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Jiyeon’s up to something, Sojung can tell.
She’s been flitting about the dorm with a little smile playing around the corner of her lips, the kind that hints at mischief and promises trouble.
Sojung wants none of it. She’s been cooped up in her room all day, poring over her notebook with her pen poised over scribbled-over lyrics and rewritten melodies, trying to puzzle out the latest song she’s trying to write. Her eyes have been boring holes into the pages for so long they hurt. She just wants to stay as far away as possible from whatever havoc Jiyeon wants to wreak. Whatever it is.
Hyunjung is over at their dorm today, dressed in comfortable, loose-fitting clothes, lounging by the window and reading. Sojung watches Jiyeon saunter up to her, watches the way Hyunjung lifts a lazy hand from her book to thumb Jiyeon’s bare thigh just under the hem of her shorts, and thinks she has some idea of what Jiyeon has in mind that’s got her smiling like that.
She turns her attention back to the peach she’s cutting, sighing heavily. While Jiyeon and Hyunjung get to have fun among themselves, Sojung doesn’t have that kind of luxury. The song she’s writing stubbornly eludes her, a vague melody that refuses to take form yet drums the inside of her skin like a heartbeat. She wants to pen it down—but she can’t quite seem to get it right.
“Sojungie,” a voice sings from behind her. The scent of Jiyeon’s shampoo wafts over her shoulder.
“Mm,” she says, continuing to slice at her peach. The juice dribbles onto her skin where her knife has parted its flesh, sweet and cool.
“I can cut more for you,” Jiyeon offers. “I know you’re working on a song.”
Sojung turns to shoot her a brief smile. It feels a little strained at the edges, but if Jiyeon notices, she doesn’t say anything. “It’s okay. I’m nearly done, anyway.”
She senses movement over by the window. Hyunjung has raised her head from her book and is watching them at the kitchen sink, quietly observing. Sojung doesn’t want to get in the way of whatever those two are going to get up to. She tosses the knife she’s using into the sink, picks up her bowl, and turns to leave the kitchen, her mind already returning to the incomplete lyrics scrawled in her notebook.
“Wait.” Jiyeon’s small fingers slip around her free hand. “You’ve got a little something.”
“Hmm?” Sojung says absentmindedly, looking down. Oh—right. Juice from the peach she was cutting still shines on her fingers. She reaches for a tissue.
“Here,” Jiyeon says, and tugs her wrist upwards. Her lips land on Sojung’s thumb, then her index finger, gently sucking the juice from Sojung’s skin.
Sojung’s brain stumbles to a halt.
“Huh?” she tries to say, but it comes out as a confused stutter.
Jiyeon meets her eyes, lips still on her skin, and curls her soft, warm tongue around her finger.
Sojung feels her jaw slacken. Somewhere behind her, she can still feel Hyunjung’s eyes on them, and it makes her shift restlessly. The dorm feels too warm, suddenly. She wants to tug at her collar, if only Jiyeon would take her damn hand out of her mouth—
Then Jiyeon releases Sojung’s finger, smiling, and plants a lingering kiss on her finger. “Tastes good,” she says, and smiles again, before skipping off to join Hyunjung at the window, leaving Sojung staring blankly after her in confusion.
She’s been trying to figure out the bridge of this song for what feels like ages. Sojung rubs a hand along her brow tiredly. Everything she’s written down seems awkward, stilted, as if she’s using someone else’s hand to clumsily write the lyrics to her own song.
A light knock sounds at her bedroom door, before it’s pushed open. Jiyeon peeks around the doorway, holding a bowl of peaches. “How’s the song going?”
“It’s okay.” Sojung lets her pen clatter onto her notebook.
“I brought more.” Jiyeon holds the bowl of peaches out. Sojung feels her eyes soften.
“For me?”
“Yes, for you.” Jiyeon laughs, setting the bowl down on her table and flicking her forehead lightly. “Who else would it be for? Dummy.”
Sojung pretends to dramatically clutch at her forehead, while Jiyeon rolls her eyes, but Sojung can see a smile tugging at her lips nonetheless. It makes her smile, in turn. Making Jiyeon smile has always made her feel good. “You’ve mortally wounded me.”
“Sorry,” Jiyeon says, not sounding sorry at all. “Want me to kiss it better?”
“I—what?” Sojung barely has time to get the words out before cool lips are pressing to her forehead, lingering there, before pulling away. Jiyeon’s breath puffs softly against her skin, and a memory flashes to the forefront of her mind, unbidden, of those same lips wrapping around her finger and sucking—
“Better?” Jiyeon murmurs, her voice an octave lower than usual. Sojung swallows.
“Yes?” It sounds like a question.
Jiyeon draws back, prodding her shoulder with a finger. Sojung tries to remember how to breathe again.
“You’re so tense. You always get like this whenever you’re having trouble with a song.”
“I’ll finish soon,” Sojung insists, “and then I can rest.”
“Hmm.” Jiyeon doesn’t look convinced. She sits down in Sojung’s spare chair, the creaky one she puts next to her desk and never uses, then puts her hands on Sojung’s shoulders, squeezing gently.
“These knots,” she tuts in disapproval, her thumbs rubbing back and forth across Sojung’s neck, drawing firm circles into her skin.
Sojung stiffens, surprised, then gradually relaxes under her touch. It’s oddly soothing. “You’re—nnh—kinda good at this,” she admits, a grunt caught in the back of her throat. Her head lolls back, her hand slipping from her notebook and falling into her lap.
“Of course I am.” Jiyeon moves lower, thumbs digging into Sojung’s shoulder blades, and Sojung lets out a pleased groan.
“You should take breaks, you know,” Jiyeon says sternly. Her fingers press harder, and Sojung’s eyes flutter shut, “not keep going until you pass out from exhaustion.”
“I can’t,” Sojung says, eyes still closed. “Deadline’s in a week.”
“You’d probably write better if you’d just rest once in a while.”
“I know, I know.”
Jiyeon’s thumbs dig into her skin again, her fingers spanning Sojung’s back for better purchase. She rubs a circle into a knot she finds, making another soft sound of disapproval, and ever so slightly, the tips of her fingers brush against the side of Sojung’s breasts.
Sojung doesn’t think anything of it, at first. Jiyeon’s giving her a back massage and none of them ever bothers to wear a bra around the dorm; there’s bound to be some accidental touching.
Jiyeon’s fingertips brush against her breasts again, this time lingering there, long enough to be deliberate. Sojung’s eyes flutter open, blinking.
“Shh,” Jiyeon murmurs, as if she can sense Sojung’s about to say something. “Let me take care of you.”
“Wh—” Sojung says, then stops as Jiyeon’s slender fingers slip around to the underside of her breasts.
“You’ve been working so hard, Sojung-ah.” Jiyeon’s fingers are rubbing back and forth, slowly. “The line between your eyebrows hasn’t gone away all week. Have you noticed?”
“I—no?” Sojung stammers. Her breathing is a little heavier now, her chest heaving lightly in Jiyeon’s cupped hands. She feels soft lips press to the back of her neck.
“Well,” Jiyeon says. Her hands move up a little, and she squeezes lightly. Sojung’s breath catches. “I have. And so has unnie.”
“Hyunjung unnie?” Sojung says, though she knows very well it can’t be anyone else but Hyunjung.
“Mm.” Jiyeon hums against the back of her neck. “We’re worried about you.”
Her fingers creep higher, brushing Sojung’s nipples. Sojung involuntarily arches her back, pushing her breasts into Jiyeon’s hands. She feels the lips on the back of her neck widen into a pleased smile.
“Jiyeon, what…” Sojung whispers.
Jiyeon shushes her again, trapping both nipples in between her fingers through her shirt and squeezing. Sojung feels her lips on the tense muscle of her shoulder as Jiyeon kisses it, then takes the skin between her lips and sucks gently. A whimper sounds in the air between them; Sojung realises belatedly that it’s her. The noise seems to rouse her a little from her confused haze.
“I have to—I have to work on these lyrics,” Sojung manages to say, gasping a little as Jiyeon begins rolling the hardened buds between her fingers.
“Do you?” Jiyeon pinches her nipples, trailing slow kisses up Sojung’s neck. When her lips meet her pulse point, she flicks her tongue against it, scraping her teeth deliberately where Sojung’s pulse throbs. Sojung gasps again, straining in her seat.
“Yes—deadline next week—” Her words are jumbled now, her breathing labored.
“Okay,” Jiyeon says simply. The fingers on her breasts give her one last playful tweak, then they withdraw, as do the lips on her neck.
“Wait—what?” Sojung says, confused. Her pulse roars in her ears.
“You’re right. I shouldn’t be disturbing you,” Jiyeon says thoughtfully. The chair creaks noisily behind her, and with some despair, Sojung realises she’s getting up and leaving.
“But you—” Sojung begins, still very confused.
“I’ll leave you to it,” Jiyeon says brightly. “Good luck!”
The door shuts, and Sojung fidgets in her chair, unsatisfied and aroused. Her underwear feels uncomfortably damp against her skin. She slaps a hand to her forehead, the line between her eyebrows deepening.
“What the fuck,” she groans.
Twenty minutes later, Sojung finds herself in the kitchen, getting a glass of water. Whatever Jiyeon did to her hasn’t helped her writer’s block in the slightest; if anything, it’s only worsened it. She’s tried to put her pen to her paper multiple times, only for the most inappropriate, provocative lyrics to flow for what should be an upbeat summer song. She takes a big gulp of water, pressing the cool glass to her flushed forehead and wishing she could douse her body with it instead.
“How’s the song coming along?”
Sojung turns. “Unnie,” she says, with no small amount of relief. “Help me.”
“Why? What’s going on?” Hyunjung says, a note of concern in her voice as she reaches past Sojung to grab a glass of water as well, her hand settling on Sojung’s hip to steady herself.
Sojung twitches. She’s already so hot and bothered that her skin feels a little sensitive, and Hyunjung’s warm hand on her hip over her thin shirt damn near sets her skin aflame. She lets it go, though; she doesn’t think Hyunjung did it on purpose, unlike—
“Jiyeon,” she says. “Please keep her under control. Please.”
There’s a ghost of a smile on Hyunjung’s lips. “What makes you think I can do that?”
Sojung frowns. “Isn’t that what you’re here for, today?”
Hyunjung shrugs. “Among other things,” she says, vaguely.
She finishes filling her glass, and draws back to look Sojung in the eye. Sojung sucks in a surprised breath—they’re closer than she thought. Hyunjung’s dark eyes meet hers, her nose practically brushing Sojung’s. The hand on her hip drops an inch lower. Hyunjung’s thumb slips under her shirt and strokes the skin there, softly.
“So tense,” Hyunjung whispers, echoing Jiyeon’s words from before. The rest of her fingers join her thumb, creeping under Sojung’s shirt. “When was the last time you took a break?”
Sojung stares at her, flustered and confused. “I don’t know?”
Hyunjung’s mouth thins briefly in disapproval, before she moves closer, trapping Sojung between her and the kitchen counter. Her fingers skate along Sojung’s hip, dipping just under the loose waistband of her sweatpants, brushing along her panties.
Sojung shivers. “Unnie, what are you—”
Hyunjung’s leg slots between Sojung’s thighs as she leans even closer. Sojung chokes out a moan, her free hand reaching up to grasp at Hyunjung’s shirt as she tries to resist the urge to grind down.
“Tell me, what did Jiyeon do to you?” Hyunjung murmurs as she presses her knee more firmly into Sojung’s center. Sojung whimpers.
“Exactly what you’re doing now!”
Hyunjung raises an eyebrow. “Really? She told me it went something more like this.”
She sets her glass down, and the hand that isn’t on Sojung’s hip cups her breast, squeezing slowly, her palm rubbing deliciously against her sensitive nipple. Sojung groans, unwittingly pushing her chest further into Hyunjung’s hand, and Hyunjung meets her lips in a heated kiss, her tongue skating along Sojung’s bottom lip, fingers slowly caressing her bare hip.
Sojung doesn’t know what Hyunjung and Jiyeon are trying to pull. She tries to clear her mind, tries to think of the lines of subpar lyrics scribbled in her notebook, but Hyunjung’s hands are on her skin, her full lips moving against her own, and Hyunjung is an awfully good kisser. Sojung bites back a curse, her hand reaching up of its own will to thread itself in Hyunjung’s hair, deepening the kiss until the song she’s supposed to be writing is a hazy, distant memory.
Suddenly, Hyunjung pulls back, frowning. Sojung stares at her, panting a little. Her skin tingles where Hyunjung’s fingers have been; she feels lightheaded.
“Unnie?” she whispers, wondering if Hyunjung will stop what she’s doing and disappear from sight like Jiyeon had. She doesn’t know whether to be relieved or terrified at the thought. Her mediocre song and its unsatisfactory lyrics is a distant thought at the back of her mind now.
Hyunjung stares pointedly at her shirt. “I should’ve put your glass down too.”
It’s only then that Sojung notices her glass is empty and the front of her shirt is soaked. Most of it has spilled on her, thankfully; Hyunjung’s shirt is mostly dry.
“Did Chu Sojung pull another Chu Sojung?” comes an amused voice from the doorway. Sojung looks over to see Jiyeon watching them, leaning casually against the doorframe.
“You—when did you get here? Were you just watching the whole time?” she balks, jabbing a finger in Jiyeon’s direction.
Jiyeon just smiles, making her way over to them, her fingers brushing Hyunjung’s wrist briefly as she passes by her. Sojung watches her approach with nothing short of dread.
Jiyeon doesn’t say anything for a while. Sojung sees her eyes flick down the length of her body, then up again. She’s suddenly extremely aware of how the front of her shirt is completely drenched, how the material is clinging to her skin. On top of it all, of course she’d chosen to wear white today.
“Ooh.” She sees Jiyeon’s tongue dart out to wet her lips slowly, the glint in her eyes hungry, before she’s pressing closer, curling a finger around the knot binding Sojung’s shorts. “No bra?”
“You knew I wasn’t wearing one when you—you know,” Sojung hisses.
Jiyeon looks up at her, blinking innocently. “When I what?”
“You know what I mean!”
“When I did this?” Jiyeon reaches up, cupping Sojung’s breast and circling her nipple with her thumb. Her fingers on Sojung’s sodden shirt provides a sinful kind of friction that has Sojung aching for more. She shudders under Jiyeon’s touch.
“Are you cold?” Jiyeon says, her voice dripping with faux concern. She tugs at Sojung’s wet shirt. “It’s probably your shirt.”
“She’s right.” Hyunjung comes to stand beside Jiyeon, her fingers brushing the sliver of damp skin where Sojung’s shirt has ridden up. “We should get you out of it, you’re going to catch a cold.”
“I—” Sojung’s head is buzzing. Hyunjung’s full lips are a shade redder than usual, her hair mussed from when Sojung had run her fingers through it. Her fingers rest on Sojung’s hip bone, tapping the skin there lightly. And Jiyeon isn’t helping things in the slightest. She presses closer to Sojung, pretty eyes mischievous, the curl of her lip almost wicked as the hand on Sojung’s breast squeezes again, trapping her nipple in between two fingers and squeezing.
“Let us take care of you,” Jiyeon cajoles. Her fingers squeeze Sojung’s nipple again, while Hyunjung dips her head, nosing at the sensitive skin of her neck. Sojung whimpers. “You’ve been working so hard, Sojung-ah.”
“I—the rest are going to see,” she protests weakly.
“Everyone’s out for the day,” Hyunjung tells her, lips brushing her collarbone. “We have the dorm to ourselves.”
“And even if they weren’t, I don’t think it would be such a bad thing, would it?” Jiyeon gives her a devilish grin, fingers starting to peel Sojung’s wet shirt away from her skin. “Someone as hot as you deserves to be seen.”
Sojung feels her legs grow weak at Jiyeon’s words. She knows it wouldn’t happen—though it’s become routine for many of the members to have “fun” with each other from time to time, they’ve never done it with other members watching, but the thought—
Jiyeon’s lips press to hers as she tugs her shirt further upwards, fingers creeping onto the sensitive undersides of her bare breasts, swallowing Sojung’s moan as she licks her way into her mouth. Sojung feels Hyunjung’s plump lips on her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, and she gasps into Jiyeon’s mouth.
Jiyeon pulls back and pauses, her hands halting in their movement, Sojung’s shirt pulled just above her breasts. She puts a thoughtful finger to her chin. “She said she had a song to write though, unnie,” she says.
“She did,” Hyunjung agrees, continuing to kiss and nip at her collarbone. “Maybe we should just let her work.”
Sojung breathes heavily, hands gripping the counter behind her like a lifeline. “I…I do have a song…”
Jiyeon’s hands drop from her breasts. Hyunjung straightens, lips leaving her neck, fingers slipping from her hips. They both take a step back, and Sojung nearly whines in disappointment. Her skin tingles, aching for their hands to be back on her body.
“If that’s what you want,” Hyunjung says. There’s a smile in her voice.
“If not…” Jiyeon tilts her head. “We’ll be in my room.”
Sojung doesn’t make it past ten minutes before she groans, head falling into her hands, pen clenched between her fingers. She’s spent the entire time shifting restlessly, her pen hovering uselessly over her notebook, Hyunjung’s kiss-swollen lips and Jiyeon’s sultry gaze on her mind no matter how hard she tries to focus.
Within the next five minutes, she’s knocking on Jiyeon’s bedroom door with an air of resignation, with the bowl of peaches Jiyeon sliced for her earlier in her hands.
“Come in,” a lilting voice says.
She pushes the door open warily. Jiyeon is lying languidly against the pillows on her bed, Hyunjung’s head pillowed in her lap. Both of them are smiling. Sojung grits her teeth.
“Sojung,” Jiyeon says delightedly. Her fingers comb through Hyunjung’s hair, thumb brushing her cheekbone. “You came.”
“You two know I have a song to write,” Sojung says petulantly. “And a deadline. Why’d you…”
Jiyeon pats the space on her bed beside her, and Sojung sits, still grumbling. Jiyeon’s hand settles on her bare thigh almost immediately. “You brought the peaches,” she says happily, completely ignoring Sojung’s question.
“I didn’t want them to go to waste.”
Hyunjung sits up as well, leaning across Sojung to pluck a slice from the bowl, her hand resting by Sojung’s hip to balance herself.
“Mm,” she says, nibbling at the peach. Her full lips are wet with its juice, and her tongue slips out to lick it away. Sojung stares, unable to tear her eyes away. Hyunjung notices.
“Want some?”
Sojung wants to say no, just to spite them both. But the dark look in Hyunjung’s eyes is as tempting as the juicy peach in her hands.
Hyunjung seems to pick up on her hesitation. “It’s okay if you don’t.”
She turns to Jiyeon, who readily opens her mouth, her eyes playful. Hyunjung slots the peach into her mouth, Jiyeon’s lips wrapping around her fingers as she does. Her cheeks hollow lightly as she meets Hyunjung’s eyes, and Sojung knows she’s sucking Hyunjung’s fingers, can feel the ghost of Jiyeon’s lips wrapped around her own. She whimpers under her breath.
They both turn to her at the noise, Jiyeon chewing the peach.
“This is really good,” Hyunjung says earnestly. “You can still have a taste if you want.”
Sojung reaches for the bowl, only for her wrist to be caught in between Hyunjung’s gentle fingers. “Ah, not like that.”
Before Sojung can say anything, Jiyeon takes her chin and kisses her, cool lips moving against her own, sweet from the peach Hyunjung fed to her. Hyunjung’s right—this peach is really good, and it tastes even sweeter on Jiyeon’s soft lips. Sojung unwittingly presses closer, sucking gently on Jiyeon’s bottom lip, and Jiyeon mewls softly into her mouth, one hand coming up to clasp the back of her neck and pull her closer, the other inching up her thigh.
Then Jiyeon pulls back, smiling at her. Sojung stares at her, breathing heavily, and reaches for her again, only to find she can’t move her right hand.
Hyunjung has tied her wrist to the headboard.
“Unnie,” Sojung says, surprised, tugging experimentally at the restraint. It’s secure, loose enough so it doesn’t hurt her, but tight enough for her to feel friction against her wrist whenever she moves. Small fingers pick up her other wrist, and she looks over to see that Jiyeon has secured her other wrist to the headboard.
Hyunjung hums, walking her fingers delicately past Sojung’s collarbone, between her breasts, down her taut abdomen, toying with the string on Sojung’s shorts.
Sojung makes a soft, frustrated noise in the back of her throat, pushing her hips up to meet Hyunjung’s hand. She doesn’t care for whatever Jiyeon and Hyunjung have in mind, or why they’ve bound her to the bed’s headboard—as long as they get her off and finish what they’ve started. Quickly, so she can get back to muddling over her song.
Hyunjung’s fingers don’t leave her shorts, warm and unmoving.
“Hurry up,” Sojung complains. She aches with need, wanting Hyunjung’s fingers inside her instead of resting atop her abdomen, wanting Jiyeon’s lips on hers again, and it’s only intensified by the urgency of her looming deadline. She shifts again impatiently, but Hyunjung’s fingers don’t move.
“So needy,” Jiyeon says lightly. Her hand skates over Sojung’s chest, brushing the sensitive tip of her breast. Sojung glares at her.
“You’re the ones that started this, and now you won’t do anything,” Sojung huffs. She pulls experimentally at her restraints again, but they don’t budge.
Jiyeon cocks her head at her. “What’s the hurry? Impatient to get back to your song?”
Sojung reddens. “I have a deadline.”
She sees Jiyeon and Hyunjung exchange brief glances.
“What,” she says.
“Nothing.” Hyunjung walks her fingers further down, tapping her panties gently, just above her clit. Sojung nearly bucks her hips, desperate for her touch. “Alright. We’ll make this quick. Won’t we, Jiyeon?”
“Yes, unnie,” Jiyeon says brightly. She leans forward, claiming Sojung’s lips again in a searing kiss, her hand palming Sojung’s chest. Sojung gasps into her mouth as Jiyeon rubs her thumb over her nipple before squeezing hard. Further down, slender fingers curl around her shorts and panties, drawing them down, and Sojung wriggles her hips easily to help Hyunjung get them off.
Finally, she thinks as her legs are nudged open, the cool air against her pussy making her shiver.
Hyunjung’s tongue delves into her folds in one deep, long, swipe, then makes slow circles around her clit. Sojung cries out into Jiyeon’s mouth.
“Faster,” she whines.
Jiyeon pulls back, and Sojung thinks she sees something disapproving in her gaze, but it’s gone before she can identify it. Then Jiyeon is pushing her shirt up over her chest, lips wrapping around her nipple and sucking hard, her hand groping her other breast. Hyunjung licks along her folds, dipping into her core occasionally, and Sojung whimpers and shakes, wanting more.
The dual stimulation of Jiyeon’s hands and tongue on her breasts and Hyunjung’s tongue flicking against her clit is almost too much to bear. Sojung wants to touch them, wants to feel their soft skin under her hands. Both Jiyeon and Hyunjung are wearing entirely too many clothes, she thinks. It isn’t fair.
“Clothes off,” she tries to order, but it just comes out weak and breathy.
Jiyeon lets go of the nipple in her mouth, sitting up and smiling at Sojung. “All in good time.”
“No, she’s got a point,” Hyunjung murmurs, sitting up as well. She slips her fingers around Jiyeon’s waist from behind, caressing her hip bones. As Jiyeon turns to look at her, Hyunjung captures her lips. Jiyeon makes a low noise of pleasure into the kiss, and Sojung nearly whimpers again as she realizes Jiyeon is tasting her off Hyunjung’s lips.
Hyunjung tugs Jiyeon’s shirt up and over her head, and Jiyeon breaks the kiss to let her. Sojung watches hungrily as every inch of fair skin is revealed, as Jiyeon’s breasts bounce enticingly as they’re freed.
“Mm,” Jiyeon says, licking her lips. “You taste good,” she tells Sojung, who feels heat creep into her cheeks.
“You look good,” she whispers.
“Doesn’t she?” Hyunjung says, cupping her breasts from behind, thumbing her nipples. Jiyeon’s head rolls back pliantly into the crook of Hyunjung’s neck as she makes a soft sound of approval. “It’s too bad you can’t touch her, isn’t it?”
Sojung grumbles under her breath. They’re still moving too slow for her liking. Jiyeon watches her through half-lidded eyes as Hyunjung gropes her bare breasts, looking faintly amused.
Casually, Jiyeon leans over, plucking a peach slice from the bowl and biting into it.
“These peaches really are good, you know.” She smirks at her, then squeezes the rest of the peach right onto Sojung’s breast. Sojung flinches in surprise as the cold juice drips onto her nipple, her wrists straining instinctively against her restraints, then gasps as Jiyeon’s lips envelop her nipple again, sucking it wetly, licking up the juices that have trailed messily down the slope of her breast.
“Mm,” Jiyeon hums against Sojung’s skin. Her lips detach from Sojung’s nipple with a lewd smacking noise. Sojung’s breast is slick with her saliva, her nipple puckering almost painfully in the cool air of the bedroom. Jiyeon notices, giving the hardened bud another firm lick, wiggling her tongue playfully against it until Sojung squirms, panting.
“Unnie, you should try it.” Jiyeon’s lips detach from her nipple with a wet pop. Her eyes glint with hunger and mischief. “It’s delicious.”
“Really,” Hyunjung says. She takes a peach as well, dribbling the juice onto Sojung’s chest, watching in fascination as the juice leaks down her skin. Jiyeon squeezes the peach in her hand again in tandem.
“Stop playing around,” Sojung gasps, straining at her restraints. Her nipples are so hard they’re almost painful. “God.”
As if she hadn’t said anything, Jiyeon and Hyunjung’s lips wrap around a nipple each, and Sojung’s head lolls back of its own volition, a moan caught in the back of her throat.
Hyunjung is gentle but firm, her tongue lapping slow, sure strokes against her nipple, taking her breast into one strong hand and squeezing gently. Jiyeon is a little rougher, pulling at her sensitive nipples in a way that has Sojung whimpering out of mingled pain and pleasure, scraping her teeth occasionally over her skin and tender nipple before soothing it with her tongue. Her hard nipples are chilled by the peach’s juices, and the contrast of their hot mouths and slick tongues around them make Sojung gasp and buck her hips, craving friction but getting none.
“Could you—nnh,” Sojung’s voice breaks off into a breathy moan as Hyunjung’s lips move against her nipple, sucking hard.
Hyunjung raises her head, meeting her eyes, while Jiyeon continues to work diligently at Sojung’s breast, licking and sucking around her nipple. Jiyeon always did like leaving marks on them, even if—especially if—they had a schedule the next day.
“Could we what, Sojung?” Hyunjung says softly. Her lips look redder, fuller than usual, her pupils blown, bangs sticking messily to her forehead, and Sojung whimpers just looking at her.
“Stop playing around,” Sojung says again, frustrated.
“Ah, right,” Hyunjung says. Her fingers drum Sojung’s pussy, light and teasing. “You have a song to write.”
“You could leave and write your song, you know,” Jiyeon says innocently, raising her head as well. “We won’t stop you.”
Sojung whimpers, raising her hips. “But I want—”
“What do you want, Sojung?” Hyunjung strokes her pussy lightly, her finger skating across her folds. Her eyes don’t leave Sojung’s.
“Your fingers in me,” Sojung grits out, her jaw clenched.
One, then two of Hyunjung’s fingers dip into her core, and Sojung groans.
“Deeper—please,” she begs, and Hyunjung’s fingers bury themselves up to the knuckle, but don’t move.
Sojung whines. She’s so frustrated she’s on the verge of tears. “Unnie, can you—move your fingers—not like that, faster—just fuck me, please!”
Hyunjung smiles, pumping her fingers in and out of Sojung, crooking her fingers exactly where she knows Sojung is most sensitive, and Sojung throws her head back, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. Hyunjung’s other hand returns to Sojung’s breast, squeezing and tugging her nipple. “All you had to do was ask.”
Sojung feels small fingers circling her clit then, and her eyes fly open to see Jiyeon, lips still wrapped around her nipple, hand working between her legs. She whimpers at the visual, fists clenching helplessly in their bindings. Hyunjung’s tongue goes back on her other other breast, fingers still fucking Sojung’s pussy, and it isn’t long before Sojung’s body tenses, shuddering under their relentless assault.
Jiyeon pauses, lips pulling back from her breast and fingers leaving her clit. Hyunjung’s fingers stop moving in her pussy, then pull out.
“What—” Sojung protests, head jerking up, looking between both of them wildly. Her pulse is roaring in her ears, clit throbbing, aching to be touched again. Hyunjung raises an eyebrow. Jiyeon is grinning. “Jiyeon? Unnie!”
“What do you think, unnie?” Jiyeon runs a finger down Sojung’s chest, her fingernail scraping her skin lightly. Sojung lets out another violent shudder. “Should we let her come?”
“Just so she can go back to writing her song?” Hyunjung slips an arm around Jiyeon’s waist, pulling her closer. “I don’t think so.”
“What?” Sojung gapes at them. “No—please—”
Hyunjung ignores her, pulling Jiyeon into a kiss, her hands caressing Jiyeon’s hip while Jiyeon’s tangle themselves in her hair. Jiyeon mewls, moving closer to her, her bare breasts pressing against Hyunjung’s clothed ones, Hyunjung’s hands roaming around her waist, along her back, cupping her ass through her panties.
Her hands look impossibly large on Jiyeon’s lithe, petite frame. Sojung whimpers at the sight, fidgeting restlessly and straining at her bindings.
Jiyeon moves her lips to the crook of Hyunjung’s neck, licking and sucking, marking Hyunjung’s fair skin like she marked Sojung’s. Hyunjung tilts her head lazily to allow her better access, her eyes meeting Sojung’s, and Sojung’s clit throbs again, almost painfully. Her pussy tingles with the memory of Hyunjung’s fingers buried to the knuckle inside of her, Jiyeon’s fingers rubbing her clit.
Hyunjung must have seen something of the raw desperation in Sojung’s gaze, because she smirks. “Jiyeon-ah.”
Jiyeon draws back from Hyunjung’s neck. “Unnie?”
“Give me your panties.”
Obediently, Jiyeon wriggles out of her lacy panties and hands them to Hyunjung, Sojung watching helplessly. Now Jiyeon is completely naked, as is Sojung save for the loose shirt Jiyeon’s crudely pushed up past her breasts. Hyunjung is the only one still fully clothed.
“Good girl,” Hyunjung murmurs. She examines Jiyeon’s panties in her hands for a brief moment, then turns and pushes them into Sojung’s mouth.
“Mmpf—” Sojung tries to say indignantly, straining at the bindings in protest.
“There. Now she can’t complain about having to write her song anymore.” Hyunjung’s dark eyes twinkle with mirth, while Jiyeon watches her greedily.
Recognizing the futility of struggling, Sojung quietens down, glaring and breathing at them heavily, her mouth working around the gag. As her tongue falls against the lace, she comes to a realization.
Jiyeon is drenched.
She can taste her arousal on the lace—the fabric is soaked and utterly ruined. Did Jiyeon get this wet just from kissing her and Hyunjung and from feeling her up? Sojung pulls fruitlessly at the restraints binding her to the headboard again, wishing she could touch her and feel her arousal for herself.
“Jiyeon,” Hyunjung says, as if she’s read her mind. “I want you to sit on Sojung’s thigh.”
“Yes, unnie,” Jiyeon says, slipping her legs around Sojung’s thigh. As her pussy makes contact with Sojung’s skin, Jiyeon’s eyes flutter, a whimper escaping her lips.
Jiyeon is unimaginably wet, and her hot, slick pussy against Sojung’s skin makes Sojung groan appreciatively around the panties in her mouth. Her thigh muscles flex instinctively to compensate for the additional weight, and Jiyeon gasps, hips grinding down, seeking the friction. Sojung feels the hard little bump of her clit skate against her soaked thigh.
“Ride her,” Hyunjung says calmly.
Jiyeon whimpers a yes, unnie again, and starts moving back and forth, the lewd sound of her folds moving slickly against Sojung’s skin filling the room. Hyunjung’s hands slip around Jiyeon from behind to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples, the veins in her fair skin standing out in stark relief from the action, and Sojung’s clit pulses again, wishing Hyunjung’s fingers were back in her core, wishing it could be her hands groping Jiyeon’s breasts. She lets out a muffled protest, tugging at her bindings, and Hyunjung shakes her head at her, smiling.
“Not until we’re sure that you won’t just run off to write your song.”
Sojung casts her as disgruntled a glare as she can manage despite her undignified gag. She settles for clenching her thigh muscles again, and watches as Jiyeon cries out, her hips stuttering forward on her thigh.
“Sojung-ah,” Jiyeon whimpers, “please…”
Sojung flexes her thigh again, momentarily forgetting her resentment in favor of watching her hungrily, while Hyunjung pulls at her nipples.
Jiyeon grinds down with a breathy moan of pleasure. “Unnie—unnie, can I…”
“Go ahead, princess,” Hyunjung mumbles into Jiyeon’s neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin there, and Sojung gasps around the panties in her mouth as she feels Jiyeon’s fingers slip into her core.
“Our poor leader,” Jiyeon breathes, looking at her through hooded eyelids as her hips move fluidly and her fingers pump in and out of Sojung’s core. “You want to come, don’t you?”
Sojung nods jerkily, and Jiyeon quickens her pace, adding a finger, fucking her fast and hard. Sojung mons, throwing her head back.
“You’re so wet for us, Sojung-ah,” Jiyeon whispers, while Hyunjung watches over her shoulder, dark eyes glittering. “If only everyone else could see you like this. The leader of WJSN, getting tied up and fucked hard by two of her bandmates.”
Sojung lets out a muffled whimper into Jiyeon’s panties, starting to tense and shake uncontrollably, sweat beading at her hairline. She can feel her core clenching erratically around Jiyeon’s fingers, stars forming behind half-closed eyes, her skin tingling from head to toe, she’s so close it hurts—
Hyunjung whispers something into Jiyeon’s ear. Jiyeon looks at her, stops, and pulls out slowly, a thin line of Sojung’s juices clinging to her fingers.
No no no—Sojung cries out loudly and unintelligibly into the gag in disbelief, trembling violently. She’s never wanted to come so badly in her life. Her pussy aches with the loss of Jiyeon’s fingers, her clit throbbing painfully.
“It’s a good thing we gagged her,” Hyunjung muses, “or she’d be screaming by now.”
Jiyeon leans back into Hyunjung’s arms, giggling, and Hyunjung pulls her into another searing kiss.
“Unnie, you’re wearing too much,” Jiyeon tells her, and Hyunjung lets her tug her shirt off.
“Better?” Hyunjung says, amused. Sojung whimpers at the sight of her bare body, of the taut lines of her defined abdomen, the little mole on her breast Sojung has always liked to put her lips and tongue to.
She thinks this might be the worst kind of torture she’s had to experience in a while.
“Much better,” Jiyeon agrees, capturing Hyunjung’s lips again, shamelessly groping her breast with one hand. Sojung whines while watching them, needing to be touched, aching to be filled. She clenches her thigh, hard, and Jiyeon gasps into the kiss. They break apart to look at her.
“Shh, don’t cry,” Jiyeon soothes, gently thumbing her eyes, and Sojung realizes belatedly that tears have sprung at the corners. “We’ll take care of you.”
Sojung speaks into the gag, loud and indignant and muffled. Jiyeon and Hyunjung exchange glances, before Hyunjung reaches over and gently extracts the panties from her mouth.
Gingerly, Sojung works her sore jaw, before saying hoarsely, “Please.”
Hyunjung leans forward, brushing a tender finger down her flushed, sweaty cheek. “Please what?”
“Please put your fingers back in me.” She trembles, her voice breaking off into a sob. “Either of you. I just want to come, please—”
“So you can go back to writing your song?” Hyunjung raises an eyebrow.
It’s the furthest thing from Sojung’s mind. “Fuck the song!” Her chest heaves with her words, her breathing labored, and she sees Jiyeon’s eyes drop to her breasts distractedly.
“Fuck the song,” Sojung repeats. Jiyeon takes a nipple between her fingers and squeezes gently, and Sojung whines loudly, pushing her chest further into her hands. “Just—fuck me, I want to come, please!”
Hyunjung considers her. There’s a small, satisfied smile playing around her full lips.
“Unnie,” Jiyeon says thoughtfully. She’s smiling, too. “We took out the gag and our leader can get a little loud, sometimes. I’m worried the neighbors might complain.”
“Ah,” Hyunjung says, while Sojung makes a noise of protest. “We don’t want that, do we?”
“No,” Jiyeon agrees. “I know how we can keep her quiet.”
“Oh?” Hyunjung’s eyes are twinkling. Sojung doesn’t think her face can get any redder.
“You could always sit on her face, unnie,” Jiyeon suggests, a note of mischief in her voice. With one finger, she pulls Hyunjung’s panties down her hips delicately. “That should shut her up.”
Sojung’s eyes glaze over at the thought. Jiyeon looks at her knowingly. “Would you like that, Sojung? Having unnie’s thighs around your face while you fuck her with your tongue?”
She whimpers.
“What’s that? You’re going to have to speak up,” Jiyeon teases.
“Yes,” she whispers, “I would—I’d like that.”
“Ask her.”
“Unnie,” Sojung rasps, meeting Hyunjung’s eyes. “Please sit on my face.”
This is one of Sojung’s favorite positions to be in; completely under the mercy of a pretty girl with her soft thighs clenched around her face, slick folds pressed to her waiting mouth. Jiyeon and Hyunjung know this all too well.
“You’re doing so well, Sojungie,” Jiyeon croons, as Sojung’s tongue parts Hyunjung’s folds and licks up and down, before flicking slow circles around her clit. Hyunjung looks down at her, her cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded, jet-black hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.
Sojung lets her tongue dip into her core, before licking a long, firm stripe up her folds and wiggling her tongue playfully against the hard nub of her clit. Hyunjung moans softly, grinding down on her face, and Sojung continues to alternate between playfully flicking her clit and slowly fucking her with her tongue.
Just how she knows Hyunjung likes it.
“Sojung-ah,” Hyunjung breathes. One of her hands tangles itself in Sojung’s hair, gently pulling with just the right amount of force that has Sojung whining with approval against her pussy, eager for more.
“That’s it,” Hyunjung says, her voice catching in the back of her throat as she grinds down again. Sojung feels another delicious tug at her scalp as Hyunjung pulls her hair again. “Don’t stop, Sojung-ah—nnh—”
Sojung sees small hands slip around Hyunjung’s body to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Hyunjung’s head lolls back into Jiyeon as Jiyeon gropes her brazenly, whispering what Sojung knows is likely a string of filthy words into her ear. Her hands move to grip Hyunjung’s thighs, wanting to feel her silken skin under her fingers, make Hyunjung’s thighs squeeze more tightly around her face—but they stop short of their intended target, bound by the restraints.
Hyunjung looks down at her, an eyebrow raised, even as her breathing becomes ragged and uneven. “Remember, you’re not the one in control here, Sojung.”
She emphasises her point by grinding down again, hard, her wetness smearing messily across Sojung’s face, and Sojung groans against her folds. When Hyunjung next grinds down, her clit rubs sloppily against Sojung’s bottom lip, and Sojung takes it into her mouth and sucks, hard.
Hyunjung throws her head back again, her husky voice breaking in a whimper. Jiyeon’s hands are relentless on her breasts, her lips pressed to her pale throat.
“Let’s make a deal, Sojungie,” Jiyeon says breathlessly. Sojung feels slender fingers slip into her pussy while slick folds resume their back-and-forth movement against her thigh, and she whines against Hyunjung’s cunt, hips bucking. The fingers in her pussy twist playfully, agonizingly. “You get to come—but only after unnie and I do. I promise. Okay?”
The fingers in her pussy twist again, deeper this time, and Sojung redoubles her efforts, eating Hyunjung out greedily, lips wrapped around her clit while her tongue lashes it furiously. Jiyeon’s fingers pump in and out of her pussy, hard and fast, while she sloppily rides Sojung’s thigh, and Sojung nearly goes dizzy with pleasure, wrists straining so hard at her restraints they start to ache.
“God,” Hyunjung whimpers. “Sojung-ah, your tongue, how are you so—I’m so—”
Her hips stiffen, thighs clenching erratically around Sojung’s face as she grinds down again, and again, and again, desperately chasing her high, using Sojung’s tongue for her own pleasure. Sojung gasps for breath, but Hyunjung’s hips cant forward, pressing her pussy against her face, cutting off her air supply.
Just how Hyunjung knows she likes it.
Sojung’s eyes flutter shut even as her tongue continues to lick up and down Hyunjung’s folds, white dots pricking her eyelids like little stars, her body tingling down to her fingertips and toes. The lack of oxygen makes her almost lightheaded, heightening her sensitivity to everything—how Hyunjung tastes against her tongue, Jiyeon’s fingers driving in and out of her cunt, the hard bump of her slick clit against Sojung’s thigh. Sojung flexes her thigh repeatedly, takes Hyunjung’s clit in between her lips and sucks.
With a muted cry, Hyunjung comes, thighs squeezing around Sojung’s jaw, her hand tangling itself in Sojung’s hair and pulling in a way that has Sojung groaning into her pussy and bucking her hips instinctively. Jiyeon is much louder, her come smearing messily on Sojung’s leg as she moans, soft thighs trembling around Sojung’s, fingers twitching in her pussy.
Hyunjung eases herself off her face, chest heaving lightly with the exertion, looking at her appraisingly. Jiyeon leans heavily into her, out of breath, even as her fingers lazily stroke up and down Sojung’s folds.
“Should we finally let her come, unnie?” Jiyeon casually presses her thumb on Sojung’s clit, and Sojung whines, high-pitched and needy, straining forward, desperate tears beading at the corners of her eyes.
“You promised!”
“I did,” Jiyeon said thoughtfully.
“Alright, then,” Hyunjung says, smiling. “Since she’s been so good for us.”
She slips two fingers into Sojung’s pussy without warning, and Sojung feels her eyes roll back with pleasure, her breathing staccato. Jiyeon’s thumb circles her clit as she bends down to take her nipple into her mouth, her lips hot and wet on her skin. Sojung wails with pleasure, arching her back, tears leaking messy trails down her cheeks out of mingled relief and pleasure.
Wound up, frustrated, continuously denied her orgasm, it doesn’t take long before Sojung is gasping and clenching around Hyunjung’s fingers, chest heaving into Jiyeon’s mouth.
“Our pretty leader,” Jiyeon murmurs around her nipple, quickening her pace, rubbing her clit furiously.
“Come for us, Sojung-ah,” Hyunjung says softly, crooking her fingers.
Sojung comes with a low, guttural groan, so hard she sees stars, shuddering helplessly against Jiyeon’s lips, around Hyunjung’s fingers. Hyunjung’s fingers pump slowly, drawing out the aftershocks of her high, while Jiyeon gives her nipple a final lingering kiss.
“Still sweet,” she says, sounding satisfied, before collapsing tiredly on Sojung’s left, while Hyunjung gently releases her wrists from their restraints before lying down on her right.
Sojung smacks Jiyeon’s ass half-heartedly.
“What was that for?” Jiyeon protests.
“I know this was your idea.” Sojung glares at her, while Hyunjung caresses her aching wrist softly on the other side of her. “Torturing me like that.”
Jiyeon giggles, bringing her other wrist to her lips and kissing it softly. “You’re not wrong.”
Sojung swats her ass again weakly.
“Ow,” Jiyeon complains, but she’s smiling. “Edging is a good way to release tension! And you had a lot of it!”
“Just you wait, Kim Jiyeon,” Sojung pretends to threaten, but she’s smiling as well. “Maybe you need to be bent over Hyunjung unnie’s lap while both of us spank you again. Just like before.”
“Is that a promise?” Jiyeon says, her voice dropping an octave, low and throaty.
Hyunjung’s fingers leave her wrist to trail up and down her side, tracing idle, meaningless patterns into her skin. “She’s right, though. Your body’s finally relaxed. I haven’t felt you being that tense in a long time.”
Sojung hums, rolling onto her back and letting her eyes shut in contentment. “…Thank you,” she whispers after a while. “I needed this. Even if I didn’t know it myself.”
“That’s what we’re here for,” Hyunjung murmurs, while Jiyeon mumbles a wordless agreement into her shoulder.
Sojung hums again. She’s starting to doze off; her body is drained from all the sex, and Jiyeon’s bed is plush and comfortable (no wonder she rarely leaves it in her free time).
“Sleep, Sojung,” Hyunjung whispers. “It’s okay.”
Sojung’s eyes fly open. “Holy shit.”
Hyunjung startles like a cat on the other side of her, while Jiyeon blinks, bleary-eyed. “Huh?”
Sojung tries to push herself off the pillows, looking around wildly, arms flailing uselessly. “I need—my notebook—”
“Now?” Jiyeon says exasperatedly.
“Yes,” Sojung insists. “I know what the song needs!”
She tries to get up again, only to fail and fall back against the pillows weakly. Hyunjung frowns at her.
“Do you have something for her to write on?” she says to Jiyeon, who grumbles tiredly, reaching for her bedside table.
“I have a pen here, but I don’t have paper…my phone’s all the way over there…”
“It’s okay,” Sojung says quickly. “You rest. I’ll—uh—”
She tries to struggle up again, but her legs feel like they’re trapped in liquid cement.
Hyunjung yawns on the other side of her. “Write on her.”
“What?” Sojung blinks.
Hyunjung takes the pen from Jiyeon’s fingers and pushes it into Sojung’s hands. “You have a pen. Write on her,” she repeats.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Jiyeon protests. They ignore her.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Sojung says, uncapping the pen.
“Quickly, before you forget,” Hyunjung laughs, and Sojung laughs along with her, putting the pen to Jiyeon’s skin while Jiyeon looks up at her petulantly. After only a moment’s hesitation, Sojung starts scribbling, inking stanzas of lyrics and melodies into Jiyeon’s soft skin, in the hollow of her collarbone, across her chest, between her breasts.
Hyunjung sits up after a while, looking over her shoulder curiously, her fingers trailing over hastily scrawled musical notes as she hums them under her breath, testing the melody on her tongue.
“That’s not bad,” she says. “Not bad at all. It’s catchy.”
“I reworked the entire song,” Sojung says distractedly, pen skating across Jiyeon’s ribs.
Jiyeon’s chin dips to her chest rather comically as she cranes her neck, trying to look at the words on her body. “I want to see.”
“Quiet, you,” Hyunjung says, flicking her nipple lightly.
“Unnie,” Sojung complains as Jiyeon twitches in response and her pen slips across her abdomen. “Don’t distract her.”
“Sorry,” Hyunjung murmurs, slowly thumbing her nipple in apology. “Stay still, I’ll sing it for you.”
Sojung continues penning the last of the lyrics down, listening as her song comes to life through Hyunjung’s soft, husky voice. Hyunjung’s right. The song’s not bad at all, even in its current messy outline. Sojung’s kind of proud of it, actually.
She caps the pen with a flourish, setting it on Jiyeon’s bedside table, beaming widely, as if the weight of the world had just been lifted from her shoulders. “And…done.”
“You two better help me wash this off later.” Jiyeon pouts.
“Of course.” Sojung presses a brief kiss to her lips in apology, then falls back onto the pillows. “Come with me to my room later, I need to write it down,” she says sleepily, her voice slurring a little.
“Sleep well, Sojung,” Hyunjung whispers, and Sojung feels cool lips pressing to her forehead, before she finally succumbs to a deep, contented sleep.