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As soon as Jongho stepped outside, it seemed as though the world’s most cataclysmic typhoon decided to manifest out of thin air.
She was immediately drenched in rainwater from head to toe, her loose white button-up shirt turning transparent and sticking to her skin. The wind mercilessly whipped her wet shoulder-length brown hair against her face, and her Pororo the Little Penguin hairclip made the contact even more painful. Jongho squeaked and raised her bookbag over her head as a sorry excuse for an umbrella.
Great.
She mentally cursed herself for not checking the weather app that morning and started her journey back to her apartment from the library. The college student shivered miserably. Her short plaid skirt and slightly heeled black shoes certainly didn’t help. She couldn’t even look up for long, having to rely on the blurry reflections of the traffic lights in the water to see where she was going. The wind kept howling in Jongho’s ears as she gritted her teeth. She must look stupid. At least it was late enough that no one was outdoors to see her like this.
Jongho flinched at the roar of a motorcycle in the distance, the engine sounds coming closer to her. Next to the curb. She kept walking with her gaze lowered. What horrible timing, now some creepy man was going to make her day even worse-
“Hey, Sunshine. What are you doing in the rain without a coat on?” a woman’s deep voice rang out.
Jongho froze. She slowly turned her head to the left, still holding up the bookbag. On a sleek, dark purple motorcycle sat the biker, clad in shiny black leather with a matching purple motorcycle helmet obscuring her face. Jongho gaped at the stranger. That leather was very tight, showing off her lean but defined figure.
“Um,” she said intelligently.
The stranger chuckled. “Need a ride? I got an extra helmet.”
Jongho looked at the motorcycle, then at the biker’s visor, then at the motorcycle again. “I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before. Is it safe?” she yelled over the pouring rain.
“As safe as walking home alone at night,” the biker shrugged.
Jongho tried considering her options, but her thought process kept getting interrupted by the shivers wracking her body. Fuck it. If she was gonna die tonight, it would at least be at the hands of a sexy biker chick that manifested straight out of one of her wet dreams.
She shuffled closer to the edge of the sidewalk, slinging her bag over her shoulder and inspecting the bike like it could spontaneously combust. “So do I just…?”
The biker patted the leather seat behind her. “Right here, Sunshine.”
Jongho gave a jerky nod and straddled the seat, hands gripping the front so tightly her knuckles turned white. Suddenly, a helmet slid on her head, and two gloved hands gingerly buckled the straps around her chin. It was a tight fit, the sides of the helmet squishing her cheeks and pouting her lips. She felt like a big dumb goldfish.
She jumped when a big hand clamped the top of her helmet. “Look at you. So precious,” the stranger purred.
Jongho probably would’ve burst into flames on the spot if it wasn’t raining.
The biker turned back and revved her motorcycle. “Arms around me, sweetheart.”
Jongho scooted forward and wrapped her arms around her waist, hissing at the wet leather seat rubbing against her bare inner thighs.
“Where to?”
Jongho mumbled the street intersection into the biker’s ear. The stranger affectionately patted the hand that rested on her waist and took off.
“WAAAAAAAAAAH!!!” Jongho yelled as the biker zipped through the streets. She squeezed her eyes shut and rested her clunky helmeted head against the biker’s back. She can feel embarrassed later. She was just trying not to die at the moment.
Finally, the motorcycle slowed to a halt. Jongho trembled against the biker’s frame.
“You can let go whenever you’re ready, Sunshine. Although, I’ll miss it as soon as you do,” the biker said smoothly.
Jongho’s eyes snapped open. She scrambled to get off the motorcycle, yelping as one of her black heels caught the seat, having to hop several times to regain her balance. The biker just watched her bumble around silently. She was probably laughing at her behind the visor. Jongho’s face burned with embarrassment.
She unclipped her helmet and held it out. “Th-thank you for the ride, um, I didn’t catch your name?”
The biker reached out one hand, her gloved fingertips overlapping Jongho’s. Jongho turned an even deeper shade of red.
“The name’s Yunho, sweetheart. Take care.” Yunho attached the spare helmet back to her motorcycle and started getting ready to leave.
As Jongho watched her, guilt pooled in her gut. Her outfit was just as drenched with water. She was probably feeling as cold as her too, and she would’ve made it home faster if she didn’t have to shuttle some random stupid college student home.
“Yunho-unnie, w-wait!”
Yunho froze. Shit, did she overstep?
“Um, you live far? Do you wanna come inside with me to wait out the rain?” What on earth was she doing?? “You can stay the night too, if you’d like. I have extra pajamas. I don’t want you to catch a cold…”
Not being able to see Yunho’s expressions made Jongho all the more nervous.
“You want me to stay?” Yunho asked carefully after some silence, voice neutral.
“J-just for the night. Feels wrong to let you back out here,” Jongho mumbled, looking at her feet.
Yunho’s shoulders relaxed. She turned off the engine, swinging one leg over her motorcycle to get off. Jongho gulped. Yunho was very…tall.
The biker finally lifted the helmet from her head. Jet black hair tumbled down to her waist, and she flashed Jongho a dazzling bright smile.
?
????????????
Jongho clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth together to prevent her mouth from falling open like an idiot.
Yunho looked like a movie star, or a model, or both? In that tight black leather outfit, she could almost put Halle Berry’s Catwoman to shame. Catwoman…? There’s no way Jongho’s gay ass was thinking about Catwoman right now.
The somehow-not-a-movie-star walked towards her, hips swaying. She looked her up and down, still smiling. “Does Sunshine have a real name too?”
Jongho coughed once. “M’ name’s Jongho,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
“Jongho.” Jongho shivered hearing her name leave Yunho’s perfect bow-shaped lips. “Lead the way before we both freeze our asses off out here.”
A laugh two octaves too high stumbled out of Jongho before she could stop it. It’s not even that funny…
They walked together in the rain to Jongho’s building. Yunho’s hands were in the pockets of her jacket, while Jongho pathetically hugged herself, her hands rubbing up and down her soaked sleeves.
This woman was definitely staring at her, but Jongho looked straight ahead. She always had a talent for putting herself in borderline-comedic situations, but this really took the cake.
Suddenly, Yunho unzipped her leather jacket and shrugged it off, hanging it over Jongho’s shoulders instead. Jongho stiffened and tripped over her own feet.
“Whoa there,” said Yunho, wrapping an arm around her waist. “You just seemed cold, that’s all.”
At this point, Jongho’s brain blue-screened. She barely even registered that under the jacket Yunho was wearing a black tank top with a silver cross necklace. Her body was completely on autopilot even until they reached the apartment entrance.
Yunho held the door open for her, of course she did. Jongho hummed a small thank-you and shuffled to the elevator, Yunho’s jacket clutched in her fingers, dwarfing her frame.
While they were both in the elevator, she rummaged around her bag for her keys, just to give her something to do while the hottest woman alive was standing next to her.
Jongho breathed a sigh of relief when she entered her little apartment. That relief was swiftly swept away when she turned around and saw Yunho, naturally, was in her apartment now too.
“You can take your shoes off there. And there’s a few s-slippers you can choose from.”
Yunho looked at her humble shoe rack and nodded.
“Would you like to shower? I’d really like a shower. I mean, for myself. Not both of us. Well, yes both of us but not at the same time. I mean…um…”
Yunho giggled. She giggled. “Go ahead and shower, sweetheart. I can wait.”
“O-okay. I’ll be fast, I promise.” Jongho put down her bag and zoomed to the bathroom, eager to put some distance between her and Yunho before she said anything else she might regret.
She scrubbed herself thoroughly and washed her hair, refusing to continue looking like a slob in front of Yunho. Absent-mindedly, Jongho grabbed her usual sleepwear, a spaghetti strap tank top with fluffy pink Hello Kitty pajamas.
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Yunho walked around the small space, looking at the posters on the walls and plushies on the shelves while waiting for that skittish little college student. The slippers she chose were several sizes too small, but they had big Kuromis on the toes, so she didn’t mind at all.
She smiled to herself shamelessly. Jongho wasn’t like anyone in her usual crowd. Too sheltered…too kind. Let Yunho into her life just because she could catch a cold.
Yunho imagined she’d be at her own place by now, turning on the TV and opening a beer bottle to unwind. Maybe getting an earful from her roommate Seonghwa about staying out too late. Her friends were a rowdy bunch at the gay bar, but Yunho opted out from drinking knowing she’d have to drive herself home, on a motorcycle no less.
Thank god she did; she picked up a sweet girl in the rain. “Sunshine” just rolled off her tongue naturally, because Jongho was.
Yunho studied the picture frames of Jongho and assumedly her friends decorating the place, still surrounded by Sanrio stuffies and keychains on both sides. Jongho seemed to like cute things. Yunho did too.
“Unnie? The shower’s ready…”
Yunho turned around, and her breath hitched. The first thing she noticed were the tiny water droplets decorating Jongho’s golden skin, glittering around her collarbones like a diamond necklace. She was glowing after her shower, all shiny, supple skin and thick brown hair, still mildly damp, framing her face in a halo. Her round face, with big round eyes shyly downcast, her little button nose, pouty lips, and full cheeks, made her the sweetest glazed donut Yunho ever wanted a bite out of.
Then the tiny bow sitting at the center of her pink cami’s neckline. The cami that hugged her figure so tightly Yunho could see the perfect shape of her b-
Yunho’s gaze snapped back up to Jongho’s face, her ears burning bright red. She was no better than a man.
“Y-Yunho unnie?”
“Yes, thank you, sweetheart!” Yunho tried for the kindest smile possible without looking creepy, taking long strides towards the bathroom in a hurry.
She was stopped by a hand gripping the bottom of her black tank top.
“Wait! I have a change of clothes for you…I hope you don’t mind they have Pochacco all over them…the dog, I mean. I usually like wearing oversized pajamas, so it should fit? And um, I use hypoallergenic laundry detergent so you won’t feel itchy. I know when I borrowed my friend’s jeans once for an outfit, the next day my legs broke out and…”
Jongho trailed off, abruptly letting go and holding the Pochacco pajama set up a little higher with both hands for Yunho to see. She looked intensely at the ground like she was purposely avoiding eye contact.
Cute.
Yunho gingerly took the pajamas from her and chuckled. “Thank you, Sunshine. I’ll see you in a bit.”
She finally headed to the bathroom without looking back, otherwise she’d never leave. In the shower, she diligently applied soap all over her body, mostly wanting to inundate herself with the scent of Jongho. Flowery, light, and sweet.
She gripped the sink and leaned forward towards the mirror, glaring at her reflection. The jammies weren’t too small at all, her cross chain dangling outside the buttons. Not her style but still somehow fitting. She imagined these pajamas dwarfing Jongho, the front buttons unopened, wearing cute pink lace underneath…
Keep it together.
Yunho splashed her face with cold water despite being freshly showered.
When she returned to the living room, she saw Jongho spreading blankets over the couch. Her heart warmed.
“Awww Sunshine, I’m good with just one blanket you know.”
Jongho jumped, dropping a blanket. Then she looked confused.
“Unnie, this is for me. The bed is already made for you.”
What?
“Don’t tell me you’re sleeping on the couch.” Yunho’s expression hardened.
Jongho paled for a second, then her lips twisted into a scowl. “You’re the guest. You get the bed.” She said it like it was an objective fact of the universe.
“No, this was a sudden visit. You are doing me a favor, so it’s only fair you still get to sleep in your own bed.”
“No!” Jongho started shaking her head vigorously. “You ride a motorcycle and you’re tall…you’ll get back problems from sleeping on the couch.”
“But-”
“No buts! Shoo, shoo!” Jongho started pushing Yunho towards the bedroom.
Yunho was flabbergasted. Jongho was stubborn…and strong.
This wouldn’t do.
Wordlessly, Yunho knelt down, wrapping her arms tightly around Jongho’s waist and lifting her until her legs dangled uselessly off the floor.
“Wha- Yunho unnie?!”
Jongho struggled and squirmed in Yunho’s grip, kicking the air to no avail as she was carried to the bedroom. Her tank top rode up just slightly, and touching the skin of her bare curves drove Yunho crazy.
Yunho plopped down on the bed, a grumpy and frazzled Jongho sitting sideways in her lap.
“What if we both slept on the bed?” Yunho asked, ignoring her own heart slamming against her chest.
Jongho jerked her head up, eyes wide and searching.
“Unnie…” she spluttered hopelessly, a pretty blush painting her cheeks. “But how can we both fit?”
“We can make it work. You’re welcome to cuddle me all night if it helps,” Yunho winked.
Jongho went quiet for a few beats. Hesitantly, she rested her hands on Yunho’s shoulders.
“Am I…am I reading this right?”
Yunho felt her own patience thinning. “I don’t know, are you?”
Jongho pursed her lips, thinking. Then, with utmost care, she closed her eyes and leaned forward, pressing a featherlight kiss on Yunho’s cheek. Her lips were so soft, tentative, carrying all the risk of being the first one to trust but still wrapped in gentleness.
She pulled back, visibly vulnerable and flustered. Yunho almost couldn’t process what just happened. This newfound boldness was so out of character, but maybe, just maybe, Jongho wanted her just as badly as Yunho wanted Jongho. The tension bubbled over, the kiss giving Yunho all the permission she needed.
She wrapped one arm tighter around Jongho’s waist, threading her other hand through the back of Jongho’s hair, jerking her forward in her lap. Jongho squeaked in surprise, and Yunho’s lips were on her in a flash.
Jongho tasted like strawberry toothpaste. Still smelled like flowers, too. Yunho moaned loudly, the smacking of their lips together echoing through the room. She licked at Jongho’s bottom lip, pleading wordlessly. Jongho parted her lips, letting Yunho dart her tongue inside.
Yunho ran her hands up and down Jongho’s back, teasing the hem of her tank top. Jongho responded by pressing herself closer, wrapping her arms around Yunho’s neck.
Yunho nibbled at her earlobe before licking a stripe up her ear, causing Jongho to whimper. The sound sent a pulse of heat straight down between Yunho’s legs.
“What do you want, sweetheart? Tell Unnie what you need,” Yunho whispered breathlessly.
Jongho trembled, eyelashes fluttering. “I’ll take whatever you give me.” She inhaled deeply. “Just- just keep holding me, please.”
Yunho felt her heart break into pieces and mend itself again. Still so polite, even like this. She planted one more tender kiss on Jongho’s lips, then arranged her so that her back faced Yunho’s chest. Jongho’s knees spread wider than Yunho’s. She wiggled restlessly, most definitely feeling overly exposed but also begging for touch.
Yunho’s fingers played with the skin right above the waistband of Jongho’s pajamas. She kneaded it like dough, feeling the softness and shape of Jongho’s tummy and waist. Yunho’s head was nestled where her neck met her shoulder, and she smirked at how Jongho struggled to keep still, whining and writhing.
She eventually took pity on her, letting her hand breach the soft cotton of her pajamas, pinky teasing the lace of her panties. She internally celebrated the manifestation of her fantasy, wondering if these panties were pink too. Jongho panted, somehow already fucked out without even being touched.
Jongho turned her head, nosing at Yunho’s cheek and letting out a small whimper. “Alright, alright,” Yunho cooed. And finally, finally, felt the wetness of Jongho’s slick on her fingers.
Jongho arched her back against Yunho, moaning and rocking her pussy further onto Yunho’s hand. Yunho slid her middle finger into the entrance, humming in approval when she felt Jongho clench around her. She was tight and warm, just perfect.
Yunho let her other hand push Jongho’s tank top up, releasing her full tits to lightly bounce freely in the open air. Yunho cursed under her breath. Her brown areolas were pretty like the rest of her. She cupped one breast and massaged to help her relax. Jongho choked out a moan, which pitched much higher when Yunho rolled a nipple between her thumb and her index finger.
The attention on her nipples was enough to relax her hole just a little further, and Yunho slid another finger inside. She pumped her two fingers in and out, the slick making them glide easy, and captured Jongho’s lips in a sloppy kiss.
“Mm!” Yunho curled her fingers, smiling into the kiss because she knew she found Jongho’s g-spot. She kept curling them in a smooth wave, relishing how Jongho twitched and jerked her hips in response. Her nipples were hard now, Yunho’s ministrations attending to them both equally.
Jongho gasped and threw her head back as Yunho inserted a third finger, simultaneously thumbing at her clit in slow circles.
“Ah! Unnie, I’m close…Yunho unnie p-please,” she moaned, grasping the baby hairs at the bottom of Yunho’s scalp. Yunho sped up her fingers, rubbing Jongho’s clit faster with more pressure. Her own core heated up, pussy wet and throbbing, leaking into her pajamas. She scraped her teeth against Jongho’s neck, groaning and mouthing at the skin to make it sting a little, for Jongho to remember her every time she touched it.
Yunho pinched a nipple and gave a small twist. That was it. Jongho’s pussy clenched around her fingers in a vice grip, drenching them in more slick as she came with a broken moan. Yunho slowed her fingers down but didn’t stop, feeling the way Jongho pulsed as she rode out her orgasm.
She watched Jongho’s chest rise and fall, silently timing the space between breaths. Experimentally, she pushed the pads of her fingers right on Jongho’s oversensitive g-spot. Jongho yelped and jolted in her lap, causing Yunho to giggle.
“Sunshine?” Yunho said, kissing her temple, and Jongho hummed tiredly in response. “Can you give me one more?”
Jongho whipped her head to face her, pupils blown wide and her breath picking up again.
“But…but what about you?” she asked, fluttering her lashes.
Yunho took one of Jongho’s hands in her own and trailed it down to the wet spot in her pajamas. “If you think I’m not getting off just from having you in my lap, you’re sorely mistaken,” she purred.
Jongho shuddered and turned a bright shade of red, clearly turned on again.
Yunho smirked and lowered her onto the mattress. She kissed Jongho passionately, drawing a moan and gasp from her when her hands pulled her in closer by the waist.
When Yunho pulled back for air, she practically ripped Jongho’s tank top off, then kissed down her throat, her collarbones, and the top of her sternum.
She couldn’t decide where to look…Jongho’s perfect breasts, nipples swollen and pointed from the attention? The love bites Yunho just left? Her sparkly eyes clouded with want?
She supposed she’d have to multitask.
Yunho’s tongue touched the skin of Jongho’s right breast with every kiss a little further down. She dragged her tongue along the edge of her areola, then, without warning, bit down right where the skin went from caramel to chocolate.
Jongho’s back bowed off the bed, head thrown back and her hands flying to grip the roots of Yunho’s hair. Yunho used the opportunity to wrap her lips around the bud and suck, causing Jongho to keen loudly.
“A-ah! Un-nie it’s s-so…ngh!!” Jongho’s eyes were filled with unshed tears.
After a generous amount of licking and sucking, Yunho switched to Jongho’s left tit. She swirled her tongue, kissed the tip of her nipple while massaging her breast with her hand. Even her own long fingers weren’t enough to completely cup her breasts while she sucked on them. It was so fucking hot, Yunho couldn’t stop her hips from kicking into the mattress for some kind of friction.
She continued her exploration further down, kissing Jongho’s breastbone, then nuzzling into the soft slope of her tummy.
Her breath ghosted over the edge of Jongho’s Hello Kitty pajamas, and Yunho’s grin turned wicked. Wasting no time, hooked her fingers on the waistband and dragged the pajamas off Jongho’s thick thighs.
And there it was - Jongho’s pink lace panties, turned to a darker mauve where her slick leaked through.
Yunho’s eyes locked on to that spot like a predator. She scooted back between Jongho’s legs, her face perfectly level with her cunt. Her mouth watered.
Slowly, she licked into the fabric, feeling the shape of Jongho’s folds with her tongue from her perineum to her clit. Catching muted whiffs of her sweetness and musk. At the top, she caught the delicate waistband with her teeth and locked eyes with Jongho.
Jongho was totally frozen, her mouth hanging open with no sound or breath coming out.
Yunho grinned and tugged her head downwards, peeling the pink panties off her pussy with ease.
“How’re you pretty here too?” she murmured, kissing Jongho’s inner thigh. She could feel how Jongho’s whole body trembled. Yunho wanted to keep teasing her, keep riling her up, because she was so cute when she was desperate.
Yunho kept kissing all over Jongho’s inner thighs, biting closer and closer to where Jongho wanted but deliberately avoiding the spot.
She heard a soft whimper. “Yunho unnie?” a small voice pierced her heart. “Unnie can you please…please touch m-me?”
Her gaze flicked up, and she saw a single tear halfway down Jongho’s cheek, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“I am touching you, sweetheart,” Yunho rasped.
“N-no! Touch me…there.” She heard the wobble in Jongho’s words.
“Where?”
Jongho whined, squirming against Yunho’s grip. She turned her face into the pillow.
“My…my pussy,” she squeaked out, muffled.
“There’s my good girl.”
Yunho looked back to Jongho’s glittering entrance, wet and enticing, already played with once. The image was so lewd, and Yunho needed to be inside.
She lowered her head and flattened her tongue against the contours of Jongho’s pussy, dragging it up for a first taste. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. Yunho was completely gone.
Jongho’s thighs immediately clamped around her head, one hand threading through her hair in a death grip.
Yunho licked again, then again, also letting her lips and nose trace patterns on her folds. She gently took Jongho’s inner labia in her mouth, sucking lightly, even allowing herself the tiniest nibbles.
Jongho thrashed wildly on the bed, her torso and neck contorting and different angles, her moans getting higher and airier as Yunho worked her way into her entrance.
When Yunho’s tongue breached her hole, she felt the tug on her hair somehow tighten even more, like Jongho would actually rip her hair out. She grinned for a moment like the Cheshire Cat, licking inside her and feeling the softness of her walls, tasting the rich headiness of her slick.
She listened intently, noticing how Jongho’s moans increased in frequency and volume. She brushed her nose higher until it was buried in her soft bush, then flicked her tongue against her clit, this time making sure to watch Jongho’s face.
She drank in the sight of Jongho’s face glistening with tears, eyebrows pinched together from pleasure bordering on pain, then wrapped her lips around her clit, sucking it like how she popped grapes in her mouth.
She could only see the whites of Jongho’s eyes when she came, violently shaking with a torrent of slick gushing out of her hole.
Yunho groaned and ate the mess right out of her, barely remembering that she needed oxygen to live. She again latched herself onto her clit and kept sucking, ignoring the jumps and twitches from Jongho’s very overstimulated body.
Only when Jongho’s whines took a more pained edge did she stop, kissing her inner thigh once then throwing her body forward, face to face with Jongho again.
Yunho studied her, admiring her hard work. She captured Jongho’s lips in a searing kiss, getting a moan from Jongho being able to taste herself on her tongue.
“Hey,” Yunho breathed, only millimeters from Jongho’s face.
“H-hi,” whispered Jongho.
“You got one more left in you?”
Jongho’s eyes widened. “Are you some kind of gym monster?”
Yunho laughed. “Nope. Just really turned on by the pretty little thing underneath me.”
Jongho broke her gaze, still shy after being ruined. “I guess…I guess we can do one more. I still want you to feel good.”
Yunho almost moved until Jongho spoke again.
“But! I wanna see you too. Please?” Jongho tugged on the bottom of her pajama shirt.
“Anything my Sunshine wants,” Yunho said sincerely. She closed her eyes and kissed Jongho’s hair before sitting back on her heels.
She watched in satisfaction how Jongho’s eyes trailed every button she popped open. After she kicked her pajamas off, she returned to her rightful place, bracketing Jongho’s face with her arms.
“Better?” Yunho asked.
Jongho ducked her head, nodding. “Unnie is so beautiful…” she said softly.
Yunho felt a spike of heat shoot through her once more. She messily kissed Jongho again, sucking on her tongue, refusing to even breathe, to think. When Jongho threw her head to the side to gasp for air, Yunho latched onto the underside of her jaw like a remora, then started swiveling her hips.
Her neglected clit finally made contact with Jongho’s swollen one. Her whole body jerked forcefully, sparks dancing behind her eyelids. She inhaled sharply and let out a low moan, biting harder into Jongho’s skin.
Jongho wrapped her arms around her neck, burying her face into her shoulder. Her knees stretched wider as she thrust up, grinding back into Yunho’s wet cunt.
“Jongho, sweetheart, you’re killing me,” Yunho moaned, humping faster against Jongho. Jongho whined and clawed at her back. Yunho’s chain kept lightly hitting her face and ear, which Jongho didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Shame I don’t have a strap-on with me,” Yunho drawled, and Jongho’s eyes snapped open to look at her in shock. “I’d fuck you so fucking good…make you scream…”
Jongho cried out. “Yes, yes! Right there, Unnie, please! I wan’ it…wan’ you,” she babbled.
Yunho’s grin sharpened, sweat beading her forehead. “Oh you like that, don’t you baby? Want Unnie to split you open on her cock?” Jongho’s pitiful whine was cut off by Yunho shoving her tongue in her mouth, rubbing their pussies together hard enough to start a fire.
The whole bed was rocking at this point, small plushies falling off the shelves. Yunho cradled one hand behind Jongho’s head so she wouldn’t accidentally hit the headboard.
She came with a broken moan, her slick joining Jongho’s as she thumbed her clit to make her come at the same time.
They touched foreheads and breathed heavily, Yunho waiting for her cunt to stop pulsing as she came down from her high.
She exhaled through her nose. “So,” she said awkwardly.
Jongho blushed.
“Shower?” Yunho prompted.
Jongho blinked once, then groaned. “But we just took a shower…”
Yunho giggled. “Just a quick rinse, Sunshine. Up.”
She eventually managed to grab the smaller girl by the waist again, supporting most of her body weight as she walked them both to the bathroom.
Jongho whined and sulked sleepily the whole shower, tucking her face into Yunho’s neck and refusing to move on her own.
Yunho bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from laughing as she cleaned both of them off.
After they were done, Jongho vaguely gestured to her closet for the change of clothes, so Yunho left her slumped on the bathroom counter to rifle through her impressive cute pajama collection.
Yunho decided on matching fuzzy Rilakumma teddy jammies and carefully slipped them on Jongho then herself before carrying her back to the bed.
Jongho nuzzled into Yunho’s neck almost immediately, letting out a soft sigh. Yunho tenderly brushed her bangs away from her eyes before leaning down and kissing her forehead. She reached for her phone left on Jongho’s nightstand before the (first) shower and snorted at the seven unread messages. Seonghwa unsurprisingly threw a digital fit, and Yunho responded by shooting one text back and throwing the phone back on the nightstand.
It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, either.
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Jongho cracked her eyelids open, squinting at the light pouring through her window. She felt like she was recovering from getting hit by a high speed locomotive.
She also felt warm. Too warm.
She had no complaints about her bedsheets and blankets; they were cute and functional. But they weren’t this…heavy. They also didn’t breathe.
Jongho squeezed her eyes shut. Opened them again. She tilted her chin down just slightly.
On her chest lay the cheek of the biker chick that picked her up last night and fucked her six ways to Sunday, still blissfully asleep and even snoring lightly.
Jongho squeaked, and her face reddened with the memories slamming back into her. She tried to wiggle out from underneath Yunho, but heard a grunt and felt an arm tightening around her waist.
“Unnie?” Her voice cracked on the first syllable. She tried again. “Unnie, I need to pee…”
Yunho grumbled and dug her face deeper into Jongho’s boobs. “Stay still. ‘s comfy.”
Jongho stuttered, caught off guard. “Yunho unnie, y-you’re poking m-me.”
Yunho fluttered her eyes open, then her lips curled up into a sleepy smile. She lifted her face until her forehead was touching Jongho’s.
“Morning, Sunshine. Sleep well?”
Yunho’s gravelly morning voice did nothing productive for Jongho’s thought process.
Honestly, Jongho thought Yunho would’ve left far before she woke up. It wasn’t even raining anymore. Why was Yunho still here?
“Uhm, yeah. Yes.”
Yunho exhaled through her nose and kissed Jongho’s cheek. She untangled herself with a yawn and a stretch.
“Wait your cute butt right here, I’ll make you some breakfast.”
Breakfast? Jongho stared at her like she grew a second head.
Yunho rolled her eyes. “Just let me take care of you, alright?”
Jongho just blinked as Yunho turned around and walked to the kitchenette.
Her confusion still remained with a plate of warm Eggo waffles drizzled with honey in front of her.
Yunho just watched, sitting across from her at the small table.
After a beat of silence, Jongho asked, “How’d you know I like my waffles with honey?”
Yunho cracked up, her laugh turning hiccup-y. “First of all, you don’t own any syrup.” She booped Jongho’s nose with her index finger. “Second of all, I heard little bears love honey.”
Jongho blushed stupidly, nibbling on one of the waffles as a distraction.
Yunho got up and walked to the bathroom, leaving Jongho to continue working on her breakfast. She returned in her leather outfit from last night, causing Jongho to almost choke on her last bite when she turned around.
Yunho sat down on the couch, one eyebrow raised. Was she waiting for her?
Jongho rinsed her plate and stuck it in the dishwasher before joining her.
Pulling a phone out of her pocket, she placed it in Jongho’s hands.
“Number.”
“Why?”
Yunho stared. Jongho stared back.
“So that I can text you to take you out on a proper date. Other questions?”
Jongho’s face erupted in flames and she meekly typed into Yunho’s phone before handing it back.
Yunho grinned. “There you go, sweetheart. Wasn’t so hard was it?” She leaned over and planted a quick peck on Jongho’s lips, causing Jongho to flinch.
She pulled away and got up, still grinning like she won something.
Before opening the front door, she glanced over her shoulder one last time.
“See you around, Sunshine.”
As the door slammed shut, Jongho still sat there on the couch frozen, lips tingling and hands twitching.
She buried her face into the nearest pillow and squealed.