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The pen and paper left strewn across the coffee table were the only remnants of the paper thin excuse for the two women’s late night rendezvous. The almost empty bottle of wine was less an excuse and more of a timer, each glass ticking down, fraying at the patience of whoever was more frustrated that evening. Often, as was the case, Jihyo was the first to snap, but unusually she had the position of power, the stronger hand. Dahyun had little control over the details of the night’s events, despite having willingly walked herself into the well kept apartment of her frequent collaborator.
She knew exactly what Jihyo would ask for, what she would have to do. Jihyo was so predictable in her desires.
(Dahyun was equally predictable, when her sweetly earned turn came. Next time perhaps.)
“You're too petite Dahyun, so little and slim, so fuckable it drives me insane.” Jihyo groaned out, rolling her head backwards onto the back rest of the sofa, Dahyun gripping her tie tightly, slightly constricting her airway. Of course, Dahyun, the little minx, had her pinned under her, knees on either side of her hips, tiny dress riding up just enough to show off the lacy panties underneath. The view was sinful enough for Jihyo to wonder if this was heaven or hell.
“Now unnie, I thought we had a song to write?” The words whispered into her sensitive throat before she captured her mouth in another searing kiss. For a woman who was never spoken badly about by anyone, Jihyo didn't know where the devilish side of her came from.
And did it only come out for her? She banished the thought, too close to sentimental for comfort, not for something so transactional.
For the two duelling singers, producers, composers- artists - this sacred dance was all part of the process now, a key step to deliver a perfect project. A method separate from the madness to construct gold. The pleasure was almost a secondary objective to the real goal, the songs. But the pair couldn't deny the anticipation they felt, the conflicting emotions of needing the win for themselves and the knowledge that even in losing they were never really losing.
It went something like this: Whenever either producer had a song do well on the charts, the pair’s indefinite wager had them meeting up to inspire their next song. The person with the most recent hit had control, but that didn't stop the night from taking any turns they fancied. Often they got too caught up in each other to keep score, once the first couple of rounds were out of the way it was an even playing field.
“I've been missing this Jihyo, you took too long to catch up with me,” Dahyun paused in her rhythmic grinding to giggle at her own thoughts, quick to share them with the room, “ Baby I'm missing you, missing youuu .”
The giggles were muffled quickly by Jihyo biting Dahyun's lip and pulling her closer, one strong hand on the back of Dahyun's neck to lock her into position. The passionate embrace had her moaning, one strong hand grabbing her still grinning face to catch her eye.
“So fuckin' egotistical, quoting your own song when I'm about to fuck you? Kim Dahyun, you're something else.”
The clash of egos made it fun, the mutual respect made it intense but safe and the low stakes rivalry provided the reason for the dalliances.
Outside of their nights together they were perfectly professional, friends even, bonded by mutual admiration of their craft. But on nights like these they could let their mouths run.
“If I quote one of yours will that make you come too quickly Park? Because I can if that's something you'd li- uuuhhh! Fuck! ”
A well-timed knee jerk silenced the snarky remark. Jihyo often found that behind the pleasant, polite and polished exterior, Dahyun had quite the mouth on her.
The business relationship had started, unsurprisingly, when both women had been in a creative rut, uninspired sexual flings ruining attempts at crafting seductive new songs for some barely legal starlet they were assigned. Dahyun, fresh off a relationship with a sad breakup, had three years of mediocre sex under belt, while Jihyo, unable to find someone she could bring herself to care about, only had forgettable one night stands in recent memory.
They had been at Jihyo's apartment, somewhere Dahyun had been only a few times before, for smaller industry gatherings or the occasional finishing touches of a song she'd shopped around that Jihyo was producing. It was a nice place, the home studio less stifling than spending an evening at either of their companies and Jihyo had cracked open a bottle of wine to help them relax and get in the right headspace.
The brief was simple, stupidly simple, and yet any form of melody or lyrics evaded them. Dahyun couldn't conjure up a single sexy thought and Jihyo felt equally tongue tied, tripping over cliches as chords fell flat.
Rubbing her eyes, Jihyo groaned in frustration, the lack of progress clearly getting to her. Normally Dahyun would try to keep the mood bright but she was equally fed up by the whole process. The sofa at the back of the studio they were sat on felt too comfortable to stay awake when there was no mental stimulation happening.
“We're going nowhere fast Kim, I'm sexually frustrated,” She gestured at herself before waving at Dahyun, “You're sexually boring, might as well call it a night.”
Dahyun had, naturally, taken offence to the blanket statement of her lifestyle.
“What the fuck Park?”
Jihyo smirked, happy to find something to break the monotony of a failed songwriting exercise. Her arm on the back of the sofa encroached on her space.
“I said what I said, Kim, can't imagine you were getting the good stuff with Hirai, she strikes me as a bottom and you need someone to,” She lolled her head towards her, making a deliberate point of eyeing Dahyun's entire body, “Really force you to let loose.”
As offended as she was, it stung Dahyun how accurate Jihyo was in her assessment. Love had fuelled her previous relationship as far as it could go, but her restlessness in a sexually vanilla relationship had grated on her. After all the tears and the distance provided by time, Dahyun had thrown herself into work, but the songs came out wistful, miles away from what was needed for this song. If Jihyo was sexually frustrated then Dahyun was likely reaching whole new levels never before seen. It had been cute with Momo, just hot enough and just often enough to keep the edge off. Until it wasn't. Still, the good memories were there and Jihyo's dismissal of a nice relationship angered her.
“And what,” Dahyun scoffed, “You don't seem to be doing any better on your side, groupies not doing it for you any more?”
“Oooh, princess has bite,” Jihyo grinned, “I didn't expect that from you.” She settled herself back in her chair, legs spread, running her hands through her hair, leaving it hanging artfully tousled. It pissed Dahyun off.
“And no,” Jihyo continued, “My ‘groupies’ have not been doing it for me, they're missing something, too easy, I don't know.” She groaned, almost completely forgetting about Dahyun as she continued ranting, “Like, yeah they're hot, but there's no tension, no substance, I get them off then I get off. Their bodies are nice and they react… right but I need more passion and I don't know how to get that. Sometimes it feels like I'm just masturbating with more steps-”
Dahyun threw up her hands, closing her eyes tightly to avoid Jihyo's lewd hand gestures.
“Okay, yep, I get it, everyone's too vanilla for big bad Park Jihyo.”
Dahyun didn't need to hear any more of Jihyo's exploits, but not for the reason she expected. The room felt warmer than before, the wine bottle completely empty but half a bottle was only enough to get her tipsy. She was vaguely aware, from other sources, of Jihyo's prowess in bed, she had been described as relentless by at least one of their mutual friends. The lack of action in Dahyun's own sex life must have been getting to her, paired with a slightly overactive imagination. Jihyo's hands had been dancing over her keyboard all night, giving her ample time to realise how dextrous they were, never mind that the warmth had also gotten to her, at some point she'd lost her hoodie leaving her in a tank top that showed off her well defined shoulders.
“I bet not everyone…” Jihyo said, Dahyun not missing the way she licked her lips and gave her another once over. Dahyun squirmed under the heated gaze.
The movement did not go unnoticed.
“Come on Kim, I'm frustrated, you're frustrated, it doesn't have to mean anything,” Jihyo leaned over towards her, when had she gotten that close?
“Let me set you loose.”
Her self control snapped.
She wrapped a hand around the back of Jihyo's neck, pulling her in roughly, lips connecting, teeth clashing.
It was rough, it was messy, it was passionate. It was everything she'd needed. Hands palmed her ass, ran through her hair, brushed her breast. They made out desperately, the monotony of the evening breaking into a passionate frenzy, bitten lips and wanton moaning. Sometimes a hand made its way close to her core, exploring everywhere.
Jihyo seemed to be enjoying herself.
Laughing into her mouth, Jihyo wrapped an arm around Dahyun's slim waist, easily pulling her up into her lap in a smooth move. It took one more small urging for Dahyun to wrap her legs around Jihyo's hips, lips never disconnecting until an errant tug at short brown hair had Jihyo moan loudly.
“As much as fucking you here in the studio sounds so hot,” Jihyo kissed her way up Dahyun's neck, “I have a perfectly serviceable bed in the next room and I want to see you grasping my sheets.”
A roll of her hips, grinding into Jihyo's stomach, was Dahyun's only response.
It took them some minutes for Jihyo direct them through multiple doors, pausing to press Dahyun up against a wall when the friction wasn't enough. A pristine manicure drew stripes across broad shoulders every time Dahyun's own hit a wall, riling Jihyo up further.
“You're so horny it makes you look stupid Park.”
The jibe came at the exact point they made it into the master bedroom and Dahyun was deposited unceremoniously onto a pristine bed. In the small moment before Jihyo followed, Dahyun took stock, arms splayed out behind her, legs open for Jihyo to slot herself in between. Realising she was far too over dressed, she threw off her baggy t-shirt, possibly the least sexy item of clothing she owned. Groaning in response, Jihyo pulled her her own vest top over her head, leaving only a small golden chain on her top half.
Dahyun was awestruck.
Prowling onto the bed, Jihyo caged her in, their lips meeting again, giving Dahyun the opportunity to fondle Jihyo's breast, tweaking her nipple to great effect. Eager to keep in some control, deft fingers unclipped Dahyun's bra and quickly tossed to it to one side, allowing Jihyo's talented mouth unfettered access to her perky breasts.
“You might be a whore Park,” Dahyun grunted out, “But fuck if you're not good at being one.”
She guided their lips back together, her other hand making its sneaky way into Jihyo's sweats, and deeper into her underwear. Her clit was hard and easy to find, every flick sending shock waves rippling down the spine of the woman on top.
“Fuck you're soaking,” Dahyun said with awe, sinking one finger in easily, then two, “I turn you on that much? Have you been waiting for this opportunity?”
A strangled “No” was the only response to her question as Jihyo went wild trying to find some release. Her walls clenched around Dahyun's fingers, three now, while her thumb rubbed Jihyo's pulsing clit.
“I don't know how anyone can leave you alone,” Hips bucked into her, “Fuck you're so hot Kim.”
Her face was buried in the crook of her shoulder, the words muffled into vibrations that sent shivers through her body. Jihyo's movements got more and more erratic as she edged closer to her peak. It was a thing of wonder, watching Park Jihyo rut into her hand, mumbling out curses and half finished thoughts. Her arms planted either side of her head while she kissed her messily, biceps flexing to keep herself in place above a mesmerised Dahyun.
Her orgasm came suddenly, all movements stilled, hips rolled one last time as she clenched hard around Dahyun's fingers. Jihyo's breath came in pants, shoulders flexing as she lowered herself down onto the woman below her. A sense of vulnerability washed over Dahyun, as Jihyo's eyes flickered up to meet hers, the kiss that followed softer and slower than any of the others.
They lay there like that, making out slowly, testing each other's limits until Dahyun could feel the waves of impatience begin to roll off Jihyo. The kiss turned sharp, a bite of her lip shocking her eyes open to meet the hungry eyes of the older woman.
“My turn.”
The position changed.
Dahyun found her sweats pulled off, leaving her bare in front of Jihyo, who had also shed the remainder of her own clothes. Quickly she was pulled back into Jihyo's lap, hands running themselves down her body, unable to stop pulling her closer.
Impatient fingers worked their way into the slim woman, eliciting a gasp of shock. Jihyo's fingers slid in with zero resistance, Dahyun's arousal overflowing from being left wanting for so long and she couldn't bring herself to be embarrassed.
“God you feel so good around my fingers Kim.”
She ground down in response, looking for more, letting out a small whimper as she tried to find the friction. A throaty groan escaped Jihyo.
“Maybe all we needed was to let off steam… or the inspiration of a good woman.”
Despite her situation, Dahyun couldn't help but laugh.
“Well when I get that number one off this song, hngg, I’ll be sure to credit your fingers for inspiration Park.”
“Cockiness suits you Kim, and I'm sure my fingers can be very inspiring,” Jihyo punctuated the sentence with a flex of her fingers, “But it's gonna be my song at number one.”
Dahyun couldn't respond, partly because Jihyo had chosen to kiss her deeply and partly because an errant thumb brushed her clit, jolting all thoughts from her head.
“I’ll bet you I can get to the top of the charts first Park.”
Her mouth was cashing cheques she wasn't sure she'd be able to pay but in the moment it was enough to fuel Jihyo's fire and that's all she needed.
“Well when I take the top spot I'll accept payment with you on your knees,” Jihyo’s other thumb ran over Dahyun's bottom lip, “Pretty little mouth and a sharp tongue, what's not to love?”
“Well-” Dahyun's witty retorts was cut short by Jihyo removing her fingers swiftly, leaving her teetering at the edge of her orgasm, “What the fuck Park- you have go to be kidding-”
She felt herself fall back onto the bed, one hand pushing her sternum firmly. The world toppled then Jihyo's lips met Dahyun’s clit and all thoughts were erased from her brain.
If Jihyo's mouth had been good at kissing then its fundamental purpose was to be eating a woman out. Her tongue slid against Dahyun, probing and flicking as she ensured no part of her remained untouched. A strong forearm locked over her hips, keeping her from grinding up as two fingers joined the sensory assault.
It didn't take long after that, some careful curls of Jihyo's fingers in combination with a suck of her clit, for Dahyun to fall apart.
The last shakes of Dahyun's orgasm were barely slowing before inspiration had struck Jihyo, the woman jumping out of bed and barely finding shorts and large tee to cover herself as she stumbled back into her home studio. Despite all natural desires otherwise, the desire to slip into a peaceful slumber for one, Dahyun's professional curiosity got the better of her. Finding a large hoodie on the floor somewhere, she followed her ears to the room where Jihyo sat, humming and noting things down on paper.
“I just can't leave you alone-”
Closer was a hit, Jihyo winning the unconfirmed wager laid down in the twilit bedroom, the young singer catapulted to the top of the charts with some risqué choreography to match the lilting words. That had been the first time the pair realised exactly what mutual benefits may arise from their entanglement. A celebration had been in order and Dahyun once again found herself at Jihyo's apartment. Their second time together was the first time they realised the competitive spirit driving each of them was the fire they needed, with Jihyo holding her new number one plaque over Dahyun’s head in a taunt that hit too close to home.
To the victor, goes the spoils , she murmured, as she guided Dahyun's head down her body. It didn't go unnoticed by either party how much the action had turned on the younger woman, the display of dominance going straight to her core. When Jihyo had reached down later, Dahyun perched on her lap, eager to return the favour, to find Dahyun soaking wet, barely pausing to rip the panties off her to make a comment. Good girls always are the dirtiest, god I never considered you for such a naughty girl though, Kim. The words sent a shudder through Dahyun's body in time with Jihyo sliding two fingers into her with ease. She ground down on the dextrous hand, accepting the taunting words and coming with stars behind her eyelids as Jihyo steadied her, kissing her shoulder and rubbing her back.
It made the difference, Dahyun supposed, that Jihyo was not a cruel person, she did understand the difference between the heat of the moment and the light of day. Comfortable in the knowledge that it wouldn't be held over her head, Dahyun could be free.
It excited her more than she wanted to admit.
It had taken Dahyun two months to get Scandal , her original offering for the challenge, into the hands of a different idol, one that had been under scrutiny for possible relationship rumours. Rumours , plural. One rumour could be buried, hints of two-timing needed a more direct response. Dahyun might have disagreed with the approach, would not have been her choice if she was an idol, but it had got her a number one plaque of her own. Controversy always sells.
Placed pride of place above her headboard where she had Jihyo lightly restrained, unable to do anything to ease her own arousal while Dahyun teased herself in front of her. It had not even been difficult to convince Jihyo into the handcuffs, almost feeling like she had just been waiting for someone to be daring enough to suggest it. Some might say that performing a strip tease in front of a naked and restrained Jihyo was a gift to the woman, but Dahyun knew well enough that she was a woman of action.
Not being in control irked her.
Besides, Dahyun thought as she slipped her tiny dress off, the strip tease was for her. Prim and proper Kim Dahyun, peeling off her lacy underwear and running her hands down her own, incredibly sexy body? This was the first time in her life she felt like it was all for her.
She took her time, letting small whimpers out as she teased her own breasts, her own clit, kneeling on her own bed.
Kim Dahyun, fucking herself with her own vibrator in front of a restrained woman, the clinking of the cuffs the only reminder that she should pay more attention to her guest. She opened her eyes to direct contact from Jihyo, a steely gaze matched by a clenched jaw.
The predatory look in Jihyo's eye was almost enough to have her come undone even without a vibrator to her clit. It didn't take long after that, hips stuttering, a small whine in her throat, a deep breath. Dahyun's pants filled the room as she paused to watch Jihyo, strong shoulders on full display as she rolled them and rubbed her thighs together, desperate for some friction. Eager to not let the moment pass, Dahyun slipped off the bed, looking for her next toy.
“Kim!” For the first time since being restrained, Jihyo sounded slightly nervous, like Dahyun was going to leave her high and dry. She could only giggle as she stopped at her chest of drawers, hearing the relieved sigh behind her as she searched for what she was looking for.
“As much as I love the view Kim,” Even on the back foot Jihyo couldn't help herself, “Some of us haven't had an orgasm yet.”
Turning back to the bed, favourite dildo already placed in a harness, Dahyun smiled, looking more seductive than anyone outside of the room would have fathomed.
“I don't think losers get to call the shots, Park, you can wait a little longer.”
And as she slipped the harness over Jihyo's willing hips, willing insofar as they craved any chance of friction, the urge to gloat fought its way to the forefront, having been kept valiantly back the whole evening.
To the victor go the spoils huh Park? The line was uttered with a smirk, seconds before Dahyun sank down on the strap-on, eliciting simultaneous moans from both women. It hadn't taken Dahyun long to reach her second orgasm of the night, in fact would have been embarrassing if Jihyo had any ability to track time in her lustful haze, but it must have felt like an eternity for the groaning woman under her. Hips bucked even as Dahyun braced herself on flexing abs, Jihyo trying desperately to get any friction to relieve her frustration.
Tears welled in the corners of the handcuffed woman's eyes when Dahyun eventually rode out her orgasm, sliding off the strap on shaky legs. She crawled up the bed to perch on Jihyo's flexing stomach, cupping her face to kiss her gently. Naturally, even restrained, Jihyo tried to take control, surging forward with a whimper and biting at her lip.
Dahyun grasped a fistful of hair, pulling her back. She cocked an eyebrow.
“Tell me what you want Park.”
The whine she let out was delicious, she knew exactly what Dahyun wanted to hear and was just desperate enough to actually say it. It didn't mean she wanted to.
“Let me come.”
Dahyun remained silent, waiting.
“Let me come, please .”
Flashing her signature grin, Dahyun made her move, reaching off to the side for something she had prepared earluer. She knew how much Jihyo enjoyed her going down on her, and who was Dahyun to take the rush of a win from Jihyo?
Tonight she was the loser.
The sound of the buzzing startled her, big eyes widening
“You didn't think I was going to reward you? You didn't think I was going to go down on you?” Dahyun cocked her head, “If I remember correctly I won this time Park…”
She lowered the vibrator towards Jihyo's centre, keeping eye contact with her, wanting to watch her reaction.
“You lost and losers don't get prizes.”
“ Fuck!”
The instant the toy made contact with her clit, Jihyo convulsed, shoulders straining against the restraints. It wouldn't take long for her to break, not with how intensely Dahyun had been teasing her all night.
“Please, please, please !”
Taking pity on her, Dahyun reached up to pinch Jihyo's nipple while turning up the vibrator.
Jihyo came with a strangled cry, body seizing before shuddering limply.
“You're,” She panted heavily, “Something else Kim Dahyun.”
Only giggles met her in response, Dahyun focusing more on removing the handcuffs and kissing Jihyo's wrists, rubbing some lotion where they were red. Despite being down on the orgasm count, the intensity of Jihyo's singular one left the woman exhausted.
It was cute, Dahyun thought, the big bad Park Jihyo sleepily pecking kisses on Dahyun's skin in return, looking extremely comfortable in Dahyun's bed. The first time Jihyo’s burst of energy had kept them up all night, in the studio - nowhere else, and Dahyun had been waved off with ordered in pastries and a hot chocolate (not coffee), as if nothing had happened. The second time Dahyun had been the one to get up and leave Jihyo's apartment, happily sated but not ready to stay over.
This time it looked like the choice had been made for them, as Jihyo could barely keep her eyes open while Dahyun found some loose shorts and a vest top for her to shuffle into.
“That was… very…” She yawned, “Fun, Dahyun.”
Dahyun would take fun.
“Good night unnie.”
In response, Jihyo just snuggled in closer, wrapping herself around her, already dozing off.
The second number one had solidified their game, the production line hit factory, lines traced across each other's back and notes hummed half asleep. Dahyun’s equaliser and own victory night had unleashed previously locked desires on both sides; Jihyo's hidden desire to be controlled and Dahyun's enjoyment of being debased and used. They were a perfect match on those terms, with no pressure or consequences they could act out their private pleasures under the pretence of losing.
Back in the present, it had been Jihyo's Don't Wanna Go Back that had had its moment on the charts, the reason for their meeting tonight.
“Uh, uh, uuuhhh ,” Jihyo wagged her finger, “We had a deal Kim, something about Cruel deserving a worthy opponent? You said I couldn't get a break-up song up the charts but I'll be seeing my check in the mail any day now.”
The Cruel jab stung, only because Dahyun hated to be on the receiving end of her own words, spoken in babbling pleasure during one of their previous dalliances.
With minor convincing and only two dirty looks, Dahyun sank to her knees in front of Jihyo, who took the opportunity to brush a strand of hair from her face. Then take a solid grip of her silky black hair. It had been years since Dahyun had dyed her hair, its healthy and beautiful length now a point of deep personal pride for her.
And it felt so good under Jihyo's fingers.
Her loose trousers were easy to slide down, Dahyun wasting no time to nip at the insides of Jihyo's thighs. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last, Dahyun knew what worked on Jihyo, the pleasure cut by pain worked for her. The tugs of her hair solidified her decisions, Jihyo responding well to Dahyun's attention.
“Who’d have thought, nngg , perfect, pretty, oh yeah , Kim Dahyun, on her knees, just for me-”
The dirty talk was a formality, neither would say anything the other hadn't previously accepted, but they each were the only person they would let see them at their most base. There was something freeing, something vulnerable, about sharing one's deepest sexual desires with a person solely so they could use them against you when they taunted your loss. The humiliation they might have felt softened by the promised pleasure and the intricate game they played outlining rules and boundaries.
“You're so prim and proper, and sooo good with your mouth,” Jihyo was rambling slightly, as she tended to do, “Imagine what they'd say if they saw you.”
Not completely submissive, Dahyun bit hard into Jihyo's inner thigh, earning a harsh tug of her hair in response. She couldn't stifle the moan it pulled out of her, earning a harsh laugh from Jihyo.
“Hirai didn't know how to handle all this did she?”
It wasn't the first time Jihyo had mentioned Momo while they were fucking, their friendly, not-so-friendly relationship was, well, weird, in Dahyun's opinion but it was an easy way to raise the stakes.
Jihyo definitely got off on it.
Not letting it go, she rolled her eyes visibly, doubling her efforts to make Jihyo come.
“But I know how to handle all this, fuck! ”
The grasp in her hair tightened and Dahyun's face was suddenly tight against the juncture of Jihyo's hips, who had one leg thrown errantly over Dahyun's shoulder with her foot digging into the small of her back.
Jihyo wasn't loud. Unlike in the rest of her life, during sex she was verbal and intense yes, but not loud.
“ Yesss ,” she hissed out, sinking back onto the sofa, releasing her grasp on Dahyun, who took the opportunity to slide up and kiss Jihyo, who freely let it happen as she tasted herself on Dahyun's lips. The kiss was languid, unhurried, but for once Dahyun was the impatient one.
When Jihyo said she liked being on her knees it was not an understatement, she could feel the wetness pooling between her legs.
She stood up, made a show of fake dusting herself off and then dropped her dress, leaving her bare bar the lacy, soaked through panties. She leaned over Jihyo on the sofa, fondling her tie.
“Show me how you handle ‘all this’ then, unless you're all talk?”
Her grip tightened on the tie, forcing Jihyo to look at her directly. Still hazy with post orgasm lust, Jihyo's eyes sharpened and flickered over Dahyun's body.
Questioning Jihyo's prowess was a sure fire way to a good time.
Giving her no time to react further, Dahyun turned on her heel walking swiftly to Jihyo's bedroom, somewhere she had become intimately familiar with over the months. She paused at the door frame, throwing a coy look over her shoulder before shimmying her panties down her legs and slowly stepping out of them. She barely had time to keep going into the bedroom before Jihyo rushed over to her, scooping her up in her arms and throwing her onto the bed while she stood at the end. Her shirt was half undone and her tie and trousers had disappeared, Jihyo's matching simple white underwear set contrasting her tanned skin well.
On the bed, Dahyun had one last card to play, splaying her legs and running her hand down her body until her fingers could part her folds. Jihyo was entranced, eyes following the motion intently.
“You're such a fucking dirty tease Kim Dahyun,” She growled, walking to Dahyun's personal favourite drawer, “I'm gonna fuck you into the bed until you can't walk tomorrow.”
Idly, Dahyun continued to play with herself, one hand teasing her breast as she settled herself on the pillows, careful not to work herself up too much. Jihyo could be much more cruel if she was trying to edge her.
“Is that a promise?” she called out.
Jihyo returned to her spot, fully naked with Dahyun's preferred strap around her hips, easily slipping into control of the situation again.
“More of a threat,” she said casually, prowling up the bed, tone not matching her actions. When she was eye to eye with Dahyun the fake cock between her legs bobbed up and down, occasionally tapping her sensitive spot. Jihyo grabbed the hand that was still circling and pulled it away, anchoring herself with her hand above Dahyun's head while the other lined herself up with the sopping entrance.
She entered with a short, sharp thrust, giving Dahyun no time to adjust to the size. The gasp she let out was swallowed by Jihyo's mouth on hers, a bruising kiss to match the bruising pace. Her legs folded up on her, almost onto Jihyo's shoulders if it wasn't for the rough pace making everything more unstable, but the stretch and subsequent burn was there anyway. The wild fucking was enough to make Dahyun lose her mind but she still wanted more, she wanted to be ruined.
“Unnie, please , please, I need you deeper,” Dahyun whined, clutching the bed sheets and Jihyo as she tried to ground herself somewhere.
“Of course you need it deeper,” she punctuated the statement with a thrust, “Kim Dahyun begging for my dick, like the slut you are.”
The statement set Dahyun off, clenching hard as she felt Jihyo bite her shoulder. The feeling was overwhelming, Jihyo's all encompassing presence and safety overwhelming as she cried out through her orgasm, the strap on riding her through it, Jihyo's hips jogging in and out as she muttered small placations in her ear.
“That's my good girl.”
“You take me so well.”
“You’re the only one who gets it.”
The last one puzzled and orgasm dazed Dahyun, but peppered kisses over her face distracted her. They made out lazily on the bed, occasionally bemoaning the strap getting in the way until Jihyo got pissed off enough to hastily remove it, quickly returning to slot herself against Dahyun's still wet core and grind slowly.
They stayed like that for a while, embracing each other more tenderly than ever before, rocking against each other until the feeling got too much. Dahyun giggled as Jihyo got more sloppy, chasing her orgasm at the expense of everything.
“You're so- you're so predictable Park.”
Reaching down between them, Dahyun found her clit to help her along, accidentally bumping her own in the process, causing joint moans.
“It's not my faut-” Jihyo panted, rolling her hips down to get more friction, “It's not my fault I go for what I want, and all I can think about is you now.”
The admission stunned Dahyun, taking the edge off her arousal while Jihyo chased her own orgasm. Her repeated, Fuck Dahyun you're so hot, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck , took Dahyun back to the edge until she was also moaning into Jihyo's mouth, Jihyo no one fucks me like you do, please, please, pleasee-
They came together, crashing down to the bed, sweating profusely from the night's activities. They lay in silence, staring at the ceiling of Jihyo's bedroom, both realising exactly what they'd just admitted to in the heat of the moment. But the atmosphere didn't feel intense, more that they were accepting that what had once been a release of sexual frustration had morphed into something more and could develop into something even further.
“We should probably stop pretending this is just about the songs, huh Jihyo?”
Lying flat on her back, Jihyo barked out a laugh and broke into a proper grin, eyes twinkling as she rolled to face Dahyun and trace small patterns on her stomach.
“What are you saying Dahyun? Wanna take me out on a date?” The smugness rolling off of her was infuriating.
“Sounds like you want to take me out on a date, you should woman up!” Dahyun huffed out, rolling to face away from Jihyo, whose laughs got harder until Dahyun could feel her presence behind her and feel the small kisses peppering her shoulders.
“Okay, okay!” Jihyo came around to her side, tilting Dahyun’s face towards her, “Kim Dahyun, I think you're one of the most interesting people I've ever met in my life and you're worth far more than some stupid hook up bet thing we have going on, can I take you out for a proper date?”
It was a forgone conclusion, but Dahyun could never make it that easy for her.
“As long as you promise to keep fucking me like that I'll do literally anything you want.”
This time it was Jihyo's turn to be indignant, huffing and puffing behind her as she sulked.
“ Wow , I was trying to be a bit romantic and here you are, ruining the mood, you just want me for my body.”
Pouncing on an adorably pouting Jihyo, Dahyun grinned, “I want you for your body yes,” Jihyo turned her face away, Dahyun having to pull it back to look at her, poking her wrinkled forehead, “I also want you for everything else about you.”
Jihyo's eyes crinkled as she blushed adorably.
“However this doesn't mean our standing arrangement lapses,” Dahyun squeezed Jihyo's shoulder, “I can't have you winning the last one.”
Jihyo wrapped her arms around Dahyun's waist, “Oh Miss Kim, I think it's only gonna get more fun from here on out.”