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Cheers could still be heard from the crowd, the air electric in the break room. The group had just performed an encore performance for their title track ‘UNIQUE’, having just won an award for the album. When they entered the room, the girls were met with smiling faces, balloons, congratulations, and cake. It was all so positively overwhelming for Shota.
There was one thing that was bothering her though.
Jongseob.
Their outfits were on the darker side today. Jongseob wore a fitted tank top underneath a black leather jacket that practically swallowed her. Dark grey baggy jeans pooled around her shiny combat boots that had pointy silver spikes protruding at almost every angle. Her makeup was heavy, glittery and absolutely stunning; Shota would almost be jealous if she wasn’t so fond of the look on Jongseob. Her dirty blonde hair flowed past her shoulders, reaching the small of her back and swayed with every step she took.
However, none of that was the issue. It was that damn collar.
The black leather collar that clung to her thin neck with silver studs. A shiny ring hanging from the middle that clinked every so often. Perfect for a leash. Or in Shota’s head, her own hand. And clearly, Jongseob had the same thing in mind.
Every chance the blonde got, she tugged on that damn ring. For a selfie, for a group photo, for an ending fairy. Every single time, her finger was wrapped around that ring.
Shota’s foot tapped against the tile floor, staring holes into Jongseob. Yet Jongseob didn't look back. Feigning innocence as she scrolled mindlessly on her phone.
“Alright girlies, time to go home! I’m so proud of all you, you all did great. I would say we go out and celebrate with dinner, but I’m lowkey tired as fuck! So maybe tomorrow.” Keeho announced once all the staff had left.
Jiung laughed way too obnoxiously at that, getting a judgemental side eye from Theo.
“I second that.” Intak mumbled from the couch, all of her usual energy drained from the exhausting choreo.
The group started gathering their belongings, Shota grabbing her bag and standing next to Jongseob who was still playing on her phone. She didn't look up or acknowledge Shota in any way, simply just scrolling. Minutes passed and all the members were gone besides the two of them. Shota whined impatiently.
“What do you want, bunny?” Jongseob asked not looking up from her phone, her tone flat with only a hint of amusement.
“Home.” Shota replied softly.
“Mm.” Jongseob shut her phone off, slipping it in her pocket, finally looking up at her girlfriend.
Her deep brown eyes bore into Shota, making the brunette’s heart race. With a small movement of her leg, Jongseob nudged Shota with her foot.
“Well, grab my bag then.”
Immediately, Shota whipped around, grabbing Jongseob’s bag and slinging it over her shoulder. Jongseob slowly stood from her place on the couch, antagonizing Shota with her nonchalance.
“Come.” Jongseob beckoned, walking out of the room. Shota quickly followed, shaking with anticipation.
—~×~—
Once the dorm room closed, Shota dropped the bags on the floor, immediately closing in on Jongseob.
“Impatient.” Jongseob mumbled, though her voice lacked malice. She clicked her tongue.
“Want you.” Shota breathed into her neck, placing soft kisses wherever she could. The collar was in the way though. Luckily, Jongseob realized that, grabbed the silver ring and pulled down so more skin would be at Shota’s mercy. It only stirred the heat in Shota’s stomach however.
“Stop that.” She growled, furrowing her brows.
“Hm? Stop what?” Jongseob raised her brow, looking at Shota with all the innocence in the world.
“That.” Shota stared at the ring in Jongseob’s hand. The blonde chuckled.
“What are you gonna do about it, hm?”
At that, Shota grabbed the ring from Jongseob's hand, pulling her close. A yelp came from Jongseob that was quickly silenced as Shota pressed her lips into hers. Biting at Jongseob’s lip, Shota slipped her free hand underneath her girlfriend’s puffy jacket, sliding it off her arms. It landed on the floor with a small poof as Shota’s hands started to wander down Jongseob’s thin body.
Trying to escape Shota’s lustful wrath, Jongseob pulled back for air, panting heavily.
“Bedroom.”
Shota hummed, considering the option. Whatever her Seobie wanted. Picking her up by the waist, Shota hoisted her up and bent Jongseob over her broad shoulder.
“Yah!” Jongseob shrieked as she was flung around, kicking her feet in the air.
Shota lightly smacked her ass as she sauntered over to their bedroom, “Stay still.”
Jongseob went limp in defeat, her face flushing ever so slightly over the fact the smack to her ass sent a spark straight to her crotch. Shota pushed open the door and gently placed Jongseob on the bed. For a moment, she just admired the girl on the bed. Her heavy lidded, droopy eyes still adorned with glitter and eyeshadow, her smooth legs that were bent slightly to allure Shota, the way the black tank top hugged her frame. She was beautiful.
Kneeling on the bed over Jongseob, Shota ripped off her own shirt, revealing a simple black sports bra. Jongseob wasn't opposed to the sight by any means; looking up at Shota and salivating at the sight of her toned body and abs. Shota leaned down, her hands exploring Jongseob's sides, hiking up the tank top the farther she went. It was no shock to her that Jongseob went without a bra - there was barely a need for one with what little she had there - but she groaned at the thought of her being braless all day. She kissed at Jongseob’s neck hastily, sucking marks into the skin for her to admire later.
“Wanna ruin you.” She bit down, causing Jongseob to moan.
“What are you waiting for then?”
Shota slowly rose, her lips wet with her own saliva. She hooked her finger along the waistline of Jongseob’s shorts, dragging them off of her legs and tossed them across the room. Jongseob squirmed slightly, now just in her panties, Shota’s gaze unfaltering and hungry. Shota licked her lips at the sight, taking two fingers and tracing them along Jongseob’s inner thigh, slowly reaching up to her pussy. Jongseob’s breathing was heavy now, wetness starting to pool and soak through her panties.
“Fuck, don't tease me, Shota.” She whined, throwing her head back as Shota’s fingers ghosted across the wet spot.
“You like it.” Shota smirked. She was right afterall. Jongseob loved playing games and was always the one to tease. She was impatient tonight, however. She needed Shota inside of her.
“Just fuck me, please.”
“Mm… that’s no way to ask, kitty.”
Jongseob groaned at the pet name, another wave a slick pulsing through her and soaking her panties even more.
“Shota~” She put on her sweetest voice, locking eyes with the girl on top of her, “Please put your cock in me, I need you. Please.”
Without a second thought, Shota crawled over to the nightstand, opening the second drawer and rustling around. It didn't take her long to find what she wanted. Tossing the harness and dildo aside, she opened the bottle of lube and squirted a good amount onto her fingers, rubbing it together to warm it up.
“Gotta prep you first.”
Jongseob groaned in dismay, just wanting to be stuffed at this point. Shota inched her way back to Jongseob, pulled off her panties, making Jongseob’s breath hitch as the cold air hit her exposed skin. Shota spread her girlfriend's lips open, admiring the view in front of her before slowly sticking a finger inside. Jongseob twitched at the intrusion, getting used to it as Shota slid her finger in and out carefully. The feeling of Shota working her open ever so slowly killed her. Jongseob whined when another finger was finally added, Shota’s pace increasing. She felt like she was losing her mind as Shota’s rough and calloused fingers caressed her insides, scissoring open and curling every so often.
Shota leaned forward, licking up Jongseob’s stomach all the way up to her small tits.
“So pretty like this.” Shota whispered between kisses to Jongseob’s breast, sucking lightly on her nipple. Jongseob threw her head back, eyes tightly shut as she moved her hips on Shota’s fingers.
“More, Sho.” She desperately whined.
“You know how to ask.”
“Pleasee Shota, I need more.”
“Good girl.”
A third finger was pushed into Jongseob’s pussy, Shota now thrusting into her faster. Small pants and whines escaped Jongseob's lips. Shota made her way up her girlfriend's neck, her eyes fixating on the collar.
“Mine.” Shota huffed, wrapping her hand around the ring, yanking it up. Jongseob threw her arms around the brunette’s broad shoulders as she was forced upward. Shota kissed Jongseob hungrily, saliva dripping down their chins as she sucked on the younger’s bottom lip, licking into her mouth carelessly.
“Shota, Shota~ Close.” She moaned into the kiss, a tight coil tensing in her stomach, her belly twitching with the sensation.
Quickly, Shota took her fingers out of Jongseob, making her whine in dissatisfaction. Shota grinned, licking her fingers clean of Jongseob’s slick, her hand still gripping the ring from the collar, keeping eye contact with Jongseob as she did so. Parting for a few seconds, Shota made quick work of the harness, securing it to her waist and adding her cock to the ring in front.
“Ready, Seobie?”
“Yes, please, yes, fuck me already Shota.” She pleaded, laying back down on the mattress, her eyes teary as she looked up at her girlfriend looming over her.
Shota doused her cock in a generous amount of lube - which was mostly unnecessary with how wet Jongseob was - and stroked herself as she lined up with Jongseob’s entrance. Slowly, she pushed inside, Jongseob's back arching off the bed and her eyebrows knitting together at the large intrusion, Shota held Jongseob's legs as she pushed.
When Shota finally buried herself completely inside of Jongseob, she planted a kiss on the girl underneath.
“Doing great. My beautiful girl. Takes me so well.” Shota peppered praises as she rubbed circles on the honey thighs she was holding. All Jongseob could muster was a ragged gasp and strained whines, rutting her hips downward.
“So needy.”
Shota stood on her knees, moving her hands from Jongseob's thighs to her waist. Her mind started to fog as she looked at the sight below her. All flushed skin covered in a sheen of sweat. The collar tight around her neck. Without another thought, she pulled out slowly until just the tip of her cock was inside, suddenly ramming it back into Jongseob, setting a brutal pace. Jongseob cried out, yelling Shota’s name. The brunette’s grip tightened enough to bruise on the slim waist below her in the morning, making her whine at the thought of seeing her marks all over the blonde’s body. The sound of Shota’s thighs slapping the back of Jongseobs’ echoed around the room.
“Shota! Need- need you!” Jongseob managed through deep moans, reaching her arms out to scratch at Shota’s arms.
Shota obeyed, leaning in and caging the girl between her forearms, staring into Jongseob's deep teary brown eyes. Jongseob hooked her arms underneath Shota’s shoulders, holding onto the lean muscular back she absolutely adored and digging her manicured nails into her girlfriend’s back as Shota continued ramming into her. Her legs wrapped around Shota, keeping them locked together.
“So pretty,” Shota pressed kisses onto Jongseob’s face, “Mine. You take me so well, made for me.”
Jongseob’s stomach fluttered at the praise and possession. She was hers. Made for her. Only her. Her eyes rolled back as her legs started to shake around Shota’s waist. Jongseob moaned, meeting Shota’s thrusts as the knot deep inside her started to tighten.
“Shota- Shota-” She called out, now clawing at the other’s back. Her usually deep voice was now reduced to a gravelly high whine. Shota’s thrusts had started to falter as the sight of her beloved receiving pleasure that she gave had her close to her own release.
“I got you, Seobie. Come for me. Need you to come for me.” Shota whispered.
Shota balanced herself on one arm, her head leaning against Jongseob's neck as she trailed her right hand down to Jongseob’s breast and started kneading it roughly. Jongseob keened at the feeling, overstimulation coming fast as Shota started to mouth near her collarbone and suck hickeys into her skin, her vision blurring and going white as the knot in her stomach released. When she regained her senses, Shota was still rutting into her, this time needy and impatient as she moaned against Jongseob’s collarbone.
The blonde tapped Shota’s back twice, signally for Shota to - reluctantly - pull out and rip the strap off, tossing it to be found and cleaned at a later time. Jongseob laid there, still trying to catch her breath as the girl towering above her sat up on her thigh, slowly starting to rub herself on Jongseob.
“Is that how you want me?” Jongseob asked, although she was too worn out to do anything, she would still offer. Shota just whimpered in response, way too gone for words. Jongseob let out a breathy laugh and tried her best to flex her thigh.
Shota’s hips sped up at the silent permission, her breathing getting heavier. Her slick covering Jongseob’s thigh, making it easier for her to rub against it. She brought her hand down to rub against her swollen clit as she humped against her girlfriend. High pitched whines and wet sounds were the only sound in the room as Jongseob watched Shota get herself off.
“Doing good, Shota. Need help?” Jongseob purred, sitting up and lifting her thigh slightly, making Shota moan and bounce up ever so slightly.
“Mm, close-” She whined, rutting up against her girlfriend impatiently.
Jongseob caressed Shota’s face lovingly. Shota looked at Jongseob, her brown eyes teary and eyebrows furrowed. Jongseob couldn't resist and started kissing her. The two made out as Shota continued rocking her hips against Jongseob, their teeth occasionally clicking with her movements. Jongseob trailed down to Shota’s neck, licking stripes along Shota’s throat as she moaned, reaching closer and closer to her climax.
“You’ve got it, baby, c’mon.” Jongseob whispered in her ear before biting down harshly on the lobe, making Shota cry out, a tear slipping down her cheek.
She nibbled on Shota’s skin, making her way back down to her neck, littering it in crescent red marks and blooming red splotches at the sloppy kisses given after a few bites that were a bit too harsh. After a particularly strong bite Shota let out a loud moan and shook violently as a warm fluid dripped down Jongseob’s thigh.
“Good job.” She purred, resting her hand on top of Shota’s head, petting her softly, “All done?”
Shota nodded, weakly laying her head on Jongseob’s shoulder. Jongseob smiled as she embraced the girl still on her thigh.
“Wanna go in the bath?”
Shota nodded again on her shoulder, her hair rubbing up against the leather collar.
“Okay, let me know when you're ready, bunny.” Jongseob rocked them back and forth, pressing kisses in the messy nest of dark brown hair next to her.
—~×~—
Not long later, the two of them sat in the warmth of their tub, surrounded with bubbles and an alien rubber ducky floating around. Jongseob sat between Shota’s legs, leaning against her back as the two soaked together peacefully.
“Love you, Seobie.” Shota whispered, squeezing Jongseob in her arms gently, making the other giggle lightly.
“I love you too, Shota.”