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Hongjoong had been staring at the file for a good five minutes now, pointlessly twiddling with the audio files to no avail.
She was about a beer in, just enough to feel alright working overtime in her hotel room, but not so much that it would considerably affect her performance. Mingi was seemingly in the same boat, about two beers in from the looks of it. Despite Hongjoong having barely said more than five words in the past hour, Mingi stayed, fine in their comfortable silence. After about five minutes of absolutely zero progress, Hongjoong runs her palms down her face, rubbing her eyes in so deeply she can feel them watering.
Mingi’s hand remains on Hongjoong’s back, scratching it, albeit a little lazily now that she was fumbling with her phone, scrolling through whatever she liked scrolling through these days.
“Mingi,” Hongjoong mumbles.
She makes a noise of acknowledgement, not looking up.
Hongjoong peers into her, noting the way her mouth thoughtlessly dangles open, always looking just a little stupid to Hongjoong.
“You look nice.” She laces a finger through a strand of her long, blonde hair.
That manages to make Mingi look up.
“What?” She laughs, flashing her bright teeth at Hongjoong.
It wasn't at all what was supposed to come out of her mouth, but it was nearing midnight and her brain was clearly so beyond fried on the little bit of alcohol still infiltrating her system.
Mingi puts her phone down, running a hand through her hair. “It was looking a little yellow, so I got it toned before we left.”
“It looks good.”
She looks down, almost shyly, as if Hongjoong had never complimented her before.
She brushes it off quickly, staring back at the dreadful project file in front of her.
“You can go, Mingi. I think I'm gonna be here for another while.”
Mingi's mindless scratching comes to an abrupt stop. “You don't want me here?”
Hongjoong huffs a laugh, resting into her palm, “It's not about that. I got everything I needed from you hours ago.”
Mingi inches her chair up close to her, peering into her eyes. She protests the obvious with them, leading Hongjoong to promptly shake her head.
“I'm in a rut. There's nothing you can do about it.”
“A rut?”
“Yeah.” She starts twiddling with the audio files again, pretending to be preoccupied. “So, you can go back to your room, or to Yunho's room—I don't care.”
She brushes her off, now peering into Hongjoong's laptop screen. “What is it?”
“Nothing, it's stupid.”
Mingi sneers at her, mocking her admittedly horrible response. When Hongjoong doesn’t budge, her eyes turn into something that look a little more like pleading. It takes a considerable effort to not just tell her as a means to make Mingi feel a little more useful.
Hongjoong can already feel her cheeks flushing the longer she thinks about it. It was mortifyingly embarrassing, and honest to god, plainly ridiculous, and absolutely not something she’s going to share with her right hand.
“I'm just not connecting with the concept. And I thought I could bullshit it, but it's glaringly obvious I don't know what I'm doing.”
Mingi snorts, “Are you insane? Making music is like arguably the only thing you know how to do.”
Backhanded compliment aside, she was still dutifully missing the point. Everything needed to be plainly and crudely explained to Mingi if she was going to get it through her skull.
Hongjoong rubs her eyes, “It's the concept. It's a lot of talk about sex and having it and—well you know me.”
She squints her brows.
“It's just not coming through.”
Mingi nods slowly. “Uh huh… so when was the last time you got laid?”
Hongjoong breaks their eye contact, “Mingi…”
She smacks her arm lightly, “Ah, it's for work!"
She isn’t wrong. Straightforward and uncaring to a truly fascinating degree, but it wasn't a bad question.
“... Little over a year.” And she was being generous. She contemplated even counting those lousy hookups as getting properly laid, but considering the look on Mingi's face, the differences between a year or two years of abstinence were null.
“Seriously?”
Hongjoong laughs, “Come on, it's not that crazy.”
“No, that's—” Mingi pauses, seemingly contemplating, before looking back at Hongjoong with a horrible smile plastered on her face. “So, you're in that kind of rut?”
Hongjoong digs her face in her hands.
“That's so cute, unnie.”
“Agh—” Hongjoong is immediately brought out of her embarrassment, cringing up at her. “I shouldn't have said anything.”
“No, no, I get it now.”
She was fairly certain she didn't, and all this conversation had really done was succeed in further embarrassing Hongjoong and in probably bolstering Mingi’s ego more than what was necessary.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence, Mingi blows out a breath. “Well, that’s an easy fix, no?”
Hongjoong snorts, not looking at her.
Mingi goes to stand up, “No seriously, like—we could just go out and find someone right now—“
“What?” Hongjoong takes hold of her arm, “Absolutely not, sit back down.”
Mingi snickers, now nuzzling a little deeper into Hongjoong’s personal space. She wasn’t sure why she still hadn’t kicked Mingi out. Contrary to whatever Mingi probably thought, all she’d done was succeed in further disrupting her workflow anyway.
Still, she rests her chin atop Hongjoong’s shoulder, scratching her back again. She leans into her a bit, knowing she’s not going to kick her out anytime soon.
“Why not, though? It might clear your head or something.” Her voice was low and soothing in her ear.
Hongjoong shakes her head, “That’s not the point. It can’t just be anyone, Mingi.”
“Mm?”
Hongjoong plays a bit of the track, zeroing in on the first verse. “See, it’s actually more an issue with the sound and instrumentals.”
”Mhm, they’re not really in sync with the vocals vibes wise. Huge disconnect in emotion.”
Hongjoong always loved her blunt feedback. “Yeah. Of course, I could play it up a little with the lyricism, but the instrumentals are a little more abstract. I can’t figure it out.”
“Because it’s more personal.”
Hongjoong looks at her.
“The sex is, I mean.”
She nods, “Yeah.”
“Damn.”
Hongjoong shakes her head, “I’m screwed.”
“Oh come on, I mean you’ve always got like—friends. You’d just have to find someone willing.” Mingi is looking at her again, presumably desperate for an answer to her ridiculous proposition.
Hongjoong snickers, “What?”
“I mean, that’s the answer right?”
Absolutely not. It was incredibly stupid, inappropriate, downright ridiculous even, and bound to end poorly for Hongjoong. Not worth it just for the slight chance it might bring a single song together.
Hongjoong raises her brows.
“Maybe.” There was something about Mingi that genuinely rotted Hongjoong’s ability to effectively overthink.
“So?”
Hongjoong smiles, looking back at her laptop, “So what, you want me to just walk down to Seonghwa’s room and ask if she’ll have friendly sex with me?” She can barely get the sentence out without laughing at herself.
She looks back at Mingi. “Come back and let you know how it goes?”
Mingi isn’t laughing though, still staring her down. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be Seonghwa.”
”It was a joke, Mingi.”
She clears her throat, “Yeah, but like—“ Mingi’s leg is bouncing a million miles a minute as her eyes wander around the room. “—I could do that for you. If you wanted.”
Hongjoong very quickly realizes that she’s being dead serious. She tries not to laugh, knowing it’d probably hurt her feelings, but how could she not? What the hell kind of a proposition was that anyway?
“You?”
Mingi shrugs, practically crawling into herself.
“No way.”
”What? Why?” For whatever reason, she seems offended.
“I didn’t even think you—“ She pauses to look at Mingi, as if there was anything she could’ve possibly missed after seven years. Maybe it was a little backwards of her, but she really didn’t think Mingi was the type. It wasn’t necessarily that long bleached hair and pink board shorts were indicative of anything, but in conjunction with the way she carried herself, she’d always assumed it didn’t go beyond kissing a few girls here and there.
“Is that new?”
“Asshole.” She looks down, twiddling with her thumbs.
“Aw, Mingi, I didn’t mean it like that.”
When she reaches out to grab her shoulder, Mingi sinks into her touch, looking up at her like she’s about to shatter. Hongjoong takes a breath, feeling her heart jump.
Mingi had looked at her like that countless times, and it wasn’t like she was unaware of what she looked like. But for obvious reasons, it wasn't something she had ever allowed herself to think about for longer than a few seconds.
She breaks eye contact with her. She absolutely wasn’t going to start now.
”You think I can’t make you feel good, unnie?”
”Jesus, Mingi—what are you—” She reluctantly looks back at her. She looks desperate, shaking her leg in anticipation as if she wasn’t the one offering to help her. Hongjoong relished in it a little too much for her liking, thinking maybe she could draw out that neediness for a little longer.
“I don't know.”
Mingi breaks into a smile.
Hongjoong looks away, thinking if she looked at her for much longer that tingling sensation in her groin would start to become unbearable.
Then she would have to do something about it.
This wasn't a real conversation that was happening. She couldn't believe she was even entertaining it. If she knew any better, she'd kick Mingi out now, maybe scold her a little for being so wildly unprofessional.
Before she can, Mingi takes her hand, and Hongjoong nearly gasps at the size in comparison to hers.
“What do you like?”
Hongjoong was irritated, being reminded how little self control she actually had. The thought of kicking her out was quickly getting drowned out by her growing need to see how she'd fair below her. Or maybe on top of her. Maybe inside her.
All Hongjoong managed was a pathetic and lowly, “Anything.” It was better than saying she'd be open to just chewing on her thighs a little, or maybe just suffocating into her massive chest.
Mingi also looked to have specifics in mind, but was considerate enough to keep it to herself. “Anything you want, unnie.”
She was really blanking, maybe with too many pent up thoughts all flooding in at the same time. “You tell me.”
Hongjoong was horrifically out of practice and hornier than she had any right being.
And Mingi seemed to pick up on that quickly.
She pushes on the chair's armrest, swerving her seat and forcing Hongjoong to face her.
“Lower body off limits?” Although, she’s already pulling on Hongjoong's waistband.
She snorts, attempting to drown out the noise that wanted to come out of her throat. “No.”
She swiftly gets on her knees, hand not leaving her waistband. She looked so good like that, she couldn't believe it wasn't the first thought she had when Mingi asked her what she wanted.
“Hah?” Hongjoong squeaks.
Her eyes finally leave her waistband, meeting Hongjoong's. “Can I eat you out?”
She raises her brows. It'd been a long time, longer than she cared to admit. “You really want to?”
“Yeah.”
She blinks. She wasn't doubting her abilities, but she wasn't all that confident in her either if she was being frank. It must've shown in her face as Mingi, in a panic, shakes her head.
“I'm really good, unnie.”
She looks down at her. Images of Mingi on her knees like this with the other members flash into her brain, mainly Yunho, little bit of Wooyoung. She knew it was kind of gross, and although she pushes it out of her mind just as quickly, the thought is strangely alluring to her.
“Alright.” She pushes herself to the edge of the seat.
Mingi is already enthusiastically tugging down on her waistband, pulling it down.
“Hey,” Hongjoong digs a hand into Mingi's hair, effectively drawing her eyes back up to hers. She seems to like the motion just as much as Hongjoong does. “This is a one time thing. As friends. Yeah?”
Mingi nods, mouth agape. “Uh-huh.”
Although she doubted Mingi's commitment to that, she couldn't just ignore the pretty girl in between her legs wanting to eat her out. Hongjoong wasn't that strong.
Hongjoong nods at her, smiling.
Mingi wastes no time pulling her sweats and briefs down together, planting her hands on Hongjoong's thighs and nearly engulfing them with no difficulty.
The image is a little dizzying, and given how pent up she is, Hongjoong could probably just come to the sight of Mingi on her like this alone.
As the cold air suddenly hits her now bare inner thighs, she’s brought back to the present, looking down at her co-worker and close friend.
Hongjoong looks up, a bit embarrassed by how exposed she felt. “Sorry if—I don't know.”
Mingi seems to just disregard her, opting to laugh into her.
Hongjoong, a little startled, tenses up. “What?”
“You're so wet already.” She looks up at her through heavy eyes, “Are you that horny for me, unnie?”
Hongjoong twitches. Rather than whatever retort she had in mind coming out of her mouth, she just lets out a low and pathetic whine. “Come on,” was all she managed.
Mingi's consequential grin was irritating. But her annoyance quickly faltered the second she felt Mingi's tongue drag along her pussy, controlled but still overzealous in true Mingi fashion. She pulls away briefly, presumably to adjust herself, and she breathes softly into her, warming her up instantly.
“God—” Hongjoong grips the armrest, biting back the hundred things she wanted to moan out.
Mingi, already overeager, didn't waste time fucking her tongue into her. Her hands tightened around her thighs, making her stomach flutter and her core ache.
“Ah—” she gasps out, falling back on the backrest of the chair. “That's good, Mingi.”
She hums into her, taking her time lapping up whatever she could as Hongjoong relaxes into her face. Hongjoong glances down.
Seeing Mingi like this was a sight. Hair, ever so slightly disheveled, tickling Hongjoong's leg, with her shorts now ridden so high up her thighs, she could see the crevices of her ass. Her eyes were closed, so intensely dedicated to her pussy, to licking her clean, only for more to pool up in its place.
Mingi peers up into Hongjoong, still nearly nose deep into her inner thighs, lips already so wet and swollen.
“You taste so good, unnie,” she breathes out.
Hongjoong hums. “Yeah?”
She catches her breath, resting her cheek against her thigh. “Uh-huh,” She looks up at her, eyes so dark yet sickeningly sweet.
Hongjoong thoughtlessly strokes her cheek, wiping a dribble of her slick off her lower lip. “So pretty.”
Mingi smiles into her. “Am I doing good?”
She giggles, somewhat endeared. “Yeah.”
“Am I good, unnie?” Her cheek is pressed against her thigh.
Hongjoong grips her hair. “Can you make unnie come?”
She nods eagerly, already diving back in before Hongjoong could say anything else. As Mingi's nose tickles her clit, Hongjoong takes hold of her head and grinds into her, fucking her face. Mingi's mouth opens wider, practically devouring her, happily rubbing her nose into her clit.
She moans, running her fingers through her hair, “Just like that, Mingi, you're doing so good.”
Hongjoong's thighs inevitably close around Mingi, trapping her a little, albeit unintentionally. It got a reaction out of Mingi as she moans into her, hands wavering along her thighs.
Hongjoong liked that. Someone so much bigger than her, objectively stronger than her, still being rendered powerless in her grasp.
Hongjoong whines out a little, seeing Mingi's muscular arm fall limply at her side. She lightly taps on Hongjoong's ankle, making her loosen her hold on her just a bit.
“What is it, baby?” Hongjoong nearly flinches at what had come out of her mouth, but she was near orgasm, and genuinely couldn't find it in herself to give a fuck about anything but getting Mingi's hot mouth back on her.
Mingi takes a breath, “Can I—” She drags her hand into her inner thigh.
“What?”
“Can I touch myself?” She looks at her pleadingly, chest pressed into Hongjoong's legs.
She was genuinely dumbfounded.
Before she could respond, she was rendered sort of speechless by how ruined Mingi already looked in this position. How she sat there, legs spread, eyes pleading, awaiting further instructions before she could rub herself.
Hongjoong grins, “I don't know.”
Mingi whines a little, now gripping Hongjoong's legs.
“Aw.” Hongjoong lifts her head, “Think you can finish me off first?”
She nods, pressing her thighs together, her underwear no doubt already soaked through and leaking down her legs. The thought was so intoxicating, Mingi probably wouldn't have to wait much longer.
“Atta girl.”
Hongjoong draws her back in with her legs, locking her in place again. She grips her hair with a bit more intent, guiding her head where she wanted her to be. Mingi licks deeply up her pussy, locking in on her clit and sucking and licking into it.
“Ah—” Hongjoong pulled on her hair, but Mingi didn't stop. “Right there.”
Mingi enthusiastically laps her up, letting Hongjoong grind hard into her. She looks down at her, the sight so maddening she can't help but run a thumb along her head, petting her.
“You're doing so good for me, baby—I'm so close.” She can barely get the words out, whimpering in between.
Mingi whines against her clit, messily lapping into her, almost desperately, just the way Hongjoong liked it. She fit so perfectly in between her thighs, with every crevice of her face rubbing so nicely into her wet folds. She couldn't believe they hadn't done this sooner, that her and Mingi hadn't already been doing this for years. She’s so deep into her pussy, she knows her airways are more than likely blocked. Yet she persists, so dutiful and pretty on her knees.
Hongjoong falls apart, barely being able to contain her too loud outburst, as she rides out her orgasm against her, with her tight grasp on her slowly wavering. Mingi lets off a little, still licking around her, so lovingly and gently. She bit back several retorts, taking a considerable effort not to confess her nonexistent love to Mingi or say just about anything that would prompt an inevitable conversation later.
Hongjoong catches her breath, decidedly not looking down at Mingi until she felt calm enough to do so.
Once she did, Mingi just rested prettily on her knee. She hoped to see Mingi antsy again, maybe desperate to get herself off, but of course, she didn't. She merely looked up at Hongjoong, eyes caked with yearning and a blissful intensity.
Hongjoong didn’t really know what to say to that. How to even properly look at her. Mingi’s feelings for her had become abundantly clear in those few seconds of silence, and despite how much that complicated things for Hongjoong, the fact of the matter is she should’ve known better. When or how they appeared, she didn't know, but she had to put a stop to it now.
Instead, she brushes Mingi's damp bangs off her eyes, grazing her thumb along her cheek.
“Good girl.”
Mingi lazily smiles up at her, drawing lines up and down Hongjoong's calf. After a minute, she raises her head off her knee, face still flushed, and looking down at her thighs.
Hongjoong thought about just asking Mingi to finish herself off right then and there, all for her to see. She would do it too. Obediently and with maybe nothing more than a whine.
She looks up at her, “Joongie…”
That thought quickly escapes her mind the longer she stares at her, practically begging for Hongjoong to offer her hand. Maybe next time.
Hongjoong shakes her head, shifting her attention back over to her laptop. What on Earth was she thinking?
“Ah, I've still got so much work left, Mingi…”
Mingi’s eyes were pleading as she crawls up onto Hongjoong’s thighs, using them as an armrest. She rests her head along her forearm, lips almost pouting.
“Are you out of your rut then?”
With the way Mingi was looking at her, it wouldn’t have mattered if she really was out of it and beaming with inspiration.
“I don’t… I don’t know…” Hongjoong swerves a little in her chair, shifting her eyes around the room.
To her dismay, Mingi stands up, now looking down at her for a change. Still, she maintained that needy submission in her eyes, giving her a toothy grin. Regardless of whatever control Hongjoong thought she had with Mingi, she had truly never felt so out of control in her life.
Seeing that they were right there, Hongjoong pulls her shorts down, noting how she tenses at the touch. She looks up at her briefly, running her hand along her plush stomach. Mingi relaxes into her touch, regarding her with a sweet smile.
Hongjoong runs her fingers along her panties, drawing them down to her pussy, completely soaked through just like she'd anticipated. Mingi notably tightens her grip on her shoulders.
“Sweet girl,” Hongjoong breathes, rubbing her softly. “So patient and wet just for me?” The more that came out of her mouth, the more she wondered if she was really just that fucking stupid. She had to have been.
Mingi grins, “Can we try something?”
Hongjoong's breath hitches. Mingi could sit on her face and suffocate her till she passed out and for all she cared, it could be the last thing she ever did.
“Sure,” she says simply.
She winds up sat on Mingi's lap, straddling her thigh and facing her laptop, with Mingi mumbling something about a compromise. It took a very meager amount of convincing on Hongjoong's part before she inevitably took a seat, still shaking her head to showcase her disapproval.
“Keep working, unnie.”
Hongjoong can already feel herself getting wet against her thigh. She reluctantly looks down, whining at the sight of it alone. Mingi's muscular yet impossibly plush thigh dwarfs Hongjoong's already impressive legs as she squeezes around her. Her slick already wets her thigh, shiny even under the low light of the room.
Mingi moans low in Hongjoong's ear, seemingly focused on the same thing.
Hongjoong focuses back on her laptop screen, re-playing the verse to remind herself what the initial problems were. She noted the disconnect like before, but now she was already thinking of how to piece it together in ways she hadn't even begun to think of.
Mingi panted in her ear, letting out little gasps and whimpers here and there as she rubbed herself. If she could feature her little noises on the track, it'd probably save it on that fact alone.
“You sound so pretty,” Hongjoong says sort of thoughtlessly.
Mingi hums into her ear, so low and deep, she can feel the slight vibration emanating from her chest.
Hongjoong plays back her new versions of the verse several times, finding she just had to tweak what she thought were otherwise insignificant parts in the instrumental slightly for it to finally satisfy her brain in the right way.
Mingi was now running a hand along the inside of Hongjoong's t-shirt, her warm fingers gently caressing her abdomen.
“Mingi—” Hongjoong gasps out.
“Do I feel good, unnie?” She breathes, lifting her fingers up to her chest.
Hongjoong lazily nods, barely able to get a word out. “You're so hot.”
Hongjoong felt a little silly as it came out of her mouth, so hoarse and abrupt, but it seemed to get a reaction out of Mingi as she groans into her shoulder.
The verse was by no means perfected, but as she listens, the sultry and vulnerable aspects of the instrumental she wanted to bring were slowly coming together. Isolated, she finds it finally isn’t substance-less and only vaguely sexy. She can feel it turning into something more raw and somewhat confusing yet undeniably erotic. It wasn't what she was going for initially, but with the added backtrack, she wonders why it wasn't what she was going for the whole time.
Mingi's moans are loud in her ear, played up no doubt, sending vibrations into her chest and down her groin. She'd been feeling up her tits for some time now, almost playing with them to a certain degree. It was never really Hongjoong's cup of tea, but considering the way Mingi seemed to be reacting to it, she could just fling her around for all she cared. So long as she got a kick out of it.
Hongjoong's warm slick pools up on her thigh, running down both their adductors, making Hongjoong twitch.
“You're soaked, unnie.”
“Yeah,” Hongjoong breathes.
“Can I please fuck you?” Mingi runs her hand down to her inner thighs.
Hongjoong's body jerks in response, a little stunned. “Ah—”
She presses a kiss below Hongjoong's ear, licking down her neck. “It's okay.”
She shudders the moment her tongue let off her neck, cold air taking its place.
Hongjoong arches her back slightly, lifting her ass up off Mingi, albeit a little awkwardly. She bites back her gasp once Mingi's fingers graze her pussy, feeling for her entrance. She turns slightly to look at her, faced with a disheveled Mingi seeming to calculate where she'd feel most comfortable, all the while visibly growing antsy as her face flushes. She laughed a little at that, not because it was all that funny, but because the mere thought of her being experimental for Mingi would honestly be enough to get her off as is. Hongjoong decidedly slides down against her fingers, despite how much she wanted to leave her frustrated for a little longer. She lets out a deep and long groan as her fingers slide inside of her, curling against her walls.
“Ngh—that's so nice baby, you're fucking me so good.” She rides along her fingers, whimpering out a little as Mingi adjusts herself comfortably.
She tries to focus back on the track, having blissfully found the kind of sound she wanted permeating throughout. She tweaks the other verses, making them all fit together, all the while she opens up little by little for Mingi. She brushed against her G-spot repeatedly, sending little sparks of pleasure up her groin as she feels more slick pooling around her. She starts riding her with more intent, pressing her palm against Mingi's other thigh.
She looks back at her again, faced with a smiling Mingi relishing in her outbursts. She honestly didn't know what would bring her over the edge more, Mingi's long fingers curling inside her, or just the way Mingi looks at her, fucking her happily.
“I love that look on your face, Joongie.”
Hongjoong's eyes widen.
She grins her teeth, “So fucked out and careless, just for me to see.”
All she could manage were various incoherent whimpers and gasps as she rides on her fingers.
As Mingi grows a little shaky, Hongjoong subsequently rests her elbows on the desk, allowing for a different angle.
“Ngh—right there, Mingi.”
She feels her weight on her as Mingi rests on her back, comfortably fucking into her.
“Fuck, you're so—” Mingi moans into her ear, pushing brutally into Hongjoong, clearly lapping up all the noises coming out of her. She nuzzles back into her neck. “You'd look so cute riding my strap, unnie.”
It wasn't at all what she expected to come out of her mouth, but just the mere image of it was bringing her over the edge.
“Mingi,” she whines out. She had to come, she had to come all over Mingi's fingers, all over her ravishing thighs, she had to, over and over again. “Mingi,” she gasps out again, pleading.
Mingi pants against her neck, hot and wet. “Can we do this like—all the time?”
Hongjoong just nods desperately, unable to think about anything but Mingi's fingers curling inside her, and the soft tickle of her hair against Hongjoong's skin.
She comes hard against her fingers, feeling the liquid run down her thighs, and hopefully all along Mingi's bare thigh too. She feels Mingi's other hand pressed against her ass, riding out her own orgasm as Hongjoong falls into her. She doesn't let off her pussy, still pushing into her.
Hongjoong gasps, “It's so much—”
She just nods into her, “C'mon unnie.”
Little freak.
It takes all of her strength, but she pushes down against her fingers, throbbing and overstimulated to all hell. But Mingi deserved it.
It doesn't take much more before she squirts all over Mingi's fingers, falling limply into Mingi's chest, still gasping and whining through it all. As she rides out the remainder of it, her slick pools up along Mingi's thigh and hand. Mingi slowly removes herself, seemingly fixated on nothing but the slick running down her fingers.
Hongjoong watches her through lidded eyes as she runs them down her clit, finishing herself off with Hongjoong's cum as lubricant. Her expression is almost familiar, with her mouth parted open as soft whimpers escape her lips. Her eyes remain closed for a while as if trying to concentrate. Hongjoong found she was already missing her.
She finally opens them to Hongjoong staring at her, more than likely looking completely dumbfounded, and maybe a little ecstatic to see her eyes open again. That seems to do it for her as she lets out a loud but relieving moan, maintaining eye contact with Hongjoong.
They looked at each other for a while after that, still panting and attempting to come back into themselves. Hongjoong remains acutely aware of the lingering throbbing between her legs, and the wet combination of slick and sweat on her thighs.
“The track sounds good,” Mingi says.
She had completely forgotten about the track if she was being honest with herself. She wouldn’t be surprised if it sounded like disillusioned and confused garbage when she woke up, and she could honestly care less.
There were about a million things flying through her head, mostly nonsensical, and nothing that could formulate itself into a cohesive thought that could feasibly come out of her mouth. But the longer she looked, the more she realized she didn't really want to say anything. There was nothing that wouldn’t further complicate it, regardless of whatever sensible thing might come out of her mouth.
Mingi seems to take Hongjoong opening her mouth as a good enough invitation to basically smack her mouth against hers, receiving more teeth than lip, or really just mouth in general.
Okay. So they weren't going to talk. That was fine by Hongjoong.
Her lip doesn't catch initially, as she confidently licks the side of her mouth, hardly grazing her top lip. She quickly corrects herself by holding Hongjoong's face, lining herself up decently enough with her mouth. Still, her version of kissing consists of about twenty percent lip and eighty percent tongue. She's sloppy in her delivery, but so adorable that Hongjoong still indulges her for a little bit.
When Mingi pulls off to take a breath, Hongjoong tugs on her hair, which succeeds in making her pause. She made that stupid grin of hers, running her hand down Hongjoong's arm, awaiting further instruction.
Hongjoong rewards her patience with a smile, diving back in to kiss her. Mingi follows her lead, opting to suck lightly on her upper lip, licking her gently every now and then. Hongjoong thought she'd get tired and let off eventually, but to her surprise, she just couldn't stop kissing her. She savors every little gasp that comes out of Mingi's mouth, taking her newfound position to properly explore her body.
Eventually, she pushes for her to stand up off the chair, murmuring, “On the bed,” through kisses.
She pauses for a second, admittedly in awe over how effortlessly gorgeous Mingi looked in that position.
She giggles, laying into her before Mingi can react, and lazily kisses her all around her mouth while running a hand along the inside of her shirt. Everything about her is so plush and pliant against Hongjoong's palm, and she can't help but moan into her mouth a little, inviting Mingi's tongue in.
She feels her smile into her mouth, full tongue kissing her as she swirls around her enthusiastically, grabbing onto Hongjoong's arm for added support. Hongjoong instinctively rubs her knee into Mingi's inner thighs, prompting a gasp from both of them.
She was wet.
Hongjoong pulls off briefly, “Jesus, Mingi—”
“You wanna go again?”
Hongjoong blinks, a little stunned but mostly irritated that the word ‘yeah’ thoughtlessly came out of her mouth before she could even process it.
Mingi pulls her back in again, but Hongjoong pulls away almost immediately, “Wait, wait, wait—”
“Huh,” Mingi mumbles.
She should talk to her.
Instead, Hongjoong narrows her eyes at her, a smile forming on her lips. “Do you really own a strap?”
Mingi immediately flushes, shifting her eyes away from her. “... No. I lied.”
“I knew it.”
She laughs, smacking her arm defensively. “What's that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” Hongjoong grins, “When we get home, wanna use mine?”
Every question asked on both ends leads to a resounding ‘Yes!’ with no further consideration, and as dangerous as Hongjoong knew that was, she would deal with it later.
All she knew now was that her right hand probably had feelings for her, and Hongjoong for whatever reason loses every rational part of herself when faced with that.
And she could care less.
Probably.