#sss

H2H stands for head to head, specifically when Jiwoo dings herself against your head and kisses you, a hit of something she really shouldn't have. She's all over you, kissing you hungrily.

"You could afford to be a little nicer to my groupmates." Her hands slip under your t-shirt.

"What did Stella say this time?" You leave her jacket on the floor.

"You said she was rude?" She leaves a hickey on your neck.

"I said she was impudent." You pull her top off and leave one on her chest.

"And she called you an asshole." Down go your shorts.

"Like I said, impudent." Flip up her skirt and pull down her panties.

"It'll help me if you're nice." Jiwoo sinks down.

"How, they're not supposed to find out about us." You thrust up. "Not supposed to know why their leader keeps her jerk friend around." Jiwoo whines as you slip a hand under her bra, pinching her nipple not too gently.

H2H stands for hip to hip, and that's exactly what you two are, your hips flush against Jiwoo's as you bend her over the bed.

"Harder! Please harder!" There's no more talk about being nice to anyone.

"Yeah? Harder?" You slam yourself forward—Jiwoo's hips are going to show bruises if she wears her jeans too low.

"Yes, make me take it, give it to me!" Deep, hard, fast, the three things Choi Jiwoo kept you around for. "Hnngh so big!" That too. Her legs sag as she begins to lose strength, but you have enough for both of you. You keep her pinned against the bed, making her yelp and wail. Jiwoo came to you to let loose, for stress relief, or whatever other excuse she tells herself.

To feel good.

And Jiwoo came plenty of course—there’s already a wet spot on the floor, and she's due to make it a pool before you're done with her.

"Oh fuck I'm cumming again!" she shudders, and the puddle of slick grows beneath her.

"Give me one more Jiwoo." You rub her clit, and she can already feel it coming.

"Yes please..."

H2H stands for head to head again, but this time Jiwoo's lips are pressed against your tip, enveloping it as she kneels in her own wet spot and strokes you off.

"Don't swallow," you grunt as she gets you off, filling her mouth and making sure she tastes your saltiness, your cum pooling on her tongue. "Now spill it."

Jiwoo shifts slightly, and your load flows out, covering your head, leaking out the sides of her mouth, dripping off her chin and joining the mess on the floor—it is utterly obscene perfection.

"Mm!" She waves her hand vaguely, but you're already handing her a tissue, H2H also stands for how the tissue travels, hand to hand.

"Why do you always make me do that?" Jiwoo mutters as she finally cleans your load from her mouth.

"Because you look hot when you make a mess."

"I—" Jiwoo glares but doesn't continue. "I'm going to wash up."

"Should I stay or do you want me to head out first?"

"Stay."

H2H ultimately stands for heart to heart, your chest pressed against her back, slow heartbeats soothing each other as you spoon her.

"How is everything?" you mumble into her neck.

"Good, alright... A lot," Jiwoo finally admits.

"A lot, but manageable?"

"Barely."

"Knew you could do it, you're doing great."

"For now."

"I'm here. Add all the qualifiers you want, but I'm here always." You can feel Jiwoo's heart rate rise against your chest.

"Treat them nicer then, for me."

"You really want them to think better of me?"

"I'd rather hear them complain about other stuff than you." Jiwoo brings your hand to her heart—hand over hand, hand over heart. "For when they find out."

*****

"Whoa Jiwoo unnie, look!" There's a huge coffee cart outside their filming spot, and Jiwoo's face is plastered all over it. "Who got this for you? You're so lucky!"

"Ah, I'm not sure..." Jiwoo had an idea.

"They're such a big fan of you!"

"Yeah, big umm, fan." Jiwoo blushes and gets in line for coffee.

"Unnie, your guy friend, do you know what he said to me yesterday?" Oh no, here we go again.

"No, what?"

Sorry.