Jihyo’s finishing up her last report when Y/N plops unceremoniously onto her lap.
“Are you ever going to come to bed, Jihyo-yah?”
“It’s only,” Jihyo shifts her eyes to the time at the bottom right of her screen, “9:30.”
“Aren’t you tired?” Y/N pretends to stifle a yawn, but it’s far too exaggerated to be believable. “I know I sure am.”
Jihyo raises a brow at that. “As I recall, you finally fell asleep when I left for work this morning.”
“You couldn’t have woken up more than five hours ago.”
“And a lot could happen in five hours.”
“Ah, that’s right, you were shopping online today. Did you ever decide if you wanted the white or off-white handbag?”
“The off-white. But that’s not the point!”
“Y/N,” Jihyo gently reprimands her, taking her girlfriend’s face into her hands, “What is this really about?”
“Can’t a girl just miss her girlfriend and want her to come to bed?”
“Yes, but her girlfriend can’t help but be a bit suspicious when her bedtime is four in the morning. On a good day.”
Y/N’s shoulders slump. She stares at Jihyo petulantly, eyes wide under her lashes.
Jihyo should’ve known. It’s not like Y/N was exactly being subtle, after all.
“Aw, baby, why didn’t you say so?”
Instead of responding, Y/N simply frowns, readjusting herself not-so-subtly on the other girl’s lap, so that she’s placed more snugly against Jihyo’s front. Jihyo can already feel the heat radiating from Y/N’s panties. Her cock stirs.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” a feverish kiss to Jihyo’s lips, “all day.”
Y/N pulls back to pout, placing one of Jihyo’s hands on her tit. Jihyo squeezes lightly, delighted to find that her girlfriend is braless. She rubs a thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden easily.
“Mhm,” Y/N hums, continuing her ministrations on the other girl’s neck. “Imagine my disappointment to see you work late,” she unbuttons Jihyo’s shirt, “when all I wanted was for you to fuck me.”
Jihyo shivers, her pants tightening. “Sorry to keep you waiting, princess.” She grabs Y/N’s ass with her free hand then, massaging her gently, grinning when Y/N sighs at the sensation.
Encouraged by her girlfriend’s enthusiasm, Jihyo uses both hands now to grab at the back of Y/N’s thighs, shoving her closer. She uses her grip to grind Y/N against Jihyo’s now fully hard cock like some sort of ragdoll.
“Feel good, baby?” Jihyo asks, when Y/N moans into her mouth.
Instead of responding verbally, Y/N rolls her hips harder against Jihyo, her heat sliding over Jihyo’s length. The younger girl can feel a bead of precum gush out of her cock, her underwear sliding easier with each movement.
Y/N is so worked up already that Jihyo can already imagine how her slick pussy must look then, clenching around nothing, hungering for Jihyo’s cock. She desperately wants to fuck Y/N on her desk then and there, her reports be damned. But this, the dry humping, already feels so good, she’s reluctant to stop, even if just for a moment.
Below them, Jihyo’s office chair squeaks in protest as Jihyo’s grip tightens and Y/N’s grinding gets sloppier. Jihyo keeps her feet planted to prevent the wheels from moving too erratically, grateful to have picked out such a large, cushy chair, if only for Y/N to comfortably set her legs in.
They’re rubbing against each other so mindlessly, only able to focus on getting off. The desperation is palpable, kisses wet and bumpy, movements careless like a pair of teenagers hoping to find relief in a quickie.
Jihyo kisses Y/N messily, muffling her whining, when a particularly well aimed thrust causes Y/N to gasp hotly against her mouth. The sound goes straight to her cock.
“Make that noise again,” Jihyo commands, almost painfully hard. Y/N continues to moan helplessly, her cum seemingly leaking through her underwear and onto Jihyo’s expensive slacks.
Never mind that her pants were dry clean only, or that her hands were beginning to cramp from her tight hold on Y/N. All Jihyo could focus on was Y/N’s panting, her hot core sliding over Jihyo’s length over and over, and the desperate urge to carry Y/N over to their shared bedroom so she could rip her underwear off and take, take, take.
Jihyo is so close. She’s almost embarrassed at how quick and easy it is for her to cum in these circumstances, Y/N grinding relentlessly over her with all these ridiculous layers on while Jihyo eggs her on, grating her back and forth over her thick length. She can feel it coming, the crackling at the base of her spine, slowly building up with each rut, a fluttering tickling her insides-
Jihyo opens her eyes suddenly to darkness, cock still stiff as a rock, no release in sight. Her breath is ragged, brain processing this sudden turn of events.
Next to her, Y/N sleeps soundly.
Contrary to dream-Y/N, real-Y/N’s been up since five in the morning, having been booked for a full day of photoshoots and magazine interviews.
The younger woman stares longingly at her girlfriend, briefly considering if it would be worth it to wake her up just to find her release. As if responding for her, Y/N turns over in her sleep, snoring softly as she continues her own dream.
Jihyo frowns, disappointed in herself for thinking so selfishly, even if only for a brief moment. She stares up at the ceiling, waiting for her cock to go down.
Jihyo’s turning the kettle on when Y/N pops up behind her to greet her with a kiss. Unthinkingly, Jihyo flinches.
“What’s got you so twitchy this morning?” Y/N asks, looking slightly hurt. It’s not uncommon for her to be so physically affectionate, so Jihyo can understand why her behaviour may look a bit erratic.
“Nothing, you just startled me, is all.”
“Bullshit, Hyo, you’re looking at me like I’m going to murder you in cold blood at any second.”
They’ve been together long enough that Y/N can read her like a book. If she tries to lie again, it’s likely Y/N will end up more hurt, or it would be quick grounds to start an unnecessary fight.
Jihyo supposes there’s no point in hiding it, even if it makes her feel like some hormonal teenager who can’t control her urges. She sucks in a deep breath, ignoring the heat on her cheeks.
“… I had a sex dream about you and I last night.”
“Oh?” Y/N says, eyes sparking with interest, her demeanour instantly changing, “And how was I?”
Jihyo chuckles. Leave it to Y/N to recover quickly at a time like this.
“A tease, like usual. Grinding on my lap and riling me up while I was trying to work.”
Y/N makes a noise of interest. “Wow, baby, it’s only been a day since we last had sex and you’re already having wet dreams? And you call me the insatiable one.”
“Wasn't a wet dream,” Jihyo mutters, “I woke up before I could finish.”
“Oh?” Y/N says again, a glint in her eyes, “What did you do?”
“I thought about jerking off, but I ended up just trying to sleep it off. Not like I could just wake you up to have sex— you were pretty knocked out.”
“Oh.” Y/N repeats, but she averts her gaze this time, humming a soft noise of disappointment. Jihyo immediately frowns. Clearly, she’s missing something here.
“What, did I do something wrong?”
Jihyo racks her brain for what could’ve possibly happened within the last ten seconds for her girlfriend’s mood to drop so suddenly like this. Was it her phrasing, or the tone of how she’d said it?
“Y/N, please. I know how much you value your sleep. If I made you feel guilty about sleeping, please know, I really mean what I said. I can handle myself no problem, I swear.”
“Then why do I feel like you’re upset?”
Y/N is still looking away, but Jihyo notices she doesn’t look upset. In fact, she looks more flustered than anything.
“Then what is it?” Jihyo asks, watching as Y/N distracts herself by grabbing a mug from the dish rack.
Instead of replying immediately, the older girl continues to busy herself with pouring a cup of coffee. Jihyo raises a brow at that. Y/N rarely ever drank coffee, usually opting for some sort of over the top sugary frappe in the morning to get her caffeinated fix.
“I just,” Y/N finally starts, dumping a lethal amount of marshmallows into her mug, “you could, you know. If you wanted.”
Y/N sighs, finally looking up from her coffee to bravely face Jihyo. “If you needed release while I was sleeping, you could.”
And there it is. The reason for Y/N dancing around the subject, subjecting herself to drinking the coffee in their house, albeit the sweetest version she could concoct.
Clearly, she’d intended to ease Jihyo into the idea, wanting the build up to this suggestion to make the payoff worth it when the truth was revealed.
But Y/N has always been direct to almost the point of impatience. It’s part of why Jihyo loves her.
“What? I’m not gonna wake you up just because I’m horny.”
“I’m not saying you have to wake me up.”
Did she hear right? Is Y/N really offering what Jihyo’s thinking?
Y/N sighs, rolling her eyes before finally meeting Jihyo’s gaze again. “You could fuck me. If you were feeling needy, I mean.”
“While you’re… asleep?” Jihyo asks, feeling dizzy with the amount of revelations her girlfriend is dropping.
“Oh,” Jihyo says, slightly taken aback. “Y/N, I don’t know,” she scratches the back of her head, “I’m not sure I could just… do that without asking.”
“If you’re worried about consent, this is me giving it to you.”
“But-“ Jihyo starts, but Y/N interrupts her before she can get her thoughts fully across.
“Maybe I’m not phrasing this right. If you’re horny and I’m just laying there, right next to you, I’d much rather you use me than your own hand. Her eyes darken, and Jihyo gulps. “Or worse, willing it away.”
Jihyo’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. She has to admit, she’s never thought about what she’d do if Y/N, or any of her partners for that matter, gave her free reign over their bodies like that.
“C’mon, Hyo. Do you honestly not find it hot to just use me for your release like that? To fuck me awake? Personally, I’ve kind of always wanted to wake up to you already drilling into me.”
How can Y/N say such filthy things so early in the morning? Maybe it’s because Jihyo didn’t get to finish last night, paired with the nonchalance her girlfriend is requesting these impure acts, because it’s barely eight in the morning and Jihyo can already feel her cock stirring in her pants.
“Really? This is something you’ve- you’ve thought about?”
“Fantasized, even. I really like the thought of you using me for your own selfish pleasure like that. You know how good it makes me feel when you get rough with me.”
Jihyo is still so stunned. She can’t lie— the thought is turning her on embarrassingly quickly when Y/N keeps talking like that. And maybe she shouldn’t be surprised, after all, considering Y/N always loves acting out so Jihyo can react accordingly.
Y/N seems to take her silence as a maybe, taking a sip of her “coffee” before brushing against the girl as she leans into Jihyo’s ear.
“I can’t think of a better way to wake up than being halfway to orgasm,” Y/N whispers. “Or, better yet, to orgasm.”
“Something to consider, maybe? If you think about it, we’re kinda already halfway there when we fall asleep with you tucked into me like that.”
And with that, Y/N gives Jihyo a quick, innocent peck on the lips paired with a sweet smile like she didn’t just say something straight out of a raunchy porno. Then she’s stepping out of the kitchen, swaying her hips in one of Jihyo’s oversized t-shirts as she heads back to her study.
Jihyo’s sporting a semi already, and groans when she remembers she’s running late for work.
Jihyo wakes with a start behind Y/N, her cock painfully hard and still fit snug into Y/N’s throbbing pussy. Her walls are squeezing so incessantly, Jihyo already feels out of breath. It feels so good.
The other girl hums in her sleep, and Jihyo registers that Y/N’s cupping her own tit under her shirt. Despite having sex before falling asleep, it’s evident that Y/N must be having a wet dream. She’s always been insatiable like that.
Jihyo is still shaking the haze out of her sleep-addled mind when she realizes her own hips are already shallowly rocking of their own accord. The wet squelching fills the room, and Jihyo feels powerless to the pleasure. If this is what Y/N wants, then so be it. She pulls Y/N even closer, so her back is pressed more firmly against Jihyo’s chest, her nipples hardening from the friction of each thrust.
“Fuck, baby,” Jihyo mutters under her breath when Y/N gushes out more of their mixed cum. She lays a hand atop Y/N’s, squeezing at her breast before snaking her hand down to squeeze her hip, pulling her even closer.
Jihyo lengthens her strokes now, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in softly. Kissing Y/N’s shoulder, she reaches around from behind Y/N to rub at her girlfriend’s clit, grunting when she feels Y/N become impossibly tighter.
The bed creaks softly with every movement. Dimly, Jihyo wonders what it’ll take to wake Y/N up. She’s tempted to lose all restraint and pound into her, but the position is less than ideal.
She gently readjusts Y/N onto her back, carefully spreading her legs so she can comfortably settle on top of her girlfriend. She wants to be the first thing Y/N sees when she wakes up. Below her, Y/N continues to slumber, her eyes shifting under their lids as she continues to dream. A soft sigh escapes her mouth.
Jihyo feels a surge of lust crackling through her at the sight, knowing her girlfriend must be having a filthy dream, if her throbbing pussy is anything to go by. She kneads at Y/N’s breast then, rubbing a thumb over her pert nipple. Feeling the goose flesh on her fingertips, Jihyo finally leans in, taking as much as she could fit into her mouth and sucking lightly.
She mouths at her tit, leaving behind a a small hickey while palming the other in her hand. Dimly, she registers she’s humping the mattress. It barely gives her any relief, but she’s desperate for any sort of friction, no matter how minor.
Then, the head of her cock brushes against Y/N’s thighs, and Jihyo suddenly remembers why she repositioned them in the first place. Reaching down between them, she drags her cock through Y/N’s sopping wet folds a few times, groaning at how easily it slides through.
“So good, you’re so good for me,” she pants, carelessly making even more of a mess of their cum between them. She presses closer to Y/N, intending to grind even harder, but Y/N is so wet Jihyo slides back into her entrance easily. The older girl shifts slightly in her sleep.
“Fuck,” Jihyo curses, raw pleasure rippling through her veins. Even though she was just inside her, Y/N still feels ridiculously tight. Her cock is so snug, so perfectly fit in Y/N’s cunt that Jihyo almost feels all too content to just lay there, halfway seated in her girlfriend.
But then she finally pushes in all the way, balls deep, and suddenly, it’s not enough. Y/N’s pussy is slick and so perfectly stretched around Jihyo, squeezing her like a vice. Jihyo whines quietly, drawing her hips back only to rock back in. Y/N’s breasts jiggle with every movement, so Jihyo reaches down to squeeze them, enjoying the feeling of her erect nipples brushing against her palms.
Y/N seems to only suck her in deeper the harsher Jihyo is, so the younger girl falls forward, draping her full body weight over Y/N.
“Yes, baby,” Jihyo pants, now uncaring if Y/N wakes up. She thrusts into her in earnest now, Y/N bouncing limply under her as the bed creaks louder and louder.
Y/N shifts again, arms still uselessly bracketing her own head, her brow furrowing slightly. She moans softly before she starts to return some of Jihyo’s thrusts, albeit sluggishly.
“That’s a good girl,” Jihyo whispers, when she feels Y/N’s cunt grasping her even tighter, walls pulsing relentlessly.
It seems Jihyo’s timer is finally running out, for Y/N is beginning to more lucidly return her thrusts. She’s waking up properly, it seems.
“Baby,” Jihyo says, lifting her head up from Y/N’s shoulder to smile down at her.
“Hyo, oh my god,” Y/N breathes. She’s just woken up, and her hole is already so tight, so close to orgasm.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“It’s about time,” Y/N says, hooking her arms around Jihyo’s neck to pull her in for a kiss. “I thought I was dreaming.”
“You were dreaming something — squeezing my cock like that. I woke up already fucking you.”
“Yeah? I think my dream came true,“ Y/N sighs, legs wrapping around Jihyo’s waist.
Jihyo’s still rutting into her as best she can despite her now limited mobility. She’s nosing at the older girl’s neck, panting as she sloppily leaves wet kisses at every expanse of her skin. Y/N lays helplessly under her, tugging lightly at Jihyo’s hair while fruitlessly attempting to meet her thrusts.
“You’re so desperate for my cock Y/N-yah,” Jihyo breathes, nipping at her collarbone, “So tight around me, pussy sucking me awake. Your body works for me when you’re not even awake yet.”
“Mm, fuck,” Y/N tries, “All for you, Hyo.”
”So this is what you fantasize about, huh? For me to break your greedy cunt when you’re half asleep? To breed you good and well so you wake up to another load stuffed in you?”
“Please,” Y/N begs, ankles attempting to pull Jihyo somehow even closer, doing her best to rock herself further onto Jihyo’s cock.
Their room is a cacophony of moans, creaking, and the sound of the headboard hitting the wall. Jihyo can feel the ache in her hips; Y/N’s been holding on for dear life, lower body rising up with Jihyo’s movements each time she pulls back to rail her overwhelmingly aroused girlfriend. Given their position, Jihyo’s thrusts are short, but she makes up for them in strength and tenacity.
It isn’t long before Y/N is whining, grip slackening as she stiffens below Jihyo. “Ah, fuck, Hyo, I’m gonna-“ Y/N starts, but is cut off by an abrupt whimper. Her cunt grasps Jihyo even tighter, her entire body seeming to pulse as she shudders beneath Jihyo.
Jihyo ceases her movements, eyes shutting as she pushes her own orgasm away with difficulty. Y/N’s orgasm attempts to milk Jihyo of her cum, walls fluttering deliciously around her thick girth, but Jihyo sucks in a breath deeply, willing it away once more. She doesn’t want this to end yet.
Y/N is so pretty when she cums, hair splayed out against their sheets, eyes scrunched up in pleasure. Jihyo’s heart aches at the sight; her pretty girl. Although Jihyo is accustomed to taking control in the bedroom, she wants to be good for Y/N. One orgasm is hardly enough.
Y/N is barely finished recovering when Jihyo regains her bearings. She readjusts, sitting up as she folds up Y/N’s legs to prevent her girlfriend from locking her in again.
“Is this okay?” Jihyo asks, but she’s already pumping in and out, thighs sticky with all the cum leaking out of Y/N’s hole.
“Fuck, baby, yes, please,” Y/N hisses, though her body is still boneless, legs still shaking. Always a glutton for overstimulation.
Like a woman possessed, Jihyo rocks them noisily on the mattress, bending her almost in half so Y/N’s ankles dangle in the air. She slams back in with a particularly hard thrust, seeming to hit Y/N so good, she wails.
“Can’t believe how cock hungry you are, baby. Always begging me to stay inside, plugging our cum up in your tight little hole. No matter how many times I breed your pretty pussy, you’re always so, fuck, tight for me. Like you’re molded for my cock.”
Despite how absolutely wrecked Y/N seems, she still somehow knows exactly what to say to aggravate Jihyo into her roughest state.
”Mm, fuck, ‘cause you’re mine, Hyo,” Y/N pants, “My good Hyo who fucks me so good— needs to go harder, please.”
Jihyo inhales deeply, provoked into fucking Y/N the way she likes best then; fast and brutal, selfishly chasing her own orgasm. Y/N stares up at her, eyes glassy and slack jawed. She slides further up the mattress with each push, punctuated by filthy moans as the bed creaks loudly around them.
“Hyo, God, Hyo, Hyo,” Y/N gasps, hands pushing against the headboard to keep her head from hitting the hardwood.
Jihyo’s movements are getting sloppier now, Y/N’s pussy relentlessly wrapping and squeezing around her girth. She leans forward to wetly kiss Y/N briefly, panting heavily against the other girl’s mouth as her balls start to tighten.
“Gonna cum, baby. Gonna cum inside you.”
Y/N wraps her arms around Jihyo again, nodding her confirmation. Jihyo rams her cock into Y/N’s hole balls deep, stuffing her load deep into Y/N’s womb, triggering another one of Y/N’s orgasms.
Jihyo shudders on top of her, grunting almost animalistically as Y/N’s pussy hungrily squeezes her length, attempting to milk her completely of her seed. Despite cumming herself, Y/N is still thrusting up shallowly at Jihyo’s shuddering cock, greedily sucking up whatever Jihyo has to offer.
Jihyo feels Y/N’s cunt overflow with their cum at her desperate movements, squelching loudly as the wetness surely spreads onto their sheets. She finally ceases her movements as her trembling slowly tapers off.
Feeling spent, Jihyo rests her body weight on Y/N once more, keeping her cock tucked snugly in their mess. The sound of their ragged mingled breathing serves as white noise, their heartbeats mutually calming in tandem.
“Holy shit,” Y/N breathes into Jihyo’s ear, brushing some of her girlfriend’s hair from her face.
“Well, let’s think. I’ve been begging you to fuck me rough like that for ages, and you finally fulfilled a longtime kink of mine. What do you think?”
A soft exhale. “Just checking.”
“I’m pretty sure I squirted once or twice.”
Jihyo chuckles, “I’ll change the sheets.”
“Tomorrow, I hope? Don’t tell me you’re tired already.”
“You’re really insatiable, aren’t you?”
“We’re just getting started.”
