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she can't be too upset. after all, she got what she wanted – euijoo's attention – but she wishes euijoo would actually touch her, would do more than just stare at her naked body in disinterest like she's been doing for the past five minutes. nico can't help but squirm under that heavy gaze. 

she groans, head falling back in exasperation. she lifts her hips, angling them towards euijoo in an attempt to entice her.

it fails; euijoo presses her hips back into the mattress, sending more painful sparks across her tender skin. she whimpers, eyes scrunching shut. unfortunately, the little bits of pain are only making her more desperate.

when she opens her eyes next, euijoo is looking at her, big, pretty eyes unwavering against her own. nico holds her gaze as long as she can, but it drags on for minutes longer than she anticipates.

her gaze falls, eyeing the pale skin of collarbone peeking from above euijoo’s blue tank top. she’s not wearing a bra, and nico is trying to be very respectful right now. 

she’s not easily intimidated. she could overpower euijoo any day.

but there’s always something about euijoo when she gets like this – stern, resolute – that makes nico think twice about whining, complaining, demanding. defiance only makes euijoo more determined to wait out nico’s fit, and a bad punishment could turn worse very quickly.

euijoo could blindfold her, press a vibrator against the most sensitive spot in nico’s cunt and leave the room, which she has done before.

nico does not want to relive that today.

there’s also the fact that she’s bound. there’s really only so much defiance at hand.

euijoo leans into her line of sight, holding eye contact as she spots small kisses along nico’s pelvis. she kisses lower, lower, until nico can feel warm breath on her wet skin. desire, hot and vicious, runs through her.

euijoo leads the trail down her hip, nipping at the skin lightly. she pins her leg open, trapping a healthy portion of nico’s inner thigh in between her teeth. nico winces, eyes squeezing shut at the spikes of pain. 

“watch me, nini,” she says.

her voice is soft and quiet, difficult to pick up over the sound of nico’s ceiling fan, but nico is too on edge not to hear it.

her eyelashes are wet when she opens them, just as euijoo lets a stream of spit drool from her lips and pool onto nico’s cunt. nico whines as the coldness of it teases her, hips bucking for something more.

not her finest moment.

euijoo pins her other leg down, gaze trained on nico’s exposed cunt. nico isn’t the shy type, but euijoo stares at her, watching her walls flutter around nothing, and she’s suddenly bashful, face heating under the lewd attention. 

“c’mon, juju,” nico says, voice pitched higher than she cares to admit. euijoo’s eyes find hers again, slitted with a glare, and nico’s mouth clamps shut.

merciful, she listens, tonguing a strip along nico’s clit. nico moans, a shuddery breath falling from her lips as her hips try to lift forward. euijoo presses her tongue flat against the sensitive nub and nico can feel it throbbing with want, her body twitching in search for more.

instead, euijoo laps a few lazy circles along it and pulls away, ignoring nico’s complaining whimpers. 

“you’re dripping,” euijoo says, trailing her finger along the wetness gathering at nico’s opening. “almost like you want me to come inside.”

she teases the possibility, pressing the tip of her finger in before pulling it back out. it’s nothing for nico to really find pleasure in, but she still whines about the loss.

euijoo rubs circles along the opening instead, ignoring nico’s attempts to get her cunt closer to euijoo’s finger. “do you want me to finger you?” 

nico doesn’t nod. stupidly, it feels like admitting defeat in some way, so she doesn’t answer at all. 

“i don’t think you deserve it, honestly. you haven’t been a very good girl today.”

immediately, nico wants to argue back that she is, in fact, the best girl. instead, she deflects.

“and y–,” she starts, sentence slicing in half as euijoo does it again, pressing her finger in just a bit deeper, before pulling it out again, back to rubbing circles along her opening. nico moans, thinking her head is beginning to spin. “you have?”

euijoo’s head tilts, eyebrows lifting at the accusation.

slowly, with realization, her lips curl at the corners and nico wishes she hadn’t spoken.

“aw, were you jealous, nini? threw yourself at yuma in a petty attempt to get back at me?”

another press of her finger, and by now, when nico expects her to pull it out, euijoo only slides it deeper, to the hilt.

nico’s breath hitches, caught off guard as euijoo builds a torturous pace, too slow to really ease the ache in her cunt but enough to keep her desperate, on edge. each slide in is a different angle until euijoo finds the spot in nico’s cunt that makes her eyes roll.

“that doesn’t make you good, nico,” she continues, cracking nico’s heart clean open. “good girls communicate their feelings. but you,”

nico’s mouth falls open as euijoo pads her sweet spot relentlessly.

it’s nearly impossible to pay attention to what euijoo is saying. her eyes squeeze closed again, a pitiful attempt to cope with the sudden, intense waves of pleasure.

“the second things don’t go your way,” euijoo says, pressing her thumb against nico’s clit. a wet moan, bordering on a sob (ridiculous, why is she near tears already?) falls from nico’s mouth, along with a meaningless string of euijoo’s name.

“you whore yourself out,” she finishes and, just as nico’s hips begin to stutter, slides her fingers out of nico’s cunt, pulling her hand away from nico’s body entirely. 

nico doesn’t sob, but a few tears trickle down her cheeks, past her ears, tickling her skin before they fall onto her pillow.

her hips lift, chasing pleasure that’s already gone. euijoo’s words hit her hard, the wires of shame and desire crossing in her mind as her skin burns. her chest rises and falls harshly, and for a few moments, the only sounds in the room are her ragged breathing and the whirring of the ceiling fan.

with her eyes closed, it’s easy to believe euijoo’s no longer in the room, but,

“look at me,” she says.

nico listens, blinking through blurry vision to see her better. euijoo leans closer, carding her finger through a tangle in nico’s hair. she hums in thought as she cups nico’s cheek in her palm. nico doesn’t have the mind to stop herself from nuzzling into it.

“my pretty girl, i don’t want to punish you,” she says, turning her attention to nico’s wrists. a few light tugs and her arms are free. they ache as she brings them out, eager to finally touch her girlfriend.

euijoo lets her intertwine their fingers and something like foolish hope blooms in nico’s chest.

it withers as euijoo pulls away, hand instead traveling down to rest against nico’s neck. “but i will, until you’ve learned your lesson.”

distantly, nico thinks they’re going to be here for a long, long time.

euijoo’s hand tightening around her throat recenters her attention. her eyes widen, feeling her air supply gradually cut off. her hand latches onto euijoo’s wrist, not pulling, just feebly attempting to ground herself. 

“relax, baby. i’ve got you,” euijoo says.

nico tries to listen, but her body won’t settle into it. she can hear her heart beating louder and louder, wonders if euijoo can hear it as well. 

it’s only for a few seconds.

euijoo lets go, watching as nico catches her breathe. when she settles, euijoo’s hand travels down her body, once again pressing at her entrance.

it’s two fingers this time. nico’s breath catches, squirming desperately for more even as she’s not fully adjusted around them. she gasps with euijoo’s name on her tongue as her fingers press deeper. they remain still, even as nico tries to grind against them.

“what do we say?” euijoo asks with a small smile on her lips, likely delighted to see nico’s resolve crumble. nico wants so badly to flip them over, to wipe it off of her face. 

more than that, she wants euijoo to take it back, that’s she’s not good. pathetically, she wants to prove that she can be.

she feels the fight leave her by the second, akin to being both skinned alive and set free of weights. 

her voice breaks, quiet when she says, “please.”

euijoo’s smile widens with something like pride, something nico wants to see more of.

“good job,” she says. it’s not exactly what nico wants to hear, but she takes it, has no time to complain as euijoo’s fingers move.

in and out, it’s the same agonizing pace as before, but she’s moving, and nico soaks it up, hips following the touch as soft whimpers fall from her mouth.

euijoo doesn’t stop her, letting nico chase the pleasure. she squeezes her hand gently, in warning, waiting for nico’s eyes to find hers. she prefers eye contact when they do this, knowing that nico is at least in some way lucid enough to hold her gaze.

nico looks up, breath stuttering as euijoo’s fingers graze her sweet spot.

euijoo presses against it, rubbing circles along the area as her hand tightens around nico’s neck. it’s not tight enough to completely restrict breathing, but the oxygen nico does manage is sparse, paired with pitiful little sounds she can’t hold back as euijoo’s fingers work her cunt.

every time her eyes slip shut, euijoo calls out her name, coaxing her to open them back up. her hips stutter weakly, nails digging crescent shapes into euijoo’s wrist.

“nichol,” euijoo says, dragging out the last syllable as nico’s eyes flutter. “don’t cum.”

nico’s response is a breathless, broken whine. she already feels the threat of an orgasm teasing her, and stills her hips to escape the onslaught of pleasure, but it’s useless.

she’s going to cum at this rate whether she wants to or not.

she tries to warn euijoo, or defend herself, but euijoo’s hand tightens again, cutting off the barely-formed thoughts in nico’s head. her eyes fall shut at the lightheaded feeling paired with the feeling of euijoo’s fingers abusing her sweet spot.

“open your eyes, nini,” euijoo says, voice just above a whisper.

nico barely hears it, eyelids heavy and mind useless. her hips jump without rhythm, chasing euijoo’s touch wherever she can find it.

“nico,” she calls out again, hand loosening enough that nico’s throat can constrict under it. she sucks in a shallow breath and tries to keep her eyes open.

euijoo doesn’t relent. if anything, her fingers become more intentional, thumb pressing against nico’s clit. 

“juju, j- i’m, i can’t–” she wheezes, basically, words barely telligible with the lack of air she can manage to gather.

euijoo cuts her off, shushing her. her grip tightens slowly so that nico knows she’s doing it.

nico takes as many shallow breaths as she can, shaking her head.

“i can’t, juju, ‘m gonna–”

“but you’re not allowed,” she says, voice laced with faux sympathy, an unhelpful reminder as she revokes nico’s ability to breathe.

nico’s eyes well up as she gets overwhelmed. it’s all she can focus on, the attention on her most sensitive areas. 

she’s too weak to hold her hips still as euijoo circles her clit. she’s going to disobey her, prove her right that maybe nico isn't that good.

the thought sends a fresh set of tears down her cheek. she knows she must look ridiculous, cheeks red and wet, mouth hanging open in search of any oxygen.

“you look the prettiest like this, nico,” euijoo says, quietly, like it’s a secret, dragging her fingers along the spots in nico's walls that make her twitch. “so pliant for me. no attitude. just my pretty, dumb girl.”

the backhanded compliment burns nico’s skin. it’s what she likes, degrading praise that clouds her head as she tries to figure out whether to be proud or ashamed.

her body is hot, so hot, a thin coat of sweat layered on her skin. she loses her grip on euijoo's wrist, hands falling by her head. she can't breathe (of course), and her heart pounds so loudly in her chest it hurts, organs afraid for what's happening, what's coming.

it dawns on her, distantly, in a rare area of her brain that still works, that euijoo doesn't have to let go.

she flicks her thumb quickly over nico's clit, aided by the wetness of it all. 

she can keep nico here, until her eyes roll and her vessels pop, body limp in euijoo's hold.

nico twitches, pitiful and suddenly so, so afraid, despite the greedy way her cunt tightens and flutters loose again around euijoo's touch.

maybe, somewhere, there's a sick part of euijoo that wants to see the meaning leave nico's eyes, wants to be in charge of when nico takes her last breathe.

nico doesn't know what to think of herself when the thought makes her burn brighter. she doesn't know what to think, hips trembling, rhythm a mess as euijoo angles perfectly. 

her breath would catch, if she had any, but she can only loll her tongue out stupidly, like a puppy, eyes slitted and barely holding euijoo's as she spirals.

the second she stills, euijoo lets go and slips her fingers out of nico's cunt. 

nico's body trembles, harsh waves flooding her as her body forces itself to inhale.

finally, her eyes are allowed to fall shut, squeezing as euijoo's full attention turns to rubbing the pads of her fingers along nico's clit.

it doesn't change the fact that euijoo ruined her orgasm, but it does help her land somewhere, body bucking into the touch until she comes down, and it inevitably becomes too much, overwhelming.

she whimpers and tries to angle her hips away from the touch, but euijoo follows.

“look at you,” she says, face void, but her chest rises and falls with heavy pants, displaying even the smallest amount of how affected she is. “can't behave in front of others, can't follow simple directions.”

every word nico tries to say – stop, please, euijoo – cuts off on the way out. she can't control the way her body squirms, trying to escape pleasure-pain it's too tender to handle.

“here i am, taking time out to teach you valuable lessons,” she begins again, pinning nico's leg when it threatens to snap closed. “and you don't even have the decency to apologize for misbehaving.”

every word, the even, bored tone of euijoo's voice, the relentless flicks of her wrist, they all hurt, washing shame over nico as she listens.

something in her chest gets heavy, threatening to spill over, just before she whines, a pained, defeated noise that trails off into a full sob.

her body racks with it, words wet and breath catching with gasps every time her sensitive clit pulses under the stimulation. she tries, “i’m sorry, ’m sorry, euijoo, i– please, i can't, pl–”

finally, euijoo pulls her hand away. “that'll do,” she says, shushing the rest of nico’s mindless babbles. 

she kneads the meat of nico's thighs until they stop trembling.

nico covers her face, but euijoo pulls her hands down and kisses her cheeks until she stops sobbing. she wipes the snot off of nico's face with the edge of her shirt, then kisses her lips until they stop quivering, until nico is lucid enough to kiss back. 

she pulls away, refocuses her attention on the bondage welts on nico's wrist. there's a sheen of sweat on her, as well, cheeks dusted light pink from exertion. nico can't help but stare as she talks. 

“doing okay?” she asks, adds on when nico only nods, “can you use your words?”

nico’s throat clicks when she swallows, it feels a little like rubbing sandpaper when she tries to get her tongue to move. she croaks out a doing fine that cracks on its way out.

thankfully, euijoo accepts it, doesn't make her try again.

she pulls away and slides off the bed. nico is too weak to chase or reach out, just nodding when euijoo says be right back, and watching her little, gray shorts as she walks out of the room.

it's cold without euijoo's body over hers, but she can't muster the energy to sit up and look for the duvet, so she remains, shivering pitifully. 

she hears a faucet creak, deciphers the sound of water hitting the bathtub floor harsly.

euijoo comes back bare, holding a damp towel. nico's heart jumpstarts at the sight of euijoo's smooth, unmarked skin. her mouth waters pitifully at the sight of her untrimmed bush as euijoo climbs back on the mattress.

it's all her mind can do to wander off on thoughts of burying her face between euijoo's thighs, painting angry, red marks to ruin her skin, get her even half as brainless as she made nico, that she isn't listening, doesn't register that euijoo is talking until she calls nico's name. 

“did you hear me?” she asks, running the warm towel down nico's inner thigh. 

nico shakes her head truthfully. euijoo only smiles, sweet and endeared as she repeats herself, “i’m proud of you. you did so well tonight.” 

something in nico's chest blooms, open and vulnerable, and the plans she'd made for revenge crumble immediately. 

“even when i got rough,” euijoo continues. she reaches to rub gentle, light circles along nico's throat.

nico is suddenly eager to see the marks she left, to see her skin welting around the imprints of euijoo's fingers. “you were still my good girl.”

she tosses the towel on the floor, on the small pile of nico's long discarded clothing, as nico hangs onto her every word and pride takes root in her chest. 

she’s too weak to pull nico up on her own. she kills time peppering kisses along her face until nico’s giggling with it, until nico has enough strength to sit up.

she still leans halfway over euijoo’s shoulders on the walk to the bathroom, grumbling about what euijoo’s done to her.

she forgets about it all, easily, as euijoo leads her into the bathtub with a promise to let nico play with her tits.

This all started because of a game of spin the bottle that left the both of you stranded in a closet together. A few giggles, an awkward hand placement and a joke later, he blurted out the heaviest thing on his mind. “We should have sex.”

“Are you out of your mind?”

Jo peers outside the blinds to check for people, frantic. “Lower your voice, please.” He’s flushed to the top of his head and his words mix while he tries to calm you down, but you push his hand away regardless. The party outside is quiet, too quiet. There’s a pair of footsteps that stop by the door, probably listening in, so you decide you should be whispering after all.

“Us? Fucking? Do you even– Where did this come from, sweetheart?” You fake a gasp, rocked to your core about his proposition. It’s not that you don’t know why he’s making it, it’s just… You want to hear him say how bad he wants you.

Jo looks out of place, squished against a couple of boxes. He’s dressed like he should be at home, maybe knitting or doing macramé or something simple like that. Not making puppy eyes at a pretty girl from his class and telling her–

“I even practiced for you. I can be so perfect. I’ll fuck you right.” He insists, dropping to his knees in front of you. He probably gets a lovely view of your skirt and the stockings criss-crossing your thighs, but the rush of warmth that creeps under your skin feels good. The attention is delicious and the risk is high, but the thought of getting Jo’s mouth on you already has you wet.

His hands are hovering above your thighs, hesitant in the way they tremble.

“And I’m sorry if I misread your intentions, but you drive me crazy. You’re always flirting with me. Calling me cute names, pulling at my tie, writing little hearts on the class notes I give you,” He sounds so sweet and desperate, almost whining as he lists all the ways you’ve been torturing him. Music to your ears.

You can’t help but smile. You didn’t think he’d be so forward with his little outburst, but you have to admit you’ve been having fun teasing him over the last few months. It’s a little mean, really, but he’s such an easy target. A little flash of cleavage here and there and now he’s at your feet, begging for pussy. This little bad habit of playing with your food has finally paid off. Jo won’t look away, voice soft and eyes misty. He’s hard in his slacks but he refuses to let it show, pulling his hoodie over the bulge. You’re flattered. It’s working.

“Then show me.”

He tilts his head, humming. “Show you what?”

“What you’ve been… Practicing.” You lift one side of your skort with your pinkie, leaning back to invite Jo even closer. The fabric rises until your pretty pussy is on display, making him stutter.

“I knew you were gorgeous everywhere. I dreamed about this, you know.” He wastes no time burying himself between your legs, kissing up the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.

“Yeah?” You sigh, snaking a hand between the loose strands of his hair. You’re torn between telling him what to do and letting him go crazy, and honestly? You’ve been doing all the work so far. He can afford to work for it some more. His lips nip at your thighs, almost leaving marks.

“No biting, Jo.” You tug his head back, a solid warning. He takes it with a giddy smile and a bitten off moan.

“Sorry.” He gets back to work with a clumsy smile, lips grazing the skin above your clit to tease you a bit.

“This is just a trial, by the way.” You remember to throw the threat out there before you get too lost in the pressure of his mouth, determined to make him scramble even more.

“A trial?” He keeps his mouth flush against your skin while he speaks, sending sweet vibrations against your core.

“Mmmhm.” You hook a leg over his shoulder, heel digging into his back as encouragement. “A trial.”

He seems confused, mouth hanging open. He looks so stupid like this, but it only makes you wetter. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, baby. You’re not fucking me today. I Just want to see if you’re really worth it.” You coo, stroking his cheek. Jo leans into your hand, frowning as his mouth waters. You’re right there, wet cunt just inches from his tongue, holding him by the hair because he’s too eager.

“Okay. Anything, whatever you want.” He’s so pliant it makes you giddy, so you reward him by letting go. He’s on you in seconds, drooling over himself to eat you out. He keeps his eyes trained on you as his tongue flicks everywhere he can reach, jaw working overtime to make sure your clit never goes untouched.

You gasp and sink against his soft lips, head thudding on the wall behind you. “Oh fuuuck.”

Jo’s messy with it, moaning, humming, licking broad strokes over the dripping folds of your cunt and sucking your pussy clean after them. His chin is dripping with your slick in no time as he laps up into you like a starved man, eyes rolling shut with glee.

“That’s it, good job–!” You stop trying to speak, overwhelmed with the sheer strength of his tongue. You hate to admit it, but the way your thighs tremble are a dead giveaway: He’s good. He’s better than you had hoped, actually. He’s fucking his tongue inside you before you have time to react, completely lost in it.

He’s torn between reminding you to be quiet and wanting everyone to hear how good he’s making you feel, how sweet you sound when someone’s pleasing you– But he’s preoccupied with the way you clench around his tongue when his nose brushes your clit just right.

You’re so close it hurts, burning the edge between need and satisfaction, clinging onto anything you can find. The snickering outside the door becomes white noise as Jo slips his index inside you, long finger finding the lovely button that pushes you past your limit.

“M’gonna, you’re gonna make me come-!”

Jo stays glued there like he’s getting paid, moaning into you as you drench his entire face.

You just came but he needs to keeps going, needs to make you feel good, needs to feel your body shake thanks to him and his hard work. He needs it more than he needs to come, even, but he can’t resist rutting against your leg in the heat of the moment. You’re too gone to notice at first, reeling from the damage of your orgasm, but then he starts panting against you. You look down to feel him humping your shin, indiscreet and greedy.

“Are you- Are you getting off, Jo?” You glare at him to the best of your ability, voice tampering off into a moan when he sucks on your soaked clit even harder.

“Ah, feels too good, don't make me stop, y/n, please,” He cuts you off, unapologetic as every rub against your leg brings him closer. He gets sloppy, drooling all over you in hopes of distracting you from his humping.

“You silly thing.” You slap him, a harsh thing that shocks him off his rhythm. You push him back with the bottom of your heel pressed against his chest, disappointed.

“Did I say you could come?” Your thighs are sticky with your own release and his face isn’t looking any better, covered in you.

“But I-” He tries to keep at it, desperately reaching for his retreating orgasm. There are tears welling up in his eyes when he looks up at you again, shame prickling at the bottom of his throat. He’s so fucking cute.

“How are you gonna fuck me if you can’t ask me for permission? Hmm?” You don’t give him the luxury. You bend down to his level, depriving him of your leg, just to prove a point.

“I thought it was okay.” Jo blinks away the tears but they only fall faster, making his eyes shine all pretty. He bites his lip with remorse, tasting you on his tongue to stop himself from crying.

“You don’t have that privilege. Whatever I say goes. Got it? Now go.” You nod your head towards the door, and for a moment he thinks you’re joking.

Jo’s hands run up your waist, pleading. “Are you really gonna leave me like this?” He sniffles, absolutely crushed, the perfect picture of hopelessness between your legs. Your cunt twitches, because you’re a freak.

You smile, so aroused it makes you dizzy. Your hand grabs his face before he can react, gentle yet firm. “If you come right now you’re never going near this pussy ever again. Your choice, baby.”

Jo whines, fat tears rolling down his rosy cheeks. His ears are burning and his jaw aches, he’s so hard it hurts– But he’s a good boy. He won’t risk it. He nods, straining against your hand.

“I’m gonna go now. I’ll go. But please call me.”

You give him a stare that has him wobbling off his feet in seconds, quickly wiping his tears and covering his crotch. Jo looks at you, hopeful and hornier than ever, starry-eyed at the idea of seeing you again.

You wipe the tears off his cheeks and lick them off your thumb, unbothered. He shivers, looking like he’s about to start begging again.

You rattle the door handle to inform whoever is outside that you’re done, and you turn to him as you’re lowering your skirt.