mars

21 | he/him | lesbian | rpf

[tw230709]

Intro

Hey I'm Mars. I'm a trans masc lesbian that's a little too deep into twice.

I'm going to be using this as a place to put writing that edges a bit more on nsfw and shorter works. I tend to write a bit on the slower side and this will mostly be for side works, much more active on my ao3 below.

Currently taking reqs/coms for some shorter stuff so if you have any ideas feel free to send!

I'm also on twitter and ao3

minors and cis men dni

what I write:

I like to write fluff, angst, and am open to nsfw. Open to gp, a/b/o and other things that may get mentioned in future works.

what I will not write:

dubcon/noncon, age play/regression, incest, and x reader.

And that's all i can think of, so thank you for reading. Take care!

[butchyeons]

hi again! i’m here to post something literally nobody on here asked for that started as a joke on twitter and turned into a very quick drabble that i wrote in the post-concert haze this morning. so. enjoy that

or rather an untitled 3mix piss kink drabble… lmfao

tags/warnings: piss, omorashi, kinda rough sex, verbal humiliation/degradation, edging. nayeon bullying tf out of jihyo in the backseat while jeongyeon drives them home, some soft aftercare. also it’s written in lapslock and i didn’t really edit it too much so 😭 there’s that, too

this kink isn’t for everyone so srsly read at your own risk!! if you stay, i hope you enjoy! tysm for all the support as always :3c

minors and cishet men dni.

jihyo actually thought she was somehow going to die from embarrassment. and pain, too- but mostly the pure and utter embarrassment from that entire situation. her whole body felt like it was on fire; both from the fact that she just ran around on stage for a solid three hours, and now from the way nayeon’s hand had slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants, resting right on top of the place she needed it the most.

… and, well, from the fact that her bladder fully felt like it was about to explode right there in the backseat of jeongyeon’s car.

“you really wore a thong that entire time?” nayeon’s voice was dreadfully chirpy right next to jihyo’s ear, condescending in the way she absolutely loathed. “no wonder you’re all worked up. were you expecting something when we got home?”

“unnie.” jihyo’s tone was flat- a warning more than a challenge. not that it mattered, really; it wasn’t like it was capable of stopping nayeon from teasing her. “i’m serious, i can’t- you’ve gotta stop.”

but nayeon didn’t budge. instead, she just scoffed. “what?” she asked, leaning in and taking she shell of jihyo’s ear between her teeth, biting down just briefly before running her tongue against it to soothe the ache. “something wrong, baby?”

jihyo could only let out the most pathetic whimper in response, twitching as nayeon’s fingers pressed into her even harder. jihyo could feel how swollen her clit was just based on how nayeon was practically pinching it between her index and middle fingers through that incredibly thin, stupid piece of fabric she called underwear. so much for giving the two of them a treat when they got to their apartment. it was soaked already- and if nayeon kept was she was doing up, it wouldn’t just be by jihyo’s wetness.

the whole situation was beyond fucking stupid. jihyo was going to spend the night with her two closest friends in their dumb apartment, and, like, sure- she absolutely wanted to get railed, that was the point of her asking. that, and the fact that jihyo always got clingy after they finished concerts, always needed to blow off that extra steam… sex just happened to be her favorite method, and they were both well aware that, were more than happy to have her over. there was always a spot for jihyo in nayeon and jeongyeon’s home.

but then nayeon got in a mood. and then she kept making jihyo chug water on stage. and then jeongyeon insisted on trying to beat the traffic out of the arena by leaving as soon as humanly possible, which meant jihyo barely had any time to change out of her outfit before she was being tugged off to the car, let alone get a chance to stop for a bathroom break. jeongyeon would never admit that she was just as much a part of the problem as nayeon was, but, she didn’t have to. right then, jihyo was wishing she’d asked to stay with sana, instead. but it was too late. they were stuck in the bumper to bumper traffic right after their own fucking concert.

“j-jeongyeon-ah.” jihyo gasped out, trying to get the older woman’s attention as nayeon started to rub tight circles into her cunt, slow and methodical. she could already feel the ache in her abdomen, the threat of a release inching closer with each movement. “you’ve- tell her to stop. please, jagi.”

jeongyeon only glanced up, locking eyes with jihyo in the rearview mirror. she looked tired, like she always did after a concert, even more so right then since she got hurt. there wasn’t an ounce of care left, it seemed. she only cut jihyo a look.

“not my place.” she grumbled, focusing back on the road, her hand tightening on the steering wheel. jihyo couldn’t see the smirk on her lips, but it was as clear as day when she spoke, though. “you’re the one who got in the backseat with her.”

god, of course, it was useless. she didn’t know what she expected. it wasn’t like either of them would ever pass up an opportunity like this.

“she’s right, jihyo-ssi.” nayeon cooed, pressing a kiss against the heated skin of jihyo’s cheek. her whole body felt like a fucking radiator, right then, warmness blooming all the way down to her bones. nayeon was loving every second of it. “you wanted this, after all. tell me you did.”

but there was just no fight left in jihyo, either.

“i did, unnie.” where she would’ve normally made some biting remark to try and put nayeon in her place, like a little lion cub trying and failing to scare off another predator, she couldn’t. each passing second in that position only made her mind feel like it was wondering further and further away. “i wanted this so fucking bad- but- ah, i can’t hold-”

“you can.” nayeon cut her off, firmly. “you can and you will hold it. or else you can sit in it the whole way home.”

the sound that escaped jihyo then was something between a moan and a cry, a metaphorical knife being pressed into her gut the moment nayeon decided to- finally- pull her thong aside, easily sinking two fingers down into jihyo’s soaked entrance. it felt as good as it did awful, pain and pleasure smacking into jihyo like a fucking brick as nayeon scissored her fingers a few times, a burning stretch opening her up before she started to thrust them, giving jihyo no time to actually adjust.

“unnie- nayeonie- please.” jihyo’s head fell back against the seat, one of her hands practically clawing at her seatbelt for leverage, the other one tight around nayeon’s knee. “please- i can’t- i can’t even think-” a harsh thrust cut her off, timed perfectly with a bump in the road, making the tightness in jihyo’s stomach all the more worse. “fuck, you’re so mean!”

“you poor thing.” nayeon whispered, pressing another kiss to jihyo’s cheek. it felt as gentle as it did destructive. “yah, jeongyeonie,” she looked up, then, not even giving jihyo the time of day as she bullied her fingers into her over and over again, the wetness making the most disgusting sound echo out in the backseat of the car. “our dumb little baby’s a wreck.”

jihyo felt like her head was spinning, like all the air had been sucked right out of her lungs and replaced by lead- solid and stinging. she took in a harsh breath, doing whatever she could to just ground herself, to focus on not letting go before nayeon told her to, on not ruining jeongyeon’s nice leather car seats. it wouldn’t be the first time, but, still. this whole thing was just beyond humiliating.

“i bet she is.” jeongyeon mumbled, too busy trying to make sure they didn’t get in an accident. she’d always been too damn good at focusing on literally anything else while jihyo got ruined. “damn shame i can’t see it myself.”

“oh, maybe we should make her keep her pants on while she cleans up her mess later? that way we both get a nice view.” nayeon said with a wild cackle, grinning ear to ear as she sped her thrusts up. “wouldn’t you like that, jihyo-yah?”

“yes-” jihyo didn’t even try to hide it anymore. it wasn’t like she really could, anyways. “yes, please, unnie.” there were tears in her eyes, a few steadily streaming down her cheeks, by then. the pressure was too much for her body to bear, and she was practically jumping each time nayeon fucked those long, bony fingers back into her, pressing right up against that one spot that made her see pure white each time it was touched. “ruin me- need you to tell me how- fuck, how gross i am- both of you- please.”

“such a good girl. so fucking nasty.” nayeon’s mouth was suddenly on her own, her tongue swiping across her lips before it forced its way between her teeth, claiming her with a rough kiss. “our good little girl.”

jihyo let out another cry the moment nayeon’s teeth dragged across her tongue, the sharpness of one of her nails pressing into what she could only assume was her cervix. of pain, of pleasure- she didn’t know. there wasn’t a difference anymore. and there wasn’t a shred of shame left in her brain, either. there wasn’t really much of anything in her head, other than how desperate she was for her release.

thankfully, though, somebody was going to give her some grace.

“i think she’s close, nayeon unnie.” jeongyeon said from the front seat. her voice was deep, somewhat soothing amongst the chaos of everything else. “i can tell she won’t last. ease her into it.”

nayeon pulled away, then. “already? how boring.” she used her free hand to wrap around the back of jihyo’s shoulders so she could grab her chin, pinning it between her fingers and forcing her head up so they could lock eyes. “she looks so stupid right now. you think she deserves it?”

silence followed the question, seconds dragging out so slowly that it felt like minutes, then hours. nayeon had removed her fingers from her cunt, then, choosing to focus on jihyo’s throbbing clit instead. they practically danced against the sensitive bundle of nerves, tracing featherlight shapes into the swollen flesh- just enough for jihyo to let out an unfiltered, downright pathetic whine, but not enough for it to actually do anything for her.

there was another bump in the road- jihyo could tell they were finally out of traffic, could register that the car had sped up because they’d made it onto the freeway. nayeon and jeongyeon’s apartment really wasn’t that far away, thankfully; a good excuse to give the managers when questioned about why they were so dead set on driving themselves home after the show ended. at least it was just them- jihyo felt somewhat better knowing nobody else would ever knew what they got up to.

but by then, she knew she couldn’t hold it anymore. there was no fucking way.

jihyo closed her eyes. the tears were pouring, then. her whole body was wound so tightly that it was already threatening to slip out of her- and it fucking did, without her control. she could feel the tiniest leak; a small, panicked sob escaping her lips at the sensation of it soaking her underwear, wetting nayeon’s hand. nayeon’s breath was hot against her cheek, against her lips- her own absolutely curled into a devilish smile as she sped her movements up, using her spill as lube to make them all the more threatening, encouraging jihyo to just break, to deal with all the repercussions that followed.

in the blankness of her mind, she did her best to remind herself that she was a good girl- she had to be. a mantra of “just hold on, just a few more minutes, keep it together” repeating over and over again like a prayer sent out to any god that would listen. she couldn’t go yet. it hurt so fucking bad, but she couldn’t-

“i do.” jeongyeon suddenly said. “let her go, unnie.”

there was an evil giggle. nayeon pressed her fingers down as hard as she could’ve, quickened her pace in just the way she knew would destroy jihyo. and then, “you heard her, jihyo. go on. make a mess for us.”

and that she fucking did.

a broken cry ripped itself out of her chest as the coil in her stomach finally fucking snapped, her orgasm causing her whole body to tremble through its release. her face burned with pure shame as she felt it soak through her thong, down through her pants and onto the seat below, surely soaking nayeon’s hand as she just continued to rub her clit, guiding her all the way through like she always did.

the moment jihyo begged her to stop, she pulled her hand away before she immediately went searching for a towel with her free one. thankfully, jeongyeon was prepared for literally any incident, and she kept one tucked away in the holder in one of the doors. jihyo had half a mind to ask nayeon if she wanted her to clean it off with her mouth instead, but she held the question in. by then, she was spent- no more freaky shit.

as soon as nayeon got herself clean, she was back on jihyo, arms tightly wrapped around her chest, soft kisses and pecks being pressed against her cheek. “so good.” she whispered, over and over. “you did so good, jihyo. i’m proud of you.”

by then, jihyo was speechless; dazed, out of words and breath. she just nodded a little dumbly, her head falling against nayeon’s shoulder, her seatbelt the only thing keeping her body upright. she was still very much sitting in her own mess, uncomfortable from how her pants were now sticking to her thighs, her arms shaking from the humiliation of what was even causing it, drifting off into that usual state of panic that tried to follow a scene like that. she wanted to cry even more, to break down and sob from just how awful that heavy feeling in her chest had suddenly gotten. but nayeon wouldn’t let her go.

“don’t be upset, baby. you’re perfect.” she said softly, wiping at jihyo’s tears with her thumb, cradling her cheek to soothe her. “we wanted this, we don’t think any less of you. it’s okay. you’re safe with us, i promise.”

jihyo looked up, then. her vision was blurry, but she could still easily make out nayeon’s smile. as nice as it was, there was still some lingering anxiety left. “d-do i really have to clean it up?” she asked, breathless and broken, her face surely twisted up in pain. “i don’t- i’m done. i want out of these clothes, please.”

“i’ll handle it, jagiyah.” jeongyeon said, loud enough for the two of them to hear. her voice was calm and steady, and it helped significantly. “you’re all good. don’t worry about it.”

“i’ll get you changed as soon as we’re home.” nayeon whispered as she pressed a kiss to her forehead. “you up for a bath? we both probably need to soak for a bit in some epsom salt.” she looked up for a moment, eyeing her girlfriend. “jeongyeon, too. are you feeling okay?”

“sounds great to me.” jeongyeon said. “i’m all good now, my hand’s not hurting as much as it did earlier. i’ll catch up after i get everything cleaned.”

jihyo sighed out with relief, nodding. she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer; all of that lingering energy had pretty much evaporated right out of her with her release. by then, there wasn’t anymore shame, either. there just couldn’t be when she had the both of them to help her through it.

nayeon just held her the entire way back. and as soon as they were home, safe and tucked away from the prying eyes of the public in their nice private parking deck, jeongyeon helped her out of the car, making sure to wipe her off as much as she could, to keep that weird, overstimulating feeling from taking back over when the chill from her accident hit her skin. she just kept pressing little kisses to her cheek and whispering sweet nothings, a steady arm wrapped around jihyo’s shoulders, nayeon’s hold on her hand tight and warm all the way up to their apartment.

and, really, jihyo had never felt so loved in her entire life than she did, right then. they were always pretty damn good at making her feel that way, even more so when they spent the rest of the night pampering her before they all fell asleep, cuddled as close as they possibly could’ve been, jihyo happily squished in the middle of them.

it definitely was worth it, after all. so, so worth it.

[butchyeons]

woof. hello tumblr!!! i am back with a new fic, yippee!

i’ve been talking about this for a little while on my twt, but i had an idea for a t4t butchfemme jeongmi au that i really wanted to write! and now, chapter 1 is here! you can find it on ao3 here.

as for general stuff before you start reading it: mina is a trans woman, and jeongyeon is a trans masc butch. mina uses she/her, and jeongyeon uses he/him. this fic is just a small exploration of a weekend they have together- strangers to lovers style. this fic is kinda personal, as a trans masc butch myself, and i’ve always wanted to explore t4t lesbian relationships and identities in my works. i hope you all enjoy.

as always, thanks for all the support. i hope you look forward to the next few chapters. see you soon!

[butchyeons]

hello butchyeons nation i have returned with… jeongmo shower sex. you can read it here! super long but idc the lore was important. and this is also for my lovely partner @tw230709 !! there’s an anon rq in my inbox that he sent, but after we talked more, this fic really wasn’t exactly that but yknow. it’s still for him. ilysm mars :3 here’s the summary:

this fic is highkey super personal, so just a warning for that lmao. autistic!momo and stone butch!jeongyeon navigating sex and stuff yknow how it is i’m sure. they’re lesbians. anyways, with that being said, i do hope you guys enjoy. let me know what you think! i appreciate all the support. i’ll be back soon! next work will be the last chapter of it’s all coming back to me now, and i hope you all look forward to that. that’s all for now, see you soon!! mwah

[hiraiarchive]

✰ Catch My Eye // MISAMO Haute Couture Tokyo Dome Night 2 ✰

[somebodytodiefor]

Nayeon, Jihyo & Sana ☆ “Strategy” MV Behind EP.02

[tw230709]

Give Me a Hand?

tags: g!p, overstimulation, humiliation, frottage, blowjob

Jeongmo fwb

Minors and cis men dni

If the circumstances were different, Momo would have been embarrassed. She and Jeongyeon had been sharing a room for years now, they had seen each other through everything. They didn’t have a problem with the lack of privacy, simply asking to have the room to themselves when things needed to be… taken care of. Momo had offered to help at times, most of the time with just a literal hand or on occasion her mouth. They didn’t think much of it, simply an unconventional closeness that they knew others did have. 

This was one of the rare times she was embarrassed. She had stepped out of the shower into their shared room, finding Jeongyeon laid out on the bed scrolling through her phone. It would have been fine; when they were rushing to get out of the dorm, it was normal for them to just change together. But with the defined tent in the towel draped over her body, she found herself blushing. 

She cleared her throat, getting Jeongyeon’s attention. The older girl glanced over at her without giving it a second thought, “Oh hey Mo.”

Her eyes found her phone again and Momo walked over to the dresser, shuffling awkwardly to keep her back to the other girl. She swallowed hard as she sifted through her clothes trying to find something comfortable. As much as she tried to take her mind off of the heat spreading from her stomach it wasn’t helping. She was embarrassingly hard, something she admittedly could have taken care of in the shower before getting out. Asking for help crossed her mind for a moment and she found herself craving the feeling of Jeongyeon’s hand warm and soft wrapped around her c— 

She shook her head trying to physically shake the thought out of her mind. It was only noon, if Jeongyeon was in the room this early she was probably tired. They had all gone out early that morning for a fitting and the girls were slowly trickling back to the dorm. She had finished first, planning to shower and get back in bed, but Jeongyeon was starting to derail those plans. 

“Hey, the girls want to get dinner later. Wanna come, oh-“ Without thinking Momo turned to face her, still clutching the towel wrapped around her. Jeongyeon’s eyes widened as her gaze went from her phone to the evident bulge beneath the towel. Momo turned around, cheeks burning in embarrassment. The other girl cleared her throat and shifted on the bed to stand up, “I can step out if you want to…” 

Momo swallowed hard, finding her voice finally. “It’s fine, it'll go away.” She gathered up her clothes and headed back to the bathroom, but looked back as she heard Jeongyeon chuckle.

“You gonna go take care of it, huh?” Jeongyeon was sitting up in bed now, looking at Momo as she clutched her towel to cover her body. Her cheeks flushed at her words, she was going to go change, really,… after she turned the sink on to muffle her moans as she jacked herself off. 

She swallowed hard, cheeks burning as Jeongyeon looked at her. It seemed as if all the tiredness left her body, her eyes growing dark as her eyes roamed her bare skin that the towel didn’t cover. 

Momo looked her over, her gaze getting stuck on the bulge in Jeongyeon’s sweatpants. Fuck , the sight made her mouth go dry. It was hard for her to focus now, now that she had seen the bulge growing in Jeongyeon’s pants. She knew that she caused it, it stroked her ego in a way that made her cheeks feel warm. They were both accustomed to it at this point, there were a handful of nights where they had gotten each other off or simply got off laying next to each other. It was hard to not want it, harder to ignore the arousal pooling hot in her stomach. 

She mulled it over, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and biting it. The way that Jeongyeon was looking at her made it feel as if she was waiting for her to ask. They would be in the dorm alone for a while and god Jeongyeon always made her feel better than she ever could by herself. 

It was something bordering on primal, her own arousal thinking instead of her mind. Her cock was so hard from Jeongyeon just looking at her, so hard that it almost hurt. She sighed, dropping her clothes onto the floor and loosening the grip on her towel, “Help me out?”

—

Jeongyeon’s clothes practically fell off. All Momo had to do was take her towel off and the rest came with a practiced ease. They had been together enough times to know each other more than well, she knew how to get Jeongyeon hard and dripping with only a handful of touches and Jeongyeon knew the same with her. 

The position was new, Momo had expected Jeongyeon to drop to her knees and suck her off until Momo was biting her lip so hard that she drew blood while she fisted her own cock. But this was new, this was intoxicating. Their thighs were pressed together, Momo straddling her lap. Their cocks were hard, brushing against each other with every small movement. It was her idea, but now she was frozen. It was horribly intimate, the feeling of her cock just brushing against Jeongyeon’s had her breathing heavy. The visual of it was driving her crazy, Jeongyeon was bigger, thicker. 

It was almost embarrassing, her own cock throbbing and heavy as it stood between her thighs. The plush warmth of Jeongyeon’s thighs beneath her and the heavy weight of her length pressed against her own was dizzying. Momo wasn’t big, not compared to Jeongyeon, but as she grasped both of their cocks, the combined thickness was almost too much for her to grasp. 

The warm weight in her hand was almost addicting, feeling Jeongyeon’s cock pressed against her own was nearly overwhelming. She slid her hand up to their tips, whimpering as she collected the precum from her tip before sliding her hand down their lengths. It was hard to keep her head up, the tension and pull in her stomach from such a small movement making her almost go limp on top of the other woman. Beneath her, Jeongyeon inhaled sharply, making Momo look down at her. Her eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back in pleasure. 

The sight was enough to get Momo to move her hand again. The rhythm was sloppy, Momo was finding it hard to focus with the pleasure she was feeling. Wet sounds filled the air as her wrist moved up and down. It should have been embarrassing, but it only made Momo’s cock throb with want. She brought her hand to their tips, pressed against each other as Momo messily circled them with her thumb. A strangled moan fell from her lips, her hips bucking nearly making her fuck her own hand. The wet slide of her cock against Jeongyeon’s only made her moan again, louder this time. 

It was embarrassing how close she was already, the feeling was all too much. The hard, warm length pressed against her own and the way Jeongyeon was whimpering as she tried to hold back her own moans. It made her want to take, it made her want to be selfish and get herself off without regard to the woman beneath her. Momo inhaled deeply through her nose, trying her hardest to focus as she moved her hand up and down their lengths again. Her grip tightened slightly, making her whimper and moan at the feeling. The sound was back again, slick and wet as she moved her wrist up and down. The motion was nearly hypnotic as she looked down to watch her hand move. 

The pleasure was dizzying, her head spinning as she watched. She was close, so close. On the next pump, she kept her hand wrapped around their tips. The movement was focused and quick, it was what she needed to get there and she didn’t have the mind to try to last longer. Momo’s breathing was short and clipped, matching Jeongyeon’s. It didn’t take much, a few more strokes and she was spilling her load on Jeongyeon’s bare stomach. Momo shuddered and moaned loudly, her body twitching as she came. It was almost automatic, the way her hips bucked to fuck her hand as she came. She could feel the mess she made on her hand, her cum only lubing her movements as her length rubbing against Jeongyeon’s.

As she came down she could feel her thighs trembling, her eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. When Momo opened her eyes again she saw Jeongyeon propped up on her forearms, looking up at her. There was a smirk on her face, sweat making her hair stick to her forehead. The way she was looking at her made Momo’s cheeks burn. It was embarrassing, she had finished so quickly and as she felt her cock soften it only pronounced the weight of Jeongyeon’s cock in her hand. 

She looked down at them, her cum was all over Jeongyeon’s stomach pearly white. She had made a mess . It was hot, hotter than it should have been, but it made her cheeks burn in embarrassment. Jeongyeon’s cock was still hard and pressed against her own, the tip red and oozing precum. Jeongyeon scoffed at her, making Momo tear her eyes away from the mess on her stomach, “Fuck, that was quick.” Momo’s cheeks somehow got hotter, the embarrassment flooding her mind. Her body took it another way though, her softening cock twitching at the comment. There was nowhere for her to look, there was Jeongyeon looking up at her and there was down where their cocks were still pressed against each other. Neither were safe options. 

“Finish what you started, I was close.” Momo perked up at her words. Her eyes found Jeongyeon’s again, the older woman’s gaze almost expectant. She watched as if she were waiting, eyes finally fluttering shut as Momo gripped their lengths again. It almost burned, her own body teetering towards being overstimulated. Momo whimpered, shifting slightly and pulling her cock away. Her cum covered her hand, making the movement slick, easy, and loud. It was wet, so slick that every moment made a noise. She gasped, whimpering at the feeling of her hand on her cock. 

Momo adjusted how she was sitting on Jeongyeon’s lap only to get a hand wrapped around her own. She looked down again, Jeongyeon’s hand had enveloped her own, holding her in place. The older woman scoffed in annoyance, taking Momo’s hand in her own and moving them both up and down. Jeongyeon’s voice was clipped and tense, “This is what you wanted, right?” Momo swallowed hard at the statement, inhaling sharply and nearly doubling over as Jeongyeon’s hand started to stroke their tips. “So- so greedy. Got what you wanted and now you don’t want to finish it.” 

The overstimulation was starting to creep into her body, every movement, every touch felt white hot. Momo’s thighs were trembling, her bangs stuck to her forehead with sweat. Jeongyeon let go of her hand leaving Momo looking down at her curiously. “ Fuck- finish what you started. Made such a mess, I should make you clean it up.” Momo whimpered as she stroked their cocks, feeling herself getting hard again. Her cock was throbbing in her own hand, every movement making her body feel even warmer. Her cheeks were burning, tears pricking in her eyes from the overstimulation. Jeongyeon had to be close, she had to be. She could stick it out, she had to. It hurt, god it hurt, but she was practically blinded by how badly she wanted to get Jeongyeon off. 

Momo’s eyes were on their lengths again, their tips an angry red as her hand moved up and down. She looked up slightly, watching Jeongyeon reach down, collecting Momo’s cum on her fingers. “ Open.” Momo whimpered at the word, but she opened her mouth parting her lips obediently. Jeongyeon’s fingers were in her mouth, she could taste her own cum on her tongue salty and heady. She sucked her fingers clean, the feeling making her cock twitch and her movements slow down. Jeongyeon clicked her tongue, making Momo speed her hand up again. “Can’t do anything, huh? So needy, can’t do anything right.” Momo whimpered around Jeongyeon’s fingers, licking and sucking on the digits long after they were clean. 

It felt like she was drunk on the feeling, high off the ecstasy. Jeongyeon pulled her fingers out of her mouth with a wet pop, making Momo whimper at the loss. Jeongyeon’d hand fell back onto the sheets, her eyes fluttering shut. Her teeth were clenched, words strained, “Keep going, close.” Momo sped up her movements, it hurt so much, but she was drowning in pleasure. She didn’t realize she had started crying, not until she felt the tears wet and hot as they trailed down her cheeks. It was as if her body was moving on its own, her hips grinding nearly fucking her hand as it moved up and down. It was so wet, so warm and slick that it felt addicting. A whimper left her lips, she was close again, so embarrassingly close. She felt Jeongyeon’s cock twitch in her grasp and the other woman’s hands balled up into fists as she gripped the bedsheets. 

Momo could feel herself on the edge, her body tense and her breathing getting heavier. She was close, painfully close, and she could feel her cock throbbing in her hand. To her relief, Momo heard Jeongyeon’s breath hitch, her hips bucking into Momo’s hands. She sped up her movements, feeling Jeongyeon starting to cum in her hand. Her release coated her palm, the slick warmth making Momo feel impossibly closer. Jeongyeon was cumming beneath her, her moans making Momo whimper. Her movements sped up and she could feel Jeongyeon’s thighs start to tremble, but she was so close. Her fist wrapped around their tips, Jeongyeon leaking into her hand and coating her cock. 

Everything went white for a moment. It felt like Momo was outside of her body. Her jaw dropped as she came, her stomach tensing as ropes of cum shot onto Jeongyeon’s stomach for the second time. Her hand was still, her hips rutting into her fist slick as her cock slid against Jeongyeon’s. Her mind was empty, only able to focus on the pleasure that was overwhelming her body. She couldn’t tell if she was making any noise or not, her lungs burning from the force of her orgasm. It felt like her whole body was tingling when she finally came to her senses again. 

Momo rather unceremoniously rolled off of Jeongyeon’s lap and onto the bed. Her skin was sticky with sweat as she let her eyes close. Her face was burning, the tears had stopped, but she was so flushed that she felt feverish. She lay on the sheets spread out like a starfish as she started to catch her breath. Exhaustion started to tinge her thoughts, she couldn’t remember the last time she came that hard and it had taken almost all her energy. Momo lay with her eyes closed, starting to nod off until she felt a hand tapping her shoulder. She didn’t open her eyes, only perking up when she heard Jeongyeon’s voice. “Can I… can I have a tissue please?” 

Her eyes opened quickly and she bolted up in bed, Jeongyeon was still lying down both of their cum covering her stomach. She blushed at the sight and reached over to the box of tissues on the nightstand. After taking one she sat on her knees and reached down to wipe Jeongyeon clean. “Hey, I can do that it’s-“ 

Momo nodded quickly, “It’s okay I want to do it.” She paused for a moment to grab another tissue to put the dirty one inside. As she looked back to Jeongyeon, her eyes drifted down. Her cock was still standing up, stiff. She looked up at Jeongyeon, swallowing hard, “You’re still…”

The older woman blushed, shifting on the bed to get more comfortable. “It’s fine, it’ll go away. You're tired, I know you are."

Momo’s smiled at her, eyes soft and tinged with sleep. She reached down to intertwine her hand with Jeongyeon’s before looking up at her again. “Let me take care of it? It’s only fair.” She was tired, her body starting to feel heavy with sleep, but there was some kind of innate need that was lingering in her mind. There was something that made her want to please Jeongyeon, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle anything else, but Jeongyeon’s cock was still hard and more than tempting. 

She lifted Jeongyeon’s hand and raised it to her lips, pressing soft kisses on her knuckles. Jeongyeon looked up at her, watching her movements. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dark with arousal. She swallowed hard before she spoke, “Please…” 

Momo kneeled down, placing one of her hands on the bed next to Jeongyeon’s, and hovered over her. She lowered herself and pressed their lips together. It was gentler now, their touch soft and almost reverent. Momo knew her lips were chapped, there was no way they weren’t after how loud she had gotten, but Jeongyeon kissed her without a care. It was soft, full of hunger, but still gentle. Momo pulled away, their lips separating with a soft and wet sound, before moving her lips down to Jeongyeon’s bare chest. 

The room was silent except for the wet sounds of Momo’s lips on Jeongyeon’s chest. She kissed her breasts, her hand making up for the lack of attention towards the other side, before taking a hardened nipple into her mouth. She held herself up with one hand and snaked another down Jeongyeon’s body to wrap her hand around her cock. Jeongyeon’s hips bucked into her palm as Momo licked and sucked at the bud in her mouth. She switched sides as she slowly started to move her hand up and down, wiping the precum from the tip with her thumb before stroking her hard length. Momo made a show out of it, moaning at the taste of Jeongyeon’s skin as she nipped and sucked. She flattened her tongue, licking messily and letting drool trickle from the corner of her mouth. 

The older woman’s cheeks were bright pink, her chest rising and falling quickly as she looked up at Momo. She disconnected her lips from her breast, a string of spit lewdly connecting them before it broke. Momo licked her lips, smiling as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She moved down, spreading Jeongyeon’s thighs before seating herself between them. She leaned down, nuzzling her cock and moaning at the feeling of her shaft pressed against her cheek. Jeongyeon’s breath caught in her throat as Momo finally put her mouth on her cock, licking up her length before pressing a kiss to her tip. She looked up, making eye contact as she pressed the tip against her tongue before taking her length into her mouth. 

Jeongyeon was thick in her hand, but it was different with her in her mouth. Momo was determined to put on a good show, the way her cock laid heavy on her tongue was addicting. Her eyes watered as she tried to take her cock down her throat, spurred on by the strangled moan spilling from Jeongyeon’s lips. She inhaled deeply through her nose, trying her best to relax her throat and take her as deep as she could. She stayed still for a moment, looking up at Jeongyeon before moving back up to suck on the tip. Jeongyeon’s brows were knit, her hands fisting the sheets clearly trying her best to keep her eyes open. The sight spurred Momo on more, reaching a hand to pump the length she couldn’t fit in her mouth. She repeated the motion, focusing on licking and sucking at the tip in her mouth as she pumped Jeongyeon’s cock. 

The visual of it all had Jeongyeon shaking, her thighs starting to shake softly as Momo mouthed at her length. Jeongyeon’s hips bucked in surprise, cursing softly as Momo mouthed at her balls softly before going back to suck on the head of her cock. Jeongyeon’s voice was shaky, “Fuck baby- so so good. I’m, fuck, I’m close.” 

Momo redoubled her efforts at that, feeling a fluttering in her stomach. She wanted it, she wanted Jeongyeon cumming in her mouth. She wanted to make a show out of it, open her mouth to show Jeongyeon her load in her mouth before swallowing it. Her hand moved up and down her cock, twisting as she licked at the swollen tip in her mouth. Her tongue traced the ridges, licking at the vein running down the underside. Jeongyeon’s hips bucked, cursing loudly, and forcing more of her length in Momo’s mouth. She gagged slightly, eyes watering as the length was forced down her throat. It was all she wanted, the taste of Jeongyeon’s cum on her tongue, the familiar heady taste spreading across her tongue. She moaned at the taste, the warmth pooling in her mouth as Jeongyeon moaned. Once it subsided she pulled her mouth off of Jeongyeon’s cock, her hand pumping slowly as she opened her mouth. Jeongyeon cursed, the word trembling, at the sight of her load in Momo’s mouth. She made a show of swallowing, sticking out her tongue again to show her before crawling up the bed to lay next to Jeongyeon. 

Jeongyeon was still breathing heavily when Momo laid down next to her. Her voice was shaky still, “Fuck, thank you, that was so good.” 

Momo preened at the praise, smiling softly. A small laugh left her lips, her voice feeling slightly hoarse as she spoke “God, I’m gonna have to shower again.” It was honestly the last thing on her mind, her body was still thrumming and she could start to feel how tired her body was.

Beside her, Jeongyeon sighed, “I should too, got messy.” Momo blushed at that, in the moment it was hot, but now it was just embarrassing. She turned on her side to face Momo, “Join me?” 

Momo nodded in agreement and sat up in bed, “Only a shower though, it might kill me if I go again.” 

The older woman sat up and started to gather her clothes laughing softly, “Sure, like you don’t like when it when I-“

Momo scrambled out of bed, playfully smacking Jeongyeon’s shoulder and effectively shutting her up. “ God, just get in the shower, we're both gross.” 

She paused at the doorway of the bathroom, stopping to grab her clothes from the ground. Jeongyeon pressed herself against her, wrapping her arms around her and pressing kisses onto her bare shoulders. It was tender and sweet until Jeongyeon stopped to whisper in her ear, “Remember the dinner I was talking about?” Momo barely could, the feeling of Jeongyeon’s breath warm and wet on her ear was rather distracting. “Wanna skip?” 

Momo laughed, her laughter bubbling in her chest before spilling from her lips. “To think you had the audacity to call me greedy.” She turned her head to the side, finding Jeongyeon trying to bury her face in her neck in embarrassment, “Don’t worry, we’re going and you’re buying me a drink.” 

Jeongyeon groaned into her neck before agreeing, pretending to pout as she slowly detached herself from Momo and stepped into the bathroom. All Momo could do was giggle, at the end of the day the woman was just like some overgrown puppy with all the confidence from earlier sublimating from her body. Momo joined her, turning the water on to warm before pulling Jeongyeon into a soft kiss.

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It’s Only You on My Mind

tags: overstimulation, g!p, breeding kink, slight exhibitionism, semi-public sex but not really

Jihyo x Jeongyeon cowboy au

Minors and cis men dni

They got halfway through the delivery before Jeongyeon stopped for a break. The two leaned against the frame of the barn entrance, Jeongyeon letting her head fall back as a sigh left her lips. The older woman took off the cream-colored Stetson hat she was wearing and wiped the sweat off her forehead. The pieces of hair that usually framed her face were glued down, and sweat trailed down her neck to the tanned skin of her chest. Jihyo’s eyes followed the droplet down, thinking of how it would trail down the swell of her breasts before rolling down the expanse of her stomach. Something about it made Jihyo take her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down in a sorry attempt to ground herself. All she could focus on was the tan skin Jeongyeon kept exposing as she unbuttoned her shirt more to cool off. All she wanted to do was finish taking it off for her, tongue warm and wet, tracing her skin, and tasting the salt of her sweat as she licked and sucked down her stomach until she met the band of the boxers peeking above her jeans, peeling them off of her before kissing down to the damp hairs above her-

 

 

“Too damn hot for all this.” Jeongyeon’s voice shook her out of her daze, leaving her blinking hard, trying to refocus. The older woman smiled at her as she sunk down to sit on the floor of the barn and patted the spot next to her. "C'mere, just sit for a spell.” 

 

 

Jihyo closed the space between them and sat down on the wooden floor of the barn next to her. Jeongyeon had her eyes closed, leaning back to rest on her arms as she caught her breath, and all Jihyo could think of was the way the sweat glistened on her exposed sun-kissed skin. She tried to relax the same way the older woman was, simply taking in the sun and catching her breath, but it only seemed to quicken her breath as she sat close to her. The proximity was driving her insane; she wanted to take up the space between Jeongyeon’s spread legs. She wanted to take off the woman’s sweat-soaked shirt, lick the salt off her skin, undo the belt buckle centered on her, pull down the zipper of her jeans, and make room for her hand. Work her hand inside, feeling the warmth of her skin through her boxers, palming her bulge until she felt it harden under her touch. Jeongyeon was all she could think about; she was dizzy with want, or it really was just far too hot outside. Her throat felt parched; she could blame it on the work they had been doing, but she knew it was because of the woman next to her. 

 

 

Jeongyeon took off her hat and sat it down between them. She looked over at the other woman, her brown eyes twinkling in the afternoon sun, a smile tugging on her lips. “You’re awfully quiet today. Penny for your thoughts?” 

 

 

Jihyo stammered for a second, her cheeks burning and flushing a bright pink. As close as they were, there was no way she was going to air out her thoughts. It wouldn’t be anything new; when Jeongyeon went into town and had to spend the night for work, she shared similar thoughts over the phone, but there was work to be done, and she knew Jeongyeon was the one usually firm on that, always saying that she could only relax when she knew everything was done for the day. She racked her brain for some excuse to make up, brow furrowing before she spoke. "Just... just thinking about what you said.” She forced out a laugh, trying to make her words seem more true. “Way too hot today.”

 

 

It seemed to work enough, earning a smile from Jeongyeon. “It really is. I’m used to it at this point.” The older woman leaned closer to her, quirking an eyebrow up. “You should be too; what’s really on your mind?” 

 

 

Jihyo mentally cursed herself; leave it to Jeongyeon to always see through her. It didn’t make sense for her to try to lie, but she tried it anyway. With how close they were, spending every waking moment together, she should have expected the way Jeongyeon was always able to read her. She swallowed hard, shying away as she felt Jeongyeon’s eyes on her flushed skin. It started to feel far too hot in the barn, the shade doing nothing to help the burn in her cheeks. Her voice came out soft and barely audible: "You... I’m thinking of you.” 

 

 

She got a smirk in response, Jeongyeon moving the hat between them out of the way to sit closer. “Oh yeah? What about me?” 

 

 

The younger woman screwed her eyes shut, rubbing the sweat of her palms onto her jeans. “I just—I can’t not think of you sometimes. I can't focus on what we're doing; I just keep imaging you."

 

 

Jeongyeon chuckled softly at her words, leaning against the frame of the open barn door. Jihyo opened her eyes at the sound of her voice, “C’mere baby.” The older woman motioned for her to sit between her legs, and Jihyo crawled over, not missing the way that the woman’s eyes seemed to darken. As Jihyo situated herself between her thighs, Jeongyeon leaned forward to whisper in her ear, “You’ve always got such an imagination, don’t you?” Her hands found her thighs, spreading them apart slightly before pulling her flush against Jeongyeon's front. Jihyo bit back a whimper, her hands hot over her clothes as they crept higher before resting on her waist. “Just trying to get some work done, and I bet you were there imagining my hands on you, weren’t you, baby?” 

 

 

The older woman’s hands found the waist of her jeans, undoing her belt and taking it out of the loops. At the sound of the buckle hitting the ground, Jihyo screwed her eyes shut, silent as she nodded her head eagerly in agreement. Behind her, Jeongyeon clicked her tongue, words breaking warm against her ear, “Such a dirty girl... can’t get anything done without thinking of me.” As she spoke, she felt Jeongyeon pull her closer until her back was pressed against the woman’s front. In her daze, she could barely make out the sound of the zipper of her jeans getting undone. She whimpered at the feeling, Jeongyeon pulling up her shirt and snaking a hand up to trace her fingers against the flat of her stomach. 

 

 

“Turn around and face me; I wanna see my pretty girl.” Jihyo turned to face the older woman and was met with the same state. Jeongyeon’s pupils were blown, her gaze dark and heavy as she looked into Jihyo. She leaned forward, tucking her hair behind her ear, her touch lingering and warm on her cheek. “You’re so pretty when you’re like this.” 

 

 

Finally, Jeongyeon leaned in, her hands finding purchase in Jihyo’s hair, pulling them together until their lips met. Jihyo could have moaned at the feeling, Jeongyeon’s lips chapped from the sun moving against her own. Their lips moved in a familiar rhythm, Jeongyeon leading her as they kissed. She felt her nip at her bottom lip, and Jihyo parted her lips slightly, moaning as she felt the warmth of Jeongyeon’s tongue. She felt the arousal in her stomach growing and consuming her thoughts, her mind completely forgetting the other half of the load they had to stack, only able to focus on how badly she needed Jeongyeon. 

 

 

The two finally parted with a wet sound, leaving Jihyo’s chest heaving as she hauled in breath after breath. She could feel the wetness between her thighs, her core aching to be touched. She looked down, noticing the growing tent in Jeongyeon’s jeans, a tug in her stomach making her surge forward to crash their lips together again. To her surprise, Jeongyeon stopped her with a laugh, “As much as I want to, we can’t here, baby.” 

 

 

A whine left Jihyo’s lips, leaning forward to rest her head in the crook of Jeongyeon’s neck. Her thighs squeezed together, desperate for any kind of friction, as she kissed the warm skin beneath her lips, moaning softly at the taste of the woman’s sweat on her tongue. She licked a stripe up her skin, leaving her lips inches away from her ear. “I need you so bad, Jeong, I don’t care.” 

 

 

Jeongyeon whimpered softly as she felt Jihyo’s lips featherlight on her. The sensation went straight down, her jeans starting to feel far too tight on her. It was against both of their better judgment, but it went out the window as Jeongyeon wrapped her arms around Jihyo’s waist, pulling her onto her lap, and slotting her leg between her thighs. The way Jihyo began to grind down was almost instant, the younger woman moving her hips desperately, whines getting caught in her throat. Jeongyeon’s hands grabbed her hips, guiding her to grind down harder, feeling her warm on her thigh. She could practically smell her arousal, whimpering at the thought of how soaked the girl on top of her was. “Fuck… baby…” 

 

 

Jihyo pulled away slightly, eyes dark and half-lidded. Her hand snaked down between them, palming Jeongyeon’s growing bulge over her jeans as she rocked her hips against her thigh. The older woman bit her lip to silence a moan as she felt her touch rough and desperate on her. Jihyo’s voice came out high and thready, laced with the pleasure she was so desperately chasing, “Please, I need you.” 

 

 

 

—

 

 

 

Jeongyeon stood with her back pressed against the bales of hay they had stacked earlier; it wasn’t the most comfortable, but she couldn’t focus on it with the sight before her. Jihyo looked up at her, kneeling on the ground before her hands reached up to undo the button of her jeans. Her hands were trembling with anticipation, barely able to undo the zipper keeping her from what she needed. They were barely pulled down, just enough to allow access as she looked up at Jeongyeon, watching the older woman’s face as she started to pull down her boxers. She hissed as the air hit her semi-hard member, biting her lip as Jihyo wrapped a hand around the base. 

 

Her hand moved up to the head, pink and swollen, leaking precum and collecting it to slick her palm before stroking the older woman’s length. She could feel Jeongyeon getting harder under her touch, her own arousal growing as small grunts left the lips of the woman above her. She knew that she was a mess; she could feel her clit throbbing underneath her jeans, panties more of a mess of her own slick than an article of clothing. Once Jeongyeon got hard, she moved closer, kissing her head before licking a stripe on the underside of her cock before taking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around her head, slick and salty in her mouth, making her moan around Jeongyeon’s cock. Jihyo heard her breath hitch, her hips jerking slightly, forcing more of herself into Jihyo’s mouth as the vibrations of her moan coursed through her body. 

 

Jeongyeon hissed through clenched teeth, her hands finding Jihyo’s hair as she felt the younger woman move closer to take more of her in her mouth. Her eyes were screwed shut as the warm velvet of her throat enveloped her length. Jihyo set on taking her as deep as she could manage. The feeling clouded her thoughts, her thighs starting to tremble slightly as Jihyo pulled off with a wet pop only to start pressing wet kisses to her tip. In her haze, she felt Jihyo moving against her. She opened her eyes, slightly looking down, to see Jihyo desperately trying to lower herself down to grind down on the top of her boot. The angle was bad, leaving Jihyo desperately trying to grind against something and only getting the air between them. She could tell how turned on the other woman was, thighs clenched together and hips moving in a desperate rhythm to find some kind of relief. Jihyo’s lips found the tip of her cock again, sucking on it while lapping at the precum leaking from her tip. The sight and the palpable desperation made her stomach tense, thighs trembling with want, feeling the familiar tension she could start to make out the edge of her release. It was all too much, the feeling of Jihyo’s lips wrapped around her cock as she tried to take her length down her throat again, the soft exhale from her nose that she could feel against her stomach, and the thought of Jihyo’s own arousal dripping from her, soaking her underwear and staining her jeans.

 

With a gasp, Jeongyeon pulled her off of her cock, leaving the other woman whining in protest. She leaned back against the hay, her chest heaving and voice shaking. “Fuck baby...” 

 

Jihyo looked up at her with a pout, lips swollen and shining coated with spit. Her face was a mess; drool had started to drip from the corner of her lips, and her hair was mused from Jeongyeon’s hands. “Why’d you make me stop?” Jihyo moved closer, her hands finding her thighs as she moved up higher to mouth at the base of her cock, “I wanna taste you so bad...” 

 

Jeongyeon’s cock jerked at her words, eyes fluttering shut. She could feel Jihyo’s mouth warm, pressing kisses to the base of her cock, her hand reaching up to cup her balls. She could feel the muscles in her stomach tense again, and she forced her eyes open to look down at the woman on her knees below her. Jihyo’s eyes were dark, still mouthing at her length as she watched Jeongyeon. A curse left her lips, and she leaned down to cup Jihyo’s face in her hands. Her thumb brushed against her cheek as she led her face away from her throbbing length, and the younger woman nuzzled into the calloused warmth of her palm. “Ji, we can’t here. Let’s go back home, yeah?” 

 

Her words seemed to have no effect, Jihyo only leaning more into her touch, taking her thumb into her mouth and sucking on the digit greedily. She made eye contact with her, eyes piercing and full of want. The sight and the feeling made a groan build in Jeongyeon’s throat, making it harder and harder for her to hold back. Jihyo released her thumb, licking the underside of it before kissing the tip gently. She shifted on her knees, thighs pressed together, “I can't—I need you so bad, Jeong.” 

 

Jeongyeon cursed under her breath and stood for a moment, looking for a place to sit down. The only option was the stack of hay that they had piled earlier. It wasn't the best place, supposed to be the start of a store for the colder months coming, but it would be good enough. The hay was rough against her back, but the pile they had stacked made for enough of a chair. “Come here then, baby.” 

 

On shaking legs, Jihyo stood up, sitting on Jeongyeon’s lap. She tried grinding against the hard length between them and began to unbutton her shirt, leaving it open as she straddled her. Jeongyeon pulled the shirt off of her, running her hands down her back. With a groan, she pulled Jihyo closer, burying her face in her neck. She left wet kisses as she trailed down to her collarbone. Her cock was impossibly hard, the head an angry red as Jihyo reached between them, slowly wrapping her hand around her length before pumping it and tracing her thumb around the head. Jeongyeon cursed into her neck, breath breaking warm against her skin, making Jihyo whimper. “I don't—I don’t have a con-“

 

Jihyo cut her off, “I don’t care,” and crashed her lips against her. The kiss was hungry, all tongue and teeth. Jihyo clouded her mind, her touch dripping with desperation. Jeongyeon reached down, unbuttoning Jihyo’s pants. They broke away for a moment, and Jihyo stood up to take off her jeans. Jeongyeon’s eyes glazed over her body, biting her lip as she saw the growing dark spot on Jihyo’s underwear and the sheen of sweat and slick staining her inner thighs before she took off the offending fabric.

 

A soft whimper left Jeongyeon’s lips as a hand snaked between them, spreading a mix of spit and precum down her length. Wet slick sounds filled the air, her hand lazily moving up and down until she deemed it ready. Jihyo’s eyes were half-lidded, taking her length in her hand and watching as she positioned herself.

 

She watched it disappear inside her as she sank down onto Jeongyeon’s length, her eyes finally fluttering shut at the feeling. A whimper fell from her lips as she took Jeongyeon deep in her; the way she was practically soaked helped, but no matter how many times she took her, the girth always made her head spin. The stretch was familiar and welcome, the slight sting making more of her slick coat Jeongyeon’s cock. Once she took it to the hilt, she stilled for a moment, eyes closed, and her hand on Jeongyeon’s chest to steady herself. 

 

After a moment, she opened her eyes again, finding Jeongyeon’s eyes fixed on where they met before quickly looking up. Jeongyeon’s hands found her waist, her palms rough and calloused against her skin, holding her close and steady. Slowly, she started to move, moaning as she felt Jeongyeon deep inside her, finally getting the feeling she was so desperate for.

 

Their hips met with a wet sound, slick trailing from Jihyo’s center, staining the denim of Jeongyeon’s jeans a dark blue. The older woman gasped as Jihyo rocked her hips on top of her, velvety soft heat grasping at her cock as if Jihyo never wanted her to pull out. She reached up, pulling down the straps of Jihyo’s bra before undoing the clasp behind her back. She took off the last of her clothing and started to mouth at the younger woman’s breasts. As Jihyo rocked her hips, she took a nipple into her mouth, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin, earning whimpers and a gush of wetness on her cock. 

 

She pulled away with a wet sound, squeezing and massaging Jihyo’s breasts with her hands, rubbing the sensitive nubs between her thumb and forefinger. Her voice was high and thready, finding difficulty as Jihyo’s walls massaged and squeezed at her cock, desperate for her release. "God, you look so pretty on top of me.”

 

Jihyo’s head was thrown back as she moved herself up and down Jeongyeon’s hard length. There was a sheen of sweat on her tanned skin, the sunlight making her practically glow. Jeongyeon’s eyes looked over her hungrily, her hands on her hips guiding Jihyo as she fucked herself. A bead of sweat was working its way down between her breasts, about to roll down the flat of her stomach and her tensing muscles. Before it could go down further, Jeongyeon moved closer, licking it up and moaning at the taste. The salty taste of her sweat spread over her tongue; they were both dirty from work, but Jeongyeon could care less. The feeling of Jihyo's walls soft and velvety around her length made all her thoughts muddled, the only clear thing being the pleasure she was feeling at the moment.

 

The younger woman shivered on top of her, the pleasure so strong that she could feel it coursing through her body, extending all the way down to her fingertips as her nails dug into Jeongyeon's back. Jeongyeon's shirt was still on, keeping her from touching directly, but the feeling of Jihyo's nails digging into her skin made a hiss leave her lips. A sound close to a growl left her lips as she wrapped her arms around Jihyo's back, pulling her closer. She shifted on the bales of hay, doing her best to maneuver them without pulling out completely, until she was able to lay back on the bales. Jeongyeon pulled out slightly as she adjusted them, leaving the girl above her whimpering at the sudden feeling of emptiness. 

 

Her hands found the swell of Jihyo's ass, palms rough against the soft skin as her fingers loosely gripped her. The new position had Jihyo almost lying on top of her, the younger woman feeling every warm puff of breath on her skin, making her eyes screw shut. Jeongyeon whispered against her skin, words hot as they broke against her skin, "Don't worry, baby, I'm gonna make you feel so good." With that, her hands settled on her waist before roughly making her hips meet, plunging her length back inside. The feeling, the force behind it, made Jihyo gasp, the sound quickly turning into a moan. 

 

The pace she set was far different from Jihyo's; the gentle grind they had quickly turned into something that bordered on punishing. The force of the thrusts pushed Jihyo forward, held in place by the grip that Jeongyeon had on her waist. 

 

It was almost embarrassing how quickly she felt the pleasure building inside her—a coil red hot in the stomach that felt as if it was about to snap. Her moans reverberated in the empty barn, the sound of them connecting nearly drowning them out, and she found herself thankful for how remote their land was. 

 

The shame that came with it, the vulnerability of how public it was melted away, blending into the blinding pleasure. She wanted to last longer, wanted to enjoy it longer, but the bruising pace of Jeongyeon’s hips and the way her cock was brushing just right inside her left her trembling. 

 

She could barely hold herself up, finally letting her chest lay flush against the cotton of the older woman’s shirt, feeling the buttons brush against her skin as every thrust moved her. When she finally found her voice again, it sounded foreign to her own ears, high and almost begging. “Please, I'm so...” a moan broke her voice as Jeongyeon slowed her movements slightly, choosing to thrust into her hard and deep instead. 

 

She felt impossibly deep inside her, making Jihyo’s toes curl at the feeling. “Fuck- please..."

 

It felt almost merciful when Jeongyeon spoke up; the pleasure was nearly too much for her to be able to form coherent thoughts. “What? You’re close, baby?” Jeongyeon’s lips found her neck, licking and sucking at the expanse of sensitive sweaty skin.

 

The feeling of her lips, the way her cock was hot and heavy dragging inside her—it was all too much, leaving her only able to frantically nod in response. 

 

Jeongyeon snaked a hand between them, finding her swollen clit with practiced ease. The feeling was like lightning, lighting her up and leaving her moaning and whimpering as Jeongyeon’s lips and tongue trailed wet on her neck. 

 

The feeling of her rough fingers working against her clit, the weight of Jeongyeon’s cock heavy and familiar reaching so deep inside her. All of it finally pushed her over the edge, leaving her shaking in Jeongyeon’s arms. 

 

It washed over her like a tidal wave, taking her so deep that she didn’t know which way was up. The pleasure was blinding, leaving her unable to tell if her eyes were squeezed shut or not. Tremors racked through her body, leaving her feeling as if she were floating above her body. 

 

As she started to come down, she felt Jeongyeon rutting against her, thrusts rough and sloppy, focused on only getting herself off. Each movement felt as if it were taking Jihyo higher, her mind numb except to the sensation. The pleasure started to bleed into something white-hot, thighs trembling every time their hips met. She could hear the wetness, feeling it drip down from her core and onto Jeongyeon’s lap. It would be embarrassing and a pain to clean up, but it was the last thing on her mind as Jeongyeon’s hips started to stutter. "Close..." a curse fell from her lips. "Gonna cum so deep inside you, baby."

 

Jeongyeon grunted beneath her, a strangled moan leaving her lips as her hips stilled, burying herself as deep as she could go. The feeling was overwhelming, the sensation of her warm cum flooding her insides. She could make out herself clenching around Jeongyeon, earning another strained moan from her lips. Almost as if it were automatic, her hips moved, rocking Jeongyeon deeper into her, desperate to milk her for all she was worth. 

 

When they both finally came down, it felt as if Jihyo was floating. Her mind was in a haze, the feeling of Jeongyeon’s cock still deep inside her being the only thing she could focus on. Shakily, she lifted herself off, disconnecting with an embarrassingly wet sound, and sat on the expanse of Jeongyeon’s stomach. Her shirt had gotten pushed up, leaving her feeling warm skin beneath her. 

 

Jeongyeon looked up at her, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her face, a small smile on her face. Jihyo felt dazed, still dizzy with want, as she looked down at her to take in the sight of her rumpled work shirt and her now softening cock. She looked down, whimpering as she saw streaks of cum on her thighs. With her fingers, she gathered it, slowly pushing her coated fingers inside herself. Her words were almost slurred, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, “It’s coming out.” 

 

Jeongyeon’s eyebrows shot up as she watched the scene play out. There was something undeniably hot about it—her girlfriend looking completely fucked out above her knuckle deep in herself. She knew that Jihyo had a thing for it, occasionally begging her to finish inside, but this was new. 

 

A wet sound filled the air as Jihyo pulled her fingers out of herself, a dazed smile on her lips as she brought them up to her mouth. She licked the digits clean, brown eyes gazing into Jeongyeon’s, and the sight alone made her cock twitch. With a soft pop, she pulled her fingers out of her mouth before lazily lowering herself down, nuzzling into Jeongyeon’s neck. 

 

The older woman was too stunned to reply, simply wrapping her arms around her to hold Jihyo close. Her fingernails traced her bare back, making the younger girl hum contently. Her voice came out close to a whisper as Jihyo nuzzled into her neck, “Tired?” 

 

Jihyo hummed in reply, letting her eyes flutter shut. Jeongyeon nudged her slightly, disturbing the little bubble of peace around them. “Hey, I’ll take you back to the house. Get dressed and we can go, yeah?” 

 

Almost in slow motion, Jihyo crawled off of her, lazily pulling her clothes back on. Jeongyeon stood up, pulling up her boxers and doing the button of her jeans. She looked around the barn, sighing at the stack of hay bales just outside waiting to be sorted. There was so much to do still, the tasks piling up in her brain only to be interrupted by the feeling of Jihyo warm, pressed against her back. 

 

Her voice was slightly hoarse, scratchy from overuse. “Stop worrying; there’s always tomorrow.”

 

Jeongyeon turned to face her, and she felt her worries melt away. The sunlight was trickling through the rafters of the barn’s ceiling, illuminating Jihyo’s skin and making her look almost angelic. Her smile was soft, her eyes heavy, but her skin nearly glowed under the light, sunkissed and beautiful. They had been together for years, more familiar with the time spent together than spent apart, but Jeongyeon knew she would never not be stunned by Jihyo. 

 

She smiled softly, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek and taking her hand in her own to lead her out to the truck outside. There was always tomorrow, new days to look forward to with her.

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Funny Valentine

tags: poly misamo, vampires, slight nsfw

Minors and cis men dni

Clubs were overwhelming in the best way. Momo was more of the reclusive type, favoring the most subdued atmosphere of a speakeasy, but god did Sana love the electricity of a club. Sweet drinks and the heat of bodies pressed against her own was an intoxicating combination. It was hard to not lose herself in the atmosphere, almost forgetting that she wasn't here solely for pleasure. Momo sat at the bar as Sana weaved her way onto the dancefloor, catching her partner's eyes before losing herself in the crowd. It was hard to pick, they didn't make a habit of feeding off of humans and it felt like Sana had to pick the best specimen possible. They were used to more ethical ways of feeding, small animals and and pints of blood they received from a nearby nest. Well as ethical as it could be, morals were far from clear-cut when you lived off of blood. 

The bass was loud, thrumming through her body. A woman was pressed against her back, hands trailing to her hips and gripping them lightly guiding Sana's body back onto her own. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she took a deep breath as she took in the scent wrapping around her. The woman was younger than her, everyone in the club was except for Momo a symptom of her own immortality, but there was a certain innocence that she could smell. Sana pondered it for a moment, she could take the woman home and suck her dry, drinking to her heart's content, but there were certain restrictions that she had to meet. Both she and Momo weren't fond of killing, only drinking from humans when they absolutely had to and ensuring that their victims were taken care of before parting ways with them. It was hard to control herself, made even harder by the hands guiding her to grind back onto the woman that held her, Sana knew that she would taste sweet. Her victims were usually women, both she and Momo favored the almost honey like flavor they had something close to candy on their tongues. The blood was addicting to say the least, the first drop making them moan against their victim's neck. Her thoughts wandered back to it again, a taste wouldn't hurt. It wouldn't be world-ending if she took this woman to the bathroom for a taste. No one would think anything of it, only seeing a sloppy drunk hook-up starting before Sana inevitably whisked her into a stall, pressed her against the wall, and sank her teeth in. It was like a fantasy, a dirty dream to her that she could easily make into a reality. All she had to do was look the woman in the eyes, a flash of red making her pliable under her gaze. Just one look to make her obedient in her arms, soft and hers to take. Her's to sink her teeth into, her's to mark and cl-

It felt as if someone tugged her soul by a string. The feeling made her freeze, senses heightening at the sensation. She and Momo were bonded by blood, sired by the same vampire making them intertwined for as long as they roamed the Earth. There was a connection between them, a unique mode of communication that only they could access. They both agreed to keep the use of it as minimal as possible, both thinking that it was rather intrusive to communicate through one's very mind. Whatever it was, it was important. 

She peeled herself off of the woman behind her, bumping shoulders as she walked to the bar almost as if she was in a trance. She felt it before she saw her, an unmistakable tug and hunger that made her fangs start to subconsciously show, pressing sharp against the inside of her bottom lip. Momo’s gaze was piercing, a silent warning telling her to restrain herself. She swallowed hard, willing her fangs to retract as she tried to pull herself together. 

A woman sat next to Momo, nursing an old fashioned as she spoke to her. It felt as if Sana’s senses were on fire, able to smell both the sandalwood of the woman’s perfume and the alcohol staining her lips. There was a familiar hunger growing inside of her and she could feel it radiating off of Momo too. The pair were inseparable, a bond that couldn’t be described as mere partners. The two were involved, had been for years, their very souls intertwining in a way that made it feel as if their hearts beat as one. Every single thing that Momo felt rang clear in Sana's mind with the same intensity.

She understood Momo’s thoughts the second that her eyes met her own, making a shiver run down her spine. It felt electric, making her close her eyes and inhale deeply for a moment. Her partner was more of the scout in the operation, leaving the dirty work to Sana. She wouldn't exactly call it hypnotism, if she wanted to do that all she had to do was flash the deep red in her eyes for a moment making the woman putty in their hands. It was more of seduction, well placed words and lingering touches to convince a woman to come home with them. It usually wasn't a difficult affair, she and Momo were timeless and desirable despite the changes of the centuries that came and went.

The woman was beautiful, jet black hair gently falling down her shoulders, a mole above her lip that just begged to be kissed, and an obvious elegance that seemed to radiate off of her. Sana came behind Momo, draping herself against the older woman coming to rest her chin on her shoulder. Her eyes wandered to the woman’s fingers, lazily tracing the rim of her glass. Sana smirked at her, voice made to be dripping in a sultry tone that was thick like honey, “Care to introduce me to your new friend?” 

The woman blushed into her glass, suddenly finding the piece of cocktail ice in her drink fascinating. She liked that, the coy shyness. Momo’s voice was deeper than ususal, sending a delicious vibration that made Sana hum against her, “Her name’s Mina, she’s in town for a convention. Veterinarian, interesting work isn’t it?” 

Sana hummed in agreement, smiling at the woman as the blush grew on her cheek extending down to her neck. Her voice was meek and gentle, “Nothing too interesting… just here for the publication of a new study.” 

The blush spreading down Mina’s neck was distracting, pale skin turning pink under her gaze. She looked so delicate, almost begging for her to sink her fangs into. It would be amusing, the way that she would whimper beneath her as her fangs broke her skin, the sharp teeth making her squirm beneath her. She wouldn’t be able to remember it, not unless she and Momo willed it, but god would Sana remember it. 

“Sounds… complicated. Out for a break, aren’t you.” Sana tilted her head curiously, trying to keep her eyes from wandering. 

Mina giggled into her glass, looking at her shyly. “I guess you could say that.” 

“Mina…” she perked up at the sound of her name, cute, “Why don’t you spend the night with us? Maybe take your mind off things for a bit?” 

-

There was a pounding in Sana’s ears, almost drowning out the music playing. It was some pop song that she didn’t know the name of, unable to keep up with what was popular as her knowledge spanned several centuries. All that she could make sense of in the crowd was Mina pressed against her front, plush against her body. Momo was behind her, hands on her waist, guiding her to sway to the music. It might have been the alcohol or simply the rush of attention that the two women were showing her, but Mina was flushed. Her body was warm, almost feverish as Momo’s hands wandered along her waist. 

Her head was thrown back, resting on Momo’s shoulder as a hand wandered the expanse of her stomach, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Sana bit her bottom lip at the sight, the way that Mina’s neck was exposed to her almost drove her crazy, making her want to take her in the middle of the crowded dance floor. 

Mina’s lips parted in a silent “Oh” as Momo’s hand played with the hem of her shirt and Sana almost felt herself almost lose control. Through the dim lighting of the club, Sana watched as Momo’s fingertips traced the woman’s stomach before slipping under the fabric. Mina’s eyebrows furrowed at the touch and Sana decided to stop holding back. 

Sana reached out, cupping Mina’s jaw in her hand. The younger woman opened her eyes, irises dark with lust. Her voice was low and sultry, “Good girl… I want you to look at me.” Sana’s hands reached out to her waist, tracing the curves and dips. She leaned in, watching Mina’s face for any signs of discomfort. All that she could see in her eyes was the way that Mina was melting, overwhelmed by her desire. 

Her lips brushed against Mina’s, the older woman feeling how she trembled underneath the contact. She smiled before pressing her lips against hers, more insistent this time. The kiss became more of a mess of tongue and teeth, the two women acting as if they were trying to consume each other. Sana stepped closer, pressing Mina’s body back into Momo’s. She sighed into the kiss, the feeling of Mina’s breasts pressing against her own making her shiver. Momo decided that her hands were no longer enough, lips desperate for contact as she pressed them behind Mina’s ear. 

The woman between them shivered, propped up between them, Momo’s strong arms keeping her from completely melting. Momo’s lips started to trail down her neck, the tip of her tongue leaving a wet hot trail down the expanse of her skin. Mina’s hands found Sana’s arms, nails digging into her skin making her hiss at the contact, desperate to find a way to ground herself. 

Sana pulled away, lifting Mina’s chin with her finger. The younger woman’s gaze was cloudy, eyes dark and half lidded. Her own lips tingled from the contact, smirking at the woman before her. She leaned close to her, lips ghosting against Mina’s ear, “Tell me Mina, would you like to leave with us?” 

Momo’s lips continued to trail down Mina’s neck, sucking softly below her pulse point. To them both, the sound of her heartbeat was intoxicating the rush of the blood in her veins drowning out hte music pouring from the speakers. Momo had to count her own breaths to keep herself from biting down as Sana counted backwards from ten to ground herseld. Mina whimpered softly, only able to manage a breathy “Yes.”

-

Momo hailed them a cab, taking the three of them to a hotel. The drive was short, full of wandering hands and charged glances. Sana glanced up to the driver’s rear view mirror as the car drove down the empty streets. The dark of the night covered their movements and the radio was turned up to drown out the wet sounds of their lips meeting, but Sana couldn’t miss the nervous eyes glancing at them every time the car was illuminated by a street lamp. Sana rolled her eyes as she watched the driver swallow hard, mortals were annoying, always getting themselves into business that simply didn’t involve them.

She turned to the girls sitting next to her, Momo draped over Mina, their lips moving in a slow rhythm. She reached out, running her fingers through Momo’s hair before tucking the short locks behind her ear. Momo pulled away at the contact, lazily smiling at her, lips shining and kiss swollen. Mina looked dazed between them, chest heaving and lips pink, drowning in the attention. Sana cupped Momo’s face in her hands, pulling her into a kiss. She could sense the wall that Mina’s heart started pounding faster at the sight, making her smile against Momo’s lips. 

Her hand reached between them, parting Mina’s legs to trace along her inner thighs. Her jeans were rough against her fingertips, making Sana wish that the cab would hurry so she could take them off of the woman. She heard Mina whimper softly at the contact, her own hand covering her mouth to muffle herself as Sana's fingers went higher to trace the heat of her clothed core. Sana ached at the sound as she felt the vibrations of Momo groaning against her lips, throbbing at the thought of what would come next.

The car came to a halt, the lights of a hotel illuminating the car. The driver sat in silence for a moment, gauging how to tell his passengers that they’ve arrived. The man cleared his throat, making Sana and Momo pull away with a wet sound. He stammered and tripped over his words until Momo simply rolled her eyes, reaching down for her purse and stuffing a wad of twenties into an awaiting hand. 

The two had some sense to book a hotel before going out, avoiding some lingering looks from the receptionist. Sana held a dazed Mina’s hand in her own as Momo led them to the elevator. She smiled at the older woman as she extended an arm to keep the door from closing as the three walked in. The ride up was short, but the ride to the third floor felt as if it was to the thirtieth. 

They entered the hotel room quietly, the rush that they felt in the club ebbing away and turning into something more quiet as if they wanted to savor their time together. Momo said something quietly about freshening up in the bathroom as Sana led their guest over to the bed. She sat down on the plush sheets next to Mina, her hand resting lightly on her thigh. 

Mina swallowed hard, tongue flicking out to lick her lips at the contact. “Mina…” Her eyes quickly found her’s, “Can I kiss you?” The woman beside her only giggled softly, leaning in to connect their lips.

Mina’s lips were soft and sweet against her own, pillowy and addicting. Sana’s tongue trace her bottom lip, willing her lips open and groaning as Mina allowed it. 

She tasted heady and intoxicating, making her nearly blind to the sudden dip in the bed. She pull away for a moment, finding Momo moving on the bed to the two of them, eyes dark and almost predatory. She smiled at her partner before capturing Mina’s lips once again. 

Momo quickly occupied herself, tucking Mina’s hair back to give her access to her neck. She could feel the way that Mina was melting under the attention, soft whimpers muted by the lips on her own. Momo trailed kisses down Mina’s neck, down to her exposed collarbone, and reached a hand between them, cupping a breast in her hand and gently squeezing. Mina moaned against her lips, the sound making Sana shiver. 

There was a desire growing in her and she could feel the same radiating off of Momo, it was bad manners to play with food, but the sounds that Mina were making made it hard to stop. When she finally did pull away the sight almost made her lose any sense of restraint. Mina’s lips were parted slightly, hair mused, and her lips shining. 

Momo quietly took her place on the bed, sitting up with her back on the headboard, murmuring a quiet, “Come here baby,” as she motioned for Mina to sit on her lap. Sana shivered as she watched, biting back a whine as she heard the sounds of Mina’s lips meeting Momo’s. Sana moved to sit behind Mina, her lips finding the younger woman’s neck. 

The way that Mina’s back arched at the contact made Sana smirk against her neck, tongue trailing wet and hot down the sensitive skin. She heard the pair separate with a wet sound, Momo’s eyes finding her own. Her eyes were a deep wine red, if they weren’t the same Sana would have lost herself in them. Momo smiled at her darkly, exposing fangs peeking out from her lips. 

She understood the notion, willing her own fangs to appear. Sana nuzzled into the right side of Mina’s neck, Momo occupying the right. She took in the younger woman’s scent, her eyes almost rolling back. The pair bit down at the same moment, the pain sharp and sudden making Mina cry out. The sound turned into a moan as Sana hummed at the iron taste coating her tongue. 

It was sweeter than she imagined, making her almost lose focus. It was a dangerous balance, taking only what she needed and not letting her mind dwell on the pleasure for two long. She heard Momo hum in satisfaction beside her as Mina moved slightly. Sana opened her eyes curiously, finding Mina’s hips unconsciously bucking at the feeling, seeming as if she was desperately trying to grind against Momo’s lap. Sana’s eyebrows raised in amusement, not only was she sweet, but she seemed to be finding pleasure in it all. 

When the two finally parted, Mina nearly collapsed into Momo’s arms. Her breathing was heavy, eyes heavy with pleasure to the point where it seemed she could barely keep them open. Her hips found purchase on Momo’s thigh, grinding hard and slow. Her head rested on Momo’s shoulder, looking up at her with pleading eyes as she managed a soft and whiny, “Please…”

-

It was late when Mina’s mortality finally caught up to her, completely spent as she laid on the mess of the bedsheets. Sana licked her lips, humming in satisfaction at the heady taste that she had been lapping up moments before. Momo sat back against the headboard, catching her own breath as she smiled lazily at Sana. Her voice was hoarse, chuckling lowly, “She’s a fun one, isn’t she?” 

Sana stood from the bed, padding softly to the bathroom in the hotel room, “She is, makes me want to turn her.” 

Momo laughed at the suggestion, “Wish we could, but there’s no fun in that.” 

She turned to her partner, pouting her voice turning more into a whine, “There’s lots of fun in that, she could be our little plaything. C’mon she liked it."

The older woman nodded in agreement to her words and paused for a moment as she thought to herself. “I suppose we could.” She sat up pointing a finger at Sana, “But you’re going to be the one taking care of her.”

“Don’t be like that, you were having fun with her too!” Sana looked ecstatic, as if Momo had just given her a present. She walked back to the bed, losing interest in the shower that she ached to have. “Now… Do you get to do it or do I?” 

Momo shifted on the bed, moving Mina’s hair to expose her neck again. Her porcelain skin was littered with hickies, dark red painting the skin along with the small pricks from their fangs. The woman beneath them stirred slightly and looked up at Momo. “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” 

Sana sat on the bed again, moving to Mina’s side. She trailed a finger on the woman’s neck, watching in delight as she shivered. Her voice was a low whisper, dark and husky, “Tell me Mina, would you like to stay with us?"

The woman beneath them swallowed hard, her voice scratchy and hoarse from their activities, managing a quiet “Yes, please yes."

Sana smiled at her softly, leaning down and whispering against her neck, “Good girl.” She kissed Mina’s neck before sinking her teeth into the delicate skin once again. Mina whimpered beneath her and she heard Momo softly praise her. The bite was different, not intending to drink, but to claim. There was a tug that she felt in her mind, something that connected Mina to her on a plane that was no longer simply physical. As she pulled away she watched with a satisfied smile as Mina’s eyes twinkled the same deep red as her own. The bond was unbreakable, marking Mina as her’s, belonging to only the two of them and the moon that illuminated the night sky.