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ongsa’s hair was long — sun’s fingers tangled in its perfect, endless expanse to pull and tug to her hearts contentment; gently, of course, with just enough force for ongsa to differentiate between slow down, faster, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.
for the quiet girl that she was, ongsa was good with her tongue. maybe it was due to sun’s instruction, it being easy for ongsa to simply listen and do, but it made sun weak in a way that had her — with an endeared smile — struggling to keep her composure. ongsa was nothing if not a dream between her legs, inky strands of hair stark between sun’s fingers, and she always looked so focused, bless her, after the initial shyness would pass. sun let the world melt away as she leaned her head back against the pillow, humming contently as she rubbed comforting circles into ongsa’s scalp with her delicate fingertips and manicured nails.
it felt good, really good, and sun could’ve lay here forever with ongsa licking her languidly — sun enjoyed it like this when starting, getting to relax herself without rushing towards the finish line. and ongsa, as she always did (with the air of an over-obedient puppy, a shy and bumbling husky,) following whatever sun said like it was gospel; it was cute, and sun liked teasing her with it. seeing ongsa flush was always welcomed — as she flushed very easily — but sun grew to utilise it in other ways, too, learning just how much ongsa enjoys it, how much she enjoys sun seeing her embarassed and needy, red in the face and desperately wet down low from the smallest of touches — sun liked having her fun with it, making ongsa wait.
a little noise escaped sun and she tightened her hold of ongsa’s hair like reigns; sun met ongsa’s tongue with a small thrust against it, and ongsa held her thighs with delicacy. tensing and relaxing, sun felt herself wetten under ongsa’s hot tongue and she had to breathe in deep to steady herself; she propped herself back up again, head starting to spin as ongsa continued moving her tongue in the way she was — flicking it up and down against her clit almost sharply, and that was what always tipped sun into desperation. as ongsa dipped her mouth down to her entrance to swipe all the way back up, sun felt able to breathe again; with ongsa repeating that and sucking on her clit with each time she came back up, sun gave a tug to her long strands and hummed, louder than she meant to, and ongsa met her eyes.
god, sun was about to flush; did ongsa know how seductive she looked like that? head between sun’s milky thighs, nose on her pelvis and looking so, so ridiculously hungry as she pulled back sucking on sun’s clit, still, before licking her lips and swallowing — a delicious red flush rose to her face, and the eye contact fell back down to sun and her folds.
“ongsa—a,” sun chirped, voice dripping like honey as she tilted her head to the side. ongsa lifted her head again, looking oh-so shy as if she weren’t devouring her just a minute ago. sun hummed and ran her fingers through ongsa’s locks, satisfied with herself when she felt a few tangles from the hold she’d had. “you enjoying yourself?”
shakily and almost embarrassed, ongsa nodded.
“what are you thinking about?” sun questioned, just to see ongsa falter and fumble trying to speak.
“i— i’m… about making you feel good, i— do you feel good?”
“mhmm,” sun purred, stroking ongsa’s head. “of course i do.” she looked at ongsa with a girlish lilt to her eyes. “is that all you’re thinking about, though?”
ongsa didn’t reply, but her eyebrows furrowed pleadingly and sun absolutely didn’t miss the wavering in her eyes and the slight bite to her bottom lip — rosy red, from sun’s lipstick and the kisses.
“ongsa,” sun repeated, playful. “tell me.”
“you touching me, and— your acrylics, your fingers in me with them…”
“oh, dear,” sun smiled, cheeks a rosy red and caressing ongsa’s (which surely matched her own in colour.) “i bet you’re wet just from thinking about it.”
ongsa pursed her lips — an admission if sun had ever seen one — and spread her legs from where she lay between sun’s just a little.
“yeah? you are?” sun giggled, affectionate, hand retangling itself in ongsa’s hair.
“—for you…” ongsa whispered, shy and muttered and sun melted where she lay, unable to suppress her grin.
“well, if you can be good for me… we’ll see what we can do about you, huh?” at that, ongsa immediately nodded. ‘is that okay?” she nodded again, and sun urged her head back down. she was composed, but she needed ongsa back on her.
ongsa started out softly again, but quickly began to flick her tongue in the way that got sun to squirm; sun focused on the pleasure, and let her eyes flutter shut. melting into ongsa’s rhythm, sun met her bit-for-bit as she held ongsa’s head with both hands, now, keeping it still so her could roll her pelvis into her tongue with the right amount of pressure. ongsa adjusted perfectly, a dream, only momentarily changing her pace to meet sun’s thrusts more accordingly.
“ongsa,” she breathed, “don’t stop,” and ongsa didn’t. choking out a whine towards the ceiling, sun pulled at her hair and tensed herself, letting herself build sensitive with every movement she made against ongsa who drank her like a parched man. it was a miracle that her tongue was able to move so consistently, or was sun just completely grappling her head so hard ongsa couldn’t move? whichever, it didn’t matter, because sun was growing needier; a choke built and built and built in her, rising up from the heat in her belly and through her throat — it clouded her brain and she moaned, unabashed, hips falling and hand coming to her face.
she couldn’t help but whine an “ongsa,” as her hips faltered in their movements. sun let her legs fall apart as far as they could go before ongsa sped up at the pull of her hair, licking at sun’s clit faster yet gentler and sun felt her release rapidly pooling; she could barely hold herself back as she tugged on ongsa’s hair in a way that must’ve stung. breathing heavily and deep, she bit her lip and her breath hitched again and again.
with the erratic contraction of her lungs and her clit becoming the slightest bit sensitive, sun breathed in and — with a stuttering, incomprehensible moan — let the floodgates burst; thrusting wildly against ongsa’s mouth as she worked herself through it. sun could feel everything, every follicle of hair on her head, the way sweat pooled in the dip of her belly and torso, her release smearing against ongsa’s tongue and lips and chin. god. sun heaved as she grew sensitive (ongsa’s fingers had already worked her up so wonderfully earlier,) giving one last thrust to ongsa’s tongue.
“—ah, god…” sun heaved, flopping herself upright and pushing ongsa down — making sure to slot her thigh between ongsa’s, sun let herself collapse on top of her; with the movement, sun could feel herself dripping and ongsa’s leg ghosted her spent clit in such a soft, barely-there way that had sun squirming in on herself, sensitive yet giving herself one almost painful press against her.
ongsa had wonderful collarbones. if sun had to list her favourite physical feature of her girlfriend’s body, it would be that (no matter how obscure), because there were not many joys greater than running her fingers down them, tracing the jut and fall and feeling the pound of ongsa’s heart, the rise and fall of her chest. placing a kiss to them, sun uncomfortably weedled herself up (sensitive between her closely-pressed legs, to suck a little hickey to them. out of sight, out of mind.
“you’re so good,” sun lulled, propping herself up on her elbow by ongsa’s head, gently running her hand down ongsa’s tall, endless body until she reached the top of her thighs and parted them, slowly, further and further apart.
“…yeah?” and sun nodded, sweet and curt, before having it turn and glow teasing. with her hand skirting over ongsa’s folds, she let her finger fall between them to swipe down then up, relishing in the stickiness.
“you’re so wet.” ongsa opened her legs more, and sun giggled. “and you let your legs spread for me so quickly, i barely even need to touch you,” her voice quieted to a whisper, right by ongsa’s beautifully red ear. “you’re a bit of a slut, ongsa.”
sun felt hands on her arched back, and fingernails lightly digging into them at her words; pressing a kiss to ongsa’s cheek and jaw, sun smiled.