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wet sounds reverberated through the entire room, foggy as your mind, warm and fuzzy yet heavy with pure lust. the woman on top of you grinned like a cheshire, wet and warm cunt kissing against yours continuously in quick, sharp movements, never once losing her pace.

your brain was absolute mush. she must’ve said something, but you couldn’t think. too much. her hands on you, the feeling of sweat damp skin on skin, her oh-so captivating face covered in a faint crimson flush that just made her tan skin glow even more. she looked like an absolute goddess.

“still with me, babe?”

the question barely reached your ears. your response is but a pathetic sob, a twitch of your thigh, eyes blurry with unshed tears of overstimulation. hyuna doesn’t stop, no.

“fuck, so cute like that,” she leaned forward, hair framing her face like a canvas, strands sticking to her forehead. she doesn’t bother brushing them back. no, she’s too focused on grabbing at your skin, blunt nails digging into soft flesh. she adjusted herself just so, one leg hiked over your thigh, and your other hiked over hers, supported by her big hand. her folds rubbed repeatedly against your clit, deliberate, wet dirty kisses, sticky.

“hyunnha—“ you sobbed, writhing out of instinct. she growled, grabbing at your thigh harder and tugging you closer. it was too much. the scent of her skin, her cunt against yours, the way she touched you. too much.

“don’t fucking move,” she hissed, tone nearly threatening. a clear command that you failed to follow for obvious reasons. what the hell did she expect?

she makes a decision, then. she pulls away, huffing heavily and stepping back.

before you can ask her what she was doing—hell, you were crying, yes, but you didn’t want her to stop!—she was grabbing at your thighs once again. straddling your hips, she canted her own back, both your clits smushed against each other. this position forced her impossibly closer as she braced herself on two arms, beside both sides of your head.

you could only arch your back and cry out. hands grabbing blindly at the woman’s shoulders, drawing yet another manic grin on her face.

she had absolutely no mercy. grinding herself down hard against you, fast paced, messy and rough. her head tilted back with a rough laugh as she lifted a hand to brush her hair back. her chest puffed up, all but pressed against your face in this position. your nose was between either of her breasts, face to face.

she was doing this on purpose. she knew damn well that you were obsessed with her tits.

she shouldnt have been that surprised when you took one into your mouth, sucking on her nipple, teeth catching on the sensitive nub.

“fuck, babe!—“

her voice comes out rough, shaky as she grabs at your waist in surprise. she doesn’t pull away, she isn’t complaining. just… surprised. her movements don’t pause for a second. if anything, they come out harder, feeling how you twitch against her, arms wrapped around her, keeping her close.

your orgasm hits you not too long after. you whimper against her skin, nails scratching at her supple skin. she sighed, shuddering but not pulling away, chasing her own high—which she found soon after, all but collapsing against you, hips locked to keep your pussies pressed against each other, wet and sticky with your combined release.

you two stay there for a good minute. hyuna’s the one that snaps out of it first, shuddering and pulling away just enough to notice you still have your face between her breasts. she grins, reaching to run a hand over your messy hair.

“you comfy there, babe?”

of fucking course you are. she can tell with how you press against her like she didn’t just mention it. cute.

“wanna let me go now?”

“mmnh…” no.

“don’t you wanna shower?”

“nh.”

…

“five minutes.”

lies. she’d have you there as long as you wanted to be there. she’s your girlfriend, and you’re her achilles heel.

"oh, really, doll?" it was an innocent conversation at first, you swore it was. you really don't know how it wound up with you bent over, face down ass up in your bed. your dearest friend, vi, right behind you. pounding into you. "it's frustrating," you said. "i can never cum from somebody just fucking me. no guy even knows that the clit exists either." you had been around vi enough to confide in her, even with your most intimate stories and complaints. what you didn't know is that by saying that, you inadvertantly challenged her.

"fuck, vi, wait--" you gasp, hand clumsily reaching behind you, feeling up her hipbone to her hard abs, glistened with sweat. "break. break. break." she had been plowing into you for what felt like hours now. realistically, it might only be a few minutes, but it's far longer than any other dude you had a fling with. for a second you wonder what the fuck she's eating to have this sort of stamina, because it sure as hell isn't human. "hurts?" she asked you, tone way too kind and sweet for the position she had you in. "no," you pant. "just... just gimme a sec--" it didn't hurt. quite the opposite-- it felt amazing. like nirvana except maybe ten times filthier. she was pounding you to cloud nine and back and gods, it felt good, but you still hadn't cum. right, she didn't play with your clit once. because she has to prove a point! she doesn't care how long shes gonna spend plowing into you with this goddamn strap, she wants to give you the best orgasm of your life, clit untouched. right now, for somebody that had never done this-- it was torture. a constant build-up, her tip repeatedly kissing the deepest places inside you until you felt like she was in your guts, rubbing against your slick walls, filling you up so good. it was too much, but not enough at the same time.

you didn't know, but she was being tortured too. she silently vowed to herself the moment she manhandled you onto your bed that she would not cum until you did. so, she's just sorta been edging herself for the past, like, seven minutes. may the higher lords of sex bless doggy, because were you to see her face right now, her ego would be destroyed. sweaty, red, nearly teary-eyed.

"want me to sto-"

"no," you answer just a tad too quickly. she cracks an amused huff at that, hands trailing up and down the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh.

"fuck- just- gh!-"

you didn't have to finish the goddamn sentence, because when you were about to, vi has your wrists in her hands, pulling back and slamming forward into you with a guttural growl. it’s harsher, it’s meaner, and it feels so goddamn good.

you don't even realize what's happening until your back presses against her chest. she pulled you up against her, hands still wrapped tightly together as she rut into you. with the closer proximity, her face buried into the crook of your neck. you could hear her panting, groaning, growling with every smack of her hips against yours. oh, and she could hear every little cry that came from you when she rut into that little spot you always found hard to reach.

oh, vi. shit, fuck, fuck me, yes. oh, she's gonna be dreaming about you for a while after this.

"viii!--" you whine, throwing your head back. there it was again, that heat bubbling in your stomach like a boiling pot, ready to boil over. it was stronger. far stronger. your head was fuzzy with the feeling.

"shit, vi-- fuck, fuck, fuck, i think i-"

"close, doll?" she growled. she just barely gives you the time to respond, shuffling a bit so she could angle her hips up, and oh-

"vi!" found it. head first (literally) ramming into that gooey, sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves, the good old g. bet none of those guys were able to find it, huh, baby?

she growls into your shoulder when she feels your stubby little nails scratch at her lower abdomen, where she held your wrists back tight. you were close, she was close, she could feel it. perfect.

"vi, wait, shiiit!--" you cry out, but she's not stopping. it's too much to process, unlike anything you've ever felt before. you can feel the pressure building exponentially, your abused little cunt spasming around her cock, clenching so tight she nearly finds it hard to move if it weren't for the drippy slick running down your folds. it's strange, and for a second you're worried with the pressure building in your bladder, only to send shocks up to your clit.

"fuck, shit, it's weird, vi--" your head lolls back against her shoulder, jaw hanging open as you let out wanton cries and babbles.

"it's 'right, baby. jus' let go, come on..." she doesn't know if shes talking to you or herself. but she knows it works--

you finally cum with a dragged out whine of her name (that almost sounded like a scream, to be fair. she's surprised your throat isn't hoarse). you swear you black out for a second, vision going white as you feel like you explode into pleasured little pieces. and--

oh. oh.

the splashing of that milky, yet watery liquid, gushing all over her cock. damn, that's fucking hot. you should see yourself from her point of view. not only does she make you cum, she makes you squirt. vi takes that as enough victory to rut into you until she reaches her own orgasm-- which, to be fair, doesn't take too long since she's been on the edge of cumming for the past few minutes. she buries her face into your shoulder, eyes screwed shut. it still steals a few more whimpers and whines from you--and from her too, but she manages to hide them by biting your shoulder with a grunt.

too weak by both of your highs to keep upright, she ends up sitting back down onto the mattress, letting go of your arms only to wrap her own around your waist, cinching you two closer from behind. her strap has long since slipped out of you, leaving you dripping and empty, but ultimately satisfied.

"enjoy yourself?" you need a few minutes to come to and fro, blinking a few times before you see where vi is looking and look towards the direction, only to see the darkened, wet spot of your own making on you sheets. fuck.

"oh shit, that's--" you sound embarrassed, and she's quick to cut you off.

"it's fine, baby. just glad you enjoyed yourself." she chuckled. gods, she's so sweet when she wants to be. she runs her hands over your sides, kissing your nape.

"but you owe it to me, was that not the best orgasm of your life?" she whispers into your ear, her hand trailing down and down and down, until her ring and middle finger press against your twitchy clit, earning a sharp gasp from you.

"imagine what i could do playing with this pretty thing, though?"