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It’s funny how whiny Johnny gets when she’s not in charge for once. She knows damn well Taeyong needs time to shake off some tension, get into position to let go, and yet she’s on her knees begging.
“How much longer, T'yonga? Wan’ it.” She twirls a dark strand of hair around her finger and pouts. She’s adorable.
Taeyong had specifically requested Johnny’s hair be down for this. It’s uncharacteristically draped across her shoulders and clavicles, reaching further down than the neckline of her white tee - men’s XL. The tangled, split ends are more like Johnny. She very clearly hasn’t brushed it after letting it down from her forever bun, and why should she? It’s not gonna be neat, or clean, after Taeyong’s done with her.
Taeyong herself is naked, the way she prefers it. She’s never understood the idea of lingerie. Undressing to have sex only to reveal more, arbitrarily considered sexier clothing? Capitalist lies.
Underwear is a scam in general. Taeyong would be nude all the time if she could, puffy nipples stiffening in a draft and the trail of hair on her flat tummy keeping her warm. Her pussy is happiest in non-confinement too. She shudders at the thought of the synthetic fabric jails the fast fashion chains call panties. Practically inviting yeast infections, putting your kitty in one of those is.
She’s not sure she could do what Johnny asks of her now if she’d have to be wearing underwear. It takes her long enough to let go already, difficulty increased with fighting the urge to touch herself where she stands with her legs spread. Can’t pee if she’s too turned on, so she’s keeping away from her clit. She’s exercising impeccable self-control actually, hands firmly resting on her tummy, because Johnny needs her to.
Taeyong can see that Johnny’s reached one hand down beneath the hem of her shirt to play with herself, but she lets it slip without comment. Discipline is Johnny’s thing, anyway.
Johnny looks so small like this, looking up at Taeyong instead of towering over her. Her gorgeous, spectacular and awfully goofy girl.
“Can’t wait,” Johnny whispers. “Need you.”
“Patience is a virtue, baby.”
Patience, she tells herself too. Taeyong breathes out, tries to make the exhale so heavy it pulls the contents of her bladder down and out with it. Nearly there now. It’s actually coming out, she thinks, and considers giving Johnny a heads up, but she doesn’t want to get her hopes up in case it takes longer. The first warmth blossoms between her lips, then, and she spreads her legs, bends her knees a little, and grabs her vulva to aim.
A first burst of pee shoots out of her in a practiced arch. Taeyong knows she cracks an accomplished smile. She can’t help it.
It hits Johnny’s clothed stomach, and thin white turns see-through. Johnnys reaction is immediate. Her eyes light up and widen, following the line of the stream. She scooches a little closer, and leans back to let Taeyong soak more of her stomach.
“Ah,” Johnny moans in awe, all petulant whining gone. She puts a cupped hand right in the middle of the stream to collect more piss, pour it over her chest and smear it in. Taeyong is making a downright mess of her. Johnny’s other hand has not left her cunt, moving faster below the yellowing cotton of her tee.
The color grossed Taeyong out the first few times, until Johnny had let it slip out how much she liked it, how much filthier it made her feel. Taeyong really should lean into that more.
“This what you wanted, dirty girl? Me getting you all wet?”
Johnny yelps. Taeyong feels triumphant.
“Marking you, because you’re mine. Isn’t that right, baby?”
Johnny nods frantically. “Yours. Gonna smell of you. Not even gonna wash off in the shower, gonna stay smelling like my girl.” She giggles, because she knows it’s gross.
And Johnny is right, there is a smell. It hovers as a mist over the bath, a round and warm and heavy scent in Taeyong’s nostrils. She tells herself it’s not repulsive, it’s what Johnny wants.
Taeyong feels her stream tapering off, breaking off into driblets, all too soon. Some of it runs down her thighs, ornamenting riverlike motifs on her pale skin. She’s managed to keep her own legs dry up until now, which means her aim has gotten better - but when the pressure subsides, it’s harder to control.
Johnny notices too, and hurries to knee-walk closer. She brings her face all up in Taeyong’s crotch, catching the last few drops on her chin. Gosh, she’s desperate for it.
Johnny stays in place with her mouth open, tongue lazily lolled out even after Taeyong finishes. She’s a sight to behold. Barely any dry spots on her white tee, thighs glittering with pearls of wetness, face flushed with arousal. There’s a puddle of considerable size on the tiles between her spread legs. If Taeyong were to wiggle her toes, she could make it splash.
The clear fluid makes a faint rippling sound as it slowly goes down the drain. Taeyong sends their shower cubicle a loving, indebted blessing. It has been through some shit.
“Thank you,” Johnny gets out between heavy breaths. She is so close Taeyong feels the heat of it against her cunt. Johnny is beautiful, all saturated contrast now - the ends of her hair wet, darkened and curling from the moisture; brown silhouettes of her nipples showing through the translucent cotton. Taeyong can’t wait to get her hands on them. Other matters first, though.
She puts her hand on the back of Johnny’s head, who moans appreciatingly. Taeyong twirls her fingers around the long, damp strands until she gets a good grip. She swallows and tugs on it, hard, before she can have second thoughts about her words coming out too demanding, too bold.
“Now lick me clean.”
Her voice shakes a little. Johnny’s nose is pressed into the dark mess of coarse hair at her mound. Does it tickle? Can she breathe? She’s gonna have to protest if she can’t. This is for Taeyong.
Taeyong grinds her hips in a circle, happy but unsurprised to find she’s already slick enough that Johnny’s mouth glides across her slit without resistance. She rubs herself on Johnny’s face languidly for a while, lips against lips. There’s not much thought behind either of their movements. Johnny’s barely eating her out, it’s more like Taeyong’s riding her face, using her. Until a new, flat pressure slides over her clit - Johnny’s stuck her tongue out.
“Good girl,” Taeyong says and a giggle rises in her throat. It’s usually Johnny’s line.
Johnny makes a gargling noise and pushes back against Taeyong’s firm grip on her hair. Taeyong lets her pull away, and Johnny gasps for air, loudly like she’s been underwater. Taeyong’s clit twitches.
Johnny wipes her glistening face with the back of her hand, exhales and inhales twice, and dives back in. Even on her knees, she has to bend down to be at pussy height. She spreads her legs wider, possibly to lower herself down, more likely to fit a hand back between her thighs. She’s this turned on from eating her girlfriend’s pissy cunt, Taeyong thinks and marvels.
Kept in place by her steel grip, Johnny flicks her tongue over Taeyong’s clit best as she can with the room she’s given. It’s good, she’s doing so well, but even thrusting against Johnny’s face, the pressure isn’t enough for Taeyong. She can’t cum like this. She grinds in wider patterns, spreading her slick across Johnny’s nose and cheeks and chin. It’s messy, nice, but still not quite it. She hears herself moaning, a dissatisfied, impatient groan. Taeyong has given freely of what Johnny wanted, and it’s her turn to be greedy now. She needs to get fucked.
“Inside,” she urges. The word breaks halfway out of her mouth.
“Begging, now?” Johnny coos, her teasing coming off slighly less authoritative by the way she slurs a little. Her lips must be fucked all swollen. She understands what Taeyong needs, though, and gets to work.
Her tongue is so long. It’s ridiculous, the way she flexes the muscle to make it as thick as she can, and long enough to reach inside Taeyong like a finger. Johnny only has to put the tip inside her, and it makes Taeyong's cheeks burn with embarrassment over how much she likes it. It’s something that belongs in porn, is the thing. It’s an overhyped, unrealistic concept that shouldn’t really work in real life, much like scissoring or 69’ing. And yet, Johnny tonguefucks her, and does it well.
The pleasure makes Taeyong’s damp thighs start to quiver without her permission, and she staggers backward to find the tiled wall to lean back on, something, anything to stabilize her. The movement brings Johnny further away from her, and Taeyong groans. How rude.
“Come, come.” She tugs impatiently on Johnny’s tangled hair, needing her back on her pussy like, yesterday.
Johnny plunges back in, twists and thrusts inside Taeyong, carefully angling her tongue to bully her sweet spot, all the while making the most vulgar slurping noises. She’s all up in Taeyong’s cunt, and Taeyong just peed. She can probably taste the musk of piss on her tongue, Taeyong thinks. Gross.
It’s not impossible that a few stray drops find their way out her urethra a little overdue, further wetting Johnny’s slicked up cheeks and chin. It’s not intentional, it’s just what happens when Johnny pushes, prods, rubs right there. Johnny licks it all up. It must be bitter, but she doesn’t seem to mind.
“Nasty,” Taeyong says on an inhale. “Dirty girl.”
Johnny hums in response and oh, the low frequency vibrations of her lips feel nice.
She must have moaned, because Johnny pulls her closer and ups her efforts. The crescent moon shapes of Johnny’s blunt fingernails dig into the flesh of her buttocks. Taeyong feels like she lifts an inch off the tiles every time the bridge of Johnny’s nose bumps against her clit. She’s back in Johnny’s reins now, following wherever she’ll take her. And Johnny’s pushing her, pulling her, stretching her thin.
“Gonna-” It breaks off in a guttural groan. “Gonna squirt, Johnny-”
Evil, Johnny is evil and mean-spirited and foul, because that’s when she pulls out, ever so lightly sliding her tongue up the shaft of Taeyong’s clit on her way. It’s barely a tickle, and the contrast between the rough fucking and this featherlight, silky wet touch is what pushes Taeyong over the edge, a long-awaited surprise. Her cunt clenches around nothing, spasms, twitches, and her last gush of wetness is so forceful it makes a hissing noise. She looks down just in time to catch Johnny recieve it, Taeyong's squirt splattering on her face and dripping down her chin. Like that, it’s over, her orgasms always brutal and short-lived.
Johnny lets go of her hips, careful like she’s not sure Taeyong can stand on her own two legs. Still on her knees on the floor, she reaches between her thighs without saying anything, and Taeyong knows she’s about to get herself off. Johnny rests her forehead on Taeyong’s hip and breathes heavily through her mouth as she touches herself. Is she inhaling Taeyong’s scent, letting it fuel her towards her own orgasm? Taeyong pets her messy hair, soft strokes, no grabbing now. Johnny groans, fucking herself deep and rhythmical. It doesn’t take long.
Her baby makes the prettiest noises when she cums, wordless and bestial.
After her body has stilled and her panting quieted, Johnny leans back in and laps the remaining slick coating Taeyong’s vulva up in one broad stroke of her flat tongue. Always been a kitty girl, her Johnny - sharp angles and pointy edges and capable tongue.
The puddle beneath them has cooled. The places on their bodies where skin meets skin are sticky, a sheen of sweat added to the other bodily fluids.
Johnny wipes her face with the back of her hand. Her nose still glistens a little bit. She puts her thumb and forefinger between her teeth. “Pube,” she grimaces. “In my mouth.”
“I love you.”
“Love you too, silly. Not enough to not shower right now, though.” She tugs at the bottom of her tee that’s still sopping wet, clinging to her skin.
Taeyong raises an eyebrow. “Is that so? Lying in the heat of the moment, then? ‘Stay smelling like my girl’, and all that.”
“Mm yeah, I changed my mind approximately two seconds after coming down from that nut. Best one in like, the last month, by the way.”
Not without effort, Johnny stands up. She rubs her reddened knees. Taeyong is small next to her again, and all is well. Taeyong pulls her into a hug. It’s… sticky. Still, she feels at home in the warm, familiar sensation of Johnny’s breasts pressed against her own flat chest. Round and full where Taeyong is boxy and angular.
“Thank you for being gross with me, baby,” Johnny murmurs into the top of her head.
“You’re welcome. Thank me by a scalp massage?”
“Bet.” Johnny turns the shower knob.