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Jina, ever the perfect pop princess, was the first member of the group to arrive at the set for their photoshoot. The girls were all done up like princesses in selkie gowns, adorned with tiaras and jewels. Their new album scenes were an elaborate vanity and a fantasy garden— they looked even better than Jina hoped when she’d pitched the concept. Bobby was already emotional, tears in his eyes as if his girls were getting married.
While the PAs focused on getting the other girls ready, Jina was guided to set for her solo portraits.
Meanwhile, Baby blows out a breath as the stylist braids her hair before adorning it with pearls and ribbons and glitters that'll be hell to get out of later. She's still unused to wearing dresses, ; the way the breeze catches on her thighs and the way the garment itches on her skin. She supposes it does look cute, Jina made a genius move with the concept as she stares along the other girls. But that doesn't mean she'll tell her that.
Jina is a natural when it comes to photoshoots. Her poses graceful; her expressions are ethereal to look at. And when her eyes catch teal-blue, a fond smile catches on her lips. Baby feels her heart bump so erratically against her ribcage that she wonders if it might shoot out of her skin.
A cute blush colors Jina’s cheeks as she catches Baby staring. She knows the maknae doesn’t like wearing stuff like this, but it really suits her.
With Jina done and Abby still getting dressed, the photographers moveon to Romance. Jina wanders over to Baby’s side.
“You look pretty,” she hums, tucking a stray strand of teal hair back into place.
Baby finds herself leaning into her hand before it goes away, ignoring the stylist's grunt when she moves, arms clutching around her waist.
"I am," Baby’s soft voice is music to Jina’s ears. Her head squishes with the side of her chest, and briefly she wonders how much scolding she'll have to endure if she just. Grabbed them. It's not her fault, okay. One day she'll do more than just touch..... maybe. If Jina will have her.
Jina blushes as Baby helps herself to her ample bosom. It’s a common occurrence but still gets the older idol flustered. “You’re going to mess up your makeup, pipsqueak,” she chuckles, but makes no move to push her away. Baby is so much bolder than Jina’s ever been. She keeps hoping one day her teasing will lead to an actual date… but no luck so far.
"Don't care. Want cuddles. It's your fault for pitching this concept."
One of the PA calls for her name, and with it Baby sighs. She nuzzles her cheek against it some more before she lets go, already moving away for her turn.
"This is going to be such a long day," she whines. With one last look she turns back to stare owlishly at the older idol.
Jina smiles wide and points to her cheeks, encouraging Baby to smile for her closeups.
“Kind of a stage mom, aren’t you?” A deep voice startles her and she spins around to see a fairy tale prince smiling fondly behind her. It takes a moment to register Rumi, the lead singer of their rival group.
He started chatting casually with a flustered Jina, as his bandmates sought out the other available girls. It was unmistakable how Rumi looked at Jina, taking her hand to kiss it and making her laugh.
A metaphorical bucket of ice falls over Baby. She feels her veins running cold, cheeks paler than the makeup. This time the head photographer calls for her name again during the shoot, and it takes everything for her not to glare at the bastard. But instead, she puts up a smile like Jina told her to, interacting with the synthetic flowers laid across the set.
On the outside she's a professional, every bit of the adorable little maknae that the world has come to love. Each pose is a sure fire stab to the heart, if only she can stab that asshole flirting with Rumi.
Then Rumi takes Jina's hand to leave a kiss, and she starts to see red. The art director yells, and she catches herself. She snapped one of the plastic flowers during her inner turmoil.
She huffs and clicks her tongue, giving a half-assed apology just so she can finish her shoot as soon as possible.
The director’s yelling calls Jina to attention, missing the tail end of Rumi’s story. It’s not hard to guess what’s happened, with the broken flower at Baby’s feet.
Oooh. Is her little maknae jealous?
A wicked smirk comes to Jina’s lips. She adjusts her dress a bit before turning back to Jinu, making sure her breasts are pushed up and together.
She drapes herself on Rumi’s arm, making him blush. “Oh, Rumi, the princely look suits you,” she giggles.
Baby narrows her eyes. She can't hear anything from all the fuss the crew team is making, but she does catch Rumi's eyes gleaming, a tint of pink across his cheeks, ogling at her unnie's boobs.
Jina's always been assured of her appearance, and she loves that about her, but the way she bunches herself up for this guy just rubs her the wrong way.
"..by? Baby!" the director yells. And when she turns to look at him, he chokes down his gulp.
"You did great, thank you. We'll call you for the group shoot once we're done with Abby and Mys."
She simply nods, and goes her way over back to Jina and Rumi. They've been talking for a while now, and she wants to cling onto her again, but it's like they're trapped in their own world. She clasps her hands together behind her back, and waits for them to notice her.
“…movie night tonight. Would you wanna come?” Rumi is asking with a hopeful smile as Baby approaches. Jina makes a show of considering. “I’d love to,” she agrees, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. The male idol grins, until he notices Baby lurking. “Great!! Well I guess I should let you get back to work. I’ll text you?”
“Sure. Bye, Rumi~” Jina coos, waving him away as he returns to his own sound stage.
Finally glancing at Baby, Jina wears a playful smile. “Nice job, pipsqueak,” she teases. “Those shots looked promising.”
Baby can't help the pout that finds itself across her face. As if she was watching her in the first place.
"Only promising?" she drawls. At a distance, she can see Rumi still looking back at Jina, as if he can't take his eyes off her.
Before the other girl can reply, she adds.
"You seem awfully close with him, unnie." She keeps her voice monotone, but there's not much she can do about her expression, nor does she want to.
Baby’s so cute when she pouts. Clearly her little display worked.
“Who, Rumi?” she asks mildly, examining her nails as if Baby’s distress is lost on her. “We’re not close. Not yet anyway… he invited me to his place tonight. We’ll probably get super close then~”
She’s taunting, wanting Baby to tell her why she shouldn’t. And if Baby gets a little worked up in the process… that’s just a happy side effect.
What the fuck. Baby thinks. Just a while ago, Jina was playing with her hair, talking to her so softly, her attention Baby’salone.
They don't have any plans for tonight, but that's not an excuse. Everyone knows full days deserve a night of just relaxing back at the apartment. Maybe the girls haven't done that for a while, but still. And now, Jina has.... plans? With a boy?
"You can't," Baby finds herself saying, not knowing how to follow it through. "You can't leave me bored at the apartment. I'll die."
Jina’s head tilts. There’s a mischievous glint in her eye, despite the confusion on her face. “Oh come on, Babygirl ~” A condescending hand pats the top of Baby’s head. “You’ve been on your game thingy so much lately, you’ll hardly notice I’m gone.”
It’s true. While Jina’s been meal prepping and filming her nightly routine from all angles, Baby’s been parked just out of shot on the couch or Jina’s bed, switch in hand.
“And when I get home you’ll be very much alive and we can do face masks.”
Baby’s mind screeches to a halt, brain short-circuiting. Babygirl. That one never fails to catch her offguard. That coupled with her soft touch atop her head almost makes her forget about that patronizing tone. Almost.
"I told you, it's called a Nintendo Switch." Her arms ache to hold Jina, so she follows her indulgence, glueing herself back to place.
"What can you do with that stupid jerk that you can't with me anyway? He'll probably make you watch something you’ve watched a million times before, like Disney, or Hamilton, or something." Baby looks up at her, pleading with her eyes.
Jina’s cheeks flush. She should be used to Baby planting herself into her chest, but it still gets her heart racing to be handled that way.
She makes a show of thinking, tapping her lip. “I doubt we’ll be paying much attention to what’s on,” she giggles. Of all the Saja Girls, Jina is easily the prude. But Baby’s so steamed, she can’t help but tease.
“Romance spends every weekend with a new boy and you never give her any trouble. What’s so different about me going to mess around?”
A vein pops up in Baby’s forehead. They've been playing cat and mouse for so long and yet it's this random guy from some boy group that catches Jina's fancy enough to give herself away? Is Jina even a virgin at this point? That's so unfair.
She buries herself in the cleavage of Jina's dress, entirely uncaring of the staff around them. She playfully shakes Jina back and forth to throw a mini tantrum.
"If that's what you want,I can teach you way more stuff than that guy."
Baby always assumed Jina would prefer the romantic pursuit, the slow chase, all those fairy tale-like things that are just as magical as the shoot that she pitched for in the first place. It's a department she thoroughly sucks at, which is why she hasn’t made an actual move yet. Has she read her wrong all along?
Thankfully, the maknae’s words are muffled in Jina’s many layers of tulle ruffles. Her whole face goest red, hands flying up to shield her from view. She never thought Baby would be so bold!
“Y-yeah?” She squeaks, cursing herself internally.
“Five minute break! Then we’ll move on to the group shots!” The director calls. They’ve just finished with Abby. Romance is none-too-subtly staring at Jina, a knowing grin on her face.
“Well. You’ve never offered before.” There’s a subtle pout on her lips, pointedly avoiding eye contact.
She's interested. She's actually really interested in her offer. Heart caught in her throat, Baby detaches herself from Jina, trying to calm down when she looks into her eyes.
"....I wasn't sure," she breathes, licking her lips, trying to satiate a hunger that she's forcefully buried for so long.
"You've always known I'm a mouthful, unnie."
They're on a precipice of something bigger than them, teetering into some place that's just more than girls being close friends. If they jump, they can’t go back.
Baby nods to the dressing room that she, Jina, and Mystery share. Mysty is surprisingly good at reading the room, so hopefully she doesn’t follow them for this.
"There's actually a lot of ways to get me to shut up." Her hands intertwine with Jina's, swinging it to ease the tension. A silent urge for her to choose.
Jina’s heart is racing, mind alight with fantasies of what’s to come. She’s never seen Baby look so serious. Through all the teasing, she’s wondered if Baby would take the plunge with her into something deeper than friendship. But the line is frightening to walk. And Jina was fearful she’d ruin their friendship. Or even their work.
She’s so flustered she hardly registers Baby’s quips. “…oh!” She pipes at last, giving the maknae a little nod.
“Er— Bobby, can we do 15?” she asks, already making her way to the dressing room with Baby in tow.
“Of course, girls— THAT'S FIFTEEN, PEOPLE!” Bobby declares on his megaphone as the pair slip backstage.
It’s much colder in the dressing room. Quiet too, with only the hum of a humidifier and the distant bustle of the soundstage.
Jina leans back against the door as she locks it, the pair of them finally alone. Baby’s perfect in her little blue dress, lips glossy, eyes sharp, and so pretty it hurts.
“…s-so… are we—“ Jina tries, too embarrassed to finish.
Baby doesn't bother to answer. Instead she grabs her hand and redirects the older idol to her seat. She looks nervous, coiled tight with tension. She'll have to fix that.
Finally seeming taller than her, Baby takes this as a chance to cup her face in her hands to look down on her, memorizing each blush, tint, and shadows across her face sprinkled with glitters laid carefully down to her shoulders, both natural and makeup. She really does look like some sort of fairy goddess.
Carefully and oh so slowly, she gives a precious kiss to the tip of her nose, and another atop her forehead between her bangs.
They only have fifteen minutes, and each second counts into making sure Jina doesn't even remember that boy's name by the time she's done.
"Give me ten," she says, and with a rush Baby flips over her dress all over with a flourish, sinking down to the floor while dragging Jina’s panties down (they’re white) to her knees to avoid leaving a mess, diving right in behind it to get to her goal.
Baby’s sudden dominance has Jina speechless. She’s leaning up, expecting a kiss, when suddenly her dress is up over her face.
“Huh?? What’re you— oh!”
Her panties— trimmed in lace and matching the thigh high stockings she wears - tangle around her knees before sliding down to her ankles. Her legs are waxed smooth, soft to the touch from the various serums and lotions she’s constantly slathering them with.
Her pussy hides behind a respectably trimmed mass of dark curls: puffy and pink and so very sensitive. A moan of pure ecstasy escapes her at the new sensation of attention lavished on her most private part.
Baby never expected her first kiss with Jina to be with her lower lips, but she's not complaining. The thought makes her moan. She tilts her head for a better angle, shifting between sucking and smacking one of Jina's labia before focusing on her clit.
“Ohh— gosh, jjagi,” she whimpers, thighs quivering and clamping down around Baby’s head. She holds her skirt up out of the way, watching Baby’s head shift against her groin.
Her legs quiver and trap Baby's head in between, just short of almost choking her. She loves every bit of it.
Baby's hands drag across her legs, tugging at the end on one of the thigh high socks before letting it snap back into place, letting her hand trail through the ins and outs of her thighs. She squeezes onto the pudges of her inner thigh, muscle smooth and firm and so so tempting that she can't help but move her mouth there first, making sure to lather it wet with saliva and suck at it until it leaves a cute little bruise of a hickey far, far up Jina’s thigh.
To make up for the lack of attention, Baby reaches to stroke at unnie’s clit and hood, sliding her thumb up, down, back and forth. Her pussy is a sight to see that it leaves her drooling. Pubes well-maintained and her cunt delicately so soft to the touch as it breathes in and out.
Baby wipes her drool away, sticking her tongue out, as far and flat as she can. She looks up at Jina's eyes in a quiet ‘watch me’ in her gaze before planting it at her anus, letting her head move up up up to drag it across her vagina, to sweep up to her clit, applying as little pressure as possible.
Jina feels in over her head. She can hardly think straight with the onslaught of pleasure Baby is giving her. She’s sinking lower on the chair, giving better and better access to her pussy. It’s soft and petal pink, responsive to each breath and light touch in that way that shows how inexperienced she is. Virgin sweet and ripe for Baby’s taking.
A heel clatters to the floor as Jina’s toes curl, trying so valiantly to keep herself quiet. But Baby’s tongue is a wicked thing, ghosting against her when she wants more.
“Oh— god— babygirl—“ she pants, mouth hanging open. She jumps needily up against Baby’s tongue. “P-put it in, please please please,” she whimpers.
Feeling Jina relax against her spurs her to do better, to be faster. The essence of her getting wetter and wetter is a drug on its own, an obsession she'll never recover from, her taste so sweet that Baby thinks she could live off of her slick for the rest of her life.
And then she calls her by that nickname again, begging for her to put it in. It's a fantasy she's dreamed of so endlessly that the thought of it being real is numbing her mind with bliss.
She can feel herself getting wet, her light blue inexpensive cotton panties absorbing a soaked patch that she'll have to deal with for the rest of the day. But it's all worth it.
Baby doesn't have a dick, not one she brought with her anyway. But that doesn't mean she can't follow through with her request, so she swirls her tongue around once more around her clit, curls up her tongue, and penetrates through her as deep as she can.
Jina's hips roll up, grinding her swollen clit against Baby's tongue. Her typical masturbation methods don't stack up compared to Baby's easy manipulation of her body. She'd squeeze a pillow between her legs or a rolled up towel if she was desperate, humping along with sensual music or a porn video. Baby played her like a fiddle.
The squeal that leaves her lips as Baby's tongue presses inside is muffled by a hand clamped over her mouth. Her whole face is bright red behind it, pupils blown wide as they stare down at Baby over the gathered white ruffles of her dress. God— her clit is right there, squished against Baby's nose. Each breath ghosts against it, making her writhe. Jina's insides are heavenly, warm and sweet as if all that hydration she yaps about was specifically to curate the taste of her pussy.
"B-Baby, it feels so good," she whimpers through clenched teeth. She reaches down to hold the back of Baby's head— so gently, so careful of her hair.
Her squeal is music to Baby’s ears, a melody foreign to her considering all the vocal exercises and tunes they've done together this entire time. It makes her wonder what other crescendos she could be hiding, and how much louder she'll go if they had more privacy.
Baby looks up at her, staring with unblinking eyes, and the sight alone is enough to satisfy her urges on lonely nights from then on. Jina blushes with her entire being, her fluster spreads from her cheeks down to her collarbones and shoulders. Eyes half-lidded, mouth gasping softly as her chest aches to catch air. She breathes out through her nose against her clit, and that's enough for her to arch her back. Fuck.
She feels Jina's hands grasping for her hair, lightly and gingerly.
Her pussy becomes wetter and wetter around her tongue, and she laps it all up until there's nothing left to sip, pouring more saliva into her cunt in return.
Baby doesn't reply, too preoccupied with making Jina feel good. Instead, she reaches up with her forefingers, at either sides of her precious hole to pull on it apart to expose her to the cold air of the humidifier.
Baby widens her mouth, and gently blows into her wet pussy before fucking it with her fingers.
Jina squeals anew as she’s spread open on Baby’s fingers. It’s a relatively untouched hole, Jina always too fearful of pain to put more than her own fingers inside. It’s pink and twitching as Baby stares at it. Jina is a sight. Her face is so pink, her eyes so full of overwhelmed tears. She wants to kiss Baby so badly, but can’t fathom the thought of interrupting.
“Oh!!” She yelps, lewd wet sounds filling the room as her soaked pussy is fingered. “Baby— babygirl— please—“ with a sharp gasp, and a shudder, Jina came. Hard. Harder than she ever had, as evidenced by the small squirt of fluid she released, slapping wetly to the floor.
Jina doesn’t have energy to be embarrassed, too busy slumped back and seeing stars.
Seeing the inside of her pussy being so open unlocks a primal need within Baby. Not only that, but seeing, hearing her squirt onto the floor leaves her jittery for more. She's able to pull back just in time, careful not to ruin her makeup. But her hands are far from safe, with her fingers keeping her cunt spread and exposed, and the other side still tucked into her, two fingers deep.
Jina's practically slumped down like a puddle from her seat, her head resting underneath it, the lower half of her body splayed onto Baby’s shoulders, twitching every bit and then, noticing only now that one of her heels had fallen to the floor.
The older idol's cunt continues to spasm in its wake, a rosy pink dripping wet and open, practically pleading for more of Baby. She's trying to not be mean, trying to be mindful that they're on a timer, but still she follows her temptations just a tiny bit, leaning in to clean Jina of her mess with her mouth. They were going to clean up anyway. This is just her being more efficient.
She wants a second round so bad, but Baby keeps it short and clinical. And when she's done, she moves up to Jina, hands gently tucking her top to let out her breasts.
Good thing her dress is off shoulder, the fabric is easy to drag down so she can finally touch her, skin-to-skin.
A sweet little whine sounds as Baby's tongue laps against Jina's over-sensitive pussy. She feels wrecked— embarrassingly so, and Baby doesn't seem to have broken a sweat. Her feet shakily find the floor once Baby is up, having tugged Jina's panties back up. What does one do after being eaten out?
"Th-thanks?" Jina chooses, cheeks flush.
She's about to reach for her fallen shoe when Baby's hands find her bodice. A quick tug has the older idol's ample bosom spilling out, her dress and the strapless bra supporting her coming down easily.
"Hey!"
They're big. And they're natural, so they're almost impossibly soft. Each one is more than a handful for Baby. Her nipples are pink and puffy, the peaks tucked away. Another fun detail of Jina's body that Baby discovers. They're sensitive, too, if Jina's squirming is any indication. "Baby— we have to go back," she insists, trying so hard to sound firm.
The fact that her chest is so big that it's so easy to tug her clothes off it.... No, she mustn't. Even if it is tempting with Jina like this, all fucked out and still in a slightly dazed state. Her pretty princess-like dress discarded down to her waist to show off her body, her thighs still peaking out from the ruffles down, one foot still heel-less planted on the floor.
But it wouldn't hurt if she just. Cropped a feel. Too big for her small hands but that doesn't stop Baby from groping and squishing them into a circular motion, and of course her nipples are inverted.
She's pretty. She's so fucking pretty. She loves her so much.
Then she snaps out of her trance, because Jina is right.
"I got carried away, unnie. My bad."
So she stands up straight and reaches for the tissue box, wiping her bust off with the cum and slick she's carelessly passed on. She pulls her into standing up, letting her put her dress back up while she fixes her own appearance.
Baby can't help but stare. And she's always been impatient, so once more she follows her impulse. Before she opens the door, she comes up to Jina's face until they're a breath away, and gives her a quick little peck on the lips.
"Let's go."
Jina's surprised (and maybe a little disappointed) that Baby heeds her warning. She's still as Baby cleans her up and clings to the maknae's hands as she stands. Now that the post-orgasm brain fog has subsided, her mind is running a mile a minute: would this happen again? Should they talk about it? Did Baby want to date or just... do sexual things together? The former was Jina's preferred, but she'd take the latter if that was as much a Baby wanted from her...
Her lips form the slight pout she wears when she's deep in thought. She redresses properly, tucking those amazing DDs into her bra and then bodice, stepping into her fallen shoe. She touches up her makeup, reapplying gloss and powder.
Her heels clack on the tile as she follows Baby, unsure and nervous that the other resents her lack of reciprocation.
"Baby, I—"
She's stopped short by that sudden kiss, chaste as it is. Leaving her frozen in place with her eyes wide.
Her hands fly to her lips after, hiding the dopey little smile she wears. "Yeah— let's finish this quickly," she agrees, hurrying along back to the shoot.