lose control
lose control
nc-17
gwiboon isn’t sure how she ended up here. she doesn’t know how accepting an invitation to junghee’s apartment got the other girl pushing her thighs apart, her too-short-but-still-modest skirt riding up to expose more of them. gwiboon shivers, but she’s not sure if it’s from the cool surface of junghee’s kitchen counter touching sensitive skin (even through her tights) or the way lips are making their way leisurely across her collarbone.
she bites her lip, barely arching into the way that junghee is raking fingernails along her inner thighs and trying to remember how she got here. her mind is hazy, body still humming with the too-many sweet drinks junghee kept giving her. teeth bite at the skin near her collarbone, sucking at it just enough, and gwiboon doesn’t realize that one of junghee’s hands has moved until it’s sliding up her stomach. the next thing she feels is junghee slowly rolling a nipple between the pads of her fingers and smirking whenever gwiboon gasps because fuck, when did she take off her shirt? or her bra?
vague memories are trying to come back to her. memories of junghee giggling, tossing those curls over her shoulder and dares every time they threw their cards down on the table. gwiboon never was one to back down from a dare, and she definitely didn’t back down whenever junghee first moved forward and kissed her.
she isn’t backing down now, either. and it isn’t as if she doesn’t like the way that junghee is kissing and nibbling along her neck now, working her way up to another one of her kisses.
“gwiboonah.” junghee has to bite down on gwiboon’s bottom lip to get her attention, pulling back and watching that way that gwiboon half opens her eyes.
“you’re not too attached to these tights, are you?” junghee asks, nails scratching and catching just barely on the fabric.
“what?” gwiboon’s mind can’t keep up with what junghee is asking her, but she’s never exactly been known for her patience. junghee just laughs softly, digging her nails in harder and the next second gwiboon is shivering all over again once she feels them connect with her skin directly, moaning as junghee rips into her tights the best that she can.
gwiboon spreads her legs instinctively as junghee continues ripping at the thin fabric, not stopping until she’s satisfied with the access she’s gained. it allows her to press even closer, massaging those thighs and kissing gwiboon again, deeper, smirking against her lips at the moan that she pulls from her throat.
it’s intoxicating to have the younger girl like this. gwiboon has always been so demanding, always in control and junghee loves the fact that she can already feel her falling apart underneath her fingers. she slides them farther up gwiboon’s thigh, pressing directly against her through the fabric of her panties (having ripped through the crotch of her tights) and making gwiboon shake slightly against her. it’s around that time that her mind finally catches up to what’s happening, and suddenly she’s threading her fingers through junghee’s hair and pulling, kissing her hard.
“you’re so wet,” junghee says, her voice barely anything above a breathy whisper against gwiboon’s lips as she presses harder against her practically soaked panties. it makes her laugh a little because it’s a pleasant surprise; though she doesn’t waste too much more time before roughly tugging at gwiboon’s panties and what’s left of her tights.
gwiboon spreads her thighs apart quickly, without even thinking about it; something she probably wouldn’t admit to later. she would like to think that she’s the one in control, that she’s calling the shots, but she knows that it isn’t true whenever junghee touches her for the first time directly and she can feel herself falling apart. her body jerks slightly with pleasure at the finger on her clit, rubbing in slow circles and barely noticing how junghee slides herself farther in between gwiboon’s legs, her mouth reattaching itself to her neck.
“feel good?” she asks, and gwiboon nods, tightening her grip on the older girl’s hair and rolling her hips into the touches. “yeah,” she breathes, already trying to move her hips faster. “more, please?”
junghee grins at how nicely she’s asking, bringing her free hand up to cup and squeeze at one of her breasts while she slowly slides a finger inside, absolutely loving the way that gwiboon arches slightly and wraps her legs around her. she takes it as a sign to continue, working the one finger in and out and rolling gwiboon’s nipple between her fingers until the other girl is gasping, trying to hold back any other sounds threatening to spill out.
“want another?” junghee asks, clearly teasing, pinching gwiboon’s nipple. not hard enough to hurt, but so close that the sensation is confusing and she loves watching the way gwiboon’s brow furrows for a moment in response. “i want to fuck you, gwiboon, but you’re going to have to tell me. i know you like this. you’re still so fucking wet.” her voice is low, all hot and breathy against gwiboon’s ear and she can’t help but moan because something about everything junghee is saying to her is only turning her on more.
“yes.” gwiboon finally replies, her voice so touched out and distracted. “i want more. i want you to fuck me. please, unnie. fuck me hard.” another pleasant surprise that honestly takes junghee aback, and she can feel a wave of her own arousal crash through her at what gwiboon is saying. she complies, sliding another finger in and crooking them both, making sure to take note of all of gwiboon’s shakes and whimpers.
she kisses her way back down gwiboon’s neck and to her chest, flicking her tongue against her nipple and bringing her thumb up to rub more circles against gwiboon’s clit while she fucks her, determined to give her the best orgasm she’s ever had. she can tell it’s coming, because gwiboon’s hands have slipped down to scratch and dig nails into her shoulders, her head tilted back and eyes closed in concentration. “how close?” she whispers, and gwiboon immediately brings her own hand up to pinch and roll her nipple once junghee’s pulled back, letting out a shaky moan before answering. “very. almost, ngh.”
junghee smirks and uses her now free hand to steady herself against the counter so she has more leverage to fuck gwiboon faster and harder. it’s only a matter of moments before suddenly she’s arching more and letting out a load moan, junghee steadily fucking her through her orgasm and only pulling out once she’s sure that gwiboon is finished.
she barely has time to even think about what to do next when suddenly she’s been shoved backwards, feeling herself collide with the kitchen table and instinctively jumping back onto it. gwiboon is pressing close without missing a beat, biting junghee’s neck and tugging at the waistband of her panties, sliding them down and off in a matter of seconds. junghee just stares down at her, dumbfounded and incredibly horny as gwiboon kisses her way down her body, looking up at her through her thick eyelashes and grinning whenever she bites against a particularly sensitive spot underneath junghee’s bellybutton.
“fuck,” junghee pants, threading her fingers through gwiboon’s hair to push it back from her forehead, sitting up as much as she can so that she can watch. her thighs are already shaking whenever gwiboon slowly drags the flat of her tongue against her, repeating the action a few times just for good measure. when she looks up and meets junghee’s eyes just to see how touched out she looks already she decides that’s enough teasing. besides, she wants to know what junghee sounds like when she comes.
she runs her hands from junghee’s knees down to her inner thighs before pushing them apart farther, digging nails in just slightly. she drags her tongue against her clit once, twice before changing to a faster rhythm and focusing on the right spot when she knows she’s found it because of the way junghee is moaning and frantically rolling her hips into gwiboon’s tongue.
“right there,” junghee gasps, allowing herself to lay back against the table because she can’t keep supporting herself like this. instead she cups and massages her own breasts with her hands, moaning louder and arching her back. she comes hard and suddenly, still shaking even after she’s come down from the high and she can briefly remember moaning gwiboon’s name somewhere within the last five minutes.
there are a few moments of silence between them, during which gwiboon pulls herself back to her feet and goes to junghee’s kitchen sink to rinse and wipe her face off. junghee watches her with a grin, unable to keep herself from sliding off the table and moving closer, wrapping arms around gwiboon’s waist from behind. she pouts whenever gwiboon swats at her, combatting the situation by turning the other girl around and pinning her against the counter once again.
the blush on gwiboon’s cheeks makes her grin, and junghee raises her eyebrows slightly.
“ready for another round?”
nc-17
gwiboon isn’t sure how she ended up here. she doesn’t know how accepting an invitation to junghee’s apartment got the other girl pushing her thighs apart, her too-short-but-still-modest skirt riding up to expose more of them. gwiboon shivers, but she’s not sure if it’s from the cool surface of junghee’s kitchen counter touching sensitive skin (even through her tights) or the way lips are making their way leisurely across her collarbone.
she bites her lip, barely arching into the way that junghee is raking fingernails along her inner thighs and trying to remember how she got here. her mind is hazy, body still humming with the too-many sweet drinks junghee kept giving her. teeth bite at the skin near her collarbone, sucking at it just enough, and gwiboon doesn’t realize that one of junghee’s hands has moved until it’s sliding up her stomach. the next thing she feels is junghee slowly rolling a nipple between the pads of her fingers and smirking whenever gwiboon gasps because fuck, when did she take off her shirt? or her bra?
vague memories are trying to come back to her. memories of junghee giggling, tossing those curls over her shoulder and dares every time they threw their cards down on the table. gwiboon never was one to back down from a dare, and she definitely didn’t back down whenever junghee first moved forward and kissed her.
she isn’t backing down now, either. and it isn’t as if she doesn’t like the way that junghee is kissing and nibbling along her neck now, working her way up to another one of her kisses.
“gwiboonah.” junghee has to bite down on gwiboon’s bottom lip to get her attention, pulling back and watching that way that gwiboon half opens her eyes.
“you’re not too attached to these tights, are you?” junghee asks, nails scratching and catching just barely on the fabric.
“what?” gwiboon’s mind can’t keep up with what junghee is asking her, but she’s never exactly been known for her patience. junghee just laughs softly, digging her nails in harder and the next second gwiboon is shivering all over again once she feels them connect with her skin directly, moaning as junghee rips into her tights the best that she can.
gwiboon spreads her legs instinctively as junghee continues ripping at the thin fabric, not stopping until she’s satisfied with the access she’s gained. it allows her to press even closer, massaging those thighs and kissing gwiboon again, deeper, smirking against her lips at the moan that she pulls from her throat.
it’s intoxicating to have the younger girl like this. gwiboon has always been so demanding, always in control and junghee loves the fact that she can already feel her falling apart underneath her fingers. she slides them farther up gwiboon’s thigh, pressing directly against her through the fabric of her panties (having ripped through the crotch of her tights) and making gwiboon shake slightly against her. it’s around that time that her mind finally catches up to what’s happening, and suddenly she’s threading her fingers through junghee’s hair and pulling, kissing her hard.
“you’re so wet,” junghee says, her voice barely anything above a breathy whisper against gwiboon’s lips as she presses harder against her practically soaked panties. it makes her laugh a little because it’s a pleasant surprise; though she doesn’t waste too much more time before roughly tugging at gwiboon’s panties and what’s left of her tights.
gwiboon spreads her thighs apart quickly, without even thinking about it; something she probably wouldn’t admit to later. she would like to think that she’s the one in control, that she’s calling the shots, but she knows that it isn’t true whenever junghee touches her for the first time directly and she can feel herself falling apart. her body jerks slightly with pleasure at the finger on her clit, rubbing in slow circles and barely noticing how junghee slides herself farther in between gwiboon’s legs, her mouth reattaching itself to her neck.
“feel good?” she asks, and gwiboon nods, tightening her grip on the older girl’s hair and rolling her hips into the touches. “yeah,” she breathes, already trying to move her hips faster. “more, please?”
junghee grins at how nicely she’s asking, bringing her free hand up to cup and squeeze at one of her breasts while she slowly slides a finger inside, absolutely loving the way that gwiboon arches slightly and wraps her legs around her. she takes it as a sign to continue, working the one finger in and out and rolling gwiboon’s nipple between her fingers until the other girl is gasping, trying to hold back any other sounds threatening to spill out.
“want another?” junghee asks, clearly teasing, pinching gwiboon’s nipple. not hard enough to hurt, but so close that the sensation is confusing and she loves watching the way gwiboon’s brow furrows for a moment in response. “i want to fuck you, gwiboon, but you’re going to have to tell me. i know you like this. you’re still so fucking wet.” her voice is low, all hot and breathy against gwiboon’s ear and she can’t help but moan because something about everything junghee is saying to her is only turning her on more.
“yes.” gwiboon finally replies, her voice so touched out and distracted. “i want more. i want you to fuck me. please, unnie. fuck me hard.” another pleasant surprise that honestly takes junghee aback, and she can feel a wave of her own arousal crash through her at what gwiboon is saying. she complies, sliding another finger in and crooking them both, making sure to take note of all of gwiboon’s shakes and whimpers.
she kisses her way back down gwiboon’s neck and to her chest, flicking her tongue against her nipple and bringing her thumb up to rub more circles against gwiboon’s clit while she fucks her, determined to give her the best orgasm she’s ever had. she can tell it’s coming, because gwiboon’s hands have slipped down to scratch and dig nails into her shoulders, her head tilted back and eyes closed in concentration. “how close?” she whispers, and gwiboon immediately brings her own hand up to pinch and roll her nipple once junghee’s pulled back, letting out a shaky moan before answering. “very. almost, ngh.”
junghee smirks and uses her now free hand to steady herself against the counter so she has more leverage to fuck gwiboon faster and harder. it’s only a matter of moments before suddenly she’s arching more and letting out a load moan, junghee steadily fucking her through her orgasm and only pulling out once she’s sure that gwiboon is finished.
she barely has time to even think about what to do next when suddenly she’s been shoved backwards, feeling herself collide with the kitchen table and instinctively jumping back onto it. gwiboon is pressing close without missing a beat, biting junghee’s neck and tugging at the waistband of her panties, sliding them down and off in a matter of seconds. junghee just stares down at her, dumbfounded and incredibly horny as gwiboon kisses her way down her body, looking up at her through her thick eyelashes and grinning whenever she bites against a particularly sensitive spot underneath junghee’s bellybutton.
“fuck,” junghee pants, threading her fingers through gwiboon’s hair to push it back from her forehead, sitting up as much as she can so that she can watch. her thighs are already shaking whenever gwiboon slowly drags the flat of her tongue against her, repeating the action a few times just for good measure. when she looks up and meets junghee’s eyes just to see how touched out she looks already she decides that’s enough teasing. besides, she wants to know what junghee sounds like when she comes.
she runs her hands from junghee’s knees down to her inner thighs before pushing them apart farther, digging nails in just slightly. she drags her tongue against her clit once, twice before changing to a faster rhythm and focusing on the right spot when she knows she’s found it because of the way junghee is moaning and frantically rolling her hips into gwiboon’s tongue.
“right there,” junghee gasps, allowing herself to lay back against the table because she can’t keep supporting herself like this. instead she cups and massages her own breasts with her hands, moaning louder and arching her back. she comes hard and suddenly, still shaking even after she’s come down from the high and she can briefly remember moaning gwiboon’s name somewhere within the last five minutes.
there are a few moments of silence between them, during which gwiboon pulls herself back to her feet and goes to junghee’s kitchen sink to rinse and wipe her face off. junghee watches her with a grin, unable to keep herself from sliding off the table and moving closer, wrapping arms around gwiboon’s waist from behind. she pouts whenever gwiboon swats at her, combatting the situation by turning the other girl around and pinning her against the counter once again.
the blush on gwiboon’s cheeks makes her grin, and junghee raises her eyebrows slightly.
“ready for another round?”