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It’s fun when Jeongyeon tries to play games.
Jihyo’s doing some readings, leaving the lamp on at her side to highlight over the report she’s been given from management. Jeongyeon’s sitting on the floor near her legs, a bowl of food she’s heated up as a late night meal. Jihyo knows her like the back of her own hand by now, but it’s not something she’s going to make Jeongyeon aware of, or else she’ll stop the game altogether.
Most times, Jihyo has no self control - she’ll lean over to caress her head or or call her a stupid name just to get a reaction, but it’s been Jihyo’s aim to not indulge Jeongyeon too much in her desires lately.
She much prefers to make her work for it.
Jeongyeon fidgets a little in her spot after her meal is finished, Jihyo flashing a look to the corner of her eyes as she’s watching her become growingly uncomfortable, sighing quietly. Jihyo makes sure to loudly flick the page over with the lick of her finger, adding an annotation to her original notes she had from her schedule this morning.
Jeongyeon sidles up closer to Jihyo’s right leg, and Jihyo finally looks down at the girl beneath her, hair all fluffy from having not brushed it after a shower. Usually she’ll take the afternoon free of meetings to spend with family, but she’s decided to stay in the dorms for a change, lounging around in her blue pyjamas she loves.
Jihyo knowingly lowers her gaze, questioning. “What is it?”
Jeongyeon rubs the long sleeves of her pyjamas together. “Nothing.”
Jihyo feels the soft curve of her shoulder dig into her calves, and she can feel the need radiating through the heat of her body. Jeongyeon won’t admit she wants Jihyo, instead, she frustrates her desires further by bottling it up inside. Jihyo’s watched her cave before, and this time won’t be any different. All she needs is a little push.
Jihyo softly places the stack of papers on the side table, moving forward to motion for Jeongyeon to stand with a pat to her legs. “Come here.”
Jeongyeon does as she’s told, slowly lifting herself to sit where Jihyo gestures. Jihyo’s arms encircle her waist, holding her loosely, waiting for Jeongyeon to get comfortable on top of her. Jihyo feels her heart thrumming against her ribcage.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Jeongyeon replies quietly, pointing absently at the television. Jihyo pulls Jeongyeon closer to lean backwards enough to put her head on her shoulder. “Just watching the new episode.”
“Mhhm?” Jihyo hums. “I didn’t know you liked this show.”
“Nayeon recommended it to me. It’s a mindless watch.”
“What’s it about?”
“Rich families,” Jeongyeon licks her lips. “Money.”
“Sounds dark.”
“Sometimes. It’s mostly fun to watch them betray each other.”
Jihyo lets the silence settle for a little longer, Jeongyeon too perfectly still on her legs as her eyes remain trained on the television. “You were quiet in the meeting today.”
“I was?”
“I think so. You looked a little tired, too.”
Jeongyeon sighs. “I didn’t get much sleep, to be honest.”
“What’s on your mind?” Jihyo’s hand draws deliberate circles at her hip, and she feels Jeongyeon twitch. “Go on.”
“Just a little stressed, I guess,” Jeongyeon quietly admits. “You know how it is.”
“For the comeback?”
“Comebacks are stressful for everyone,” Jeongyeon huffs out a small laugh. “I’m fine. I think it was a combination of that and blue light exposure, anyway.”
“Up late watching videos again?” Jihyo snickers, fondly scratching over her clothed stomach. “You should know better.”
“I should,” Jeongyeon agrees. “But I continue to do it.”
“Just because we all go through the same doesn’t make it any less stressful for you,” Jihyo adds. “It’s good to talk it out. Or at least find an outlet for it.”
“An outlet?”
“Like gym,” Jihyo idly suggests. “We could go together soon?”
Jihyo can feel the grimace from behind. “Gym? Ugh. You sound like Momo.”
“Don’t like that idea?” Jihyo chuckles. “What do you suggest instead, then?”
Jihyo’s hand drifts down to Jeongyeon’s waistband, slipping her hand slightly underneath to tease the soft fuzz of skin at the pit of her stomach. There’s a sharp inhale at the contact, like they haven’t been here many times before. Jihyo never gets tired of her little reactions.
“You tell me,” Jihyo leaves a kiss to the shell of her ear. “How can I help?”
Jeongyeon shifts backwards so Jihyo’s fingers snake down a little more, taking the subtle plea to push them to the band of her underwear. Jeongyeon’s hand grips down onto the lounge as Jihyo teases against the fabric, feeling the warm arousal already pooled between her legs as she runs her fingers along her folds from behind.
“You’re already wet,” Jihyo’s tone is condescending. “You weren’t thinking about me touching you, were you?”
“M-Mina’s here,” Jeongyeon’s neck heats up, leaning further into the touch. “What if she—”
“Ah-ah,” Jihyo interrupts. “I want an answer.”
“Yes,” Jeongyeon blushes, furiously. “I was.”
“Cute. She’s dead asleep, by the way,” Jihyo snickers. “You know she won’t wake up.”
“But--”
“But what?” Jihyo enjoys the shudder against her as she firmly presses down. “You want me to stop?”
Jeongyeon quietly whines, working herself up the more she squirms against her touch. Jihyo moves to snap her hand out of her pants at the lack of an answer, but Jeongyeon grabs at her wrist before she can tease any further, swivelling so her legs lie on the couch.
“No,” Jeongyeon shakily says, pupils blown. “Keep going.”
Jihyo’s fingers smooth affectionately against the side of her face, brushing hair behind her ears before grabbing firmly at her chin. It earns her a gasp. “No. Ask me nicely.”
“Jihyo,” Jeongyeon breathes. Jihyo’s hand is between her legs again, pressing harder than before but only over her pants. It’s almost cruel, Jihyo observing the way Jeongyeon’s heaving desperately before she's even started to fuck her. She keeps at this petulant act of rocking into Jihyo’s hand clothed for a little longer before eventually swallowing her pride. “Please?”
“Much better,” Jihyo coos, hand smoothly gliding back into her pyjamas. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Jeongyeon doesn’t respond, just releases a guttural groan as Jihyo begins to toy with her clit in slow, easy motions. Jihyo’s fingertips are already coated from the little to no movement at all, a string of wetness following as she experimentally lifts a finger. Jihyo simpers at how turned on she is just from sitting on her lap, and Jeongyeon sighs.
Jihyo pauses, settling both hands on her abdomen. “Was that a complaint?”
“No,” Jeongyeon rasps, her breath coming out in short, heavy exhales in anticipation. Jihyo is being excruciatingly annoying with her pace and she knows it. “It wasn’t.”
“Didn’t think so.”
Without warning, Jihyo’s fingertips instantly meet dampness as she buries them deep between the crux of her thighs. Jeongyeon moans, louder this time as she rolls her hips against her hand to meet Jihyo halfway, and Jihyo drinks in the sight of Jeongyeon squeezing her eyes shut just to calm herself down. “ Fuck .”
The sounds of pleasure come in tandem with the weight of Jihyo’s efforts, gripping onto Jeongyeon for aid of the force. Jihyo likes to watch her expressions when she falls apart. She’s usually so caught up in keeping composed for others, attempting to control her emotions so no-one sees how she truly feels not to trouble anyone. Jihyo sees through this side of her, brings her guard down like no one else can. She can always find a particular rhythm to get her off, too, enjoying each soft moan every time her palm connects at her hip.
It’s been happening often lately, even more now that Jeongyeon’s finally getting used to the idea of fucking her best friend. It happened by accident one night, and then it wasn’t so much of an accident anymore the few times after that. Jihyo’s definitely not complaining, though.
Jihyo brings a hand to shove underneath Jeongyeon’s t-shirt, cupping her chest and kneading the soft flesh to pinch at her nipple. Jihyo just wants to rip it off and take the both of them into her mouth, bite into them and leave dark marks on her complexion. It’s too bad they’ve impulsively chosen the living room to do this, because Mina really could walk out if she hears something off and Jeongyeon would die of embarrassment. It would arouse her too, though, having someone watch. Jihyo knows she would enjoy it.
Jeongyeon lets out a delicious sound between a whine and a whimper, face contorting and twisting with her neck stretched to the ceiling. She’s taut from the tension of her position, legs quivering from the pleasure of Jihyo’s fingers driving in and out between her thighs.
“Part of me thinks you might want to be caught,” Jihyo laughs, a particularly loud moan resulting from a purposefully hard thrust. “You want Mina to see you like this, don’t you?”
“N-no,” Jeongyeon whimpers, voice small. She can barely focus on her surroundings, let alone focus on Jihyo’s words or breathe properly. She looks so pretty and cute being ruined that it just makes Jihyo want to tease her even more. “No, I-- Ah-- “
“I wonder what she would say,” Jihyo purrs. Her mouth is trained to Jeongyeon’s neck, warm breath on the nape as she speaks. “Watching you let me take you so openly. Do you think she’d be shocked?”
“Jihyo,” Jeongyeon whines into another wet kiss pressed against her skin, throwing an arm around Jihyo’s shoulder for support. With every small noise leaving Jeongyeon’s lips, Jihyo is convinced she could do this all night if she has to. “ Please , I-”
“Probably not,” Jihyo releases a heated hum. “It’s always the ones you’d least suspect.”
Jihyo makes easy work of the woman. Even with minimal preparation on her end, she feels how Jeongyeon’s hips squeeze between her hands to chase her high, how she practically splinters at each full plant of Jihyo’s fingers inside her. Her innocent, fumbling movements along with a string of needy whines edge her forward. It’s an intoxicating sight, and Jihyo becomes greedy.
“Look at me,” Jihyo darkly commands. Lashes brush at her cheek, Jeongyeon’s warm eyes fluttering open at the request. They’re in their usual fucked-out glaze when Jihyo toys with her for long enough without letting her come. The obedience, even in her current state ignites something in Jihyo – so she lifts a hand to her damp hair and pulls it just the way she likes. “Good girl.”
“ Jihyo- ” It’s a repeat of her name, wedged and choked between two moans - at the particularly hard thrust and Jihyo’s hands tangling in her hair. It’s overwhelming for Jeongyeon and it shows in her frantic pants, enjoying the sensations so much and getting drunk on the off chance that they might get caught. Jihyo notes this small discovery for later.
“Are you close?”
It’s in the tightness. Jeongyeon’s thighs are clamping together and spasming, a tell-tale sign she’s nearing her end of the line. Jihyo maintains the tight grip on her hair, lavishing in the whines from the other woman as she grinds harder against the heel of Jihyo’s palm to graze at her clit.
Jihyo hears the familiar soft wheeze of air as Jeongyeon buckles against her once more.
“I’m close--I’m close now--”
Her tone is desperate. Needy. Jeongyeon’s fists ball at Jihyo’s shirt, muscles tightening while Jihyo musters all the strength she has left to deliver her final blow. On random days like this, Jeongyeon doesn’t need her permission. She finally comes in a feeble sob, small spats of breath directed at the ceiling, biting knuckles to keep it hushed. When it’s safe enough for Jeongyeon to return back to earth, Jihyo slips out her fingers and wipes the remaining warmth on her own pants.
Jihyo smiles as Jeongyeon falls still against her chest, save for the elevated breathing. She guides her down into a kiss, a sweet and slow form of praise for being so good. Jeongyeon managed to keep quiet, mostly , and the way she was panting and whining as she rutted against Jihyo’s fingers was really fucking hot.
Jihyo pulls back, printing small pecks at her collarbone with a smirk. “Feel better?”
“God, yeah,” Jeongyeon breathes out in relief, shifting to straddle Jihyo’s thighs properly. “I’ll sleep well tonight, I think.”
“Was it that good?” Jihyo laughs. She enjoys this position the most. “Baby.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Jeongyeon grumbles at the pet-name. “My vibrator died. You were the next best thing.”
“Rude,” Jihyo jokingly slaps her ass, enjoying the sharp inhale it elicits as she holds it. “You can definitely go to Mina next time if you’re gonna act like this.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m super threatened.”
Jeongyeon slumps against her properly, burying her head into Jihyo’s shoulder. It’s rare they have intimate moments such as this, because it’s not really what they ‘do’ and not usually in Jeongyeon’s nature. Jihyo allows it, placing a hand on the small of her back. She pats lightly, comfortingly. “Sleepy?”
“Very,” Jeongyeon confirms. Her fingers are splayed on Jihyo’s collarbone, lightly playing with the thin chain of Jihyo’s necklace. “Do you… do you still want me to--”
“Next time,” Jihyo warmly says. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Jihyo guides her to the bedroom, wondering whether to be concerned or proud in the way her legs shake trying to stand. She must really be worn out, by the way she crumples onto the bed. Jihyo lifts the covers over her, Jeongyeon getting comfortable as she tucks her in. Pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek, Jihyo murmurs a goodnight before moving to exit.
“Wait.”
Jihyo pauses in her tracks. “Yes?”
“Just sleep here, idiot,” Jeongyeon says. Her voice is muffled by her pillow but still laced with concern, as always. “Stop with the readings already. It’s late.”
“If you insist,” Jihyo teases, and Jeongyeon grabs a pillow to throw at her. Jihyo dodges it, just barely, picking it up with a bright laugh and jumps onto the other side before slipping inside the sheets. “Goodnight, Jeongyeon.”
“Goodnight.”