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"Miss Kim, I beg your pardon?"
Minjeong freezes, mouth clamping up to stop herself from instinctively letting out a whimper. She doesn't look up, choosing to keep her gaze downwards on the floor. Kneeling with her hands remaining on her sides, meekly trying to make herself as small as possible.
But Minjeong can feel the weight of Nayeon's sharp gaze on her.
A warning comes immediately. "Do I need to repeat myself?"
A shudder runs up the younger woman’s spine. "No" is the expected reply but it's not the correct one. And they both know it.
Sitting on the sofa in front of her, Nayeon smirks. Always patient, always calm, always keen to hear and be at the receiving end of Minjeong's responses. Be it vocal or physical.
In their games, disobedience means punishment and the younger woman enjoys asking for it.
Nayeon lets out a breath and leans forward, towards her. The older woman extends an arm; her right index finger playfully and gently booping Minjeong’s nose. The younger woman adorably scrunches up her nose.
"Can't finish what you started, hmm?" Minjeong can hear a light teasing edge in Nayeon’s voice.
After telling Minjeong to strip, the younger woman wasted not a single second after doing so and pounced onto the older woman, thighs clamping around Nayeon’s torso like a vice. Thank God Nayeon was lounging on the sofa or they would both fall into a heap on the floor. With her hands hastily wrapped around Nayeon’s shoulders, Minjeong whined desperately, “I mis-missed you so much, unnie!" burying her nose against her older girlfriend’s neck to inhale her familiar scent. In her hold, Nayeon can feel Minjeong’s whole body vibrating with unbridled excitement and longing. Just like a puppy. The older woman missed her younger girlfriend too but Minjeong was acting out of turn. And thus, she must be punished.
Nayeon’s hand doesn’t move far away, her palm now cradling Minjeong’s jaw. What should I do with you, Minjeong?
“Unnie, I’m sorry,” Minjeong softly says, still looking down at a spot on the floor, feigning remorse. Because that’s exactly how Nayeon likes it. Her apologising. Her whimpering. Her begging. Her being submissive. Her enjoying it.
“No you’re not.” Nayeon leans back, away from her.
Hearing that, Minjeong finally looks up, defiantly. “Yes, I am.” She pouts, making sure to jut out her lips. Minjeong’s pouting has always been one of Nayeon’s weak spots. So of course she shall use it to her full advantage.
Nayeon giggles at her whines. “My baby has some itty bitty fire in her now, huh?”
“It mu-must be the heat in this room,” Minjeong says feebly, coming up with a weak reason.
“You’re not wearing any clothes though.”
Minjeong blushes, her cheeks turning red. Point noted.
Smirking, Nayeon has a different heat in mind that she wishes to stroke into Minjeong.
“Come to unnie.”
Minjeong obediently follows her instruction, crawling on all fours towards Nayeon. She kneels docilely between Nayeon’s legs. Palms planted on the floor obediently.
Surging forward, Nayeon touches their lips together. Minjeong wraps her arms around Nayeon’s shoulders, clinging to her; fortunately, the older woman doesn’t stop Minjeong from touching her.
When Minjeong parts her lips, Nayeon takes the opportunity to slip in her tongue. Her hand holds onto the back of Minjeong’s neck, as their mouths continue with the kissing. Minjeong lets Nayeon take the lead (which she always does), allowing the older woman’s tongue to go anywhere she pleases; suckling, licking where she wants.
After breaking apart for air, Nayeon leans back against the sofa backrest. Below her, Minjeong’s lips are moist with saliva and in her eyes, a hunger appears.
Nayeon pats her thigh. Minjeong immediately climbs onto her lap.
The younger woman lets out a tiny gasp, her bare body brushing against Nayeon’s clothed one, the delicious friction stirring up a particular sensation within herself.
“I want you to move,” Nayeon says in a tone that leaves Minjeong no room for argument.
“Bu-but unnie, I pre-prefer you–” If there is one thing Minjeong is good at, it’s being an absolute brat.
Not falling for her scheme, Nayeon promptly makes a show of nudging Minjeong off her lap and the younger woman immediately clamps her mouth shut.
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What a sight Minjeong is. Naked and humping against her older girlfriend’s clothed thigh.
“Your unnie doesn’t have all day, so better make it fast,” Nayeon taunts her.
The older woman gleefully watches the humiliating and squirming spectacle that's happening right in front of her.
Minjeong knows she looks pathetic and pitiful at this moment. Her arms are trembling with exertion, holding onto Nayeon for leverage. Her body is shaking, chasing the release that doesn’t seem to be coming anytime soon. Her thighs are starting to feel sore from all the panicky movements but yet, she’s not reaching the desired level of arousal that she wants and—
And to add more salt to her wound—
"Touch yourself," Nayeon whispers into her ear, purposely keeping her voice low. Minjeong understands perfectly that it’s not a request but a demand.
Minjeong wants to complain but instead, she starts to whimper miserably.
A hand touches her thigh and all noises cease in both Minjeong's throat and mind.
"Did I not make myself clear, Minjeong?"
The younger woman quickly nods and tamely follows what she has been told.
She struggles to hold herself up with one arm while her other hand moves down south towards her cli—
A hand swiftly grabs her wrist firmly. Oh. That’s not where Nayeon wants her hand to go.
Minjeong brings her hand upwards to cup her own breast, squeezing it. But it’s just not the same as Nayeon's touch!
Throwing her shame away, Minjeong looks at Nayeon pleadingly. The older woman can already tell she has reached the begging stage.
"What is it?"
"Unn-unnie, ca-can you he-help me-me-hnnghh-please – I ne-need you–"
Minjeong drops her hand when Nayeon moves her own palm towards the younger woman's chest.
Nayeon's warm touch lit up the fire in Minjeong. The younger woman lets out a moan as her older girlfriend palms her breast, massaging and fondling it.
"Does my baby like this?" And to emphasise her point, Nayeon pinches her nipple, getting a breathless whine out from her younger girlfriend. And that particular motion of her thumb flicking her—
Minjeong has stopped grinding herself against Nayeon's thigh. Instead, she has flopped sideways limply on Nayeon's front, aroused and distracted by her older girlfriend's ministrations. If Nayeon wishes to punish her, so be it. She can take it!
Minjeong arches against Nayeon and squirms on the older woman's lap when a finger slips past her warm folds, uncoiling the tension inside of her.
"Un-unnie," Minjeong gasps into Nayeon's neck, hiding her face. She almost wants to sob thanks to the instant relief provided by Nayeon.
Nayeon slowly eases in her finger, not wanting to hurt Minjeong. She curls her finger, drawing more muffled moans out of her younger girlfriend.
With how Minjeong is resting her full weight onto Nayeon, the older woman knows her girlfriend doesn’t have the energy to ride her fingers even if she dutifully wants to obey her. Oh well.
“You’re not being a good girl right now, letting unnie do all the work.” Nayeon still can’t resist teasing Minjeong as she stretches her girlfriend out with two fingers.
Nayeon has her other free arm holding the writhing younger woman against her as her fingers continue to slide in and out of Minjeong. Occasionally, Nayeon relishes in drawing things out, constantly edging Minjeong by stimulating her intermittently. But this time, she can see her poor baby is tired.
Making quick work of things, it doesn’t take long for Minjeong’s body to tense up within her arms; her baby calls out her name and then falls limp against her.
Nayeon takes the throw blanket (which was draped on the armrest) to cover Minjeong’s bare body.
“Un-unnie, can I ask for one thing?” Minjeong asks softly.
“Mmmhmm.”
“Can we cuddle for a bit?”
Nayeon smiles and nods. “Yes, we can.” Permission granted.
Minjeong sighs contentedly, basking in the afterglow by cuddling with Nayeon. She actually fell asleep (Nayeon lets her…) before being gently nudged awake to clean up.
“Come on, be a good girl for unnie.” Nayeon caresses her cheek, rousing her from slumber.
Minjeong pouts. She just wants to continue sleeping on the sofa with her girlfriend. It’s comfy and warm sleeping snugly between the sofa’s backrest and her girlfriend’s body. Or… what if she can even lie on top of Nayeon to stop the older woman from urging her to go take a shower!
Nayeon can see the gears slowly turning in Minjeong’s mind. She arches an eyebrow.
“Alright, fine. No snuggles for you afterwards," Nayeon says with finality, getting up and walks away from the sofa.
“Unnie! Unnie, no! I-I’ll go shower right now!” Throwing the blanket to the side, Minjeong runs after Nayeon as the older woman laughs at her.
There’s absolutely no way Minjeong will miss her bedtime snuggles with Nayeon!