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Sharp black nails caress the soft skin of your legs at a painfully slow pace, eyes gazing at you through the dark overgrown bangs she'd been meaning to get cut for weeks now. She just couldn’t find time to do it, lately she was oversaturated with work and you knew it, you knew it and still you had pushed her buttons mercilessly up until this point.
You knew the slow drag of her fingers over your needy thighs was well deserved, as well as the intentional avoidance of her hands on your most needy parts. You haven’t been the most patient partner these weeks, teasing the already frustrated woman at any chance you had.
Hyun-ju thought she had already grown used to your cheeky attitude. Something that made her fall for you was the way you'd often tease her shy self, making her blush with little inappropriate comments in public or by eliciting reactions out of her that she didn’t know she was capable of. It was cute how you had her wrapped around your finger despite her being the most experienced out of the two.
You personally loved breaking through her responsible and composed façade just to get a bold reaction out of the woman. There was something so satisfying about seeing someone so delicate and reserved snapping and falling apart because of you. Seeing her usually tender eyes get darker or seeing her lose a smidge of control over her reactions.
In Hyun-ju's case, when you manage to make her run out of the endearingly and never-ending patience she has for you, it could go two ways:
1. She matched your energy, playfully biting back as much as her reserved self would allow her. A timid smile on her face as she teased you, trying to mimic your mischievous energy. It was cute to see her try, she always looked so adorable trying to one you up.
2. She gets frustrated. When your teasing stopped being playful and it started being needy, bratty. It happened when you tried to get under her skin, when there was a purpose behind your blunt antics. And that purpose was making her lose control, to get a glimpse of that rare version of her where she acts on her lust selfishly, when she stops treating you so carefully and wants you to learn a lesson.
This time you aimed for the later, but what you didn’t see coming this time was her adamant disposition to let go and lash her frustrations out on you. You had tried everything by now, but she wouldn’t yield. When you wore revealing clothes, she'd either avoid looking at you or give you a disapproving look. If you tried to grind your body against hers when she slipped in bed after finishing her work for the day at late hours of the night, she'd stop your hips with a firm grab. Your bold comments while they seemed to make her clench her jaw, she'd act as if she hadn’t hear you.
It was getting frustrating getting yourself off in your shared bed when you knew she was working her ass off in the living room. Your fingers felt slow and short in comparison to hers, it never felt enough, and you were growing tired of it.
Your physical indisposition wasn’t the only problem, she also gave you nothing to work with. She had barely touched you lately and your make out sessions were reduced to merely chaste pecks.
It was 1AM when you began trying on a lacy underwear set you had begged her to buy you a month ago, before she got chained to her work. You had thought of spicing it up instead of the usual jerk off session on your pajamas, because working off memories was proving to not be enough anymore, you needed more vivid material.
You tried imagining her pretty lips placing kisses on the edge of the lacy red bra as she whispered praises against the wet marks she left behind, and it worked for a while, but opening your eyes to not seeing her over your body brought you back down, impossible to reach your climax without the real thing.
With a scoff you put on a shirt and walked off to the kitchen with the idea of getting some cereal to watch a show. You pay no mind to the black haired woman sitting under the light of her lamp typing on her laptop, as you were sure she'd do the same with you.
Making sure to keep it as quiet as possible you start preparing your snack, unaware of the eyes firmly fixed on the back of your figure.
As you turn around to head off to your room you catch the focused eyes of your girlfriend on the lower part of your body. She didn’t look away, too tired to realize your attention was on her.
"Baby?" Your soft voice got her out of her trance immediately, eyes back to the screen of her computer.
Hesitantly you began to walk towards her, unsure of what you're going to do, but desperate enough to try to do something.
"You look tired" you whispered as you caressed carefully her scalp, fingers brushing her soft short hair tenderly.
"Don't start, I've had enough of that this week" she covered the small groan that escaped her lips with a defeated sigh.
"You were the one staring, I was just getting my cereals" a satisfied grin made way into your face, to which she only scoffed to. "Hey, you're supposed to be the mature one"
Her eyes snapped to you, eyebrow arched in disbelief. Your smug grin grew on your face, finally getting a reaction out of her.
"You're being so cold with me," your grin was replaced with a fake pout, bending to be on the same level as her face.
"Aren't you supposed to take care of me?" you whispered, lips dangerously close to hers.
You slightly jumped when she abruptly got up from her seat, her tall frame backing you up against her desk.
"I don’t take care of you, brat?"
Her hands caged you between her desk and her body. Your heart rate picked up excitedly thinking about her finally fucking you after so long.
Your confidence shrank under her intimidating gaze, formerly teasing eyes looking up at her innocently.
"Cat got your tongue?"
You remain silent. Her eyes go back to the lacy panties you two didn’t even have the time to use yet and you watched her shallow, dominance slipping off her fingers for a brief second as she thought about how ridiculously beautiful they looked on you.
She slips a hand under your shirt to feel the matching bra and closed her eyes as she noticed how well it fit the shape of your breasts.
When she met your eyes again, she saw a playful grin plastered on your face, as if you had won this one.
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That's how you'd end up on your shared bed with your legs thrown over her shoulders.
"What's wrong?"
You look at her, incredulous, as she worked around your clit for the eighteenth time tonight. She looked up at you through her lashes, her usually perfect eyeliner slightly smudged in the edges. A broken whine leaves your lips when you catch a fleeting glimpse of her lips covered in your arousal.
"I'm sorry" you didn’t mean to sound half as pathetic as you did, but the pent-up need got the best of you.
Tears formed on the corner of your eyes and Hyun-ju found herself enjoying it a little too much. She saw your hole clenching around nothing while she licked and kissed around the slick skin of your lips.
"I'm sorry, damn- Please, I mean it" you cried, unfocused eyes looking down at her pleadingly, "it hurts, please"
When her tongue finally connected with your throbbing bundle of nerves, you groaned in relief. Her wet tongue slowly drew circles on your clit the way she knew that drives you crazy.
You grind against her tongue, too impatient for her chosen pace, and surprisingly she lets you. She watches you desperately using her tongue to get yourself off, eyes squished shut and tears running beautifully down your cheeks.
When you bite your lips and your movements become sloppier and messy she knows you're close. She grins as she gets her tongue off you when you're about to reach your climax, hearing the much-expected whine that left your pouty lips.
"I don't want you to cum yet"
Gently bringing your body closer to her she positions both your heats against each other.
"Fuck" you hissed when your slick cunt touched hers.
She quickly started moving against you, pleasure taking over her frustrated body. Pent up frustration setting the pace with which she rubbed herself against your body.
Your previously built-up climax arrived quickly. Your body tensed against her, and you kissed her plump lips as you fell from your high, tasting your slick on her tongue.
She knew her neglected body wouldn't last much more than you, the friction of your soaked cunt was driving her insane. Her breathing became more strained, and her movements were becoming messier.
The warm feeling of your wetness against her aching clit didn’t take too long to throw her over the edge, lips whispering soft praises against your skin as she came.
Her exhausted body fell on top of yours, breath ragged and sweaty bangs sticking adorably to her forehead.
"Need a break?" you smirked, petting her hair as she rested her head in your neck.
She giggled against your sweaty skin. "Shut up, I still got a few more for tonight"