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Kiss it better; 2jin 6.4k words

Early morning till late noon practice for the group had left the dorms unusually quiet. Some walked in like zombies half-asleep and dispersed into various rooms to sleep while the remaining few were probably up to no good and just great at being quiet (Haseul and Vivi). Hyunjin, along with Sooyoung and Jinsol (she only lasted thirty minutes) didn’t fall into either category. Sooyoung and Hyunjin thought a good way to wind down after a laborious practice was to have their own silent tournament in the form of Smash Bros on Jinsol’s switch.

Much like the dorm, the living room was close to silent if you didn’t count their button smashing, Jinsol’s quiet snoring, and the low volume of the TV. Hyunjin knows she could be having some much needed cuddle time with Heejin but her girlfriend was a light sleeper and Hyunjin would’ve just been restless the entire time. Thankfully Heejin didn’t put up a fight and rolled over to go right back to sleep. Sooyoung seemed to be in the same situation except Jinsol could sleep anywhere and through anything so she was sleeping perfectly fine with her head on Sooyoung’s lap.

Hyunjin’s eyes had already started to burn from glaring at the screen so long, they had to have been playing for almost two hours already with no breaks at all. She was determined to beat Sooyoung because the older girl had been quietly talking shit the entire time and Hyunjin was not going to get beat by someone who calls their girlfriend ‘my little glub glub’. They were tied 2-2 and whoever won this next round would be treated to dinner by the loser for the next week. Not surprisingly Hyunjin wins earning herself those free meals.

“I should’ve won that.” Sooyoung doesn’t toss the controller like she wants to and sets it down gently off to the side not wanting to disturb her girlfriend from sleep. “That was so close.”

“Not close enough because now you owe me dinner. The deal starts tomorrow though. I promised Heejin that after her nap we’d go to dinner or something.” Hyunjin turns towards the kitchen when she hears rustling only to see the very person she had just mentioned and had definitely been missing.

“Well speak of the devil, look who’s up.”

In the kitchen Heejin rummages through the fridge until she pulls out a pitcher of juice and pours herself a glass. She looks adorable, wearing one of Hyunjin’s oversized shirts with her hair a bit messy and eyes still half closed. Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate to abandon Sooyoung on the couch to go greet her cute half-asleep girlfriend. Heejin doesn’t acknowledge her at first, Hyunjin grabbing her attention when she wraps her up into a gentle back hug. The second Heejin realizes it’s Hyunjin she aggressively shrugs out of the taller girl’s hold and pushes her away with what seems to be all her strength (To Hyunjin it’s merely a nudge).

“What are you doing?!” Heejin crosses her arms over her chest glaring angrily up at her.

“I was just saying hi.” Hyunjin replies wearily, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Well don’t. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“W-What did I do?!”

Heejin grabs her cup of juice and storms out of the kitchen without an answer leaving Hyunjin dumbfounded. She stands there completely caught off guard by the sudden attitude. If it wasn’t obvious enough something clearly had happened. Heejin had never been to type to wake up grumpy, she was usually just clingy until the sleep wore off. If she was grumpy it never manifested into an attitude and it was never directed towards Hyunjin. So she had to have seriously pissed Heejin off if she was acting like this. The problem is that Hyunjin has no idea what the fuck she had possibly done for Heejin to be so upset.

“What the hell did you do?” Sooyoung looked just as taken back as Hyunjin was.

“I have no idea.” Hyunjin scratches the back of her neck. “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Thanks unnie, really.”

She rolls her eyes at Sooyoung and trudges down the hallway toward the bedroom. Hyunjin stops in front of the door for a moment just to prepare herself for what was to come. It wasn’t quite often that Heejin acted like this, if she did it had to be because she had no more patience but Hyunjin was very rarely on the receiving end. Like extremely rare to be in the line of fire when Heejin was upset. If Heejin was angry, upset, sad, or tired she always went to Hyunjin to feel better. Whatever the issue was Hyunjin hoped that this was just Heejin being grumpy and in need of attention.

After a good thirty seconds of telling herself to not somehow make things worse she finally gathers courage to enter the room. The preparation to face her girlfriend’s wrath is completely thrown out the window when she’s met with the sound of crying instead. Heejin sits on the left side of the bed, head in her hands trying to muffle her cries while Hyunjin is on the edge of panicking. Hyunjin is now more concerned than she is scared, cautiously making her way onto the bed to (hopefully) be allowed to comfort her.

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” Hyunjin is relieved that Heejin doesn’t shy away from her touch but she still refuses to give an answer with the shake of her head. “I’m sorry if I upset you somehow.”

Still she gets no response from the other girl, so instead of insisting on getting an explanation Hyunjin chooses to give her space. Or well she had assumed that's what Heejin wanted. Initially Hyunjin was going to scoot over to her side of the bed but the second she tried to move Heejin was clambering into her lap to keep her from doing so. Her arms wrapped tightly around Hyunjin’s shoulders, keeping her from doing anything other than accept the death grip she had been trapped in. Though worry was eating at Hyunjin about what had upset Heejin she still doesn’t push her to talk.

Soon Heejin’s cries subside into tiny sniffles and her tight hold on Hyunjin loosens into a more gentle hug. Hyunjin doesn’t stop rubbing comforting circles on her back which ends up getting rid of the tension that had still remained despite Heejin calming down. Then it’s all gone and Heejin has completely melted into Hyunjin's hold, face hidden in the crook of her neck wanting to be as close as she possibly could. Brushing some hair out of her face Hyunjin kisses Heejin’s neck and with a bit of trouble pulls away enough that she can look at her girlfriend.

“What happened?” Hyunjin cups her cheeks and takes a good look at how cute Heejin looks after she’s finished crying.

“No it’s just…i-it’s stupid. I’m just being sensitive.” Heejin looks away from her, now seemingly embarrassed to talk about the reason she had been upset.

“It’s not stupid if you were crying, there’s also nothing wrong with being sensitive either.”

“I-I had a dream that you cheated on me with some girl that you knew from school.”

Hyunjin is glad that Heejin is looking away from her because the way she was fighting back a laugh would’ve made things worse. Now Hyunjin wasn’t necessarily laughing at Heejin. It was more at the kind of reaction this dream had caused, Hyunjin had never seen Heejin be openly jealous and now that she had something about it was absolutely amusing. Not only was it amusing but god did it make Heejin so much more adorable than she already was at this very moment. Though Hyunjin’s first instinct was to tease she decided to save it for later due to the fact it had upset her girlfriend.

“Baby I would never cheat on you.” Hyunjin grits out trying hard not to chuckle at the way Heejin pathetically shrugged her shoulders. It was as if she wasn’t believing a word Hyunjin was saying. “Heejin-ah come on don’t be like that.”

“What if it’s a sign!” Heejin crosses her arms over her chest.

“I would never do that to you.” Hyunjin turns Heejin’s head to face her once again. “Forgive me?”

Heejin looks away from Hyunjin again pouting with a fresh set of tears fighting to not be shed. Hyunjin thinks she’s so cute and can’t help but kiss her pout away along with the tears that do end up falling. With a gentle hand Hyunjin wipes all the tears and continues to pepper kisses along Heejin’s face until her girlfriend finally gives in and allows a proper kiss on the lips. The kiss was supposed to be quick, Heejin was going to go back to being pouty but Hyunjin always knew the right thing to do when it came to things like this—something Heejin loved and hated.

“You’d never leave me?” Heejin’s watery eyes stare down at Hyunjin for more assurance.

“I’d never leave you baby. No more crying okay?” Hyunjin kisses her again and again until Heejin no longer resists them. “Let me make it better.”

Those words are nothing but a whisper against Heejin’s jaw, which is all it takes for her to completely give in. Heejin understood what making it better meant. The phrase had one meaning when it came from Hyunjin and Heejin didn’t mind what it entailed after it was said. It was the best form of comfort for situations like this and of course Hyunjin knew that. Hence the making it better—Hyunjin knew exactly what she was doing uttering those words to a sensitive Heejin. There was no way now that Heejin could find the slightest part of herself to deny Hyunjin even with the fleeting distasteful thoughts in her mind of her girlfriend cheating.

Hyunjin doesn’t let her mind wander any farther, wiping the thoughts clean from Heejin’s mind with a rough attention garnering grip on the smaller girl’s waist. It’s a silent demand—a simple pay attention and Heejin doesn’t know why it’s enough to make her instantly comply. Or maybe she does but she wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that this gentle form of dominance is enough for Heejin to let Hyunjin do as she pleases. The grip on her waist tightens, Hyunjin pulling Heejin higher up onto her lap so now they’re flush against each other.

Then come the tickling yet firm kisses against her neck that make Heejin instinctively tilt her head back for more. Of course Hyunjin knew all too well what would have Heejin like putty in her hands, which is why there was no hesitation to place a much more firm kiss to the spot in the middle of her throat that for some reason was extremely sensitive. The second Hyunjin adds the right amount of pressure with her lips against Heejin’s throat; there's a moan that immediately follows the action. Heejin gets caught up in the kisses, the sounds she makes at the pressure on her throat small but enough for Hyunjin to know she can go further.

Without missing a beat Hyunjin carefully flips Heejin onto her back so that she’s perched comfortably against the pillows, she does it without her lips ever leaving her girlfriend’s neck. Heejin moans again, her hands tangling into Hyunjin’s hair urging her to keep kissing her most sensitive spot and getting completely worked up just from that. She’s disappointed when Hyunjin moves on from the spot trailing kisses back up her neck to land on her lips again. Their kisses slowly gain intensity that they end up a mess of lips kissing until they’re pulling away in need of air

“Hi.” Hyunjin greets breathlessly, pulling away to where Heejin can see her face now covered in faint blush which was a familiar indicator of need.

“Hi.” Heejin responds once she catches her breath and doesn’t hesitate to lean up to initiate another, more intense kiss that urges Hyunjin’s hands to start caressing. m

Hyunjin’s hands wandered far past her waist, stopping multiple times to trace her fingers over Heejin’s clothed skin as they made their way farther down to her thighs. She slid her hands underneath the shirt that covered most of Heejin’s thighs, sliding the fabric up until all of her porcelain skin was on display. Hyunjin finds that Heejin didn’t bother to put shorts on and simply used her shirt as a form of coverage for her underwear-clad lower half. Her hands rested on Heejin’s upper thighs, fingertips close to slipping underneath the thin fabric that covered where she was wanted most.

“Is this okay?” Hyunjin asked just to be sure Heejin was actually up for going farther.

“Yes, touch me please.” Heejin lifts her hips making it easy for Hyunjin to slip her panties off and set them somewhere to the side. “You said you’d make it better.”

“I will.”

Heejin’s breath hitches when Hyunjin runs her fingers through her folds, the touch evoking a reaction—more wetness seeping onto said fingers. Hyunjin doesn’t tease again after that, instead adjusting her position so that her face is in between Heejin’s slick covered thighs. She kisses up her inner thighs until her face is close enough that Heejin shivers, feeling Hyunjin’s hot breath against her center. First she gives an experimental swipe of her tongue through the dripping wetness just to see how Heejin would respond and the loud moan that she releases is why Hyunjin dives in tongue first.

It’s all tongue that Heejin isn’t ready for, immediately clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle a loud moan when Hyunjin’s tongue sinks inside her. Hyunjin thrust her tongue in and out slowly only to speed it up trying to extend it as far as it could possibly go inside Heejin. Just because she wanted to get Heejin to squirm Hyunjin suddenly starts moving her tongue in different directions causing Heejin to almost arch her hips off the bed still struggling to muffle her moans at the sudden change in the way her girlfriend moved her tongue.

The thing is that’s only half of what Hyunjin was planning to do. She wanted to stimulate Heejin until she was whining for Hyunjin to touch a specific place that had been currently pulsing in front of her eyes. As soon as Heejin’s fingers tangled into her hair with a string of moans and jolting of her hips, Hyunjin knew everything was going exactly as she wanted. To drive Heejin crazier, Hyunjin buried her face deeper in between her thighs keeping up her rapid pace before deciding Heejin was worked up enough for her to adjust and slip a finger in.

Immediately Hyunjin feels Heejin’s walls contract around her finger the second it's deep enough to stimulate. Heejin lets out another loud moan, her hips lifting off the mattress yet again, but Hyunjin just continues. Her mouth now occupies itself with wrapping around Heejin’s throbbing clit to suckle on it causing a jolt of pleasure through Heejin. After a while one finger becomes two that relentlessly pump in and out, curling each time they bottom out close to bringing Heejin closer to the pleasure Hyunjin had wordlessly promised her.

What she wasn’t ready for was Hyunjin to add a third finger which made her understand that Hyunjin was not just pleasuring her but preparing her. Heejin already felt like she was going to combust, knowing there was more to come drove her faster towards the edge. She honestly wasn’t sure if she’d be able to recover for more with how good Hyunjin was sucking at her clit and curling her fingers clearly in search of her sweet spot. When she finds it she shows no mercy hitting it over and over again whilst being rougher with her stimulation towards Heejin’s clit.

Heejin’s thighs twitch once, twice, and then they’re tightening around Hyunjin’s head leaving her with no choice but to make Heejin come fast enough that she doesn’t suffocate. Hyunjin thrust and curled her fingers feeling wetness pool into her hand followed by a (muffled due to Heejin’s thighs) choked moan from above her. Around her fingers Heejin’s walls fluttered rapidly as she continued to massage that same spot, Heejin tensing up more than she already was, desperate to ride out the rest of her high.

Thankfully Heejin’s high doesn’t last much longer and her body relaxes back into the mattress. Most importantly her thighs release Hyunjin from their death trap allowing her to come up for some air. Her head doesn’t stay up for more than a couple seconds, Hyunjin leaning back down to kiss Heejin’s shaking inner thighs. Heejin jolts, feeling sensitive to even the smallest of kisses and lightly pushes Hyunjin's head away to get her to stop. This is when Hyunjin finally lifts her head enough that Heejin can see the wetness smeared around her mouth and cheeks.

The rest of Hyunjin’s face is noticeably more red than before, her eyes a dark brown with blown pupils and her lips slightly parted as if she was still trying to catch her breath. Hyunjin holds their eye contact as she licks her lips and around them to clean the wetness off, a grin forming on her face when Heejin shyly looks away.

“You’re cute you know that?” Hyunjin’s gentle voice is now covered up with a rough rasp. “Even when you almost suffocate me.”

“Sorry…” Heejin giggles at her girlfriend who can see she is clearly not at all sorry.

“You don’t look sorry. It’s fine though, I think being suffocated by your thighs is the boss way to go out.“

“You’re an idiot.”

“I'm your idiot.”

“You weren’t in my dream.”

“Oh my god.”

Heejin was clearly joking but Hyunjin can tell by the pout on her lips that she was still bothered by it. She ignores her own uncomfortable arousal a little bit longer in favor of cleaning her face up to properly smother Heejin in loving kisses. Her pouty resolve disappears immediately to accept the apologetic kisses (she’s not actually as bothered as before she just loves extra kisses). Hyunjin continues to kiss all over her face, leaving some on her forehead, a few on her nose, and a final one on her lips that flips the playful mood right back to the intense one from before. Easily Hyunjin’s tongue slips into Heejin’s mouth eliciting a whimper and for her to lean up chasing more.

There’s still the lingering taste of herself on Hyunjin’s tongue that sends Heejin spiraling back into neediness. She wants the more Hyunjin had been preparing her for and she wants it now. Heejin slides her arms around Hyunjin’s neck pulling her head closer for a deeper kiss and then does the same with her legs around the taller girl’s hips. The second Hyunjin’s body slightly falls on top of her Heejin immediately feels the hard arousal against her.

“Hyun please.” Heejin can’t take it anymore and breaks the kiss without any shame to beg (she didn’t have to). “I want it please.”

“Don’t worry baby, I wasn’t done making it better.” Hyunjin doesn’t even sound like Hyunjin anymore as she breaks from her grip. “Take your shirt off.”

Instantly Heejin obliges, sliding the shirt off her body while Hyunjin does the same with her own. Heejin now lays there completely bare watching as Hyunjin pulls her shorts down, her arousal only slightly visible due to the thick material. When that’s gone everything is there to see straining against the poor thin fabric of her underwear. The tip peeking out from above the waistband that was slightly wet seemingly with traces of—

“Sorry…eating you out really turns me on.” She clears her throat clearly embarrassed by the remnants of her previous orgasm.

“It’s okay.” Heejin doesn’t mind it one bit, a smile tracing her lips. “It’s cute that you enjoy it as much as I do.”

“It’s hard not to—pun not intended.”

“Seriously Hyunjin?”

“I was trying to make you laugh and it worked!”

“Come here already!”

Hyunjin giggles uncontrollably at this point, mostly from being proud of her pun. Her giggles only make Heejin laugh until they’re both sitting there laughing. Their laughter subsides once Hyunjin manages to stop laughing long enough to move her position and hover Heejin, tension suddenly filling the air at the blissful expressions they see on each other’s faces. They’re both still smiling even as Hyunjin leans down to kiss Heejin, it remains in between each kiss and doesn’t leave until the tension overcomes the once playful atmosphere yet again.

There’s not another moment wasted from there, Hyunjin kissing her one last time on the lips before pulling back to kick off her bottoms the rest of the way. Heejin shivers to herself at the sight of Hyunjin cock on full display, it looks heavy despite its standing position and there’s precum beading—leaking from the tip from prolonged arousal. Any other time when she’s impatient Heejin would’ve already wrapped her hand around it because much like Hyunjin she loved to please and feel prideful at the fact that she knew which ways to move her hand to bring the latter over the edge quickly. Instead, Heejin waits.

Hyunjin repositions herself in between Heejin’s thighs and places them over her own. This minimizes the space between them so that now Heejin can feel part of Hyunjin’s member heavy against her inner thigh. Her stomach tightens, heat spreading through her body in anticipation when Hyunjin adjusts again and the thick hardness slides down her center. In the process of its adjustment Hyunjin’s cock covers itself with Heejin’s wetness mixing with the precum that was now dribbling out of the head in almost a stream. The warm tip presses against her entrance which makes Heejin spread her thighs more welcoming Hyunjin to connect them in the most intimate way she knew how.

“I’ll be careful.” Hyunjin rasps and reaches between them to pump herself a couple times to spread their mixed wetness.

“I trust you.” Heejin finds Hyunjin’s free hand and interlaces their fingers together. “Go ahead.”

At Heejin’s assurance Hyunjin aligns herself with her opening and slowly pushes in. Just like she said, Hyunjin is careful sliding her thickness into Heejin allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. Every time Heejin’s hand squeezes her own, she stops, patiently waiting to continue because the last thing she wanted was to accidentally hurt Heejin. They had done this many times before and every time it was still the same routine of Hyunjin trying to ease herself in due to the fact she was nowhere near small nor close to average.

“Relax.”

There’s a husk to Hyunjin’s voice that makes Heejin shiver with a need to invite all of her in. Inch by inch Heejin does until Hyunjin has disappeared completely inside her. Their hips flush together just the way Heejin likes and if things were different she wouldn’t allow an inch of Hyunjin to escape from inside her. Heejin’s walls forced themselves to adjust quickly to the familiar intrusion, contracting tightly around Hyunjin practically begging her to move her hips. Hyunjin scans over Heejin’s face to see for any discomfort only to be met with a hazy expression and want filled eyes waiting for her to do whatever she pleases.

“Does it feel okay?” Hyunjin questions, her hands rubbing Heejin’s sides affectionately.

“It feels good.” Heejin squirms, clearly impatient and wanting her to move but who was Hyunjin if she didn’t tease?

“What feels good?”

Heejin’s eyes flick up to hers knowing already what Hyunjin was wanting but refusing to give her the satisfaction of teasing. Hyunjin stares down at her for a moment waiting for an answer, when Heejin doesn’t give her one she decides to further her teasing. She starts jogging her hips giving lazy half-thrust that immediately dissolve Heejin’s resistance to her teasing. Then she goes from lazy half thrust to full ones that cause Heejin to place her hand on her stomach, nails digging into the skin showing she wasn’t ready for the sudden change in pace—but not opposed to it with the way she moans.

“What feels good?” She asks again, still not letting up on the teasing.

“Y-You feel good.” Heejin finally admits with her eyes screwed shut, completely defeated by Hyunjin’s deep thrusting.

“Hmm? I ‘feel good’? You have to be more specific, my love.”

“Y-You feel good—inside me.”

Hyunjin responds with a breathy yeah? that is for some reason extremely attractive to Heejin in her arousal filled mind. She loves when Hyunjin sounds breathless the way she is now, how she sounds almost mindless just from this already. Heejin shouldn’t be saying anything to begin with, she was already close to being a mess with Hyunjin's slow building pace. The way Hyunjin looks at her, touches her, everything that she’s doing now makes her forget why she had been upset in the first place. Any insecurity she had felt before was gone without the possibility of ever coming back.

She finds herself choking on a breath, her attention turning back from the small moment it had wandered off to Hyunjin suddenly bottoming out a lot deeper than before. A cracked moan is silenced by soft lips against her own, Hyunjin’s abnormal body heat now engulfing her as Hyunjin closes the space that had been between them so that they’re chest to chest. Heejin tries to kiss back only for Hyunjin to make it impossible for her to do so when her hips start grinding into her faster, clearly desperate to go deeper. All Heejin can manage to do is wrap her legs around her lover’s strong waist and successfully (thankfully) muffle the incoming moans into her neck.

It sets her body on fire hearing Hyunjin’s breath against her ear along with the groans she fights to muffle. Heejin can feel the sheets bunched up under her where Hyunjin holds onto them to hold herself up enough to keep moving her hips. Neither knew where the sudden desperation had come from but it had been a while since they’ve been able to do anything without the fear of getting interrupted. And Hyunjin was going to take advantage of it the most she possibly can even if it meant they’d get scolded later for being loud. Clearly Hyunjin didn’t care with the way she drilled harder into Heejin with each passing moment.

“You look so cute.” Hyunjin admits breathlessly in Heejin’s ear. “So pretty, all this just for me?”

Heejin can’t help but moan, her breath picking up, legs tightening around Hyunjin’s waist at the compliments. They were such a simple gesture, merely praises but coming from Hyunjin who meant everything she said just gave them a much deeper meaning. It was different coming from a breathless Hyunjin because she really meant it and as always she knew exactly what she was doing. The glint in her eyes as she took in Heejin’s reaction to the praises was only going to make her do it more because she knew Heejin was a sucker for them more specifically from her.

“God Heejin, you feel so fucking good.” Hyunjin pulls at the sheets under her again. “Only you can make me feel this good, you know that baby?”

Hyunjin takes in her reaction again, this time it’s bigger than the last one and it was almost enough to send her over the edge. Heejin’s face turns red, her eyes screwing shut, her nails digging into the skin of Hyunjin’s shoulders. She desperately pulls Hyunjin closer, holding onto her tighter, nails digging deeper into the delicate skin with each praise that Hyunjin continues to whisper (moan) in her ear. The praises don’t end with how she satisfies Hyunjin but how pretty Heejin looks taking her so deep and so well it makes her orgasm build up before exploding without warning.

She soaks Hyunjin’s length, her body tensing and nails dragging down the strong back painfully deep. Hyunjin’s name comes out in a desperate chant as she moans throatily with her hips lifting to keep riding the high from her climax. While she comes hard and still tries to wind down from it Hyunjin’s gentle nature disappears and she all but pounds into Heejin to chase her own need. Hyunjin does this while whining Heejin’s name pathetically into her neck and the sound is enough to make another orgasm build up.

Another one hits her when Hyunjin suddenly pulls out to thrust a couple times against her before she shoots all over Heejin’s lower half. Hyunjin moans with her thrusting coming to a stop while her chest heaves trying to suck in lungfuls of air. Heejin catches her breath quicker than Hyunjin does and comfortingly brings her girlfriend’s shaking hand that had been gripping on her thigh up her lips for a gentle kiss. Though she’s still breathless Hyunjin smiles leaning her head down to kiss Heejin’s neck but this is with intent to get her bothered again and Heejin isn’t sure she can keep up with her girlfriend’s fast recovery.

The kisses get rougher and Hyunjin sits up slightly again, her erection growing against Heejin’s thigh as she starts grinding. Heejin takes it upon herself to reach between them and jerk her girlfriend to full hardness. Hyunjin grinds into Heejin’s fist with a groan despite the fact it’s barely able to accommodate her to begin with. Eventually Hyunjin replaces Heejin’s hand with her own and guides herself back into the already tightening walls. She parts Heejin’s thighs with her hands and there back to the same place they were before.

Except this time they start out desperate and needy instead of building up to it like they had before. It’s in Hyunjin’s breathing, her chest shaking with each inhale and exhale and then in her hips that stutter every time she bottoms out. It’s in Heejin’s touch, her hands running over Hyunjin’s back up to the back of her neck to tug on her hair, it’s in her voice that quivers every time Hyunjin forces her hips back down onto the mattress when they lift. They show it in their kisses that are barely even kisses because they can’t manage to keep doing it without pulling away to moan.

Hyunjin just grips at Heejin’s hips harder, almost bruising the closer she gets. She angles her hips up, hitting a sweet spot in Heejin that makes the girl’s entire body shake. Heejin sees white after a couple more rough and angled thrust, a moan that everyone else probably heard vibrates through her chest and Hyunjin swears her back was probably bleeding. Her thrusting continues just like before sounding wet with Heejin’s release and it’s the final push she needs to come herself. Heejin grounds herself enough to lock her legs around Hyunjin’s waist to prevent her from pulling out.

“Trying to make sure everyone knows I'm yours?” Hyunjin husks with a panting breath. “Is that why you looked disappointed when I pulled out? Just say the word and I won’t, claim me.”

“Stay.” Heejin pulls her closer, legs tightening around her waist. “Please Hyunjin, I want it so bad.”

Heejin wants to replay this moment over and over again. Her begging seems to do it for Hyunjin, she moans, she really moans so prettily above Heejin she could come again just from it. She feels Hyunjin’s muscles tensing under her touch, wanting to kiss her parted lips that let out a string of whiney curses. Warmth fills her and Hyunjin’s hold on her is so tight that it leaves marks that’ll probably be there for days. Heejin doesn’t mind it though, she likes Hyunjin like this—she likes her being needy. It was only a few more thrust and shaky breaths that Hyunjin came to a stop.

She pulls out but she’s still standing tall as she does so, Heejin senses that Hyunjin is far from done. Could she possibly handle another round? No probably not but Heejin feels her body fill with need all over again when Hyunjin looks at her after recovering in the few seconds she was debating if she was okay with not being able to walk later. Heejin had already made her choice but it was solidified when Hyunjin rolled her over onto her stomach without a word.

In the next moment Hyunjin’s soft touches turned possessive as if finishing inside wasn’t proof enough. Which Heejin would’ve joked about if Hyunjin wasn’t already sheathing herself back in. Hyunjin seemed to like the idea of being claimed a lot more than Heejin initially thought. The new position makes Hyunjin hit a whole new angle, reaching a depth inside Heejin she hadn’t before. Of course Heejin lets her do as she pleases because it wasn’t often that Hyunjin got worked up like this.

At first Heejin had the willpower to hold herself up for just a second before the position on her hands and knees melted back into the mattress. She just held onto the bunched up comforter with her face in the pillow which didn’t last longer than the amount of time she managed to hold herself up. Hyunjin liked closeness, whether it was cuddling, hugging, just standing beside each other, she just liked having Heejin near and it showed the most during sex.

Once Heejin was pressed into the mattress Hyunjin’s body just followed, her chest against her back while her position sitting up on her knees seemed to be enough to keep the pace going. Heejin bunches up the comforter in her hand which Hyunjin immediately replaced with her own so that they’re even closer with Hyunjin’s (desperate) panting in Heejin’s ear. Hyunjin tilts her head down to kiss along Heejin’s shoulder before suckling lightly and then biting into the slightly marked skin.

There was a protest in Heejin’s throat, no marks is what she had wanted to say but really couldn’t bring herself to. Because of course Heejin liked how it showed she was Hyunjin’s and while she wanted to do the same to her girlfriend it was enough to sate the jealousy that had gotten them here in the first place. Hyunjin’s leaves bites and hickeys all over Heejin’s shoulder, moving her hips faster every time Heejin moans when she bites particularly hard. Heejin couldn’t last much longer, she didn’t need more than a push to come again.

“I love you.” Hyunjin starts thrusting harder.

“I—.” Heejin attempts but Hyunjin purposefully makes it difficult.

“Say it.”

“I-I love you—god Hyunjin.”

Heejin lets out a choked gasp, her face burying into the pillow as Hyunjin sits back to fuck her harder. She didn’t bother to control her moans, some of which were muffled while the others were loud when Hyunjin hit a particular spot inside her that sent chills throughout her body. There’s a mantra of don’t stop and cut up moans that sound like the syllables of Hyunjin’s name. Hyunjin doesn’t slow down, seemingly lost in the pleasure, Heejin swears she can hear her mutter mine under her breath while being a mix between desperate and possessive.

Hyunjin’s thrust starts speeding up, more of a rapid thrusting instead of the way she prolongs them with her usual fast pace. Well it’s rapid and sloppy thrusts that still gives Heejin exactly what she needs. Heejin feels her twitch—throb even with the need to release. Hyunjin pulls her close again, lifting Heejin’s hips off the bed while the rest of her body can’t hold itself up without some kind of support. Over the sound of her own moans, Heejin can hear the way Hyunjin does nothing but curse and whine, pulling at her hips as if it wasn’t enough.

It’s sudden, without warning when Hyunjin empties into her, sending Heejin spiraling into the last orgasm her body could muster up. For a moment Heejin’s vision blurs, feeling her climax in every inch of her body while trying to focus on the (enjoyable) sensation of Hyunjin still coming inside her. Heejin of course goes down first, shaking as she lays back down on the mattress while Hyunjin goes still for a moment trying to regain feeling in her body after an intense and nonstop session. She flops next to Heejin, her chest heaving up and down in exhaustion.

Recovery takes a lot longer than it usually would, both of them (mostly Hyunjin) still winded and twitching from overstimulation. Eventually Hyunjin wills herself to get up on wobbly legs and get something to clean them both up and plop back into bed before her body ends up giving out. Heejin fights falling asleep then and there when Hyunjin pulls the blanket over them, wrapping her arms to pull her close. It doesn’t help that Hyunjin is comfortably warm and soothingly caressing her sides.

“Heekie?” Hyunjin calls.

“My love?” Heejin answers almost half asleep.

“You think it worked?”

At first Heejin had absolutely no idea what Hyunjin meant, everything from before blanking from her sleep filled mind. That’s until she feels her girlfriend’s slender fingers tracing over still sensitive lower stomach that it registers exactly what Hyunjin means. Heejin suppresses a shiver and slaps Hyunjin’s hand away.

“Stop being a perv.”

“It was just a question.”

“Go to sleep, now.”

“Okay.”

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Heejin can’t even look at Hyunjin sitting across the couch from her while Haseul stands in front of them. Saying she was embarrassed is an understatement, Heejin felt humiliated as the unnies all sat around them for a meeting Haseul had called. Hyunjin though seems to be proud and Jinsol who was the most conservative out of the others had subtly given her a high five for the reaction this had invoked from their leader. Of course they had been loud but that only seemed to be a minor issue.

“Do I have to give you two birds and the bees talk?” Haseul raises her eyebrows at them. “We practice safe sex around here! We do not need mini me’s running around, especially mini Hyunjin’s! One is enough.”

“What about mini Heejins?” Hyunjin jokes and the others around them stifle a laugh.

“Clearly you need to be neutered but the point is, be careful. I do not want to get a call from the manager asking which Plan B brand you would prefer.”

“Sorry unnie, we’ll be careful.”

“Okay good, we’re going out to dinner. We better not come back to any funny business on the couch—I'm looking at you Hyunjin.”

Once Haseul and the other unnies leave Hyunjin closes the distance between them.

“How many times do you think we can do it before they get back?”

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It had been a long evening that became an early night full of beer, yelling at athletes on the tv, and bottomless appetizers for $12.99. Tzuyu of course, who is the friend group's garbage disposal aside from Momo, took full advantage of the bottomless wings. Nayeon herself was guilty of settling for the mozzarella sticks through the entirety of the night to help balance out her intake of Tequila and whatever else the bar offered. The first to leave were Dahyun and Jihyo who were clearly trying to make leaving together discreet. There was obviously something going on between them and the hand holding under the table Sana had whispered to Nayeon about only further proved this theory.

Nayeon couldn’t say anything about that though because she goes home with Tzuyu right after. This is something to point out because Nayeon was always at her place to begin with. By always at her place she means that she had clothes at Tzuyu’s place but honestly everyone else in the group had clothes at each other’s places. Nayeon was different though, compared to everyone else she had an entire drawer and maybe there were more clothes that made their way into Tzuyu’s closet along with a couple pairs of shoes. Despite that the defining factor was not that half her wardrobe was there but the fact she had a toothbrush there and no one else in their friend group did—nor did their toothpaste specifically for sensitive teeth make it into Tzuyu’s grocery list.

Like Dahyun and Jihyo the others had their suspicions, mainly Jeongyeon who thinks Nayeon was being a bit too attached to Tzuyu lately. Nayeon just chose to ignore Jeongyeon’s amused stare and use the excuse that her roommate Jinsol had her girlfriend Jungeun over for the night at their shared townhouse so it was best she go home with Tzuyu to give them privacy. Of course her excuse would’ve worked better if Mina—Tzuyu’s roommate had left with them too but she decided to stay out longer and go clubbing with Jeongyeon, Sana, Momo, and Chaeyoung. So it ended up just being Nayeon and Tzuyu which got a snicker from Jeongyeon that thankfully Tzuyu was oblivious too.

Again Nayeon ignores the suspicious glances from their friends and goes home with a still oblivious Tzuyu. She tries not to think too much about it on the way there or while they fall into their night routine after hangouts that consist of showering and Tzuyu expertly blow drying Nayeon’s hair. It’s difficult not to think too much about the butterflies she gets because Tzuyu knows the exact heat and strength settings to use along with using her fingers and not a comb to keep Nayeon’s hair from tangling. Of course using a comb didn’t actually tangle her hair, Tzuyu just knew it was her preference because her fingers wouldn’t risk tugging at her locks. Again she tries to ignore the swirling thoughts in her mind.

It gets even harder when they end up on the couch watching TV because neither of them are tired yet. There Nayeon was—not in her own clothes that she had plenty of but in Tzuyu’s t-shirt. It was of course oversized due to their height difference, the hem falling just above her knees and the sleeves an inch above her elbows. Wearing Tzuyu’s shirt hadn’t been a choice she had made, Tzuyu absentmindedly handed it to her while grabbing pajamas for herself. Nayeon didn’t object and now she tries to ignore how they naturally lean against each other as they sit on the couch watching whatever movie Tzuyu had picked.

Nayeon isn’t actually watching the movie though, instead she admires how cute Tzuyu looks relaxed. She’s melted into the couch cushions with her dark droopy eyes trained on the television. Nayeon takes in this Tzuyu in an old t-shirt and some checkered pajama pants, one that seems to be the most at ease only in her presence. It’s in that moment of admiration Nayeon realizes exactly why she had been so attached to Tzuyu even though everything explained before made it more obvious than a flashing neon billboard. The revelations that her feelings were those kinds of feelings surprisingly didn’t scare her and she might just embrace that they don’t.

“Tzuyu.” Nayeon whispers, her heart hammering in her chest when Tzuyu slowly turns to look at her.

“Hmm?” Tzuyu tilts her head down to catch her gaze and Nayeon can’t get over how pretty she looks with the light from the TV illuminating her face.

There’s a sudden tension that grows in between them when their eyes meet, tension that Nayeon doesn’t expect. Tzuyu looks at Nayeon with the same intense gaze that she was giving her and it just feeds the already growing tension. All it takes is Tzuyu’s eyes flicking down to her lips and back up to her eyes for Nayeon to lean in. Nayeon’s relieved that Tzuyu kisses back, glad she wasn’t reading things wrong even though it was again obvious the feeling was mutual. From there it escalates into full on making out which turns more intense as Tzuyu pulls Nayeon on her lap.

They don’t pull apart for even a second, even as they simultaneously try to get rid of their bottoms without a second thought. Suddenly they’re clad in their underwear too caught up in each other to attempt completely stripping down. Nayeon might not seem like it but she was internally freaking out over how quick things escalated into them being close to what you could call dry humping. Tzuyu seems to restrain herself from moving too much and just goes along with what Nayeon initiated. Before it turns into them just dry humping, Tzuyu ends up being the one to separate from the kiss.

“Unnie, are you sure?” Tzuyu looks up at her reluctant to go further without confirmation she wanted it to and her eyes gave away how bad she wanted things to go further.

“I am, are you?” Nayeon shoots the question right back at her, still leaving a chance for them to take a step back if she wanted.

“I am.”

From there they transition straight into their desired need for an intimate connection. It happens with a bit of desperation when they fight with their underwear yet again too caught up in each other to actually take them off. Tzuyu slips herself through the slit of her briefs and lets Nayeon handle the rest from there. Nayeon’s insides burn as she guides Tzuyu in not really caring that she needed to adjust. She just moves from there and grinds on Tzuyu's lap without a second thought. She guesses that it could be her attraction but Nayeon swears it’s never felt this good before. It almost feels like it’s not enough, she wants more of Tzuyu and with a moan filled kiss she gives herself more.

Tzuyu had to have sensed her desperation because she started guiding Nayeon’s hips, pulling them down to push herself deeper inside. Nayeon moans having to grip onto Tzuyu’s shoulders to ground herself and not lose her rhythm already. Through the pleasure Nayeon finds Tzuyu’s lips again, loving how they quiver against her own every time she pulls away. She liked this Tzuyu a lot more than the others and she had seen many different sides of her. This Tzuyu still had droopy dark brown eyes but they struggled to stay open every time Nayeon pushed down against her and she didn’t want to be melted into the couch cushions unless Nayeon was pushed up against her.

This Tzuyu was more affectionate and expressive, she liked to touch and stare more than she liked to kiss. Not that Tzuyu seemed very opposed to kissing, she just seemed to like to pull away to stare up at Nayeon and admire her. If Nayeon would’ve known Tzuyu was like this she would have initiated this a long time ago. Nayeon decides not to think about the what ifs and cherish the fact they are here now. While it didn’t play out the way she thought it would in the rare times she had unconsciously daydream about it Nayeon was not at all complaining. Definitely not complaining now that she had the friend group’s most reserved friend staring up at her with glossy need filled eyes.

Nayeon was a bit surprised at how much Tzuyu was touching her even more so when those touches went from trying to be respectful to just full on groping. Tzuyu’s hands went from her hips, to her thighs, and then settled on her ass trying to pull Nayeon even further onto her length. She could barely fit Tzuyu inside to begin with but she felt the same with needing more—wanting more and wanting to be as close as possible. Tzuyu seems to slowly lose her reluctance and starts to get more lost in Nayeon that her kissing eventually turned into open mouth kisses and less-than-soft love bites that left marks across her neck.

Their love making just got more messy the longer it lasted which was longer than Nayeon had gone with anyone she’d been with. Nayeon took a while to reach her high she always had but from the start Tzuyu had her teetering on the edge of coming. She had been like that the entire time probably from being pent up and more because Nayeon was insanely attracted to Tzuyu. The eye contact was driving her insane, the fire in Tzuyu’s eyes making her feel wanted in a way she never had felt before. Instead of trying to prolong herself longer Nayeon starts to chase her high.

Her hands go from Tzuyu’s neck to gripping the back of the couch for much needed leverage. Tzuyu ends up sandwiched between her chest and the couch, ultimately giving in to what Nayeon needed immediately. She holds onto Nayeon’s hips but doesn’t guide them like before, letting her take complete control of the situation. All she does is raise her hips off the couch unintentionally hitting a sweet spot inside Nayeon that draws out a high pitched moan. Over and over again Nayeon bounces hitting the same spot.

“Does it feel good?” Tzuyu doesn’t ask in a mocking manner, she just looks like she’s enjoying Nayeon’s pleasure. “Sounds like it feels good, unnie.”

“God yes.” Nayeon can’t even think. “I’m so close.”

“Go on unnie, make yourself feel good.”

All it takes is the hungry look in Tzuyu’s eyes after her statement to make Nayeon come. Probably—no it is the hardest she has ever come that she almost blacks out. Nayeon’s body locks up as she soaks Tzuyu’s length, not able to even ride out the high which Tzuyu graciously does by carefully rolling her hips. Her carefulness is what keeps it from becoming overwhelming and Nayeon from passing out. Tzuyu just holds her as she tries to reel her soul back into her body which feels almost impossible. When Nayeon does finally grab her bearings she notices that Tzuyu hasn’t come herself but before she can mention it the sound of the front door unlocking stops her.

Nayeon freezes in her spot watching the door open with Jeongyeon and Mina walking in. If Nayeon being in Tzuyu’s lap wasn’t enough for them to pick up on what was going on then the look on her face surely did. The smile that creeps up on Jeongyeon’s face makes Nayeon turn red with embarrassment and Mina doesn’t help by looking impressed. Tzuyu cranes her neck back to see who was at the door, not at all embarrassed by their presence nor that they knew what was going on. She just smiles at both women while Nayeon is looking everywhere but at them.

“Nice.” Mina directs it towards Tzuyu who just smiles even more at her roommate's compliment.

“You owe me dinner baby.” Jeongyeon almost skips down the hall to Mina’s bedroom, her girlfriend rolling her eyes in return.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Mina follows Jeongyeon down the hallway leaving them in silence. It isn’t until Nayeon hears the door close that she relaxes and lets out a breath of relief. Nayeon knows she’s not going to hear the end of it from Jeongyeon or the others once they find out. When her eyes settle back on Tzuyu she’s already looking at her still smiling. While Tzuyu is smiling Nayeon can see how tense she is still not having reached her own release and was waiting for when she was going to get it.

“I need to come unnie.” Tzuyu breathes out her eyes fluttering and the chords in her neck straining.

“We should probably go to your room.” Nayeon’s mind starts to wander back to their friends but Tzuyu relents.

“Unnie please.”

The desperation on Tzuyu’s face is too cute for Nayeon to make her wait any longer so she lets up. Tzuyu moves the second Nayeon says it’s okay too, guiding her to lay down on the couch before her hips start moving again. Nayeon is caught off guard by the change in position but Tzuyu’s fast pace makes it hard for her to comment on it. It doesn’t even seem like Tzuyu even considers they might be heard because she gets too wrapped up in giving herself that final push over the edge. Or well Nayeon thinks so until Tzuyu suddenly stops.

“Unnie you have to be quiet.” Tzuyu says but it doesn’t really seem like she cares about being heard just considers that Nayeon does.

Nayeon bites her lip at her words, nodding in obedience which gets Tzuyu to start moving again. It really doesn’t take much more for Tzuyu to come herself and to Nayeon’s dismay she pulls out. Either way Nayeon eats up the way Tzuyu looks when she does come, her brows furrowed and lips parted as she tries to mask her own need to moan with heavy breathing. Her eyes are screwed while she rides out her high but they eventually flutter back open once it passes. Tzuyu leans down to kiss her and then pulls away with a smile.

“Let’s go get cleaned up.” Tzuyu says as if they didn’t just have sex on the couch or for the first time. “Do you want some water, unnie?”

“We’ll get back to that later, come on.” Nayeon gets up and her legs embarrassingly almost give out. “It’s just because I was doing the work before, my legs are tired.”

“Right.”

Tzuyu doesn’t say anything else and picks Nayeon up, carrying her to her bedroom. They clean up the mess between their legs and change into new clothes, Nayeon ending up in one of her oversized t-shirts again. Tzuyu’s aftercare being the best Nayeon has ever had (the sex too, especially the sex). She almost coddles Nayeon when it should be the other way around but that’s how Tzuyu was already. They eventually end up in bed with Nayeon cuddling on Tzuyu’s chest knowing it was now probably the best time for them to discuss what just happened.

“So has the feeling always been mutual?” Nayeon asks, wanting to confirm.

“Yeah I was just waiting for you to make a move.” Tzuyu admits casually as if she hadn’t just said that she knew Nayeon had been into her the entire time.

“Wait, you knew the entire time?! Why didn’t you make a move?!”

“Jeongyeon unnie told me you were in denial so I should just wait for you and Sana unnie agreed.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Yes it was.”

While it was embarrassing to learn she had been obvious, Nayeon still pats herself on the back for how they ended up because she made the move everyone had been waiting for. Of course she would’ve gone about it more romantically but their passionate lovemaking (Nayeon thinks so) made up for it anyways so it didn’t really matter. For now Nayeon just chooses to soak up Tzuyu’s affection in a way she never knew she had needed or wanted. Nayeon feels like her body melts into Tzuyu’s the second her slender fingers start running through her hair. The touch is gentle and enough to lull Nayeon off to sleep.

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When Nayeon wakes up the next morning she’s still tucked comfortably in Tzuyu’s neck while Tzuyu is splayed out like a starfish not bothered at all by Nayeon being on top of her. She doesn’t remember falling asleep but she did remember subconsciously feeling Tzuyu’s fingers still carding through her hair hours later into the night. While Nayeon would rather stay in bed all day wrapped up in Tzuyu’s warmth, she knows they have to get up. It takes a lot of self-convincing for Nayeon to eventually force herself to wake up Tzuyu.

When it was mentioned that it took a lot of convincing she means a lot. Nayeon couldn’t bring herself to wake Tzuyu from her slumber, she looked so peaceful. There was an extra softness to her features—more than the usual softer she carried around that Nayeon wanted to admire a little longer. Unfortunately it’s not as long as she’d like because Tzuyu stirs awake the moment Nayeon lifts her head off her chest. At least Nayeon didn’t have to do it herself and she was surprised Tzuyu had even felt her move because that girl slept like a rock.

“Where are you going?” Tzuyu’s voice is deep and scratchy, something else that gets added to the long list of things Nayeon finds attractive about her.

“Nowhere I was just going to wake you up. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, you looked so cute.” Nayeon allows herself to be pulled back into Tzuyu’s warm embrace.

“We should stay like this, it’s nice.”

“It is but we have to get up, we have plans today remember?”

“If I say I forgot, can we stay?”

“Nope. You know how Jihyo is about last minute cancellation—excluding when it’s an emergency.”

“Fine but let’s lay here for a little bit longer.”

“Just for a bit.”

Tzuyu graciously accepts the deal and pulls Nayeon back into her chest, both of them melting all over again into each other. Dealing with Jihyo’s wrath started to sound more appealing the longer Nayeon lay in Tzuyu’s arms because her warmth was just too good to be able to pass up. After a couple minutes of being cuddled up in Tzuyu’s chest Nayeon tilts her head up just to see Tzuyu is already looking at her. It’s a familiar moment that sends butterflies and other less than innocent feelings through her body. She leans up more for a kiss and Tzuyu meets her halfway without hesitation.

There’s still tension left from the night before so they easily get lost in it again. Nayeon’s mind goes blank the longer their kiss lasts and she almost gives into the idea of staying in bed all day. Almost then turns into Nayeon completely disregarding getting up. She lets Tzuyu switch their position to being on top of her, never once breaking the kiss. The change in position deepens the kiss and Tzuyu takes control of everything from there and Nayeon doesn’t mind it.

“I’m sure Jeongyeon unnie is still making breakfast.” Tzuyu pulls slightly away from the kiss, her statement a subtle hint. “It’ll take a while.”

“It will.” Nayeon knows what Tzuyu is implying. “We have to be quick.”

They’re kissing again and quickly pulling at their underwear to get it out the way. It feels like it isn’t fast enough with the desperation that fills Nayeon even though it doesn’t take more than thirty seconds and it was probably less than that. Tzuyu again slips herself through the slit of her briefs and pushes Nayeon’s panties to the side not wanting to waste too much time maneuvering out of them. She doesn’t have to do much at all really to get Nayeon wet because their messy kissing along with her intense attraction was enough to get the older woman going.

Any other time Nayeon would be embarrassed about how easily she gets riled up but Tzuyu was just—Tzuyu and the need for her had been pent up for too long. Now that it was out in the open there was no reason to be embarrassed about being needy when the feeling was mutual. Tzuyu was just as desperate as Nayeon. It was visible in her eyes and the shaking in her breath as she rubbed the underside of her cock against Nayeon’s growing wetness showed it. Nayeon was full all over again as Tzuyu guided herself inside, already wanting to moan from how good it felt.

Nayeon can’t help it and moans once Tzuyu is all the way inside but thankfully it isn’t loud enough to be heard. The slow jog of Tzuyu’s hips to help her adjust already feels so good things would probably go as quick as needed. Tzuyu captures her lips for a kiss silencing the loud groan Nayeon almost lets out when she starts moving her hips faster and her attentiveness is attractive (another thing added to the list). The way she kisses drives Nayeon insane, the dominance behind it and behind her thrusting shows yet another new side to Tzuyu. She pulls the comforter over them and leans down closer thus keeping the headboard of the bed from moving too much.

Their new closeness pushes Tzuyu as deep as she can go just like before but it isn’t enough. Nayeon wants her closer and does what she can for that closeness by pulling at the hem of Tzuyu’s shirt forcing the younger woman’s body to lay fully on top of her. Not surprisingly the lack of space doesn’t slow Tzuyu down as she continues thrusting using their closeness as leverage to drive her cock deep over and over. Each deep thrust makes Nayeon swallow back a moan and arch into Tzuyu as another way to express how good she felt.

Tzuyu suddenly kisses her deeper than before and Nayeon doesn’t realize it was to keep her quiet until she feels Tzuyu’s hand snake in between them. Her slender fingers find their way in between their bodies to circle Nayeon’s clit the second they find it. Their deep kiss suppresses a gasp from Nayeon and even more moans the faster Tzuyu’s fingers circle clit in time with her still rhythmic thrusting. It’s enough for Nayeon to come very quickly like before feeling her body weakly shudder under Tzuyu who continues to stimulate her clit until the aftershocks from her orgasm stop.

Once she knows Nayeon is satisfied, Tzuyu pulls out and jerks herself off, coming into her hand with a loud breath against her lips. Tzuyu was winded but not enough that she isn’t already doting on Nayeon with soft kisses along her face. When they both catch their breath Tzuyu reaches for a random shirt on the floor to wipe her hand before getting up to tend to Nayeon with the same doting aftercare that could’ve easily gotten her laid a second time that morning if Jeongyeon hadn’t banged on the door instead of knocking.

“Breakfast is ready! I am not dealing with Tzuyu being grumpy all day because she didn’t get her breakfast.” Jeongyeon shouts from the otherside of the door.

“I don’t get grumpy.” Tzuyu pouts knowing very well she in fact does get grumpy without breakfast.

“Yes you do baby.” Nayeon teases wanting to see her pout just a little bit longer

She drags Tzuyu out of bed with a playful smile and shares another kiss on the way down the hallway. In the kitchen Jeongyeon is already cooking breakfast with fresh coffee in the pot. Mina sits at the kitchen island reading the newspaper with coffee in her hand like an old grandpa. This routine wasn’t new to Nayeon and she often helped Mina with the crossword puzzle while Tzuyu patiently waited to read whatever comic they had for that day.

“Good morning unnie.” Tzuyu kisses Mina’s crown and sits down next to her with Nayeon following ensuite.

“Good morning sweetheart.” Mina hums, Jeongyeon stops mid bacon flip to turn towards them.

“How come I don’t get called sweetheart?”

“Because Tzuyu is sweet, you slap my ass asking if you can have a piece of cake.”

“Fair—speaking of Tzuyu, it’s about time you guys did something because the tension was getting kind of suffocating. Heard you all again this morning too! Good for you.”

Tzuyu just gives Jeongyeon a proud smile while Nayeon flips her off knowing it was just the start of the teasing. She does let up a bit when Nayeon explains how everything happened and finally admitting to her feelings about Tzuyu. Mina is very supportive, just not as vulgar about it as Jeongyeon is even though she admits to making a bet on whether or not they’d sleep together first. They enjoy breakfast together and head off to their respective rooms to get ready for plans—Nayeon manages to get another round in before they leave.

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shinee world iv: the fourth stage ♡ photobook © supernoona tm (do not edit or remove logo) (i / ii)

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Absolutely in love with that natzu fic. It was so sweet and cute and good. Cant wait to see more. Also very interested in dahyo 👀. Also also jeongyeon smacking minas ass and asking if she can have a piece of cake is hilarious and also weirdly hot 😵‍💫

aww thank you!!! i enjoyed writing it!! and i actually already started writing dahyo. unlike natzu where they kind of developed feelings and immediately got together dahyo have been pinning after each other for years. lmao jeongyeon’s comment is meant to be funny but there’s definitely truth to it

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It had been a long evening that became an early night full of beer, yelling at athletes on the tv, and bottomless appetizers for $12.99. Tzuyu of course, who is the friend group's garbage disposal aside from Momo, took full advantage of the bottomless wings. Nayeon herself was guilty of settling for the mozzarella sticks through the entirety of the night to help balance out her intake of Tequila and whatever else the bar offered. The first to leave were Dahyun and Jihyo who were clearly trying to make leaving together discreet. There was obviously something going on between them and the hand holding under the table Sana had whispered to Nayeon about only further proved this theory.

Nayeon couldn’t say anything about that though because she goes home with Tzuyu right after. This is something to point out because Nayeon was always at her place to begin with. By always at her place she means that she had clothes at Tzuyu’s place but honestly everyone else in the group had clothes at each other’s places. Nayeon was different though, compared to everyone else she had an entire drawer and maybe there were more clothes that made their way into Tzuyu’s closet along with a couple pairs of shoes. Despite that the defining factor was not that half her wardrobe was there but the fact she had a toothbrush there and no one else in their friend group did—nor did their toothpaste specifically for sensitive teeth make it into Tzuyu’s grocery list.

Like Dahyun and Jihyo the others had their suspicions, mainly Jeongyeon who thinks Nayeon was being a bit too attached to Tzuyu lately. Nayeon just chose to ignore Jeongyeon’s amused stare and use the excuse that her roommate Jinsol had her girlfriend Jungeun over for the night at their shared townhouse so it was best she go home with Tzuyu to give them privacy. Of course her excuse would’ve worked better if Mina—Tzuyu’s roommate had left with them too but she decided to stay out longer and go clubbing with Jeongyeon, Sana, Momo, and Chaeyoung. So it ended up just being Nayeon and Tzuyu which got a snicker from Jeongyeon that thankfully Tzuyu was oblivious too.

Again Nayeon ignores the suspicious glances from their friends and goes home with a still oblivious Tzuyu. She tries not to think too much about it on the way there or while they fall into their night routine after hangouts that consist of showering and Tzuyu expertly blow drying Nayeon’s hair. It’s difficult not to think too much about the butterflies she gets because Tzuyu knows the exact heat and strength settings to use along with using her fingers and not a comb to keep Nayeon’s hair from tangling. Of course using a comb didn’t actually tangle her hair, Tzuyu just knew it was her preference because her fingers wouldn’t risk tugging at her locks. Again she tries to ignore the swirling thoughts in her mind.

It gets even harder when they end up on the couch watching TV because neither of them are tired yet. There Nayeon was—not in her own clothes that she had plenty of but in Tzuyu’s t-shirt. It was of course oversized due to their height difference, the hem falling just above her knees and the sleeves an inch above her elbows. Wearing Tzuyu’s shirt hadn’t been a choice she had made, Tzuyu absentmindedly handed it to her while grabbing pajamas for herself. Nayeon didn’t object and now she tries to ignore how they naturally lean against each other as they sit on the couch watching whatever movie Tzuyu had picked.

Nayeon isn’t actually watching the movie though, instead she admires how cute Tzuyu looks relaxed. She’s melted into the couch cushions with her dark droopy eyes trained on the television. Nayeon takes in this Tzuyu in an old t-shirt and some checkered pajama pants, one that seems to be the most at ease only in her presence. It’s in that moment of admiration Nayeon realizes exactly why she had been so attached to Tzuyu even though everything explained before made it more obvious than a flashing neon billboard. The revelations that her feelings were those kinds of feelings surprisingly didn’t scare her and she might just embrace that they don’t.

“Tzuyu.” Nayeon whispers, her heart hammering in her chest when Tzuyu slowly turns to look at her.

“Hmm?” Tzuyu tilts her head down to catch her gaze and Nayeon can’t get over how pretty she looks with the light from the TV illuminating her face.

There’s a sudden tension that grows in between them when their eyes meet, tension that Nayeon doesn’t expect. Tzuyu looks at Nayeon with the same intense gaze that she was giving her and it just feeds the already growing tension. All it takes is Tzuyu’s eyes flicking down to her lips and back up to her eyes for Nayeon to lean in. Nayeon’s relieved that Tzuyu kisses back, glad she wasn’t reading things wrong even though it was again obvious the feeling was mutual. From there it escalates into full on making out which turns more intense as Tzuyu pulls Nayeon on her lap.

They don’t pull apart for even a second, even as they simultaneously try to get rid of their bottoms without a second thought. Suddenly they’re clad in their underwear too caught up in each other to attempt completely stripping down. Nayeon might not seem like it but she was internally freaking out over how quick things escalated into them being close to what you could call dry humping. Tzuyu seems to restrain herself from moving too much and just goes along with what Nayeon initiated. Before it turns into them just dry humping, Tzuyu ends up being the one to separate from the kiss.

“Unnie, are you sure?” Tzuyu looks up at her reluctant to go further without confirmation she wanted it to and her eyes gave away how bad she wanted things to go further.

“I am, are you?” Nayeon shoots the question right back at her, still leaving a chance for them to take a step back if she wanted.

“I am.”

From there they transition straight into their desired need for an intimate connection. It happens with a bit of desperation when they fight with their underwear yet again too caught up in each other to actually take them off. Tzuyu slips herself through the slit of her briefs and lets Nayeon handle the rest from there. Nayeon’s insides burn as she guides Tzuyu in not really caring that she needed to adjust. She just moves from there and grinds on Tzuyu's lap without a second thought. She guesses that it could be her attraction but Nayeon swears it’s never felt this good before. It almost feels like it’s not enough, she wants more of Tzuyu and with a moan filled kiss she gives herself more.

Tzuyu had to have sensed her desperation because she started guiding Nayeon’s hips, pulling them down to push herself deeper inside. Nayeon moans having to grip onto Tzuyu’s shoulders to ground herself and not lose her rhythm already. Through the pleasure Nayeon finds Tzuyu’s lips again, loving how they quiver against her own every time she pulls away. She liked this Tzuyu a lot more than the others and she had seen many different sides of her. This Tzuyu still had droopy dark brown eyes but they struggled to stay open every time Nayeon pushed down against her and she didn’t want to be melted into the couch cushions unless Nayeon was pushed up against her.

This Tzuyu was more affectionate and expressive, she liked to touch and stare more than she liked to kiss. Not that Tzuyu seemed very opposed to kissing, she just seemed to like to pull away to stare up at Nayeon and admire her. If Nayeon would’ve known Tzuyu was like this she would have initiated this a long time ago. Nayeon decides not to think about the what ifs and cherish the fact they are here now. While it didn’t play out the way she thought it would in the rare times she had unconsciously daydream about it Nayeon was not at all complaining. Definitely not complaining now that she had the friend group’s most reserved friend staring up at her with glossy need filled eyes.

Nayeon was a bit surprised at how much Tzuyu was touching her even more so when those touches went from trying to be respectful to just full on groping. Tzuyu’s hands went from her hips, to her thighs, and then settled on her ass trying to pull Nayeon even further onto her length. She could barely fit Tzuyu inside to begin with but she felt the same with needing more—wanting more and wanting to be as close as possible. Tzuyu seems to slowly lose her reluctance and starts to get more lost in Nayeon that her kissing eventually turned into open mouth kisses and less-than-soft love bites that left marks across her neck.

Their love making just got more messy the longer it lasted which was longer than Nayeon had gone with anyone she’d been with. Nayeon took a while to reach her high she always had but from the start Tzuyu had her teetering on the edge of coming. She had been like that the entire time probably from being pent up and more because Nayeon was insanely attracted to Tzuyu. The eye contact was driving her insane, the fire in Tzuyu’s eyes making her feel wanted in a way she never had felt before. Instead of trying to prolong herself longer Nayeon starts to chase her high.

Her hands go from Tzuyu’s neck to gripping the back of the couch for much needed leverage. Tzuyu ends up sandwiched between her chest and the couch, ultimately giving in to what Nayeon needed immediately. She holds onto Nayeon’s hips but doesn’t guide them like before, letting her take complete control of the situation. All she does is raise her hips off the couch unintentionally hitting a sweet spot inside Nayeon that draws out a high pitched moan. Over and over again Nayeon bounces hitting the same spot.

“Does it feel good?” Tzuyu doesn’t ask in a mocking manner, she just looks like she’s enjoying Nayeon’s pleasure. “Sounds like it feels good, unnie.”

“God yes.” Nayeon can’t even think. “I’m so close.”

“Go on unnie, make yourself feel good.”

All it takes is the hungry look in Tzuyu’s eyes after her statement to make Nayeon come. Probably—no it is the hardest she has ever come that she almost blacks out. Nayeon’s body locks up as she soaks Tzuyu’s length, not able to even ride out the high which Tzuyu graciously does by carefully rolling her hips. Her carefulness is what keeps it from becoming overwhelming and Nayeon from passing out. Tzuyu just holds her as she tries to reel her soul back into her body which feels almost impossible. When Nayeon does finally grab her bearings she notices that Tzuyu hasn’t come herself but before she can mention it the sound of the front door unlocking stops her.

Nayeon freezes in her spot watching the door open with Jeongyeon and Mina walking in. If Nayeon being in Tzuyu’s lap wasn’t enough for them to pick up on what was going on then the look on her face surely did. The smile that creeps up on Jeongyeon’s face makes Nayeon turn red with embarrassment and Mina doesn’t help by looking impressed. Tzuyu cranes her neck back to see who was at the door, not at all embarrassed by their presence nor that they knew what was going on. She just smiles at both women while Nayeon is looking everywhere but at them.

“Nice.” Mina directs it towards Tzuyu who just smiles even more at her roommate's compliment.

“You owe me dinner baby.” Jeongyeon almost skips down the hall to Mina’s bedroom, her girlfriend rolling her eyes in return.

“Yeah, yeah.”

Mina follows Jeongyeon down the hallway leaving them in silence. It isn’t until Nayeon hears the door close that she relaxes and lets out a breath of relief. Nayeon knows she’s not going to hear the end of it from Jeongyeon or the others once they find out. When her eyes settle back on Tzuyu she’s already looking at her still smiling. While Tzuyu is smiling Nayeon can see how tense she is still not having reached her own release and was waiting for when she was going to get it.

“I need to come unnie.” Tzuyu breathes out her eyes fluttering and the chords in her neck straining.

“We should probably go to your room.” Nayeon’s mind starts to wander back to their friends but Tzuyu relents.

“Unnie please.”

The desperation on Tzuyu’s face is too cute for Nayeon to make her wait any longer so she lets up. Tzuyu moves the second Nayeon says it’s okay too, guiding her to lay down on the couch before her hips start moving again. Nayeon is caught off guard by the change in position but Tzuyu’s fast pace makes it hard for her to comment on it. It doesn’t even seem like Tzuyu even considers they might be heard because she gets too wrapped up in giving herself that final push over the edge. Or well Nayeon thinks so until Tzuyu suddenly stops.

“Unnie you have to be quiet.” Tzuyu says but it doesn’t really seem like she cares about being heard just considers that Nayeon does.

Nayeon bites her lip at her words, nodding in obedience which gets Tzuyu to start moving again. It really doesn’t take much more for Tzuyu to come herself and to Nayeon’s dismay she pulls out. Either way Nayeon eats up the way Tzuyu looks when she does come, her brows furrowed and lips parted as she tries to mask her own need to moan with heavy breathing. Her eyes are screwed while she rides out her high but they eventually flutter back open once it passes. Tzuyu leans down to kiss her and then pulls away with a smile.

“Let’s go get cleaned up.” Tzuyu says as if they didn’t just have sex on the couch or for the first time. “Do you want some water, unnie?”

“We’ll get back to that later, come on.” Nayeon gets up and her legs embarrassingly almost give out. “It’s just because I was doing the work before, my legs are tired.”

“Right.”

Tzuyu doesn’t say anything else and picks Nayeon up, carrying her to her bedroom. They clean up the mess between their legs and change into new clothes, Nayeon ending up in one of her oversized t-shirts again. Tzuyu’s aftercare being the best Nayeon has ever had (the sex too, especially the sex). She almost coddles Nayeon when it should be the other way around but that’s how Tzuyu was already. They eventually end up in bed with Nayeon cuddling on Tzuyu’s chest knowing it was now probably the best time for them to discuss what just happened.

“So has the feeling always been mutual?” Nayeon asks, wanting to confirm.

“Yeah I was just waiting for you to make a move.” Tzuyu admits casually as if she hadn’t just said that she knew Nayeon had been into her the entire time.

“Wait, you knew the entire time?! Why didn’t you make a move?!”

“Jeongyeon unnie told me you were in denial so I should just wait for you and Sana unnie agreed.”

“Was it that obvious?”

“Yes it was.”

While it was embarrassing to learn she had been obvious, Nayeon still pats herself on the back for how they ended up because she made the move everyone had been waiting for. Of course she would’ve gone about it more romantically but their passionate lovemaking (Nayeon thinks so) made up for it anyways so it didn’t really matter. For now Nayeon just chooses to soak up Tzuyu’s affection in a way she never knew she had needed or wanted. Nayeon feels like her body melts into Tzuyu’s the second her slender fingers start running through her hair. The touch is gentle and enough to lull Nayeon off to sleep.

———

When Nayeon wakes up the next morning she’s still tucked comfortably in Tzuyu’s neck while Tzuyu is splayed out like a starfish not bothered at all by Nayeon being on top of her. She doesn’t remember falling asleep but she did remember subconsciously feeling Tzuyu’s fingers still carding through her hair hours later into the night. While Nayeon would rather stay in bed all day wrapped up in Tzuyu’s warmth, she knows they have to get up. It takes a lot of self-convincing for Nayeon to eventually force herself to wake up Tzuyu.

When it was mentioned that it took a lot of convincing she means a lot. Nayeon couldn’t bring herself to wake Tzuyu from her slumber, she looked so peaceful. There was an extra softness to her features—more than the usual softer she carried around that Nayeon wanted to admire a little longer. Unfortunately it’s not as long as she’d like because Tzuyu stirs awake the moment Nayeon lifts her head off her chest. At least Nayeon didn’t have to do it herself and she was surprised Tzuyu had even felt her move because that girl slept like a rock.

“Where are you going?” Tzuyu’s voice is deep and scratchy, something else that gets added to the long list of things Nayeon finds attractive about her.

“Nowhere I was just going to wake you up. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, you looked so cute.” Nayeon allows herself to be pulled back into Tzuyu’s warm embrace.

“We should stay like this, it’s nice.”

“It is but we have to get up, we have plans today remember?”

“If I say I forgot, can we stay?”

“Nope. You know how Jihyo is about last minute cancellation—excluding when it’s an emergency.”

“Fine but let’s lay here for a little bit longer.”

“Just for a bit.”

Tzuyu graciously accepts the deal and pulls Nayeon back into her chest, both of them melting all over again into each other. Dealing with Jihyo’s wrath started to sound more appealing the longer Nayeon lay in Tzuyu’s arms because her warmth was just too good to be able to pass up. After a couple minutes of being cuddled up in Tzuyu’s chest Nayeon tilts her head up just to see Tzuyu is already looking at her. It’s a familiar moment that sends butterflies and other less than innocent feelings through her body. She leans up more for a kiss and Tzuyu meets her halfway without hesitation.

There’s still tension left from the night before so they easily get lost in it again. Nayeon’s mind goes blank the longer their kiss lasts and she almost gives into the idea of staying in bed all day. Almost then turns into Nayeon completely disregarding getting up. She lets Tzuyu switch their position to being on top of her, never once breaking the kiss. The change in position deepens the kiss and Tzuyu takes control of everything from there and Nayeon doesn’t mind it.

“I’m sure Jeongyeon unnie is still making breakfast.” Tzuyu pulls slightly away from the kiss, her statement a subtle hint. “It’ll take a while.”

“It will.” Nayeon knows what Tzuyu is implying. “We have to be quick.”

They’re kissing again and quickly pulling at their underwear to get it out the way. It feels like it isn’t fast enough with the desperation that fills Nayeon even though it doesn’t take more than thirty seconds and it was probably less than that. Tzuyu again slips herself through the slit of her briefs and pushes Nayeon’s panties to the side not wanting to waste too much time maneuvering out of them. She doesn’t have to do much at all really to get Nayeon wet because their messy kissing along with her intense attraction was enough to get the older woman going.

Any other time Nayeon would be embarrassed about how easily she gets riled up but Tzuyu was just—Tzuyu and the need for her had been pent up for too long. Now that it was out in the open there was no reason to be embarrassed about being needy when the feeling was mutual. Tzuyu was just as desperate as Nayeon. It was visible in her eyes and the shaking in her breath as she rubbed the underside of her cock against Nayeon’s growing wetness showed it. Nayeon was full all over again as Tzuyu guided herself inside, already wanting to moan from how good it felt.

Nayeon can’t help it and moans once Tzuyu is all the way inside but thankfully it isn’t loud enough to be heard. The slow jog of Tzuyu’s hips to help her adjust already feels so good things would probably go as quick as needed. Tzuyu captures her lips for a kiss silencing the loud groan Nayeon almost lets out when she starts moving her hips faster and her attentiveness is attractive (another thing added to the list). The way she kisses drives Nayeon insane, the dominance behind it and behind her thrusting shows yet another new side to Tzuyu. She pulls the comforter over them and leans down closer thus keeping the headboard of the bed from moving too much.

Their new closeness pushes Tzuyu as deep as she can go just like before but it isn’t enough. Nayeon wants her closer and does what she can for that closeness by pulling at the hem of Tzuyu’s shirt forcing the younger woman’s body to lay fully on top of her. Not surprisingly the lack of space doesn’t slow Tzuyu down as she continues thrusting using their closeness as leverage to drive her cock deep over and over. Each deep thrust makes Nayeon swallow back a moan and arch into Tzuyu as another way to express how good she felt.

Tzuyu suddenly kisses her deeper than before and Nayeon doesn’t realize it was to keep her quiet until she feels Tzuyu’s hand snake in between them. Her slender fingers find their way in between their bodies to circle Nayeon’s clit the second they find it. Their deep kiss suppresses a gasp from Nayeon and even more moans the faster Tzuyu’s fingers circle clit in time with her still rhythmic thrusting. It’s enough for Nayeon to come very quickly like before feeling her body weakly shudder under Tzuyu who continues to stimulate her clit until the aftershocks from her orgasm stop.

Once she knows Nayeon is satisfied, Tzuyu pulls out and jerks herself off, coming into her hand with a loud breath against her lips. Tzuyu was winded but not enough that she isn’t already doting on Nayeon with soft kisses along her face. When they both catch their breath Tzuyu reaches for a random shirt on the floor to wipe her hand before getting up to tend to Nayeon with the same doting aftercare that could’ve easily gotten her laid a second time that morning if Jeongyeon hadn’t banged on the door instead of knocking.

“Breakfast is ready! I am not dealing with Tzuyu being grumpy all day because she didn’t get her breakfast.” Jeongyeon shouts from the otherside of the door.

“I don’t get grumpy.” Tzuyu pouts knowing very well she in fact does get grumpy without breakfast.

“Yes you do baby.” Nayeon teases wanting to see her pout just a little bit longer

She drags Tzuyu out of bed with a playful smile and shares another kiss on the way down the hallway. In the kitchen Jeongyeon is already cooking breakfast with fresh coffee in the pot. Mina sits at the kitchen island reading the newspaper with coffee in her hand like an old grandpa. This routine wasn’t new to Nayeon and she often helped Mina with the crossword puzzle while Tzuyu patiently waited to read whatever comic they had for that day.

“Good morning unnie.” Tzuyu kisses Mina’s crown and sits down next to her with Nayeon following ensuite.

“Good morning sweetheart.” Mina hums, Jeongyeon stops mid bacon flip to turn towards them.

“How come I don’t get called sweetheart?”

“Because Tzuyu is sweet, you slap my ass asking if you can have a piece of cake.”

“Fair—speaking of Tzuyu, it’s about time you guys did something because the tension was getting kind of suffocating. Heard you all again this morning too! Good for you.”

Tzuyu just gives Jeongyeon a proud smile while Nayeon flips her off knowing it was just the start of the teasing. She does let up a bit when Nayeon explains how everything happened and finally admitting to her feelings about Tzuyu. Mina is very supportive, just not as vulgar about it as Jeongyeon is even though she admits to making a bet on whether or not they’d sleep together first. They enjoy breakfast together and head off to their respective rooms to get ready for plans—Nayeon manages to get another round in before they leave.

#g!p #nsfw #natzu #might make them an au because i already started a second part #twice #nayeon #tzuyu

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new natzu fic getting posted later today

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Kiss it better; 2jin 6.4k words

Early morning till late noon practice for the group had left the dorms unusually quiet. Some walked in like zombies half-asleep and dispersed into various rooms to sleep while the remaining few were probably up to no good and just great at being quiet (Haseul and Vivi). Hyunjin, along with Sooyoung and Jinsol (she only lasted thirty minutes) didn’t fall into either category. Sooyoung and Hyunjin thought a good way to wind down after a laborious practice was to have their own silent tournament in the form of Smash Bros on Jinsol’s switch.

Much like the dorm, the living room was close to silent if you didn’t count their button smashing, Jinsol’s quiet snoring, and the low volume of the TV. Hyunjin knows she could be having some much needed cuddle time with Heejin but her girlfriend was a light sleeper and Hyunjin would’ve just been restless the entire time. Thankfully Heejin didn’t put up a fight and rolled over to go right back to sleep. Sooyoung seemed to be in the same situation except Jinsol could sleep anywhere and through anything so she was sleeping perfectly fine with her head on Sooyoung’s lap.

Hyunjin’s eyes had already started to burn from glaring at the screen so long, they had to have been playing for almost two hours already with no breaks at all. She was determined to beat Sooyoung because the older girl had been quietly talking shit the entire time and Hyunjin was not going to get beat by someone who calls their girlfriend ‘my little glub glub’. They were tied 2-2 and whoever won this next round would be treated to dinner by the loser for the next week. Not surprisingly Hyunjin wins earning herself those free meals.

“I should’ve won that.” Sooyoung doesn’t toss the controller like she wants to and sets it down gently off to the side not wanting to disturb her girlfriend from sleep. “That was so close.”

“Not close enough because now you owe me dinner. The deal starts tomorrow though. I promised Heejin that after her nap we’d go to dinner or something.” Hyunjin turns towards the kitchen when she hears rustling only to see the very person she had just mentioned and had definitely been missing.

“Well speak of the devil, look who’s up.”

In the kitchen Heejin rummages through the fridge until she pulls out a pitcher of juice and pours herself a glass. She looks adorable, wearing one of Hyunjin’s oversized shirts with her hair a bit messy and eyes still half closed. Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate to abandon Sooyoung on the couch to go greet her cute half-asleep girlfriend. Heejin doesn’t acknowledge her at first, Hyunjin grabbing her attention when she wraps her up into a gentle back hug. The second Heejin realizes it’s Hyunjin she aggressively shrugs out of the taller girl’s hold and pushes her away with what seems to be all her strength (To Hyunjin it’s merely a nudge).

“What are you doing?!” Heejin crosses her arms over her chest glaring angrily up at her.

“I was just saying hi.” Hyunjin replies wearily, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Well don’t. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“W-What did I do?!”

Heejin grabs her cup of juice and storms out of the kitchen without an answer leaving Hyunjin dumbfounded. She stands there completely caught off guard by the sudden attitude. If it wasn’t obvious enough something clearly had happened. Heejin had never been to type to wake up grumpy, she was usually just clingy until the sleep wore off. If she was grumpy it never manifested into an attitude and it was never directed towards Hyunjin. So she had to have seriously pissed Heejin off if she was acting like this. The problem is that Hyunjin has no idea what the fuck she had possibly done for Heejin to be so upset.

“What the hell did you do?” Sooyoung looked just as taken back as Hyunjin was.

“I have no idea.” Hyunjin scratches the back of her neck. “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Thanks unnie, really.”

She rolls her eyes at Sooyoung and trudges down the hallway toward the bedroom. Hyunjin stops in front of the door for a moment just to prepare herself for what was to come. It wasn’t quite often that Heejin acted like this, if she did it had to be because she had no more patience but Hyunjin was very rarely on the receiving end. Like extremely rare to be in the line of fire when Heejin was upset. If Heejin was angry, upset, sad, or tired she always went to Hyunjin to feel better. Whatever the issue was Hyunjin hoped that this was just Heejin being grumpy and in need of attention.

After a good thirty seconds of telling herself to not somehow make things worse she finally gathers courage to enter the room. The preparation to face her girlfriend’s wrath is completely thrown out the window when she’s met with the sound of crying instead. Heejin sits on the left side of the bed, head in her hands trying to muffle her cries while Hyunjin is on the edge of panicking. Hyunjin is now more concerned than she is scared, cautiously making her way onto the bed to (hopefully) be allowed to comfort her.

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” Hyunjin is relieved that Heejin doesn’t shy away from her touch but she still refuses to give an answer with the shake of her head. “I’m sorry if I upset you somehow.”

Still she gets no response from the other girl, so instead of insisting on getting an explanation Hyunjin chooses to give her space. Or well she had assumed that's what Heejin wanted. Initially Hyunjin was going to scoot over to her side of the bed but the second she tried to move Heejin was clambering into her lap to keep her from doing so. Her arms wrapped tightly around Hyunjin’s shoulders, keeping her from doing anything other than accept the death grip she had been trapped in. Though worry was eating at Hyunjin about what had upset Heejin she still doesn’t push her to talk.

Soon Heejin’s cries subside into tiny sniffles and her tight hold on Hyunjin loosens into a more gentle hug. Hyunjin doesn’t stop rubbing comforting circles on her back which ends up getting rid of the tension that had still remained despite Heejin calming down. Then it’s all gone and Heejin has completely melted into Hyunjin's hold, face hidden in the crook of her neck wanting to be as close as she possibly could. Brushing some hair out of her face Hyunjin kisses Heejin’s neck and with a bit of trouble pulls away enough that she can look at her girlfriend.

“What happened?” Hyunjin cups her cheeks and takes a good look at how cute Heejin looks after she’s finished crying.

“No it’s just…i-it’s stupid. I’m just being sensitive.” Heejin looks away from her, now seemingly embarrassed to talk about the reason she had been upset.

“It’s not stupid if you were crying, there’s also nothing wrong with being sensitive either.”

“I-I had a dream that you cheated on me with some girl that you knew from school.”

Hyunjin is glad that Heejin is looking away from her because the way she was fighting back a laugh would’ve made things worse. Now Hyunjin wasn’t necessarily laughing at Heejin. It was more at the kind of reaction this dream had caused, Hyunjin had never seen Heejin be openly jealous and now that she had something about it was absolutely amusing. Not only was it amusing but god did it make Heejin so much more adorable than she already was at this very moment. Though Hyunjin’s first instinct was to tease she decided to save it for later due to the fact it had upset her girlfriend.

“Baby I would never cheat on you.” Hyunjin grits out trying hard not to chuckle at the way Heejin pathetically shrugged her shoulders. It was as if she wasn’t believing a word Hyunjin was saying. “Heejin-ah come on don’t be like that.”

“What if it’s a sign!” Heejin crosses her arms over her chest.

“I would never do that to you.” Hyunjin turns Heejin’s head to face her once again. “Forgive me?”

Heejin looks away from Hyunjin again pouting with a fresh set of tears fighting to not be shed. Hyunjin thinks she’s so cute and can’t help but kiss her pout away along with the tears that do end up falling. With a gentle hand Hyunjin wipes all the tears and continues to pepper kisses along Heejin’s face until her girlfriend finally gives in and allows a proper kiss on the lips. The kiss was supposed to be quick, Heejin was going to go back to being pouty but Hyunjin always knew the right thing to do when it came to things like this—something Heejin loved and hated.

“You’d never leave me?” Heejin’s watery eyes stare down at Hyunjin for more assurance.

“I’d never leave you baby. No more crying okay?” Hyunjin kisses her again and again until Heejin no longer resists them. “Let me make it better.”

Those words are nothing but a whisper against Heejin’s jaw, which is all it takes for her to completely give in. Heejin understood what making it better meant. The phrase had one meaning when it came from Hyunjin and Heejin didn’t mind what it entailed after it was said. It was the best form of comfort for situations like this and of course Hyunjin knew that. Hence the making it better—Hyunjin knew exactly what she was doing uttering those words to a sensitive Heejin. There was no way now that Heejin could find the slightest part of herself to deny Hyunjin even with the fleeting distasteful thoughts in her mind of her girlfriend cheating.

Hyunjin doesn’t let her mind wander any farther, wiping the thoughts clean from Heejin’s mind with a rough attention garnering grip on the smaller girl’s waist. It’s a silent demand—a simple pay attention and Heejin doesn’t know why it’s enough to make her instantly comply. Or maybe she does but she wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that this gentle form of dominance is enough for Heejin to let Hyunjin do as she pleases. The grip on her waist tightens, Hyunjin pulling Heejin higher up onto her lap so now they’re flush against each other.

Then come the tickling yet firm kisses against her neck that make Heejin instinctively tilt her head back for more. Of course Hyunjin knew all too well what would have Heejin like putty in her hands, which is why there was no hesitation to place a much more firm kiss to the spot in the middle of her throat that for some reason was extremely sensitive. The second Hyunjin adds the right amount of pressure with her lips against Heejin’s throat; there's a moan that immediately follows the action. Heejin gets caught up in the kisses, the sounds she makes at the pressure on her throat small but enough for Hyunjin to know she can go further.

Without missing a beat Hyunjin carefully flips Heejin onto her back so that she’s perched comfortably against the pillows, she does it without her lips ever leaving her girlfriend’s neck. Heejin moans again, her hands tangling into Hyunjin’s hair urging her to keep kissing her most sensitive spot and getting completely worked up just from that. She’s disappointed when Hyunjin moves on from the spot trailing kisses back up her neck to land on her lips again. Their kisses slowly gain intensity that they end up a mess of lips kissing until they’re pulling away in need of air

“Hi.” Hyunjin greets breathlessly, pulling away to where Heejin can see her face now covered in faint blush which was a familiar indicator of need.

“Hi.” Heejin responds once she catches her breath and doesn’t hesitate to lean up to initiate another, more intense kiss that urges Hyunjin’s hands to start caressing. m

Hyunjin’s hands wandered far past her waist, stopping multiple times to trace her fingers over Heejin’s clothed skin as they made their way farther down to her thighs. She slid her hands underneath the shirt that covered most of Heejin’s thighs, sliding the fabric up until all of her porcelain skin was on display. Hyunjin finds that Heejin didn’t bother to put shorts on and simply used her shirt as a form of coverage for her underwear-clad lower half. Her hands rested on Heejin’s upper thighs, fingertips close to slipping underneath the thin fabric that covered where she was wanted most.

“Is this okay?” Hyunjin asked just to be sure Heejin was actually up for going farther.

“Yes, touch me please.” Heejin lifts her hips making it easy for Hyunjin to slip her panties off and set them somewhere to the side. “You said you’d make it better.”

“I will.”

Heejin’s breath hitches when Hyunjin runs her fingers through her folds, the touch evoking a reaction—more wetness seeping onto said fingers. Hyunjin doesn’t tease again after that, instead adjusting her position so that her face is in between Heejin’s slick covered thighs. She kisses up her inner thighs until her face is close enough that Heejin shivers, feeling Hyunjin’s hot breath against her center. First she gives an experimental swipe of her tongue through the dripping wetness just to see how Heejin would respond and the loud moan that she releases is why Hyunjin dives in tongue first.

It’s all tongue that Heejin isn’t ready for, immediately clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle a loud moan when Hyunjin’s tongue sinks inside her. Hyunjin thrust her tongue in and out slowly only to speed it up trying to extend it as far as it could possibly go inside Heejin. Just because she wanted to get Heejin to squirm Hyunjin suddenly starts moving her tongue in different directions causing Heejin to almost arch her hips off the bed still struggling to muffle her moans at the sudden change in the way her girlfriend moved her tongue.

The thing is that’s only half of what Hyunjin was planning to do. She wanted to stimulate Heejin until she was whining for Hyunjin to touch a specific place that had been currently pulsing in front of her eyes. As soon as Heejin’s fingers tangled into her hair with a string of moans and jolting of her hips, Hyunjin knew everything was going exactly as she wanted. To drive Heejin crazier, Hyunjin buried her face deeper in between her thighs keeping up her rapid pace before deciding Heejin was worked up enough for her to adjust and slip a finger in.

Immediately Hyunjin feels Heejin’s walls contract around her finger the second it's deep enough to stimulate. Heejin lets out another loud moan, her hips lifting off the mattress yet again, but Hyunjin just continues. Her mouth now occupies itself with wrapping around Heejin’s throbbing clit to suckle on it causing a jolt of pleasure through Heejin. After a while one finger becomes two that relentlessly pump in and out, curling each time they bottom out close to bringing Heejin closer to the pleasure Hyunjin had wordlessly promised her.

What she wasn’t ready for was Hyunjin to add a third finger which made her understand that Hyunjin was not just pleasuring her but preparing her. Heejin already felt like she was going to combust, knowing there was more to come drove her faster towards the edge. She honestly wasn’t sure if she’d be able to recover for more with how good Hyunjin was sucking at her clit and curling her fingers clearly in search of her sweet spot. When she finds it she shows no mercy hitting it over and over again whilst being rougher with her stimulation towards Heejin’s clit.

Heejin’s thighs twitch once, twice, and then they’re tightening around Hyunjin’s head leaving her with no choice but to make Heejin come fast enough that she doesn’t suffocate. Hyunjin thrust and curled her fingers feeling wetness pool into her hand followed by a (muffled due to Heejin’s thighs) choked moan from above her. Around her fingers Heejin’s walls fluttered rapidly as she continued to massage that same spot, Heejin tensing up more than she already was, desperate to ride out the rest of her high.

Thankfully Heejin’s high doesn’t last much longer and her body relaxes back into the mattress. Most importantly her thighs release Hyunjin from their death trap allowing her to come up for some air. Her head doesn’t stay up for more than a couple seconds, Hyunjin leaning back down to kiss Heejin’s shaking inner thighs. Heejin jolts, feeling sensitive to even the smallest of kisses and lightly pushes Hyunjin's head away to get her to stop. This is when Hyunjin finally lifts her head enough that Heejin can see the wetness smeared around her mouth and cheeks.

The rest of Hyunjin’s face is noticeably more red than before, her eyes a dark brown with blown pupils and her lips slightly parted as if she was still trying to catch her breath. Hyunjin holds their eye contact as she licks her lips and around them to clean the wetness off, a grin forming on her face when Heejin shyly looks away.

“You’re cute you know that?” Hyunjin’s gentle voice is now covered up with a rough rasp. “Even when you almost suffocate me.”

“Sorry…” Heejin giggles at her girlfriend who can see she is clearly not at all sorry.

“You don’t look sorry. It’s fine though, I think being suffocated by your thighs is the boss way to go out.“

“You’re an idiot.”

“I'm your idiot.”

“You weren’t in my dream.”

“Oh my god.”

Heejin was clearly joking but Hyunjin can tell by the pout on her lips that she was still bothered by it. She ignores her own uncomfortable arousal a little bit longer in favor of cleaning her face up to properly smother Heejin in loving kisses. Her pouty resolve disappears immediately to accept the apologetic kisses (she’s not actually as bothered as before she just loves extra kisses). Hyunjin continues to kiss all over her face, leaving some on her forehead, a few on her nose, and a final one on her lips that flips the playful mood right back to the intense one from before. Easily Hyunjin’s tongue slips into Heejin’s mouth eliciting a whimper and for her to lean up chasing more.

There’s still the lingering taste of herself on Hyunjin’s tongue that sends Heejin spiraling back into neediness. She wants the more Hyunjin had been preparing her for and she wants it now. Heejin slides her arms around Hyunjin’s neck pulling her head closer for a deeper kiss and then does the same with her legs around the taller girl’s hips. The second Hyunjin’s body slightly falls on top of her Heejin immediately feels the hard arousal against her.

“Hyun please.” Heejin can’t take it anymore and breaks the kiss without any shame to beg (she didn’t have to). “I want it please.”

“Don’t worry baby, I wasn’t done making it better.” Hyunjin doesn’t even sound like Hyunjin anymore as she breaks from her grip. “Take your shirt off.”

Instantly Heejin obliges, sliding the shirt off her body while Hyunjin does the same with her own. Heejin now lays there completely bare watching as Hyunjin pulls her shorts down, her arousal only slightly visible due to the thick material. When that’s gone everything is there to see straining against the poor thin fabric of her underwear. The tip peeking out from above the waistband that was slightly wet seemingly with traces of—

“Sorry…eating you out really turns me on.” She clears her throat clearly embarrassed by the remnants of her previous orgasm.

“It’s okay.” Heejin doesn’t mind it one bit, a smile tracing her lips. “It’s cute that you enjoy it as much as I do.”

“It’s hard not to—pun not intended.”

“Seriously Hyunjin?”

“I was trying to make you laugh and it worked!”

“Come here already!”

Hyunjin giggles uncontrollably at this point, mostly from being proud of her pun. Her giggles only make Heejin laugh until they’re both sitting there laughing. Their laughter subsides once Hyunjin manages to stop laughing long enough to move her position and hover Heejin, tension suddenly filling the air at the blissful expressions they see on each other’s faces. They’re both still smiling even as Hyunjin leans down to kiss Heejin, it remains in between each kiss and doesn’t leave until the tension overcomes the once playful atmosphere yet again.

There’s not another moment wasted from there, Hyunjin kissing her one last time on the lips before pulling back to kick off her bottoms the rest of the way. Heejin shivers to herself at the sight of Hyunjin cock on full display, it looks heavy despite its standing position and there’s precum beading—leaking from the tip from prolonged arousal. Any other time when she’s impatient Heejin would’ve already wrapped her hand around it because much like Hyunjin she loved to please and feel prideful at the fact that she knew which ways to move her hand to bring the latter over the edge quickly. Instead, Heejin waits.

Hyunjin repositions herself in between Heejin’s thighs and places them over her own. This minimizes the space between them so that now Heejin can feel part of Hyunjin’s member heavy against her inner thigh. Her stomach tightens, heat spreading through her body in anticipation when Hyunjin adjusts again and the thick hardness slides down her center. In the process of its adjustment Hyunjin’s cock covers itself with Heejin’s wetness mixing with the precum that was now dribbling out of the head in almost a stream. The warm tip presses against her entrance which makes Heejin spread her thighs more welcoming Hyunjin to connect them in the most intimate way she knew how.

“I’ll be careful.” Hyunjin rasps and reaches between them to pump herself a couple times to spread their mixed wetness.

“I trust you.” Heejin finds Hyunjin’s free hand and interlaces their fingers together. “Go ahead.”

At Heejin’s assurance Hyunjin aligns herself with her opening and slowly pushes in. Just like she said, Hyunjin is careful sliding her thickness into Heejin allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. Every time Heejin’s hand squeezes her own, she stops, patiently waiting to continue because the last thing she wanted was to accidentally hurt Heejin. They had done this many times before and every time it was still the same routine of Hyunjin trying to ease herself in due to the fact she was nowhere near small nor close to average.

“Relax.”

There’s a husk to Hyunjin’s voice that makes Heejin shiver with a need to invite all of her in. Inch by inch Heejin does until Hyunjin has disappeared completely inside her. Their hips flush together just the way Heejin likes and if things were different she wouldn’t allow an inch of Hyunjin to escape from inside her. Heejin’s walls forced themselves to adjust quickly to the familiar intrusion, contracting tightly around Hyunjin practically begging her to move her hips. Hyunjin scans over Heejin’s face to see for any discomfort only to be met with a hazy expression and want filled eyes waiting for her to do whatever she pleases.

“Does it feel okay?” Hyunjin questions, her hands rubbing Heejin’s sides affectionately.

“It feels good.” Heejin squirms, clearly impatient and wanting her to move but who was Hyunjin if she didn’t tease?

“What feels good?”

Heejin’s eyes flick up to hers knowing already what Hyunjin was wanting but refusing to give her the satisfaction of teasing. Hyunjin stares down at her for a moment waiting for an answer, when Heejin doesn’t give her one she decides to further her teasing. She starts jogging her hips giving lazy half-thrust that immediately dissolve Heejin’s resistance to her teasing. Then she goes from lazy half thrust to full ones that cause Heejin to place her hand on her stomach, nails digging into the skin showing she wasn’t ready for the sudden change in pace—but not opposed to it with the way she moans.

“What feels good?” She asks again, still not letting up on the teasing.

“Y-You feel good.” Heejin finally admits with her eyes screwed shut, completely defeated by Hyunjin’s deep thrusting.

“Hmm? I ‘feel good’? You have to be more specific, my love.”

“Y-You feel good—inside me.”

Hyunjin responds with a breathy yeah? that is for some reason extremely attractive to Heejin in her arousal filled mind. She loves when Hyunjin sounds breathless the way she is now, how she sounds almost mindless just from this already. Heejin shouldn’t be saying anything to begin with, she was already close to being a mess with Hyunjin's slow building pace. The way Hyunjin looks at her, touches her, everything that she’s doing now makes her forget why she had been upset in the first place. Any insecurity she had felt before was gone without the possibility of ever coming back.

She finds herself choking on a breath, her attention turning back from the small moment it had wandered off to Hyunjin suddenly bottoming out a lot deeper than before. A cracked moan is silenced by soft lips against her own, Hyunjin’s abnormal body heat now engulfing her as Hyunjin closes the space that had been between them so that they’re chest to chest. Heejin tries to kiss back only for Hyunjin to make it impossible for her to do so when her hips start grinding into her faster, clearly desperate to go deeper. All Heejin can manage to do is wrap her legs around her lover’s strong waist and successfully (thankfully) muffle the incoming moans into her neck.

It sets her body on fire hearing Hyunjin’s breath against her ear along with the groans she fights to muffle. Heejin can feel the sheets bunched up under her where Hyunjin holds onto them to hold herself up enough to keep moving her hips. Neither knew where the sudden desperation had come from but it had been a while since they’ve been able to do anything without the fear of getting interrupted. And Hyunjin was going to take advantage of it the most she possibly can even if it meant they’d get scolded later for being loud. Clearly Hyunjin didn’t care with the way she drilled harder into Heejin with each passing moment.

“You look so cute.” Hyunjin admits breathlessly in Heejin’s ear. “So pretty, all this just for me?”

Heejin can’t help but moan, her breath picking up, legs tightening around Hyunjin’s waist at the compliments. They were such a simple gesture, merely praises but coming from Hyunjin who meant everything she said just gave them a much deeper meaning. It was different coming from a breathless Hyunjin because she really meant it and as always she knew exactly what she was doing. The glint in her eyes as she took in Heejin’s reaction to the praises was only going to make her do it more because she knew Heejin was a sucker for them more specifically from her.

“God Heejin, you feel so fucking good.” Hyunjin pulls at the sheets under her again. “Only you can make me feel this good, you know that baby?”

Hyunjin takes in her reaction again, this time it’s bigger than the last one and it was almost enough to send her over the edge. Heejin’s face turns red, her eyes screwing shut, her nails digging into the skin of Hyunjin’s shoulders. She desperately pulls Hyunjin closer, holding onto her tighter, nails digging deeper into the delicate skin with each praise that Hyunjin continues to whisper (moan) in her ear. The praises don’t end with how she satisfies Hyunjin but how pretty Heejin looks taking her so deep and so well it makes her orgasm build up before exploding without warning.

She soaks Hyunjin’s length, her body tensing and nails dragging down the strong back painfully deep. Hyunjin’s name comes out in a desperate chant as she moans throatily with her hips lifting to keep riding the high from her climax. While she comes hard and still tries to wind down from it Hyunjin’s gentle nature disappears and she all but pounds into Heejin to chase her own need. Hyunjin does this while whining Heejin’s name pathetically into her neck and the sound is enough to make another orgasm build up.

Another one hits her when Hyunjin suddenly pulls out to thrust a couple times against her before she shoots all over Heejin’s lower half. Hyunjin moans with her thrusting coming to a stop while her chest heaves trying to suck in lungfuls of air. Heejin catches her breath quicker than Hyunjin does and comfortingly brings her girlfriend’s shaking hand that had been gripping on her thigh up her lips for a gentle kiss. Though she’s still breathless Hyunjin smiles leaning her head down to kiss Heejin’s neck but this is with intent to get her bothered again and Heejin isn’t sure she can keep up with her girlfriend’s fast recovery.

The kisses get rougher and Hyunjin sits up slightly again, her erection growing against Heejin’s thigh as she starts grinding. Heejin takes it upon herself to reach between them and jerk her girlfriend to full hardness. Hyunjin grinds into Heejin’s fist with a groan despite the fact it’s barely able to accommodate her to begin with. Eventually Hyunjin replaces Heejin’s hand with her own and guides herself back into the already tightening walls. She parts Heejin’s thighs with her hands and there back to the same place they were before.

Except this time they start out desperate and needy instead of building up to it like they had before. It’s in Hyunjin’s breathing, her chest shaking with each inhale and exhale and then in her hips that stutter every time she bottoms out. It’s in Heejin’s touch, her hands running over Hyunjin’s back up to the back of her neck to tug on her hair, it’s in her voice that quivers every time Hyunjin forces her hips back down onto the mattress when they lift. They show it in their kisses that are barely even kisses because they can’t manage to keep doing it without pulling away to moan.

Hyunjin just grips at Heejin’s hips harder, almost bruising the closer she gets. She angles her hips up, hitting a sweet spot in Heejin that makes the girl’s entire body shake. Heejin sees white after a couple more rough and angled thrust, a moan that everyone else probably heard vibrates through her chest and Hyunjin swears her back was probably bleeding. Her thrusting continues just like before sounding wet with Heejin’s release and it’s the final push she needs to come herself. Heejin grounds herself enough to lock her legs around Hyunjin’s waist to prevent her from pulling out.

“Trying to make sure everyone knows I'm yours?” Hyunjin husks with a panting breath. “Is that why you looked disappointed when I pulled out? Just say the word and I won’t, claim me.”

“Stay.” Heejin pulls her closer, legs tightening around her waist. “Please Hyunjin, I want it so bad.”

Heejin wants to replay this moment over and over again. Her begging seems to do it for Hyunjin, she moans, she really moans so prettily above Heejin she could come again just from it. She feels Hyunjin’s muscles tensing under her touch, wanting to kiss her parted lips that let out a string of whiney curses. Warmth fills her and Hyunjin’s hold on her is so tight that it leaves marks that’ll probably be there for days. Heejin doesn’t mind it though, she likes Hyunjin like this—she likes her being needy. It was only a few more thrust and shaky breaths that Hyunjin came to a stop.

She pulls out but she’s still standing tall as she does so, Heejin senses that Hyunjin is far from done. Could she possibly handle another round? No probably not but Heejin feels her body fill with need all over again when Hyunjin looks at her after recovering in the few seconds she was debating if she was okay with not being able to walk later. Heejin had already made her choice but it was solidified when Hyunjin rolled her over onto her stomach without a word.

In the next moment Hyunjin’s soft touches turned possessive as if finishing inside wasn’t proof enough. Which Heejin would’ve joked about if Hyunjin wasn’t already sheathing herself back in. Hyunjin seemed to like the idea of being claimed a lot more than Heejin initially thought. The new position makes Hyunjin hit a whole new angle, reaching a depth inside Heejin she hadn’t before. Of course Heejin lets her do as she pleases because it wasn’t often that Hyunjin got worked up like this.

At first Heejin had the willpower to hold herself up for just a second before the position on her hands and knees melted back into the mattress. She just held onto the bunched up comforter with her face in the pillow which didn’t last longer than the amount of time she managed to hold herself up. Hyunjin liked closeness, whether it was cuddling, hugging, just standing beside each other, she just liked having Heejin near and it showed the most during sex.

Once Heejin was pressed into the mattress Hyunjin’s body just followed, her chest against her back while her position sitting up on her knees seemed to be enough to keep the pace going. Heejin bunches up the comforter in her hand which Hyunjin immediately replaced with her own so that they’re even closer with Hyunjin’s (desperate) panting in Heejin’s ear. Hyunjin tilts her head down to kiss along Heejin’s shoulder before suckling lightly and then biting into the slightly marked skin.

There was a protest in Heejin’s throat, no marks is what she had wanted to say but really couldn’t bring herself to. Because of course Heejin liked how it showed she was Hyunjin’s and while she wanted to do the same to her girlfriend it was enough to sate the jealousy that had gotten them here in the first place. Hyunjin’s leaves bites and hickeys all over Heejin’s shoulder, moving her hips faster every time Heejin moans when she bites particularly hard. Heejin couldn’t last much longer, she didn’t need more than a push to come again.

“I love you.” Hyunjin starts thrusting harder.

“I—.” Heejin attempts but Hyunjin purposefully makes it difficult.

“Say it.”

“I-I love you—god Hyunjin.”

Heejin lets out a choked gasp, her face burying into the pillow as Hyunjin sits back to fuck her harder. She didn’t bother to control her moans, some of which were muffled while the others were loud when Hyunjin hit a particular spot inside her that sent chills throughout her body. There’s a mantra of don’t stop and cut up moans that sound like the syllables of Hyunjin’s name. Hyunjin doesn’t slow down, seemingly lost in the pleasure, Heejin swears she can hear her mutter mine under her breath while being a mix between desperate and possessive.

Hyunjin’s thrust starts speeding up, more of a rapid thrusting instead of the way she prolongs them with her usual fast pace. Well it’s rapid and sloppy thrusts that still gives Heejin exactly what she needs. Heejin feels her twitch—throb even with the need to release. Hyunjin pulls her close again, lifting Heejin’s hips off the bed while the rest of her body can’t hold itself up without some kind of support. Over the sound of her own moans, Heejin can hear the way Hyunjin does nothing but curse and whine, pulling at her hips as if it wasn’t enough.

It’s sudden, without warning when Hyunjin empties into her, sending Heejin spiraling into the last orgasm her body could muster up. For a moment Heejin’s vision blurs, feeling her climax in every inch of her body while trying to focus on the (enjoyable) sensation of Hyunjin still coming inside her. Heejin of course goes down first, shaking as she lays back down on the mattress while Hyunjin goes still for a moment trying to regain feeling in her body after an intense and nonstop session. She flops next to Heejin, her chest heaving up and down in exhaustion.

Recovery takes a lot longer than it usually would, both of them (mostly Hyunjin) still winded and twitching from overstimulation. Eventually Hyunjin wills herself to get up on wobbly legs and get something to clean them both up and plop back into bed before her body ends up giving out. Heejin fights falling asleep then and there when Hyunjin pulls the blanket over them, wrapping her arms to pull her close. It doesn’t help that Hyunjin is comfortably warm and soothingly caressing her sides.

“Heekie?” Hyunjin calls.

“My love?” Heejin answers almost half asleep.

“You think it worked?”

At first Heejin had absolutely no idea what Hyunjin meant, everything from before blanking from her sleep filled mind. That’s until she feels her girlfriend’s slender fingers tracing over still sensitive lower stomach that it registers exactly what Hyunjin means. Heejin suppresses a shiver and slaps Hyunjin’s hand away.

“Stop being a perv.”

“It was just a question.”

“Go to sleep, now.”

“Okay.”

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Heejin can’t even look at Hyunjin sitting across the couch from her while Haseul stands in front of them. Saying she was embarrassed is an understatement, Heejin felt humiliated as the unnies all sat around them for a meeting Haseul had called. Hyunjin though seems to be proud and Jinsol who was the most conservative out of the others had subtly given her a high five for the reaction this had invoked from their leader. Of course they had been loud but that only seemed to be a minor issue.

“Do I have to give you two birds and the bees talk?” Haseul raises her eyebrows at them. “We practice safe sex around here! We do not need mini me’s running around, especially mini Hyunjin’s! One is enough.”

“What about mini Heejins?” Hyunjin jokes and the others around them stifle a laugh.

“Clearly you need to be neutered but the point is, be careful. I do not want to get a call from the manager asking which Plan B brand you would prefer.”

“Sorry unnie, we’ll be careful.”

“Okay good, we’re going out to dinner. We better not come back to any funny business on the couch—I'm looking at you Hyunjin.”

Once Haseul and the other unnies leave Hyunjin closes the distance between them.

“How many times do you think we can do it before they get back?”

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Kiss it better; 2jin 6.4k words

Early morning till late noon practice for the group had left the dorms unusually quiet. Some walked in like zombies half-asleep and dispersed into various rooms to sleep while the remaining few were probably up to no good and just great at being quiet (Haseul and Vivi). Hyunjin, along with Sooyoung and Jinsol (she only lasted thirty minutes) didn’t fall into either category. Sooyoung and Hyunjin thought a good way to wind down after a laborious practice was to have their own silent tournament in the form of Smash Bros on Jinsol’s switch.

Much like the dorm, the living room was close to silent if you didn’t count their button smashing, Jinsol’s quiet snoring, and the low volume of the TV. Hyunjin knows she could be having some much needed cuddle time with Heejin but her girlfriend was a light sleeper and Hyunjin would’ve just been restless the entire time. Thankfully Heejin didn’t put up a fight and rolled over to go right back to sleep. Sooyoung seemed to be in the same situation except Jinsol could sleep anywhere and through anything so she was sleeping perfectly fine with her head on Sooyoung’s lap.

Hyunjin’s eyes had already started to burn from glaring at the screen so long, they had to have been playing for almost two hours already with no breaks at all. She was determined to beat Sooyoung because the older girl had been quietly talking shit the entire time and Hyunjin was not going to get beat by someone who calls their girlfriend ‘my little glub glub’. They were tied 2-2 and whoever won this next round would be treated to dinner by the loser for the next week. Not surprisingly Hyunjin wins earning herself those free meals.

“I should’ve won that.” Sooyoung doesn’t toss the controller like she wants to and sets it down gently off to the side not wanting to disturb her girlfriend from sleep. “That was so close.”

“Not close enough because now you owe me dinner. The deal starts tomorrow though. I promised Heejin that after her nap we’d go to dinner or something.” Hyunjin turns towards the kitchen when she hears rustling only to see the very person she had just mentioned and had definitely been missing.

“Well speak of the devil, look who’s up.”

In the kitchen Heejin rummages through the fridge until she pulls out a pitcher of juice and pours herself a glass. She looks adorable, wearing one of Hyunjin’s oversized shirts with her hair a bit messy and eyes still half closed. Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate to abandon Sooyoung on the couch to go greet her cute half-asleep girlfriend. Heejin doesn’t acknowledge her at first, Hyunjin grabbing her attention when she wraps her up into a gentle back hug. The second Heejin realizes it’s Hyunjin she aggressively shrugs out of the taller girl’s hold and pushes her away with what seems to be all her strength (To Hyunjin it’s merely a nudge).

“What are you doing?!” Heejin crosses her arms over her chest glaring angrily up at her.

“I was just saying hi.” Hyunjin replies wearily, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Well don’t. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“W-What did I do?!”

Heejin grabs her cup of juice and storms out of the kitchen without an answer leaving Hyunjin dumbfounded. She stands there completely caught off guard by the sudden attitude. If it wasn’t obvious enough something clearly had happened. Heejin had never been to type to wake up grumpy, she was usually just clingy until the sleep wore off. If she was grumpy it never manifested into an attitude and it was never directed towards Hyunjin. So she had to have seriously pissed Heejin off if she was acting like this. The problem is that Hyunjin has no idea what the fuck she had possibly done for Heejin to be so upset.

“What the hell did you do?” Sooyoung looked just as taken back as Hyunjin was.

“I have no idea.” Hyunjin scratches the back of her neck. “I’m gonna go talk to her.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Thanks unnie, really.”

She rolls her eyes at Sooyoung and trudges down the hallway toward the bedroom. Hyunjin stops in front of the door for a moment just to prepare herself for what was to come. It wasn’t quite often that Heejin acted like this, if she did it had to be because she had no more patience but Hyunjin was very rarely on the receiving end. Like extremely rare to be in the line of fire when Heejin was upset. If Heejin was angry, upset, sad, or tired she always went to Hyunjin to feel better. Whatever the issue was Hyunjin hoped that this was just Heejin being grumpy and in need of attention.

After a good thirty seconds of telling herself to not somehow make things worse she finally gathers courage to enter the room. The preparation to face her girlfriend’s wrath is completely thrown out the window when she’s met with the sound of crying instead. Heejin sits on the left side of the bed, head in her hands trying to muffle her cries while Hyunjin is on the edge of panicking. Hyunjin is now more concerned than she is scared, cautiously making her way onto the bed to (hopefully) be allowed to comfort her.

“Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” Hyunjin is relieved that Heejin doesn’t shy away from her touch but she still refuses to give an answer with the shake of her head. “I’m sorry if I upset you somehow.”

Still she gets no response from the other girl, so instead of insisting on getting an explanation Hyunjin chooses to give her space. Or well she had assumed that's what Heejin wanted. Initially Hyunjin was going to scoot over to her side of the bed but the second she tried to move Heejin was clambering into her lap to keep her from doing so. Her arms wrapped tightly around Hyunjin’s shoulders, keeping her from doing anything other than accept the death grip she had been trapped in. Though worry was eating at Hyunjin about what had upset Heejin she still doesn’t push her to talk.

Soon Heejin’s cries subside into tiny sniffles and her tight hold on Hyunjin loosens into a more gentle hug. Hyunjin doesn’t stop rubbing comforting circles on her back which ends up getting rid of the tension that had still remained despite Heejin calming down. Then it’s all gone and Heejin has completely melted into Hyunjin's hold, face hidden in the crook of her neck wanting to be as close as she possibly could. Brushing some hair out of her face Hyunjin kisses Heejin’s neck and with a bit of trouble pulls away enough that she can look at her girlfriend.

“What happened?” Hyunjin cups her cheeks and takes a good look at how cute Heejin looks after she’s finished crying.

“No it’s just…i-it’s stupid. I’m just being sensitive.” Heejin looks away from her, now seemingly embarrassed to talk about the reason she had been upset.

“It’s not stupid if you were crying, there’s also nothing wrong with being sensitive either.”

“I-I had a dream that you cheated on me with some girl that you knew from school.”

Hyunjin is glad that Heejin is looking away from her because the way she was fighting back a laugh would’ve made things worse. Now Hyunjin wasn’t necessarily laughing at Heejin. It was more at the kind of reaction this dream had caused, Hyunjin had never seen Heejin be openly jealous and now that she had something about it was absolutely amusing. Not only was it amusing but god did it make Heejin so much more adorable than she already was at this very moment. Though Hyunjin’s first instinct was to tease she decided to save it for later due to the fact it had upset her girlfriend.

“Baby I would never cheat on you.” Hyunjin grits out trying hard not to chuckle at the way Heejin pathetically shrugged her shoulders. It was as if she wasn’t believing a word Hyunjin was saying. “Heejin-ah come on don’t be like that.”

“What if it’s a sign!” Heejin crosses her arms over her chest.

“I would never do that to you.” Hyunjin turns Heejin’s head to face her once again. “Forgive me?”

Heejin looks away from Hyunjin again pouting with a fresh set of tears fighting to not be shed. Hyunjin thinks she’s so cute and can’t help but kiss her pout away along with the tears that do end up falling. With a gentle hand Hyunjin wipes all the tears and continues to pepper kisses along Heejin’s face until her girlfriend finally gives in and allows a proper kiss on the lips. The kiss was supposed to be quick, Heejin was going to go back to being pouty but Hyunjin always knew the right thing to do when it came to things like this—something Heejin loved and hated.

“You’d never leave me?” Heejin’s watery eyes stare down at Hyunjin for more assurance.

“I’d never leave you baby. No more crying okay?” Hyunjin kisses her again and again until Heejin no longer resists them. “Let me make it better.”

Those words are nothing but a whisper against Heejin’s jaw, which is all it takes for her to completely give in. Heejin understood what making it better meant. The phrase had one meaning when it came from Hyunjin and Heejin didn’t mind what it entailed after it was said. It was the best form of comfort for situations like this and of course Hyunjin knew that. Hence the making it better—Hyunjin knew exactly what she was doing uttering those words to a sensitive Heejin. There was no way now that Heejin could find the slightest part of herself to deny Hyunjin even with the fleeting distasteful thoughts in her mind of her girlfriend cheating.

Hyunjin doesn’t let her mind wander any farther, wiping the thoughts clean from Heejin’s mind with a rough attention garnering grip on the smaller girl’s waist. It’s a silent demand—a simple pay attention and Heejin doesn’t know why it’s enough to make her instantly comply. Or maybe she does but she wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that this gentle form of dominance is enough for Heejin to let Hyunjin do as she pleases. The grip on her waist tightens, Hyunjin pulling Heejin higher up onto her lap so now they’re flush against each other.

Then come the tickling yet firm kisses against her neck that make Heejin instinctively tilt her head back for more. Of course Hyunjin knew all too well what would have Heejin like putty in her hands, which is why there was no hesitation to place a much more firm kiss to the spot in the middle of her throat that for some reason was extremely sensitive. The second Hyunjin adds the right amount of pressure with her lips against Heejin’s throat; there's a moan that immediately follows the action. Heejin gets caught up in the kisses, the sounds she makes at the pressure on her throat small but enough for Hyunjin to know she can go further.

Without missing a beat Hyunjin carefully flips Heejin onto her back so that she’s perched comfortably against the pillows, she does it without her lips ever leaving her girlfriend’s neck. Heejin moans again, her hands tangling into Hyunjin’s hair urging her to keep kissing her most sensitive spot and getting completely worked up just from that. She’s disappointed when Hyunjin moves on from the spot trailing kisses back up her neck to land on her lips again. Their kisses slowly gain intensity that they end up a mess of lips kissing until they’re pulling away in need of air

“Hi.” Hyunjin greets breathlessly, pulling away to where Heejin can see her face now covered in faint blush which was a familiar indicator of need.

“Hi.” Heejin responds once she catches her breath and doesn’t hesitate to lean up to initiate another, more intense kiss that urges Hyunjin’s hands to start caressing. m

Hyunjin’s hands wandered far past her waist, stopping multiple times to trace her fingers over Heejin’s clothed skin as they made their way farther down to her thighs. She slid her hands underneath the shirt that covered most of Heejin’s thighs, sliding the fabric up until all of her porcelain skin was on display. Hyunjin finds that Heejin didn’t bother to put shorts on and simply used her shirt as a form of coverage for her underwear-clad lower half. Her hands rested on Heejin’s upper thighs, fingertips close to slipping underneath the thin fabric that covered where she was wanted most.

“Is this okay?” Hyunjin asked just to be sure Heejin was actually up for going farther.

“Yes, touch me please.” Heejin lifts her hips making it easy for Hyunjin to slip her panties off and set them somewhere to the side. “You said you’d make it better.”

“I will.”

Heejin’s breath hitches when Hyunjin runs her fingers through her folds, the touch evoking a reaction—more wetness seeping onto said fingers. Hyunjin doesn’t tease again after that, instead adjusting her position so that her face is in between Heejin’s slick covered thighs. She kisses up her inner thighs until her face is close enough that Heejin shivers, feeling Hyunjin’s hot breath against her center. First she gives an experimental swipe of her tongue through the dripping wetness just to see how Heejin would respond and the loud moan that she releases is why Hyunjin dives in tongue first.

It’s all tongue that Heejin isn’t ready for, immediately clapping a hand over her mouth to muffle a loud moan when Hyunjin’s tongue sinks inside her. Hyunjin thrust her tongue in and out slowly only to speed it up trying to extend it as far as it could possibly go inside Heejin. Just because she wanted to get Heejin to squirm Hyunjin suddenly starts moving her tongue in different directions causing Heejin to almost arch her hips off the bed still struggling to muffle her moans at the sudden change in the way her girlfriend moved her tongue.

The thing is that’s only half of what Hyunjin was planning to do. She wanted to stimulate Heejin until she was whining for Hyunjin to touch a specific place that had been currently pulsing in front of her eyes. As soon as Heejin’s fingers tangled into her hair with a string of moans and jolting of her hips, Hyunjin knew everything was going exactly as she wanted. To drive Heejin crazier, Hyunjin buried her face deeper in between her thighs keeping up her rapid pace before deciding Heejin was worked up enough for her to adjust and slip a finger in.

Immediately Hyunjin feels Heejin’s walls contract around her finger the second it's deep enough to stimulate. Heejin lets out another loud moan, her hips lifting off the mattress yet again, but Hyunjin just continues. Her mouth now occupies itself with wrapping around Heejin’s throbbing clit to suckle on it causing a jolt of pleasure through Heejin. After a while one finger becomes two that relentlessly pump in and out, curling each time they bottom out close to bringing Heejin closer to the pleasure Hyunjin had wordlessly promised her.

What she wasn’t ready for was Hyunjin to add a third finger which made her understand that Hyunjin was not just pleasuring her but preparing her. Heejin already felt like she was going to combust, knowing there was more to come drove her faster towards the edge. She honestly wasn’t sure if she’d be able to recover for more with how good Hyunjin was sucking at her clit and curling her fingers clearly in search of her sweet spot. When she finds it she shows no mercy hitting it over and over again whilst being rougher with her stimulation towards Heejin’s clit.

Heejin’s thighs twitch once, twice, and then they’re tightening around Hyunjin’s head leaving her with no choice but to make Heejin come fast enough that she doesn’t suffocate. Hyunjin thrust and curled her fingers feeling wetness pool into her hand followed by a (muffled due to Heejin’s thighs) choked moan from above her. Around her fingers Heejin’s walls fluttered rapidly as she continued to massage that same spot, Heejin tensing up more than she already was, desperate to ride out the rest of her high.

Thankfully Heejin’s high doesn’t last much longer and her body relaxes back into the mattress. Most importantly her thighs release Hyunjin from their death trap allowing her to come up for some air. Her head doesn’t stay up for more than a couple seconds, Hyunjin leaning back down to kiss Heejin’s shaking inner thighs. Heejin jolts, feeling sensitive to even the smallest of kisses and lightly pushes Hyunjin's head away to get her to stop. This is when Hyunjin finally lifts her head enough that Heejin can see the wetness smeared around her mouth and cheeks.

The rest of Hyunjin’s face is noticeably more red than before, her eyes a dark brown with blown pupils and her lips slightly parted as if she was still trying to catch her breath. Hyunjin holds their eye contact as she licks her lips and around them to clean the wetness off, a grin forming on her face when Heejin shyly looks away.

“You’re cute you know that?” Hyunjin’s gentle voice is now covered up with a rough rasp. “Even when you almost suffocate me.”

“Sorry…” Heejin giggles at her girlfriend who can see she is clearly not at all sorry.

“You don’t look sorry. It’s fine though, I think being suffocated by your thighs is the boss way to go out.“

“You’re an idiot.”

“I'm your idiot.”

“You weren’t in my dream.”

“Oh my god.”

Heejin was clearly joking but Hyunjin can tell by the pout on her lips that she was still bothered by it. She ignores her own uncomfortable arousal a little bit longer in favor of cleaning her face up to properly smother Heejin in loving kisses. Her pouty resolve disappears immediately to accept the apologetic kisses (she’s not actually as bothered as before she just loves extra kisses). Hyunjin continues to kiss all over her face, leaving some on her forehead, a few on her nose, and a final one on her lips that flips the playful mood right back to the intense one from before. Easily Hyunjin’s tongue slips into Heejin’s mouth eliciting a whimper and for her to lean up chasing more.

There’s still the lingering taste of herself on Hyunjin’s tongue that sends Heejin spiraling back into neediness. She wants the more Hyunjin had been preparing her for and she wants it now. Heejin slides her arms around Hyunjin’s neck pulling her head closer for a deeper kiss and then does the same with her legs around the taller girl’s hips. The second Hyunjin’s body slightly falls on top of her Heejin immediately feels the hard arousal against her.

“Hyun please.” Heejin can’t take it anymore and breaks the kiss without any shame to beg (she didn’t have to). “I want it please.”

“Don’t worry baby, I wasn’t done making it better.” Hyunjin doesn’t even sound like Hyunjin anymore as she breaks from her grip. “Take your shirt off.”

Instantly Heejin obliges, sliding the shirt off her body while Hyunjin does the same with her own. Heejin now lays there completely bare watching as Hyunjin pulls her shorts down, her arousal only slightly visible due to the thick material. When that’s gone everything is there to see straining against the poor thin fabric of her underwear. The tip peeking out from above the waistband that was slightly wet seemingly with traces of—

“Sorry…eating you out really turns me on.” She clears her throat clearly embarrassed by the remnants of her previous orgasm.

“It’s okay.” Heejin doesn’t mind it one bit, a smile tracing her lips. “It’s cute that you enjoy it as much as I do.”

“It’s hard not to—pun not intended.”

“Seriously Hyunjin?”

“I was trying to make you laugh and it worked!”

“Come here already!”

Hyunjin giggles uncontrollably at this point, mostly from being proud of her pun. Her giggles only make Heejin laugh until they’re both sitting there laughing. Their laughter subsides once Hyunjin manages to stop laughing long enough to move her position and hover Heejin, tension suddenly filling the air at the blissful expressions they see on each other’s faces. They’re both still smiling even as Hyunjin leans down to kiss Heejin, it remains in between each kiss and doesn’t leave until the tension overcomes the once playful atmosphere yet again.

There’s not another moment wasted from there, Hyunjin kissing her one last time on the lips before pulling back to kick off her bottoms the rest of the way. Heejin shivers to herself at the sight of Hyunjin cock on full display, it looks heavy despite its standing position and there’s precum beading—leaking from the tip from prolonged arousal. Any other time when she’s impatient Heejin would’ve already wrapped her hand around it because much like Hyunjin she loved to please and feel prideful at the fact that she knew which ways to move her hand to bring the latter over the edge quickly. Instead, Heejin waits.

Hyunjin repositions herself in between Heejin’s thighs and places them over her own. This minimizes the space between them so that now Heejin can feel part of Hyunjin’s member heavy against her inner thigh. Her stomach tightens, heat spreading through her body in anticipation when Hyunjin adjusts again and the thick hardness slides down her center. In the process of its adjustment Hyunjin’s cock covers itself with Heejin’s wetness mixing with the precum that was now dribbling out of the head in almost a stream. The warm tip presses against her entrance which makes Heejin spread her thighs more welcoming Hyunjin to connect them in the most intimate way she knew how.

“I’ll be careful.” Hyunjin rasps and reaches between them to pump herself a couple times to spread their mixed wetness.

“I trust you.” Heejin finds Hyunjin’s free hand and interlaces their fingers together. “Go ahead.”

At Heejin’s assurance Hyunjin aligns herself with her opening and slowly pushes in. Just like she said, Hyunjin is careful sliding her thickness into Heejin allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. Every time Heejin’s hand squeezes her own, she stops, patiently waiting to continue because the last thing she wanted was to accidentally hurt Heejin. They had done this many times before and every time it was still the same routine of Hyunjin trying to ease herself in due to the fact she was nowhere near small nor close to average.

“Relax.”

There’s a husk to Hyunjin’s voice that makes Heejin shiver with a need to invite all of her in. Inch by inch Heejin does until Hyunjin has disappeared completely inside her. Their hips flush together just the way Heejin likes and if things were different she wouldn’t allow an inch of Hyunjin to escape from inside her. Heejin’s walls forced themselves to adjust quickly to the familiar intrusion, contracting tightly around Hyunjin practically begging her to move her hips. Hyunjin scans over Heejin’s face to see for any discomfort only to be met with a hazy expression and want filled eyes waiting for her to do whatever she pleases.

“Does it feel okay?” Hyunjin questions, her hands rubbing Heejin’s sides affectionately.

“It feels good.” Heejin squirms, clearly impatient and wanting her to move but who was Hyunjin if she didn’t tease?

“What feels good?”

Heejin’s eyes flick up to hers knowing already what Hyunjin was wanting but refusing to give her the satisfaction of teasing. Hyunjin stares down at her for a moment waiting for an answer, when Heejin doesn’t give her one she decides to further her teasing. She starts jogging her hips giving lazy half-thrust that immediately dissolve Heejin’s resistance to her teasing. Then she goes from lazy half thrust to full ones that cause Heejin to place her hand on her stomach, nails digging into the skin showing she wasn’t ready for the sudden change in pace—but not opposed to it with the way she moans.

“What feels good?” She asks again, still not letting up on the teasing.

“Y-You feel good.” Heejin finally admits with her eyes screwed shut, completely defeated by Hyunjin’s deep thrusting.

“Hmm? I ‘feel good’? You have to be more specific, my love.”

“Y-You feel good—inside me.”

Hyunjin responds with a breathy yeah? that is for some reason extremely attractive to Heejin in her arousal filled mind. She loves when Hyunjin sounds breathless the way she is now, how she sounds almost mindless just from this already. Heejin shouldn’t be saying anything to begin with, she was already close to being a mess with Hyunjin's slow building pace. The way Hyunjin looks at her, touches her, everything that she’s doing now makes her forget why she had been upset in the first place. Any insecurity she had felt before was gone without the possibility of ever coming back.

She finds herself choking on a breath, her attention turning back from the small moment it had wandered off to Hyunjin suddenly bottoming out a lot deeper than before. A cracked moan is silenced by soft lips against her own, Hyunjin’s abnormal body heat now engulfing her as Hyunjin closes the space that had been between them so that they’re chest to chest. Heejin tries to kiss back only for Hyunjin to make it impossible for her to do so when her hips start grinding into her faster, clearly desperate to go deeper. All Heejin can manage to do is wrap her legs around her lover’s strong waist and successfully (thankfully) muffle the incoming moans into her neck.

It sets her body on fire hearing Hyunjin’s breath against her ear along with the groans she fights to muffle. Heejin can feel the sheets bunched up under her where Hyunjin holds onto them to hold herself up enough to keep moving her hips. Neither knew where the sudden desperation had come from but it had been a while since they’ve been able to do anything without the fear of getting interrupted. And Hyunjin was going to take advantage of it the most she possibly can even if it meant they’d get scolded later for being loud. Clearly Hyunjin didn’t care with the way she drilled harder into Heejin with each passing moment.

“You look so cute.” Hyunjin admits breathlessly in Heejin’s ear. “So pretty, all this just for me?”

Heejin can’t help but moan, her breath picking up, legs tightening around Hyunjin’s waist at the compliments. They were such a simple gesture, merely praises but coming from Hyunjin who meant everything she said just gave them a much deeper meaning. It was different coming from a breathless Hyunjin because she really meant it and as always she knew exactly what she was doing. The glint in her eyes as she took in Heejin’s reaction to the praises was only going to make her do it more because she knew Heejin was a sucker for them more specifically from her.

“God Heejin, you feel so fucking good.” Hyunjin pulls at the sheets under her again. “Only you can make me feel this good, you know that baby?”

Hyunjin takes in her reaction again, this time it’s bigger than the last one and it was almost enough to send her over the edge. Heejin’s face turns red, her eyes screwing shut, her nails digging into the skin of Hyunjin’s shoulders. She desperately pulls Hyunjin closer, holding onto her tighter, nails digging deeper into the delicate skin with each praise that Hyunjin continues to whisper (moan) in her ear. The praises don’t end with how she satisfies Hyunjin but how pretty Heejin looks taking her so deep and so well it makes her orgasm build up before exploding without warning.

She soaks Hyunjin’s length, her body tensing and nails dragging down the strong back painfully deep. Hyunjin’s name comes out in a desperate chant as she moans throatily with her hips lifting to keep riding the high from her climax. While she comes hard and still tries to wind down from it Hyunjin’s gentle nature disappears and she all but pounds into Heejin to chase her own need. Hyunjin does this while whining Heejin’s name pathetically into her neck and the sound is enough to make another orgasm build up.

Another one hits her when Hyunjin suddenly pulls out to thrust a couple times against her before she shoots all over Heejin’s lower half. Hyunjin moans with her thrusting coming to a stop while her chest heaves trying to suck in lungfuls of air. Heejin catches her breath quicker than Hyunjin does and comfortingly brings her girlfriend’s shaking hand that had been gripping on her thigh up her lips for a gentle kiss. Though she’s still breathless Hyunjin smiles leaning her head down to kiss Heejin’s neck but this is with intent to get her bothered again and Heejin isn’t sure she can keep up with her girlfriend’s fast recovery.

The kisses get rougher and Hyunjin sits up slightly again, her erection growing against Heejin’s thigh as she starts grinding. Heejin takes it upon herself to reach between them and jerk her girlfriend to full hardness. Hyunjin grinds into Heejin’s fist with a groan despite the fact it’s barely able to accommodate her to begin with. Eventually Hyunjin replaces Heejin’s hand with her own and guides herself back into the already tightening walls. She parts Heejin’s thighs with her hands and there back to the same place they were before.

Except this time they start out desperate and needy instead of building up to it like they had before. It’s in Hyunjin’s breathing, her chest shaking with each inhale and exhale and then in her hips that stutter every time she bottoms out. It’s in Heejin’s touch, her hands running over Hyunjin’s back up to the back of her neck to tug on her hair, it’s in her voice that quivers every time Hyunjin forces her hips back down onto the mattress when they lift. They show it in their kisses that are barely even kisses because they can’t manage to keep doing it without pulling away to moan.

Hyunjin just grips at Heejin’s hips harder, almost bruising the closer she gets. She angles her hips up, hitting a sweet spot in Heejin that makes the girl’s entire body shake. Heejin sees white after a couple more rough and angled thrust, a moan that everyone else probably heard vibrates through her chest and Hyunjin swears her back was probably bleeding. Her thrusting continues just like before sounding wet with Heejin’s release and it’s the final push she needs to come herself. Heejin grounds herself enough to lock her legs around Hyunjin’s waist to prevent her from pulling out.

“Trying to make sure everyone knows I'm yours?” Hyunjin husks with a panting breath. “Is that why you looked disappointed when I pulled out? Just say the word and I won’t, claim me.”

“Stay.” Heejin pulls her closer, legs tightening around her waist. “Please Hyunjin, I want it so bad.”

Heejin wants to replay this moment over and over again. Her begging seems to do it for Hyunjin, she moans, she really moans so prettily above Heejin she could come again just from it. She feels Hyunjin’s muscles tensing under her touch, wanting to kiss her parted lips that let out a string of whiney curses. Warmth fills her and Hyunjin’s hold on her is so tight that it leaves marks that’ll probably be there for days. Heejin doesn’t mind it though, she likes Hyunjin like this—she likes her being needy. It was only a few more thrust and shaky breaths that Hyunjin came to a stop.

She pulls out but she’s still standing tall as she does so, Heejin senses that Hyunjin is far from done. Could she possibly handle another round? No probably not but Heejin feels her body fill with need all over again when Hyunjin looks at her after recovering in the few seconds she was debating if she was okay with not being able to walk later. Heejin had already made her choice but it was solidified when Hyunjin rolled her over onto her stomach without a word.

In the next moment Hyunjin’s soft touches turned possessive as if finishing inside wasn’t proof enough. Which Heejin would’ve joked about if Hyunjin wasn’t already sheathing herself back in. Hyunjin seemed to like the idea of being claimed a lot more than Heejin initially thought. The new position makes Hyunjin hit a whole new angle, reaching a depth inside Heejin she hadn’t before. Of course Heejin lets her do as she pleases because it wasn’t often that Hyunjin got worked up like this.

At first Heejin had the willpower to hold herself up for just a second before the position on her hands and knees melted back into the mattress. She just held onto the bunched up comforter with her face in the pillow which didn’t last longer than the amount of time she managed to hold herself up. Hyunjin liked closeness, whether it was cuddling, hugging, just standing beside each other, she just liked having Heejin near and it showed the most during sex.

Once Heejin was pressed into the mattress Hyunjin’s body just followed, her chest against her back while her position sitting up on her knees seemed to be enough to keep the pace going. Heejin bunches up the comforter in her hand which Hyunjin immediately replaced with her own so that they’re even closer with Hyunjin’s (desperate) panting in Heejin’s ear. Hyunjin tilts her head down to kiss along Heejin’s shoulder before suckling lightly and then biting into the slightly marked skin.

There was a protest in Heejin’s throat, no marks is what she had wanted to say but really couldn’t bring herself to. Because of course Heejin liked how it showed she was Hyunjin’s and while she wanted to do the same to her girlfriend it was enough to sate the jealousy that had gotten them here in the first place. Hyunjin’s leaves bites and hickeys all over Heejin’s shoulder, moving her hips faster every time Heejin moans when she bites particularly hard. Heejin couldn’t last much longer, she didn’t need more than a push to come again.

“I love you.” Hyunjin starts thrusting harder.

“I—.” Heejin attempts but Hyunjin purposefully makes it difficult.

“Say it.”

“I-I love you—god Hyunjin.”

Heejin lets out a choked gasp, her face burying into the pillow as Hyunjin sits back to fuck her harder. She didn’t bother to control her moans, some of which were muffled while the others were loud when Hyunjin hit a particular spot inside her that sent chills throughout her body. There’s a mantra of don’t stop and cut up moans that sound like the syllables of Hyunjin’s name. Hyunjin doesn’t slow down, seemingly lost in the pleasure, Heejin swears she can hear her mutter mine under her breath while being a mix between desperate and possessive.

Hyunjin’s thrust starts speeding up, more of a rapid thrusting instead of the way she prolongs them with her usual fast pace. Well it’s rapid and sloppy thrusts that still gives Heejin exactly what she needs. Heejin feels her twitch—throb even with the need to release. Hyunjin pulls her close again, lifting Heejin’s hips off the bed while the rest of her body can’t hold itself up without some kind of support. Over the sound of her own moans, Heejin can hear the way Hyunjin does nothing but curse and whine, pulling at her hips as if it wasn’t enough.

It’s sudden, without warning when Hyunjin empties into her, sending Heejin spiraling into the last orgasm her body could muster up. For a moment Heejin’s vision blurs, feeling her climax in every inch of her body while trying to focus on the (enjoyable) sensation of Hyunjin still coming inside her. Heejin of course goes down first, shaking as she lays back down on the mattress while Hyunjin goes still for a moment trying to regain feeling in her body after an intense and nonstop session. She flops next to Heejin, her chest heaving up and down in exhaustion.

Recovery takes a lot longer than it usually would, both of them (mostly Hyunjin) still winded and twitching from overstimulation. Eventually Hyunjin wills herself to get up on wobbly legs and get something to clean them both up and plop back into bed before her body ends up giving out. Heejin fights falling asleep then and there when Hyunjin pulls the blanket over them, wrapping her arms to pull her close. It doesn’t help that Hyunjin is comfortably warm and soothingly caressing her sides.

“Heekie?” Hyunjin calls.

“My love?” Heejin answers almost half asleep.

“You think it worked?”

At first Heejin had absolutely no idea what Hyunjin meant, everything from before blanking from her sleep filled mind. That’s until she feels her girlfriend’s slender fingers tracing over still sensitive lower stomach that it registers exactly what Hyunjin means. Heejin suppresses a shiver and slaps Hyunjin’s hand away.

“Stop being a perv.”

“It was just a question.”

“Go to sleep, now.”

“Okay.”

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Heejin can’t even look at Hyunjin sitting across the couch from her while Haseul stands in front of them. Saying she was embarrassed is an understatement, Heejin felt humiliated as the unnies all sat around them for a meeting Haseul had called. Hyunjin though seems to be proud and Jinsol who was the most conservative out of the others had subtly given her a high five for the reaction this had invoked from their leader. Of course they had been loud but that only seemed to be a minor issue.

“Do I have to give you two birds and the bees talk?” Haseul raises her eyebrows at them. “We practice safe sex around here! We do not need mini me’s running around, especially mini Hyunjin’s! One is enough.”

“What about mini Heejins?” Hyunjin jokes and the others around them stifle a laugh.

“Clearly you need to be neutered but the point is, be careful. I do not want to get a call from the manager asking which Plan B brand you would prefer.”

“Sorry unnie, we’ll be careful.”

“Okay good, we’re going out to dinner. We better not come back to any funny business on the couch—I'm looking at you Hyunjin.”

Once Haseul and the other unnies leave Hyunjin closes the distance between them.

“How many times do you think we can do it before they get back?”

#2jin #g!p #nsfw #hyunjin #heejin #loona #yvesoul

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A sharp scream awakes her, nearly sending her toppling off the couch. There’s echoing screams and metallic scrapes that follow, and while she fumbles for anything to hold her upright, two things happen:

First, her hand finally finds purchase on her desk. Second, she realizes the commotion was from the TV.

With a roll of her eyes, she grabs for the remote on the floor and clicks it off, ignoring the way her heart had practically rumbled out of her chest.

On again. Then off. On again. Then off. Just to make sure it won’t happen again.

It’s well after midnight, she also realizes, looking at her phone’s screen. She must’ve fallen asleep while journaling and… yes, her notebook’s currently supine on the floor.

She heaves herself off the couch to retrieve her empty wine glass, and thinks about how messy the rest of the end table is. She should probably clean it… but the thought of having to interact with mess makes her brain feel septic. At least for the moment.

She’ll do one thing, though, and it’s to carefully remove the half-written page of her notebook.

It’s one of her irrational thoughts, the need to start fresh and finish an entry in one go, lest something horrible happen to her come morning.

She’s been having a bit of a spike in thoughts like that lately, not that she lets them get the best of her. That’s mostly because she knows where they come from, the root cause of her stress. Of course it’s…

Jeongyeon.

Jeongyeon reminds her of Mina.

Quiet. Very to herself, even if she doesn’t mean to be.

Well, isn’t she kind of like Mina too? In a way. It’s part of why they hit it off so well in the first place. They both have a habit of observation. Though it’s a mystery whether Jeongyeon is the same.

It’s likely. Jeongyeon wasn’t sly in hiding her wandering eyes, her intensity. She just hadn’t realized someone else was watching her too. And maybe she never would.

Another blatancy about her: she was comically bad at acting with any sort of normalcy. With a plastered smile on her face, actions bordering on robotic. She must’ve thought everything was going fine. And well… she’d tried to make the woman feel like things were going fine, in response. So it’s not completely Jeongyeon’s fault.

But what she can do, is notice this line of behavior isn’t Jeongyeon’s usual.

Jihyo always spoke about Jeongyeon like she’d created the universe itself, told her about her days with the other woman as if they were some kind of great tale. And for the most part, they were. She loved to hear about what made her happy, what got on her nerves. Even-

—

“So, Jeongyeon has this idea that if you put a song on loop during sex, you can use it as an instant switch when you want to get in the mood.”

“…”

“You do psych work so… is it true , you think?”

—

So surely there’s more to Jeongyeon than just a few one worded answers.

One worded answers are the devil. Just the thought of them frustrates her to no end. If she makes tea, though, that’ll fix it. That way she can detox and destress as the inevitable happens.

Her inevitable thoughts about Mina.

She rises from the couch and takes her few steps towards the kitchen. It’s there she resumes her thoughts.

They’re amicable, the two of them, when the situation calls for it. Only two other people knew of their history, and there was no point in making a big fuss during group gatherings.

So they chose to let things be, not bothering to contact each other unless they absolutely needed to.

Of course, she has no real ill will towards Mina. Even at her most upset, she always wanted what was best for her. For the both of them.

Though that doesn’t make the memory torment her any less.

—

“I’m alone, waiting for just a text from you with the very little time I have off that we agreed to spend together and you’re either hanging out with your coworkers or begging to spend time with Momo. Where do I fit in?”

—

She laughs, thinking about the quiver in her voice. It might’ve been a little pathetic, in hindsight. Words said in a desperate need to get her point across.

But “you don’t get to do that analyzing stuff with me,” was what Mina had said. And she couldn’t help it-

—

“Well what else should I do when you won’t tell me what’s going on or how you feel? What am I left with if you don’t give me anything aside from ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’?”

“What is it you want Mina? Answer me honestly. And I promise I won’t get mad.”

—

Her voice had been soft, as she begged. Pleaded. Because maybe, just maybe, she’d hoped that Mina wouldn’t come to the obvious conclusion. The one that stared them both in the face. She hoped that maybe, for once, her perception wasn’t as spot on as it usually was.

But Mina gave her that look. That damned awful look that told her the next few words weren’t going to be ones she wanted to hear.

And that was that.

No she isn’t carrying a torch for Mina anymore, but the memory still stings, nags at her insides. She even considers journaling about it for a fifth time. But she won’t, not tonight. Instead, she clicks the burner of the stove on and off and on again. Four times until she’s satisfied.

But being around the stove like this… she feels the embarrassment of yesterday creep it’s way up her spine.

“Whyyy did I walk into the kitchen like that?,” she asks her reflection in the kettle.

One more click and it’s gone.

She knows she’s going to have to address this soon, if Jeongyeon won’t.

Their current situation isn’t working for anyone. For as much as Jeongyeon’s been walking on eggshells, she, herself, seems to be completely crushing them under her feet. Which, excuse her therapy brain, means it’s time for a new approach.

Because the thing is? Minatozaki Sana no longer gives up on a challenge. Even if she fumbles her way through it, she won’t give up on happiness so easily. There’s probably something to be said about that, but she resists the urge to analyze herself. It’s better not to make herself go mad.

Right now, she’ll take the kettle off the burner and pour herself a mug of hot tea.

The mug she chooses tonight is one of her recent favorites, simply because Jihyo had commented on how pretty it was when she was over days ago. It’s nice to have a reminder of her on nights where she thinks too deeply.

But it also reminds her of Jihyo’s story in response. How Jeongyeon had bought her a beautiful blue-glazed mug in Jeju, just so Jihyo could have one that better suited her grip.

So yes, Sana concludes, Jeongyeon must be the observant type. And thoughtful, at that. Her gaze is as intense as it is tender. She’d known that all along, really. But her brain, per usual, had to work through the evidence to find the answer.

Even when the evidence was presented to her from the start.

—

“Are you cold?”

“Hm?”

“Your legs are shaking. Here-”

“You can use my jacket if you want. I have a sweater on underneath, so it’s all good.”

—

She remembers the beginnings of protest bubbling up in her throat, when the jacket was draped on her, overcome with the need to convince the other woman things were fine. She didn’t need to sacrifice her own warmth in the chilly outdoor air.

She did so anyway.

An insignificant moment to Jeongyeon, perhaps, for several reasons.

Sana was still fairly new to everyone… except Mina and Momo (and Nayeon by proxy) really. And that particular event had gone beyond their usual group of friends, extending to a few people from campus, maybe some coworkers. Lastly? Sana was still in what she had aptly dubbed her “Mina mourning period.”

Sana had been an outwardly happy person for years, wearing her joyousness like a knight’s armor. It worked well to protect her. Harsh words, snide remarks, testy glares. All of it just bounced right off of her.

It still works well for her, as someone who wants people to adore her, to have people know her as one who was “always happy,” rather than one whose despondency made others uncomfortable.

It worked very well… until her heart was broken. When her armor had temporarily cracked.

She’d been on week 2 of stewing in her own misery. Nothing but nights of tears, scribbled journal entries and enough cups of tea to have her running to the bathroom every hour.

That night had been no different, in terms of Sana’s mood. She was quiet and reserved, nursing her second or third beer in her own little section of the circle. She’d forgone her usual flashy colors and habits in order to simply enjoy bask in the night and maybe feel like herself again.

That one simple gesture, that warmth from the fabric, was bright enough to combat the dull drab of everything else.

But then Jeongyeon left early, not even bothering to take the jacket from Sana.

“Fate’s funny that way,” she mumbles, watching the tea leaves dye her water dark. It really is funny. If Jeongyeon had never left her jacket, there would’ve been no need to approach her “best friend” later.

—

“That friend of yours… is she your roommate?”

“Roommate? You mean Jeongyeon?”

“Yes! I think so. She left this with me.”

“Uh, but also… is she seeing anyone?”

—

It’s a memory she thinks on quite fondly. Sana went in expecting the pretty woman with the sharp eyes to mend her broken heart for a just a while. Months later, she’s blessed with the love and affection of said woman’s girlfriend.

And only a fraction of a hair closer to the woman she’d been initially after.

Sana’s going to change that, though. It’s certain. She taps her tea strainer four times against the mug’s rim to insure it.

Of course she has doubts, because what would be worse: Forcing a relationship that leaves all three people broken, or leaving the remaining two behind to salvage the remains of what they have?

Neither is acceptable. So-

“I’ll just have to walk it back.”

She raises the mug to her lips, basking in its warmth while she ruminates on a potential plan.

Minutes later, when she finds herself properly settled for bed, she’s sure of what she’ll do. Now, she’s left to see how Jeongyeon responds.

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Now that requests are open, please give us the SaMo continuation of this 👉👈 please?

https://www.tumblr.com/yeristrophyhusband/669667280261677056/a-follow-up-of-this-and-its-dayeon-bc-theyre-my

request aren’t open but i have been meaning to continue that little fic

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Sorry I’m very new to tumblr. Just wondering if there ever was a continuation for Samo on this

https://www.tumblr.com/yeristrophyhusband/669667280261677056/a-follow-up-of-this-and-its-dayeon-bc-theyre-my

no there wasn’t

[yeristrophyhusband]

do u have twt/ao3 account?

i have both but i haven’t posted on ao3 yet

[yeristrophyhusband]

to kickstart me probably writing again ive had an amazing idea for a new au for start out and it would probably be twice/loona assemble with a splash of red velvet bc it would be too many characters to handle but i like the idea

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should i post my 6k word fic on here or is it better on ao3?