, and look her in the eye. "Then do it," you challenge playfully, shifting just a little.
Jihyo smiles, cupping your cheek. You feel Momo moving beneath your body, and then her arm wraps around you to keep you still.
With Momo holding you, Jihyo lets her hand travel lower. It reaches the space between your thighs, and she presses teasingly.
You whimper, just slightly. She smirks as your breathing begins to pick up a little.
"Momo told me she made you come hard earlier," Jihyo murmurs, her eyes meeting yours through her lashes as her fingers begin to tease. "I hope that didn't take all of your energy. You still need some."
"I have energy," you promise quickly, hips shifting just a little in the hopes of getting a little more feeling where you need it.
"Do you have enough?" she asks. Her fingers grow more insistent, but you aren't complaining; if anything, you're already getting desperate for her to do more.
You nod quickly, only a little bit frantically, and her eyes take in every movement. You want her, you want this, you need this and her and all of it.
Her fingers move around, and she just taps at your entrance. Doesn't go in. Doesn't give you what you want, not yet.
She just… taps at it. Once. Then twice.
It's all so underwhelming; too underwhelming. You need more, and you can tell by her expression that she knows that.
One finger dips into you, just for a second, and you whine. Then she pulls it back out, and traces the outline of your entrance with an eager grin.
"Jihyo, please," you find yourself exhaling, clenching and unclenching your fists as she works.
Jihyo glances up at you, gives a smug smirk, and continues her actions.
You pant, eyes squeezing shut. Your hips lift, just slightly, as her fingers circle and tease around your entrance.
"Oh, don't squirm," Momo murmurs, her hand gently running over your abdomen. You feel her head finding its way to your neck, her teeth tracing over the skin before biting and sucking a mark into it. Her arm only tightens around you as your back arches, coincidentally moving away from her.
Before you've recovered from Momo's bite, you feel two of Jihyo's fingers finally push into you.
Your voice breaks over a moan at the combination of feelings, eyes cracking open to take in the sight before you. That choice, however, only serves to fuel the blaze forming through your nerves, because, shit,the sight is hot.
Jihyo is leaning over you, her eyes flicking between her own fingers and your flushed face. When your eyes travel lower, you can see one of Momo's hands tracing shapes into your hip while she holds you against her; the hand that you can't see from your angle, you can feel tracing over your breast, her nails scratching so gently in all the right spots.
Your heart pounds erratically as Jihyo's eyes meet yours, her pupils dilated, her mouth twisted in a smirk. "Having fun?" she asks, voice lowin her throat, as she thrusts into you again.
A breathless moan punches out of you, and she smiles wider.
Momo hums from behind you. "I think she could be having more fun," she purrs. "I think she can handle a third finger. What do you think?"
"I think you're right, Momo," Jihyo agrees, pulling out of you slowly.
You whine at the loss, still panting, and she coos. "Oh, don't worry," she soothes. "Just a minute, okay?"
She lifts her fingers to her mouth, opening it to take them inside and sucking. She closes her eyes for a moment, her free hand rubbing circles into your hip, while you begin to catch your breath.
Her eyes open, a newfound shine in them, as she pulls her fingers from her mouth. "Momo, do you want a taste?" she asks, offering up the two fingers that she just licked clean.
Momo laughs from behind you. "I'd love to," she says, as if she hasn't tasted you more times than you can count, "but you just cleaned it all off your fingers…"
"Oh, that's not a problem," Jihyo says brightly, her eyes flicking back down to you.
Part of you wants to question what she means, but with your head spinning like it is, you don't get the chance.
Before you've fully processed her words, and the implication behind them, her fingers push back into you. You whimper, caught off guard, and your eyes roll back as her fingers curl inside of you.
She thrusts in and out one, two, three times. Her eyes are locked on your face when you finally open yours again, and the pure, unfiltered want in her gaze is enough to force another breathy moan out of you.
Then, without warning, she pulls her fingers out again.
"Problem solved," she murmurs, offering her fingers to Momo again. Her eyes finally leave you, now flicking up to meet Momo's.
Now, Momo leans over you as well as she can, taking Jihyo's fingers into her mouth. You watch them as they simply stare at each other, both of their chests heaving slightly.
When she releases Jihyo's fingers from her mouth, Momo smiles widely. "Amazing," she laughs. "But… you know what I think would taste even better?"
"I think I have a hunch," Jihyo teases, looking back at you. A shudder rolls through your body as her attention returns fully to you.
Her hand traces around your inner thighs, slowly, gently. And then her hand finds your core once again.
"Ready?" she asks, her voice even and calm. Much calmer than you, right now.
You nod quickly. Jihyo smiles.
When her fingers thrust into you—three of them, this time—you hiss out at the feeling of them stretching you lightly. Your body adjusts quickly, though, tense against Momo.
Momo herself still keeps her arm wrapped around you, tightening every time you move a little. Her lips return to your skin, mouthing at your neck and your shoulder and the slope between them. You feel her teeth every now and then, and you're sure she's leaving marks that you'll need to cover up, but another thrust from Jihyo tugs those thoughts out of you.
Momo's free hand, eventually, moves to your jaw. She holds it gently, keeping your head tilted just right, the side of her nose brushing against your throat as she kisses and licks along the skin of your neck.
The whole time, Jihyo just keeps thrusting into you, her other hand running along your body and occasionally helping Momo to keep you pinned. Her eyes don't leave you, and the glint in them is dizzyingwhenever you crack your eyes open.
The combination of sensations enveloping you is overwhelming, and you feel yourself nearing the edge very quickly. Not that it's an uncommon thing to feel; Jihyo and Momo are always great at getting you to this point, and fast.
"Fuck," you groan, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes from how tightly you squeeze them. "Oh, fuck— I'm— I'm close."
Jihyo hums, and you can hear the smile in her voice, and you're pretty sure you'll kill her if she tries edging you right now.
"What do you think, Momo?" she asks, low and teasing. "Should we let her come?"
"Please," you beg, hoping that maybe it'll sway the decision of the girl behind you.
Momo hums against your neck, but you recognize the tone. You sigh in relief, for a moment; she doesn't sound like she's going to suggest edging you, if you know her. And you'd like to think you know her well.
Sure enough, she finally says, "Well, I think she's been good. I think she deserves it."
Oh, you could cry.
Jihyo lets out a low noise from her throat above you. Her thumb finds your clit, drawing a moan immediately, and swipes back and forth once, then twice.
With a third swipe, another thrust into you, and her lips capturing yours, you tumble over the edge. Your moans are muffled by her mouth as she works you through it, her fingers beginning to slow but staying inside of you for as long as you need.
Slowly, your body begins to relax again. You come down gradually, your chest rising and falling heavily, your body trembling a little.
"…Shit," you pant.
Jihyo grins, running her hands over your stomach. "How was that?" she asks, her face lingering near yours.
You don't respond. You blink at her, a stupid, lovesick smile growing on your face. "Are you satisfied now?"
"No," she tells you honestly, but she leans away nonetheless.
The two of them give you a few moments to settle down, catching your breath and waiting for your heartbeat to slow. Once you calm down a little, you feel Momo dragging a hand along your arm.
"Think you can handle another round?" she asks, hooking her chin over your shoulder. The teasing tone of her voice is dropped, though, as she adds, "Only if you want."
Her hand travels just a little lower, and a low whine pulls from you. "Momo," you sigh, your body melting back into her. "Yes— yeah, sure, yes…"
There's a momentary pause, a wordless communication between your two girlfriends. And then Momo, head angled slightly downwards, gives one communicative nod.
Jihyo doesn't seem to need anything else to understand. She gently maneuvers you, murmuring sweet words of praise that you can't process into your ear, until you're situated atop Momo's thigh, your body now facing the opposite direction.
Momo's hands find themselves on your hips, fingers tapping gently in rhythmic strokes. You hiss out a breath as she pulls you down even further, tears forming in your eyes as your bare, sensitive core meets her thigh. She groans at the feeling, and it only serves to make you wetter.
You feel Jihyo's arms slowly snake around your waist, at the same time that Momo begins to guide you to grind down against her thigh.
For a few moments, she's guiding your movements, maneuvering you back and forth along her skin. But once you get into the rhythm of it, she's controlling your movements less and less. Your hand reaches, shakily, and lands on her shoulder for stability.
Jihyo presses gentle kisses to the back of your shoulder, still holding you. Her breath picks up again, and you begin to speed up a little.
You're still feeling very shaky and a little tired from your first orgasm, but your desperation is quickly reviving your energy and stamina.
"Momo," you groan, "Momo—"
"Keep going," she encourages, grasping at your free hand and lacing her fingers through yours.
You press yourself down harder, a stuttered moan drawing itself from your throat as you speed up. You feel it building up again, gasping, chasing your high.
"Good," Jihyo is praising from behind you. "You can do it. Good girl."
Your head lowers, your hair hanging over Momo's face and shoulder. Your breath comes heavy and fast as you slide back and forth, eyes rolling back once again.
Momo's grip tightens on where she's holding your hips, and she grinds you down harder against her. You cry out, movements growing jagged and frantic as you chase the feeling.
Jihyo's lips press to the back of your neck, and it's the final touch to shove you over the edge. You come with a sob, body collapsing down into Momo as you quiver.
Jihyo comes down with you, and suddenly you're a stack of three. You're sandwiched in the middle, stuck between them as they both try to hold you through it.
At that moment, it seems, an idea strikes Jihyo. You know this because she carefully flips you over, kissing your cheek, and then moves down your body.
"You're so good, so good," she murmurs as she travels, planting herself between your thighs. You can't focus, already lost in pleasure, lost in them, as she prepares herself.
By the time you can even start to come down, you're already feeling her tongue slipping between your folds.
You cry out helplessly, but a shaking hand comes down to hold her head anyway. Your hand tangles in her hair, instinctively pulling her into you.
Momo's hands are roaming, you realize distantly. But your attention is almost immediately pulled back down to Jihyo, who inserts two fingers while her mouth is working.
"Jihyo," you cry out, pretty much gone by now. "Fuck, oh—"
"Good girl," Momo rasps in your ear. "So good for us. So pretty for us. Come again for us, okay? One more time. You can do it."
You let out a desperate whine, fumbling to hold Momo's hand again. You squeeze it in a white-knuckled grip, tension building and building as Jihyo continues to fuck you.
Jihyo curls her fingers inside of you once, and then another time, and you swear you lose your vision.
Your third orgasm in a row crashes into you hard and fast, and it leaves you gasping as Jihyo helps you ride it out. Momo presses kiss after kiss to your neck, squeezing your hand even when your grip slackens.
You hardly come down before you're talking, just babbling without thinking. "Keep going," you sob out feverishly, "don't stop— fuck, Jihyo—"
At your request, she continues. She doesn't seem tired in the slightest; if anything, she moves with more energy than ever, eating you out like she'll never get the chance again, fucking you hard with her fingers the whole time.
Momo just keeps mumbling praises to you, keeps kissing your skin, but you can't even register her words at this point. You're incoherent, whimpering and gasping desperately.
It doesn't take very long for you to come again, nor does it take much effort. All it really takes is Jihyo giving a particularly intense suck to your clit, and a good thrust, and you're gone.
You genuinely lose awareness for a few moments, head falling back against Momo. Her arms wrap around your sides, holding you against herself gently, eyes shining as she watches you.
Jihyo leans away, pulling her fingers out and cooing quietly at the soft whine you let out. She watches your flushed face as you finally begin to come down fully.
Your thighs tremble and twitch as the two of them lay you down, Jihyo slotting herself next to you while Momo wordlessly gets up. She comes back a minute or two later—though you hardly notice the time passing—with a wet cloth, carefully cleaning you up.
Jihyo traces aimless shapes over your bare skin, still mumbling praise to you, holding you gently. Your breathing begins to calm, just a little, as she presses her forehead into your neck. She watches Momo clean you with a wordless kind of affection, hands moving to soothe your twitching, tired body.
By the time you fully return to yourself, both of them are laying down with you, one on either side. Your body feels heavy and weak, all of your energy having gone to… that.
"…I have never seen you keep going for that long," Momo remarks, wide-eyed.
You groan, long and exhausted. "I didn't know I could do that. You two better not be expecting me to do anything tomorrow morning."
"We'll see how you're feeling," Jihyo promises. Her smile is warm and attentive, as she drags a hand down your body. She slowly pulls the covers over all three of you.
You let your head drop onto her shoulder, your eyes heavy.
"Get some rest," Momo encourages, one of her legs moving to rest over both of yours. "That was intense."
You can't argue; you close your eyes, and when you fall asleep, you're warm and happy.
so when rumors sprung about a so-called 'monster' lurking in the woods, you were of course interested. the woods of your small town had always been a mystery to little you. as a kid you were warned to never even near the tree line - but of course, the kids in your town would always play games near it, and dare each other to peek inside or see how long a sniveling kid could last standing just five centimeters within it.
as you grew, however, you felt more and more compelled toward the forest. you felt almost drawn to it, wanting to know it's secrets and what hid behind the thick foliage.
and so, here you were.
chest rising and falling slowly as you stood outside of the treeline, staring into it's intimidating branches and vines. this was stupid, you knew that, but you'd spent all of your formative years cowering under it's presence and now - as an adult - you had to see what it all was. and if anything happened to you then so be it, at least you died trying to see something cool.
probably.
"alright, lets go." minutes of hyping yourself up wasted by, until finally, you shook your head and bravely took a step forward. the foliage clung to you sweetly as you began to walk in deeper, the light of your town fading as the overall darkness of the forest took hold of you. slowly but surely you made your way in deeper, until you could no longer see the clearing. the forest seemed to swoon to you, matching it's breathing with yours.
it felt alive in the best way possible.
you walked blindly, staring at the ground until your foot bumped something.
a step.
looking up, you gawked. "holy shit..."
an entire mansion stood before you. not the modernized ones you were used to seeing in high expense neighborhoods, but an older one. almost victorian, made of deep red and black. despite being so old, it looked so pristine. the veins that did curl around it shifted in a way that was, for lack of better terms, aesthetically pleasing to the eye. you felt... at ease.
swallowing and steeling yourself, your feet led you up the stairs and to the door. you couldn't see any light coming, but still your hand grabbed the old knocker, giving three short thumps.
silence drifted in the forest like a bated breath.
waiting.
but nothing came. despite yourself, you reached, opening the door. it preened into your touch, warming under your palm. the door didn't stick, didn't even creak as you opened it. from the corner of your eye, red and quick. you froze, squinting, but it was gone.
"hello?" your voice was gentle, soft.
you didn't expect a reply.
huffing, wind fluttered in behind you, as if urging you inside. blindly you stumbled, the door shutting tight. darkness swallowed briefly, before light illuminated in a room a few steps away. you shivered, feeling suddenly cold and naturally desperate to escape to the warmth of light. rounding the corner, you still at the sight of a fire place, warm with fire. not only that - but a woman.
she sits, rather elegantly, one hand holding a smooth glass, the other resting on her thigh. her exposed thigh, peaking from a black sheer robe. her eyes are playful, already on you when you enter. "I wasn't expecting company.."
your cheeks flush immediately. her voice is lower than you expected and curls around you nicely. "i-i.. I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone lived-" you squint, because what can you really say? the forest was unknown practically. inhabitant wise.
she smiles playfully, swirling around deep crimson liquid in her class. "relax, dear, it's quite alright. why don't you sit down? your poor feet must be so tired."
you swallowed, nodding despite yourself. initially, you try to move to the opposing couch, but just as you reach it - a slick gray cat jumps up, claiming the spot as it's own. the mysterious woman chuckles, leaning on her hand. "apologies, dear. he likes his space. come, sit next to me."
you swallow, turning, and she pats the spot for good measure as if you were too dumb to see it.
padding over, you hesitantly sink into the plush furniture, a few inches of space between the two of you. her eyes practically glint, as she shifts to face you more. "aren't you adorable..." her eyes slip down your form, and back up. "what's your name, little one?"
inside your chest, your heart pounds rapidly. "...y/n."
you confess it like a sin, and she gratefully drinks it up, humming it it's taste. "beautiful. you can call me jihyo."
"jihyo," you test the name softly - and her smile widens. "that's..i've never heard a name like that."
"oh, i'm not from around here."
you hum, glancing away and around the manor. strangely enough, you don't feel uncomfortable. infact, it feels like the house wants you here. or maybe - jihyo does.
her hand shifts - setting down her drink as her leg brushes yours. she leans her arm against the couch, turning to you fully - her hand pushing into her hair in a way that makes her look entirely alluring. "tell me, little one, why are you all the way out here all alone?"
your body heats under her gaze. "i- um.. I just wanted to see what was in the forest.."
"mm," her free hand comes up, softly tucking some of your hair behind your ear. "is that so? you entered my forest expecting what, little baby rabbits maybe?" she teased you easily, eyes glaring into your neck.
you shivered. "n-no just.."
"such a sweet thing.." jihyo brushed closer, her pointer running down your pulse point. "gods... you smell so divine.."
your eyes shut, body shivering. jihyo takes this chance to move closer, slowly pressing you back against the couch as she sniffs at your neck, something akin to a rumble in her throat. you whimper. "w-what are you doing-"
"shhh," comes her swift response. "you're the one who came into my home uninvited, sweet thing, I'm only taking what I'm owed..."
your heart beats out of your chest as her breath fans over your neck, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of something sharp dragging along the column until - "ah!"
jihyo's lips are against your neck - but more than that, two prominent teeth have dug into your skin. your hands flinch, weakly gripping onto her sheer robe and slightly tugging it down her right shoulder on accident. she purrs against you, free arm looping around your back and dragging you up against her - as the feeling of something lightweight takes over. briefly do you feel at peace - before you fall back, now against the silk duvets of a bed.
jihyo kneels, looking down at you with a sort of satisfied smirk on her face - and from her lips leaks drips of your blood. you whimper, reaching up to your neck, and indeed you feel your fingers dip into something wet. "y-you- what- what are you?"
the older woman above you hums, reaching to the tie at her stomach and slowly tugging it apart, dragging the robe down her body. your eyes fall naturally. "what do you mean, sweet girl?" she coos. "I'm everything you need..."
her eyes shine a bit - a red hue on them.
you feel compelled to listen - a low whine bubbling from your throat. jihyo coo's, tossing her robe aside and pressing her body down against yours, lips finding your own easily. your hands trembled, grasping her hips as a grunt escapes you from the metallic taste on your tongue. her fangs nip your lips, hand escaping down to your pants and pushing past them, teasing you through your panties.
your hips buck almost instantly, a whine escaping. you cant - even for a second - believe this is actually happening right now. a smile creeps onto jihyo's lips, and she breaks the kiss.
"its your first, sweet girl?"
an embarrassed hue rises on your cheeks, and shyly you look away, nodding.
jihyo smirks, hands inching down your pants and panties until she's tossed them aside. then she kisses down your body, positioning between your thighs. tiny bites here and there finally lead her to your core - tongue slipping out to lap up and down your cunt slowly, tasting each and every bit of you as you whimper and squirm, hiding your face.
"m-miss jihyo-!"
"mm, I like that," comes her warm purr. her lips wrap around your clit, tiny sucking ministrations making you shiver and whine loudly. your body bucks against your better judgement, pushing you further into her mouth. Jihyo purrs, easing down until her tongue teased your entrance, circling slowly before easing in.
you whimpered, shifting at the new sensation. weak little moans tumbled free, your hand inching to grasp her hair. jihyo hummed, threading her tongue in and out of you. a warm heat began to bubble, curing up your body until it swirled in your stomach and grew tighter. your moans were shorter, weaker, body squirming.
jihyo hummed, stroking your thigh as she shifting her tongue out, lapping at your folds and circling your overly sensitive clit until you broke, a mess of whimpers that you failed to bury into the pillow at your head.
greedily, she drank up every drop, pulling away and licking her lips clean.
slowly, she advanced up your body, low rumbles leaving her chest as she curled against you like a big cat, petting your head. "adorable little thing," she cooed.
you whimpered, eyes slipping shut.
the last thing you heard before sleep took over being her soft chuckle, and one single sentence.
After a long day, you come home to find your wife Jihyo waiting for you in your quiet apartment. What starts as a warm welcome quickly becomes a loving, passionate night of fluffy smut—full of her eager touch, worship, and deep connection as husband and wife.
I turned the key in the lock, shoulders heavy from the long hours at work. The apartment was dimly lit, just the warm glow of the living room lamp and the soft scent of vanilla from the candle she loved. I expected Jihyo to be resting after her own busy schedule, but the moment I stepped inside, she appeared from the hallway wearing nothing but one of my oversized button-up shirts and a bright smile.
“Welcome home, husband,” she said softly, walking straight into my arms.
Jihyo. My wife of two years now. At twenty-nine, she still took my breath away every single time. Leader of TWICE, strong, caring, and the most loving person I’d ever known. Coming home to her always made everything better.
“Perfect timing,” she whispered against my chest, hugging me tight. “I missed you today.”
I kissed the top of her head, then tilted her chin up for a proper kiss. It started gentle, full of the quiet relief of being together again, but the heat built fast. Her hands slid under my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders as I walked her backward toward the couch.
“You’re not wearing much,” I murmured, smiling against her lips.
“Been waiting for you,” she replied, eyes sparkling. “Thought we could relax together.”
We didn’t make it to the bedroom right away. I sat on the couch and pulled her onto my lap. The shirt rode up her thighs as she straddled me, and I realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. My hands explored her soft skin, sliding up to cup her full breasts through the thin fabric.
Jihyo sighed happily when I unbuttoned the shirt, letting it fall open. Her breasts spilled free—heavy, beautiful, nipples already hard. I leaned in immediately, kissing and nuzzling between them before taking one into my mouth. I sucked gently at first, then harder, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while my hand kneaded the other.
“I love these so much,” I whispered, switching sides. “So soft and perfect. Could worship them all night.”
She moaned softly, arching her back to push them closer to my face. “They’re all yours, baby. Suck harder… I like when you get a little greedy.”
I did just that, burying my face in her chest, licking, sucking, and gently biting until she was squirming on my lap. My cock strained against my pants, and Jihyo noticed. She reached down, palming me through the fabric before unzipping me carefully.
Her hand wrapped around my length, stroking slowly. “Already so hard for me. Let me take care of you first.”
She slid off my lap and knelt between my legs. Looking up at me with that loving, slightly mischievous gaze, she licked a long stripe from base to tip, then swirled her tongue around the head. She took me into her warm mouth, sucking gently while her hand worked the base. The wet heat felt incredible after a tiring day.
“God, Jihyo… your mouth is perfect,” I groaned, hand resting lightly on her hair.
She hummed around me, bobbing her head deeper. Spit glistened on my shaft as she sucked with more purpose, eyes never leaving mine. After a few minutes she pulled off, stroking me fast with her slick hand.
“I want to try something,” she said with a shy smile. She rose a little, pressing her breasts together around my cock. The soft, warm pressure made me hiss in pleasure. Jihyo started moving, sliding her tits up and down while her tongue licked the head every time it appeared.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” I breathed, watching her. I reached down to hold her hair, guiding her gently as she gave me the perfect titjob. She squeezed tighter, moving faster, licking and sucking until I was throbbing.
“I’m close,” I warned.
She kept going, eyes bright. “Cum on them, baby. I want to feel it.”
I came with a deep groan, thick ropes spilling across her breasts and collarbone. Jihyo kept stroking me through it, milking every drop, then smiled up at me sweetly. She used her fingers to scoop some up and taste it, making my spent cock twitch again.
I pulled her up immediately, kissing her deeply as I wiped her chest clean with my shirt. Then I laid her back on the wide couch, spreading her legs. She was soaked. I kissed down her body, spending extra time worshipping her breasts again before moving lower. But tonight she wanted more than that.
“Come here,” she whispered, pulling me up. “I need you inside me.”
I positioned myself between her thighs and pushed in slowly, both of us moaning at the tight, wet heat. Being inside Jihyo always felt like coming home. I started thrusting, steady and deep, leaning down to kiss her and suck on her breasts at the same time.
“Harder,” she breathed after a while, wrapping her legs around me. “I can take it tonight.”
I gripped her hips and picked up the pace, fucking her with more force. The couch creaked softly under us. I reached up and tangled my hand in her hair, tugging gently as I drove deeper. Jihyo moaned louder, nails digging into my back.
“Yes… pull my hair like that,” she gasped. “Feels so good when you get a little rough.”
The mix of love and raw need was perfect. I fucked her harder, semi-rough thrusts that made her breasts bounce. I leaned down to suck on them again, biting lightly at the soft flesh while pounding into her.
We changed positions, moving to the floor on the soft rug for more space. I took her from behind, her hands braced on the couch. Gripping her hair in one hand, I thrust deep, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the apartment. Jihyo pushed back against me, whimpering with pleasure.
“Fill me,” she begged. “Cum inside your wife.”
I reached around to rub her clit and she came hard, pussy clenching around me. The feeling pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep and came, pumping thick loads into her pulsing heat.
We stayed connected for a long moment, catching our breath. I kissed her back and shoulders, stroking her sides gently. When I pulled out, some of my cum dripped down her thigh. I turned her around and kissed her softly, then laid her on the couch again.
“You’re not done yet?” she asked with a tired but happy laugh as I started hardening again.
“Not even close,” I murmured, kissing her breasts. “I still want to worship these.”
I slid my cock between her tits again, fucking them slowly while she held them together for me. The sight was incredible. After a few minutes I moved back between her legs, entering her once more in missionary. This time it was slower, more intimate—eyes locked, foreheads pressed together as I thrust deep.
“I love you so much,” I whispered, sucking on her nipple gently.
“I love you more,” she replied, voice breathy. “Being your wife is the best thing in my life.”
We built up again. I pulled her hair lightly, kissed her messily, and fucked her with steady, deep strokes. She came again, trembling beneath me, and I followed, pulling out at the last second to cum across her breasts and stomach in long spurts.
Afterward, I cleaned her carefully with a warm towel, kissing every spot I wiped. We moved to the bedroom, collapsing together under the sheets. Jihyo curled into my side, leg thrown over mine, head on my chest.
“That was exactly what I needed,” she said softly, tracing circles on my skin. “Coming home to you… getting to love you like this. Perfect timing every time.”
I stroked her hair, smiling. “You always know how to make my day better. Even after all this time, I still can’t believe you’re mine.”
We talked quietly for a long while—about her day at practice, my meetings, little plans for the weekend. She told me how safe and loved she felt with me, how my support helped her balance everything. I reminded her how proud I was of her strength and the way she cared for everyone around her.
At some point my hand wandered again, cupping her breast and playing with the nipple until she was softly moaning. We made love one more time—slow and sweet in the bed, her riding me gently while I worshipped her chest with my mouth and hands. When we finished, I came deep inside her again as she trembled through her own orgasm.
We fell asleep tangled together, her breathing steady against my neck. The apartment was quiet once more, city lights faint through the curtains. Jihyo was my everything—my wife, my love, my safe place. Nights like this reminded me how lucky I was to have perfect timing with her every single day.
