Tzuyu Comes To See Jihyo In The Middle Of The Night, Lightly Tugging At Her Shirt Because Her Oral Fixation

Can we talk about how much Mina loves to be collared even outside the bedroom? She's just waiting for someone could yank her closer to them and double the grip of the collar with their hand

YES mina walking around the dorm with her collar on hhhhh the members are like tf u doing but she just smiles and keeps showing off the big "mommy's" written in fancy letters on a silver plate (tbh it was expensive but maybe shes an exhibitionist)

she cant help but whimper when nayeon approaches with the leash on her hands and attach it to her collar :( it's everything she wanted and she can't be happier whenever one of the members tug on it so they can kiss her

ok but concept: tzuyu wrapping the leash around her wrist so mina chokes whenever she tugs on it sksjskskskskksks please

“You’re absolutely fantastic” with sahyo please🥺

"Am I a good leader?", Jihyo asks Sana in a tiny voice. They're curled up in Sana's bed and it was 3am when Jihyo woke her up, asking her if they could sleep together.

"Of course you are!", Sana says, her tone an octave higher. Jihyo laughs and shushes her, turning around to face the japanese girl.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm not doing anything right," Jihyo confesses "Like I'm not good enough to lead you guys"

"Darling," Sana cups her face and stares at her so warmly that Jihyo can feel the blush on her own cheeks "You're absolutely fantastic"

nayeon + assplay = perfection

Jeongyeon slowly eating Nayeon's ass (btw I love your writing. I already sent many asks, lol)

ah thank you!!

the only time jeongyeon is ever top with nayeon is in a service top way, because she loves to take her time with the older girl and really work her up, doing all the little things she knows nayeon loves. she knows nayeon like the back of her hand, has every single thing she loves memorized, and she tries to do whatever she can to make nayeon feel good.

“o-oh, jeong,” nayeon moans, tugging her closer by her hair. it’s filthy how much she loves when jeongyeons tongue circles her tight hole, how she drips slick at the mere idea of it. “fuck baby, so good.”

jeongyeon smiles and moans into her, taking her time as always, feeling proud of herself that she gets to make nayeon sound like that.

Where's that dajeongmi thing :(

oh dear i havent finished it yet :( tbh the first chapter is a fluff thing and i have so many things to do that i dont wanna mess it up sooo im taking my time

idea in my head: complete visual scene in my head with high emotions and its intense as shit and has dramatic lighting to fit the mood idea when I write it:

THANK YOU 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

NO PROBLEM 💗💗🥺

student!momo has a crush on professor!mina and nearly fails her class because she's too focused on mina's cleavage showing everytime she bends over and her ass looking incredibly good in her tight pencil skirts. when mina asks momo to stay after class to discuss her grades, she's so amazed by how good mina looks that she kisses her and surprisingly, mina kisses back which ends up with momo eating mina out while she sits on her desk.

this got quite big help

“momo,” mina calls once the other students started to leave, eyes trained on the way momo gulped as she finished packing her things, “can we talk?”

momo approaches slowly, trying to keep looking at mina’s face and not her cleavage. she just looked so good in that white blouse, and momo could even see the shadow of a lacy bra if she concentrated enough. mina was also wearing her favorite pencil skirt, a navy-blue one, and the way she tied her hair in a low bun-

“momo?”, mina calls again, “are you feeling okay? you’re sweating”, she gets up and walks around her table to face momo, a few inches taller due to her heels, brushing momo’s bangs aside so she can check her temperature. “well, you don’t have a fever at least”

“huh?”, momo breathed in her perfume, hands shaking as she grips her backpack’s straps tighter. “fever?”

“yeah,” mina grins and backs up, almost sitting on her table. she crosses her arms, and momo can’t help but look at her chest again. “so, you’re doing quite bad on your advanced chemistry classes, which is surprising. i checked your grades with other teachers and i wanna know why my subject is the only one that you apparently can’t concentrate on.”

“hm, concentrate, yeah, i-”, momo gulps, cheeks redder by the second, “i’m- i concentrate very well, miss myoui, i just have a b-bit of a bad time on chemistry cause, hm- i really like anatomy and i’ve been studying a lot and i-”

“anatomy, huh?” mina raises her eyebrow “well, you should have asked for help with chemistry, then” she smiles, her voice an octave lower, “or are you too busy studying the anatomy of my boobs?”

momo closed her eyes. you fucking dumbass, she screamed inside, sure that she would definitely fail miss myoui’s subject, that she would even fail the whole semester. she heard mina giggle, and suddenly, her breath catched on her throat, eyes fluttering open. mina was dangerously close.

“you always look so cute,” mina starts, index finger rolling one lock of momo’s hair “staring at me from your table, pratically drooling over whatever movement i make”, she hums, lips brushing momo’s cheek. “always pressing your thighs together when i lean down to talk to one of the boys who sit in front of you and you can have a nice view of my cleavage, hm? or my ass?” 

“i-, miss myoui, i’m sorry-” momo’s voice was barely a whisper, one mina didn’t let her finish. 

“you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you? do you look at your other subjects professors like that, too?” her smile is dangerous, heavy with promises, and momo’s head is spinning when she closes the distance.

mina’s lips are soft, momo learns, and her tongue is sweet. her blood boils when mina moans into her mouth and she grips her waist tight, helping her on the table, setting herself between the teachers legs. mina pulls on her hair and bites her lower lip, rudly, only to kiss momo even deeper. 

“miss myoui,” momo breathes when they finally let go, forehead pressed to mina’s. the teacher rushes her to put her backpack aside, and when she goes for it, mina gets up to lock the door. momo is kinda grateful that the door doesn’t have that see-through thing. she is thinking about how bad it would be if the door was like that when mina grips the hem of her shirt and kisses her again, slowly this time, hands making their way up an down momo’s toned abs. she takes her time to feel momo, feel her muscles tensing when she scratches momo’s stomach, feel the younger girl’s hands rolling up her skirt.

“who could tell that the wonderful hirai momo would be fucking one of her college teachers,” mina teases, tongue pressing down momo’s bottom lip.

momo can barely think as she helps mina get on her table again, as she falls on her knees and pushes her legs open, as she shoves her panties aside and wrap her lips around mina’s clit. mina has a hand on her hair, and when momo looks up, she’s unbottoning her shirt and unclamping her bra. her nipples are pretty, all pink and standing proud when mina pinches them, and momo wishes she could give them some attention too.

she closes her eyes and concentrate on the feeling of mina’s pussy, so sweet and wet for her. for her. momo’s mind is blank, and she trails her tongue down to her entrance, teasing, wanting.

“come on, baby,” mina moans, hips bucking, pulling momo’s hair harder. “come on, fuck me”

god, momo thinks as her tongue finally slips in, thumb going up to rub circles on mina’s clit, holy shit. mina’s head is thrown back now, chest beautifully exposed, one of her hands still playing with her own nipples, the other gripping tightly on one of her chemistry books. momo almost finds it funny how close she is to ripping it, and she closes her eyes again when mina’s walls tighten around her tongue.

she’s stading up, then, arm around mina’s waist to bring her closer, two fingers pumping in and out of the professor so fast that mina has to muffle her moans on momo’s neck. 

“are you gonna come, miss myoui?” momo asks almost innocently, curling her fingers a bit, slowing the pace but increasing the strenght she’s using. mina nods, whimpers, and the heat on her lower tummy releases when she hears the soft whine that falls from momo’s lips. 

mina takes a while to recover, pressing tired kisses to momo’s neck. she moans softly when momo takes her fingers out. 

“can you give me your number?” mina asks, looking up at momo with a smile. momo doesn’t say anything; her answer comes in the way she blinks, slowly, innocently, as the fingers soaked with mina’s slick come contact with her tongue, as she cleans them up shamelessly. it’s breathtaking, and mina can’t help but bring her to another kiss. 

when momo finally leaves that damn classroom, hair messy, cheeks red, grinning to everyone who looks at her and neck all bruised up, she can’t wait for the professor to send her a message later.

3am and im wondering about that one fan who offered to be sanas pet since shes raising none and sana just went "yeah sure" and even wrote "mine" next to the fans name on her signature;;;;;;;;;

businesswoman sana and her freeuse desk pet mina