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this song is going out to the girls

LOONA Hyeju x tripleS Park Sohyun x F.Reader

5150! words

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"...relax, you know that you can’t rush perfection.

“Just give her a bit—more time—dude, yoooo, did you notice that the clock has four hands? See, there’s one, there’s two, and there’s that… that’s going… wait…"

Sohyun takes one more deep breath before she looks up from her face buried in her hands. "Time, Unnie?” she says through gritted teeth while she briefly considers again whether to finally snap up the headphones she almost tears off of her head despite not actually having the money to replace them now to get away the trails of yet another failed take.

“You do understand that we've literally burned through our entire time here—"

"'Burning time', heheh—yo, that’s a really good one, yo!”

"This is not funny at all, Unnie!" she snarls as she swivels to face the bassist lying on the studio's couch, the older girl’s head hanging off of the seat cushion and the back of her jeans scratching away at the even-more-worn leather as she kicks away in the air shaking at her genius take.

"Get it, Sohyun? Because I'm smoking a joint at… four past… Wait, what? Wait, Wait, that’s… Oh, right, twenty past four! Time, dude," Hyeju chuckles before blowing smoke and swirling it around with her joint to the time of the cracked, lopsided op shop clock just above her feet, ignoring Sohyun's frustrated grunts and heavy footsteps coming and going, coming and going, somewhere above her head—

"Be serious for once, you prat!

"I am literally risking my job here already, Unnie—you know my boss didn't literally mean that we could record for however the fuck long we've been here… and!

“Do I need to remind you, again, that we really need the prize money for our—"

"Yeah, yeah, 'really need the money for rent, 'we'll get evicted and be bums', I get it, for sure, for sur—OOF—"

"I don't think you do, thoUGH?"

"Although," Hyeju grunts, patting her fallen headphones for any signs of damage with her free hand while still holding her precious joint up in the air after her attempted turn that had her gracelessly land on her chest with a muffled thud on the filthy rug, "Sohyun, dude, come on, I mean, if I'm being honest, our place is really kinda shite, dude, so—"

"My place is also the only place within an hour of school that doesn't give a fuck about me housing an unlisted bum in there that literally always smells like she slept in some bush—"

"Hey, how dare you!" Hyeju says with clear hurt in her voice as she slinks over forward to get her still-flailing legs off of the couch after multiple failures to right herself onto her knees. “See? I washed my hair just two days ago, dude,” she giggles after another inhale of the fresh-ish eau de jjimjjilbang that shields her face—

"Fucking Christ, Hyeju-unnie! I swear, if we aren’t gonna get a good take from her in the next h—"

"—all right, all right, woahwoahwoah, easy, easy, easy—put her down now, Ollie did nothing wrong," Hyeju says, almost aptly on her knees with her hands reached out in suppliance at Sohyun looming over her, holding her bass like it was the world's cheatiest cricket bat, just ready to help Hyeju dust the ashes and whatever the hell other crap one could find on the derelict floor of a small basement recording studio off of the front of her hoodie.

"She's the best shot we got, Sohyun, dude—you've heard her sing, remember?

"'Fantastic pitch, vulnerable timbre, belts like she's a Rob Liefeld cover'?

"Of fucking course I remember, but so fucking what? The fucking deadline is in three days—

“Three days!"

Hyeju dares to breathe a hiccup of relief when Sohyun lowers Ollie just a touch less than gently, but it quickly gets cut off as Sohyun lets her drag around on the edgy edge of the carpet while she gesticulates even more vociferously.

"Literally, what’s a fucking rock band “Hey, careful, yo—”

"vocalist that refuses to touch a single

"drop of alcohol or even smoke your “she’s fragile, she’s—

"friend's shitty weed—

"I mean, come on—I'm not even asking "HEY, dude, not cool—"

"for a fucking miracle, am I?" “My partner and I worked hard on

“I just want to get this— “growing this strain! I—"

"You know what? I don't even fucking care anymore at this point, Hyeju-unnie—"

"Fuck you, fuck this, and fuck. her.”

Sohyun storms away back to the mixing desk without sparing a second glance at Hyeju’s half-teary face as the elder hushes over her surely terrified baby in her sore arms. She clicks away furiously, annoyed at how long the studio’s damned Macbook is taking to switch windows—

“For fuck’s sake, not even Sia would’ve pulled this kind of shit!

“Ugh, I should’ve gone with my gut and just. used. a. fucKING. VOCALOID!”

—after she ends up accidentally opening another instance of Reaper before she can move again and close it and then finally get to cutting off the recording—

“Yo, yo, hold up, hold up, dude—”

“Unnie! Let me the fuck go or I’ll—”

“Yo, chill, you just gave me a great idea, Sohyun! I—”

“I told you, I’ve had it—I’ve had enough of you and her and this shit—”

Sohyun slowly looks down, mouth agape in disbelief in their now-frozen efforts, unable to even blow away the acrid stream from Hyeju’s mouth rising right up in her face while her arm floats mid-swing, inches from smashing the desk mic in into Hyeju’s head while the elder sort of-kneels while she clings onto Sohyun’s waist, her face half-lodged in between Sohyun’s breasts.

“...the fuck did you just say, Unnie?”

“Y-y-yOu hEArd mE, DUde!” Hyeju scrambles excitedly, voice squeaking like her trainers failing to grip the wood beneath them.

“I’m gONna fuck hEr!

“Just like you said!”

“I.

“Like I.

“Li—”

It’s a long sixty seconds (or one minute (or two—maybe? Sohyun’s hair is blocking the clock on the taskbar)) of the mumbling ceasefire, and as excited Hyeju is right now, as hot as this joint is burning just before her lips right now, before she raises her head slowly, still expecting the hit that’ll probably send her down to her feet—

(Well, face, considering she’s not even really on her feet right now, but that’s a thought for Hyeju to discuss with herself another time, maybe over another one of these bad boys—)

—but instead she gets a slightly, teensy, maybe hopefully less worrying, almost-vacant stare trained at her.

“‘Just like I said’?”

“Yep.”

"That's it?"

“Yep?”

“That’s it?”

“Yep.”

“That’s your ‘great’ idea?”

“Yeeaap.”

“You’re completely serious—”

“Yep, serious.”

“You’re not joking—”

“NOpe, not jokIng?”

“Literally, your plan is to fuck her—”

“Yep.”

“—as in, right now, you’re going to fuck her—”

“Yep.”

“—right, inside, there.”

“Yep, yep.”

“You’re going to fuck her, literally.”

“Yep, that’s what I said.”

“As in, you’re going to take off her clothes?”

“Yep—well, sort of, it’s a little cold in there—”

“As in you’re going to finger her bits?”

“For some of it, yeah, for sure.”

“As in you’re literally going to make her scream her lungs out?”

“Y-yeah, exactly dude—maybe she just needs to… warm up… more…? M—Eep—”

"Literally, that’s your plan?"

"Literally, yeah, Sohyun, dude, and beeteedubs, you should stop using that word so much, dude, it’s—”

Hyeju’s mouth promptly clamps open when she lifts her eyes, thus leaving them in silence to warily follow along Sohyun’s descending hand down to an exasperated breath from the younger that was almost too quiet, sort of like that half-second of rest in between the bridge and her (sick) (slappin’) solo (yo) on their last single that always fucked up everyone else’s timing, but Sohyun kept insisting had to be always there by design and that’s why—

—“—telling you to practise, Hyeju-unnie, instead of toking up again before—”—

(Yo, not cool, Narrating Voice Dude, dude!

(I can literally hear her right now in my head!)

|OK, sure, Hyeju—so, “sick slappin’ solo,” sure, yadda yadda yadda—|

Anyway, once she’s sure that it really isn’t coming, Hyeju drags herself up to her feet, groaning, grunting, getting a generous left gobful of Sohyun as she flexes her deadened legs, first wobbling on her toes, then stumbling onto her awkwardly split heels before finally landing back to full height, which isn’t normally supposed to be anywhere else but just below the taller girl’s dark, twitching eyeliner’s level…?

The next tick ticks, and then Hyeju coughs once, and then Hyeju dares to warily dust herself off and then Sohyun, from to the bottom and then the top and then outwards, to the shoulders without forgetting to pick off that massive cobweb stuck to Sohyun’s—

She averts her gaze sheepishly before withdrawing her hand from the menacingly heaving softness to reach into her pocket and pull out a short joint that she lights up with her roach before cautiously sliding it into Sohyun’s mouth, maybe lingering just a little when she feels just a hint of wetness on the younger girl’s soft lips.

“...I’m serious, Sohyun—it’s gonna work, trust me, bro.

“Just, walk outside for a bit, all right? Get some fresh air, dude?”

Hyeju persists in her position (in spite of the sizable vein that she would insist was clearly there on the side of Sohyun’s forehead when the younger girl turned to look at the unaware object of her ire, as Hyeju would recount this triumph later on at their band’s fansign—yes, singular—(the reason is supposedly unclear, but not long afterwards an image manager was hired for the fledgling outfit, so feel free to have a try at connecting the dots there, yo)—before Sohyun finally takes a deep disgruntled drag the second before Hyeju’s puffed up chest collapses in belated relief.

“Ugh, give me a break.”

After a resigned pinch on the bridge of her nose, Sohyun practically punches the joint back between Hyeju’s lips, her knuckle bouncing off of the elder’s lower lip and teeth, and then snatches Hyeju’s flask from her other pocket before she stalks off without another word.

“One break, coming right up!”

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“YA!

“Hey, Sohye, let’s take five—”

“Don’t sneak up on me like that, Hyeju!”

“C’mere, beautiful…”

Hyeju snickers as she crosses her arms over your front to turn your stool towards her and then tugs the cup of your half-fallen headphones down off your chin and onto your neck for her to lead you right into her addictive, slightly burnt kiss that you can’t resist—

“Hyeju…? What’s…?”

—partly because she’s stronger than you, but really mostly because she’s just good at reading you, knowing when to pull back her intoxicating, slick tongue and merely gloss over your lips when you need to breathe, progressively tilting your neck upwards with just her lips so that you would be open to her dexterous fingertips and warm palms that close in, that caress your jaw, your nape, that—

“Hyeju… what are you—”

“Shhh, Sohye…”

—completely command your own hands after the long moment that they stay on the hems of your dungaree shorts before they finally give in and move closer to hook their thumbs into her belt loops and slip up their fingers around Hyeju’s soft midriff and become lazy, sensual anchor points for your body to remain attached to as you’re slightly lifted up from the stool and onto the toes of your untied boots.

“Recording in here’s just so tiring, right?”

“Mmm…”

She chuckles before kissing you again.

“You’ll get used to it.

“I mean, you really should’ve seen Sohyun when we tried making our first record—”

Sohyun…?

Sohyun!

Goodness gracious, get a grip, you stupid slut—how the hell could you just forget that you’ve been singing your arse off in a dingy recording booth for hours on end and then just start snogging with Hyeju right in front of the bloody massive glass pane?

“Hyeju! I—”

“Nn…

“We’re not going anywhere, Sohye—”

“Hyeju, we can’t! Sohyun—she’s—”

“Forget her, Hye—it’s just us right now, see?”

And so you do see it, a relieving sight that presses on without a skip against your throat and hums as it nibbles lightly at the little lump in it that wouldn’t budge just a moment ago and releases the resonant traces of notes trapped within it.

“Mmm, I really love your voice when you get turned on like this, Sohye, you know that?” Hyeju murmurs as she slides her hand underneath your left shoulder strap and slides it off right into a familiar path that gropes over your breast, then past your ticklish armpit and down across your bared, goosefleshed lower back—

“Hehe, I just knew it…

“You really like that, don’t you?”

—where she massages the soreness out for you in increasingly tighter strokes, from left to right, right to left, in an up and down and up and down and up and up and—

“Hey, Hyeju, careful,” you caution with little more than a breathy moan at this point, between how your back arches up to her hand well before your ears actually process the wee snap of your relief on your chest and how your fingers drunkenly dictate on her earlobe what her kneading, pinching pace takes its sweet time ignoring before finally repeating it upon your increasingly de-cupped breast.

“Sohyun could just… could just come back in…”

“Don’t worry about her,” Hyeju’s plump lips purr back, quite convincingly—

“More importantly, let’s get this off of you, yeah?”

—moist as they are with drool that her tongue collects from the corners of your mouth, dangles above your thirsty own—

“It’s hot, don’t get me wrong, but it’s in the way, Sohye…”

—that you actually almost let her actually pull off your bra—

“Don’t, Hyeju, it’s cold…”

—but still you stop her, not without reluctance—

“(damn, knew it!)—”

“What’s that?”

“—oh, is it? I didn’t even notice, Hye—”

“Really, Hyeju?” you say with a half-smirk, your grip already ineffectually tight on her right elbow as she presses down on the deep curve of your lower back with her strong fingers and sends you into a moaning shiver right back against her body.

“Oh God, Hye…”

“On God, Hye,” Hyeju counters with a cheeky grin that presses against your own while she shrugs off her hoodie to wrap around your shoulders and almost completely cover up her snapping off your other shoulder strap before returning to her previous task with both hands on deck, “really can’t think of any other reason why your cute little nipples are so hard right now…”

Fuck—her teeth grazing your sensitive skin never fails to get you hot, but...

“H-hey, if you’re gonna do it, do it right, Hyeju…”

“Oh? You wanted me to take your shirt off, then?”

“Sh-shut up, and, j-just get to it, already…”

Watch her mischievous eyes twinkle when she sees you flinch from brief popping suckles on each of your pert nipples before she moves on and laps up your cool sweat with her hot tongue, softening your skin for her teeth to mark—oh, it’s never the same pattern, save for the one that always tickles so much that Hyeju needs to tug down on your nipples to help your trembling body keep itself close to her, but it always works, works so much that...

“Hyeju, please…”

With a chuckle, she gives you one more twist before suddenly coming to a complete halt—

“What’s that, Sohye?”

—leaving you to collapse on your arse back onto the stool, unable to support yourself with your numb legs that refuse to do anything else other than spread themselves to accommodate her hips closing in on yours, and harder when she ghosts her fingers around either side of your lips.

“Hyeju,” you plead again, and again she teases, lazily parting your lips with the just the tips of her fingers, but immediately they get coated by your neediness spilling out so messily over the rest of her fist—

“—re no f—r—y—e a d—k, y—w, J—?!”

“Oh, you meant ‘here,’ did you? You should’ve been more specific—”

—that she finally obliges, impressing faster and faster strokes that handily interweave in between—

“Oh, fuck—

“You might actually break this chair with how needy you’re being, Hye—”

—your irregular clenches until—

“Hold on a sec, yeah?”

With a laugh that you’d’ve immediately decried as unfair if you weren’t so busy sobbing, squirming upon her strong hooked fingers firmly pressed against the spongy flesh inside your tingling core, Hyeju casually swings you by the hip onto a nearby cabinet where she plays the rest of your orgasm out until your shorts cling to your quivering legs in spots, much like those that eventually clear out from your vision and reveal Hyeju’s smug smirk.

“Feel better, Hye?” she whispers as she pats your sweaty brow and temple down for you since your hands remain limp over her shoulders.

“Y, yeah—”

“Good, now stay there,” she says after she gives you a peck on your forehead before rushing away.

“Just gotta make sure the tape’s going—”

“Huh?”

Your eyes open just before the oscillating mesh could smack your lips like they intended Hyeju’s cheek.

Oh.

<“Take Number Ninety-Five, kid—concentrate! You got this!”>

Oh.

“Son Hyeju, you’re, not serious—

“Did you really just fuck me so that I—”

<“Hehehe—smuh, ruh?”> Hyeju booms from the PA from the booth with that shit-eating grin of hers while she flashes an OK sign with the fingers that weren’t in her mouth.

<“Seven, eight, and—”>

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It’s been fucking half an hour already—they’d better be done f—

“Oh, Sohyun, perfect, you’re just in time—here, it just finished exporting,” Hyeju says with an audibly triumphant grin that immediately trips Sohyun’s guard.

“Please, for the love of God,” Sohyun groans while she rubs her temples, “tell me that you washed your hands before you touched the workstation, Unnie—”

“And of course I did—can’t roll a new one with wet fingers, you kn—”

“Just… just give me that,” Sohyun snaps resignedly into the air, trying to sap what little cool remained in the flask into her throbbing forehead while she pointedly grabs her headphones and practically swats away Hyeju’s low-five next to it in what could quite accurately be described as a well-practised manoeuvre—

“Hey, Unnie…?”

“Huh—woah!”

Luckily for the scarred headphones, this time it was an easy choice, that the flask would take Hyeju to task for Sohyun’s unluckily scarred ears.

“Oh shit!

“Wrong project, wrong project, sorry, sorry, my bad, that’s on me!” Hyeju belatedly begs over the raw moans in her ear that come and come and come while she frantically slaps the crusty keyboard, hoping that the whirring workstation she’s whining along with can load back to the correct window faster than she'll be defenestrated by the murderous intent that she’s barely got trapped underneath her body.

“Here!”

There’s the bass, the drums, the keys—

—and its four to the floor while Hyeju gets to give the table a long kiss—

“Oh my God—you’re literally a magician, Unnie!

“Rent money—we~’ve got rent!”

—and then suddenly you’ve hit your head on the studio’s padded wall with a hiss, defenceless at the whims of the raving vibrant fragrance filling your nose and pinning down your restless shoulders—

“You know, I thought at first Hyeju-unnie

“lost the plot, suggesting that I leave you “S-S-Sohyun

“two alone to fuck in here, but, then again, “w-what

“alcohol, drugs, so… sex, sure— “are you—”

“But, really, all you had to do was ask, Sohye,” Sohyun harshly growls in between nibbles on your ear, sniffs that steadily turn your flagged libido swiftly sheer with each passing second, “and this whole damn thing would’ve been a lot easier, you know?”

Fuck—

It’s really only your first kiss with Sohyun, and yet you simply can’t deny this feeling that already races through your aching body, a bitter, drunkening fire that’s somehow both in your face and deep in your belly—

“Just a kiss and you’re already this needy, huh?”

—it’s fucking insane that just like Hyeju’s sloppy, freestyle explorations that keep you guessing, her steady, focused swirls against your stumbling tongue leave you with little choice but to swim at her drunkening lead, mind already sunken, chest overwhelmed by her own crushing yours—

“No wonder it’s the first thing that idiot thought of…”

Oh, it’s no wonder at all, you wordlessly agree, with the electric feeling of Sohyun’s lips and hands idly ghosting over your soaked shirt and smarting skin continuing to course through you while you breathe in the wondrous sight of her staring your clouded eyes down with her dark, half-lidded eyes, lips held in an uncanny smirk that flashes her sharp teeth while she brushes back the sides of her silky, dishevelled ponytail and then rewraps your legs around her waist—

“Raise your arms—let’s get this ratty thing off of you, yeah?”

“Yo, what the fuck, Sohyun?”

“Don’t just stand there watching us, Unnie, and get over here—” Sohyun barks into your mouth as she tears Hyeju’s hoodie the rest of the way from your elbows and lobs it over her back so that she could run her hands over your shivering body.

“You—oof!”

“We’ve got to thank your horny little muse here properly, after all—

“Isn’t that right, Sohye?”

Yes, yes, yes—

Sohyun tugs down on your nape and closes in further, using your foreheads to leverage her thundering rasps away from your semihemidemisemiquaver gasps that quickly fall out of time with her pinching and twisting your nipples over your shirt.

“So, tell us what you want, then?”

“Sohyun, pl—”

Sohyun croons colly from above “You didn’t even get to the bridge,” Hyeju

with an impish grin on her face whines, hurriedly shoving her hand

“Hyeju! I’m—”

as she brushes away your matted inside your shirt and groping your

hair away from your face with her breast while she licks and bites away

freed-up hand. on your ticklish nape and back,

“Oi, Unnie.” “for my sick ass solo—”

“What, you dick?”

“Grab your hoodie and let’s move this to your cabinet there—”

“Huh? But that one’s right here—”

“There’s no way we’re risking the fucking Mesa, you prat—

“Do you know how much that shit costs?”

“...ugh, fine, sor—hey it’s still my turn!”

It’s Sohyun—

“Don’t be shy, pretty girl—”

You bounce off of her when her insistent pairs of hands around your hips say to—

It’s Hyeju—

“We’re going to take good care of you—”

You arms wrap up behind her neck to let her keep her insistent hips thrusting up into your arse—

She must really like it when you bite—her chest thrums with powerful growls each time your lips pop off of her neck—

“It’s your gift,” she says, splaying her palm flat beneath your pounding head and settling you down while her lips taste red.

“Lay back and relax,” she says, laying her palm flat on your pounding chest and pressing you down despite your whiny protest.

She works her way down from your neck; she works her way down from your knee—

—she sucks on your breasts; she nips at your hip—

—she cleans up your sweat with a flattened tip—

“Fuck, so fucking wet, Sohye…”

—she nibbles at the back of your thigh; she breathes awfully close to your wetness; she’s got her hand in yours; she slides her finger between your lips—

“Fuck! Please!”

“Let me mark these pretty legs, too—”

“That’s it, babe, be a good girl like that—”

—your thigh’s wet; your cunt’s soaked—

—your pleas ring out in hollow pops, your voice crackles when your arch flops—

—your cunt’s spread—

—it’s teeth; it’s tongue—

—from underneath, the belle’s rung—

—your cunt’s spread—

—fuck, your cunt’s empty—

—oh, fuck, your cunt’s stretched out—

Oh God, oh God—

—she’s not stopping, she’s not stopping, no matter how much your legs burn, your hips turn—

Oh God—

—her licks keep coming—

—and you can’t stop cumming—

—and her licks keep coming—

—and you can’t stop cumming—

“Jesus Christ, your hoodie’s soaked, Unnie—

“But our superstar here just

won’t stop clenching, won’t she?” “Nah, dude—you’ve got no idea—

“Her favourite toy’s, like, bigger than,

“any of yours, I think?

“Probably, but it’s way heavy—”

“Is that right?” Sohyun’s blurry face suddenly coos out at you, her lips remaining parted at the end—

“Ah, so cute like that, Sohye—

“Look at her, Unnie, all wide-eyed and cute like she hasn’t got four fingers stretching her tight little cunt right now—”

“Oh my God—more, please—!”

“Fuck…

“This is crazy…”

“So fucking hot, Sohye…”

God, this can’t be real—

“Oi, Unnie, I got an idea…” Sohyun sighs as a half-growl while she licks her hand soaked with your juices in between calming scratches on your hair with her other.

“What’s that?” Hyeju mumbles, lips pressed tenderly against your leg while she carefully slides her fingers out as well.

“Still have condoms in

“your cab here, right?” “What the fuck?!”

“Well don’t give me that look, mate—the back of your amp isn’t exactly a secret stash, yeah?”

“I—actually, fair, but—Sohyun, dude, unless you suddenly grew a cock, I don’t see why you’d—

“Wait a minute…

“Do you h—”

“What—no, you twat!” Sohyun barks into your swollen lower lip between her teeth before she releases it to gather the sloppy mess around your mouth back in with her swift yet gentle thumb that you then suckle on without hesitation.

“You’ve been barging into my showers for years! What the hell is wrong with—”

“Chill, dude! I just don’t get what the hell are we using condoms for, yo? The big ones aren’t easy to find, so if none of us have cocks, I really don’t see why we’d—”

“These.”

“...Oh.

“Bet.”

Even without the gigantic foam cover, the microphone in Sohyun's hand still looks menacing, yet the idea is quite intriguing, especially with the way it rolls it over your skin, each cross in the grille sinking into your chest, biting into your nipples.

“How about it, superstar?

“Ready to give us another show?” Sohyun murmurs with a grin so mesmerising that you nod frantically like your teeth aren’t chattering just like the loose packages inside the box she casually lobs without breaking eye contact with you.

“How about it? Looks pretty much like your Tako, doesn’t it, Sohye?” Hyeju giggles in your ear while she lightly taps your breasts, your lips with the tip of the markedly thinner microphone in her hand.

“You wanna warm up with… this, little guy first, hm—”

“HEY, UNN—

“Oh, thank God, that’s the SM57,” Sohyun half-growls relievedly. “I thought you grabbed the 650 for a second there,” she then says as she hooks your leg back around her waist.

“Yeah, you’re right, Unnie, that’s probably a bett—”

“Please, hurry up, you two!”

“Oh?” “Yo, let’s go!”

With renewed, firmer grips on your left wrist and right elbow, Sohyun and Hyeju resume teasing you, their simultaneous chuckling matching your increasingly needy whines in volume as they keep you bucking, swinging to keep either teasing tip from leaving your increasingly squelchy cunt—

“Oh, fuck…”

“Fuck!”

“Fuck, yeah…”

Holy. shit—

—focus, focus, on her glittering black, her glistening red—even smoothened by latex, the texture of the taperless black all but guarantees an immediate orgasm with how eagerly your greedy pink tries to suck it in around it as soon as she presses down with the tip—

“Easy now, superstar~”

“Breathe, baby girl~”

“No…!”

—but then she effortlessly drags it out of your tenuous grasp and rests, rolls it against your clit—

“More, please, more, please—”

“Relax, baby, be pa~tient…”

“Don’t think she needs

“to warm up, Unnie.”

“—need to cum, need to c—”

It’s thin, and it’s going deep, deep—

—it’s thick, and it’s going deep—

—it’s thin, and

—It’s thIckER, and it’s going deepER—

it’s going deep—

“On your knees, now…

“Breathe, breathe, breathe…” “That’s a good girl, Sohye…”

The bitch is hungry, the bitch can’t tell—it’s all she can do to obey the hungry voices that crescendo through her mind numbed by the dangerously sloppy friction from each time that her cunt releases, catches on the uneven inches—

“God, your voice is just

“beautiful live, superstar…” “Just keep moving your hips

“like that, don’t worry…”

—all she can do to let out helpless moans when she lets her neck be craned ever so freely back, which earns her little nips on her ear; slow, flat-tongued licks onto the back of her exposed neck while slow powerful thrusts spur her flagging hips along from behind—

"Don’t stop moving, Sohye—"

“—cumm—gh—I—”

—earns her a deep kiss that swallows the sound of her primal bliss—

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“...like, green?”

“Dude, trust me, for real.”

“What in the fucking world are you guys talking about?”

“Oh, hey, good morning, superstar~”

“Morning…?”

What the fuck? Weren’t you just getting your back blown out—

Sohyun throws her head back and lets out a belly laugh that you can feel just about as well as you hear while she casually brushes your hair away from your face. “Just kidding, Sohye—we’re still in the studio,” she says.

“Oh.”

Go to sit—

“Fuck!”

Yep, back blown out, for sure—stop winking at me like that, Hyeju, Sohyun did most of the work—

“Here, here, don’t move, let me help you—like this, and then…”

“Guys, as sexy as having you whisper into my ears is, I don’t think I have another round in me…” you groan.

Sohyun laughs as she pats your head gently once you’re settled in Hyeju’s arms—

‘Just wait for it, dude—’

“Maybe after a glass of water and some Skittles…”

“Told you, Sohyun!”

“...Well.”

“Fuck me…

“Couldn’t we have done this at your place, or at least on the sofa? My back’s fucking killing me…

“Right, Sohye, “Sorry, Hye—”

“although I personally wouldn’t have on that sofa—there was some smelly pothead rolling around on there—”

“Fuck you, dude—I told you I showered before I came here!” Hyeju whines while you pet her cheek.

“Let Sohye lie down already and come back with a mop and some towels so we can get started on this… mess…

“Christ, it’s like that time the roof caved in—

“How the fuck did that get wet?”

(Please, Narrating Voice Dude, dude!)

“Unnie! I told you not to fuck on the fucking Mesa!”

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(?) I must have gone insane. (1) OK, it’s starting to come together. (2) What the fuck is this? (??) I’m so lost on this thing. (???) What are endings, even? (????) Thanks to @sinswithpleasure for the beta read.

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