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he's so pliant and willing in her hold. with every gentle tug of her fingers, every shift of her above him, jay finds himself sinking further and further into everything that is hanna. his smile grows against her skin, lips curled into a hazy smirk as she tugs him closer, almost impossibly so. but he doesn't mind. can never mind when he feels the warmth from her body, the way her arms wind so perfectly around his shoulders. like she was meant to be there. and part of him truly thinks she was.

his eyes are just as wide when he blinks up at her, listening intently. eager to follow through with whatever she wants. and when she states it, he's sure the want is easy to see. his cheeks, already dusted a light pink from his previous release, darken, and the softness in his eyes turns to hunger. the thought of her holding him down, of her using his mouth to get what she wants, makes fire burn deep in the pit of his belly. whining, he nods, unable to stop the way his hips instinctively buck up into her lap.

❛ y-yeah, ❜ he finally manages. ❛ yeah -- fuck, of course, baby. you always taste so good -- please, wanna see it for myself. ❜ leaning up, jay cups the side of her face, brings them together for another slow, open mouthed kiss before he's laying back against the pillows. his hands settle at her hips, and jay begins to tug her up, letting her settle atop his chest to get herself situated. fingers run delicately over the pleats in her skirt, and jay's teeth worry his lower lip as he moves down, gently towards the apex of her thighs. ❛ come here, jagiya. lemme see you. ❜

Hanna  watches  the  change  in  his  face  the  second  the  words  leave  her  mouth.  The  blush,  the  way  he  looks  at  her  after,  all  open  and  wanting.  It  makes  something  tight  twist  low  in  her  stomach.  He’s  always  so  eager  with  her,  so  ready  to  give,  and  she  likes  what  that  does  to  him.  Likes  how  easily  he  melts  when  she  guides  him  where  she  wants  him.  The  kiss  pulls  a  quiet  sound  from  her  throat,  slower  this  time,  messy  in  the  way  their  mouths  part  and  meet  again.  Her  fingers  slide  into  his  hair  as  he  settles  back  against  the  pillows,  and  Hanna  follows  the  pull  of  his  hands  without  resistance.  The  skirt  bunches  higher  over  her  thighs  while  she  shifts  over  him,  knees  pressing  into  the  mattress  beside  his  ribs.“  Do  I  always  taste  that  good  for  you,  baby?”  she  murmurs,  though  there’s  no  real  warning  in  it.

every day is a test of his resolve. events are becoming a little easier to manage, a little less terrifying when he has her by his side. hanna's presence is so calming -- her commanding demeanor always leaves him a little breathless, a little starry-eyed with admiration. however, her confidence is often a double edged sword -- because she knows how weak he is. how desperate he becomes for her touch with just one drag of her hand against his leg under the table. it makes him breathless when they're finally alone, his body crowding hers against the wall with a hungry desperation. whining, jay follows her movements, lets his fingers run through the slickness of her folds without a second though. ❛ baby -- you're so wet, ❜ he comments, noting how easily he slides against her. it makes his brain even crazier, makes his hips twitch into the hold she has when hanna finally takes his cock into her hands.

her words, her wants, are easily med with a swift nod. ❛ y-yeah -- yeah, fuck, f'course i can. ❜ it's not even a question, no hesitation in the way he shifts his fingers, eagerly looking to press inside of her. it's not as gentle as he usually is, but they're on borrowed time. plus, jay feels the way his head is spinning, so close to the edge already. ( the effect she has on him should be studied. ) whining, he shifts, adjusting to slide a second finger in alongside the first. he's quick to pump in and out, scissoring her open in a way that ensures she'll be able to take him. that he won't hurt her. his thumb moves to rub circles against her clit, unable to help himself from coaxing more soft moans from her perfectly glossed lips.

❛ been thinkin' about fucking you all night, ❜ he admits, the words hot when he speaks. ❛ you drive me fucking crazy, hanna. i can't -- i can't keep my hands off you. ❜ there's a whine in his tone, and jay grinds against her, lets her feel how desperately he wants her before he's pulling his hand back. there's no wait in how he sucks his fingers into his mouth, groaning around them to savor the taste of his girlfriend. ❛ fuck, i wish i could go down on you, ❜ he breathes quietly, mostly to himself, before his hands are moving. gently, he bends down, scoops her up with broad hands behind her knees until she can wrap her legs around his waist. his body weight is used to hold her against the wall, and jay takes the chance to slide his pants down, freeing his cock with a restrained whine. his other hand moves to slide her skirt up just enough to press the head of his cock against her core, where he knows she needs him most. ❛ ask me again, ❜ he breathes, the words oddly rough as he leans forward, presses their foreheads together. he glides himself against her, lets his dick rub against her clit teasingly. ❛ ask me again to fuck you, baby, and i will. ❜

Hanna  loved  watching  him  come  apart  for  her.  It  was  there  in  every  shaky  breath,  every  desperate  touch,  every  look  he  gave  her  like  she  held  the  entire  room  steady  just  by  standing  in  it.  He  talked  big  sometimes,  tried  to  sound  composed,  but  the  second  she  put  her  hands  on  him,  he  folded  so  easily.  And  God,  she  liked  that.  Pinned  against  the  wall  by  his  weight,  Hanna  tilted  her  chin  up  just  enough  to  keep  his  eyes  on  her.  Her  hand  stayed  wrapped  around  him,  slow  and  firm,  feeling  the  way  he  twitched  every  time  she  stroked  him.  The  sound  he  made  nearly  pulled  a  grin  out  of  her.  “Fuck  baby,  you  are  so  hard.”  she  murmured.  “You  want  me  that  bad?”  Her  tone  stayed  calm,  controlled,  even  while  heat  coiled  low  in  her  stomach  from  the  way  he  touched  her.  The  rough  pace  of  his  fingers  had  her  thighs  tightening  around  his  hips,  a  quiet  gasp  slipping  out  before  she  bit  it  back.

Still,  she  could  feel  herself  getting  wetter  from  the  way  he  obeyed  so  quickly.  So  eager.  So  desperate  to  please  her.  Hanna  dragged  her  thumb  over  the  tip  of  his  cock,  watching  his  expression  carefully  before  giving  him  another  slow  stroke.  “That’s  it.”  she  said  softly.  “Keep  those  fingers  moving  for  me.”  Her  forehead  rested  against  his  for  a  second  while  he  ground  against  her,  needy  and  impatient.  The  whine  in  his  voice  almost  made  her  laugh  under  her  breath.  He  looked  wrecked  already,  and  he  still  wanted  permission.  She  kissed  him  once,  brief  and  sharp,  more  teasing  than  sweet.  Then  she  pulled  back  just  enough  to  keep  control  of  the  moment.  Jay  always  got  like  this  when  she  took  charge,  heavy  breathing  and  shaking  hands,  like  he’d  give  her  anything  if  she  asked  the  right  way.  And  honestly,  he  would.  The  thought  alone  made  her  pulse  jump.

there's always something so serious bubbling under the surface when gunwoo speaks to him. and maybe minjoon should be more appreciative, should try to understand where the older man is coming from. because he is just doing his job, after all -- even if that job comes at the cost of minjoon's limited freedom. as he rattles off all the possible dangers that come with his actions, minjoon can't help the way his eyes roll. "oh please -- what, i'm supposed to tell you when i break the rules? are you gonna help me sneak out of here?" he pauses, tonguing his cheek as his head tilts. "or are you gonna tell my parents about what i'm doing and get me in trouble, hmm? because if that's the case," his fingers tap on the arm of his chair, "it's better you don't know what i'm doing."

he senses when gunwoo steps closer, and the feeling that settles in his stomach is something he's slowly becoming used to. there's something that rushes up his spine, a pleasant thrill that pushes him further. his legs drop from the desk, landing on the floor with a soft thud as he slowly brings himself upright. "you don't need to treat me like i'm some kind of... damsel in distress. i'm a big boy. i can handle the world." and though the words are true, something pings in his brain. the thought of gunwoo not being there makes his jaw clench, makes something akin to jealousy flare up within him. ( for what, he can't quite place. he still works for him, despite the nonsense minjoon throws in his face. that has to mean something, right? )

with a pause, he rolls his neck, takes a step closer towards the other man with narrowed eyes. "i can behave," he warns, tone lower. "you just don't trust me enough to let it happen. you always think you know better than me." and he does, minjoon's brain reminds him. he's trained for things like this. minjoon's impulsivity has gone unchecked for too long, and when presented with a solution, he doesn't know what to do. how to act. he's too stubborn to admit the other man is right. so, instead, he challenges him with a raised brow. "you? impolite? please. i'd pay see it." there's a beat as he huffs out a disbelieving breath. "i'd love to see you try and control me -- i'm not afraid of you."

Gunwoo  lets  him  talk  without  interrupting.  That’s  the  first  thing  Minjoon  probably  doesn’t  notice.  Most  people  around  the  prince  rush  to  smooth  things  over,  rush  to  agree,  rush  to  avoid  whatever  mood  he’s  in.  Gunwoo  just  stands  there  and  takes  the  hit  straight  on.  His  eyes  follow  the  prince’s  fingers  tapping  against  the  chair  arm  before  shifting  back  to  his  face.  Calm.  Steady.  The  same  look  that  always  seems  to  irritate  Minjoon  more  than  yelling  ever  could.  “I  don’t  care  about  getting  you  in  trouble.”  Gunwoo  says  plainly.  “If  I  thought  telling  your  parents  would  solve  anything,  I  would’ve  done  it  already.”  He  steps  closer  again,  not  enough  to  crowd  him,  but  enough  to  make  it  clear  he  isn’t  backing  down.  Minjoon  keeps  pushing  for  reactions  like  he’s  testing  the  limits  of  a  fence.  Gunwoo’s  learned  that  much  about  him  already.  “And  sneaking  you  out?”  A  quiet  breath  leaves  through  his  nose,  almost  a  laugh.  “You  think  I’d  still  have  this  job  if  I  helped  a  prince  disappear  in  the  middle  of  the  night?”

The  look  Minjoon  gives  him  after  that  should  probably  make  him  step  back.  Instead,  Gunwoo  feels  his  jaw  tighten  for  a  different  reason  entirely.  The  prince  gets  like  this  when  he’s  cornered  ,  shoulders  loose,  eyes  sharp,  mouth  running  ahead  of  whatever  common  sense  tries  to  catch  up.  “You  keep  acting  like  this  is  about  control.”  Gunwoo  folds  his  arms  loosely  over  his  chest.  “It’s  not.  You’re  free  to  make  reckless  choices  if  you  want.  I  can’t  stop  you  from  doing  stupid  things  every  second  of  the  day.”  A  pause.  “But  when  something  happens,  I’m  the  one  expected  to  pull  you  out  of  it.”  Minjoon  steps  closer.  Gunwoo  doesn’t  move  an  inch.  He  can  feel  the  shift  in  the  room  the  second  the  distance  closes,  can  see  the  prince  trying  to  provoke  something  out  of  him  again.  Fear.  Anger.  Anything  dramatic  enough  to  prove  a  point.  What  he  gets  instead  is  Gunwoo  staring  down  at  him  with  the  same  frustrating  composure.

it’s incredible how quickly his tune changes when they’re behind closed doors. in public, minjoon is adamant — self assured in the way he shoves off all attempts at people telling him what to do. how to do it. he’s defiant, and loud, and angry in ways that don’t always make sense. ( and maybe that’s why he fell into.. whatever this is so easily. because while may not want it, the feeling that rushes through him when gunwoo tells him how to act, how to touch, how to please him — it shuts down all the noises in his brain. silences the thoughts that tell him you’re not enough. )

easily, he lets gunwoo guide him, jaw relaxed and body on fire as he lays flat. he could do this for hours, he thinks — gunwoo never lets him have it for longer, always makes him work for what he wants. makes him use his words, reduces him to a begging, babbling mess. and he loves it. moaning around gunwoo’s cock, minjoon nods his head furiously. “fuck — yeah. was made for this,” he admits freely, hips rutting against the mattress to relieve himself of the burning tension in his stomach. ( he’s been hard for what feels like forever — ever since gunwoo looked at him from across the table, after minjoon dared to trail his foot up the other man’s calf in a silent challenge. a challenge he won, considering where he is. ) “my mouth was made for your cock, sir,” he breathes, voice shot from the pressure of taking gunwoo to the hilt over, and over, and over again.

Gunwoo  could  always  tell  when  Minjoon  finally  stopped  fighting  himself.  Outside,  the  prince  pushed  against  everything,  at  every  order,  every  expectation.  Every  look  thrown  his  way.  He  walked  around  like  the  whole  world  was  daring  him  to  crack  first,  loud  enough  to  drown  out  anyone  trying  to  control  him.  In  here,  though,  it  was  different.  Gunwoo  kept  one  hand  tight  in  Minjoon’s  hair,  watching  the  way  he  melted  into  every  word  directed  at  him.  No  hesitation  or  attitude,  just  submission  and  it  welt  right  up  to  his  ego  and  down  to  his  cock.  Just  heat  and  need  and  that  desperate  little  edge  in  his  voice  that  only  showed  up  behind  locked  doors.  His  thumb  brushed  against  Minjoon’s  jaw  once,  almost  absentmindedly,  before  tightening  his  grip  when  the  prince  sank  down  again.  “There  he  is,.”  Gunwoo  muttered,  voice  low  and  rough.  “That’s  the  version  of  you  I  like.”  Minjoon’s  words  dragged  something  dark  and  satisfied  out  of  him.  Made  for  this.  Mouth  made  for  him.  Always  so  demanding  even  when  he  was  on  his  knees  asking  for  it.

Gunwoo  huffed  quietly  through  his  nose,  more  amused  than  surprised.  “Still  bratty.”  he  said.  “Begging  with  an  attitude.  Don't  worry,  I  will  fuck  it  out  of  you  soon.”  His  hand  guided  Minjoon  back  just  enough  to  make  him  look  up.  Flushed  face,  swollen  mouth,  eyes  glassy  already.  Gunwoo  held  his  gaze  there  for  a  second,  letting  the  prince  feel  exactly  how  exposed  he  looked.  And  how  much  Gunwoo  liked  it.  “You  get  addicted  to  being  told  what  to  do?”  he  asked  softly.  “That  what  this  is?  Will  you  do  everything  I  tell  you  tonight?  And  every  night?”  The  slow  drag  of  Minjoon’s  hand  nearly  broke  the  rest  of  his  sentence  apart.  Gunwoo’s  jaw  tightened  instead,  one  hand  bracing  against  the  mattress  beside  Minjoon’s  shoulder  while  the  other  stayed  buried  in  his  hair.  Minjoon  always  got  impatient  around  this  point.  Started  pushing  Like  if  he  demanded  enough,  Gunwoo  might  finally  give  him  exactly  what  he  wanted  without  making  him  earn  it  first.  It  never  worked.

sometimes, jay has to wonder how he feels so much. how a simple night out with daehyun has a fire burning under his skin before they even get back to his apartment. something about the older man truly makes his brain break, makes every part of his mind forget how to think rationally. a kind smile, a softened gaze, a gentle laugh -- they all make him melt. and when daehyun keeps him close all night, it nearly makes his heart burst out of his chest. it's that very reason that has him all over the other man the second they want in, hands desperately grabbing at any part of daehyun that he can reach. hands in his hair, at his waist, on his thighs -- jay doesn't part, doesn't breathe as he tries to devour the other man whole.

it's noted in the way they tumble onto the couch, in the way his hands immediately poke under the hem of daehyun's t-shirt, seeking refuge on the dip of his hips with a wanton whine. what he's not expecting -- or perhaps he should -- is the way dae takes his wrists, pulls them away to hold them back. ( patience is a virtue jay has yet to discover -- the way he shakes underneath him, eyes wide and lips parted, already kiss swollen and flushed, shows just as much. ) his hips grind up, meeting the slow offered thrust with a moan. ❛ p-patient, ❜ he repeats, though he's not sure he believes himself. not fully. instead, his fingers twitch, eager to reach out and touch. ( and he finds that, because he can't, he wants it more. )

teeth worry his lower lip, and jay tilts his head up, presses a line of soft, open mouthed kisses along the column of daehyun's throat. ❛ you -- you just drive me so crazy, ❜ he whines, the words tumbling from him in a rush. like he's embarrassed, almost, at how deeply he wants. his face is already flushed, pink from the top of his forehead all the way down, and jay nudges their faces together to press another kiss to the corner of daehyun's mouth. ❛ all night -- all night i wanted to... touch you, ❜ he explains, the admission making him blush even more. to prove his point, his hips roll up once more, letting the other man feel how affected he already is by nothing more than heated kisses. he makes no move to break away from the hold on his wrist, but jay does press his fingers into his palm, something to keep him distracted. ❛ can i? can i please touch you, hyung? ❜

Daehyun  should  have  expected  this  the  second  Jay  grabbed  his  hand  outside  the  restaurant  and  refused  to  let  go  the  entire  ride  home.  The  apartment  door  had  barely  shut  before  Jay  was  on  him,  all  restless  hands  and  desperate  kisses,  like  he'd  been  holding  himself  back  for  hours  and  finally  snapped.  Daehyun  stumbled  back  with  a  quiet  laugh  against  Jay’s  mouth,  hands  catching  at  his  waist  before  they  both  dropped  onto  the  couch  in  a  mess  of  limbs.  And  god,  Jay  was  always  like  this  with  him.  Honest  in  the  worst  ways.  Every  feeling  written  all  over  his  face  before  he  even  spoke.

Daehyun  let  him  squirm  for  a  moment  after  pinning  his  wrists  back,  watching  the  way  Jay’s  body  reacted  to  the  smallest  amount  of  restraint.  The  shaking  breath.  The  flushed  cheeks.  The  needy  roll  of  his  hips  that  pulled  a  low  exhale  from  Daehyun’s  chest.  “Patient.”  he  repeated,  voice  rough  with  amusement  more  than  warning.  “You’re  trying  very  hard  to  convince  me  you  don’t  know  what  that  word  means.”  Jay  whining  against  his  throat  nearly  broke  whatever  resolve  he  had  left.  Daehyun  tilted  his  head  slightly  to  give  him  room  to  kiss  along  his  neck,  fingers  tightening  instinctively  around  his  wrists  when  Jay  pushed  up  again.  He  could  feel  how  worked  up  he  was  already,  and  that  alone  made  heat  settle  low  in  his  stomach.  Then  Jay  started  talking.  That  always  got  him  worse  than  anything  else.

Gunwoo  laughs  under  his  breath  at  the  apology,  one  hand  gripping  Minjoon’s  hip  hard  enough  to  leave  marks  by  morning.  He  doesn’t  slow  down.  If  anything,  the  way  Minjoon  keeps  tightening  around  him  only  pushes  him  further.  “Sorry?”  he  mutters,  voice  rough.  “You  spent  the  whole  week  testing  me  on  purpose.”  Another  thrust  knocks  a  broken  sound  out  of  Minjoon,  and  Gunwoo  feels  it  straight  through  his  chest.  The  prince  is  shaking  beneath  him  now,  barely  holding  himself  up,  and  it  does  something  ugly  to  his  self-control.  Makes  him  want  to  ruin  him  completely.  He  leans  down,  grabbing  a  fistful  of  Minjoon’s  hair  just  to  pull  his  head  back  enough  to  hear  him  properly.  “And  now  you  can’t  think  straight?”  Gunwoo  says.  “That  sounds  like  your  problem,  Your  Highness.  I  know  you  love  it  when  I  fuck  you  like  this.”  The  title  comes  out  mocking,  but  low.  Private.

He  keeps  driving  into  him  hard,  steady,  not  giving  Minjoon  a  second  to  recover.  Every  time  the  younger  man  clenches  around  him,  Gunwoo  swears  under  his  breath  and  grips  tighter.  The  room  is  full  of  uneven  breathing,  the  sound  of  the  bed  shifting  against  the  floor,  Minjoon  trying  and  failing  to  stay  quiet.  Gunwoo  notices  it  immediately  —  the  way  Minjoon  bites  down  on  every  moan  like  he’s  still  trying  to  behave  “You’re  still  trying  to  keep  quiet?”  he  asks,  breath  hot  against  the  back  of  Minjoon’s  neck.  “After  acting  out  all  month  just  to  get  this?”  He  pushes  him  deeper  into  the  mattress  with  the  next  thrust,  holding  him  there,  he  angles  his  leg  a  little  higher  this  time,  to  reach  into  that  palce  inside  Minjoon  that  would  keep  him  trembling  all  day.  “Your  family  told  me  to  handle  you  however  I  wanted  if  you  kept  misbehaving,”  Gunwoo  says. 

❛  i can’t stop thinking about you.  ❜ ❛  i’m gonna make you scream my name.  ❜ ❛  you won’t be able to walk straight after i’m done with you.  ❜ ❛  you like it when i talk dirty to you, don’t you ?  ❜ ❛  i’m planning to turn you into a dripping mess.  ❜ ❛  you make me so horny i can’t think straight.  ❜ ❛  i’ve been thinking about bending you over that table and just having my way with you.  ❜ ❛  you’ve been a bad girl / boy, and deserve a punishment.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna come for me later ?  ❜ ❛  i’ve been touching myself to the throught of what you’re gonna do to me.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna be a good girl / boy ?  ❜ ❛  i want you to take control.  ❜ ❛  you didn’t think i’d just let you get away with all this teasing, right ?  ❜ ❛  if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve got a suprise planned for you later.  ❜ ❛  tonight is gonna be all about you.  ❜ ❛  i’m wearing some nice new lingerie for you.  ❜ ❛  do you see how hard / wet you’ve already made me ?  ❜ ❛  your moans are music to my ears.  ❜ ❛  i don’t normally do this, but you bring out this craziness in me.  ❜

[ PALM ] ― your muse palms my muse’s penis / breasts through their clothes. [ NIBBLE ] ― your muse gently nibbles on my muse’s earlobe. [ SEDUCTION ] ― my muse whispers dirty nothings into their ear. [ FRENCH KISS ] ― your muse kisses my muse with tongue. [ WATCH ] ― my muse starts to masturbate in front of your muse. [ CLOTHES OFF ] ― your muse helps my muse undress. [ WALL ] ― your muse pins my muse against the closest wall. [ GRIND ] ― your muse teasingly grinds against my muse. [ SEXTING ] ― my muse sends your muse a dirty text / picture. [ VIBRATION ] ― your muse controls a sextoy my muse has inside of them. [ MASSAGE ] ― my muse gives your my a sensual massage. [ BLINDFOLD ] ― my muse makes your muse wear a blindfold. [ FLASH ] ― my muse ‘accidentally’ flashes your muse. [ SUCK ] ― your muse sucks on a banana / lollipop in front of my muse. [ STRIP ] ― my muse gives your muse a strip tease. [ DANCE ] ― my muse dances seductively for your muse. [ TIES ] ― my muse ties your muse down on the bed. [ SPANKING ] ― your muse spanks my muses’ ass. [ PORN ] ― our muses watch a dirty movie together. [ LAP ] ― my muse sits on your muses’ lap and teases them.

▐║  ♡  ┊  𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑  𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍'𝐒  𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍.  Junha  has  never  considered  herself  cruel,  but  something  about  the  way  she  can  drive  the  other  mad  for  her  this  way  makes  her  feel  darkly  pleased  with  herself.  Powerful.  When  she'd  missed  practice,  she  hadn't  considered  how  angry  it  might  make  some  people.  It  was  a  personal  matter  that  needed  tending  to,  that's  all.  But  that  doesn't  stop  her  from  egging  on  Seonyeon  about  it  now.  Especially  when  it  provokes  such  a  delicious  punishment  —  teeth  against  her  throat,  their  naked  bodies  tangled,  the  other  woman  pinning  her  down  like  she  wants  to  put  her  in  her  place.  A  much  more  productive  way  for  them  both  to  let  the  energy  out.  The  friction  as  Seonyeon  forces  her  hips  down  again  is  enough  to  make  Junha  gasp,  the  muscles  in  her  lower  abdomen  contracting  at  the  contact.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWhen  she  takes  her  by  the  chin,  all  Junha  can  do  is  laugh  breathlessly,  her  smile  nothing  short  of  cocky,  looking  up  into  Seonyeon's  eyes  daringly. ㅤ❝ Is  that  a  promise,  unnie? ❞ㅤ she  purrs,  making  a  point  of  letting  her  gaze  travel  down  the  other's  body. ㅤ❝ You're  just  dying  to  have  the  excuse,  aren't  you?  To  fuck  me.  To  make  me  cry  out  your  name. ❞ㅤ Her  teasing  comes  to  a  temporary  end  as  Seonyeon's  mouth  claims  her  own,  a  moan  rumbling  in  Junha's  throat  at  the  pleasant,  bruising  pressure.  Lips  part  eagerly  for  the  other's  tongue,  meeting  it  with  her  own  hungry  swipes.  But  when  she  feels  her  thigh  press  between  her  legs,  another  grind  that  elicits  a  sound  from  where  their  bodies  meet,  her  mouth  falls  open  with  another  sharp,  more  gravelly  moan. ㅤ❝ And  god,  I  want  you  to  do  it.  You  know  I  do — ❞ㅤ Junha's  hips  press  upwards,  meeting  Seonyeon's  motion  with  her  own.  At  the  same  time,  her  hands  travel  behind  the  other,  both  pulling  and  pressing  at  the  soft  flesh  of  her  buttocks  to  bring  them  closer,  grinding  again  to  hear  the  dull,  wet  sounds  they  make.

Seonyeon  almost  hated  how  easy  Junha  made  it  to  lose  control.  Every  sharp  little  grin,  every  smug  look  in  her  eyes,  every  teasing  word  ,  she  did  it  on  purpose.  She  knew  exactly  what  she  was  doing  to  her.  Missing  practice  without  warning,  brushing  it  off  like  it  meant  nothing,  then  laying  there  under  her  with  that  cocky  smile  like  she  wanted  to  be  punished  for  it.  And  maybe  she  did.  Seonyeon  kept  one  hand  tight  around  Junha’s  jaw,  thumb  pressing  into  her  cheek  hard  enough  to  make  a  point.  Her  breathing  was  already  uneven,  heat  sitting  heavy  under  her  skin,  but  Junha’s  mouth  just  kept  running.  Kept  daring  her.  “You  talk  too  much.”  Her  eyes  dropped  briefly  to  the  slick  fingers  Junha  dragged  across  her  lips  before  she  caught  her  wrist  and  shoved  it  back  down  against  the  mattress.  Hard. With  someone  else,  she  would  think  she  was  being  too  rough,  but  Seonyeon  didn’t  take  them  back.  Junha  liked  this  version  of  her  too  much  for  that  it  seemed,  encouraging  her  when  she  lost  her  control,  liked  pushing  until  Seonyeon  snapped  and  gave  her  exactly  what  she  wanted. 

Her  mouth  found  Junha’s  again,  rougher  this  time.  Frustration  and  want  tangled  together  so  tightly  Seonyeon  couldn’t  separate  them  anymore.  She  kissed  her  like  she  was  trying  to  shut  her  up,  teeth  catching  briefly  against  her  lower  lip  before  she  pulled  back  just  enough  to  look  at  her. Junha  looked  ruined  already  and  still  unbearably  smug  about  it.  That  alone  nearly  drove  Seonyeon  insane.  “Skipping  practice,  then  spreading  your  legs  and  acting  like  you’re  innocent.”  she  muttered,  breath  hot  against  her  mouth.  Her  grip  slid  from  Junha’s  wrist  down  to  her  hip,  holding  her  still  when  she  tried  grinding  up  again.  Seonyeon  could  feel  the  tremor  in  her  own  restraint  cracking  every  second  Junha  touched  her.