mango's note🥭: another story begins here! again, shoutout to my dawg @knightyoomyoui for requesting me to do this shit as he couldn't do it anymore. yes, the one who gave me more challenge for a newbie like me ffs. lol jk, we cool mate...
... I mean who can't say no to a terrifyingly dominatrix mommy mina? 😏👀🧎♂️
It was a fine Tuesday morning. After you finished your breakfast, you remembered the first thing you’re supposed to accomplish today: laundry. And so, you began preparing all the used clothes in your basket to take them to a nearby laundry shop.
That is, until you got interrupted by the ringing of your cellphone, alerting you that someone is calling. Curiosity pulled you close to peek and grab it, it was from an unknown number. With furrowed eyebrows, you went on to check who is it behind the line.
YN: “Hello? Who is this?”
CALLER: “Hi, good morning! May I know if this is YN LN?”
YN: “Yes, it’s me. Why?”
CALLER: “Hi, sir. I’m Woo Jiyoung from Myoui Health Care Corporation…”
Your eyes went dilated hearing that familiar name. That’s one of the companies you attempted to submit your application in over a week of job hunting with no avail. Your concentration sank more into the conversation you’re having with Jiyoung.
CALLER: “I called your contact sir because I’ve seen that you have sent your application for secretary position, am I correct?”
YN: “Yes, I did.”
CALLER: “I’ve already passed candidates like you to our CEO and I want to inform you that luckily, you are one of the few that she wants to conduct a face to face interview for the position.”
Your heart pounded in bliss, covering your mouth in surprise at the positive news you received this morning. A huge grin and relief plastered on your face.
YN: “Sure, no problem with that.”
CALLER: “May I ask if you are available today, sir?”
YN: “Yes, definitely!”
CALLER: “Okay, does 2PM in the afternoon sounds perfect or do you request some adjustments?”
YN: “I think it sounds nice enough. I’ll be there by 2.”
CALLER: “Precious! Okay, sir. I’m going to end the call now. I wish you good luck at your interview.”
YN: “Thank you so much!”
As the call ended, you threw a fist pump in excitement. You couldn’t almost process what just happened by now, but it is what it is. Staring at your mirror, you breathe deeply and loosened up yourself.
YN: “Come on, self. We can do this. We have to be prepared. It’s now or never. Let’s get that spot!”
With one last strong shrug of shoulders, you hurriedly grabbed your laundry basket and head outside to start washing them.
Hours later, it was 2 in the afternoon. You drove your motorcycle all the way to the location of Myoui Health Care Corporation. The building was intimidatingly tall and it’s beside one of the busiest and well-known roads in Seoul, South Korea, being near the JYP Entertainment building which is famous for training K-Pop idols like NMIXX, ITZY, Stray Kids etc. and the Seoul National Park.
You entered the place and told the receptionist about your purpose for visit.
YN: “I’m here for a job interview. I was told I have to meet a name Woo Jiyoung?”
RECEPTIONIST: “One moment, sir.”
She dialed the number of the name you told. Seemingly receiving a response, she returned looking at you kindly.
RECEPTIONIST: “She’s on her way now here, sir. Please wait for her.”
YN: “Alright, thank you very much.”
Both exchanged respectful bows. You them roamed around the interior and kept some comments about your impression towards the place so far, with them summed up into hopes of you having such a nice work environment like this.
Minutes later, a lady stole your attentioh your phone. She was wearing a simple business formal attire.
JIYOUNG: “Are you Mr. LN?”
YN: “Ms. Woo?”
JIYOUNG: “There you are. Please, follow me. I’ll take you to the CEO’s office.
You nodded. Jiyoung walked through the elevator while you kept on tailing behind her. She took yourselves to the 29th floor, the second to the last level of this building. As the elevator door opens, you were greeted by two rooms from each sides of the hallway and another room in the end.
Jiyoung walked straight to that end and faced you.
JIYOUNG: “Before I inform my boss about you, c-can I have some advice to give? Trust me, you’ll need it.”
YN: “O-okay, sure. That would be appreciated.”
JIYOUNG: “You’ll be stunned at her antics when you get to talk to her, but if ever you get lucky of being accepted here… just know that she’s really just like that. Let’s say… she’s too cold and authoritative. Most people here fear her of her attitude, and that’s what you should be careful of. Don’t attempt to disrespect her and learn how to read the room when she’s around.”
YN: “O-okay…”
JIYOUNG: “Good. Really, I wish you good luck on the interview. You seem like a nice friend to hang out with around here.”
YN: “Thanks, haha.”
JIYOUNG: “Alright. You ready?”
YN: “Let’s do it.”
She nodded. Three knocks, and then Jiyoung entered first. After a while, Jiyoung peeked and looked at you with a signal that you can come in too.
She whispered “fighting!” before exiting and closing the door behind you, leaving you trapped with the notorious CEO of this company. The atmosphere seemed tense and suffocating already, and you tried your best to remain composed as it will affect your performance of impressing her.
You saw the lady standing behind her chair and desk, looking seriously at the view of Seoul outside this large glass pane of the window she has in this room. You were thinking of stealing her attention but then again, remembering Jiyoung’s advice… it has come to your decision that it’s better to just shut up.
After waiting for her to finish admiring the landscape of Seoul, she finally spoke.
MINA: “Get through the seat, we’ll begin your in-”
She was about to finish her words when just as she spun around and sit back to her chair, her eyes landed on your stature near through the door. Mina’s breath hitched and lips parted in astonishment.
Meanwhile, your eyes squinted before slowly widening in shock as well as both of you now sharing the same reaction: recognizing one another’s familiar faces. You stood frozen in your spot, unable to say any words.
Back at Mina, her surprise was suddenly mixed with fuming anger as she suddenly began recalling the past she had with this man, the same little boy who tormented her into moving to another place where she’ll be gone from his presence.
MINA: “Well… well… well… if it wasn’t you. Long time no see, I suppose.”
YN: “Mina?”
Myoui Mina, your former classmate from university who fell victim into your delinquent acts back then. Those were the days you wish to erase from your memory and should’ve never happen. But then, it was inevitable, as you’re here unexpectedly confronting one of the ghost from your past.
And so as she.
MINA: “To be honest, I am completely astounded to see you again as we’re here, just the two of us. Why? Because I thought after all this years you’ll end up to something that will prove everything you think you are before.
Yet it seems… the case is different. Well, why must I be surprised? Karma is a bitch, right?”
You lowered your head in guilt and shame. Mina doesn’t know what happened that led you into this current state of your life right now, but you just took it in willingly. You deserve it, after all.
MINA: “Now here we are, thinking the said loser will fall, is now here standing before you. Oh, my apologies. I haven’t got to reintroduce myself. I’m Myoui Mina, the CEO of this company for 3 years and counting, bestowed upon my parents. The successor. And you… are just going to be one of the poor souls who will be trapped into my personal hell.”
You gulped nervously. Jiyoung was right, Mina has that attitude. But you were also conflicted at the same time. This lady is far from what you once known Mina before.
This one seemed more defiant, fierce and bold.
MINA: “But… consider yourself lucky, because even though I am the devil who’s job is to recruit horrible people like you, I am diffferent. I can’t stand to have you in the same place like me again, nor to breathe the same air. This time, I’m the one who kicks people around.
And you are going to be one of them.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at what that could mean, until Mina shortly gave you to clarification you need.
MINA: “Get out of here. Your application is rejected.”
She dropped her gaze at you and returned to her paperworks, easily forgetting you like a nobody. You tried to keep Jiyoung’s advice effective, but you’re talking about the weeks of unsuccessful applications from all the jobs you tried to applied.
This one, is the only one you won’t tolerate with. Screw the cautions, you have the right to defend yourself anyway.
YN: “Wait, Mina. I know I’ve done you wrong but isn’t this unfair? You haven’t even let me show what I am capable of?
MINA: “Do I even have to? And if you’re talking about chances, I don’t have anything for you. Go out and find others who would be much rather willing to assign your pathetic self.”
YN: “You don’t understand, I need this job. I’ve been searching for weeks and it’s not leading me to any progress, not until… not until I found your company.
MINA: “So what, I’m obliged now to accept you just like that? Oh please. And great, you proved me more just how much you actually suck.”
Mina laughed loud at your struggling situation. You don’t know if you’ll feel even more saddened, frustrated, and offended. It’s just, you can’t throw back at her insults for a reason.
MINA: “It’s really funny seeing where do we led ourselves into with everything we work hard for. To you, well it does make sense after all. You have… nothing.”
YN: “Please, Mina… or Miss Myoui, whatever you want me to call you. I’m begging you…”
You went forward at her desk and knelt, to which her slight surprise.
YN: “... please give me one more chance. I’ll prove to you that I’m changed, and I’m really sorry for what I’ve done in the past. I regret it, I really do. If you aren’t satisfied, just say anything and I’m willing to show how accountable I am. Just please, I need this opportunity, Miss Myoui. I don’t… I don’t know anymore how long I can hold myself.”
Mina just looked down at you with sharp gaze and stoic demeanor. She then smirked at you, finding this sight of you amusing to her, disguising that some of your words, she found them fascinating.
MINA: “I must say… you did pour your heart with that fine speech. This is something new for me… to be convinced by someone who is not on my par.”
She stretched her one leg and pointed the end of her red heels at your chin and pushed them slightly upwards.
MINA: “Look at me.”
You followed. She remained her arms crossed. She breathed deeply and looked back at the window, recalling the reason why she was phased out for a moment before your interaction.
She was again thinking deeply about her life, about how pressured and stressed she was from the constant advice of her parents to look for someone to marry with and keeping the standards they’ve set as leaders of the company, to her friends always expressing their sulking on how frequent she doesn’t get to go out with them, and to the duties she has to finish everyday in which, you add the responsibility she has on making sure the employees don’t fuck up on their tasks.
Everything has been draining for her.
She can’t deny that her parents’ pleads is also something she wants, as well as her friends. It’s just that because of this curse called wealth and success, she has to handle it as a grown up woman and a considerate daughter of the Myoui Family. She always wanted to prove herself too, but she wasn’t aware at first of what the consequences it may bring to her.
Now here she was, alone in her house, with nothing more to entertain her chaotic life other than her lego hobby, beauty care, and that large sized dildo to help her manage the sudden trigger of her kinks and hormones.
She has then realized that she always has been acting like a proper woman that it costs her everything that she truly desires. It has then come into her senses that it’s not too bad to live and let loose.
Then, she thought of an idea that can solve all of this demands she has to carry like a heavy baggage waiting to be opened, and to make this reunion with you worth spent.
MINA: “Fine. You won this time. I’m considering your application”
Your eyes widened at her update.
YN: “A-are you serious?”
MINA: “Do I look like I’m joking?”
She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue.
MINA: “Yeah, you’re one step away from getting the position. And congrats, you’re a lucky bastard. You don’t have any interview to go through first. In short, you are now officially my secretary.”
YN: “Oh my God… Oh my God, thank you so much, Miss Myoui. Thank you, really! I’ll do ev-”
MINA: “I’m not finished yet.”
She slammed her palm on the desk, making you shut up.
MINA: “Now, if you become my secretary (how unfortunate of me), you know what that means, right? You will be organizing my schedules, answer every annoying businessmen who wants to do something relevant with the company. You even have to attend everywhere I go, meetings, events, even my own damn house if I want to. In short, you will be my personal slave… and what I said about my house, since it’s my personal space where I’m in complete control…”
She stood up in front of you, hands on her waist, forcing you to look up at her.
MINA: “That means I get to do whatever I want, and when we’re there… that means we aren’t doing anything related about business.
Your purpose of being my personal slave, is to be my toy, a plaything to entertain and accompany me with my raw sexual fantasies.”
You were took aback by her remarks. You stared at Mina confusingly, on how she went from this highly professional corporate lady to someone who craves to fulfill her lust, a sexually driven woman, far from the nerdy innocent little girl you’ve known before. And here you thought you’ll be here to suffer in her leadership, but it seems like fate has something more in store for you.
MINA: “That will be your condition for me accepting peasants like you in my company, but a little bit luckier than the rest. You will be one call whenever I need… some stress relief, you hear me?
YN: “Y-yes… but Miss Myoui, I’m afraid this is unethical for us-”
MINA: “About that, don’t you ever let this be known to others. Don’t you think I know that? But too bad, I’m just as desperate as you, although it’s unfortunate that it had to be you out of all options. So, prove me wrong by this.
Stand up.
You complied. Now standing face to face, closer to each other. Mina looked at your frame. Average build with enough muscles, nice looking, and neat apperance.
MINA: “One more thing before you can leave my room. Go lock the door, then take off your pants and show me your cock.”
YN: “B-beg your pardon?”
MINA: “Don’t make me say it twice.”
With that hiss of annoyance on her voice, you didn’t pretend to be deaf anymore and so you continued. After locking the door, unbuckling your belt and unzipping your pants, you dragged them down to pants along with your underwear.
Mina stood there, paused as she marvels at the sight of your softened cock already looking impressive at its calm state. You felt highly awkward at this condition, standing there bottom naked in front of your boss.
She grabbed for some ruler on her cabinet. She pointed it at your shaft, then rubbed it slowly along your skin through your tip that effectively made you twitch and hardened. Mina watched as she made you erect in your full size.
Then, she laid your full length on her ruler and amusingly viewed its measurement. It was 7 inches, bigger and even thicker that the dildo she has on her home.
MINA: “You exceeded my expectations. Don’t get me fooled though by your size, I will still judge your performance everyday on well you will satisfy me with this nice cock of yours. I can still give warnings, but if you continue to fail me… I won’t hesitate to fire you. Got it?”
YN: “Y-yes, Miss Myoui.”
There, she finally have you on the palm of her hands. Smirking in victory and without your awareness, she can use this for her plans of revenge against you, on how to make you feel how its like to become weak and taken for granted.
She wondered if this piece of meat will even fit on her holes, but she’ll never found out if she try. As much as it disappoints her that it has to be you as her personal fucktoy, it get contradicted by your gorgeous looking cock and now, she somehow looks forward of the times she’ll get use it for her personal satisfaction.
MINA: “You’re now accepted. Welcome to Myoui Health Care Corps., Mr. LN.”
She smirked at you before she slowly removed the ruler, having it slip throw your length until your shaft bounce in the air. You shuddered at the feeling before you nodded and bowed your head, once again grateful to her.
As you left the room in fuzzy thoughts, Mina bit her lip and suddenly felt the urge between her legs, something she rarely feel during work hours, especially to an employee… worse, someone she despises.
MINA: “I fucking hate you for this, YN.”
She gritted her teeth and formed a clenched fist as she pressed her thighs together to contain her untimely surge of lust.
"This Is For All My Ladies Who Don't Get Fucked Enough" [+18] | Knight's Smutrathon Special - DAY 9
ft. TWICE's Im Nayeon, Park Jihyo, Chou Tzuyu, and Hirai Momo (x 4 Male OCs)
WORD COUNT: 2202
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DESCRIPTION: Basically their experience at Victoria's Secret Fashion Show this year but their performance didn't just end there yet.
=== START ===
Nayeon, Jihyo, Tzuyu, and Momo performed their latest hits ‘This Is For’ and ‘Strategy’ as part of their attendance for the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show. In accordance also with their appearance to the said event, they were included to the bidding program which just added for the first time this year to offer a money as additional reward for anyone who took part of the said event.
As a result, TWICE won the highest auction price costing 2 million dollars each for the four members. The girls were informed about the update, and they noted the instruction to them that they’ll meet their investors after the event.
Waiting at their hotel room, they heard a knock on their door. Jihyo opened it and they were greeted by four foreign men who personify their actions for buying a huge name like them for one night. Two caucasian and two black men all wearing each of their fancy suits entered the room one by one.
All four men meet TWICE who are wearing Victoria Secret’s pink and white striped robes. Each sides facing one another, discreetly observing with full fascination and a mix of lust. “So, may we know who bought each of us?” Tzuyu asked with her broken English.
“I bid for you.” The caucasian man said. “You’re Tzuyu right? I’m Kade.” He introduced himself. The rest also did the same to avoid confusion between themselves. The other white dude is Dustin, and the two black men are Philip and Rob.
Nayeon, Jihyo, and Momo also stated their names. Coincidentally, the ones they’re facing are the ones who bought for them. “Thank you for choosing us.” They all bowed their head and the men smiled. They watched these gorgeous women remove their robes, presenting themselves with the Victoria’s Secret lingerie they worn to represent.
“We agreed to be added with the bidding because this is for me and for all of my ladies with me right now who don’t get fucked enough. Sadly, we are nine in our group and only four of us are here, but lets see what you guys can do, maybe its you four who can end their cravings for some real cocks too.” Jihyo said. Biting her lip at the sight of the bulge in their slacks.. “So please, don’t be shy to try some of us too even if you bought a specific member. It’s just all of us in this room so let’s make this night the best as possible.”
“We will. Thank you for reminding us, Jihyo.” Dustin said.
“Come on girls, lets give them what they came for.” Jihyo commanded her group to approach their respective leading men. They all walked seductively at them, swaying their curves and stepped their legs proudly while keeping their tantalizing stares to their partner.
“Damn, this is so worth of every penny I’ve spent.” Philip commented as he watched Jihyo smirked at her and blink those huge sparkly eyes at him, her aura is enough to turn him on. “You’re goddamn right, these are pure Asian baddies we got here. Not to mention, we’re about to bang some K-Pop superstars right now, man. That’s a fucking rare luck we got.” Rob agreed before turning his head back at Momo who placed her arms on his shoulders and stared at him hypnotizingly.
His gaze lowered down to her long cleavage, making him salivate. “Boys, I think we should get right into it. Man, I’m so fucking hungry seeing their heavenly bodies.” They all nodded before they all kissed their partners passionately.
Tzuyu and Kade let their lips move as they stood still. Nayeon locked Dustin’s neck around her arms to keep him close. Jihyo and Philip didn’t lasted long to get through it, pushing his girl and have themselves crash on the bed where they make out aggressively. Momo and Rob began running each others hands to their bodies.
Philip kneaded Jihyo’s huge tits onto her black laced bra twice before searching for its clip. Unlatching it, he spread those cups away to reveal her tanned milkers laying neatly above her ribcage. Philip immediately dived through it and sucked her caramel nipples diligently while he handled his body nicely as Jihyo gasped at his mouth tasting her body.
Nayeon was pushed to the wall and Dustin attacked her neck, sniffing her womanly scent and gnawed at her exposed pearly skin. Nayeon gasped and let herself submit getting cornered by a well-built man like Dustin peppering her intimate areas with kisses. She held his head and scratched it softly to encourage him leave more marks on her skin.
Kade kneeled below Tzuyu and stared at her perfect long legs and those thick Taiwanese thighs she’s packing. He mouthed a damn at how amazed he is for Tzuyu’s sexy body. Tzuyu could only watch as Kade started kissing his thighs and rub his face along with it before grabbing the waistband of her panties and pull them down, exposing her curvy ass and that small pussy between those holy thighs first.
Momo was turned around, her back pressing Rob’s chest. His hands went straight to her boobs and cupped them fiercely. Her gaping mouth was captured by Rob until he has full access of her tongue when she awed at the feeling of his other hand sneaking inside her pink panties, curling his digits to her snatch.
Philip was the first one to strip off his suit to join his partner all naked on the bed. Jihyo saw his big black cock probably at 8 inches length all ready to invade her pussy. He jerked it first before slowly daggered it through Jihyo’s center, her eyes rolling back at how huge he is inside her.
Nayeon’s panties was replaced to her pussy lips. Dustin held his long white cock to her entrance while hooking her leg up to spread her open. She was fucked sideways against the wall, Nayeon could only moaned as she has full access watching his cock going in and out of her while Dustin observes her contorting face in pleasure.
Tzuyu was bent on the nightstand as Kade eats out her ass and licks her pussy behind. She gasped and ooh-ed at her tongue snaking in through her walls and lapping out the fluids coming out of her. Wet enough to be a lube, Kade took her ass first as she fucked her in a doggy, her thighs rippling at the impact.
Momo was stripped off from her panties before she was led to a chair by Rob. His monstrous cock made her gulp nervously and shudder in excitement to take such a manly cock like his for real after settling too long for silicon dildos. She joined Rob to sit on his lap at the chair, slowly dragging herself down to his awaiting cock before she slowly take him all inside until all of his length were swallowed by her cunt to be fucked.
The room was filled with moans, shattering screams from getting their holes stuffed by huge cocks, long whimpers from squirting and getting cummed inside and many lewd noises. All four men did their roles great for giving these girls a night to remember after missing such a rowdy sex from a real men like them.
The girls were switched both from their partners and into the positions they desire to perform and attempt. Some of them were shocked that they were able to fold their bodies just so they can be bred effectively in this kind of form. No matter what angles they were took, their cocks didn’t fail to reach every areas they never knew inside their walls and stimulate their G-spots.
Nayeon was fucked in a classic missionary by Dustin while she blows Rob’s black cock, spurting his cum into her mouth in the process. She was pounded also in a reverse cowgirl by Philip while she slobbered Dustin’s cock who is standing in the mattress to reach her face’s height. Jihyo joined the trio that time, lapping to Dustin’s hanging balls below while he was taken by Nayeon.
Tzuyu was carried by Kade through her tits and fucked her ass while allowing Philip to drive her cock in between her thighs pressed together, her feet dangling through her shoulders for being folded between two men. Her body was stained with a black man’s cum. Kade was replaced by Dustin after cumming into her ass to target her pussy next, while Rob took turns from Philip to claim her thighs next.
Jihyo titfucked Kade while he’s sitting on the chair. After swallowing his cum, she straddled him to be fucked while her boobs were feasted by the lucky man beneath her. She screamed in surprise when she felt a second cock pummeling her ass from behind, which turns out to be Philip.
Meanwhile, while Momo watched Jihyo getting double penetrated on the chair. Dustin who just finished having his orgasm from Tzuyu’s little pussy who got passed to Rob to have her all by himself, approached the poor abandoned woman spawled onto the bed. He instructed Momo to get above her in reverse, and so she did to have themselves for a 69 position.
Momo bobbed her head up and down through his cock while Dustin used his jaw to eat her pussy out. The vibration around his cock was caused by Momo’s moans from his excellent oral service. The Japanese busty woman repaid his effort by burying her face to his groin, deepthroating him with her absent gag reflex while fondling his balls that made his knees raise in shudder.
As Dustin slapped her ass, Momo took it as as signal to sat on his cock and fucked herself through it. They were joined by Philip who claimed Momo’s peachy ass next, her gasping mouth stole by Kade for his cock. Her free left hand was grabbed and placed onto Rob’s cock, demanding to be jerked off.
Nayeon and Jihyo saw Momo’s bouncing juggers and attached their mouth to her nipples. Rob and Kade who are also both positioned to each sides, fingered Nayeon and Jihyo’s cunt while they sucked off their fellow member. Tzuyu then sat to Dustin’s face, blinding the guy with her ass and silencing his moans with his pussy to be eaten.
All 8 people committing a very sexual and lustful activity on the bed in a cooperative manner is a sight to behold. Seeing all of themselves brilliantly finding a way to pleasure one another to avoid one of them being left behind made them all horny. It encouraged each of them to do better servicing one after another to attain that satisfying conclusion for all of them.
“I’m about to cum!” Momo slid her mouth Kade’s cock and pumped it with her fist, she was the first to alert all of them, understandably enough since she’s the one who is mostly filled amongst the girls.
“Is everyone with her too?” Philip asked.
“Yeah no shit, I’m about to bust this man. Her mouth is too good.” Rob replied after being blown again by Momo.
“I’m close too!” Dustin was spared by Tzuyu for a moment, lifting her pussy away from his mouth to let him speak.
“How about you girls?”
“We’re almost there!” Nayeon and Jihyo agreed.
“Oh god I can’t hold it in anymore!” Tzuyu said as her clit is being rubbed harshly while getting lapped and one of her breasts groped by him.
“I’M CUMMING!!!”
Momo was joined by the rest as they all let out their most refreshed sounds by releasing their orgasms simultaneously. The mattress was stained by the girls’ combined squirting. Momo felt her two holes filled with cum by Philip and Dustin, her face was painted by Rob’s and Kade’s went down onto her tummy.
Momo, Tzuyu, and Dustin collapsed on the bed, while the rest went on the matted floor with Nayeon and Kade on the left, Jihyo and Rob on the right and Philip on the front side. They all catched their breaths, all sweaty and exhausted.
“Goddamn, what an amazing night we just have.” Philip reacted. He was received by chuckles from them.
“How’s that, ladies? Was it worth the wait?” Dustin asked as he looked at Momo and Tzuyu’s tired faces. They nodded and shared the same “yes” answer.
“So much!” Nayeon shouted in glee and Jihyo laughed with it. “Yeah, if only Jeong, Sana, Dahyun, Mina, and Chaeyoung are here. They’re gonna love you all.”
“You can join us sleep for tonight if you want?”
All four men thought the same idea. How can they say no? They stood up and helped the girls. Some of them cleaned the mess they made while the others started taking a batch together to clean themselves.
The next morning, after waking up and having breakfast with them. The four men left the hotel with the girl’s numbers on their pockets. Nayeon, Jihyo, Tzuyu, and Momo couldn’t wait for them to return again in New York next year, and definitely they’re going to bring the other five members and have those four invite more for a crazier fuckfest that will surely surpass the night they've had.
=== END ===
Word Count: 17,896
Genre: Poly, Idolverse, Manager AU
Sana's Day
Sana’s day began with a ceremony.
Of course it did.
Momo would not have called it that. She would have said it was just breakfast. Just a hand. Just a day ending the way it was supposed to end before another one began.
But Sana liked things properly. So Momo made it proper.
Breakfast had already survived more than most meals should have survived. Momo had arrived beside me in full vacation mode, talking more than ITZY apparently expected her to talk, smiling more openly than she usually did around people outside TWICE, and sitting close enough to me that nobody at the table needed an official statement about how her night had gone.
They made one anyway. Several. There had been accusations of afterglow, emergency headphone protocol, Yeji turning red enough to qualify as weather, and Jihyo entering a frighteningly relaxed state where she had started allowing consequences to happen naturally.
Then Momo took my hand under the table. Squeezed once. Let go. And turned to Sana.
The table softened before she even said anything. That was how everyone knew it mattered “My day is done,” Momo said.
Sana straightened immediately. Her smile changed. Not smaller. Never smaller. But warmer. Like she had been waiting for exactly this kind of attention and had no intention of pretending otherwise.
Momo reached for my wrist first, then placed my hand into Sana’s waiting one. Formal. Deliberate. Exactly how Sana liked it “I’m giving him to you now, Satang.”
Sana froze. For half a second, she looked like the nickname had hit somewhere under her ribs. Then her fingers closed around mine “I’ll take good care of him.”
“I know,” Momo said.
Then she looked at me “Eat properly today too.”
“That feels like a final command.”
“It is a reminder.”
“Those are the same thing when you say them.”
Momo smiled, satisfied, and leaned back. Sana turned to me immediately. The brightness came back fast. Too fast. Dangerous “My day.”
I looked at her hand around mine “Your day.”
I was already reaching for the safe version of the sentence. The careful one. The one where I asked what she wanted, how she wanted to spend the day, whether she wanted breakfast first or a walk or something quiet or— Sana squeezed my hand.
“No.”
I blinked “No?”
“No manager face, oppa.”
“I did not make a manager face.”
“You were about to ask me for a schedule.”
“That is not a crime.”
“It is today.”
The table went quiet in the exact way that meant everyone had chosen to listen. I felt better that morning. That was the problem. Not fixed. Not magically new.
But better.
Better enough that my body did not feel like something I was dragging through everyone else’s happiness. Better enough that food had tasted like food. Better enough that I had woken up with salt still somewhere in my hair, smoke still caught in my shirt, and the strange, difficult feeling that maybe yesterday had actually worked.
Nayeon had made me stop.
Jeongyeon had made simple feel enough.
Momo had made me eat, move, follow, and want.
All of that should have meant I was recovering. Unfortunately, recovering meant I had energy again. And energy meant my brain had started looking for somewhere useful to put it. Sana caught that before I even fully reached the thought “You are not making me a project,” she said.
“I wasn’t.”
“You were about to become very organized.”
“That is not illegal.”
“Today, that is illegal too.”
I looked at her. She looked back, smiling like the sentence was cute and serious and a warning all at once “I already know what I want,” she said. That sentence from Sana was never safe “You do?”
“Yes.” She turned her head. Her eyes found Ben and Yeji.
Ben had been drinking coffee with the injured dignity of a man still recovering from the public release of the phrase ‘princess-wife-girlfriend’. Yeji was beside him, cheeks still faintly pink, one hand wrapped around her cup like she could hide behind it if needed.
Sana pointed at them “That.”
Ben choked on his coffee. Yeji froze and the table froze with them. I stared at Sana “That?”
Sana nodded eagerly, eyes bright like a child pointing at the exact toy she wanted from a store window “Yes. That.”
I looked at Ben. Then at Yeji. Then back at Sana.
“I cannot obtain billionaire status in three minutes.”
Ben coughed harder. Yeji covered her face. Sana frowned at me “No no no, not that.”
“That is a relief.”
“You heard what he said, right?”
There were several things Ben had said lately. Unfortunately, I knew exactly which one she meant. Sana’s smile turned sweet. Sweet enough to spike my blood sugar, “Princess-wife-girlfriend.”
The table detonated. Nayeon slammed one hand over her mouth. Dahyun inhaled so sharply it sounded like a broadcast starting. Chaeyoung folded forward. Mina looked down at her coffee with great interest. Tzuyu nodded once, like Sana had cited her source correctly.
Jihyo closed her eyes “Of course.”
Ben lowered his cup slowly “I feel exposed.”
Ryujin leaned forward “You are exposed.”
Yuna pointed at him “You leaked the standard.”
Lia smiled politely “It was a very specific title.”
Yeji’s face had gone red enough to qualify as sunrise “Can we not?”
Sana leaned closer to me, still pointing at them “I want that.”
“You want Ben?”
Sana made a face “Dear God, no.”
Ben placed a hand over his chest “Wounded.”
Yeji, still red, said, “You should be grateful.”
“I am grateful to be unwanted in this specific context.”
Sana squeezed my hand “I want the way he treats her. Princess. Wife. Girlfriend. Full package.”
My throat went dry. The table’s teasing softened for half a second. Not gone. Just quieter. Sana’s smile stayed bright, but her fingers tightened around mine “I do not want you to guess today,” she said “I am telling you.”
I looked at her “That is a lot.”
“Yes.”
“You want to be spoiled.”
“Yes.”
“Romanced.”
“Yes.”
“Taken seriously.”
“Yes.”
“And not shared.”
Sana’s smile changed. There it was, the real thing under the sparkle “Yes,” she said “I don’t plan on sharing today.”
The sentence should have made me panic. A few days ago, maybe it would have. I would have started thinking about rotation fairness, how to make sure no one felt left out, how to balance the room, how to make her happy without making anyone else feel abandoned.
But Sana was looking at me like the answer did not need a committee. Like wanting me for one day was not a crisis. Like maybe the kindest thing I could do was not immediately divide myself into portions. So I squeezed her hand back “Okay.”
Sana blinked “Okay?”
“Yes.” Her eyes searched my face, like she was waiting for the manager part of me to arrive late and ruin it.
It did not. Not this time.
I smiled before I could overthink it “If today you don’t plan on sharing,” I said, “then I don’t plan on being shared.” Sana went very still. Then her smile came back. Brighter and warmer. Dangerous in a completely different way “That was good.”
“Was it?”
“Yes.” Her thumb brushed over mine “You sounded happy.”
I realized I was. That was the first warning. Or maybe the first proof “I think I am.” Sana’s fingers tightened “Good,” she said softly “Then be happy with only me today.”
Nayeon’s mouth opened. Sana turned toward her immediately “No.” Nayeon closed it. Sana looked around the table, still smiling, still soft, still absolutely immovable “Today, I am the only girlfriend.”
The sentence landed harder than anyone expected. Then Dahyun, because she loved danger, lifted one finger “Clarification. Emotionally, legally, or rotationally?”
“Sana,” Jihyo warned.
Sana did not blink “Yes.”
Dahyun lowered her finger “Comprehensive.”
Mina took a sip “Efficient claim.”
Jeongyeon looked at me “Good luck.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“It is.”
Sana tugged my hand closer “Everyone else can love you tomorrow.”
“That is not exactly how—” she smiled “Today, only me.”
Something in me stopped trying to correct the language. Maybe because she looked too happy. Maybe because she looked too honest. Maybe because after yesterday, I was starting to understand that every member had her own way of taking care of me, and Sana’s was apparently going to be kidnapping me into romance until the rest of the world became background noise.
Jihyo looked at Sana over her coffee “Behave a little.”
Sana blinked, all innocence “I always behave.”
Nayeon laughed.
Jeongyeon muttered, “No, you do not.”
Dahyun leaned toward Chaeyoung “Historical record disputes the claim.”
Sana pointed at Dahyun “No record.”
Chaeyoung, unfortunately, had already remembered “Isn’t Sana unnie still the record holder for the rotation?”
I looked up “The what?” Sana’s eyes widened. Jihyo looked at her, “Chaeyoung.” Nayeon collapsed against Sana’s shoulder laughing. Mina looked away. Tzuyu calmly ate fruit.
Jeongyeon said, “Five.”
I stared “Five what?”
Sana covered her face with one hand. The entire table answered in different levels of shame, amusement, and violence.
“Times, in one night.” Dahyun said, because journalism had won. My soul left my body. Sana peeked through her fingers “That was one time.”
Nayeon wheezed “It was not.”
“It was a meaningful day.”
Jeongyeon nodded “Historically meaningful.”
Jihyo rubbed her forehead “This is exactly why I said behave.”
Ryujin stared at Sana. Then she looked at Ben. Then she grinned “Five is the record?”
The table went silent. Slowly, every eye turned to Ryujin. Yeji’s face changed first “Ryujin, no.” Ryujin leaned back, fully aware she had found a live wire and already chosen to touch it “What? Everyone is airing dirty laundry this morning.”
Yuna turned to her “Unnie.”
Lia closed her eyes “Please don’t.”
Ryujin ignored both of them and pointed at herself with her thumb “That is my bare minimum with Ben when I have him all to myself.”
Ben went very still. Not danger still. Not billionaire still. It was more of a “man-who-had-been-dragged-into-a-metric-system-against-his-will” kind of still.
Yeji turned toward him so slowly that even I felt the cinematic murder intent. Sana’s mouth dropped open. Nayeon gasped. Dahyun whispered, “Oh, the scoreboard has expanded.”
Jihyo looked at Ryujin with a combined expression of fear and admiration.
Ryujin continued anyway, because she was Ryujin “I’m just saying. Sana unnie can keep the TWICE record. I respect history.” She looked at Ben and smiled wider “But five is not where I stop.”
Yuna made a sound like she had been betrayed by oxygen. Lia put both hands over her face. Chaeryeong stared into her cup like it could offer asylum. Ben looked at the ocean— a man considering migration.
Yeji set her cup down. Very carefully “Benjie.”
“I said nothing.”
“You were included.”
“Against my will.”
Ryujin leaned forward “You are not denying it.”
“I am preserving my life.”
Yeji’s smile turned sweet. Too sweet “That is very interesting.”
Ben’s eyes narrowed “Love?”
“Quality matters,” Yeji said.
“Absolutely.”
“Connection matters.”
“Always.”
“Emotional depth matters.”
“You are my love, my home, my everything.”
Yeji’s face flickered. For half a second, that almost saved him. Then Ryujin, agent of destruction, lifted one finger “Yeji unnie, quantity is also a form of devotion.”
Ben closed his eyes “Ryujin… why?”
Yeji stood. Calmly. Too calmly. Then she took Ben’s hand “We are going for a swim.”
Ben looked up at her “Now?”
“Yes.”
“I am wearing breakfast clothes.”
“That is fine.”
“I feel there is subtext.”
Yeji smiled “There is water.”
The table froze. Ben slowly turned toward me “Best buddy?”
I considered helping, “Nah, I enjoy being alive.”
“Witness protection.”
“You are on your own.”
Yeji pulled him to his feet. Ben obeyed, because apparently billionaires had survival instincts when properly loved. Ryujin leaned back, delighted “See? That is romance.”
Yeji pointed at her with Ben’s hand still in hers “You are next if you keep talking.” Ryujin smiled “Worth it.”
Lia sighed “It is always worth it until it is not.”
Ben, already being dragged away, called back, “For the record, I deny nothing and confirm nothing.” Yeji pulled harder. He added, “Except my love for you, babe.”
Yeji stopped walking just long enough to glare at him. Ben smiled “I love you.” Yeji’s face went red again. Then she yanked him toward the beach “I am drowning you.”
“With yourself?” Dahyun asked before fear could stop her.
Yeji did not turn around “Yes.”
Dahyun sat back, satisfied and terrified “Intent confirmed.”
Ben looked genuinely concerned now “Wait. Are we jokingly near water, or legally near water?”
Yeji kept walking “Both.”
“That answer has no safe side,” Ben said.
Yeji did not slow down “That is the point.”
That was when Lia stood. Not quickly. Not dramatically. Worse— peacefully “Ryujin,” she said. Ryujin blinked. “What?”
“We should probably save him.”
Ryujin pointed at herself “Me included?”
“You started this.”
“I started a conversation.”
“You instigated an ongoing maritime incident.”
Yuna stood too, already grinning “I’ll help.”
Ryujin waved one hand “Why are we acting like Ben cannot survive one angry Yeji?”
Ben, already being dragged toward the sand, turned around “I would like to correct that it is one angry princess-wife-girlfriend Yeji.”
The entire table went still. Yeji stopped. Slowly. Ben seemed to realize, half a second too late, that correcting the title of his executioner was not a survival strategy. Jihyo stared at him “Why would you revise the threat label?”
Ben lifted one finger “Accuracy matters.”
Dahyun whispered, “He is fact-checking his drowning.”
Mina took a sip of coffee “Very brave.”
Chaeyoung nodded “Very stupid.”
Sana leaned against my shoulder, eyes shining “He sounds proud.”
“He is about to die,” I said.
“He can be both.”
Yeji turned her head just enough to look at Ben “Princess-wife-girlfriend?” Ben swallowed “With love.”
“That is not helping.”
“It was meant to honor your full title.”
Ryujin laughed once. That was her mistake. Yeji’s eyes moved to her “You’re next, by the way.” Ryujin immediately stopped laughing.
Lia looked at Ryujin with perfect calm “Remember, Ben is your only equal in bed.”
The entire table froze. Ryujin froze hardest. Ben stopped moving. Yeji stopped moving. Yuna’s mouth fell open. Chaeryeong stared into her cup like it had betrayed her personally. Jihyo whispered, “Lia.”
Lia took a sip of water “What? I said it calmly.”
Ryujin’s face changed. The grin vanished. Not from shame. From sudden, horrifying calculation. Her eyes moved to Ben. Then to the ocean. Then to Yeji. Then back to Ben.
“Oh no.”
Nayeon leaned forward, delighted “Oh, now she cares.”
Ryujin stood so fast her chair nearly tipped “Yeji unnie.”
Yeji slowly turned. Ryujin lifted both hands “Let us all calm down.”
Ben pointed at her “Oh now you want peace?”
Ryujin ignored him completely “I support your wife-girlfriend rights. Fully. Emotionally. Spiritually. Legally if needed.”
Yeji narrowed her eyes. Ryujin continued faster “But we should not make permanent decisions near water.”
Yuna nodded solemnly beside her “Very unsafe.”
Lia added, “Especially when the resource is rare.”
Ben stared at Lia “Resource?”
Lia smiled “Equal.”
Ryujin pointed at Lia “Exactly. Rare resource.”
Ben looked between them “I am uncomfortable being discussed like endangered wildlife.”
Chaeryeong, still looking into her cup, said, “Then stop being hard to replace.”
The table broke. Even Yeji’s mouth twitched. Ben turned to Chaeryeong “That was devastating.”
“It was logistics.”
Ryujin hurried around the table and caught Ben’s other arm before Yeji could resume the drowning plan “No drowning.”
Yeji looked at her. Ryujin tightened her grip “I am serious. I was joking before. This is real now.” Dahyun whispered, “Developing story: preservation efforts begin after bedroom ecosystem threatened.”
Jihyo pointed at her without looking. Dahyun sat back immediately. Ryujin tugged Ben slightly away from the beach path “You are annoying, but you are necessary.”
Ben blinked “That is the worst compliment I have ever received.”
“It is not a compliment,” Ryujin said “It is risk assessment.”
Yeji crossed her arms “So you admit he matters.”
Ryujin looked at her. Then at Ben. Then away “Unfortunately.” Ben placed one hand over his chest “I am touched.”
“You should be scared.”
“I can be both.”
Yeji tightened her grip on Ben’s hand. Ryujin tightened her grip on his other arm. Ben looked down at both of them. Then at me “This feels like a custody hearing.”
“You are not the child,” Yeji said.
Ryujin nodded “You are the disputed asset.”
Ben stared at her “That is worse.”
“It is accurate.”
Yeji pulled him slightly toward her “He is my boyfriend.”
Ryujin pulled him slightly back “He is my equal.”
Ben stumbled half a step between them “I would like to calmly remind everyone that I can be both.”
The table went silent. Ben froze. Yeji slowly looked at him. Ryujin slowly looked at him. Jihyo closed her eyes. Dahyun whispered, “He chose both.”
Ben lifted one finger “No, I mean in different contexts.”
Mina took a sip of coffee “That did not help.”
Ben looked at her “I noticed, Mina. I noticed.”
Yeji’s smile sharpened “Different contexts?” Ben turned to her immediately “Romantic context. Emotional context. Life context. You are the context.” Ryujin tilted her head “And me?”
Ben turned to Ryujin “Competitive context.”
Yeji’s eyes narrowed. Ben’s mouth stayed open for one fatal second too long “Not emotionally competitive. Physically competitive. No. That sounds worse. Recreationally competitive.”
Yuna made a strangled sound. Lia covered her mouth. Chaeryeong stared at Ben with the quiet sympathy reserved for people walking into traffic while apologizing to the cars.
Ben looked around “I am trying to reduce tension.”
Jihyo pointed at him, “You should stop trying.”
“I can fix this.”
“No,” Jeongyeon said.
Ben nodded anyway, because apparently survival instincts had limits. He looked at Yeji “You are my princess-wife-girlfriend.” Yeji’s expression softened by one dangerous degree. Then Ben looked at Ryujin “And Ryujin is a valued athletic colleague.”
The table froze again. Ryujin blinked “Colleague?” Ben realized the grave had opened beneath him “No.”
Ryujin’s grip tightened “You called me your colleague?”
“Not colleague. Rival.”
“That is better.”
Yeji’s eyes sharpened. Ben immediately added, “Not rival to you.”
Dahyun whispered, “He is doing footwork in a minefield.”
Mina nodded “Bad footwork.”
Ben pointed at both Yeji and Ryujin with the desperation of a man attempting diplomacy while being dragged in two directions “What I am saying is that everyone here is important in a completely separate and non-threatening way.”
Sana leaned against my shoulder “He sounds like a company statement.”
“He sounds like a man writing his own obituary,” I said.
Ben heard me “Best buddy, do not narrate my death.”
“You are narrating it fine by yourself.”
Yeji pulled him closer “So I am not threatened?”
“Never.”
Ryujin pulled him back “And I am separate?”
“Yes.”
“Important?” Ryujin followed up
“Yes.”
“Rare?”
Ben hesitated. That was the mistake. Yeji’s head turned. Ryujin’s grip tightened. Ben closed his eyes “Yes.”
Yeji stared. Ben opened his eyes quickly “But not wife-girlfriend rare. Different rare. Category rare. Like—”
“Endangered wildlife?” Lia offered calmly.
Ben looked betrayed “You started this.”
“I clarified it.”
Ryujin pointed at Lia “Rare resource.”
Ben exhaled “I hate being a resource.”
Chaeryeong, still looking into her cup, said, “Then stop being hard to replace.”
The table broke. Even Yeji’s mouth twitched.
Ben turned to Chaeryeong “That was devastating.”
“It was logistics.”
Ryujin tugged him slightly away from the beach path “No drowning.”
Yeji tugged him back “I have not decided.”
Ben looked at the ocean. Then at Ryujin. Then at Yeji “I would like to propose a compromise.”
Jihyo immediately said, “No.”
Ben continued anyway “No one drowns me before breakfast.”
“That is not a compromise,” Yeji said.
“It is for me.”
Ryujin nodded “I support this motion.”
Yeji looked at her. Ryujin lifted both hands, still holding Ben with one of them “I am not defending him.”
Ben blinked “That is comforting.”
“I am defending the continued existence of a limited resource.”
Ben stared at her “That is less comforting.”
Ryujin ignored him and focused on Yeji “You can be mad at him. You can punish him emotionally. Romantically. Strategically.”
Yeji’s eyes narrowed. Ryujin continued quickly “I am only saying the punishment should happen somewhere without tides.”
Yuna nodded beside her “Indoor jurisdiction.”
Lia added, “Preferably after breakfast.”
Ben lifted one finger “I would like to object to the phrase indoor jurisdiction.”
Yeji looked at him. Ben lowered his finger “Actually, I withdraw the objection.”
Dahyun whispered, “He is learning.”
Mina took a sip “Under threat of drowning.”
Ryujin tugged Ben’s arm slightly away from the ocean path “See? He can be trained. Temporarily. This is why we preserve him.”
Ben looked offended “Preserve me?”
Lia’s expression remained perfectly calm “Permanently damaging the rare resource seems inefficient.”
Ben pointed at Lia “Again with resource.”
Yeji’s eyes moved to Ben “And you. No looking proud.”
Ben, who absolutely had been looking proud, adjusted his face “I am humbled by being preserved.”
Ryujin muttered, “Bare minimum respect for my record would have been nice.”
Yeji’s head turned. Ryujin smiled “I said nothing.”
Lia took another sip of water “You said it emotionally.”
Ben looked between them again, clearly deciding to make one final attempt “I respect all records.” Everyone stopped. Ben immediately regretted existing. Yeji’s grip went still. Ryujin’s eyes brightened. Dahyun whispered, “Oh no.”
Ben panicked “Historical records. Emotional records. Private records. Not scoreboard records.”
Ryujin grinned “You said private records.”
Yeji pulled him sharply toward her. Ben stumbled “I withdraw the statement.”
“You cannot withdraw testimony,” Dahyun said.
Jihyo pointed at her. Dahyun lowered her head. “Sorry.”
Ben looked at Yeji, softer now “Love.”
That one word changed him. Not enough to save him. Enough to slow the disaster “You are my home,” he said. “That is not a metric.” Yeji’s face flickered. Ryujin sighed dramatically. “Fine. That was good.”
Ben looked at her “Thank you.”
“Still saving you for selfish reasons.”
“I accept selfish rescue.”
Yeji stared at him for one more second. Then sighed. The drowning plan weakened. Not fully. Enough. She pulled him closer again, this time fully away from the ocean path “You are still in trouble.”
Ben softened immediately “Yes, love.”
“And Ryujin is not allowed to use you as a scoreboard.”
Ryujin opened her mouth. Yeji’s eyes sharpened. Ryujin closed it. Ben looked at Ryujin with quiet sympathy “Survival requires sacrifice.” Ryujin pointed at him “You owe me.”
Ben’s eyes widened “I owe you for saving me from the problem you caused?”
“Yes.”
“That is morally bankrupt.”
“That sounds like your language.”
Ben looked down at Yeji’s hand. Then at Ryujin’s grip on his arm. Then at the ocean he had almost been introduced to legally “So am I saved?”
Yeji smiled “For now.”
Ryujin nodded “Conditionally.”
Ben exhaled “Loved and conditionally alive.”
Jihyo sat back down with her coffee “No drowning before breakfast. Successful morning.”
Mina took a sip “Temporary success.”
Dahyun whispered, “Conservation status: romantically endangered but stable.”
Jihyo pointed at her again. Dahyun lowered her head “Stable.”
Lia smiled “Successful intervention.” Yuna nodded. “Ben has been rescued by performance metrics.” Ben closed his eyes. “I hate this sentence.”
Sana watched the whole thing with sparkling eyes. Then turned back to me “See?” I looked at the group returning from the almost-drowning “I am not sure that helped your case.”
“It did.”
“How?”
She leaned closer, both hands around mine now “Because everyone is already disappearing into their own world.” The table quieted. Sana’s eyes stayed on mine. Soft. Demanding. Bubbly and serious at the same time.
“Ben and Yeji have theirs. Ryujin has whatever disaster she just started. Momo had hers yesterday.” Her fingers tightened around mine “Today, I want mine.” My chest tightened “And yours?” Her smile softened “You are in it.”
Nayeon made a small sound. Mina looked into her coffee like it had suddenly become emotional. Jihyo, still in dangerous vacation mode, only nodded once “Take him, then.”
Sana’s face lit up. I looked at Jihyo “You are allowing this?” Jihyo took a sip of coffee “Momo made you eat. Sana is making you disappear. Frankly, this is the most organized we have been all week.”
Jeongyeon nodded “Let her.”
Sana stood immediately and tugged my hand “Come on.”
“Already?”
“Yes.”
“I have not finished breakfast.”
Momo, from across the table, spoke without even looking up “Take the fruit.”
Sana picked up a small plate of fruit and handed it to me “There.”
I looked at the plate. Then at her “This is kidnapping with snacks.” Sana smiled “Princess-wife-girlfriend day has provisions.”
Nayeon whispered, “She is too powerful.” Sana leaned down and kissed Momo’s cheek “Thank you for handing him over properly.” Momo smiled “Take care of him, Satang.”
“I will.”
Then Sana turned to me, bright enough to be dangerous “And you take care of me.” I stood. Because apparently that was the rule. Because apparently today, Sana did not want subtle love. She wanted all of it. The entire ‘How Ben loves Yeji’ package and no witnesses.
Sana did not take me far at first. That surprised me. With the way she had announced my disappearance, I expected a secret beach, a hidden villa, maybe some place in the resort that required a map and a confession to reach.
Instead, she led me down the quieter path behind the main pavilion, past the garden pool, toward the spa.
The sign was simple. Polished wood. White stone. Soft music already leaking from inside like the building had decided loudness was illegal. I looked at her “The spa?”
Sana swung our hands between us “Yes.”
“Princess treatment?”
“Princess-wife-girlfriend treatment.”
“Important distinction.”
“Very.”
I looked back once. The breakfast pavilion was mostly hidden by palms now. I could still hear laughter in the distance. Probably Ben surviving by negotiating his own existence. Probably Ryujin making things worse. Probably Jihyo pretending not to be in charge while fully being in charge. Sana squeezed my hand “No looking back.” I looked at her. She smiled. Not scolding. Just knowing.
“I was not—”
“You were.”
“I was checking if anyone needed—”
“No.”
I stopped. She stepped in front of me, still holding my hand “John.” That was the warning. The soft kind. The kind that did not need volume because Sana already knew where to put it “You feel better today.”
I swallowed “Yes.”
“I can see it.”
“That is good, right?”
“Yes.”
Her thumb brushed over mine “But better John starts trying to give himself away again.”
The sentence landed too cleanly. I looked away first. Sana did not let go “I want your better mood,” she said. I looked back at her. She smiled, but the want underneath it was not a joke “Not the leftovers.”
There were no clever answers available. Or maybe there were. Maybe I simply did not want to use them “Okay,” I said.
Sana blinked “Okay?”
“I’ll try.”
“Try what?”
I looked at her hand in mine “Not to make loving you look like work.”
Sana’s smile changed. The bright parts stayed. But something softer moved underneath “Good,” she said. Then she tilted her head “Also, you are allowed to enjoy the spa.”
“I was not going to argue.”
“You were going to stand beside the experience and make sure I liked it.”
“That sounds unfairly specific.”
“It is because I am right.”
The door opened before I could defend myself. A spa staff member greeted us with a polite smile, already holding two folded robes and a small tray with tea. I was ready to let Sana explain. That would have been easier. Instead, I stepped forward.
“Can I ask for one thing?”
Sana looked at me. The staff member nodded “Of course, sir.” I glanced at Sana first. Not for permission. For promise “Please make sure no one disturbs us while we’re here,” I said. “Unless it is a real emergency.”
The staff member smiled “Of course, that won’t be a problem.”
“No calls. No messages. No checking in from the others. No one asking if I’m needed somewhere else.”
Sana’s hand tightened around mine. I kept going before I could turn it into an apology “Today is Sana’s day.”
The staff member nodded again, softer this time “We’ll make sure you have privacy.”
“Thank you.”
When the staff stepped away, Sana did not move immediately. She only looked at me “What?” I asked. Her smile came slowly. Bright at first. Then smaller. More dangerous “You asked.”
“I did.”
“For no one to disturb us.”
“Yes.”
“Even them?”
“Especially them, you want me to show them Nayeon’s photo to be safe?”
Sana’s eyes warmed. Not teasing now. Not yet “You really heard me.” I looked at her hand in mine “I’m trying.”
“I know.”
“That is usually where someone says I’m doing badly.”
Sana shook her head and stepped closer “No. This one was good.”
My chest tightened. She lifted onto her toes and kissed my cheek. Soft. Quick. Delighted. Then she whispered near my ear, “Now you are learning princess-wife-girlfriend treatment.” I swallowed “That was only the privacy request.” Sana smiled against my cheek “Yes.” Then her fingers slid between mine “And it made me very happy.”
The staff returned before I could answer properly. That was probably merciful.
Because Sana was still smiling against my cheek, and I was standing in the entrance of a spa with my hand in hers, realizing that a privacy request had somehow done more damage to me than half the things Sana usually did on purpose.
The staff member led us down a narrow hallway where the air smelled like lemongrass, warm stone, and something floral I could not name. The music was soft enough that it almost felt rude to think loudly.
Sana approved immediately.
I could tell because her fingers tightened around mine. Not excited tight, it was possessive tight. The kind that said she had already decided the hallway belonged to her because I was walking through it with her.
Our room waited at the end. It was not a normal room, of course not.
There were two low massage beds, folded towels stacked like clouds, a warm stone basin set near a wooden bench, a small table with tea, fruit, and honey, and a wide glass door that opened into a private garden where the resort had apparently bullied nature into becoming quiet.
Sana looked around with bright eyes. I looked around for exits, staff access, emergency contact points, and whether the privacy request had actually been understood.
Then I caught myself. Sana did not say anything. She did not have to. I looked at her. She was already looking at me. I sighed “That was the manager version.”
Sana’s smile bloomed slowly “I didn’t say anything.”
“You smiled in subtitles.”
“That is because you are learning my language.”
“I was checking the room.”
“For what?”
“Anything that could become inconvenient.”
“Oppa.”
“I know.” I took a breath and made myself look back at her instead of the door. “No checking.”
Sana tilted her head “No checking?”
“No checking unless something actually needs checking.”
Her eyes softened “That was better.”
“It was?”
“Yes.”
She stepped closer, lifted onto her toes, and kissed the corner of my mouth. Not enough to become dangerous. Enough to make my brain miss a step. Then she pulled back, pleased with herself “One.” I blinked “One what?”
“One kiss for self-correcting.”
“That is a system now?”
“No.” She smiled “It is a privilege.”
“That sounds worse.”
“It is better.”
Before I could argue with the legal structure of Sana-based incentives, the staff explained the treatment. Foot bath first. Then massage. Then private rest time. Then lunch could be served in the garden if we wanted. Sana said yes before I could ask whether she wanted anything different.
Then she looked at me. I closed my mouth. She smiled. The staff left us alone. The room became quieter after that. Not empty. Private. There was a difference.
Sana sat on the bench first and slipped out of her sandals. I sat beside her, close enough that our knees touched. The basin in front of us steamed gently, flower petals moving across the surface like they had no responsibilities at all. Sana dipped one foot in and hummed “Good?”
“Yes.”
I almost asked if the water was too hot. I almost asked if she wanted more towels. I almost asked if I should call someone in. Instead, I looked at the basin. Then at her hand resting between us. Then I reached for it “Give me your hands.” Sana blinked. Her smile changed “That sounded confident.”
“It was supposed to.”
“Was it also a question?”
“No.”
Her eyes widened in delight “No?” I swallowed. “I mean, it can be if you want it to be.” Sana laughed softly “There he is.”
“I ruined it?”
“No.” She placed both hands in mine “You tried. That counts.”
Her hands were warm. Soft. Smaller than mine, but not fragile. Sana was never fragile. She only knew how to make people forget there was steel under the sweetness until it was already too late. I lowered her fingers toward the basin. The water moved around her hands first, then mine. Warm. Scented. Quiet.
I washed her skin clean, slowly, my thumb moving across each knuckle, between each finger, along the lines of her palm. At first, I did it like a task. Carefully. Too carefully.
Then I noticed.
I stopped. Sana watched me, patient in the way she only became when she already knew I was about to understand something. I let her hand rest in mine instead of treating it like something to finish. Her gaze softened. “There,” she said.
“What?”
“You stopped trying to complete me.”
My chest tightened “That sounds like something Mina would say.”
“Yes, but I am cuter.”
“Dangerously cuter.”
“Correct.”
I dried her hands with a warm towel, slower this time. Not because I was trying to pass an inspection. Because she was letting me hold them. That was different. When I finished, I started to set the towel aside. Sana took it from me. Then she reached for my hands. I froze. She smiled “My turn.”
“You don’t have to.”
“I know.”
Her tone made the words land harder. She guided my hands into the basin. The warm water closed around my fingers. For some reason, that felt worse than kissing. Not worse. More dangerous. Quieter.
Sana ran her thumbs over my palms, and I realized I had no idea what my hands looked like when they were not holding something useful. She studied them like they mattered.
Like she could read every hour of work from the little rough patches near my fingers. Like she knew exactly how many times these hands had carried bags, opened doors, held phones, arranged schedules, passed food, fixed problems, kept people from falling apart, and pretended none of that ever made them tired.
“Your hands are always doing something,” she said.
“That is usually how hands work.”
“No.”
Her thumb pressed into the center of my palm. Slow. Firm. Enough to make me stop joking “Yours work too much.”
I looked at her. Sana did not look playful now. The sparkle was still there, because Sana without sparkle would probably violate some law of the universe, but underneath it was something quieter. Careful. Chosen.
I knew Sana. I knew what privacy usually did to her. I knew what a locked door, warm water, robes, and the words no one will disturb us could become if she wanted them to.
A few months ago, she would have made me forget the spa had walls. Today, she kissed my palm. Softly. Once. Then she dried my hand like it was something precious. My throat went tight “Sana.” She looked up as I continued on, “You are being very gentle today.”
Her smile trembled at the edge. Not because it was weak. Because it was honest. “I know.”
“For me?”
She shook her head “No, for us.”
There were no clever answers available for that either. Sana found too many places where cleverness became useless. So I let her finish drying my hands. When she was done, she kissed my knuckles. “Two,” she said. I breathed out a laugh. “Self-correction again?”
“No.” Her smile returned, small and smug. “That one was because I wanted to.”
The massage was easier to survive after that. Mostly. The staff came back in and guided us to the beds. Sana took the one closest to the garden, naturally, because she liked windows and sunlight and being adored by every possible direction. I took the other.
For the first five minutes, I tried to relax. For the next five, I tried harder. Then the staff asked if the pressure was all right. My first instinct was to say whatever Sana wanted was fine. The words reached my throat. Stopped there. I closed my eyes “Medium is okay,” I said.
Sana, face turned toward me through the headrest, smiled. The staff adjusted. My body immediately betrayed me by enjoying it. Sana noticed. Of course she noticed. “You made a sound,” she whispered.
“I breathed.”
“You sounded surprised by your own spine.”
“I did not know it could do that.”
She giggled into the towel. That sound did more for me than the massage. The rest of the treatment blurred into warmth, pressure, the smell of oil, and Sana occasionally looking at me just to make sure I was still inside the room with her. Not physically. She trusted that.
Mentally, that was harder. Each time my brain drifted toward the others, toward breakfast, toward whether Ben had drowned or survived through negotiation, toward whether Jihyo had resumed command, I caught myself.
Then I came back. Sana saw every return. She rewarded some with smiles. Some with kisses after the staff left. One with her foot nudging mine under the towel like she was reminding me she was there without making it a lesson. By the time the massage ended, my shoulders felt loose enough to be suspicious.
The staff left tea and told us lunch would be ready whenever we wanted it. The door closed. Sana sat up first, robe slipping around her shoulders, hair slightly messy, cheeks warm from the treatment.
I looked at her and immediately forgot what I was supposed to do with my own body. Sana noticed that too. Her smile turned wicked for one second. One dangerous second. Then she leaned over and kissed my forehead.
Forehead. Not mouth. Not neck. Not somewhere calculated to make survival difficult. My forehead. I blinked. She looked proud of herself and faintly tortured “That was very responsible of you,” I said.
“I am capable of great restraint.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.” She stood and held out her hand. “Lunch.”
“You are changing the subject.”
“Yes.”
“For me?”
“For us,” she said again.
That was starting to become one of the most dangerous things she could say. Lunch waited in the garden. Private, because of course Sana had accepted that option before I could turn it into a meeting.
The garden sat behind the spa room, enclosed by high walls, palms, and flowering shrubs. There was a low table set under a white umbrella, cushions on the floor, and enough food for two people who were supposed to be relaxing and one of them was a man who had recently been placed under nutritional supervision by nine women.
Small side dishes arranged like someone had heard Momo’s voice in the wind and decided not to risk disappointing her. Sana sat beside me instead of across from me. Her shoulder touched mine, and her knee bumped mine under the table. I looked at the seating arrangement. Sana looked at me “Problem?”
“No.”
“You were going to sit across.”
“That is usually how tables work.”
“Not today.”
“Because today you are the only girlfriend?”
“Because today I am the princess-wife-girlfriend.”
“Right. Full title.”
“Use it respectfully.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Her eyes flicked to mine. I froze. The air shifted for Sana to notice, her smile sharpened for one heartbeat, and I remembered again that restraint did not mean absence. It meant choosing where to put the fire. Then she picked up chopsticks and placed fish on my plate “Eat.”
“That is Momo’s line.”
“Momo is food. I am romance.”
“You are feeding me.”
“Romantically.”
“That feels like a loophole.”
“It is a very cute loophole.”
I ate because arguing with Sana while she looked proud of herself felt illegal. She watched me take the first bite. Satisfied. Then I reached for the fruit plate. “Do you want—” I stopped mid-sentence.
Sana’s eyes lifted. I looked at the fruit. Then at her. Earlier, she had eaten the mango first from the plate Momo handed over. She had tried to look elegant about it and failed because Sana liked mango too honestly to make it graceful.
I picked up two pieces and placed them on her plate. No question. No explanation. Sana looked down. Then at me “You chose instead of asked.”
“I noticed.” Her smile softened so fast it almost hurt. “That is better.”
“It is?”
“Yes.”
She leaned over and kissed my cheek. Quick “Three.”
“I am losing track of the criteria.”
“There is no criteria.”
“That is not how systems work.”
“This is not a system.”
“You keep counting.”
“I like counting things I enjoy.”
That shut me up. Sana looked deeply pleased with herself and ate the mango. For a while, lunch became simple, not quiet— Sana was not built for full silence unless she was asleep or plotting. But simple.
She told me the tea tasted like flowers trying to be useful. I told her that sounded like something Dahyun would report. She said Dahyun would call it floral labor.
I said Mina would classify the tea as emotionally efficient, Sana said Tzuyu would ask if flowers consented to being steeped.
I laughed before I could stop myself. Sana froze. Not visibly to anyone else. But I felt it. Her shoulder against mine went still. Then she looked at me like she had just found something on the floor she wanted to keep.
“What?”
“You laughed.”
“I laugh.”
“You apologized for it less this time.”
I opened my mouth. Closed it. Because I had almost apologized. For laughing too loudly in a private garden with the person who had kidnapped me with fruit. Sana saw that too.
“No apology.” I sighed as I looked towards her with a soft smile. Her smile widened in response, “No apology.”
“You are going to count that too?”
“No.”
She leaned in and kissed the side of my head. Soft. Almost silly. “Four.”
“You just said no.”
“I changed my mind.”
“That is unfair.”
“I am the only girlfriend today, it is fair.” Apparently, that did explain everything.
After lunch, everything went according to what you would consider a normal spa day. Couples Massage, Sauna Room, a Couples Body Scrub, Side-by-Side Pedicures along with some Partner Facial Treatment. Practically anything that implied the word ‘couple’ or ‘partner’ I pointed at towards Sana and she nodded with glee that you would think she heard me announce I cured a deadly disease or ushered in world peace.
After we went through everything the spa had to offer, I thought we would go to the beach. That was a mistake. Sana stood, took my hand, and led me away from the spa garden through a side path that curved toward our villa. I looked at the path.
Then at her “Are we going back?”
“Yes.”
“To the room?”
“To change.”
I slowed. Sana looked back. Her smile appeared before the worry could fully form “Not like that.”
“I did not say anything.”
“You had the face.”
“What face?”
“The face that says you are calculating whether I am about to break my own rule.”
“You have a rule?”
Sana stopped walking and turned to face me properly. The sunlight moved over her hair. Her robe was tied neatly. Her hand stayed in mine.
“I have many urges,” she said. My soul left my body quietly “Sana.”
“I am being honest.”
“You are being dangerous.”
“Yes.” Her smile softened. “But today I am choosing the cute ones.”
“The cute urges?”
“Yes.”
“What are cute urges?”
She stepped closer. Kissed my nose. Then my cheek. Then my other cheek. Then smiled “Those urges.”
I looked at her. She looked back, proud and bright and still somehow holding herself in place with both hands. I understood, suddenly, that this was not easy for her.
Not because she was suffering. Because wanting me had always been one of Sana’s favorite ways of being honest. And today she had decided honesty could wear a different shape.
Kisses. Hand holding. Food. Warm water. Only looking at each other.
No rushing. No taking the better version of me and spending it all at once “You are really doing this for me.” Sana’s expression gentled. “For us,” she corrected. Then she tugged my hand “Now come on. I want swimwear.”
The villa was cool when we entered. Quiet. Too quiet for a room that usually collected abandoned towels, scattered chargers, and whichever member had decided our space was emotionally convenient that hour.
I felt that again. The privacy. The absence of being needed. Sana let go of my hand and went to her bag. I stood near the door for one second too long. Then I looked down at my own hand. No phone. No checking. No metaphorical clipboard.
I moved away from the door before she could say anything. Sana saw it in the mirror. Her smile appeared behind me “Good.”
“You saw that?”
“I see everything today.”
“That is terrifying.”
“That is romantic.”
“Both can be and are true.”
She laughed and disappeared into the bathroom to change. I changed on the other side of the room, quickly and with the strange awkwardness of someone realizing privacy did not automatically mean pressure.
When Sana came out, she had changed into a swimsuit with a loose cover-up over it, hair damp from rinsing off the spa oil, cheeks bright, eyes brighter.
I forgot how shirts worked. Unfortunately, I was already wearing mine. So I just stood there and processed. Sana tilted her head “John?”
“You look…” I stopped.
Usually, I would choose the safest compliment. Pretty. Beautiful. Lovely. All true, yet extremely insufficient.
Sana waited. I took a breath, “You look like someone designed summer and then decided it needed a warning label.”
Her lips parted. Then she smiled so wide I almost became religious “That was good.”
“I am learning.”
“You are.”
Her hair dripped onto her shoulder. I reached for a towel before thinking. Then stopped. Not because I should not. Because I knew why I was doing it. Not to manage. To touch, to care, to be close.
I picked up the towel and stepped behind her “Can I?” Sana looked at me in the mirror “Yes.”
One answer. Clear. I almost asked again when my hands reached her hair. Almost. Then I saw her watching me. Not testing but trusting.
I dried her hair gently. At first, too gently. Sana made a face “You are treating my hair like classified paperwork.”
“I am trying not to hurt you.”
“Good. But also dry it.”
I laughed and adjusted, moving the towel more firmly. Her shoulders lowered. She leaned back slightly. I noticed. This time, instead of asking if it was okay, I kept going.
Sana’s eyes met mine in the mirror “You did not ask twice.”
“You already answered.”
Her smile went soft “There.”
“What?”
“That is what I mean.”
I slowed. Her voice dropped quieter “You listened. Then you believed me, you didn’t double check.” The towel stilled in my hands. I looked at our reflection. Sana in front of me. Me behind her. Her hair in my hands. My face less careful than usual. Hers bright and gentle and hungry in a way that had nothing to do with taking.
I bent down and kissed the top of her head. Sana went still. Then her face softened. “That was mine,” I said. For once, Sana was the one who had no immediate answer. That felt like winning something very dangerous. Then she took the towel from me “My turn.”
“My hair is fine.”
“It is not.”
“That sounds rude.”
“You look like the spa rearranged your soul through your scalp.”
“That is specific.”
“It is because I am right.”
She made me sit on the edge of the bed while she stood between my knees and dried my hair. Badly. On purpose at first. Then better. Then worse again because she started laughing “Sana.”
“I am fixing it.”
“You are creating evidence.”
“You look cute.”
“I look attacked.”
“You look like mine.” Her hands slowed in my hair. So did my breathing. Her smile softened, but she did not apologize for the line. I was starting to understand that she should not have to.
After hair came sunscreen. That should not have felt like a milestone. It did. Sana held out the bottle and turned her back to me “Shoulders.”
I took the bottle “Can I?”
She looked over her shoulder “Yes.”
I poured sunscreen into my palm and rubbed it between my hands. When I touched her shoulders, she inhaled softly. Not dramatically. Not enough to make the room tilt. Just enough to remind both of us that softness was still touch.
I moved carefully over her shoulders, the back of her neck, down her arms. I almost asked if the pressure was okay. I stopped. Sana smiled without turning around, the smile she gave me was quieter than usual.
Proud “That is boyfriend behavior.”
I swallowed “I thought we were on wife.”
“We are on full package. Try to keep up.”
“Yes, princess-wife-girlfriend.”
She turned around so fast I almost dropped the bottle. Her eyes shone “Again.”
I stared. “You liked that?”
“Again.”
I should have made a joke. I did not. “My princess-wife-girlfriend.”
Sana closed her eyes. Only for a second. Like she was letting the title reach her properly. Then she took the sunscreen from me “Your turn.”
“I can—”
She lifted one finger. I stopped which gave her a very satisfied look, “Good.”
Sana put sunscreen on me with the seriousness of someone performing a sacred duty and the smile of someone absolutely aware that I was struggling. Her hands moved across my shoulders, my neck, my arms. Not teasing. Not really. She could have made it impossible. She knew exactly how. Instead, she kissed the place between my shoulder and neck after she finished. Soft. Warm. Almost unbearable.
“Five,” she whispered.
“That one had criteria?”
“Yes.”
“What was it?”
“I wanted to remind myself I am behaving.”
My heart did something deeply inconvenient “Sana.”
She looked at me “I know,” she said before I could finish.
“You do?”
“Yes.” Her fingers rested on my shoulder. “You know I want you.”
The room went very quiet. I nodded once “I know.”
“And you know I am not pretending I don’t.”
“Yes.”
Her smile turned gentle “Good. Then you also know I can want you and still choose this.”
I covered her hand with mine “I know.”
“Good.”
She brightened all at once, like the serious moment had completed its purpose and could now be safely turned into movement.
“Pool.”
“The beach?”
“No.” She grinned “Us first, they can wait.”
The private garden pool sat behind the villa, half hidden by palms and flowering vines. Smaller than the main pool. Quiet enough that the water sounded personal. Sana walked ahead of me, cover-up moving around her thighs, hair still damp, sunlight turning her into a problem I had promised not to solve the usual way.
She reached the edge of the water and looked back, clearly expecting to pull me in. I looked toward the path. Just once. Habit.
The resort was quiet from here, but somewhere beyond the palms everyone existed. Breakfast existed. Ben somehow still existed. Jihyo’s vacation leadership, Momo’s food oversight, Nayeon’s chaos, Jeongyeon’s practical cruelty, Mina’s silence, Dahyun’s reports, Chaeyoung’s art crimes, Tzuyu’s calm violence.
All of it reached for me.
Then Sana’s voice from earlier moved through my head. Better John starts trying to give himself away again. I turned back before she could say anything “No.”
Sana blinked “No?”
“No looking back.”
Her smile bloomed. Slow. Beautiful. Devastating “I was going to say that.”
“I know.” I stepped into the water first. It was cool around my ankles. Then my knees. Then my waist. Sana watched from the edge, eyes bright. I held out my hand “You wanted me with you.”
“I did.”
“Then come here.”
For a second, she only stared. Not because she was shocked. Because she was pleased in a way that needed room. Then she stepped into the pool and took my hand.
The water moved around us. Sana came close immediately. Of course she did. Her hands found my shoulders. Mine found her waist. “There he is,” she whispered.
“I thought I was here.”
“You were arriving.”
“That sounded like Mina again.”
“It sounds like Sana, like me.”
“Even more dangerous.”
“Correct.”
She kissed my nose. I laughed. She smiled like the laugh belonged to her. Then she splashed me. Directly. No warning. Water hit my chest and face. I stared at her.
Sana widened her eyes “What?”
“You splashed me.”
“Yes.”
I raised one hand. She gasped, “Oppa.”
I splashed her back. Not hard. Enough. She shrieked. Then froze, waiting. Because normally I would apologize.
For playing too much. For surprising her. For making water go where water was allowed to go in a pool. I felt the apology rise. I caught it.
Sana’s eyes sharpened with delight. “No apology?” she asked. “You started it.” Her face changed like I had handed her something expensive “That’s more like it.”
Then she attacked. Water went everywhere. I lost. Technically. Emotionally, I survived. At some point, she slipped, laughed, and caught my arm. I steadied her without thinking, and instead of turning it into concern, I pulled her closer.
She looked up.
I did not ask if that was okay. She was already holding on. So I believed her. The pool went quiet after that. Not because we stopped wanting. Because the wanting had found a softer place to sit. Sana floated with her arms looped around my neck, my hands under her back, the water carrying most of her weight.
She looked up at the sky. I looked at her. For once, I did not check the path. She noticed anyway. “Only me?” she asked. Not teasing. Not entirely. I held her a little closer “Only you.”
Her smile softened “You did not look away when you said it.”
“I did not want to.”
Sana’s fingers brushed the back of my neck. For one second, the old danger flickered. The Sana I knew. The Sana who could turn a quiet pool into a bad decision with one shift of her hips and one sweet smile. She looked at my mouth. Then at my eyes. Then kissed my cheek instead. I closed my eyes “That is worse.” She laughed softly. “A cheek kiss is worse?”
I looked at her. She smiled “It makes you notice.” That was unfair. Accurate. Cruel. Romantic. All of it.
We stayed in the water until the sun shifted enough that the private garden no longer felt like morning pretending to last forever. By then my skin smelled like sunscreen and flowers, my hair was a disaster, and Sana looked happier than anyone had a right to look after doing almost nothing louder than kiss me and weaponize emotional patience.
Eventually, she stepped out first. I followed. She wrapped a towel around my shoulders before I could reach for one. Then she gave me the fruit plate from earlier. I looked at it “You brought this?”
“Provisions.”
“This fruit has survived a kidnapping, a spa, lunch, and a pool.”
“Strong fruit.”
“Momo would be proud.”
“Momo would tell you to eat.”
I ate a piece. Sana smiled. Then she took my hand and led me toward the main path. I thought we were going back to the villa. Technically, we did. Long enough to change properly, fix hair badly, collect sandals, and discover that my shirt had somehow become wrinkled in a way that made Sana laugh for thirty seconds.
Then we heard noise from the beach. Not normal beach noise. Our beach noise. The kind that involved thirteen women, probable legal consequences, and someone screaming in a way that was either joy or imminent crisis. Sana’s eyes lit up.
She turned to me. I pointed toward the villa “We can stay here.”
“No.”
“We are safe here.”
“We are too safe here.”
“That is not a problem.”
“It is if I want to show remnants.”
I stared at her “Remnants?”
Sana smiled like she had learned the word from Mina and planned to use it irresponsibly “They do not get the whole day. But they can see what I did to you.”
“You did not do anything to me.” She looked at my hair. Then my face. Then the fruit plate. Then my hand still holding hers “Oppa.”
“Fine.”
She squeezed my hand “Come on.”
We reached the beach in the middle of a scene that had clearly started without us and had no intention of becoming understandable now. Everyone was there.
TWICE. ITZY. Ben and Yeji looked guilty in a way I did not want to investigate.
Lia had a bottle in her hand that was definitely not tea.
Ryujin looked offended by reality.
Yuna looked like she had missed important lore and planned to sue someone for access.
Chaeryeong was near Momo with mango, looking more integrated into the chaos than she probably realized.
Nayeon was being physically restrained by Jeongyeon.
Dahyun looked like she had been denied broadcast rights.
Chaeyoung had a pen— that was never good.
Tzuyu was eating fruit with the calm of someone who had caused something and felt no guilt.
Everyone turned when Sana and I appeared. For one clean second, the beach quieted. Then Nayeon said, “Oh.” Jeongyeon looked us over “You changed.”
I looked down at myself “Yes.”
“You came back in swimwear.”
Dahyun lifted one finger “That is evidence.”
“It is clothing.”
Nayeon pointed at me “Evidence clothing.”
Sana smiled brightly “We came back to the villa, saw everyone still at the beach, and decided to join.”
I nodded “Decided.”
Sana looked at me “I decided.”
“More accurate.”
Momo’s eyes narrowed at me “Did you eat?” I sighed. “Yes.” Sana nodded proudly. “Properly.” Momo relaxed after hearing that “Good.”
I looked at Ben “I am surrounded by nutritional oversight.”
Ben, looking like a man who had survived three separate hearings and lost all of them, said, “You look alive.”
“I was taken hostage by joy.”
Sana beamed “You liked it.”
“I did not say I disliked it.”
“That means yes.”
Mina murmured, “Progress.”
Sana looked around at the group “What did we miss?”
Everyone answered at once.
“Nothing,” Yeji said quickly.
“Conception unconfirmed,” Ryujin said.
“Daughter eyes,” Yuna added.
“Beach alibi,” Lia said.
“Family logistics,” Chaeyoung said.
“Fruit,” Chaeryeong said.
“Logistically unresolved,” Mina concluded.
I stared. Then looked at Sana “I think we should go back.” Sana smiled “No.”
Nayeon finally escaped half a step from Jeongyeon’s grip “You missed Ben and Yeji trying to start a dynasty.” I turned to Ben “A what?”
“Partial exaggeration,” he said. Ryujin pointed at him “He carried her off again.” I stared “Again?”
Sana looked at Yeji “He carried you again?”
Yeji’s blush returned instantly “Yes.”
Sana looked at me. I held up one hand “No.”
“You have arms.”
“I also have a survival instinct.”
Nayeon pointed at me “Standards.”
“You all ruin everything.”
Mina smiled “Romantic labor.”
Sana turned to Yeji “Was it romantic?” Yeji looked down. Then at Ben. Then, softly, “Yes.” That shut everyone up for one clean second. Only one. I looked at Ben “You are ruining my day from a distance.”
“I am inspiring growth.”
“You are creating labor.”
Sana took my hand before I could continue “Swim with me.” I looked at the water. Then at everyone “With everyone?”
Sana smiled “With me.”
Something in my chest settled. She stepped closer “Only me, remember?”
“Only you.” I told her as she took my hand while pulling me toward the water before I could recover.
Behind us, Lia lifted her bottle “To survival.”
Ryujin lifted hers “To remaining portions.”
“No,” Lia said immediately.
Yuna raised her juice “To fun aunt training.”
Jeongyeon said, “No.”
Chaeyoung lifted her pen “To evidence.”
I called back from the shoreline, “No.”
Tzuyu raised her glass “To sequencing.”
Momo lifted a mango “To food.”
The beach laughed behind us. Sana did not look back. So I did not either. The ocean was warmer than the pool. Louder too. Less private. But Sana made it small anyway. She did that by standing in front of me with both hands on my wrists, smiling like she had personally negotiated with the tide and won.
The others were behind us. Laughter. Arguments. Ben probably being prosecuted for something. Yeji probably trying not to smile while failing. Nayeon probably collecting ammunition.
All of it existed.
But Sana tugged my hands around her waist and leaned back against me, feet shifting with the water. “With me,” she said again.
“I am.”
“You are thinking about them.”
“I was.”
“Was?”
I rested my chin lightly near her temple, “Was.” Her hands covered mine. We stayed like that until the sun lowered, until the group noise became background, until the water moved around us enough times that I stopped calculating where everyone was and started noticing how Sana’s fingers tapped against mine whenever a wave hit.
At some point, she turned in my arms and kissed my cheek again, I looked at her. She smiled “Still behaving?”
“Yes.”
“Do you hate it?”
“No.”
“Good.” Then, after a pause, I said, “Thank you.”
Her smile softened “For behaving?”
“For choosing this.”
The ocean moved between us. Sana’s eyes warmed “You noticed.”
“I notice you.” She looked away first. Which meant I won. Briefly. Then she splashed me again and reclaimed victory.
By dinner, the resort had the dangerous calm of a day pretending it had run out of chaos. It had not. It was only chewing.
The meal had been moved to the long outdoor table near the beach pavilion, far enough from the water that nobody could legally call it a drowning hazard, close enough that the ocean still sounded like it was eavesdropping.
Everyone looked sun-warmed. Tired. Fed. Too comfortable. That was usually when the worst things happened.
Sana and I returned from the water before sunset, damp-haired and smiling in completely different ways. Sana looked bright. I felt like someone had forced me to relax at emotional knifepoint and I had discovered, against my will, that it worked.
Momo noticed first “You look better,” she said, pointing her chopsticks at me. I looked down at myself “I changed clothes.”
“No. Better.”
Sana beamed “He was happy.”
I looked at her. Then at the table. Then back at her “I was present.” Sana’s smile widened “Happy.” I sighed. “Fine. Happy.”
Nayeon slapped the table once “Progress.”
Jihyo lifted her drink “Vacation progress.”
Jeongyeon looked at her “You are really not stopping anything today?”
Jihyo took a sip “No.”
“That is concerning.”
“That is restful.”
Mina said, “It is an efficient reallocation of effort.”
Jihyo pointed at her “See?”
Dahyun leaned forward “So leadership has been temporarily suspended?”
“No,” Jihyo said.
Dahyun lowered an imaginary microphone “Leadership emotionally unavailable but physically present.”
Dinner began— or tried to, at least. With this group, dinner was less an event and more a battlefield with side dishes. Ben sat beside Yeji. That was normal.
The way everyone kept looking at them was apparently also normal now.
Yeji reached for the water pitcher at the exact same time Ben reached for her glass. Their hands crossed. Yeji took the pitcher. Ben moved the glass closer. She filled it without looking.
Then Ben shifted the vegetables toward her before she noticed she had not taken any. Yeji took one piece, placed two on his plate, and said without looking at him, “No skipping vegetables, Benjie.”
“I was not skipping.”
“You were prioritizing.”
“That sounds better.”
“Eat.”
“Yes, love.”
The table went quiet. Too quiet. Ben looked up. Everyone was staring. Yeji froze with chopsticks in hand “What?”
Nayeon leaned forward “You two are worse after the cabana.”
Yeji went red immediately “We are eating dinner.”
Mina nodded “That does not disprove anything.”
Chaeyoung pointed between them with her chopsticks “That.”
Yeji looked at her “That what?”
“That is table behavior for married couples.”
The silence changed. Not shocked silence. Worse. Recognition silence. Mina looked at their plates. Then at the water glass. Then at Yeji’s hand still hovering near Ben’s vegetables like she was prepared to enforce nutrition through intimacy.
“She is correct.” Jihyo leaned back, delighted. “Very correct, actually”
Yeji turned toward her “You are supposed to be responsible.”
“I retired this afternoon.”
“You cannot retire from responsibility.”
“I am not retiring. I am taking vacation leave.”
Jeongyeon nodded “Approved.”
Yeji turned toward her “You too?”
Jeongyeon took a sip of water “I have eyes.”
Yuna gasped “Wait. Is this what married people do? Plate management?”
Momo nodded “Yes.” Everyone turned to her. I stared at her, “You have data?” Momo pointed at my bowl “You need more rice.”
I looked down. There was more rice in my bowl than I remembered placing there. I looked at Sana. Sana smiled “I helped.”
I closed my eyes “I am surrounded by married table behavior.” Sana’s smile brightened “I wanted the full package.”
That was when the entire conversation turned. Not sharply. Not loudly. But with the terrible elegance of a train finding a downhill track. Sana looked from me to Ben. Then from Ben to Yeji. Her gaze lingered on their hands. Then on Yeji’s plate. Then on the glass Ben had moved for her. Then on the way Yeji took one piece of meat, placed it on Ben’s plate, and whispered without looking at him, “Eat that before it gets cold.”
Ben obeyed immediately. Sana’s eyes widened. Not with surprise. With want.
Oh no.
I knew that expression now. So did Ben, apparently, because his eyes shifted to me with the sympathy of a man watching another man become a case study. My shoulders tensed before Sana even spoke “Sana.”
She pointed at Ben and Yeji “I want that.”
The table stopped. I looked at them. Then at Sana. Then at them again “Please define that.” Sana smiled. Sweet. Bright. Absolutely useless. “That.”
“That is not a definition.”
“It is if you understand.”
“I very much do not want to understand incorrectly.”
“That is why you think too much.”
Nayeon leaned forward “Oh, this is golden.”
Jihyo sipped her drink “And I am not stopping it.”
Yeji whispered, “Cowardly leadership.”
Jihyo smiled “Vacation cowardly leader.”
I looked at Ben like he had personally created a labor dispute in my relationship. Ben lifted both hands “Excuse me, I am eating the dinner my beloved girlfriend picked out for me.” Yeji blushed hearing that.
I pointed at him “You are setting standards.”
“I am demonstrating affection.”
“You are creating a benchmark.”
Mina nodded “Benchmark is accurate.”
I turned toward her “Mina.”
“What? His behavior is being used for comparison.”
Sana nodded quickly “Yes.”
I rubbed my forehead “I hate this.”
“You do not hate it,” Sana said.
“I hate that I understand it.”
“That is closer.”
Sana leaned toward me, both hands around my arm now. Not pulling. Not yet. Just anchoring herself “I want you to stop asking me what I want every five minutes.”
I blinked. The table quieted a little. Sana’s smile stayed, but the center of it softened “I told you already. Only me today.”
“I know.”
“But you keep checking like you are still waiting for permission to want it too.”
That landed. Across the table, Nayeon’s expression softened. Mina looked down into her glass. Jihyo did not joke. I went still. Sana kept holding my arm “I want that,” she said again, and this time she did not point at the plates or the hands or the water glass.
She pointed at the ease. The claim. The way Yeji and Ben had stopped asking permission to belong beside each other for every little thing. I understood that time. I wished I did not. Understanding was inconvenient because it removed every excuse I had left.
I had tried today. I had. I had asked for privacy. I had stopped checking the door. I had washed her hands and let her wash mine. I had chosen fruit instead of asking. I had dried her hair. I had believed her yes. I had stepped into the pool first. I had said only you without looking away. But that had been private.
Easy was not the right word. Private was safer. Now there was a table. There were witnesses. There were expectations, histories, rotations, jokes, reactions, fairness, noise.
The whole living world of us.
And somewhere between the rice, the water glass, and Sana’s fingers on my arm, I realized I had started asking again without words. Is this okay? Is this too much? Will anyone mind? Should I wait? Should I make it subtle? Should I make it fair?
Sana’s thumb moved against my arm. Gentle and patient, not correcting me. Waiting to see if I would correct myself.
Then Tzuyu, with the calm of a person gently placing a bomb on the dinner table said, “She might be asking you to put a baby in her too.” Because apparently the mood had gotten too quiet, and Tzuyu took personal offense to that.
The table died. Chopsticks stopped midair. Drinks froze halfway to mouths. The ocean reconsidered if the sound it made was showing involvement.
I choked on absolutely nothing. Sana turned scarlet. Yeji made a sound that was half sympathy, half betrayal. Ben slowly turned toward Tzuyu “Why would you say that?”
Tzuyu looked at him “What? That was also part of your ‘that’ as well.”
Nayeon screamed. Dahyun’s hand shot up “Clarification saves lives.”
Jihyo covered her face with both hands, shoulders shaking. Vacation mode had fully consumed her. Mina blinked slowly “The wording was imprecise but possible.”
Chaeyoung nodded, eyes shining “That is the danger of symbolic requests.”
Jeongyeon looked at Sana “You should define that.”
Sana had both hands over her face now “I did not say that.”
Tzuyu tilted her head “You did not say no.”
Sana peeked through her fingers “I said I want that.”
I pointed weakly at her “That has become a dangerous word.”
Ben nodded “Welcome to the problem.”
Ryujin lifted her drink “Conception dinner.”
Lia turned toward her immediately “No. We are not naming meals by conception status.”
Yuna gasped “Wait, does dinner get a theme?”
“No,” Jeongyeon said.
“But if lunch was family planning—”
“No.”
“Then dinner is—”
“No.”
Jihyo laughed harder. Momo looked at Sana with practical concern “Eat first.” Jeongyeon pointed at Momo “That is becoming a family motto.”
Momo nodded “It’s a good motto.”
Sana lowered her hands just enough to look at me “I am not asking for a baby.” I exhaled in relief. Sana’s eyes shifted away “…Right now.”
The table exploded. My entire body shut down. Nayeon nearly fell out of her chair. Yuna screamed into Lia’s shoulder. Lia looked like she regretted having shoulders. Ryujin stood halfway up “Mad respect.”
Yeji grabbed Ben’s wrist under the table like she was preventing him from joining the wrong side of history. Ben squeezed her hand back “I said nothing.”
Sana looked at me again, still pink, still smiling, still somehow braver than all of us “I meant I want you to stop managing the moment before you feel it.”
That quieted things again. This table had become terrible at staying in one emotion. Comedy. Softness. Violence. Tenderness. Back to comedy. No turn signals or windup at all.
I stared at Sana for a long moment. Then I looked at the table. At Momo watching me with calm approval. At Nayeon vibrating with excitement. At Jihyo laughing into her drink because she had fully abdicated from sanity. At Mina observing like she was filing emotional evidence. At Jeongyeon waiting with the patience of someone who knew exactly how long men could delay obvious choices. At Yeji and Ben.
Unfortunately because Ben’s eyes met mine for half a second, and he did not look smug. He looked like he understood. That made it worse. Then I looked back at Sana. Her hands were still around my arm. Her face was pink. Her eyes were bright. Waiting. Not pushing. Not asking me to become someone else. Just waiting to see if I remembered what I had been practicing all day.
I have made up my mind. It wasn’t a sudden surge of devotion or want or a sense of duty— it was merely me understanding I was allowed to want too. If anything, the right words that ran through my mind were:
‘Fuck it, we ball.’
Though I would never say that out loud— Ben would never let me live it down.
The table went quiet. Sana blinked “Oppa?” This time there was no looking back. Not me asking twice. Me believing in the answer. Choosing. I set my chopsticks down. “Okay,” I said.
She blinked again “Okay?”
“Yes.”
“To what?”
I stood. The table went quieter. Sana looked up at me. I did not explain. I did not ask if she wanted to leave. I did not check with Jihyo. I did not glance at Momo. I did not look at Ben for backup. I stepped around the chair, bent down, and swept Sana into my arms.
Sana gasped, both arms flying around my neck.
The table detonated. Nayeon screamed like she had been personally rewarded. Yuna shot to her feet. Ryujin slapped the table “Finally.”
Lia stared into her drink “Lift-based emotional economy has spread.”
Dahyun whispered, “Manager role abandoned at dinner.”
Jihyo, laughing openly now, lifted her glass “I am off duty.” before anyone could look at her and ask for her sanity to return.
Mina smiled “Delayed but effective.”
Chaeyoung had already started sketching. Jeongyeon looked at me with approval “There it finally is.”
Momo watched Sana in my arms. Her smile was small. Satisfied. A little fond, maybe a little possessive of her own memory. I did not have enough room in my head to process that right now.
Sana stared at me. Her face was pink. Her eyes were bright “You are carrying me.”
“Yes.”
“In front of everyone.”
“Yes.”
“You did not ask.”
“Didn’t think I needed to.”
Her smile changed. Soft. Wondering. Dangerous. “Oppa.” I adjusted her carefully in my arms “Since Jihyo has clocked out, I am off duty too.”
The sentence landed harder than I expected. Even I felt it. For once, I did not feel like I was managing the room. I felt like I had left the room behind.
Sana touched my face “Really?”
“Really.”
Nayeon made a wounded sound “That was so good.”
Dahyun nodded solemnly “Confirmed cinematic boyfriend moment.”
I pointed at her without looking away from Sana “No reports.”
Dahyun lowered the imaginary microphone “Suppressed for romance.”
Tzuyu looked at Momo “Dinner first failed.” Momo nodded, “Sometimes it happens. If it is for a good cause, I will allow it.”
I started toward the path. Sana did not wave. She was too busy looking at me like I had finally understood the exact part of the day she had been asking for since breakfast.
The rest of them kept talking. Of course they did. Nayeon was probably threatening to sue for emotional damages. Dahyun was probably drafting headlines in her soul. Chaeyoung’s pen was probably moving faster. Tzuyu was probably thinking something that would become dangerous tomorrow. Jihyo was probably pretending this was not leadership. Momo was probably making sure I had eaten enough to survive my own romantic choices.
Ben was probably proud. Yeji was probably embarrassed for him. Ryujin was probably making it worse. Yuna was probably asking if carrying had categories. Lia was probably saying no. Mina was probably answering anyway.
I heard all of it. I knew all of it. But I did not look back. Sana’s arms tightened around my neck when she realized “You are not checking.”
“No.”
“Everyone is behind us.”
“I know.”
“And?”
I looked down at her. At the woman who had spent the whole day wanting me loudly and touching me gently. At the woman who had kissed instead of taken, waited instead of pushed, and trusted me to learn before she corrected me. At the woman who asked to be the only girlfriend and somehow made it feel less like exclusion and more like rescue.
“And today,” I said, “I wasn’t being shared, I definitely wasn’t planning on being shared tonight.”
Sana went very still. Then her smile came back. Not bright this time. Not sparkling. Something deeper. Something almost quiet. “Good,” she whispered. I carried her down the path toward my room. This time, the world stayed behind us. And I let it.
The room door closed behind us. That was when the noise finally stopped belonging to me.
The table was still laughing somewhere behind us. Nayeon was probably suing for emotional damages. Dahyun was probably suppressing a report badly. Jihyo was probably pretending this did not count as leadership failure. Momo was probably deciding whether I had eaten enough to survive my own romantic choices.
But all of that stayed outside. Sana was in front of me now. Only Sana.
Her arms were still around my neck even though her feet had touched the floor. She looked up at me, face pink, eyes bright, smile too soft to be harmless.
“You carried me all the way.”
“Yes.”
“You did not look back.”
“No reason to.”
Her fingers moved slowly at the back of my neck “Why?”
The careful answer came first. Because it was her day. Because she wanted it. Because I was trying to do this properly.
I let all of those pass. Then I gave her the one that mattered “Because I wanted to.”
Sana went still. Then her smile changed, it had gotten deeper “That is my favorite answer today.”
My chest tightened “You had a lot of answers today.”
“I had proof.”
She stepped closer “You gave me privacy.”
“Yes.”
“You stayed with me.”
“Yes.”
“You let me take care of you.”
I swallowed “Yes.”
“You chose me before I had to ask again.”
That one landed harder. Because it was true.
Because she had spent the whole day holding back in ways I knew were not easy for her. Sana wanted loudly. Sana loved with her whole body. Sana knew how to turn one look into a disaster and one kiss into a closed door.
But today, she had chosen gentleness first. Kisses instead of taking. Hands instead of hunger. Warm water, fruit, sunscreen, laughter, and patience.
I reached up and touched her cheek “You were gentle today.”
“I know.”
“For me?”
She shook her head “For us.”
The same answer as before. Still unfair. Still perfect. Sana looked at my mouth. Then back at my eyes “I want to kiss you now.”
My breath caught. She smiled “I am telling you.”
“Because you do not want me to guess.”
“Yes.”
I nodded “Okay.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, playful and serious at once “Are you going to ask if I am sure?”
The habit rose. One last check. One last layer of carefulness. Then I remembered the pool. No looking back. I remembered the sunscreen. I remembered dinner. Stop managing the moment before I felt it.
So I shook my head “No.” Sana’s eyes softened “I believe you,” I said.
That was enough.
She kissed me. Soft at first. Then not. Not rushed. Not careless. Not because the day had run out of restraint, but because the restraint had done its job. It had brought us here without making either of us feel used by the wanting.
Her hands tightened in my shirt. Mine found her waist. Sana smiled against my mouth “There he is.”
I laughed once, breathless. Then stopped laughing when she pulled me closer.
The door had clicked shut, and with that single sound, the rest of the world ceased to exist. The laughter of the girls, the chaos of Ben and Yeji, the weight of the rotation, the invisible clipboard I always carried in my mind—it all evaporated. There was only the scent of lemongrass and sunscreen clinging to our skin and the sudden, heavy silence of the room.
Sana didn't let go. She kept her arms looped around my neck, her body pressed flush against mine. I could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of our clothes, a simmering energy that had been building since that first breakfast ceremony. "Six," she whispered against my lips.
I blinked, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Six what?" Sana grinned close to my face, her breath warm and smelling of the fruit we’d shared. "I’m still counting."
"You're still counting things you enjoy?"
"I like collecting proof," she said, her voice dropping an octave, becoming a low, honeyed vibration "Proof that today was real. Proof that you were actually here with me."
I looked at her—really looked at her. The sparkle was there, but it was different now. It wasn't the performance of the "bubbly Sana" the world knew. It was something raw, something relieved. She looked like a woman who had spent ten hours holding her breath and had finally been allowed to exhale.
"You behaved more than I thought," I said softly, my hands sliding down to grip her waist.
Sana let out a small, shaky laugh, her eyes fluttering shut. "I did. I was so good, wasn't I? I wanted to eat you alive at the spa. I wanted to pull you into the pool and never let you up for air. I wanted to scream at everyone at dinner just so they’d know you were mine for the day."
"I noticed," I whispered.
She opened her eyes, searching mine. "You did?"
"I did. I saw you holding back. I saw the way you looked at me when you thought I wasn't paying attention. I saw the effort you put into being gentle. Into doing it 'for us.'"
Sana’s expression shifted. The playfulness didn't vanish, but it was joined by a profound sincerity. She leaned her forehead against mine, her voice barely a breath. "I loved you carefully first, John. I wanted you to feel it. I wanted you to know that I can want you without consuming you."
The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. The "Princess-Wife-Girlfriend" treatment hadn't just been about her being spoiled; it had been a gift to me. She had created a space where I didn't have to manage her, where I didn't have to worry about the fallout of her impulses. She had given me the safety to actually want her back at my own pace.
"You don't have to be careful anymore," I said. Sana’s breath hitched. A small, smile touched her lips as she purred "Is that a command, Manager-nim?"
"It's a request," I replied, my voice thickening "From your boyfriend."
Sana didn't answer with words. She surged forward, her mouth crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted of hunger and delayed gratification. This wasn't the soft, counting kiss from earlier. This was a claim. Her tongue pushed past my lips, searching, demanding, swirling against mine with an urgency that made my head spin. She groaned into my mouth, a sound of pure, unadulterated relief, and I felt her nails dig into the skin of my shoulders.
I broke the kiss just long enough to change the way I held her, Sana’s legs instantly locked around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. I carried her the few steps to the bed, the mattress dipping under our combined weight. We didn't bother with a slow undressing. Clothes were obstacles, inconveniences that needed to be removed with frantic efficiency.
Sana’s dress was gone in a heartbeat, and as I pulled her bra away, her breasts spilled out, pale and perfect, the nipples already hard and peaking in the cool air of the room. I buried my face in the valley of her chest, inhaling the scent of her skin.
"Seven," she gasped, her voice trembling as I licked a path from her collarbone to her breast. "This... this one is my favorite so far."
"Stop counting," I muttered, my teeth grazing her nipple. "No," she whimpered, arching her back, her breasts bouncing against my face. "I want you to know exactly how much I'm enjoying this."
I shifted, my hands sliding down to the waistband of my own clothes, kicking them away. When I pressed back against her, Sana let out a sharp, jagged breath. She felt the length of me, hard and pulsing, pressing against her thigh. She reached down, her small hand wrapping around my cock, her grip firm and warm.
"Oh, John," she breathed, her eyes wide and dark with desire. "You're already this hard."
"I've been hard for you since the moment you told me I was yours today," I admitted, my voice raw.
Sana guided me toward her, her legs spreading wide, revealing the glistening, pink folds of her pussy. She was already soaking, a thick trail of pre-cum wetting the sheets beneath her. I stared at her—at the way her thighs trembled, at the way her clit peaked, pulsing with every heartbeat. "Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I don't want to be a princess right now. I just want you inside me."
I didn't make her wait. I positioned myself at her entrance, the tip of my cock brushing against her wetness. I pushed in slowly, savoring the way her walls clung to me, the tight, hot pressure wrapping around my shaft like a glove. Sana let out a loud, guttural moan, her head tossing back against the pillows, her fingers clutching the sheets "Yes! Right there... oh god, yes!"
I began to move, long, slow thrusts that drove deep into her, hitting her cervix with a blunt force that made her gasp. The sound of our bodies interacting filled the quiet room—the wet, rhythmic sound of my cock sliding in and out of her drenched heat, the squelching of her juices being pushed around by every stroke. "John... John, please... faster," she pleaded, her hips beginning to buck upward, meeting my thrusts with a desperate hunger.
I obeyed, increasing the pace, my breath coming in harsh rags. I watched her—the way her breasts jiggled with every impact, the way her face was twisted in a mask of pure pleasure. I felt the friction building, the heat intensifying until it felt like we were fusing together.
Sana’s breath became a series of short, sharp hitches. "I'm... I'm close... oh god, I'm—!" She stiffened, her internal muscles clamping down on me in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses. Her first orgasm ripped through her, a loud, shaking cry escaping her lips as her pussy squeezed me tight, milking me. The sensation was too much. I moaned back her name “Sana”, my back arching as I drove myself into her one last time, my cum erupting inside her in hot, thick bursts.
We collapsed against each other, chests heaving, the only sound the frantic beating of our hearts. Sana leaned up, her eyes hazy and blissful. She pressed a wet kiss to my jaw. "I'm so happy," she whispered, her voice airy. "That was... perfect."
I stayed there for a moment, listening to the silence, feeling the lingering tremors in her body. But as the haze cleared, the hunger didn't leave. If anything, it had only been awakened. I looked at her—her flushed skin, her messy hair, the way she looked so completely undone—and I realized that one time wasn't nearly enough to make up for today, it was far from enough.
I shifted, lifting myself up on my elbows, looking down at her. "I'm not done," I said, my voice low and decisive.
Sana blinked, a small, surprised smile playing on her lips. "You... you want more?"
"I want all of you," I replied. "I want to spend the rest of the night finding every single way to make you scream my name."
Sana’s eyes ignited. The surprise vanished, replaced by a fierce, needy longing. "Then take it," she challenged, her legs wrapping around my waist again, pulling me back down. "Take everything, John."
I flipped her over, pulling her onto her hands and knees. From this angle, I could see the curve of her ass, the way her skin glowed in the dim light. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in small, fast circles while I pressed my cock against her entrance "Do you like this, Princess?" I whispered in her ear, my breath hot.
"I love it," she moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow. "God, I love it when you're like this. "
I slid back inside her, the angle different, driving deeper into her. I could feel the wetness of my previous release mixing with her own, creating a slick, noisy friction. I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began to hammer into her.
The pace was more aggressive now, the sound of my balls slapping against her skin echoing in the room. Sana’s moans were drowning pleasure, her voice a constant stream of "Yes," "More," and "Please, John."
I reached around, my hand finding her breast, squeezing the soft mound as I drove into her. I felt her building again, the tension in her lower back tightening. She let out a long, high-pitched wail as her second orgasm hit, her pussy clamping down on me with a desperate, gripping force. I followed her shortly after, another intense release flooding her, my body shaking with the effort of the climax.
I fell onto her back, our skin sticking together with sweat and fluids. "I'm... I'm so full of you," Sana whispered, her voice sounding exhausted but utterly satisfied. "I'm so happy, John. Truly."
I kissed her temple, but my mind was already racing. I felt a strange, protective surge of desire. Usually, after that the "manager" in me would start thinking about her energy levels, about whether she needed water, about the time. But that man was gone. In his place was a man who realized that the more he took, the more Sana seemed to bloom. "I still want you," I murmured against her skin.
Sana shifted beneath me, her eyes searching mine. "You really do?"
"I do. I can't stop thinking about how much you held back for me today. It makes me want to make up for every single second of it."
Sana’s expression changed. It wasn't just desire anymore. It was a look of profound realization. She reached up, her hand cupping my cheek, her thumb brushing over my lip.
"You're not thinking about the others."
"Not for a second."
"You just... you just want me."
"Only you," I confirmed.
Sana let out a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh. She pulled me down for a kiss that felt different—heavier, more anchored. The playfulness was still there, but it was anchored by a deep, emotional current. "I don't need to count anymore," she whispered against my lips.
"You stopped counting?"
"I don't need the proof," she said, her voice trembling. "I can feel it. I can feel that you're actually here."
The emotional shift triggered something in me, a need for a connection that went beyond the physical. I moved her back onto her back, but this time, I didn't rush. I spent time kissing her—every inch of her. I kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, the hollow of her throat, the sensitive skin behind her ears. I tasted the salt of her sweat and the sweetness of her skin.
I moved down, my tongue finding her clit again, tasting her juices, swirling around the peak of her pleasure until she was arching off the bed, her hands clutching my hair.
"John! Oh god, John, please! I can't... I can't take any more of that!" I looked up at her, her face flushed, her eyes rolled back in her head. I slid back inside her, but this time, I moved with a slow, agonizing deliberation. I wanted her to feel every ridge of my cock, every pulse of my heart. I watched her face, seeing the way she clung to me, not as a princess being spoiled, but as a woman being seen.
"For us," I whispered, echoing her words from the spa.
"For us," she whimpered, her legs locking around my waist, pulling me as deep as I could possibly go.
The friction became a roar in my ears. I could feel the pressure building, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to drown us both. I began to thrust again, the pace increasing, the sounds of our union becoming a frantic, wet symphony.
"I'm coming!" Sana screamed, her voice raw "John! I'm cumming again!"
As she peaked, I felt my own climax trigger. It wasn't like the others. This was a total systemic failure. I drove myself into her with everything I had, my body locking up as I erupted inside her. The sheer intensity of the orgasm—the feeling of my cum pulsing deep against her cervix—triggered a simultaneous reaction in her.
Sana’s eyes flew open, her entire body convulsing in a violent, echoing orgasm. She screamed my name, her internal walls squeezing me with an almost painful intensity, the two of us crashing together in a blinding white light of mutual release.
We stayed locked together for a long time, neither of us moving, the only sound the ragged, synchronized gasps of our breathing. I felt her heart beating against my chest, a fast, frantic rhythm that slowly began to settle. I felt the wetness of our shared release leaking out of her, a warm, sticky reminder of what we had just done.
I started to pull away, but Sana’s arms tightened around me "Don't," she whispered. "Don't go yet." I smiled, kissing her forehead. "I'm not going anywhere."
As I lay there, I realized the shift in her. Earlier, she had been happy because she was receiving pleasure. Now, as she looked at me, there was a different kind of glow in her eyes. She wasn't just satisfied; she felt fulfilled. She saw that I didn't just want the act; I wanted her. I wanted more of her, not because of a biological drive, but because the connection we had forged over the last twenty-four hours had left me starving for her presence.
"You really want more," she murmured, her voice sounding small and precious.
"I do."
"Even after all that?"
"Especially after all that."
Sana closed her eyes, a tear escaping and rolling down her cheek. It wasn't a tear of sadness, but of an overwhelming sense of being chosen. She shifted, rubbing her cheek against my chest. "I've always loved the way you take care of us, John," she whispered. "But I think... I think I love this version of you the most. The one who is a little bit selfish."
"I can be very selfish when it comes to you," I admitted.
"Good," she breathed "Be selfish. Just for a little longer."
I didn't need to be told twice. I moved my body over hers once more, the fire reigniting with a slow, steady burn. This final time was different. There was no urgency, no frantic need to prove anything. It was an exploration.
I entered her with a soft sigh, the feeling of her wetness welcoming me home. I moved in a slow, circular motion, grinding my hips against hers, feeling the way our bodies fit together like two pieces of a broken whole finally clicking back into place.
Sana’s breath hitched, her hands sliding down my back, her nails lightly scratching my skin. "It feels... different now," she whispered.
"How?"
"Heavier," she said, her voice trembling "Like... like you're not just in my body. You're actually in here." She pressed her hand against her own heart.
I groaned, the emotion of the moment pushing me over the edge. I increased the speed, the sounds returning—the symphony of our intimacy, the soft moans of her pleasure. I watched her face, seeing the way she looked at me with a trust that was absolute.
I felt the final climax building, a slow-motion explosion that felt like it was pulling everything from my soul. I drove deep one last time, my body shaking as I released everything I had left inside her. I felt her pulse around me, a final, lingering squeeze of affection and desire.
I collapsed onto her, my face buried in the crook of her neck. We lay there in the cooling air of the room, the silence now feeling complete. The world outside—the girls, the noise, the rotation—felt like a distant memory, a dream from which we had finally woken.
After a long while, Sana shifted, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw "John?"
"Yeah?"
"Only me?" she asked.
It was the same question she had asked at breakfast, at the spa, and at the beach. But the tone had changed. It wasn't a question born of insecurity or a need for a claim. It was a question of satisfaction. She wanted to hear the words one last time, now that they were backed by the weight of the day.
I lifted my head, looking into her eyes, seeing the woman who had loved me carefully so that I could finally love her without fear.
"Only you," I answered, my voice steady and sure.
Sana didn't ask again. She didn't need to. She simply closed her eyes and pulled me closer, her breathing evening out as she drifted toward a deep, peaceful sleep, wrapped in the arms of the man who had finally stopped managing the moment and started living in it.
For once, I slept before the world could find me. No checking. No listening for footsteps outside the door. No wondering if someone needed me, if I had left something unfinished, if the next disaster had already started without supervision.
There was only Sana’s breathing against my chest, her fingers still curled loosely in my shirt, and the strange, impossible peace of knowing I had given one whole day to one person and nothing had broken because of it.
If anything, something in me had finally stopped breaking.
Morning did not begin quietly. It should have. After yesterday, I felt like the universe owed me one peaceful breakfast.
The universe disagreed and personally made sure to give me the opposite.
By the time I reached the pavilion with Sana beside me, breakfast had already become a legal, emotional, and possibly reproductive disaster. Ben and Yeji had somehow turned cooked eggs into future planning.
Hana, a child who did not exist, had been loved over coffee.
Sana had dropped a line saying ‘maybe she should start considering baby names too’, TWICE members arguing over naming rights, Sana fake-grieved a double wedding after I said ‘no’ towards too quickly— one hand drifting tragically toward her stomach like I had abandoned her with our imaginary child.
Nayeon had booed me. Ben had booed me. Even Yeji had joined Sana’s side with horrifying speed.
At some point, Sana had accepted the possibility of sharing a baby shower with Yeji, remembered she was supposed to be abandoned, and looked at me like I had left her pregnant, unmarried, and emotionally barefoot in the rain.
There was no baby. There was no wedding. There was only breakfast.
Apparently, that was enough.
By the time the table ran out of breath, I had both hands around my cup and the expression of a man who had survived court proceedings without counsel. Sana leaned back beside me with a satisfied smile. Not wounded. Not abandoned.
She was very pleased with her own performance.
I looked at her “You enjoyed that.” She blinked innocently “My baby and I deserved support.”
“There is no baby.”
“That is what makes the tragedy flexible.”
I closed my eyes. Nayeon made a delighted sound “Flexible tragedy.”
Dahyun lifted one finger “Potential headline.”
Jihyo pointed at her without looking. Dahyun lowered the finger “Suppressed.” and Jihyo accepted this victory with another sip of coffee.
That was when I looked at her properly. Today was hers.
Not officially yet. But the air had already started moving that way. Sana’s day had closed itself around us last night, and now the table was slowly turning toward the next inevitable disaster. Jihyo noticed me noticing.
Of course she did. Her brows lifted “What?”
I hesitated. That was my mistake. Everyone leaned forward. “No,” I said immediately pointing towards them. Nayeon leaned farther “That means it is good.”
Jeongyeon caught her by the shoulder “It means leave him alone.”
“I am leaving him alone emotionally.”
“No. Physically.”
I looked at Jihyo “Can we talk?”
The table went silent in the worst possible way. Jihyo’s smile widened “Talk?”
Everyone leaned forward again. I pointed at them “Not all of you.” Nayeon whispered, “Definitely good.”
Jihyo stood. Vacation mode did not make her less powerful. It only made her more dangerous because now she looked like she enjoyed the damage “Come on.”
We moved toward the edge of the pavilion, just far enough that everyone could pretend not to listen. Everyone could still hear and definitely listened. Obviously.
Jihyo crossed her arms, amused “About today?” I nodded “Your day.”
Her smile changed. Not leader smile. Not vacation gossip smile. Something warmer. More private.
Then, because she was still Jihyo and this vacation had lost every moral structure it ever pretended to have, she said, “If you are planning to put a baby in me too, I am not opposed.”
My soul left my body. The pavilion exploded. Nayeon screamed into Jeongyeon’s shoulder. Sana clapped once “That’s a good standard.”
Jihyo lifted one finger, still looking at me “But you have to put in the work.”
“Jihyo.”
“And no abandoning me afterward.”
Sana immediately placed one hand over her chest “See? It is a real concern.”
I looked back at her, hinting to everyone else that we knew they were listening, “I did not abandon you.” they did not care if I knew.
“You would have left me with our child and no double wedding.” Sana went back to acting.
“There is no child.”
“There was also no wedding.”
Jihyo nodded solemnly, joining in since she saw the chance. “Exactly. If you create consequences, you stay for consequences.” I covered my face “Why.”
Jihyo laughed. Not leader laugh. Not tired laugh. Her laugh. Full and bright and unfairly pretty. “What? It is a fair condition.”
“I was going to ask if we could do physical activities today.”
The table went quiet. For one dangerous second, everyone interpreted that incorrectly.
I saw it happen. I panicked “Not like that.”
Ryujin opened one eye from where she had been pretending not to listen “John, you coward.”
“I meant actual physical activities.” Jihyo’s brows lifted “Actual?”
“Yes. Hiking. Swimming. Maybe some light training. Anything active.”
Jihyo crossed her arms, amused now “And why?”
I looked back at the table. At Nayeon, already smiling like she knew this involved her. At Jeongyeon, prepared to be practical and smug. At Momo, watching me with food-related suspicion.
Then I said, with as much dignity as I had left, “Because Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Momo have over-nourished me for the last several days, and I am concerned my pants are going to become tighter.”
Silence. Then the table died. Nayeon slapped both hands over her mouth. Jeongyeon looked personally offended and proud. Momo blinked “Over-nourished?”
“Yes.”
“You needed food.”
“I did.”
“You still do.”
“That is exactly the problem.”
Jihyo laughed so hard she had to hold my arm, “I am serious here” I said while feeling my own stomach. “I know,” she said, still laughing. “That is why it is funny.”
“I just want to move today.”
The laughter softened. Her hand stayed on my arm. There it was.
Her eyes moved over me, warm and amused, like she was already planning routes, workouts, punishment, reward, and at least three ways to tease me for the pants comment.
“You want me to tire you out?” she asked.
I closed my eyes. The table made several noises at once. Jihyo grinned “I mean with physical activities.”
“You absolutely did not only mean that.”
“No,” she agreed. “But I can start there.”
Sana leaned back with a satisfied smile. Nayeon fanned herself. Mina murmured, “Transition secured.” Chaeyoung picked up her pen again “She gave a good cliffhanger.”
Tzuyu looked at my plate “He should eat first.”
I turned toward her, betrayed “Tzuyu.”
“What? If you’re doing physical activity, you need energy.”
Momo nodded firmly “Correct.”
I stared at Momo “No more.”
“One more.”
“Momo.”
“Banana.”
“That is not—”
Jihyo took the banana from Momo and placed it in my hand “Eat.”
I looked at her. She smiled. Vacation mode. Leader mode. Girlfriend mode. All three at once.
I took the banana “Yes, ma’am.”
Jihyo’s smile sharpened “Oh, today is going to be fun.”
Sana’s looked at me one last time before as her boyfriend before Jihyo pulled me back to the table. I looked back at Sana, she was smiling. Still glowing from a day that had asked for everything and somehow taught me how not to divide myself while giving it.
“Survive,” she whispered.
“That is not reassuring.”
“It is loving.”
Jihyo tugged my arm “Come on.” I looked back once. Not to check the table. Not to ask permission. Just to see them.
Sana laughing into her cup. Momo watching the banana like it was a medical intervention. Nayeon and Jeongyeon still recovering from over-nourished. Mina looking like the structure had resolved itself. Dahyun mourning a suppressed report. Chaeyoung sketching the next disaster. Tzuyu eating fruit like sequencing had been maintained.
Then I looked at Jihyo. Ready. Terrifying in a good way— mine for the day.
I followed her down the path. And behind us, the next disaster began smiling.
genre: same timeline as mom!jihyo btw, jihyo is stressed out, they get into a bathtub, wlw, men dni
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you hear the keys jingling from just outside of your front door, and shortly after jihyo comes inside.
you can tell she’s exhausted, your eyebrows lifting slightly as you watch your wife make her way slowly to her favorite spot on the couch and collapse on it.
“you had a hard day?” you ask, despite the answer being written all over her face.
her eye bags are more noticeable now, her hair tied back in a messy bun, compared to the slick, straight hairstyle she left in this morning.
jihyo rubs her eyes, “it was phone call after phone call. then constant meetings, some of the departments don’t have annual reports ready, which only sets us back even further. i have deadlines i’m not even sure i’ll meet in time.”
you walk over to the couch, taking space next to her. “well, you’re home now, none of that is going anywhere. just take the next few days to do nothing.”
jihyo tilts her head at you, “i can’t y/n- i promised sunghoon we would take him to that new playground that we drove by a few weeks ago”
you shake your head, cutting her off, “don’t worry about it. my mom picked him up earlier, said she wanted to take him down to the beach this weekend, which he did not say no to.” you laugh softly.
she nods in response, “you need to relax, jihyo” you say quietly, reaching over placing your hands and her shoulders.
you begin to rub them slightly, working your fingers into her shoulder and neck, when jihyo moans in response.
she rolls her head to the side as you continue, you apply more pressure. and you physically feel the tension that’s been building up in her shoulders.
you push your thumbs back down the center of jihyo’s shoulder, “y/n…” her voice is breathy and full of satisfaction. you take your hands and bring them up her neck, quickly, pull the hair tie that’s holding her bun. letting it fall to the ground, you slid your hands into her hair, your nails scratching her scalp gently, jihyo leans into your touch.
you reach down pressing a kiss to jihyo’s ear, pulling away after.
“come here” you hear her say, before you know it you're sitting on her lap, kissing her softly. your hands make their way to the front of jihyo’s blouse and begin to unbutton it.
in between kisses, you pulled the shirt free from being tucked into her pants. then you undo her belt buckle, her pants get unbuttoned and unzipped.
when you both pull away, jihyo speaks up “y/n, i love this and i love you, but i am so tired-”
you shake your head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “it’s okay, i know, just let me take care of you, okay?”
jihyo raises an eyebrow before nodding, muttering a small “okay”
your palm cups her cheek, “wait here” you say softly.
you press a kiss softly to her lips, and quickly make your way to your bathroom. reaching the tub, you turn the knobs, waiting the water to reach just the right temperature before putting the stopper in. you looked in the cabinet underneath the sink, searching through the different products that sit there.
in the corner, you grab a dark blue bottle, it’s one that jihyo uses rarely, labeled “for relax and relief.” you pump the bottle a few times into the bathtub.
you watch the tub fill up slowly, some bubbles rising, the smell of the bottle filling the bathroom. you wait until the water reaches the appropriate height before shutting it off.
you return to the living room to find jihyo reclining against the back of the catch, her hand running through her hair.
you walk in front of her, reaching your hand out towards her. jihyo grabs your fingers softly, “come, i made you a bath”
her hand squeezes yours slightly, “a bath?” she replies
“yes, come on, before it gets cold.” jihyo lifts herself off the couch, allowing you to pull her to the bathroom. you reach your bathroom in seconds, “take your clothes off” you whisper to jihyo, turning around, you quickly grab some candles that you have as well, lighting them to avoid using the bright lights.
you hear water splashing slightly, turning off the main lights, you turn back to jihyo, who’s sitting in the tub and smiling softly at you.
“join me?” she asks, you begin to shake your head, “please y/n” she says again, softer.
you begin to take your clothes off, feeling your wife’s appreciative gaze on you. stepping into the warm bath, settling behind jihyo.
you’re leaning against the back of the tub and jihyo’s in between your legs, her back resting against your chest.
“relax,” you say quietly. you grab jihyo’s loofah, and dip it into the water. you apply some lavender scented body wash onto it, and then begin to gently rub it on the back of her shoulders in circles.
she sighs deeply, as you continue to her shoulders and then down to her chest. she relaxes in your embrace, allowing herself to be scrubbed clean.
you run the loofah over her stomach, sides, and as far as you could to his hips. you nudge jihyo to lean slightly forward so that you’re able to scrub her back.
you place the loofah back on the ledge of the bathtub, cupping your hands with some water, you start to wash away the soap. your hands following the similar path as before. jihyo was practically melting into you. her breathing was soft, yet deep. it was an indication for you to continue what you were doing.
your hands made their way over to jihyo’s chest again, one hand cupping her breast, the other running your thumb over her nipple.
“y/n” she whimpers, turning her head and pushing her nose along your jawline. your hands remain on her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, teasing her hardened nipples. jihyo’s breathing increases, but she doesn’t move, she keeps her head rested on your shoulder.
your hands move slowly to her back and rinse away any remaining soap. your hands linger neat her shoulders, you see the muscles laced with tension that’s been building. you apply pressure to the area, your hands in a constant motion of up and down. and you also can’t help but smile as jihyo inhales out of pleasure when you rub the right spot.
you kiss her wet shoulder softly, “my wife needs to learn to relax”
jihyo leans back into your chest, her eyes are shut now, “maybe my wife can help me?”
your hands make their way around her waist, your fingers tracing her soft skin. and your hands make their way up her breasts, cupping them.
you feel jihyo’s gaze and when you make eye contact, she reaches out and places a kiss on your lips.
you exhale into the feeling, as she turns her body slightly to make the position more comfortable. your fingers wander to her nipples, circling around it as jihyo deepens the kiss.
you break the kiss, and she leans back, pressing deeper into you, you watch as she spreads her legs slightly.
“y/n…” she says, softly. you place a kiss on her shoulder, then to her neck.
your right hand makes its way back down to her stomach, then between her thighs. your left hand remains on her breast.
jihyo throws her head back and lets out a moan. she grabs the edge of the bathtub to steady herself as you keep giving more and more.
you tease her already hardened nipples with your thumb, your hand had reached her clit, drawing circles around there too. when she starts to raise her hips into your hand, your fingers are inside of her.
jihyo tilts her head to the side, “y/n” her breath hitches. her legs begin to tremble as you continue to move your fingers, she lets out more moans, the water from the tub splashing everywhere.
you watch her face as she reaches her climax, then you turn her head and place a quick, yet sloppy kiss on her lips. when you pull apart, you let her fall back into relaxation, her hands no longer gripping the edge of the bathtub. you wait until her breath evens out again.
you tuck her damp hair behind her ear, “let me get you a towel.” jihyo nods in response, leaning up, you get out and get a towel for jihyo and yourself.
when you return, jihyo kisses you softly, before taking the towel and wrapping it around her figure, “thank you, y/n” she whispers, a relaxed smile on her face.
you return the kiss, watching as jihyo makes her way into your shared closet.
you dry yourself rather quickly, wrapping it around your body, you blow out the candle and remove the plug from the bathtub.
you enter your closet as well, picking whatever shirt and shorts are there for you to sleep in.
after getting dressed, you walk into your bedroom to find jihyo laying on the bed.
“i thought you were right behind me” she says, you’re at the edge of the bed, and you get on, crawling your way up her body. pausing to kiss her thigh, her hand, and finally her lips. “god i love you” jihyo smiles into your lips when you begin to pull away.
you giggle at her comment, and you lay right next to jihyo, wrapping your leg around her, her hand finding itself resting on your thigh. “do you at least feel more relaxed?”
“mhm” she says in response. you simply tighten your arm around her.
and when it’s silent, “i thought about giving you a massage too” you say.
Mina invites you to one of her Fendi appearances as a guest to slowly introduce you to her world, but secrecy leads to opportunities for another - leading to the myouis jealousy
Tags : secret relationship, possessive mina, not really cheating more so oblivious reader, softdom!mina, fluff, tension, happy ending, explicit but not really smut
Wc:
When Mina first mentioned bringing you to the Fendi event, she did it casually.
Too casually.
You had been curled into the corner of the couch, the late afternoon sun stretching gold across your shared apartment floors. Mina had been sitting cross-legged on the rug in front of you, still in rehearsal clothes, hair loosely tied back. Only the Myoui could still look so effortlessly elegant in just a sweatpants and basic tee. There had always been a softness to her that only existed there — not the polished idol the world knew, not the ambassador draped in couture — just Mina.
"There’s an event next month," she had said, tracing invisible shapes along your knee. "I want you to come with me."
The words had settled heavily between you.
You had known what that meant. Cameras. Headlines. Other celebrities. Industry eyes that scanned and calculated.
You had also known what it didn’t mean.
It didn’t mean walking in hand-in-hand as her girlfriend.
It didn’t mean introductions that lingered.
It didn’t mean the freedom to look at her the way you always did.
You hesitated- avoiding her eyes. “Are you sure,” you questioned. This was more than just showing up, Mina had never brought any of her friends into public eye, especially not the ones that weren’t in her industry. . To the world, Myoui Mina was the face of the brand—the "Human Fendi," poised and ethereal. To you, she was the woman who stole your hoodies and liked her tea with exactly two drops of honey.
She hummed nodding assuringly, she’d already made up her mind, you knew there was no escaping it now. Once Mina set her mind to something there was no chance to debate.
"As what?" you had asked quietly.
Mina’s fingers had paused.
That fraction of hesitation had felt louder than any answer.
"As my guest," she had said finally, meeting your eyes. There had been something vulnerable there — something rarely visible to anyone else. "I know it’s not… everything. But I don’t want to keep you away from parts of my life anymore."
For four years, your relationship had existed in the quiet spaces: darkened cinemas, secluded villas, and late-night FaceTime calls while she traveled the world. But for the Fendi Fall/Winter collection in Rome, Mina had decided she wanted you there. Not as a secret tucked away in a hotel room, but as her "guest"—a mysterious, elegant companion who would share the air she breathed
Your chest had tightened. Because loving Mina had always meant understanding the invisible lines drawn around her. There were places you didn’t go. Roles you didn’t play. Photos you didn’t exist in.
You had told yourself it didn’t hurt.
But it had, sometimes.
Still — she had asked. And that was more than enough to you.
"Okay," you had said.
The relief that flooded her expression had been subtle, but you had seen it. You always see it. And you’d agree a million time just to see it again.
Once the invitation arrived just a week later, it all finally seemed to settle in. The invitation was heavy, a cream-colored cardstock embossed with the iconic double-F logo. You were really doing this.
Yes, it wasn’t a confession or loud exclamation to the world, but it was something.
The Fendi showroom had felt like stepping into a different atmosphere — one scented with polished leather and expensive perfume, where every surface gleamed and every voice carried quiet authority.
You had walked half a step behind Mina at first, instinctively letting her lead. Staff had greeted her with familiarity, admiration carefully balanced with professionalism.
She had belonged there.
You hadn’t.
At least, that was how it had felt.
When Mina had announced she wanted a custom piece made for you, the room had shifted almost imperceptibly. Assistants had glanced at each other. Clipboards had tilted.
You had stiffened. "Mina, that’s not necessary—"
Her hand had tightened around yours.
"It is," she had said simply.
Her tone had left no room for argument.
They had measured you carefully. The tape had glided around your shoulders, your waist, your hips. Designers had murmured about silhouettes and balance — something that complemented Mina’s structured black gown without overpowering it.
"I want it to be an extension of me," Mina had whispered as the tailor took your measurements. She stood behind you, her chin resting on your shoulder, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "When people see you, they should feel like they're seeing the other half of a secret."
The dress was a masterpiece: a floor-length slip silhouette with a dramatic low back and a subtle slit that revealed a glimpse of leg. It was understated yet dangerously sophisticated.
Mina had watched every second.
Like someone memorizing you.
When you had finally been alone in the fitting room together, the quiet had felt almost sacred. The sample fabric had brushed cool against your skin as Mina had stepped behind you.
She had rested her hands on your waist, chin hovering near your shoulder.
The dress was a masterpiece: a floor-length slip silhouette with a dramatic low back and a subtle slit that revealed a glimpse of leg. It was understated yet dangerously sophisticated.
"You don’t look out of place," she had murmured, as if she could hear your thoughts. "You look exactly where you’re supposed to be."
Your reflection in the mirror had shown the two of you standing close — intimate, natural.
But only in private.
"It still won’t be real," you had whispered.
Her eyes softened.
"It’s real to me."
And somehow, that had been enough.
The night of the event had arrived wrapped in flash photography.
Rome was bathed in a golden, dusty sunset. The Palazzo, Fendi’s headquarters, was illuminated by thousands of lights. As the black sedan pulled up, the roar of the crowd and the strobe-light flash of cameras became a physical wall of sound.
The venue had glowed beneath city lights, the Fendi emblem illuminated against sleek architecture. Mina took your hand inside the car, her thumb stroking your knuckles. Her own outfit was a structured, cream leather ensemble—sharp, cold, and beautiful.
"Stay close," she murmured. "If it gets too much, look at me. Just me."
The black car door had opened, and Mina had stepped out first.
The transformation had been immediate.
Her posture had straightened. Her expression had settled into that composed, elegant calm the world adored. The black satin gown had hugged her perfectly, gold detailing catching the light with every step.
Then you had followed.
For half a second, the cameras had stuttered.
The silk of your dress had flowed like liquid light, delicate crystal embroidery scattering flashes across your figure. It had fit flawlessly — not loud, not excessive, but impossible to ignore.
Mina had offered her hand.
Professionally.
But her thumb had pressed lightly against your knuckles, grounding you.
The red carpet was a blur. Mina moved with the grace of a swan, pausing for photos with an effortless tilt of her head. You walked a few paces behind, as per the plan, appearing as part of her "entourage" to the prying eyes of Dispatch, but the way her eyes constantly sought yours out told a different story.
Inside, the atmosphere had hummed. Low music. Clinking glasses. Conversations layered over one another like fabric.
You had stayed near Mina at first, your proximity subtle but deliberate. When she had been pulled into discussions with executives and photographers, you had drifted slightly aside — close enough to be associated, far enough to avoid suspicion.
You had perfected that dance.
Smile. Nod. Step back.
But that night, something had felt different.
Maybe it had been the way people looked at you — curious, assessing.
Or maybe it had been the way Mina’s gaze had kept returning to you, checking, anchoring.
The after-party was held at a private rooftop overlooking the Colosseum. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and aged wine.
The after party unfolded in warmer tones — dim lighting, velvet seating, champagne that burned a little smoother than it should have.
Mina was pulled away for a mandatory photo-op with the brand's creative directors. "I’ll be ten minutes," she promised, squeezing your hand before disappearing into a circle of elite fashion moguls. . You had watched her laugh softly, poised and magnetic. You loved her like that.
Even when she wasn’t looking at you.
You retreated to a balcony, leaning against the cold stone and watching the Roman skyline.
"The view is breathtaking, but I think the dress is doing most of the work."
You turned to find a tall, striking woman leaning against the railing a few feet away. It was Ahn Yujin. The IVE leader looked incredible in a sheer Fendi top and tailored trousers. She held a glass of champagne, her smile bright and predatory in the way only a top-tier idol’s can be.
"You’re a guest, right?" Her charm radiating effortlessly even on those normal innocent words.
She had been dressed in tailored perfection, confidence stitched into every line.
"Yeah," you had replied, offering a polite smile.
"I haven't seen you at these events before," Yujin continued, stepping closer. You weren’t sure if she knew who you were—Mina’s management had been very careful to keep your identity vague. To Yujin, you were just a stunning stranger who looked like you belonged on a runway.
"A guest with impeccable taste," Yujin countered. She leaned in, her voice dropping an octave, a playful, flirtatious glint in her eyes. "You know, the VIP lounge is a bit more private if you're tired of the noise. I could use someone interesting to talk to. Rome is lonely when you're only surrounded by cameras."
She reached out, her fingers grazing your forearm as she gestured toward the lounge. It was a classic move—charming, confident, and entirely unaware of the fire she was playing with.
However, you were bored and oblivious. Mina was busy anyway so what bad could some conversation with a charming, interesting stranger be? So, you obliged and followed her toward the empty lounge.
"I don’t think we’ve met before," she had said, stepping slightly closer so she wouldn’t have to raise her voice over the music. "You’re not in the industry?"
"No."
Her eyes had flickered with interest.
"That explains it," she had said lightly. "You look… refreshingly unpolished. In a good way."
You had laughed softly, unsure whether to take that as a compliment.
Yujin had asked about your work, your interests. She had listened closely, her focus undivided in a way that had felt intentional.
Her hand had settled briefly at the small of your back when someone brushed past.
It had lingered a fraction too long.
Across the room, Mina had seen it.
She hadn’t interrupted.
She hadn’t called you over.
She had simply watched.
She didn't storm over. That wasn't her style. Instead, she finished her conversation with a sharp, polite nod and began to walk. Her pace was slow, but her aura shifted instantly. The "Human Fendi" was gone, replaced by the protective, possessive woman who had spent four years hiding her most precious treasure from the world.
Her expression hadn’t changed — but her shoulders had gone rigid.
You hadn’t noticed at first. You had been too busy navigating Yujin’s easy charisma, the way she leaned in when you spoke, the teasing edge in her voice.
She moved closer toward you, leaning in to ask whats been on her mind since the beginning of the after-party, “so… who is the lucky person that got to bring you to the event today?”
You had been talking to her all night, and there was no harm in telling her. So you leaned toward her and whispered over “Mina, im here as her friend”
"Careful," she had murmured playfully. "If Mina keeps bringing guests like you, she’ll outshine the rest of us ambassadors."
Your heart had skipped — not because of Yujin.
Mina appeared beside you like a ghost. She didn't look at Yujin first. She looked at your arm where Yujin’s fingers had been.
"Yujin-ssi," Mina said, her voice like velvet-covered ice.
Yujin straightened up, looking surprised. "Mina-sunbaenim! I was just getting to know your... friend."
Mina stepped into your space, her shoulder brushing yours, her hand sliding firmly around your waist—a gesture that was far too intimate for "just friends."
"She’s tired," Mina said, her eyes locking onto Yujin’s with a cold intensity that made the younger idol blink. "And we were just leaving. Enjoy your night."
Without waiting for a response, Mina led you away. She didn't say a word as you navigated the crowd. Her grip on your waist was tight, her knuckles probably turning white.
When you had finally glancedup from the firm hand on your waist, your eyes had met hers.
There had been something darker there.
Not anger.
Possession.
You definitely fucked up.
The car had been quiet-deafening. Mina stared out the window, her jaw set.
City lights had blurred past the window in streaks of gold and white.
Mina’s hand had rested on your thigh. It felt tense, not like the usual soothing tracing of her thumb your car rides usually involved.
She still hadn’t looked at you since you exited the venue.
"You seemed comfortable," she had said finally, her voice calm — too calm. You could feel the sarcasm that was threatening to drip from her tone.
You turned toward her. "I was just being polite." You weren’t lying, yet the drumming in your chest only grew louder.
"She was flirting with you, you know?”
It wasn’t a question.
You hesitated. "Maybe-" You didn’t even attempt to explain or justify yourself further when her jaw clenched tighter than before.
Her fingers tightened almost imperceptibly.
Silence had stretched the rest of the ride.
The suite door had clicked shut behind you.
The quiet had felt charged.
Mina had turned slowly.
The composure she had worn all evening had slipped, revealing something rawer beneath. The moment the door to the penthouse suite finally clicked shut, the tension snapped. You barely had time to kick off your heels before Mina turned, pinning you against the mahogany door.
"Did you enjoy it?" she had asked.
You had stepped closer. "The event?"
She scoffed at the audacity of your answer, “you must be joking with me right? You know what im talking about,” Her eyes were staring daggers into yours, “so, you did you enjoy it huh”
"Her attention."
There it had been.
You had reached for her face gently. "I only went because you asked me to."
"She was touching you," Mina whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of exhaustion and jealousy. She buried her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if to reclaim you. "She was looking at you like she could just have you."
Her jaw tightened. "I didn’t like the way she touched you."
The honesty in her voice had stolen your breath.
For so long, you had been the one swallowing jealousy — watching fans scream her name, seeing other idols cling to her arm for photos.
You had never asked her to choose you publicly.
And yet that night, she had looked like she might.
"You don’t get jealous," you had murmured softly. “Whats going on with you tonight?”
Her eyes had met yours.
"I do," she had admitted. "I just don’t show it."
The air between you had thickened.
She had stepped closer, hands sliding around your waist — not aggressive, not rushed — but deliberate.
"I didn't even know who she was at first, Minari. I was waiting for you."
Mina pulled back, her dark eyes searching yours. The polished idol was gone. Her hair was slightly mussed, her lipstick faded. "I hate it," she confessed, her voice cracking. "I hate that I have to share the room with people who think they have a chance. I hate that I can't tell the world you're mine."
She dropped her gaze to the custom-made dress, the one she had designed to make you look like her other half. Her hands traced the silk down to your hips.
"You’re mine, right?" she had whispered, her forehead resting against yours.
Her voice wasn’t laced with a sense of ownership.
Just Devotion.
You had exhaled shakily. "Then don’t look at me like I’m something you have to hide."
That had hit.
Her expression had faltered.
"I’m trying," she had said quietly. "Tonight was… me trying."
"You looked too beautiful tonight," she murmured, a possessive smirk finally tugging at her lips. "I think for the rest of the trip, you’re staying in the room. With me."
And suddenly, the jealousy had faded into something softer.
She kissed you then—— slow at first, careful, like she was grounding herself in something real after hours of performance, the soft, tentative kisses that lingered in comfort, but then it turned into something deep, demanding, and full of the fire she’d been holding back all night. The lights of Rome twinkled outside the window, but inside the room, the world was narrowed down to just the two of you, the scent of expensive silk, and the quiet promise that no matter who looked, you only ever belonged to her.
Her hands had traced the curve of the dress she chose for you, fingertips reverent.
Not claiming.
Appreciating.
When she pulled back, her voice was barely steady.
"One day, I won’t have to pretend you’re just a guest."
You had rested your forehead against hers.
"Until then," you had whispered, "I’ll stand wherever you need me."
The city had glowed beyond the curtains.
Inside the suite, there had been no cameras.
No ambassadors.
No pretending.
And then she kissed you again.
Not the careful kiss from moments before.
This one was deeper. Slower. Intentional.
Her hands slid from your waist to your hips, fingers pressing just firmly enough to make you feel how steady she was — how certain. The silk of your dress shifted beneath her
Her mouth moved against yours like she was memorizing you all over again, like she needed to replace every second she had watched someone else stand too close. Every breath she exhaled felt warm and controlled, but beneath it you could feel the jealousy still lingering — not sharp, not angry.
Protective.
"I hated it," she murmured against your lips, her voice softer now. "The way she looked at you like she could have you."
Your fingers slid into her hair, tilting her face back just enough to meet her eyes.
"She couldn’t," you whispered. "No one could."
Something in her expression shifted — tension easing into something darker and more tender at the same time.
Her hands, usually so gentle when they held your face, now moved with a quiet urgency, tangling in your hair to keep you exactly where she wanted you.
Mina’s lips left yours to trail down your jawline, her breath hot against your skin. "Mine," she whispered, the word vibrating against your pulse point. Her fingers found the zipper of the midnight silk dress, a slow, deliberate slide that echoed in the quiet suite. As the fabric pooled around your feet, she didn't let you move away. She kept you anchored to her, her hands roaming over the curves of your waist with a firm, territorial pressure that left no room for doubt.
She guided you toward the bed, never breaking the heavy, dark gaze that seemed to want to memorize every inch of you. When you were beneath her, the expensive leather of her Fendi jacket felt cool against your skin, but the heat radiating from Mina was overwhelming. She moved with a feline grace, pinning your wrists gently but firmly above your head.
"I spent all night watching everyone look at you," she murmured, her thumbs stroking the sensitive skin of your inner wrists. Her voice was soft, but the possessive edge remained. "Now you only look at me."
Every touch was a claim—the way her teeth grazed your shoulder, leaving faint marks she would later kiss with a bruising tenderness. Her weight settled over you, and you could feel the rhythmic thud of her heart against your chest, matching your own. the way her weight settled over you, the way her eyes darkened as she watched your reaction to her. She was thorough and slow, as if she were rewriting the memories of the night, replacing the flashes of cameras and the wandering eyes of strangers with the singular, intense reality of her touch. Her hands moved lower, tracing the arch of your back, pulling you flush against her until there was no space left for anything but the heat between you.
As the night deepened, the jealousy that had fueled her earlier softened into a desperate, aching need to be close. Her movements became more fluid, more tender, but no less demanding. She worshiped your body with a quiet, focused intensity, her lips finding every spot that left you gasping for more of her.her fingers mapping out and tracing of your pleasure as if it were a masterpiece she had personally commissioned
Between the tangled sheets and the lingering scent of her perfume, Mina ensured that by the time the sun began to peek over the Roman horizon, the only thing you could feel, think, or remember was her. The world outside could have the "Human Fendi," but in this room, shrouded in the blue light of dawn you were the only one who truly had Myoui Mina. And she made sure you felt exactly how much she belonged to you, just as much as you belonged to her.
Just you — and the girl who had chosen you. One day it might even be In a room full of flashing lights.
A/n: very short and rushed and BUMS, but i know if i let this sit any longer I'd loose interest or feel guilty for being inactive too long
ALSO YAAY I had to feed my own mina delusions since I've already scowerd the universe and read them all
A/N: i’m back! long time no see lol life has been crazy but finally found a time to write. I had this in the drafts.. the long awaited next part of Teacher’s Assistant! hope u guys enjoy ;) lmk how you like it given that i haven’t written in a min LOL
*Ding ding ding* The alarm set on the stage buzzes as everyone's attention moves to it. Twelve-noon sharp. The assistants in the room spring to their feet and call out for the next group of participants.
“Profesor Im Nayeon’s 12 o’clock please come forward!” One yells.
You hastily move from where you were and get through the small crowd to the assistant. You were quite literally shaking in your boots. You didn’t know what to wear, so you had on some business casual attire. Brown dress shoes, navy trousers, and a white button-up. You gulped down the last of your water from the small paper cup and crushed it before throwing it into the recycling bin on your way out.
“Please follow me.” The assistant said to you. It felt surreal, this didn’t have the same vibe as any other job or school interviews you’ve ever done before, you didn’t know what to expect. You didn’t even see the other students who were in the interviews before you left. The assistant walks you down the hallway and up the elevator to the 9th floor. You notice that in order to have access to that floor, a card key was used. He pressed his card against the reader and as it flashed green, he pressed the button. The button was even in the shape of a heart to emphasize that it was the Love Lab floor.
He leads you through the floor, a pinkish-red hue of LED strips dimly lights the hallways. You see some questionable things in some of the lab windows and think to ask, but keep it to yourself as you can feel the tension rising. Finally, you get to her office. Plastered on the door in big letters it reads, “PROFESSOR IM NAYEON - Love Lab no. 1” The assistant knocks on the door and waits for a response. He tells you to wait outside before entering. He goes in and exchanges a few words with Prof. Im before returning to the hallway and letting you in. “Good luck. She’s a tough one” He whispers to you.
You walk in to see that the room is also dimly lit with similar led lights. Her office is tidy and she’s sitting behind her desk. There’s a couch and a few bookshelves lining the walls. “Take a seat.” She scans over the paper in front of her. “Participant 021. We don’t use names here quite yet during this phase in order to keep a sense of… anonymity if you will.” You nod in response as you take a seat on the couch. “Since I’m your first interview, I’ll explain to you how this all goes down. Prepare yourself. If at any point you would like to stop, say the word ‘candy’. This will be for you to use in all of the interviews. If you choose to stop, your application will be terminated immediately and you will still be sworn to secrecy no matter what. These interviews are much different than any other type out there. As you know, this is the Love Lab. Many different things consist within the word Love, these interviews, or tests will show if you are able to fulfill those things, those needs. Does that make sense?” She squints her eyes and lowers her glasses to her bridge while looking at you. You nod and you get the feeling you know what she means.
She continues, “Each professor is known for a different study on Love, meaning to say different tasks and such that you and the other participants will need to pass in order to work for us. I see you’ve signed your consent form and you have passed the needed medical, fitness, and mental wellness exams. Your application was one of the only standouts we saw this year. Congratulations. We have high hopes for you number 021.” You feel a great sense of relief and proudness as you look down and give yourself a small smile. “Right, let’s not waste any time. Let’s begin.” You nod once again and watch as she gets up from her seat. You notice her legs are a little shaky when she stands. You wonder what happened in this room before you got there. She slides a bookshelf to the side revealing a small hidden room. It’s lined floor-to-ceiling with red plush. In the middle is a single chair. Along the walls, there are shelves and hooks, something straight out of 50 Shades of Grey, toys, and accessories galore, things you didn’t know the use of. In the middle of the room was a red bed in the shape of a heart with the headboard lining the top curved parts of the heart. Damn, they really keep a grip on the whole love thing. You thought to yourself.
Prof. Im takes a seat on the edge of the bed. You walk in and some sort of spark of bravery overcomes you for a moment. “What would you like me to do, Professor Im?” You ask.
“I want you to please me. Ruin me. Break me. You have 3 hours to do so. The last participant wasn’t so lucky, he barely made it through half of the time before I told him to get out of my sight. But you, I already like the look of you.” She scans you up and down before beginning to unbutton her shirt.
“I can use anything in here?” You ask looking around the room, starting to walk along the walls and examine things more closely.
“Yes, providing you know how to use it. I’m not asking you to kill me, I’m not an easy woman to please, you see. And I like things rough.” She winks and slightly nods towards the extensive wall of flogs, whips, paddles, and such. To be honest, you’ve only dabbled with BDSM mildly in your life, a few spanks here and there, maybe some tying up of the hands, but nothing like this. As your mind begins to drift into thinking of all of the possibilities, Prof. Im snaps you out of your haze. She stands up, now topless, and gestures for you to join her on the bed. You join her, sitting on the edge of the bed, and take your shirt off as well. She seems to admire you and your body for a moment before climbing on top of you.
She looks you in the eyes, hers are already filled with lust. Prof. Im crashes her lips onto yours. A steamy make-out session ensues, Quickly, your hands find themselves exploring her back and waist. Her hands knot up in your hair and you pull her harder against you, she gets the hint and starts grinding into you. It doesn’t take long for a large bulge to form in your pants. Your tongues fight for dominance and you moan at the skin-to-skin contact when your chests touch.
Remembering that this is still an interview and that you need to pass, you take your time, also noting the 3-hour time limit. You need to be able to keep the heat up for 3 hours, you can’t bore her or finish too soon. Somewhat meticulously, you plan out the next 3 hours, trying to focus on kissing her while noting your next moves. Your hands roam up and down her back before sliding your hand to the base of where her hairline meets the back of her neck, you yank her head back by her hair and move down to kiss and lick along the side of her neck. You earn a gasp and some light moans from Prof. Im.
“Mmm yes… remember… no marks” she reminds you and you nibble and kiss her neck.
Feeling the pressure build in your crotch, you hook your hands around her ass and under her thighs and quickly lift her up before spinning and tossing her lightly onto the bed. She gasps at your strength and confidence. “Eager are we? Already starting off better than the last participant” Prof Im smirks and bites her finger. “Now what’re you going to do to me?”
You kneel on the bed in front of her and hastily take off your belt. A move you admit you’ve done before, you grab her hands as she sits up and use the belt as makeshift handcuffs. “I’ll use this for now. I don’t want to waste my time going to grab the cuffs” You say nodding towards a far wall. “Mmm I like this” She purrs. As you finish quickly tying her up you hold her two hands above her head while your other hand undoes the button and zipper of your trousers before pulling out your hard length.
“Oh fuck.. So big..” Prof Im moans seeing your hard cock in front of her face, she licks her lips.
“Take it.” You demand, holding your cock, you bring it to her mouth, still holding her hands above her head, you take them and hold them against your chest. She understands, clawing her fingers into your chest as her head moves to the tip of your length. She parts her lips and you push in fully. She said she likes it rough anyways. Her eyes widen in shock and you feel immense pleasure as her throat takes your length down its tight wet walls. After staying still for a moment, you start to pull out and begin thrusting in and out of her mouth. She moans as you fuck her mouth, spit starting to drip down the corners of her lips. You pull out your cock fully as she sticks her tongue out and circles your tip with it. “Good isn’t it?” You ask her.
“Mhm.. I’m excited for the next few hours number 021.” She looks up at you.
For the first hour the two of you fuck like animals, you indulge yourself first eating her out and tasting her sweet juices and fucking in 3 or 4 different positions on the bed. The first stage of your plan was going smoothly. You had yet to use the various toys on the wall, but you glance at the clock every now and then to gauge your time. You’d plan to use those during the last 2 hours. The second hour for rough playtime, then treating the last as the final push to edge both of you until max capacity. You wanted to drive her crazy. Now understanding how the rest of these trials were going to go, you had to work up your stamina. In 3 hours you could probably finish twice, but your goal was to make her finish as much as you could, at least once per hour.
As the first hour was nearing its end, you decided to grab a toy. As Prof. Im, now untied, hair disheveled and body sweaty, lays on the bed recovering from your fierce pounding you get up and look at the wall of dildos. You choose one similar to your size and walk back to her. “Finally.. As much as I loved your cock pounding me I was wondering when you’d start making use of the stuff in here.” She says breathing heavily. “Oh trust me, I’m just getting started.” you respond.
You spread her legs and make your way between them. You bring the dildo to her mouth, “Suck it.” she does so making eye contact with you as she takes the toy down her throat before spitting on her hand and stroking the toy. You smile and take it down between her leg, moving it between her wet lower lips. She moans at the sight. You shove it into her and start pumping it before bringing your head down to eat her out at the same time. “Oh FUCK!” she moans, having 2 of the most pleasurable feelings at once. “Mmm fuck that feels so good”
Almost on instinct, she grabs her legs and holds them up and apart for you, wanting more. You bring your other hand up and grab onto her chest, playing with her nipple and massaging her tit. You simultaneously bring her pleasure and she starts getting close to the edge. “D-don’t stop… fuck yes oh my god” she moans, her hips now shaking and moving on their own accord to get more. Your spit mixed with her own juices make the toy easy to fuck her with and your mouth moves furiously on her clit. You can feel her start to tighten and push the toy, signalling her orgasm. You ramp it up thrusting harder and faster, sucking more on her clit and clawing at her tits. “I-I’m gonna c-cum!!” She yells out. You take your mouth off her for a moment, “Cum for me Professor Im… Cum all over me” One of her hands goes to grip your hair and push you back to her clit and holds you there before she yells out and her body spasms, her hole pushes the toy out and you continue to lick and suck her pussy as her juices flow.
You pull away once she releases your head. “How was that?” You ask smirking at your work, the sheets now even wetter, her chest heaving for air and your cock leaking precum. “Holy shit…” She says between breaths, “I might just already pass you.” You smile as you hear that. “We didn’t even get to use all these fun toys” You tease back, “And I haven’t even finished yet” You say looking down your cock, now pulsing with need to finish. “Usually I’m not this worn out so fast, but something about you…” She says looking at you up and down. “I’ll give you the next 30 minutes to make us both finish. If you do so, you pass.” she smirks.
“Challenge accepted.” You say catching your breath and wiping the sweat from your brow. “Have you done anal before Prof Im?” You ask shyly, not sure if it’s appropriate to ask. “Mmm.. once, but it took me a little bit to like it… I haven’t tried since… of course the last time I did it, he wasn’t as good as you.” You knew the sure fire way to make you both finish was her ass. The pristine tight starfish coupled with her dripping pussy.
You flip her onto her stomach and turn her around, so she’s facing the mirror on the opposite wall. You bring her up onto all fours before bending down to spread her cheeks and expose her tightest hole. You lick from her clit up to her starfish and dip your tongue in, she moans at the contact and she starts to loosen up. You dip from her ass into her pussy and back, stimulating both holes. You pull back and slide your index finger into her ass to allow her to adjust and she easily takes it in. You give her a few pumps before going back to licking and wetting it. You go back and forth like this for a few minutes until she's prepped. To get your length wet, you push it into her pussy and give her a few good strokes, she moans with every pass and clenches her walls onto it. “God, your cock feels so good in my pussy.” She moans. “Just wait until it fills your ass” You moan in return.
You do a few more thrusts into her pussy before your length is coated in her juices. You spit onto her tight hole one more time before you press your tip against it, “You ready? Let me know if you want me to stop” You tell her before you slowly ease your way in. “OH! Fuck oh my god yes.. Oh fuck its so full…” she moans out your length only half way in. You push more till your cock is sheathed in her ass, the whole process filled the room with a cacophony of her moans and yelps of pleasure at being completely filled. “It’s so fucking tight… it feels so good Professor Im”
‘“Oh for fucks sake.. Fuck me already and call me Nayeon” she demands. Your face fills with shock at this. But you can’t process it till later, right now you have a job to do. You start to thrust into her ass slowly, feeling her walls squeeze against your length already bringing you closer to the edge. You hold back and start to thrust faster, gripping into her hips. “Fuck Nayeon your ass feels so fucking good…” You moan, thrusting harder and faster into her, your balls slapping against her still wet pussy. Suddenly an idea pops into your head. You reach for the dildo on the bed next to you, “Should we try something new Nayeon?” You ask. “Mmm shit I don’t care I just need you to fuck me” She desperately says looking back at you through the mirror. You pull out of her ass and take the toy and slip it into her pussy, you hold it there with your hand and push your cock back into her ass. “OH FUCK” She yells out, now feeling truly filled. The pressure from the toy makes her ass even tighter and you moan out too.
You resume fucking her ass, now your balls slapping the base of the toy allowing it to slip in and out of her pussy at the same pace as you. “Oh- oh my god fuck… oh shit” Nayeon’s a mess in ecstacy. She’s never felt so much pleasure and so full before. You slap her ass then grab onto the back of her head and bring it up to look at the two of you in the mirror. “Cum with me Nayeon. Squirt all over me while I cum in your ass” You growl. She watches as you fuck her harder, her pussy now even wetter and pulsing harder squeezes the toy out and you bring a hand down to furiously rub at her clit. She squeezes her ass even harder on your cock. “I-I’m gonna cum Nayeon.. Fuck I’m gonna fill your ass…” You moan loudly, fucking her even harder and faster, your length moving in and out of her gripping hole.
“I-im cumming again!!” Nayeon moans, she falls forward as her body convulses in orgasmic pleasure and she squirts all over your balls and thighs, as her body tightens like an anaconda around your length until you reach your limit. You explode ropes of hot semen into her deepest parts, you grunt as you shallowly thrust into her, painting her walls. You both come down from your extreme orgasms and you pull out, you watch as she pushes your cum from her ass, you bring a finger to it and run it from her ass to her pussy, smearing your cum all over holes and clit.
“Oh my god..” Nayeon collapses onto the bed and you lay down next to her, your warm sweaty bodies tangled together. “You… pass” She says before her eyes close. You hold her in your arms as you too feel your eyes get heavier. You wake up to a jolt a bit later to Nayeon stirring awake, “Good morning” You say jokingly. “Mmm I haven’t passed out like that from a session in a long time” She says. “I think you’ll do just fine throughout these trials. I’ll be sure to let the other professors know.”
“Thank you.” you say getting up and grabbing a bottle of water while starting to get dressed. “So what next?” You ask as she does the same. “I see you have Professor Minatozaki next… You’ll have the session with her at 7pm so you have some time to clean up and rest before that. I suggest you rest up for her, I don’t think she’ll let up as easy as I did for you. Come back around 6:45 to check in. If you get past her, you’ll have Professor Myoi tomorrow and Professor Park the day after. Good luck number 021. I sure hope you make it through. I would like to see you again” Nayeon smirks before she pulls you in for another kiss and grabs at your now clothed crotch.
You exit the room and an assistant brings you out, handing you a reminder slip to come back at 6:45 and stamps your card “passed” next to Professor Im’s name. Now that you know what these trials are, you head back to your room to freshen up and get ready for Professor Minatozaki Sana.
promise (it hurts to be something) - park jihyo - part 1 of 3
pairing: park jihyo x fem! reader
synopsis: you had thought your relationship with jihyo had been your best kept secret, until one day pictures of your late night park date finds its way into the hands of company executives, and everything changes. do you keep your promises to jihyo or do you keep promises you've made to yourself? inspired by "promise" - Laufey
notes: idol!reader, doesn't it hurt to be in love? yearning? some angst, some fluff? ive also been thinking about writing this for so long because i love yearning and laufey and jihyo. twice mentioned. implied smut but its sfw
word count: 4.6k
happy valentines day-ish </3.
You shift in your seat uncomfortably, a near impossible feat as you're most likely sitting on one of the most cushy chairs in the entire building. It was a five minutes til 8am, and you had no clue as to why you were called into the company building for this early meeting. Your manager had called you late last night informing you that this was happening, and had not elaborated more than that you were getting picked up at 7:15 this morning,
Every so often you try to make eye contact with your manager who sits next to you in the empty conference room, hoping she would give you any ounce of reassurance, maybe even give you any bit of information about this meeting like she always does. But she never meets your gaze. In fact she's been consumed by her phone the whole time. Furiously typing away, switching between answering texts and answering emails. Its been the most agonizing 15 minutes of your life.
Precisely when the clock strikes 8, the doors to the conference room swing open, and your manager stands up in attention. Your quickly follow, smoothing out your clothes as you get up. You're starting to have a bad feeling about all of this. The feeling only getting worse when you see who is coming in, 2 chief executives you recognize only from annual end of year company dinners, PD-nim Park Jinyoung and-
fuck
An all too familiar group manager oppa and only one of the most famous of jyp idols - idol on the scene currently and-
and also your girlfriend:
Park Jihyo
Your chest tightens, yet she doesn't look up at you, not once when she walks in, nor when she sits down. The two of you are sitting directly across of the executives and PD-nim, while your managers flank your sides. The executives are stoic, and you try one last time to feel any reassurance. Glancing up at PD-nim, silently begging for a response, all he can do is glance back and slightly shake his head at you, before one of the executives finally speaks.
He thanks the two of you for coming in early on short notice and in between your busy schedules and practice sessions. Then he gets to the point right away, sighing as he slides an tablet over to you - and you only - before urging you to flip through the album of images on the screen.
fuck
Your hand trembles above the screen seeing the first photo: a picture of two people - build and facial features hidden under jacket hoods, baggy clothes and face masks - appearing to be walking through a dimly lit park, holding hands. The photo is taken from behind - the photographer at least 20 meters away it seems - and though you can only slightly see a portion of their faces, you recognize the clothing anywhere. Who wouldn't be familiar with their partner's clothes?
Next to you Jihyo sits still like a statue. Her eyes are trained on the tablet screen but she doesn't move to lean in to get a closer look.
You continue to swipe through the album as everyone else watches silently. The couple in the photo had been followed around through their walk, more images taken from multiple angles, park lighting framing the two just well enough through out the multiple shots to give people just enough to piece together clues of the couples identities.
Recognizing you and Jihyo in the photos, the outfits you wore and the park this was taken - only from a couple days go, you knew what photos you would be seeing next. Quickly you swipe through the last twenty or so photos of you and Jihyo sitting closely on a bench, maskless, sharing a bowl of ramen, a bag chips and a soda til finally the two of you are kissing. Jihyo has a hand behind your neck pulling you into the kiss, the other appears to be on your waist, while your hands rest at her shoulders.
In shame you close out of the album, leaving the tablet on the table before sitting back in your chair.
The executives start talking but its hard for you piece anything together because your ears are ringing and everything starts sounding like you're under water.
"-photos have been sent to every notable staff member-"
You feel like you're drowning
"-we've had dozens of reporters contacting us about-"
And all you want is for Jihyo to grab your hand
"-have had to pay off each and every-"
Comfort you just as she does whenever something goes wrong
"-to bury this from getting exposed-"
But she doesn't move.
The executive goes on intensely, mentioning how much of a havoc these leaked photos are already causing, and they haven't even been made public yet. And what will this become if this becomes a public scandal? Netizens would have a field day. The ecosystem Twice has so carefully created will come crashing down if Jihyo gets dragged down. After everything they've done to break into the international market? And though its haven't been long since you've debut'd as a soloist, a considerable amount of company resources and energy has been put into your career as well.
(Sponsorship contracts will be terminated, contacts will be severed, stocks will plummet, sales go down, careers will be lost...)
The executives don't mention any of that but its underlying and already weights heavy in your mind. So heavy that just the thought of this situation being bigger than the two of you practically drags you in deeper under water.
PD-nim finally steps in to bring down the intensity of the situation. Mentions of ways to support you and Jihyo through this - meaning ways to help the two of you keep your private relationship out of public eye. And by that, how to bury any crumb of a suggestion to this relationship.
"You can't be seen near each other-"
"Can't make any references about each other-"
"Shouldn't be mentioning each other in any situation-"
The list goes on and on about ways our staff teams should be - essentially - erasing each other from the others lives.
Your manager chimes in, stating that though this situation has implications to business related issues - neither of you are bound to any contractual clauses preventing you from dating nor any clauses preventing you from being in a relationship with any of the company artists. So the company has no jurisdiction over the happenings of your personal affairs.
She also mentions how morally, meddling into the personal relationships of their artists reflects poorly on the upholding of the company's core values.
The meeting lasts for another 15 minutes. The managers and executives doing the most, if not all, of the talking. The usually energetic and vocal woman next to you, for the first time you've ever witnessed, is speechless and still unmoving. Just once does she only every look at you, but only after you've finally given up in trying to get a read on her.
Its a short glance, and Jihyo tries to hide any hint of worry on her face as shes still aware of where she is. But its tearing her up inside seeing you like this, wanting so badly to reach over and hold your hand. But she knows its an especially inappropriate time.
Its ultimately decided that the company would handle the noise from the reporters. Continuing in their efforts to negotiate and keep them from going public with any information. Mentions of the legal team sharing contract drafts with the managers to aid negotiations. Mentions of potential need to gear up for lawsuits depending on what happens. And a bunch of other precautionary business tasks that also protect you and Jihyo, but you just dont have the energy to digest any of that right now.
PD-nim reiterates that the two of you should still consider laying low for a while and to take into consideration the tactics he mentioned - at least til the company has quieted the reporters.
The room empties, first with JYP and the executives leaving, then Jihyo and her manager. Your manager turns back to you.
"We have some time before we have to get to your dance practice, do you want to get something from the cafeteria?" Your manager asks softly, knowing that its already been a long and intense morning, and you've so far only had coffee and some water.
You decline, shaking your head, telling her you need some air and will meet her back downstairs in 20 minutes.
-
You've always loved the only tiny JYP building compared to the newer building. Its where you grew up as a trainee and more importantly its where you first met Jihyo.
Though the new building did have an incredible roof top garden with an even more incredible view of the Seoul skyline. You'd much rather be up here than in the cafeteria where who knows whos seen the photos of you and Jihyo, would be watching you.
"Y/N!" Someone calls from behind you.
"We should talk."
-
You try to throw yourself into practice for most of the day. All morning is spent in dance rehearsals and performance blocking with your team. Only pausing for a quick lunch then continuing to rehearse the choreography and blocking with just your managers in your spare time. You somehow manage to get your managers to schedule some last minute vocal training for the rest of the afternoon, some with the help of a coach and the rest on your own, holed up in once of the small practice booths that really only fit on person and their personal bag.
It was roughly around 9 PM when your manager had finally pulled you out of there.
"As much as I love your training ethic, I think you should call it. Its been a long day and you should rest."
She takes you home and magically makes dinner delivery appear immediately after you arrive.
"I cancelled your morning workout and fitting for tomorrow - the styling team has time to push it back to Friday and I think you should take the day off to rest."
That kind of sounds like a nightmare to be stuck at home with all your thoughts, but your manager is never wrong about these things so you agree, and she finally leaves you to eat dinner.
You had kept your phone off for the entirety of the rest of the day to prevent you from checking if anything was popping up about you and Jihyo, so you were nervous to turn it back on. Luckily nothing had come up after a quick scroll and the only messages you had received were from automated package delivery notifications, your parents checking in, and Nayeon in a group chat she made with you and Momo asking if you wanted to try a new neighborhood restaurant she keeps hearing about.
Nothing from Jihyo. No calls either.
Though, if as if she sensed you looking for her, she's walking through your front door - having the code to your apartment for obvious reasons - straight from her own rehearsals with a bag of all your favorite snacks that you really shouldn't be having.
She says nothing at first, but strides over to you at the dining table before tossing the bag of snacks onto the table before pulling you into a hug.
"Im sorry" She says softly, and at first that nearly scares you into thinking the worst until-
"I wanted to look at you in that meeting - to make you feel better - but-" You feel her tremble against you slightly, and you finally wrap your arms around her, patting her back gently. You notice how she hasn't changed out of any of her clothes from her own practice yet.
You remind yourself again that its not just you who's having a hard day. But she also needs comforting.
"It's okay Hyo, I know."
-
"Is it okay for you to be here?" You ask half jokingly but half serious an hour later. After finishing dinner and eating through some of the snacks, the two of you are laying on the couch together.
"I kind of had to get your manager unnie to convince mine into letting me come here...I also have an early schedule tomorrow." She says sheepishly.
"Yah Park Jihyo!" You whine softly, all that hassle after everything in the meeting this morning.
"Its fineeee" She pouts
"I had to make sure you were okay..." Her voice is...small. You can sense her worry coming through.
You look up at her and her eyes tell you everything. She's just as worried as you are. And its different from the worry that introverted Jihyo had when you two were trainees. There's hardly anything grounding her from spiraling. The company has enough money and legal power to shell out these contracts and legal work but still...if news of your relationship gets out, things are going to snowball real fast. And there would be nothing to stop it once it starts.
"It'll...be okay right?" She tries searching your eyes but its you who breaks contact first, turning your face away to rest your head on her chest. Your girlfriends heart beats loudly in your ear. Its scarily a bit erratic.
Wordlessly you nod against her.
I really hope so
-
I made a promise
To distance myself
With your first world tour coming up, you're constantly in rehearsals, training, fittings, and meetings amongst all of the rest of your work schedules. As busy as you've ever been since debut.
It's been a good few weeks since that meeting about yours and Jihyo's relationship. Thankfully there has been no mention of any part of yours and Jihyo's private life, and it seems that the company has been using promotions of your tour and Twice's upcoming projects as a means to distract from potential rumors. Supposedly the company had negotiated with a few reporting journals to get the exclusive on these upcoming promotions in exchange for burying - perhaps destroying? any of the photos they received.
Anyways...at all costs, you're trying to keep busy and out of trouble.
"-we'll have one last meeting about the traveling schedule once we get closer but that's all we have to discuss for today. Thanks everyone!" You sign in relief, thankful this was the last schedule you had for today. You bow to your staff team as their exit the room, staying in place next to your manager as everyone else leaves. It was a rare day you were done with work before the sun had set - still you were exhausted.
"I have to go talk with the styling team about final fittings but I can take you back home after? Do you wanna come with?" Your manager asks as she packs up her things.
"I'll wait for you in the cafeteria. I need caffeine - take your time" She nods in response and the two of you go your separate ways.
You get the biggest iced americano the staff lets you have before looking for a place to sit. Its just around 3 PM so the cafeteria isn't busy. There are a few straggling staff members and what appears to be a handful of trainees littered around the place but its pretty empty. You start to walk towards a table by the window when you feel someone gently grab your arm.
"Whoa hey-" They pull away when you flinch at their touch.
When you see that it's Nayeon, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.
"Wanna come sit with us?" She nods over to the empty corner of tables on the far side of the room where you're met with the sit of Sana and Jeongyeon waving at you.
-
"You look like shit" Jeongyeon says pained, but at least she had given you the chance to get comfy in your chair and given Sana enough time to greet you and offer you some of her meal.
"Jeongyeon-ah!" Sana tuts, smacking her teammates arm. Jeongyeon is probably right regardless, you feel like its been days since you've slept.
"It's okay." You say softly, taking a big sip of your coffee.
"I'm guessing they've been keeping you pretty busy too?" Nayeon asks from next to you.
From her perspective, she hasn't seen or heard from you much in the last couple of weeks. Even though you're both quite busy, you averaged at least a few nayeon / twice member sightings every week. If Jihyo wasn't the leader of her own team, she probably wouldn't have seen much of the girl either.
Your relationship had never been a secret to the Twice members - even when you thought the two of you were the only ones privy to it in the first couple of months being official. As Momo had put it, the two of you were anything but subtle.
"Tour prep and all that." You respond nodding, staring at Sana's bowl of noodle soup in front of you.
"The two of you are going to burn out if they keep you guys going at this pace." Jeongyeon grumbles from across the table.
"I think these things should calm down once your tour kicks off - all the buzz of your first world tour and everything" Sana says thoughtfully. "Thats in two weeks right?"
You nod
"Can you guys still make it?" You had invited them as soon as you got the news of the tour and invited them a second time as soon as your mananger had given you the dates.
"Mina and Tzuyu have oversea schedules unfortunately. And I think Dahyun might have one in America as well..." Nayeon recounts before adding that she'll record some stages so they can see the performances when they get back in.
"Other than that I think the rest of the girls will be there." She nods
"Even...Jihyo?" You've been so busy you hadn't gotten a second to ask and confirm with her. You've either been busy with schedules or rehearsals when you hear from her over texts, and when you've finally had the moment to look at your phone at the end of the day, you're too tired to even respond to anyone.
The air shifts around the four of you. The twice members look amongst themselves for a moment, calculating how to respond.
"It's...up for debate right now." Nayeon finally says
"But she really wants to be there."
-
The first concert of the tour finally comes to an end. You happily end the show bowing hand in hand with your dancers and live band for the stadium. The first night had apparently sold out in minutes, as did the rest of the asia stops to start the first leg of the tour. The shows in North America had sold out within the first day of presales and the other international stops selling out the first day of their respective general sale days. Tonight was a big moment for you, and the only person that could have really made it one of the best nights of your life, wasn't in the audience with the rest of her groupmates.
Once backstage, you thank all of the staff members as you walk through to the dressing room. Stopping short of it to greet all of the guests who had been invited: Close friends and family, Idol friends from other teams in the company and outside of it, some industry producers you've worked with on this album and of course five out of nine members of Twice.
They immediately hype you up for your performance, mentioning parts they liked about the show and making sure to show you some clips and photos they took. Momo mentions how much she enjoyed the choreography and dedication you put into it. Sana commenting on the stage outfits and how hot you looked in them. Amongst all of the other things they noticed and tips and thoughts they had to help you moving forward.
Nayeon notices you're not fully paying attention, eyes shifting between the girls amongst you and everywhere else in the room.
None of the members had seen or heard from Jihyo all day.
-
It's past midnight when you finally make it back to your apartment. Punching in your lock code, you expect to be greeted to a dark entry way. Though you pause when you see the warm light from the living room flooding into the mud room. You barely notice an extra pair of shoes placed neatly next to your pair of house slippers.
"Surprise" Jihyo says softly, standing in the middle of a fully decorated living room, an army of faux tea candles flickering and lighting up the space, balloons in your favorite colors float along the ceiling, dozens of vases with your favorite flowers placed carefully throughout the room, a banner reading "congratulations, love" hung on the wall behind her, a small cake adorned with a candle held delicately in her hands.
You walk towards her, it doesn't feel real, her being here after her last visit a month ago. Her being here after going radio silent all day up until this point.
When you finally stand in front of her, she holds the cake out towards you, urging you to blow out the candles.
"Make a wish" She looks at you hopeful and anticipating.
Closing your eyes, you pause briefly making your wish and extinguishing the candle.
Would this be enough to protect the two of you?
The older girl is quick to put the cake down before pulling you into an embrace. Its the most contact the two of you have had in weeks. Your chin rests on her shoulders and she mirrors your movement. One thing you've cherished the most about your relationship with Jihyo, is the feeling of being close to her like this. Its warm and full of love, you never question her feelings when she holds you close.
"Congrats on an incredible show honey." She coos, rubbing your back.
"You were incredible out there." You feel her soft lips against the base of your neck, they trail up to the underside of your jaw, down your jawline and end with a short but soft peck at your lips.
Jihyo pulls away with a smile, her honey brown eyes staring back into yours with so much love and adoration. Your heart pounds against your chest and suddenly everything that had been troubling you in the last month had dissipated.
"You were there?" You ask in shock, to which she responds with a quiet laugh and a nod.
"I snuck in with some of your team in disguise and parked it at the AV booth." She giggles remembering some of her managers and hair/make-up unnies considering making her wear a fake mustache. But she managed to go unseen in some of your baggy tech crew merch, a mask and an AV head set.
"I was there for your sound check, the whole show and managed to get to out of the stadium with the help of crew and staff immediately after you did your bow." Her chest puffs up slightly with pride. After all these years shes pretty sure she's mastered being hidden in plain sight.
You love her, you're so in love with her. You didn't even know you could love her more and more every time.
Your lips connect with a kiss, your body acting before your brain does. The first moments are soft, savoring the feeling of your lips moving together in perfect tandem. Then something in you takes over, its needy and desperate, maybe because of how longs its been.
You guide her over to the couch before pushing her down to sit, never breaking away from the kiss. The older girl pulls you towards her and you take your position straddling her lap. Jihyo makes quick work of shrugging your jacket off of your shoulders before her hands get lost under your shirt, one caressing your hip and the other finding the latch of your bra.
You pull away slightly, close enough that your noses are touching but far enough to see her eyes. Another kiss and you're stopping to take in the site of the girl beneath you, clothes slightly disheveled and chest heaving.
She looks up at you, patient but noticeably antsy by the way her fingers are grasping the skin under your top.
"I love you." It comes out quieter than you expected. Nearly a whisper, but she hears it. Every you say it, it feels like the first time she's heard it.
"I love you so much Jihyo." Your heart clenches, and you try to hide the sadness in your tone.
She doesn't notice, too consumed in the affection she has for you. She pulls you close again and kisses you.
How could you let all of this go?
-
Two nights before you leave Korea for the rest of your tour stops, Jihyo had come to visit you at home, wanting to have one last dinner before not getting to see you for 3 months. The night ends with the two of you cuddled in your bed, clothes discarded to the side of the room, Jihyo's chest is pressed up against your back, her strong arms snaked around your waist and your legs are tangled together.
"Don't worry about anything here while you're gone." She says after a while
"I know things have been pretty tough these last few weeks, but i'll take care of it all...and things have quieted down already so really there's nothing much to worry about." She trails off
It's true, anything related to your relationship with Jihyo hasn't been brought up by any of your collective staff nor company staff.
Of course, Jihyo doesn't know the real cause of that.
"Just focus on having fun at every show-" Jihyo squeezes your hip
"-try to eat properly" She giggles, knowing very well a lot of the concerts overseas had ended in her team eating cold fast food.
"-try to get lots of rest-" Again, she knows its a difficult feat with all of the traveling. Your eyes close, enjoying the feeling of her fingers combing through your hair.
"and please be safe." Your breathing slows and you turn to face her, desperate to see her and save this memory in your mind.
Jihyo's eyes are focused on yours, slightly red but not glossed over. She offers a sympathetic smile, pushing the hair out of your face before caressing your cheek.
"Ill see you soon." She promises you with determination. You commit that fiery glow of passion in her eyes to memory.
"I love you." She leaves a kiss on your forehead before placing one gently on your lips.
fuck
-
You're thankful your manager booked a late night flight for your Tokyo stop. The flight wasn't full and you were sitting alone in the back of the first class cabin. You were assured that it would be a quiet airport arrival as well.
When the cabin lights dim, you pull the hood of your sweater up. Already feeling salty tears prick your eyes.
Honestly, I didn't think about
How we didn't say goodbye
Just, "See you very soon"
You think back to the night with Jihyo in bed, and it crushes you. Tears stream down your cheeks, beginning to soak into the fabric of your hood.
You've contemplating it over and over for the last month. Even if everything had quieted down, your thoughts were screaming at you. It was too risky to hold on to this relationship, not just for yourself, but for her too. And there are too many people's lives on the line. You couldn't let your love life cause any more collateral damage. There's just too much on the line for everyone.
You weren't just going to let her go, but you were going to subtract yourself from the situation. You had it all arranged with the company and your team. After the tour is over, you'd go on a long hiatus - for some recovery, then it would be announced that your exclusive contract with the company would come to an early end.
It might be unfair to make the decisions for the two of you, but you had to keep your promise to yourself. You had to protect Jihyo and keep her safe. Even if it meant you had to lose everything.
Because you loved her too much to see everything she's worked for lost. You loved her too much.
You loved her so much that you had to let Jihyo go.
Synopsis: Jihyo thinks she’s on the path to being fired after snapping so soon, but things take a turn of events. Instead leading to something much better.
A/N: For the anon who suggested I should do a mohyo rendition of ‘the devil wears prada’ for the characters Miranda (momo) and andy (jihyo) !! even if it’s not super close to tdwp, I hope you enjoy it. </3
(This took so long since I’ve been busy, but I appreciate you waiting. Hoping you like reading)
Banner cred: @uzmacchiato
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It was made clear that employees in the agency were required to dish out their best work.
Momo had just landed a major deal with an extremely renowned high-end brand — promising to have top of the line covers and issues guaranteed by the end of this month — sending even the most experienced designers and writers into a frenzy after hearing the news. And of course Jihyo was no exception, this bit of information was something that sparked Jihyo’s ambition. As a new up and coming writer, she wanted nothing more than to succeed, and this opportunity had success written all over it.
The young Korean woman always had an interest for fashion, and the writing that came along with it. It was her first time landing such a major role in a big company like this. Finally having the chance to execute her life long dream of making it in the industry.
Something she had dreamt of ever since she was little. Writing had always come easy to her, whether that was spending her days locked up in her room writing away, or partaking in local publishing competition’s. It had always been a prevalent part of her life, and her adult hood was no different.
But, she had been made weary, Momo had an impossible plethora of expectations and refused to sugar coat them. The devil they all warned her of was described as was cold, calculating and everything that could be difficult about a person rolled into one — to please her was like trying to get blood from a stone, a damn right impossible quest.
Though, Jihyo wasn’t easily deterred, nor was she one to back down so soon over a few supposed rumours. Despite only being a fairly new employee (that hadn’t quite earned her rank or learnt the ropes). She was simply set on her writing making the cut, and for her work to be submitted as the final draft for this grand operation.
Knowing the task wasn’t going to be a piece of cake, she wanted to prepare for the worst. The worst being Momo’s strict standards.
Jihyo spent that entire evening after work navigating the high street. Singling out trending magazines for reference and stocking up on anything she thought she would need to get her through this week. Juggling bags of supplies — that she herself wasn’t even sure she needed. It was clear to see Jihyo was aiming for perfection, and nothing short of it. This project seemed to be everything to her, and to someone who was used to only writing small columns for newspapers, this was a new, exciting, an everything she could possibly dream of opportunity.
Even during the train ride home, she spent the entire journey jotting down her ideas, taking anything that resided in her peripheral vision as inspiration for her new piece. Doing everything she could in her power to make up a unique and original concept to flock in readers, even outside work hours. Hauling her bags of ‘supplies’, that primarily consisted of shopping she’d been carried away with, to her home.
Shopping or not, she had a tendency of getting carried away. Jihyo had always been a strong headed person, one who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind even if that meant grave consequences, she simply couldn’t help herself. If something felt slightly off or out of order, she wasn’t one to readily ignore it, even if the whole world told her otherwise. This trait was something she tried changing countless times before, but it was too far gone to change.
Until she met Momo.
———
Down the street was her dingy one bedroom flat downtown; a constant reminder of why she was working so hard in the first place. Her uncharted optimism faded as she saw the familiar worn down exterior, it wasn’t a pleasant sight but she would make do.
Jihyo struggled with her keys, before she ultimately dropped her bags to the ground in a stubborn attempt to force her jammed door open. Lazily flopping down on her couch after having to exert unnecessary force just to get into her own home. It was all she could afford with the savings left from her previous job, rent in the city wasn’t cheap, though it was better than nothing. She made an effort to keep it properly maintained, making it look better by ten fold. With a few tweaks it was quite nice on the inside, but that alone didn’t seem to outweigh its problems.
Seeing this, Jihyo took a deep breath, but the small flicker of hope that came from her hard work was enough to keep a smile lit on her face, albeit a small smile. She was sure she was gonna go to that office and present her work proudly, and that thought alone was enough to lull her to sleep.
———
The next day, Jihyo stood at the doorway, a folder of rough drafts clutched firmly under one arm, whilst her fingers nervously fidgeted at the corners of the notebook, unintentionally crinkling the paper. Her other hand hovered, undecided whether to knock or not. The large brass door loomed ahead, its intricate filigree catching the early morning light, and a polished sign that read ‘editor in chief’ . It was exactly where she needed to be.
Yet, the rumors she’d heard still gnawed at her confidence, making her pause a little longer than she had anticipated to.
Though, at last, she knocked.
An exasperated voice followed shortly after, “The door’s open.” Hearing this, Jihyo took this as a sign to enter, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by Momo’s long train of demands; “So for breakfast, I’ve already placed my order and you’re gonna have to pick it up, because they don’t offer delivery, and make me my coffee while you’re at it.” Upon hearing that, Jihyo was left with a dumbfounded expression. It was clear to see she was being mistaken for some run of the mill assistant, not even acknowledging the possibility that she could be the new writer that they had just hired.
“Um…I’m actually here to-,” Jihyo attempted to speak again, before Momo rudely continued her list of demands, “Also, I like my coffee with no sugar just so you know.” The order wasn’t a surprise, a bitter drink for a bitter person seemed fitting, but it was the audacity that still hadn’t settled in Jihyo’s mind.
She stood there collecting her thoughts, her lips parted while her mind raced to construct a new plan that wasn’t the idealistic scenario that helped her fall asleep. “I mean, I could, but I’m here to show you my ideas, my ideas for the big project you set?” The younger woman finally finished, her eyes hopeful in the belief she won’t be dismissed again, going as far as to prepare the coffee as she waited for a response.
The older woman looked up at her again in a moment of ‘ah yes I did say that didn’t I’, and begrudgingly paused the action of her filing her nails. It was the expression of someone who clearly hadn’t anticipated to engage in a conversation this early in the morning. Especially not with someone so bubbly and eager. She took another pause, looking Jihyo up and down once more, though her expression shifted as she really took in her features this time. Jihyo had a good balance of soft and defined, a trait admirable in any face and was hard to ignore.
Leaving even Momo unsure of what her own motives were. To judge her, or check her out, that part was unclear, even on her end, but one thing remained unchanged, and that was her gaze. Her gaze alone that made Jihyo want to dust off her blazer and straighten her posture. Momo had a good poker face that made anyone uncomfortable, which in turn lead to Jihyo having to blurt out a change of topic.
“So… do I start showing them now?”
Momo glanced at the clock and nodded in response, not without rolling her eyes of course, even the prettiest of faces couldn’t change someone within a day. Right?
“Fine show me what you have so far.”
Jihyo smiled politely at the chance, simply enthusiastic to show of the work she spent all evening preparing. Laying out pages upon pages of writing, messy edits etched into them. She was confident her work would result in some sort of praise or admiration but was instead met by a hand tearing the piece she had been most proud of.
“This is a serious project, you do understand right? These ideas are subpar at best and even the handwriting itself is barely legible, and you call yourself a writer?” The disappointment on Momo’s face was evident, emphasised by the dramatic sight of her hand sweeping shreds of paper into the bin. It was clear as day to see the rumours hadn’t been far fetched.
That unjust display left Jihyo in even further utter disbelief, slamming the still hot coffee she had prepared onto the desk in a momentary fit of rage.
It was a small gesture of retaliation. “You could’ve just said it wasn’t what you were looking for-!” She yelled, her tone deflating as continued to hold eye contact, sheepishly wiping the slightly spilt coffee down with a napkin. “Uhh ha sorry about the coffee, but still, you didn’t need to tear it to pieces!”
Jihyo cursed to herself internally, assuming it was one of those moments where she spoke too soon and her words would come back to haunt her.
Momo raised a brow, after her short lived surprise settled down. No one had ever given her a retort in her entire career, let alone a retort yelled at her. Her expression wasn’t clear, no indication of what she was feeling in that moment, causing the shorter women to question her recent outburst even more. Leading her to believe that she was right on track to being fired.
Though that was far from the truth, Momo simply nodded slowly, letting the words process. Jihyo’s outburst proved to her that maybe Jihyo wasn’t as bothersome and eager to please as she expected, and just maybe she was actually someone who this agency needed. Someone who Momo hadn’t sucked the life out of.
Tension hung thick in the air, before a long stretch of silence was broken by a chuckle, then a few more that chained on, being amplified by the baffled expression on Jihyo’s face. “That’s the first time I’ve had someone talk to me like that in a while.” The shorter woman tilted her head in an attempt to find any correlation. “Everyone’s so set on trying to not upset me it gets so boring over the years.” Momo grinned, the first indication of real happiness from this entire interaction, and over the silliest thing? What a surprise.
Which was unexpected, because Momo loved when people listened her, and followed her demands, but something about Jihyo’s feistiness that clashed with her quick apologies made it slightly more endearing.
Suddenly, Jihyo’s worry no longer felt so heavy, as small smile of her own crept back onto her face after hearing the older woman laugh. Despite the shredded bits of work she spent hours on being easily disposed. She couldn’t help but find Momo’s smile a suitable replacement, something about it was so rare, so genuine and so disarming, it mellowed her fiery nature. The idea of making Momo smile had been made out to be impossible, as if the possibility of being eaten alive by her was more tangible.
Both woman feeling something about themselves change.
“And here I thought yelling at my boss would get me fired.” Jihyo added with a nervous chuckle, she wasn’t sure if the smile on Momo’s face was just a glitch in the matrix or not, but what she was really knew was that she was testing the waters now. Whilst simultaneously hoping her light hearted teasing wouldn’t backfire, but it seemed she was safe, for now at least. Momo hadn’t dropped her smirk in the slightest. That was always a good sign from someone like her.
The conversation between them continued, a surprising yet somewhat friendly exchange. A feat deemed impossible by most.
———
Weeks go by and their relationship only grew. Their relationship was different from anyone else in that office. Too close, too intimate that even others had started to notice in things as little as attitude. Momo seemed relatively more patient, well, as patient as someone like her could be that is. But it was enough of a difference that it could be noticed by someone with a keen eye.
From friendly jokes, to small touches that lingered for far too long. Whether it was a hand placed on shoulder with a firm squeeze before departure, or a pair of hands that snuck their way onto the others waist while passing by in a tight space. Insignificant enough to be brushed off as coincidental, but enough for their attraction towards each other to grow.
The very same day they were walking towards Momo’s office after a very long winded meeting. Now caught up in a conversation. A mundane moment of acknowledgment for their changed relationship over the past few weeks, finally addressing the elephant in the room.
Jihyo spoke up first, “You aren’t as strict as you were when you first hired me.” She nudged Momo in the arm, playfully, to emphasise her point.
“Well you’ve gotten somewhat less irritating since we first met.” Momo responded — in her defence, she couldn’t have her indestructible reputation tarnished by some five foot something woman who spoke too much. It was her entire brand after all, a perfectionist with unattainable standards and walls built so high up they were impossible to scale.
But not for Jihyo they weren’t.
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“Less irritating? Oh please you’re just not willing to admit you’ve softened up for me.” Jihyo pressed, wanting Momo to admit she was right. Only to look up and see the Japanese woman’s unamused expression, who if you looked close enough, was obviously trying to hide that tiny smirk that tugged on her lips, a mix of affection and irritation.
And that did something to Jihyo. The obvious restraint behind Momo’s actions made Jihyo want to egg her on even more, to accommodate that strange growing ache between her legs.
Seeing Momo get worked up because of her turned her on beyond belief.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, you’re lucky you’re getting anything decent from me.” Momo added as she twisted the door knob open mid sentence, almost as if ushering Jihyo inside before locking the door with a quick twist. “Trust me I could show you just how strict I could be, hun.” The pet name was a mocking touch to Jihyo’s earlier playful nudging, she knew exactly what Jihyo was trying to do, and she wasn’t one to fall for her little tricks.
Jihyo’s grin grew wider, knowing Momo had caught onto her efforts, given the small steps Momo was taking towards her in order to back her into the desk. But Jihyo simply followed her lead without questioning it, instead testing Momo’s patience in other ways, rather than physical resistance, not that she wanted to resist anyway. “You strict? I bet you don’t even know what that is anymore.”
“Hmm, I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you…”
As soon as Momo murmured that cocky phrase — Jihyo fell back onto the desk with a small thud. The sudden closeness took Jihyo by more surprise than she originally anticipated. And now, she really wasn’t thinking of anything besides how good Momo looked above her. It was a constant reacquiring day dream that had occurred since their first interaction.
But Momo’s mind was completely elsewhere, she finally had Jihyo where she wanted, and that was right below her. Not taking as much time to admire Jihyo as much as she usually would, but she still took her time not being able to help herself. The older woman, gently caressed Jihyo’s cheek, as she leaned forward and held the her down by the shoulders.
Momo’s finger tips were cold to the touch as they gently danced along the Jihyo’s exposed collarbone, resulting in small shiver from the woman laying below her. Making their way back up to brush away any stray hairs that could potentially distract her from her from the mesmerising sight beneath her.
The pads of Momo’s thumbs returned, only to dip into the deepest part of the younger woman’s shoulder blades, memorising every bump and groove of Jihyo’s upper chest. Liking the way Jihyo’s warm bronzed skin felt under her cool pale fingers. A perfect contrast.
Momo’s face edged closer to the point her lips brushed against the curve of Jihyo’s flushed cheek, only to whisper firmly after planting a soft unexpected kiss.
“You want me to prove it, don’t you? You’re painfully obvious you know that right?.” But all Jihyo could do was bite her lip and nod, she finally got what she wanted, and all she had to do was lay back and let everything fall into place.
But boy was she wrong.
The older woman would never let her win so easily.
Bold of her to assume she was gonna get instant release…or any for that matter. Even with Momo’s infatuated gentle caresses. That didn’t mean she would get what she wanted after being so bratty.
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“You’re gonna have to work for it. Don’t ever assume you’ll get away with just running your mouth.” Momo scoffed, her scoff accompanied by pushing her knee between Jihyo’s legs, applying enough pressure to make her squirm, giving her that short term pleasure she desperately craved.
“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jihyo panted, “I never ran my mouth.” She lied, she was more focused on thrusting her hips to gain any sort of friction, rather than continuing her bratty streak or addressing it. Not wanting it to be the factor that made Momo stop that incredible sensation.
Never paying any mind to her shoulders being pinned down, or to how desperate she looked sprawled out on Momo’s desk in broad daylight. Not that she could tell, Momo always had her blinds down.
“Oh please, if you’re gonna lie make it a good one.” Momo seconded by pushing her knee in harder, enjoying the little moans Jihyo was making as she did so.
“Shameless aren’t you? I bet you’re soaking wet to.”
But before Jihyo could protest, Momo lowered her knee and moved her hand under Jihyo’s skirt, tracing along the thin damp cloth that prevented her from going any further. “So predictable.” But Momo’s bold touches stopped there, casually leaning back onto her office chair, deciding now was the time to take back control.
Not without hearing a loud needy whine from Jihyo beforehand.
“C’mere sweetheart, I did warn you’d have to work for it, didn’t I?”
Jihyo nodded in response, her face flushed with arousal, mixed with a pouty lip, but the desperation in her eyes told a different story. “What is it then?” The younger woman huffed, her cheek lying idly on Momo’s lap, her thighs clenched and rubbing together from the absence of pressure that was caused by the older woman’s knee. In hopes that whatever the task was, it wouldn’t delay her own neediness any longer.
But Jihyo never got a response, she was instead met by the sight of Momo unraveling the belt around her hips and spreading her legs ever so slightly. Faint blush tethered Momo’s cheeks to as Jihyo’s desperate expression turned more into something like hunger, but no matter how attractive the women knelt before her looked it, didn’t stop her from from saying her first command.
“I want you to eat me out first.” Momo finished, grabbing a fitful of hair that forced Jihyo to look up at her. Taking a finger and tracing it along Jihyo’s lip. “You do that without touching your self and you’ll get to come as many times as you want, got it.” Jihyo nodded again, suspiciously quick, her mouth open as Momo continued to toy with her bottom lip, unaware of the drool dribbling down her chin.
“You heard me. Wipe the drool of your chin and get to it.”
And Jihyo wasted no time, forgetting her own dripping wetness in favour of doing whatever the Japanese woman wanted. One thing she loved more than letting Momo take control, was doing whatever Momo asked her of, and this was no different.
Instantaneously, being hit by the sweet scent of Momo’s slick as she kissed along her thigh, trying to be sweet about it despite Momo’s rough grip in her hair, a shared moan between them as she pushed her tongue along the entrance of Momo’s pussy.
“F-fuck.” Momo spread her legs further, getting carried away by the way Jihyo’s tongue lapped eagerly, the flexibility of her tongue taking her by surprise. Mumbling short-breathed curses as her other hand, that wasn’t already in Jihyo’s hair, gripped at the chair. Her brows furrowing as she tried to keep control of the situation.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good.”
As that raspy breathless sound left Momo’s mouth, it drew the younger woman’s attention back to her own heat between her thighs, but not enough to divert her tongue from curling any faster.
Despite Momo’s warnings, Jihyo found herself pushing her panties aside, the throbbing need that nagged at her core became too unbearable for her to ignore. Slowly inserting a singular finger, curling it in a rigorous and unrhythmic manner after adjusting to hit the perfect spot.
And so, the room echoed with small moans, Momo’s from the pure ecstasy from how surprisingly skilled Jihyo’s tongue was, and Jihyo’s from how there was no longer an aching emptiness between her thighs — and the sweet peachy taste in her mouth.
Momo, too entranced by the sensation hitting her clit she could only squeeze her eyes shut and buck her hips at the pace of Jihyo’s tongue, her juices flowing down the younger woman’s chin and then to her chest, glazing her tanned breasts. Adding a subtle glow when paired with the dim office light. A final touch to the perfect perkiness they already had.
Momo could only moan and grunt louder as felt her stomach tightening, mixed with the sound of Jihyo’s own moans. Who was now inserting a second finger as she felt Momo clench around her tongue, steadying herself with a hand on Momo’s inner thigh, rubbing a comforting thumb on her pussy to soothe the Japanese woman’s nerves.
Earning a small satisfactory whimper from Momo that in turn made her speed up the pace of her own fingers buried deep inside of herself. Causing Jihyo’s entire body to tense up, her knees no longer supported her weight as she came down heavy. Momo’s head had also fallen back unanimously, shaking slightly as she slumped back in her own chair. Gasping as her senses finally came back.
Pulling Jihyo into her lap with a messy, uncoordinated kiss, tasting herself as she slipped her tongue in and held the younger woman’s face with surprisingly careful hands. Only momentarily pulling back to catch her breath.
“Baby that was so-.” Momo paused her praise, her hand no longer caressing Jihyo’s soft locks, instead taking a moment to take in and acknowledge the additional wetness to her own. Far beyond arousal but was dripping down onto her leg exactly where Jihyo was sat.
And suddenly the Korean woman’s equally loud moans made sense.
“You had one rule, and that was to not touch yourself.” Momo’s voice growing eerily calm, making Jihyo sheepishly bury her face into the older woman’s neck, nipping at her jaw as a last resort distraction to get herself out of trouble.
“Answer me.” Momo warned, her hand blocking Jihyo from nuzzling her face back into her neck to avoid the question.
“You did, but it got so unbearable and-.” Was all Jihyo could muster before getting cut off. Knowing she was done for now.
“You want me to be strict but can’t even listen when I give you a simple instruction?” Momo huffed, brushing her hair back as it stuck together on her forehead — caused by sweat from her previous orgasm — though still looking incredibly hot whilst doing so. “Go back to the desk, we’ll figure it out from there.” Pinching the bridge of her nose and she steadied Jihyo onto her feet.
But, Jihyo could only smile like a pervert the entire way there.
To her, it was only going to get better.
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Momo emerged from the small storage room connected to her office. Her hair now tied up in a pony tail, with the sleeves of her white button down rolled up 3/4 of the way and left open to bring back down her body temperature. A gorgeous black-lace bra beneath the button up accentuating her chest perfectly paired with matching panties. But that wasn’t it — a rather large silk pouch that was set aside.
She looked back up and saw Jihyo swinging her legs off the desk, her cheeks still undeniably flushed and frayed baby hairs sticking to her face. Looking almost sweet enough to have mercy on.
Almost.
“Hands behind your back.” Momo ordered, taking the tie that was once slumped around her shoulders and tying it firmly on Jihyo’s wrist. “If you can’t keep your hands out your pants for a second, maybe this will help.”
With a quick precise movement, Jihyo was face down ass up on Momo’s desk, a humiliating yet arousing position. Only able to shuffle slightly to get herself comfortable, no longer having the assistance of her own hands. Though she didn’t mind considering the ‘consequences’ that were coming.
“You wanted to come, we’ll see how many time you can do that before you can’t walk anymore.” Momo mocked, a tiny smug chuckle followed by her gripping the younger woman’s ass and lifting the pouch back up.
Inside was a strap, roughly 8-9 inches with a thick circumference. Jihyo’s eyes widened at the sight, but her legs squeezing together gave her away. Her breath hitched as she felt the silicone tip teasing her folds, whimpering at the way Momo would press harder each time but would never go fully in.
“Beg and it might just happen.”
Still not satisfied by her own fingers, Jihyo couldn’t help but comply instantly, being embarrassed by begging was the least of her worries when she was positioned like this. “Please, please I’ll-.”
Before she could finish, Momo thrusted in, her habit of shutting Jihyo up mid sentence didnt stop, even in moments like these. The older woman’s hand settled firmly on the small of her back as she moaned loudly, the sound different to when Jihyo had used her own fingers, the pace more rhythmic, yet purposeful.
“That’s it, just take what I give you.” Momo whispered. Quickening her thrusts every time she felt Jihyo clench around the strap tighter, moans and whines blended with the wet sound eliciting from her pussy. Jihyo’s legs trembling to keep herself up right as she felt her first climax coming.
“We’ve barely even started, don’t tell me you’re gonna drop.”
Momo dug her manicured nails into Jihyo’s back, strap sinking in deeper as Jihyo arched and squirmed at her first climax. Whining Momo’s name as went slack against the desk, her legs trembling from cumming but also having to support herself with only her legs whilst bent over.
Still out of breath, Jihyo could barely form anything coherent beyond the sweet sounds she had been making prior, her brain fuzzy with pleasure and the ache in her legs. “Could I atleast lie on my ba-.”
“No.” Momo responded flat out. “If it were that bad you’d have drop by now, and I said we’d stop when you couldn’t stand.” Her tone gentle with an underlying sense of condescension, taking no time to reposition herself, hips bucking back in. “You’re standing, no? You could’ve stopped, but you haven’t.” Momo pointed out.
“But-.”
“But, it just shows how desperate you are sweetheart.” Was all the Japanese woman needed to say before resuming her firm thrusts, fucking Jihyo deeply. Kissing along her back, her lips grazing the younger woman’s ear. “You can do this, it’s all up to you.” Was all should could say before Jihyo came again, this time harder, her stomach not tensing the same but the affect wasn’t any less. The same pitched moan, and the desk more coated.
This time Jihyo’s knees finally buckled, Momo’s arm eloping her just in time. Hugging from the back as she peppered kisses on her shoulder.“Too good…” Jihyo mumbled, too consumed by Momo hugging her tightly, her legs numb from standing and the immense pleasure.
But it was perfect.
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a/n: i feel like I make literacy rates drop whenever I write smut LMAO…😥 (but to be ‘cringe’ is to be free) but I also got a tad lazy at the end
idk if anyone reads these a/n’s but it’s fun rambling
I’m very allergic to proof reading so take any mistakes with a grain of salt but I’m also allergic to making mistakes so I hope not
