#harom

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~A felhők fölött három méterrel

saerom is always aware of how hayoung looks at her, adorable yet piercing eyes staring at her with love while undressing her at the same time. she doesn’t miss the way hayoung’s hands linger on her stomach or how hard her heart is beating against her chest. nor, how she hasn’t stopped looking at her lips every now and again. neither is ready to make the first move, but it kinda just happens. saerom has always wondered how hayoung’s lips would feel against her own and it’s better than she ever could imagine. feeling soft, full lips against hers moving slowly but with purpose. in the next moment, they are against the wall, hands pressing into bare skin and knees giving out. they slide down the wall, hayoung finding comfort in saerom’s arms on her lap, hips rocking as saerom’s lips move to her neck, hayoung’s hands splayed on her back and neck. their bodies move on their own, saerom soon finds herself on her back, hayoung is straddling her stomach, hips gaining speed, but her pants are in the way. hands tug at her pants, not even caring if her panties are still on as they are pushed aside. “i want to feel you.” is all that is said before saerom pulls hayoung down for a kiss, needy and desperate. saerom’s hands settle on her hips, before steadily creating a rhythm. she can tell hayoung is trying so hard to be quiet, but she knows it feels good. anyone can walk in and see them, but that’s what makes it fun. saerom loves seeing her flushed and panting above her hips picking up in speed as she pushes herself down hard against her. saerom’s hands slide up and under her shirt the first moment she gets, finding her hands palming her chest, feeling the way hayoung shivers under her touch. she figured hayoung would be sensitive but the way her hips start to go even faster and her moans become even louder, she knows it. and hayoung is sensitive, like extremely. even a ghost of a touch could have her making a sound. she can tell she’s close when her hands move from her hair down to the ground on either side of her unnie’s head. saerom’s hand move to her back as she pulls her close letting her finish, wet and fast, leaving slick in her stomach, imagining what it would be like to taste her. she tenses in her arms before just relaxing in her hold for a few moments. “if you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” saerom jokes. leaving hayoung to whine “unnie!~” against her neck before smiling.

i agree, gyuri would be too flustered and jisun would be too brazen. but, hayoung is such a needy baby. like she is the cutest when she’s flustered and not sure what to do, but the moment she sets her eyes on saerom when she takes her shirt off, she just needs to touch. saerom is sweating and breathing hard, her abs flexing with every breath. hayoung wants to keep her hands to herself, but when saerom is pressed against her begging for a hug, she can’t help but slowly glide her hands over her abs, feeling them under her fingertips, before settling on her hips. like hayoung just lets whoever she’s with take control and in this situation, there is nothing more than she wants is for saerom is pull her down and let her feel her abs.

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