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#7 for smutty prompts: spying on/walking in on their partner touching themself
ship: zoemira
contains: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni), zoe fingering herself, mira catching her, semi-public, dirty talk, implied oral for zoey at the end, humiliation kink, not proofread
note: yes. I indeed see the vision. everyday. at night. all the time
mira. mira. mira.
that’s all on zoey’s mind as she lays on the stiff couch in the dressing room, face smooshed into the cushion and ass sticking up. two of her fingers jut in and out of her hole, sloppy and excited. that’s something mira always mocks her for, tone low and mouth twisted in a smirk.
zoey is always so eager.
all day, she had been painfully horny. the undergarments of her costumes kept making her wince everytime they went taut over her clit, the sight of mira shamelessly checking her out in the uber made her toes curl, and the way the older member called her “good girl” after she successfully nailed a note was imprinted in her brain. maybe she’s ovulating, she doesn’t really know. she tends to get blurry with her internal schedule during tour months.
but, what does manage to blast at her, sharp and sure, is just how achingly horny she is.
she bites at the scratchy material of the couch. she only has a few minutes to get herself off before they need to make their way backstage. somehow, by pure luck alone, she had gracelessly managed to get herself out of sound check, saying she had some nerves she had to deal with on her own. both rumi and mira had exchanged reluctant stares, but had agreed to give zoey a minute to herself. as the door had closed, mira had watched zoey through the thinning gap.
that direct stare, the way mira caught onto everything – it’s now seared into zoey’s mind as she touches herself, wet squelches ringing from her pussy. that kind of focus was there every single time mira used her strap, her fingers, her mouth, anything, to get zoey off. and it made up for at least a quarter of zoey’s pleasure.
it’s why missionary or riding was her favourite position, after all. the way mira would stare at her with hazy, satisfied eyes, leaning back and coaxing zoey to rut against her – it was singlehandedly the most embarrassing yet arousing thing zoey every experienced.
she squeezes her eyes shut as her mind runs through all kinds of memories, the tips of her fingers beginning to stroke at her g-spot. the intense pleasure spreading through her hole has her eyes squeezing shut, small little gasps puffing from her mouth. just a little more, and she’ll be sated. she’ll be good.
such a good girl for me, zoey.
god.
“please, please, mira,” she mumbles, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth. “please let me come, I need it, I need it.”
she can feel it all. mira’s long fingers digging into her ass. mira coaxing her into babbling more for her release. mira’s smooth lips trailing up her neck.
mira. mira. mira.
“made a bet with rumi you’d be up to no good, but I didn’t think it’d be this.”
zoey releases a choked out gasp, her eyes flying open. pure, unadulterated shock zaps through her, making her entire stomach drop.
mira is right there. arms crossed, hip jutted out, a soft smile curling at her lips.
hot, coiling humiliation snakes through zoey, making her face immediately flush bright pink. it’s not like her body on display like this is something mira hasn’t seen. she has seen it, again and again and again. (the notion only makes the burn travel to her ears.) but, being caught like this? zoey’s never been in this position, and under mira’s wandering gaze, which is roving along the shape of her ass, she feels her pussy clenching tighter on her fingers.
it’s so bad, so embarrassing, but god, she’s so needy and is desperate to come.
“m-mira, please,” she whispers, beginning to rock her fingers back inside of herself.
her girlfriend’s eyes darken, and it takes only a split second before she’s sauntering over to the coffee table, legs unabashedly splaying open as she sits on the edge.
“don’t let me stop you. keep going.”
zoey chews on her bottom lip, slowly making her way back to the pace she was at before the interruption. her tummy tenses with both arousal and the weight of mira’s stare, which keeps skimming along the bare half of zoey’s body, occasionally pausing at the movements of her slick fingers.
“so much for our innocent maknae, huh? getting off right before our show like this.”
zoey sobs softly, tongue hanging out as her fingers continue jerking into her tight hole. mira knew zoey better than zoey knew herself. she knew exactly what buttons to push, and what would bring zoey equal measures humiliation and relief – a type of dirty talk zoey hadn’t even realized she’d like until the first time her and mira were intimate and she came thirty seconds into being fingered.
“c’mon, faster,” mira drawls, her rough voice scraping against zoey in a way that’s just right. “unless your plan was to run out on stage with your pussy a complete mess?”
“no, no, please, I’ll clean up,” zoey whines, deep tingles running through her pussy and making her push her ass up. “I’ll be good.”
“I know, I know,” mira coos, her lips twisted in pure, molten mischief.
zoey watches with glossy eyes as her girlfriend slowly stands to her tall, looming length, slowly making her way to the armrest closest to zoey’s backside.
zoey gasps loudly when mira’s hands dig into the globes of her ass, spreading her out, hot breath hitting the cool wetness drenching her fingers.
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I'll be picturing Sana on your latest SaHyo fic with her looks on the Lenina photoshoots/collections. Something about the brand makes Sana look so girlfriend/wife material, so homey, casual, reachable and real.
anon you are SO right omg thank you for this. and i know you probably mean the winter collection one but i love the spring collection pics a lot
HADES 2 EARLY ACCESS 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 Hope you're enjoying it I'm losing my mind cause somehow the game is even more fun than the first like 😭
- hades enjoyer anon
omg the way it took me so long to see this ask im so sorry 😭 BUT WOOOOOO EARLY ACCESS 🎉🎉🎉 im not playing it myself but ive watched gameplay of it and it looks so cool, i cant wait for it to officially release
damn i missed my own one year anniversary of posting on ao3, but better late than never i guess?? just wanted to take the time to say happy anniv to my humble first fic and multichap, it’s so crazy to think it’s been a year since i first started writing fanfic :’) i really hope to write more soon, and to catch up on people’s writing on here 🫶🏼
easter drabble for domestic nahyo coming earlier than i expected... i really wanted to write this!
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jihyo had a serious problem.
she had to get things done, but she couldn't stop looking over at jisoo. her baby was quietly watching cartoons in the living room, nayeon there with her blowing up balloons — which jihyo and nayeon were afraid of, but kids loved them. jisoo loved them. as moms, they had to bear it for their kid.
what caught jihyo's attention was the silly bunny headband she'd bought for jisoo. she remembers buying it for the kids, and then nayeon insisted that they should get bigger ones for themselves. jihyo was against wearing it, thinking it was stupid, knowing jeongyeon and momo would tease them for it.
but they ended up getting the adult sized ones anyway, because jihyo couldn't have a pouting nayeon next to her through the entire day.
jisoo looked adorable wearing the bunny ears, even more so because she wore an outfit to match the theme. jihyo, who was supposed to be hiding chocolate eggs in the house and writing clues for the kids to find, just stopped by the hall and watched her kid eat breakfast fondly, jisoo looking a lot like nayeon despite being the spitting image of her.
"hey! have you done 'the thing' yet?!" nayeon calls her out, using a code for jisoo not to understand what jihyo should be doing.
"still need to write the clues," jihyo shrugs. now that she's been discovered, she walks over to the couch, bringing jisoo to her lap. "hey, bunny."
"mom-my," jisoo mumbles separately, mouth full of bread, and jihyo only has to look at her firmly for the baby to understand she should finish chewing before talking. "mama said..." she sips on juice. "momo and wannie are coming!"
jihyo knows that the 'momo' jisoo refers to is mobeom and not momo, her friend of years. jisoo had a hard time pronouncing mobeom when she was starting to learn how to talk, so the 'momo' she used to babble when she was an even tinier baby prevailed.
"they are, baby," jihyo smiles, using her thumbs to clean the bread crumbs on jisoo's cheeks. "aunties dahyun and mina are coming too."
jihyo wants to say that tzuyu and sana would be there as well because jisoo loves them, but nayeon doesn't know and she should only know when they were already there, or close enough. nayeon didn't like sana, still sulking about the fact that sana kissed jihyo back in high school days, when they were young, innocent and absolutely baby-free.
nayeon reminds she had broken up with jihyo at the time, something they did frequently when they were teenagers, because the both of them are the epitome of stubbornness. after getting married they never fought, but before they did, breaking up or not talking to each other was the usual.
nayeon never once looked for someone else during the maximum of 2 days they'd stay away from each other, and neither did jihyo. but one time sana kissed jihyo in one of those momentarily breakups and nayeon never forgot about it, keeping her hatred towards sana even after marrying jihyo and making a baby with her.
jihyo was still friends with sana, so nayeon was forced to hang out with her, especially at holidays or when they decided to have a night without the kids. nayeon knew sana was married now, but the fact that sana never apologized made her sulk even more.
as it was easter, jisoo's favorite holiday after christmas, jihyo guessed nayeon would just have to eat it up. and if nayeon did get upset, jihyo knew exactly what to do to make things better. it wasn't something she was worrying about.
"can i play with the baby this time?" jisoo asks jihyo, pouting. the last time she saw her aunties, jihyo showed her mina's growing tummy and jisoo was perplexed by the fact that her little friend couldn't come out and play with her.
"not yet, baby." jihyo answers, unable to stop smiling, wanting to smother jisoo's chubby cheeks with kisses. "it will take a while until the baby grows. you'll have to be patient, baby. like beom and wannie were when they waited for you."
"but if the baby takes too long, i could grow before i get to play with them!" jisoo whines, worrying she wouldn't be able to play with the baby.
"oh, soo, you won't grow that fast." jihyo reassures her, patting jisoo's head fondly.
"i'm done!" nayeon grunts and throws the last remaining balloon somewhere else. she would ask jeongyeon and momo to make them look nice later when they arrived. her lungs were hurting and she was too afraid to blow up another balloon, so her task was deemed completed.
"you should go and take a shower." jihyo tells her, jisoo eating more of her bread as she relaxes on jihyo's lap and goes back to watching her cartoon. "i'll finish writing the thing and wait for the girls."
"but i already showered!" nayeon says, not wanting to leave the comfort of the couch.
"you washed your face in the morning. that wasn't taking shower." jihyo counters, waiting for nayeon to get up and get herself clean. "im nayeon..."
nayeon sighs deeply and gets up. "fine, woman." she walks away, mumbling a few words to express her frustration.
"i heard that!" jihyo laughs.
"of course you did!"
"beom has something for you." momo says as soon as she arrives. jeongyeon and kyungwan went straight to jisoo while momo and mobeom stopped at the entrance.
"mom!" mobeom hides behind momo, jihyo laughing softly. he had always been like that around her and his other aunties.
"what did my favorite nephew bring me?" jihyo asks, making sure to reinforce that mobeom was her favorite, knowing he was shy around her. he was like that with jeongyeon too, if his mom decided to treat him like a baby despite him strongly denying he was one.
"give it to her, beom," momo brings him out, the kid shyly offering jihyo a small bag.
"it's just chocolate, auntie." mobeom tries to sound casual, as if he hadn't picked it especially for her.
"oh, thank you, baby!" jihyo smiles and bends down, kissing the boy's forehead briefly. "i love it!"
momo rolls her eyes at the way her son flushes, tapping his shoulder so he could go see jisoo. "that was expensive, you owe me one." she whispers to jihyo.
"i owe you nothing!" jihyo huffs. "it's not my fault your kid loves me," she brags, her voice low enough so that only the two of them could hear it. "can you keep an eye on soo? i'll go check up on nayeon."
"jihyo, it's easter..." momo starts, her head going to places.
"momo- i'm not going to do anything like that!" jihyo slaps momo's arm away. "i'll just go grab something and make sure she took a shower."
"oh, i know what you want to grab," momo squints. "don't take long!"
jihyo shakes her head and goes straight upstairs, thinking about what nayeon has been saying for months. mobeom makes jihyo understand the reason why nayeon keeps asking for another baby — nayeon wants a boy this time. she wouldn't be mad if they had another girl, of course not, but it would be interesting to raise a kid like mobeom. the opposite to jisoo in personality.
trying not to think about the possibility of getting pregnant again, leaving it for another time, jihyo steps into her room. nayeon was putting on a shirt, looking decent and clean. jihyo makes her way to her, hugging nayeon and planting a kiss on her cheek.
"they're here." jihyo spots the bunny headbands and grabs them, putting it on herself and on nayeon. "i feel like an intruder between you and soo."
"what do you mean?" nayeon laughs, arms around jihyo's waist.
"you both have the bunny teeth." jihyo pouts. "not fair."
"not all bunnies have big teeth." nayeon tries to comfort her.
"they do, nayeon. all of them." jihyo sighs, shaking her head. "you're lucky i love you."
"i am." nayeon smiles, clueless to the fact that jihyo had just called her a fool, in softer words.
jihyo just hugs nayeon for a moment, thinking of a good way to tell her that sana was coming. nayeon kisses the top of her head, the bunny ears poking her face but she didn't mind it.
"dahyun and mina are nearby," jihyo starts, her voice getting softer after each syllable. "sana and tzuyu too..."
nayeon pulls away from the hug the moment she hears the name 'sana'. jihyo looks at her innocently, nayeon feeling betrayed, reminiscing what she felt years ago, when sana told her she'd kissed jihyo with the smuggest smile she'd ever seen.
"what?!" nayeon squeals loudly, her face flushing with anger. "you invited her?"
jihyo hugs nayeon calmly, her head on nayeon's shoulder. "she's our friend."
"the last time she was here, she pulled me over a corner in our own house and told me she didn't regret kissing you!" nayeon huffs out, jihyo having to mash her lips together, not wanting to laugh at her.
"she was just playing with you," jihyo replies. "and she didn't kiss kiss me. i've told you a thousands of times, it was just a peck! a very friendly one."
"so friends give each other kisses now?"nayeon asks and jihyo pulls her face away to look at her. the silly bunny ears made it difficult to take nayeon seriously, and nayeon knew jihyo was about to laugh. "what if i kissed jeongyeon? she used to have a crush on me but we're friends today, just like you and sa-"
"nayeon," jihyo calls her, interrupting her wife. "i'm married to you. i'm your wife and you are mine. there's no reason for us to fight over something we've already talked about."
"i'm sorry." nayeon looks down, holding jihyo's waist tenderly. "i just don't like that her lips touched yours."
"we can't change the past." jihyo holds nayeon's cheek, laughing softly this time at the way nayeon worded it. "but i will tell her to stop teasing you. i know your heart can't handle it," jihyo coos, nayeon huffing when jihyo sounds just as teasing as sana.
"but it really can not handle it." nayeon mutters, bringing jihyo closer for a kiss. "can you wear this at night?" she touches jihyo's bunny ears.
jihyo answers with a giggle.
mina was close to her due date, so she stayed on a chair for the most part, dahyun too worried with the kids running across the backyard and inside the house to let her walk around. it was better that way, preventing bad things from happening.
"we're thinking about having kids," sana says.
nayeon hugged jihyo possessively and started following her around like a security guard the moment sana arrived. momo went to help jisoo find and read the clues so she could participate on the egg hunt and jeongyeon stayed with the other adults.
"we don't know which one of us will carry the baby, but," tzuyu holds sana's hand. "we're already looking for a donor."
"that's great news!" jihyo smiles, tapping nayeon's knee for her to say something nice too. what nayeon says is barely audible, so jihyo just keeps talking. "just don't get twins."
jeongyeon throws an empty soda can on jihyo, nayeon protecting her successfully and throwing it back at jeongyeon.
"leave my kids alone!" jeongyeon groans. "i bet you wish you had twins."
"i doubt that," nayeon mumbles, caressing jihyo's shoulder with her palm. "i've been trying to convince her to have another baby and she doesn't want it."
"it's not that i don't want it," jihyo sighs, shaking her head. "we're not talking about this now." she finishes.
momo comes back right in time, the twins behind her and jisoo on her lap, both of them sweaty, momo a tad bit traumatized after siding with the most competitive kid she'd ever seen, going against her own kids.
beom and kyungwan had an advantage, as they could read. jisoo could not, so momo had to step in. she was the best choice in that case because, as her friends told her, she didn't have the competitive spirit so it would be fair if she sided with jisoo.
she just never thought she'd be bossed around by a three year old. but jisoo made it happen.
"i won, mommy!" jisoo shakes her little legs, trying to hop off of momo's lap. momo places her on the ground and she goes running to jihyo, using her shirt to carry the candies, some of it falling as she ran towards her mom. "i got more chocolate!"
jihyo feels the stares. all eyes were on her, even nayeon seemingly judging her for creating a competitive little monster, but she feels proud, not a single bit ashamed. but, although she's proud of jisoo's inherited greed for winning, she's still a mom. the competitiveness had to be corrected early, or else jisoo would be a sulky loser when she grew up, just like jihyo herself.
jihyo cleans her throat, hiding her smile. "there's no winning on this game, babygirl. but i'm so proud of you for finding this much!"
"that's okay! auntie momo helped too!" jisoo smiles toothily, putting all the chocolate she got on the table, one by one. "can't eat all of this," jisoo mutters and looks at the twins, who didn't get much. "we can share!"
"she's better than you." nayeon teases jihyo, poking her waist with her finger, jihyo too shocked at her daughter's kindness to manage out an answer. jisoo definitely didn't get that from her, or nayeon.
"jihyo," momo calls, sitting next to jeongyeon. "forgot to say but you look silly with the bunny ears."
jeongyeon laughs loudly. "i was going to say that!"
jihyo pouts, hugging nayeon, face on her chest, jeongyeon and momo giggling when the ears poke nayeon's face.
"why do they only bully me? you're wearing it too." jihyo whines into her chest.
nayeon squints at the problematic duo. "they're just jealous, baby. don't mind them."
at night when jisoo was fast asleep, instead of cleaning the house, nayeon drags jihyo to their room.
"you... you're so sexy with this thing," nayeon lets out, breathless, sitting on the edge of the bed with her shorts around her ankles, boxers down by her thighs, already buried inside jihyo.
"p-pervert." jihyo clasps a hand over her own mouth, muffling her moans, nayeon hitting incredibly deep. her own hips moved back and forth, helping both of them out by riding nayeon in time with her thrusts.
"don't lie." nayeon grips her waist firmly, licking her lips at the way jihyo's covered tits bounced with each harsh thrust. jihyo didn't have time to take her shirt off before nayeon pulled her shorts down and her panties to the side, sticking her cock in quickly. "i feel you clenching when i call you my bunny."
"s-stop it!" jihyo punches nayeon's shoulders, making nayeon's torso fall to the bed. "just cum already. we need to c-clean the mess downstairs."
"m'kay," nayeon grunts softly, her cock coated with jihyo's slick. she clearly wasn't the only one enjoying it. "coming!"
jihyo rubs her clit, following nayeon and spilling all over the older's shaft. nayeon holds her down, making sure jihyo didn't move until she filled her up with every last bit of her seed, gasping for air, heart beating too fast.
"such a horndog," jihyo teases, trying to catch a breath herself.
"can't help it." nayeon replies weakly, eyes heavy. "can we clean up the house tomorrow?"
