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Jungeun slowly rouses awake and rubs the fogginess out of their eyes. They make out Jiwoo’s figure at the other end of the room, headphones on and back turned towards her keyboard. She’s humming a vague tune, playing a few notes and typing away at her laptop in between. Her voice is still a little rough around the edges, so she probably hasn’t been awake for long. Jungeun curls tighter around the blanket, listening as a few bars of melodies take shape. Jiwoo reaches for her drink and Jungeun finally breaks their silence.
“Is that fucking Monster?”
Jiwoo jumps a bit, not expecting them to be awake. She swivels her chair around and takes another swig for good measure, just because Junguen’s making disgusted faces at her.
“Morning.” She greets. Jungeun can see the bags starting to form under her eyes. They stick their arms out.
Jiwoo happily flops into bed. Jungeun pulls her against their chest, sighing at how warm she is. Jiwoo’s only bothered to throw on a half zipped hoodie, which Jungeun is already working on unzipping even more.
“Sleep a little more, you don’t have classes today.” Jungeun mumbles, one hand already splayed on Jiwoo’s stomach.
“I have projects.”
“You’ll make better music if you had more sleep.”
“I think my tunes are pretty banging after drinking Monster.”
Jungeun screws their face up again, “Monster’s nasty.”
Jiwoo mimics Jungeun’s expression, “Says the one who takes black coffee.”
Her fingers drum on his collarbone, just as he undos her zipper completely.
“Can I touch your chest, by the way?”
Jungeun hums, “Not yet.” He guides Jiwoo’s hands to his stomach instead, “Maybe later, that cool?”
Jiwoo gives them a little pinch, pecks them on the lips, “Of course it’s cool, stupid.”
There isn’t a lot of time before Jungeun needs to get ready for class, but they manage to fit in a few hickeys on Jiwoo’s neck, payback for the ones she left on them a few days ago. Jiwoo sucks in a breath when Jungeun bites down particularly hard, while they push her hoodie down past her shoulders. She kneads her hands into Jungeun’s waist and tilts her head more.
Jiwoo’s just starting to indulge in it when she feels Jungeun’s weight lift off her. Jungeun snickers at her pout and ruffles her hair.
“Sleep more, I gotta go wash up.”
Jiwoo whines and tries to pull Jungeun back, “Can you skip class then?”
“No way.”
“Ten minutes.”
“Five.”
“Seven and a half.”
“Wha- Okay, fine.”
It’s just over ten minutes later when Jungeun rolls out of bed. Jiwoo clings to Jungeun after he’s changed out, shuffling along with him to the door. Jungeun pats her head.
“Why so clingy?”
Jiwoo just makes a small noise, something along the lines of you’re clingy too and hugs Jungeun tighter.
“I’m gonna be late, dumbass.”
“One more kiss.”
Of course Jungeun won’t say no.
The school day passes like any other- a little boring, a little caffeinated, and still a little drowsy. Jungeun checks his texts during his last class and snickers at Jiwoo’s. Feeling shy, he slumps in his seat, holding his phone closer to him.
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Jungieeeeee
Jungie
Fuckkkkk im horny ://
I have work
But
I’m hornyyyyy
hnghnnhghh
It’s followed by an emoticon of Apeach lying face down on the floor.
Jung
LOL LOSERRR
Is this why u were so clingy earlier
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Fuk u
No more nudes
>:(
Jung
Hey take that back
Junguen watches Jiwoo complain with more emotes and texts her back to do her work, smiling to themselves. Jiwoo’s fun to tease.
Jung
Later ok
I promise
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:D
Jung
After u finish work
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BUT :(((
Jung
FINISH YOUR WORK
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I CAN’T IM TOO HORNY
N STRESSED
Jung
Well ur gonna be more stressed if u don’t do ur work
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Jung
Promise is a promise
Do ur work first dummy
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Fine >:(
Jung
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Jungeun casts one more smirk at their phone before flipping it face down. The lecture isn’t particularly interesting, so they end up opening youtube. When they check their phone again on the way back to the dorms, Jiwoo had texted something about “managing to get into the zone”, which Jungeun worries might’ve involved a second can of Monster. Jiwoo doesn’t mention it out loud, but Jungeun knows she prefers to be left alone when she’s in the thick of her production, so they consider looping back a few blocks to one of the cafeterias.
It’s then that they spot Sweeps, the resident dorm cat. They squat down, a hand outstretched as Sweeps strolls over. Jinsol named him, though Jungeun never got around to asking them what it means. Speaking of…
“Hyung, are you decent?” Jungeun calls out, rapping on Jinsol’s door.
“That was one time!” comes the muffled yell.
The door opens and Jungeun covers his face, “I said decent!”
A shirtless Jinsol slaps his back while he kicks his shoes off and heads straight for the mini fridge.
“Is this your home?” Jinsol quips, when Jungeun helps himself to a packet drink and tosses Jinsol one.
“Why yes.” Jungeun retorts, and joins Jinsol in lying on the bed.
“How are the gremlins?” Jinsol asks.
“Who?”
“Your opposite neighbours.”
Jungeun smirks at the nickname, “Last I saw on insta, Yerim and Yeojin’s materials are all over the whole floor, Hyeju is sharing her bed with Yeojin’s fabrics.” They would’ve gone over to do work, but they’d rather not risk getting accidentally hit by Yeojin's mannequin again.
Jinsol stretches themselves out, purposely sticking a limb or two into Jungeun. Jungeun jabs them back, and notices a little more muscle on them. His eyes instinctively travel, gaze flicking over the tattoos on Jinsol’s arms to the outline of their latest piece on their right pectoral.
“It’s healing up well.” Jungeun mutters. Has it been that long already?
Jinsol beams, hair falling in their face when they turn, “The tattoo or the scars?”
“Both.” Jungeun prods their chest, “Kahei said you cried during the tattoo, by the way.”
“She snitched!”
Jungeun rolls over, intentionally on top of a protesting Jinsol, to the edge of the bed and pulls their laptop out. They figure they should try and clear their readings while they can. Twenty pages of marketing techniques that they’ll definitely forget by tomorrow.
“Kim Jungeun? Doing their readings in broad daylight?” Jinsol holds an exaggerated hand to their mouth.
“I have plans tonight.” Plans involving Jiwoo’s… current state, knowing her.
“Are these plans going to be heard through my floorboards?”
“You don’t get to talk when I can hear you and Kahei through my ceiling.”
Jinsol simply cackles loudly and finishes off their juice box.
Jungeun jolts awake. They blink rapidly, spotting Jinsol- now with a tank top on- trying to pry Sweeps off their study notes. Since when did Sweeps come in?
“Just in time for dinner.” Jinsol chirps.
Dinner? Jungeun checks their phone. 6.50pm. Page 4 of Marketing: Media Strategies.
“Hyunggg! Why didn’t you wake me!”
Dinner is more eventful than Jungeun expected. Partly because, to their slight embarrassment, they’re the noisiest table, courtesy of Yerim. She keeps hurling complaints about her project brief as she slips into more and more Korean. Most of it flies over Jungeun’s head because Jiwoo has been kneading their thigh under the table, getting more insistent by the minute. Jungeun feels their stomach flip, knowing full well how worked up Jiwoo’s getting. Jiwoo goes as far as squeezing Jungeun’s packer, and they nearly choke. They don’t even notice Hyeju and Jinsol nicking chicken pieces off their plate. Jungeun wobbles to their feet after dinner.
“Have fun with your readings!” Jinsol yells down the corridor before everyone parts ways to their rooms. Jungeun flips them off before their cheeky grin disappears round the corner.
The moment the door shuts Jiwoo is on Jungeun, hands wandering and lips already grazing his. Jungeun is tempted to give in, but he just about manages to gently pry a protesting Jiwoo off him after a few kisses.
“Needy. I gotta shower first.”
“Can I join?”
“Sure, you horndog.”
Jiwoo threatens to fling the dick in his pants out the window.
Jungeun stretches and exhales a sigh, binder tossed into the hamper outside the bathroom. He didn’t realise he’d worn it for so long today. Jiwoo’s already in the shower, and sprays him in the face when he steps in.
“What do you mean you have readings?!”
“Jiwoo- Agh!-” Jungeun is sprayed in the face again, “Let me shower!”
Jiwoo is very indignant because she willed herself to churn out as much music as she could to for the day (despite her horniness), only for Jungeun to tell her he hasn’t finished his work. So what if he fell asleep in Jinsol's room? Excuses, she says! She’s interrupted by Jungeun holding her face in his hands and squishing her cheeks together.
“Why do you sound so grumpy, hm?” his voice takes on a teasing edge.
Jiwoo grumbles softly, “Just tired.”
“Work?”
“Mm.”
Upon a closer look, Jungeun notices that Jiwoo’s eye bags seemed to have darkened over the day.
“We don’t have to tonight, you look like you might knock out soon.”
Jiwoo’s eyes widen and she quickly shakes her head. She has that look on her face that tells Jungeun he probably isn’t going to talk her out of this. With a hum, he finally releases her face from his hands.
“I’ll try and do my readings quickly.”
“Do you have to finish it by tonight or are you being a nerd?”
“Both.”
Jiwoo leans forward and tosses her weight onto Jungeun, groaning something like uuurgghghh. Jungeun combs back the damp hair from her face.
“You’re so dramatic, you know that?”
Jiwoo nods and continues groaning, face hidden in the juncture of Jungeun’s neck and shoulder. Jungeun strains for the shampoo bottle, being weighed down by a whole Jiwoo. Jiwoo’s grumbling peters off when she feels Jungeun’s fingers working her scalp, foaming up her hair.
“Jiwoo.”
“Mmph.” Jiwoo hasn’t looked up yet.
“I think I have an idea.”
Jiwoo waits for Jungeun to continue his sentence, but there’s only the sound of running water.
“What’s the-” Jiwoo lifts her head, “What’s the uh… idea?”
Jungeun’s lips are pursed, words escaping him now that he actually has to say it aloud. He makes his way through a few ums and ahs before mumbling, “...Cockwarming.”
Jiwoo brightens up considerably after that.
Jiwoo searches for one of Jungeun’s sweaters to wear, calling out that she wants the light pink dildo while Jungeun’s rummaging for it. Jiwoo turns to find Jungeun standing with a lube bottle in hand, the front of their shorts tucked under their strap, dildo swaying about whenever they move.
“You look funny.” she giggles.
Jungeun grimaces but beckons her over to sit down, “It’s all because you’re too horny.”
Jiwoo makes sure Jungeun is comfortable before positioning herself. Out of habit, Jungeun starts to dip their fingers into Jiwoo’s folds.
“Do you need me to prep- Oh.” Jungeun’s lips quirk up, noticing the hint of glossiness on their fingertips. Jiwoo just chews on her cheek, scrunching her sweater.
“You’re already wet.” Jungeun meets Jiwoo’s eyes, who promptly looks away.
Jiwoo only huffs and shuffles until she’s barely brushing the head of Jungeun’s dick. She bites back a whimper, already buzzing with anticipation since the afternoon. Slowly, she starts to lower herself down. Now that whimper does manage to escape her. Jungeun holds Jiwoo’s hips, keeping her steady as she sinks further onto them.
“Easy.” Jungeun whispers, when Jiwoo knits her brows from the stretch.
Jiwoo gasps once she has Jungeun’s whole length snugly inside her. It feels fuller than she remembers. Maybe it’s just because everything has been pent up throughout the day, but she still has to get edged by Jungeun and their lengthy PDF. Damn it Jungeun.
“Comfy?” Jungeun asks.
“Uh huh.”
Jiwoo slings her arms over Jungeun, chin resting on his shoulder. Jungeun spots the hint of hickies on Jiwoo’s neck, feeling a small tinge of pride.
“Missed you.” Jiwoo mumbles.
“We’re roommates, Jiwoo.”
“I know, but,” Jiwoo lightly kisses the side of Junguen’s head before settling back down, “There’s just, all this music I need to make, haven’t had enough time to feel you like this. Guess I’m just tired and I, um, yeah, wanted a break.”
Jungeun rubs Jiwoo’s back through her sweater.
“Soon, I won’t be long, okay?”
Jiwoo nods and snuggles into Jungeun. He smells faintly of lavender shampoo and freshly laundered clothes. He feels so good inside of her. Jiwoo allows herself another tiny whimper. She finds some cooking videos to watch on her phone while waiting, and Jungeun sneaks an arm under her sweater to wrap around her waist. With Jiwoo quietly twirling his stray locks of hair, he opens his laptop.
Jiwoo has... never been a very patient person, try as she might. She knows how wet she’s getting, every small shift reminds her of the cooling dampness on her thighs. She doesn’t have to look to know that she’s already left a dark patch on Jungeun’s shorts. And it probably hasn’t even been that long either. Jiwoo adjusts her position, but it only causes Jungeun’s dick to rub against her from an even better angle.
“Shit.”
Jungeun doesn’t seem to notice, too busy trying to decipher how to calculate gross rating points. Jiwoo needs to do something, anything to quell the throbbing between her legs, even if just a little.
“Jungeun…”
All Jiwoo gets in response are some keyboard clacks. Either Jungeun is deliberately ignoring her, or he’s just really far up marketing’s ass. Knowing him, it’s the latter. Jiwoo desperately wants to move, but she doesn’t want to disturb Jungeun. She also feels like she’s going to burst into flames if she doesn’t move. She manages to hold out till the end of her youtube video before she really can’t take it.
Little by little, Jiwoo creeps one of her hands down, in between their bodies, till she reaches the hem of her sweater- Jungeun’s, rather- already hiked far up her thighs. Jiwoo pulls it higher still to hang at her hips. Her fingers go down, down. She curses under her breath when she brushes her clit, easily located from how stiff it is. Sweet relief washes over her as she gives herself a second small stroke, then a third.
Jiwoo nearly moans, it feels so good to finally touch herself. And fuck, she really is wet. She continues rubbing, basking in the bliss she’s feeling after so long, all with Jungeun deep in her, brushing her insides so nicely. She’s too caught up to realise that she’s started grinding onto Jungeun’s lap, squirming about as best as she can.
“Jiwoo…” Jungeun quietly pipes up, calling her name a second time when she doesn’t stop moving. They playfully pinch her, “You’re moving too much.”
Jiwoo slows down, but still makes small circles with her hips, “Cuz you’re taking too long…”
Jungeun just chuckles, “And you’re impatient.”
“Jungie…” Jiwoo whines, “I really can’t.”
Jungeun replaces Jiwoo’s hand between her thighs with their own, taking in her current state. The innermost of her thighs are distinctively glossy, clit peeking out obviously. Jungeun drags a tentative thumb around Jiwoo’s folds, spreading her slick around even more. Jiwoo jolts at the sensation. It’s different when it’s someone else’s fingers. Jungeun tilts their gaze up, still stroking. Jiwoo has fixed them with a grumpy look despite her soft panting, cheeks flushed and bangs untidy. Another shudder ripples up her body when Jungeun circles her clit.
“You- ah- you suck.” she huffs, but makes no effort to stop Jungeun.
“I know.” Jungeun ducks down to kiss along Jiwoo’s neck, retracing their route of faint purplish marks, “Just relax a little while more, ‘m finishing up this chapter.”
“Screw your chapter.”
Jungeun laughs, breath fanning Jiwoo’s skin. She sounds cute even when she’s upset. Jungeun pulls her back into a hug, Jiwoo complaining at the loss of Jungeun’s fingers. They pick up her phone from where she’d left it on the table, scrolls through her youtube feed before selecting a bakery vlog and passing it back to her.
“Okay, I’ll be done after this video.”
Jiwoo squints at the timestamp, fifteen minutes. It’ll do. She continues to defiantly swirl her hips for a little while more, though Jungeun doesn’t hear a peep out of her after that. They quietly pull aside the collar of Jiwoo’s sweater when they’re on the last page, placing a quick kiss on her shoulder. When they glance up their laptop pings with a message notification from their group chat.
Brat Hyeju -△-
Jungeun
Oppa
Can I use your shower
Yerim is taking ten years
Jungeun’s eyes blow wide.
Jung
Can’t u use Jinsol and Kahei’s
Brat Hyeju -△-
Yeojin alr went there
Pls
Jinsol twink hyung :]
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Jungeun panics slightly, mind racing to the next excuse that comes to mind.
Jung
Uh
Jiwoo’s showering
Brat Hyeju -△-
??
She just sent me a meme
Jungeun catches sight of Jiwoo’s phone screen when she leans back, kakaotalk open to Hyeju’s chat. Jiwoo snaps her eyes to Jungeun in realisation.
“Jungeun did you-”
Brat Hyeju -△-
Oh my god
Are u two gonna fuck
Jung
NO
OFC NOT
WHY WOULD U THINK THAT???
Brat Hyeju -△-
While texting ME
Kahei haengnim
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LMAOOOOOO
Jinsol twink hyung :]
WHJSBDJKDJ
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No we’re not tf
Brat Hyeju -△-
Let me use ur shower then
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No
Jung
No
Brat Hyeju -△-
I should knock on your door for fun lol
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U little shiT
Jungeun smushes his face into Jiwoo’s chest. This is embarrassing. This is so embarrassing. Perhaps even worse than that time his packer slipped out of his pants and rolled into the neighbouring toilet stall. He groans loudly.
“Look, I mean, it’s sort of established that we do fuck.” Jiwoo says.
“But not like this!”
Jiwoo drums her fingers along Jungeun’s shoulders, giving a small laugh, “See, this is what you get for edging me.”
Jungeun wants to shoot back that Jiwoo is embarrassed too, but judging from the way she’s grinning, she’s finding all of this quite amusing. Sure, she’s mildly disheveled, what with getting edged for so long, but her smile is bright. Almost a little smug, Jungeun daresay. Jiwoo turns around to glance at Jungeun’s laptop screen before turning back and promptly lifting his shirt past his chest.
“Anyway, you’re done right?”
Jungeun answers by raising his arms for Jiwoo to remove his shirt completely. Even if he hadn’t finished his readings, Jiwoo would’ve declared it finished regardless. Jungeun can feel it in his gut when Jiwoo starts kissing along his jaw, one hand on the nape of his neck.
It’s her turn to do the teasing.
Jungeun simply lets Jiwoo guide his position, kissing wherever she wants to. He never really had an awful lot of resolve when it came to Jiwoo. Jiwoo starts rocking her hips again when she finally kisses Jungeun on the lips.
Jungeun wraps his arms around Jiwoo with a sigh. He loves how her lips feel, always so soft, like a “welcome home” when the day is done. Jiwoo pulls him in by the waist.
“Pretty boy.”
Jungeun goes red at that. Very red. Jiwoo grins, satisfied with his reaction.
“My pretty boy.” she murmurs into his lips.
Jungeun tries not to stutter when he tugs at Jiwoo’s sweater. She’s quick to remove it, leaving herself completely naked on top of him. When they both press into each other again, Jungeun groans, feeling Jiwoo’s breasts pushed against his chest through the fabric of his sports bra, fingertips digging into her back when she tugs on his bottom lip between her teeth.
“I really, really want you to fuck me.” Jiwoo breathes, and it sounds more like a command than a plea.
Jungeun wastes no time in staggering them over to the bed, where they tumble over each other with a short intermission of giggles, before Jiwoo’s pulling him down for another round of kisses. Jungeun’s shorts were kicked off somewhere along the way.
Jiwoo’s leading their pace now, hands on Jungeun’s ass as she urges them to rut into her, legs wrapping around their waist. Jungeun glances down and mumbles a, “God.” at how wet their dick already is from Jiwoo, slightly dazed at how she keeps arching up to meet them.
Jiwoo runs her hands up Jungeun’s back, “Wanna touch you first.”
Jungeun nods gently and helps Jiwoo in flipping their positions, so that she straddles them.
“Where can I touch?” Jiwoo softly asks.
Jungeun sits up to remove their sports bra before lying back down. They take Jiwoo’s hands and place them on their chest with a smile, “Anywhere is good tonight.”
Jiwoo beams. She bends down to kiss Jungeun once again, hands starting to massage circles around their chest, tweaking their nipples because she knows how sensitive they get there. Jungeun just closes their eyes and lets their head fall back, giving small moans of approval. Still massaging, Jiwoo turns her attention to Jungeun’s tattoos.
“Ah-” heat shoots to Jungeun’s core when Jiwoo nips at their collarbone, right above a branch of flowers. Jiwoo makes sure it’ll leave a mark, or two.
She kisses along Jungeun’s body, down the blade of a sword on their sternum, to the snake coiling itself around the stars dotting their right hip. Jiwoo places a few extra kisses on the snake, it’s one of her favourites. Jungeun’s still the same as ever, but to Jiwoo, it always feels like a new pattern, a new constellation to map out each time she touches them.
Jiwoo looks at Jungeun, but they still have their eyes shut. It’s sweet, Jiwoo thinks, how shy Jungeun is despite how willing they are to let Jiwoo’s hands roam all over them. Jungeun senses Jiwoo settling her weight somewhere between their legs.
“You’re so hard for me.”
Jungeun involuntarily moans. They can tell what Jiwoo is doing by the way their harness is shifting, but they swear they can actually feel her fingers wrapped around their shaft, slowly pumping. When they finally open their eyes, it’s just in time to see Jiwoo’s lips wrapped around the head of their cock.
“Oh, fffuck...”
Jungeun’s cheeks are hot, they don’t think they’ll ever get used to this sight, no matter how many times Jiwoo does it. And damn if Jiwoo doesn’t look proud of herself. Jiwoo bobs her head lightly, tongue swiping out to lick up her own leftover slick. Jungeun releases another shaky moan. Jiwoo places a kiss on the tip of Jungeun’s dick before looking up at them, flashing a smile. She has no right looking so adorable.
“Can I ride you?” Jiwoo asks, already hopping back up to sit on Jungeun’s lap. Jungeun nods wordlessly, still not quite recovered from Jiwoo’s little blowjob.
Jiwoo sighs contentedly when she lowers herself onto Jungeun, their hands resting loosely over hers when she splays them on their stomach. It fills her up so well, and Jungeun feels so warm and nice beneath her, just what she needs. She raises her hips, then slowly back down, savouring the way the dildo rubs against her walls.
“You feel really good.” Jiwoo coos.
“T-thanks.” Jungeun mumbles lamely.
Jiwoo’s laugh is airy as she leans down, her hair tickling Jungeun’s face. She kisses along the shell of their ear.
“Really, really good.” she whispers, rolling her hips. Jungeun shivers hearing Jiwoo moan so softly in their ear, like it’s a secret between them. They dig their heels into the bed, giving Jiwoo more leverage to fuck herself on them. Jiwoo moans louder, giving Jungeun a nip on the ear before straightening up.
Jungeun feels the sting from where Jiwoo’s teeth were, but he’s more preoccupied with how Jiwoo looks right now. Her back arched, hair thrown over one shoulder, and that almost cocky look on her face as she bounces on Jungeun’s dick.
“You’re so big, Jungie.”
Jungeun wants to melt into the bed in a hot, gooey puddle. Jiwoo’s the one riding Jungeun, but he feels like the one, well, losing his goddamn marbles. It’s mesmerising, watching Jiwoo move. He bucks his hips up in an effort to match her rhythm. There’s a sharp whimper from Jiwoo when Jungeun hits even deeper, at just the right spot. Jungeun takes note, maintaining the angle as Jiwoo continues to unravel on top of him.
Jungeun’s hands move up Jiwoo’s body, grasping her thighs, grazing her sides, before coming to rest on her breasts, squeezing with the pressure he knows Jiwoo likes. His thumbs rub around her nipples. Like adding fuel to a fire.
Jiwoo keens.
“Ah- fuck…”
One of her hands finds Jungeun’s wrist, the other stuffed between her legs as she rubs her clit, stoking her own fire. Jungeun feels Jiwoo’s hips falter, hears her moans turn into short, high pitched whimpers.
“Jungie, Jungie ‘m close, fuck.”
Jungeun sits up and brings Jiwoo flush against him.
“Let me do it.” He murmurs, nudging Jiwoo’s hand away like before to stroke her clit himself. Jiwoo clenches around him, riding him faster.
Before she knows it, her orgasm hits her. She trembles in Jungeun’s arms, nails finding purchase on his shoulder blades. She keeps grinding on him, drawing out her orgasm as much as possible, while Jungeun trails kisses up her jaw, rubbing her back.
Jiwoo pants softly as she lets Jungeun continue kissing, tracing the petals of his flower tattoo with her thumb. Her cheek rests on the side of his head. It takes a while before Jungeun realises that Jiwoo hasn’t stopped rocking.
“One more…”
“Hm?”
“I want one more.”
Jungeun blinks, stunned. Jiwoo barely recovered from her orgasm, but she’s showing no signs of detaching herself from Jungeun. Jungeun half hums, half chuckles.
“Aren’t you greedy?”
“I am.” Jiwoo agrees without hesitation, quite matter-of-factly.
Jungeun makes a show of rolling their eyes while Jiwoo eases herself off them, not missing the wet pop that comes with it. Jiwoo rolls onto her back, legs spread for Jungeun, proudly displaying the creamy white gathered along her folds. Jungeun catches her grin and squeezes her leg affectionately.
“You’re so messy.” Jungeun says, watching Jiwoo grin even wider.
“Mm, just how you like it, right?”
Jungeun splutters. Jiwoo begins to hook her legs around Jungeun’s waist, but Jungeun shakes their head (too shy to look at Jiwoo directly) and carefully pushes her knees to her chest, till her legs hang over their shoulders. This is new. Jiwoo relishes the faint strain in her muscles when Jungeun leans in to kiss her.
The base of the strapon grazes against Jungeun whenever they press into Jiwoo. They moan at the friction, so enamoured by Jiwoo this whole time that they’ve forgotten to tend to the throbbing between their own legs.
“Jungie… Inside…”
Jungeun heeds Jiwoo’s words, slipping back in with ease. Jiwoo welcomes the stretch. She starts moving first, too impatient to wait for Jungeun. Jiwoo wants, and Jungeun is more than happy to give.
“Tell me if it gets uncomfortable, okay?” Jungeun says.
Jiwoo tucks Jungeun’s hair behind their ears, “Mmkay.”
Jungeun draws out till the tip of their dick, before slamming their hips into Jiwoo. The neighbours most definitely heard that one. Not that Jiwoo has ever bothered to hide her voice. Jungeun is quick to build up a steady rhythm, chasing after all the sweet sounds spilling from Jiwoo’s lips.
Everything is amplified, every shaky breath, every slap of skin. The way Jungeun’s core rubs against the inside of their harness spurs them on to thrust harder, deeper. Jiwoo looks like she’s in absolute bliss underneath them, still sensitive from her first orgasm but so, so greedy for more. Jungeun’s elbows are braced on both sides of her body, and her hands are tangled in their hair, softly tugging, drawing them in as close as possible.
Jiwoo’s moans are downright filthy now, overlaid with the wet sounds of Jungeun fucking her. Jungeun hardly notices the burn forming in their thighs, too busy indulging in all that Jiwoo is offering. And it is a lot.
Jiwoo mewls when her thighs starting brushing her breasts from how roughly Jungeun is fucking her. She’s not going to last much longer if they keep this up. She gathers up what’s left of her coherency to stammer out to Jungeun that she’s going to-
Jiwoo cums with a string of chopped moans, toes curling and body tensing. Jungeun can feel how much Jiwoo is dripping as they slow down, carefully lowering her legs down onto the bed. Jiwoo’s whimpers get softer, still shallowly fucking herself on Jungeun, till each shudder is gentler than the last. Jungeun anchors her with warm palms on her body and kisses on the nape of her neck.
Jiwoo mumbles something, but Jungeun only catches it the second time.
“Keep going…”
Jungeun keeps their head tucked where it is, “Aren’t you tired?”
“You were close, right?” Jiwoo asks back.
“Don’t worry about me.” Jungeun presses another kiss to Jiwoo’s skin, getting ready to pull out.
Jiwoo slings both arms around their shoulders, holding them down, “You want to, don’t you?”
Jungeun bites their lip. When they don’t answer, Jiwoo presses a heel into the dip of their lower back, pushing them back into her. Jungeun sighs at the renewed contact. Jiwoo’s chest rises and falls against theirs, warm, blushing.
Slowly, Jungeun grips Jiwoo’s waist, and starts rocking his hips again, mouth falling open at the much welcome friction.
“Ahh…”
Jungeun keeps his eyes down, focusing on how he’s thrusting in and out of Jiwoo, who’s slick and messy all over the inside of her thighs. Jungeun wants, and Jiwoo eagerly gives, holding her own legs open, squirming more and more from the overstimulation. Jiwoo feels so sensitive and hot, like she’s burning up. She doesn’t want it to stop.
Jungeun hears Jiwoo loudly whining their name while they’re chasing their oncoming orgasm. They continue humping into their harness, nails digging into Jiwoo’s skin. A bit more, just a little bit more.
Jungeun’s hips stutter, and they bury a long, shaky moan into Jiwoo’s shoulder. From the way Jiwoo is gripping them, Jungeun suspects she might’ve cum a third time. Jungeun rocks their hips in long, slow circles, swaying Jiwoo along with them. They both take a moment, breathing against each other, bodies relaxing and muscles loosening.
Jiwoo’s the one who resumes the kissing, holding Jungeun’s face in her hands and tilting them towards her. It’s much slower now, with most of their energy spent. Jiwoo is also the first to start giggling.
Jungeun rests their chin on Jiwoo’s chest, eyes full of quiet amusement.
“What?”
Jiwoo continues combing hair out of their face, “Nothing, just… that new position was really nice.”
“Oh, was I that good?”
Jiwoo pretends to grumble, “No, horrendous. I want a refund.”
Her lips curl back into a smile not even a second later, Jungeun following suit. Jungeun props himself up by an elbow and slips out of Jiwoo as carefully as possible. The harness is nudged to the side of the bed for now, with Jiwoo draping all of her limbs over Jungeun as soon as he lies back down. The cuddling is always nice, like soaking in the remaining glow of embers from a fading fire.
“Thanks.” Jiwoo’s cheeks are still dusted pink, “Think I kinda needed that.”
Jungeun kisses Jiwoo’s forehead and murmurs, “Anytime.”
Jiwoo keeps her gaze down, fingertips ghosting across Jungeun’s fading hickies, then their tattoos. She doesn’t notice Jungeun staring at her, watching how her eyes threaten to flutter shut with every blink, her sleepiness finally catching up to her. A far cry from how she was moments prior, Jungeun thinks to themselves in amusement.
“Hey.” Jungeun says, “Are you gonna fall asleep?”
“Nope.” Jiwoo replies, looking like she’s seconds away from doing just that.
Jungeun pinches her cheek, biting back a smile when she whines and tries to wriggle away from them, “C’mon, we should at least clean up a little.”
“Nooo... ten minutes.”
“Five.”
“Seven and a half.”
Jungeun accepts defeat and lets Jiwoo snuggle into them, their arms wrapping around her like they’ve done countless times before, “Again?”
Jiwoo happily hums, “Again.”
It’s just over fifteen minutes this time before they both roll out of bed.