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In Minhee's hands, Hyunjin is putty, malleable and pliant. A ragdoll, happily allowing her limbs to be manipulated and arranged into any constellation Minhee wishes. If Minhee says jump, Hyunjin says how high. If Minhee says sit in my lap, Hyunjin does so without hesitation, crawling up to sit astride Minhee's thick thighs. Minhee smiles. “Other way around, princess,” she says, tucking a wayward strand of dark hair behind Hyunjin's ear.
Hyunjin feels herself flushing. “Oh,” she mutters meekly. God, she always feels completely fucking brainless whenever Minhee is involved, especially when she has already come on Minhee's tongue twice. Obedient, Hyunjin turns around to sit with her back to Minhee's chest, Minhee's breasts pressing against Hyunjin's shoulder blades. Perhaps Hyunjin should have questioned the unusual position, but she doesn't. At least not until she looks forward and realizes that she's looking straight into the full-length mirror Minhee installed on the wall across from the bed a few days ago.
There's something embarrassing about seeing herself like this, naked and flushed, legs spread like a whore, pussy on full display. Hyunjin sucks in a sharp breath and quickly turns her head away. Her face is burning with mortification. Minhee clicks her tongue. “No,” she chides, and she takes Hyunjin by the jaw and makes her face forward again. “I want you to watch.”
“Unnie,” Hyunjin whines. She clutches weakly at Minhee's forearm, trying to close her thighs so she won't feel so exposed, but Minhee hooks her own legs under Hyunjin's to make her keep them open. Hyunjin's lower lip wobbles as she juts it out in a pout, her eyes wet and pleading. “Unnie.”
“Hm?” Minhee hums airily. She brings her other hand up to cup Hyunjin's breast, thumb flicking over a dusky nipple. “What is it?”
Hyunjin's next inhale catches in her throat. “I c-can't,” she whispers, and yet she doesn't try to look away again when Minhee releases her grip on Hyunjin's jaw. Instead, she finds her eyes intently following the path Minhee's hand is trailing down her collarbones, her sternum, her belly. Minhee circles the jewel in Hyunjin's navel with one of her fingers, and all Hyunjin really wants is for her to keep going lower.
“I think you can,” Minhee drawls. She hooks her chin over Hyunjin's shoulder. When Hyunjin raises her gaze to look at her, she finds Minhee smirking, her eyes dark and full of promise. “You're my good girl, aren't you?” Hyunjin is nodding before she even realizes she's doing it. She always wants to do what Minhee tells her to. She always wants to be her good girl. Minhee's smirk widens. “Then look.”
Jump.
How high.
Hyunjin lets her gaze fall again just as Minhee slides her hand the rest of the way down to settle between Hyunjin's parted legs, which spread even further when Minhee slides two fingers inside her pussy. Hyunjin is already wet, still sensitive from her last orgasm. Her mouth drops open on a gasp when Minhee grinds her palm against Hyunjin's clit, and she squirms in Minhee's hold. “Unnie,” she whimpers, as usual reduced to nothing but calls for Minhee whenever they're like this. “Unnie, please.”
“God, look at you, princess,” Minhee says, pressing a kiss to the side of Hyunjin's neck without ever taking her eyes off the hand she has working between Hyunjin's thighs. “You're so fucking beautiful.” Hyunjin can only moan in response. She leans her head back to rest against Minhee's shoulder, her spine arching prettily. Minhee pulls out her fingers and uses them to spread Hyunjin's labia instead. “Look at your pretty pussy.”
“Oh my God,” Hyunjin whines, abashed. And still, she can't tear her eyes away from their reflection. She stares at herself, the glisten of her own wetness on her skin, her pussy pink and puffy and sensitive. She feels like she's about to burn up from the inside, swallowed up by the flames of arousal licking at her belly. Suddenly, she desperately wants to know what she looks like when she comes. A shiver courses through her body. She wets her lips. “Unnie?” Minhee hums to show that she's listening. “Please make me come?”
Hyunjin feels the curve of Minhee's smile against her skin. “Gladly.” She slides her fingers back inside, three of them this time, and Hyunjin moans so loudly, she's sure they'll get another neighbor complaint. Like that time where Minhee had tied her to the bed and used a vibrator on her until she was sobbing from overstimulation. Hyunjin holds the back of her hand to her own mouth in an attempt to stifle the undignified whimpers that pour from her as Minhee fucks her with her fingers. The hand that had still been groping Hyunjin's breast joins the other, rubbing Hyunjin's clit with slow circles, and in what seems to be no time at all, Hyunjin is nearing the edge.
“Un-nie,” Hyunjin stammers. “Oh, p-please, can I co-come?”
“Eyes open,” Minhee orders, and Hyunjin fights against the heaviness of her eyelids to keep watching, to look at herself as she falls apart under Minhee's skilled hands. “Come.”
Jump.
How high.
Hyunjin squeaks as she reaches her climax. She sees her pussy clenching, throbbing, convulsing around Minhee's fingers in a sporadic rhythm, sees the opalescent slick that gushes out and spreads on Minhee's hand and soaks into the sheets. Minhee works her through it until the touches become just shy of too much, and Hyunjin has to reach down to stop the hand still relentlessly rolling her clit. She feels completely boneless. The ragdoll comparison has never been more accurate. She barely even has it in her to react when Minhee pulls her fingers out, though she does blush at the debauched sight of her own creamy pussy. Now that the fog of arousal is lifting, she feels shy about it again. This time when she turns her head away, Minhee doesn't stop her. “Embarrassing,” Hyunjin mumbles.
“It's not,” Minhee objects. “It's beautiful. You're beautiful.” Hyunjin feels a sappy smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Instead of letting it take over, she forcefully turns them downward in a pout because she knows it'll make Minhee compliment her more, even though they're both fully aware that Hyunjin is fishing for it. “You're always so beautiful. Especially when you come.”
Hyunjin can't hold back her pleased giggle now. “Yeah?” she says and meets Minhee's eyes in the mirror. Minhee nods. Hyunjin drags her bottom lip through her teeth and requests: “Do it again so I can watch my face this time?” Minhee's smile is blinding.