SAHYO IMAGINES

CONDOM

“oh fuck.”

jihyo, who was in the midst of catching her breath, quickly whipped her head up to stare at sana. “whuh? what? what do you mean by that? what is it?”

they were in the middle of an empty parking lot at the mall, in the back of jihyo’s car and trying to slowly come to after a less-than-holy past hour and a half. sana looked down at jihyo, eyes wide. “i’m gonna need you to pull out really quick.”

jihyo gave the girl a bewildered, slow blink. “jihyo, we’re knotted.”

“i know that, cunt face.” she hissed out. “figure it out!”

“okay, okay!” jihyo looked down at their joined pelvises and, with very careful maneuvering from her part, popped her knot out prematurely from sana’s slit, the latter whom whimpered slightly at the sudden emptiness. she sat on her calves and looked down at jihyo’s cock, currently twitching against her stomach, and growled. “shit!”

curious to see what was so damning, the other girl looked down to her own genitals, and quickly found out about the source of anxiety. her heart dropped accordingly.

“oh.” she said, intelligently. “that’s…not good.”

“yeah, no shit, genius!” sana growled and smacked jihyo on the chest. “what kind of rich bitch can’t afford a condom that won’t break?!”

“that makes no sense!” jihyo squeaked out, pulling the visibly bunched and ripped condom off her dick. “i-it’s a brand new pack!”

“ugh.” she bristled anxiously, settling back on the seat to pull her underwear up hastily. “great! just what i fucking needed.”

“just… relax, sana, for fuck’s sake.” jihyo growled, tucking herself back into her panties. “it’s not the goddamn end of the world. we’ll stop at my house and just get you a morning after pill.”

sana’s eyes narrowed. “you just have those in your home?” she crossed her arms with a huff. “what, for your other bitches?”

jihyo huffed, rolling her eyes. “as cute as it is to see you get jealous, no. they’re jeongyeon’s, because her vagina is an old dick magnet and she’s a cum-dump whore .” she hopped over her the arm rest to the drivers seat, sana following suit. she gently smacked the cheerleader’s calf over to the floor as she walked over. “don’t put your shoes on my seats, bitch.”

“i’m not in the fucking mood, jihyo.” sana growled out, making the other girl shrink slightly. “you better pray nothing happens, or i’ll hang you by the knot over the basketball court.”

jihyo’s legs pressed close in slight fear. “please don’t?”

sana crossed her arms and leaned against the window, clearly deciding that the conversation was over. the alpha in jihyo couldn’t help but whine at the presumption that she had done something wrong. she tightened her grasp around the wheel and frowned, trying to do the mental gymnastics as to how the hell a brand new box of rubbers had managed to rip with so much ease. at a red light, she leaned over jihyo and grabbed the box from the glove compartment.

she turned the box over. this… this wasn’t her fucking box.

her eyes quickly read over the brand, the kind, and most importantly, the expiration date. she snarled with sudden fury and crushed the box between her nails.

“jeongyeon!”

she growled and threw the box against the backseat. fucking jeongyeon had swapped out her box!