(drabble) but baby girl, we can pretend
but baby girl, we can pretend
2PM/After School, chansung/gahee
nc-17, ~ 415 words
it's almost routine, this unspoken agreement between them
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"admit it noona, you were turned on by my dance"
gahee moans, digging her nails into the curve of his neck in response. chansung hisses, before biting into her shoulder as she jerks her hips in time with his.
"i bet you were so hard when i was dancing mine" she whispers throatily in his ear, her breathy gasps making him groan.
it's barely fifteen minutes since the star dance battles end before gahee is roughly pulled into same dark costume closet, chansung's lips crushed against her own, hard and bruising and needing and wanting.
it's almost routine, this unspoken agreement between them. it doesn't happen that often - just when chansung gets really horny and doesn't want to fuck anyone else but after school's perfect leader.
(she likes the fact that he could have any SNSD member but he chooses her, but gahee doesn't tell him that.)
it's been a long time since they've done this (since some inkigayo show months ago) but chansung still remembers the shape of her breasts under his hands, or the way she moans whenever he licks the sensitive spot under her left ear.
it's hard and fast and so fucking good (after all, he's a beast and she's a diva and they're both hot enough to spontaneously combust).
gahee sees colours explode behind her eyes and her heart threatens to burst as chansung thrusts into her, deep and hard, fingers rubbing brusquely against her clit and murmuring come for me, noona.
they come down from an immeasurable high together, breathing hard. slowly, gahee unwraps her legs from chansung’s waist. she steadies herself against his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath her fingertips.
(it's not like it means anything.
they're just two people that needed to feel something after so long of pretending not to. it's not very often they can feel the heat of someone else's body pressed flush against them without having to worry about their image or when their new schedule is. it's exciting, it's exhilirating and it feels so fucking good.
but it's not like it means anything.)
gahee fixes her hair as chansung pulls his shirt back on. she involuntarily shivers as his lips ghost over her neck (which was probably littered with hickeys, that stupid, irrepressible boy).
"see you next time, noona"
gahee rolls her eyes, slapping his ass as he walks out of the dark closet. she can hear his laughter reverberate down the hallway.
she pretends it doesn't make her heart ache.
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2PM/After School, chansung/gahee
nc-17, ~ 415 words
it's almost routine, this unspoken agreement between them
--
"admit it noona, you were turned on by my dance"
gahee moans, digging her nails into the curve of his neck in response. chansung hisses, before biting into her shoulder as she jerks her hips in time with his.
"i bet you were so hard when i was dancing mine" she whispers throatily in his ear, her breathy gasps making him groan.
it's barely fifteen minutes since the star dance battles end before gahee is roughly pulled into same dark costume closet, chansung's lips crushed against her own, hard and bruising and needing and wanting.
it's almost routine, this unspoken agreement between them. it doesn't happen that often - just when chansung gets really horny and doesn't want to fuck anyone else but after school's perfect leader.
(she likes the fact that he could have any SNSD member but he chooses her, but gahee doesn't tell him that.)
it's been a long time since they've done this (since some inkigayo show months ago) but chansung still remembers the shape of her breasts under his hands, or the way she moans whenever he licks the sensitive spot under her left ear.
it's hard and fast and so fucking good (after all, he's a beast and she's a diva and they're both hot enough to spontaneously combust).
gahee sees colours explode behind her eyes and her heart threatens to burst as chansung thrusts into her, deep and hard, fingers rubbing brusquely against her clit and murmuring come for me, noona.
they come down from an immeasurable high together, breathing hard. slowly, gahee unwraps her legs from chansung’s waist. she steadies herself against his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath her fingertips.
(it's not like it means anything.
they're just two people that needed to feel something after so long of pretending not to. it's not very often they can feel the heat of someone else's body pressed flush against them without having to worry about their image or when their new schedule is. it's exciting, it's exhilirating and it feels so fucking good.
but it's not like it means anything.)
gahee fixes her hair as chansung pulls his shirt back on. she involuntarily shivers as his lips ghost over her neck (which was probably littered with hickeys, that stupid, irrepressible boy).
"see you next time, noona"
gahee rolls her eyes, slapping his ass as he walks out of the dark closet. she can hear his laughter reverberate down the hallway.
she pretends it doesn't make her heart ache.
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