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Choi San was down disastrously bad for her girlfriend.
Like, astronomically.
If you asked someone on the street they'd probably say Wooyoung was the one who'd do anything for her girlfriend (and that was also true) considering how intimidating she acted whenever someone came close to her. But San exceeded that by so many miles when it came to pleasing Wooyoung, making Wooyoung happy, loving Wooyoung, doing anything Wooyoung asked.
She loved her girlfriend, and Wooyoung loved her just as much, if the matching flower tattoos on their wrists and the matching keychains that didn't fit either of their aesthetics hanging on their bags proved anything.
So of course San would be down bad.
But it wasn't just that she loved Wooyoung and would go to many lengths just to prove that. It was also a praise thing, because if San was anything, she was a whore for praise in any form.
Wooyoung discovered that very early on without meaning to, after Wooyoung muttered something along the lines of ‘fuck, you're such a sweet girl' during one of many make out sessions, and San had whined and squirmed and made such a mess of herself in her sweet lacy underwear they had no choice but to take it off and Wooyoung fingered her till she was crying.
That was just one of many instances.
It didn't just extend to sex, because San would blush and smile if the postman so much as said ‘good job’ to her when receiving good news through a letter.
San sought out praise from Wooyoung no matter what they did because it made her feel good — she liked hearing her favourite person in the entire world was happy for her or proud of her, even if it was as simple as a pat on her silky black hair, a kiss on the cheek and a ‘well done, baby' when San mentioned she'd helped a cat across the street.
It was just the majority of the time that praise came in the form of Wooyoung giving it when San was making her feel good too.
Which is exactly why San sat pretty on the floor between Wooyoung's knees, legs folded politely, face pressed into her girlfriend's cunt under her folded up skirt, soft hands resting on Wooyoung's thighs to keep herself balanced.
She was making more noise than her girlfriend she was literally eating out — sweet little needy noises every time she flicked her eyes up and met Wooyoung's eyeliner rimmed, dark gaze staring back at her — short fingers curling into the skin of Wooyoung's thighs as she tried her best to hold eye contact but her girlfriend's pretty, sharp face was so intimidating to look at from her position.
So she urged forward instead, whimpering softly into Wooyoung's cunt, dragging her tongue gently across her dripping centre to make more of a mess of the bottom half of her face. She dug in then, wetness seeping onto her tongue as she pressed in as much as she could go, little nose bumping Wooyoung's clit every time she moved her head.
Wooyoung moaned sweetly, head tipping back a little with fluttering lashes, and San kept her gaze up to gauge how smudged her dark makeup was around her eyes, how her dyed black and blonde hair stuck slightly to her forehead. The noise alone sent warmth spreading through San’s lower stomach, a spark of confirmation that she was doing something right, feeling embarrassingly good to know that every careful movement was earning the reaction she was hoping for.
“Is this good, mommy?” San panted when she pulled away with a slight gasp, big doe eyes blinking up at Wooyoung expectantly, wanting to hear the confirmation just as much as she was seeing it.
Before being given an answer, San leaned back in to kitten lick between Wooyoung's wet folds, hands flattening on Wooyoung's thighs like a sweet pet between her legs.
Wooyoung let out a sharp, quiet ‘fuck’, her hand curled at the edge of the bed moving to grab San’s black hair between her ringed fingers to keep her there. She let San tongue at her slit, and then move up to swipe and suck softly at her clit before giving a verbal response — as though letting San prove just how good she was before giving her the credit.
“‘S perfect, baby,” Wooyoung gasped, head dropping back once again, keeping a tight fist on San's soft hair as she shifted her hips forward ever so slightly without helping, grinding onto her girlfriend's face. “Being such a good girl.”
San audibly whimpered into Wooyoung's heat, the words hitting so quickly and deeply that her thighs automatically clenched. But she ignored it in lieu of putting Wooyoung first, flattening her tongue to let Wooyoung ride it with gentle rocks of her hips.
San's makeup was getting just as smudged as Wooyoung's was — still glittery and tinted pink around the eyes, mascara smudging making San’s lashes flutter every time she looked up, wide and shiny — but she didn't seem to care with the way her glossy lips closed around Wooyoung's sensitive clit.
“F-Fuck baby, just like that,” Wooyoung’s voice got deeper, going straight into San's gut; further, as San involuntarily bucked forward, leaking into her underwear. She was finding it incredibly difficult to think about anything else other than Wooyoung's fingers digging into San's hair, curling into the soft strands, and tugging gently as she thrust into the lewd sounds of San practically swallowing her cunt — face being utterly used, feeling all like a reward itself.
Saliva and Wooyoung’s arousal pooled against San's lips, tiny little whimpers coming from her as she licked every time Wooyoung's grip on her hair tightened, Wooyoung riding her face, the noises sending soft vibrations up Wooyoung's spine. San didn't move her eyes from her, watching with shiny awe, arms curling over Wooyoung's thighs to stabilise herself and subtly bring Wooyoung closer as if to drown herself in Wooyoung's pussy.
Wooyoung almost collapsed back onto the sheets, holding San's head in place as San dug her tongue into her sensitive, gushing hole, nose rubbing against her clit as San moved her head perfectly.
“S-Sannie— fuck, baby— Baby, there—”
San complied, staying where she was, big eyes blinking up to watch Wooyoung throw her head back and grip San's bedsheets so hard the floral fabric twisted between her fingers. She couldn't breathe really, but she was happy to just stay there and let it happen if Wooyoung was going to moan as prettily as she was right now — the feeling something akin to winning the lottery with the rush that ran through her.
Pushing up Wooyoung's black skirt to her waist, San's hands moved from their polite place at Wooyoung's thighs to hold her hips, her strawberry pink nails digging into the skin there as she put all her focus into licking up her arousal and nudging her sensitive clit with her cute nose.
It was so messy. San was a determined eater, wanting to make sure she did exactly as Wooyoung wanted and that always ended up with her poor face absolutely soaked in the end. It wasn't like San was wearing anything anyway, other than the cute matching frilly pink underwear set she loved so, so much. Wooyoung felt a little bad she was soiling it when spit dripped down San's chin, dropping to her chest, wetting her pink lace bra with how eagerly she lapped at Wooyoung's cunt.
Wooyoung couldn't help it though, leaking onto her girlfriend's skilled tongue, making a mess of her perfect face, especially when San moved to focus on her clit. She flicked at the sensitive bud with the sweetest, desperate expression on her face, like she was urging Wooyoung to cum all over her mouth with just her eyes and tongue.
It would've worked if Wooyoung didn't have the patience of a saint.
Begrudgingly, Wooyoung lifted San's face away with the grip on her hair, keeping San a few inches away as the girl panted between her legs. San's eyes flitted in panic almost immediately, hands tightening around Wooyoung's thighs to try shuffle back in, soaked tongue dropping out like a needy pup when she managed to get an inch closer.
Wooyoung didn't let her with a sharper tug on her hair, soft strands slipping through her fingers and San whined loudly.
“Youngie—?”
“C’mere, sweetheart,” Wooyoung urged, shuffling back entirely onto the bed so her dripping pussy wasn't in San's face.
San's lips fell into a sweet pout, clambering up onto the bed after her girlfriend, eyeing up as Wooyoung's skirt fell back down and covered her up entirely. “But I wanted to… Wanna make you cum, mommy,”
“God—” Wooyoung groaned, halting for a second as the whining went straight to her cunt, wetness dripping down her thighs. She manoeuvred so San was against the headboard, hands immediately going out to stroke along the length of her soft thighs.
“I know, sweet girl. You can make mommy cum soon,” Wooyoung promised, tugging at San's waist and the girl followed easily, falling back onto the bed with Wooyoung between her thighs. “I wanna play with you a bit first.”
San whimpered at that, legs dropping open automatically, like an invitation without being asked, already knowing what Wooyoung wanted to see. She looked wrecked already — lips and chin glossy from Wooyoung, long black hair falling messy, sticking to her forehead, pupils blown wide in big doe-like eyes.
Her underwear wasn't doing much better, either.
“My god, Sannie,” Wooyoung breathed, amusement laced in her tone as she brushed her gaze over San's pale pink lace panties. Her fingers dipped in curiosity, swiping over the damp spot there. “You're soaked. I haven't even touched you yet.”
San whimpered, a slight warm flush of embarrassment making its way up her neck and across her cheeks, fingers picking at the duvet under her. She involuntarily bucked into the faint brush of Wooyoung's thumb against her wet panties.
“Mommy tastes good,” San admitted around a slight pout.
“Yeah?” Wooyoung laughed lightly, thumb pressing ever so slightly into the damp patch of San’s underwear, pushing lightly into her hole that San whimpered at again. The pink fabric came out darker when San leaked pathetically against it, and Wooyoung tilted her head. “Can't have you ruining these pretty things, can we baby?”
San didn't need to reply as Wooyoung was already hooking her thumbs into San’s underwear, dragging the soaked fabric down her legs. San helped, hips lifting, letting Wooyoung part her legs once the underwear was somewhere on the bed. Wooyoung's hands were rougher than her own — thanks to her meticulous use of them with her guitars, rolling cigarettes, the alike — smoothing up San’s soft thighs, keeping her legs apart, glistening pussy now fully on display.
Instinctively San tried to close them, not even thinking when her thighs pushed together but it was a meek attempt as Wooyoung's rings dug into the skin to keep them wide.
“Sweetest little pussy, baby,” Wooyoung breathed, eyes fixated as she kept San’s legs spread. San whined, soft flush spreading up to dust her cheeks which she covered with her hands, and Wooyoung faintly smiled — a little cruel and a little fond both at once — before dipping down as though to get between San’s legs.
Instead, she hovered just before her chest hit the bed, pressing San's legs further up, before spitting lewdly against San's spread cunt.
San actually squeaked, whole body jolting at the feeling, at the sound, and then her hands slipped away from her face with a whimper when she felt it drip into her already wet, twitching hole.
“Youngie—” She whined, half embarrassed, half extremely turned on considering how much she started leaking.
Her legs were dropped back onto the comfort of the bed then, and San was safe for barely a second before Wooyoung's fingers dipped down. Two ringed fingers circled her wet folds before suddenly digging into her, an embarrassingly loud slick noise resonating in the room when Wooyoung pushed them all the way in.
She didn't start slow either, fingering San's dripping pussy open with thick fingers, the cool silver of her rings bumping against it and coming back soaked with how embarrassingly wet San got.
“Mo-Mommy—” San shrieked, a hand flying out to try grab Wooyoung's wrist, but it was a weak attempt as she stopped halfway to drop back onto the bed. Her head tipped back into the soft cushion, moans spilling from pretty lips as Wooyoung set a brutal pace with her fingers.
Wooyoung hummed, “Oh, there you go. There's my messy little girl.”
She looked transfixed on how easily San's pussy took her fingers, sliding in and out with such lewd sounds that San’s whimpers were almost inaudible.
“Fuck, baby, listen to you.”
San had no clue if Wooyoung was talking about her moans or her pussy or both, because she curved her fingers upwards inside her and San almost blanked entirely.
Her legs almost slammed shut before Wooyoung's strong hand pushed one back to the bed, holding it there as she curled her fingers again, hitting San so perfectly that she cried out, tears threatening to form behind her closed eyes. San squeezed hard at the feeling, hands grasping at the bedsheets for anything to hold, clamping around Wooyoung's fingers like a vice, a subtle moment of protection against the sudden abuse to her cunt, before it entirely weakened when the hand holding her thigh down slapped harshly at the pale skin.
“None of that, princess,” Wooyoung ordered, and when San fluttered her eyes open, she was sitting intimidatingly between San's parted legs, eyes mean and dark under her dyed hair.
San didn't even try to argue, pathetically.
Instead, her eyes raked over Wooyoung's frame — the hair falling loose around her shoulders, framing her sharp eyes, her tits sitting pretty that San so badly wanted, preferably in her mouth, the dark, lacy skirt she still wore, hiding her own wet heat. She looked so perfect, as always.
So instinctively, San's legs spread further, slightly pulling them up so Wooyoung had better access to her needy, dripping cunt, now wanting nothing more but for her to fill it up.
A smile spread across Wooyoung's face, and San's chest actually twisted a little in panic because she moved her fingers again, sliding easily and deceptively slowly to the point that San whined slightly in distress.
And then it just cracked — San's pretty cunt being split open by Wooyoung's fingers, alternating between screwing them into her and gently curling them with a softness of petting a cat. San just cried out, letting it happen because pleasing Wooyoung was all she wanted, and if that meant dripping all over her hand embarrassingly, then so be it.
And it felt good.
She managed to keep her thighs open despite how shaky they were with Wooyoung's fingers ramming into her cunt. San could literally hear how wet she was, shame and arousal flooding through her as she basically coated Wooyoung's entire hand. She clenched hard when Wooyoung thumbed teasingly at her clit, hips bucking up as her fingers curled perfectly, almost fully tipping San over the edge humiliatingly quickly.
“Mommy, mommy—” San whined, arching off the bed that she gripped under her, yanking the floral duvet cover up with how tightly her fists grabbed it.
And then Wooyoung's fingers left her cunt entirely, ripping from her with a loud, wet squelch, so suddenly that San could barely catch her breath.
“Ah-ah,” Wooyoung's tone was saccharine and condescending, soaked fingers hovering over San's stomach. “No cumming on me yet, princess. You know the rules.”
A defeated, weak noise left San’s lips, hips twitching up to seek friction from nothing because Wooyoung moved to hover half over her instead. A sick smile was plastered on Wooyoung's pretty face, her choppy dyed hair and silver necklaces dangling over San from above. And then sly fingers slipped back down, ghosting San's leaking cunt, dragging through the mess she'd left there.
San keened, bucking violently into the touch, only making Wooyoung's smile grow sharper and fonder as her eyes trailed down San's body to her spread legs, letting San grind her pussy against Wooyoung's circling fingers. They didn't go any lower, only teasingly dipping to San's gushing hole once before gathering the wetness and rubbing it into her folds.
“Such a sweet girl,” Wooyoung cooed, her free hand moving hair from San's forehead, eyes shifting up to meet her girlfriend's flushed face, hand still working between her parted legs. “All this for me, hm?”
Warmth spread across San's chest and neck, but she nodded weakly despite herself, a tiny whimper dropping from her lips at the amused look on Wooyoung's face.
“Yeah?” Wooyoung tilted her head, jewelry clinking with the movement. Dark eyes flashed silver with all her makeup and appeared sharper, almost fox-like, when San's cunt leaked ridiculously against her teasing fingers at the tone.
“Got the messiest little cunt, haven't you?” Wooyoung’s eyes moved back to San's spread legs, lifting her fingers to show just how much of a sticky mess they were. With a hum at the little embarrassed noise San let out, Wooyoung ghosted them back across her sensitive folds. “You want mommy to fill it? She's begging for it, baby.”
To prove her point, Wooyoung plunged her fingertips into San’s slick hole — just lightly, enough that San instantly tried to clamp down on them as soon as she felt them — and then ripped them away to rub at her instead, just to tease.
San looked like she could cry, small little hitches of her breath making her twitch, legs parting further just to try get any actual stimulation on her clit or something inside. She let out a wounded whine, wet eyes meeting Wooyoung's, eyebrows furrowing, a sweet, begging pout pulling at her glossy lips.
“Please, mommy.” San nodded lightly, fingers clenching and unclenching in her bedsheets, hips pushing off of it to press Wooyoung's fingers harder against her.
They were unfortunately ripped away slowly, a pathetic little noise leaving San's lips at the loss of everything.
“Okay stay there, sweet girl,” Wooyoung's voice dropped into something softer for a moment, less like the teasing cat she looked like above San. Gently, her hand brushed down San's parted thigh, San's own wetness spreading across the skin from Wooyoung's fingers. “I'm not going far.”
The confirmation was there, but San still felt her pussy pulse from feeling painfully empty, just dripping onto her floral sheets with nothing to fill it. Wooyoung barely went anywhere, leaning over the bed to grab something from under it, which San found out to be her strap — the black one this time as opposed to San’s personal favourite lilac one, but the black one was bigger, so San’s sweet pussy clenched around nothing at the thought of it.
Wooyoung returned with a dark lipped smile, lipstick still somehow perfectly intact other than the small maroon smudge at the corner, hand finding San's still spread open thighs to circle the skin.
“Made mommy feel so good, sweetheart,” Wooyoung cooed, eyes travelling from San's desperate expression to her glistening cunt, a fresh wave of arousal rushing through her at how pretty and wet it was, like a waiting, rain soaked little flower. She didn't touch her though, fingers fumbling with the strap buckles around her hips, every so often reaching out to brush the skin of San's parted legs. “Gonna make you feel good now, yeah? For being such a good girl.”
Wooyoung watched San's pussy throb at the idea, smile spreading at the tiny nod of her head. “Mhm? Does she want that?” Wooyoung teasingly dragged a thumb through San's wet folds, unable to stop herself at the steady drip of it, fixated on the little involuntary clench of her hole when Wooyoung dipped just low enough.
With a hum, Wooyoung used her wet fingers to lube up the strap San hadn't realised she'd managed to put on, shuffling back to give San space. She tapped San's thigh softly.
“Hands and knees then, baby.”
San obeyed so quickly it was actually adorable, eager in the way she always was whenever Wooyoung wanted something from her — turning onto her front, arms going above her head as she arched like a cat, lifting her own hips without being told to.
“Show me that pretty pussy,” Wooyoung mused, a shaky, awed sigh leaving her when San parted her legs more, dipping so her chest pressed against the bed, pussy entirely on display for Wooyoung.
“There you are.” Wooyoung lewdly tapped the tip of the dildo against San's spread cunt, quiet, wet slaps before sliding it all over, lubing the length up with San’s own arousal. San whimpered against the bed, fingers curling into the pillow above her head, ever so slightly meeting the wet slide of the strap against her folds with her hips.
Grinning, Wooyoung teasingly brought the tip to San's sensitive clit, circling it. “You want it, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked, sadistically, as if San wasn't urging her hips backwards in search of Wooyoung to do anything.
“Yes please, please mommy.”
Wooyoung hummed again, like she was thinking about it, but instead just kept rubbing the head of the fake cock around San's pulsing clit. She pushed with a little force against it and San's eyes rolled back, fingers gripping her floral pillow hard, moaning into her forearm. As much as she wanted to be fucked into the sheets, she was perfectly content with Wooyoung playing with her wet little clit because fuck, it felt good, and San was already nearing an orgasm from Wooyoung's fingers.
Still, Wooyoung took pity on her in the form of sliding the dildo up her pussy and pushing into her hole with very little effort from how wet she was. San let out a long, whiny moan, body stretching out to ease back onto the strap, her hair falling into her face as she dropped it to the bed.
“Mommy…”
“Look how easy that was,” Wooyoung said a little in awe, slowly driving the strap in and out for a few seconds to let San settle with the stretch. Wooyoung still had the skirt on, the hem of it brushing the backs of San's thighs with every gentle rock.
San whined immediately, dropping into a state of pure unsatisfied need, forcing herself back onto the dildo with uncoordinated little thrusts, trying to drive it as deep as she could. Wooyoung huffed in amusement, rings digging into San's waist as she held her there for better grip before slamming into her with a quiet rustle of fabric and metal from the harness.
Falling forward, San barely managed to hold herself together, the tip of the strap hitting deep in one thrust, and then just relentlessly over and over as Wooyoung didn't start gentle.
She just wanted to be good, the rewarding little huff that Wooyoung let out of dark lips when San tried to push back as much as she could to help meet Wooyoung's hard pace going straight to her gut, making her leak pathetically around the black strap. Wooyoung groaned, pulling San back easily with rough hands, watching the way San swallowed the dildo with every thrust.
San arched prettily, only her bra protecting her when her chest pressed to the soft bed, sweet sounds dropping from glossy lips, barely able to keep her eyes open from pleasure.
The loud sounds of her cunt squelching almost overrode San's sweet moans, making her cheeks flush from where she pressed them into the bed. Her hands floundered above her, in search of something to hold, only just skimming the edge of the pillow until Wooyoung folded over her back entirely. One of Wooyoung's hands grabbed both of San's smaller ones, keeping them together by her wrists, holding them into the bed as she drove into her from behind.
“So good for me, princess,” Wooyoung rasped in San’s ear, keeping one sturdy hand on San's small waist, pummeling into San's hole with her strap.
“Love your cock, mommy,” San gasped, turning her head to blink blearily at where Wooyoung was leaning over her, her hips involuntarily pushing back against the fake cock at the dazed, dark look Wooyoung was giving her.
Wooyoung hummed, a fox-like grin spreading across her face and San thought she looked so infuriatingly pretty like that — messy hair, silver jewellery clinking with every thrust, skin soft and warm, the inky black tattoos on her arm holding San's pathetically over her head right in San's face.
San clenched around the strap, a loud, needy whine ripping from her, dark eyebrows furrowing, needing so badly for Wooyoung to feel how desperate she was, how close she was, how good Wooyoung was making her feel. To help, San picked herself up a little, Wooyoung's hand slipping from her own as San spread her legs more and started fully pushing back against the fake cock.
Wooyoung sat back on her knees, hand brushing down San's back before landing back at her hips, not pulling or pushing her, just settling there as San gripped her pillow under her hands and bucked back onto Wooyoung eagerly.
“Shit, baby,” Wooyoung panted, watching San bounce, the strap shining with how much San's pussy leaked around it. “There you go, baby. Fuck yourself on mommy's cock.”
San did as she was told, properly moving her hips, her knees parted either side of Wooyoung's, desperation rolling off her as her head dropped, hair falling into her face. “Mommy…”
“That's a good girl.” Wooyoung let San set the pace, lifting her own skirt a little so San could easily fuck herself back, the dark fabric pooling at Wooyoung's hips.
San moaned loudly at the praise, pussy spasming around the strap, going straight to her foggy brain. She wanted to turn around and see Wooyoung, have Wooyoung praise her to her face, and watch Wooyoung's proud expression as she did exactly what she asked her to do.
But San was weak, and desperate, and at some point her fingers found her clit without being told to and San almost sobbed into the pillow under her.
Thankfully Wooyoung didn't scold her, instead was too transfixed on the way San's body moved, her soft back, her tiny waist, her hair spilling against the floral sheets. And her moans — her sweet, higher pitched little sounds she made against the fabric, half muffled by it and half muttering Wooyoung's name over and over as she fucked herself mindless on her cock.
God, she was so, so special. So desperate to please whilst chasing her own pleasure, still backing onto the strap because Wooyoung told her to, not letting herself cum without asking because Wooyoung set the rules.
San seemed to be losing it though now her fingers were circling her clit, pulling her face from her pillow to whine, “‘M gonna cum— Mommy I'm gonna cum—”
With a smile, Wooyoung’s rings dug into San's waist, almost as a warning. “Hm? I don't know. You did start touching yourself without asking me.”
San shoved her face into the bed with a little cry, hand ripping away from her cunt immediately and Wooyoung's chest squeezed at the obedience. San let Wooyoung help fuck the strap into her with small rocks, now not chasing anything of her own because finishing was a reward that San hadn't asked for yet.
So instead, San lifted her head to glance back with a tiny glossy pout, face entirely flushed and pretty. “Please, Mommy— Mommy, can I cum, please?”
“There you go. Such a polite girl,” Wooyoung cooed, hands smoothing over San's lower back before settling back onto her hips.
“You can cum, baby. Make a mess on mommy's cock.”
At the confirmation, San's entire chest swirled, pink nails gripping the pillow under her so hard she was scared she might tear it. Wooyoung grabbed hold on her hips properly now, driving the strap into her, the sounds of skin slapping and fabric rustling and the wet sounds of San's desperate cunt mixing with the moans Wooyoung practically punched out of San.
“Mommy— mommy, ‘m—” It only took Wooyoung's fingers dipping down to stroke San’s clit a few times, rings bumping against San's warm skin for the girl to tip over the edge.
San squeaked as she came, shoving her face into her hands in the pillow, whole body jolting once or twice as she practically squirted around the strap, cumming so hard she pushed herself off of it. It was so wet, her hole clenching and unclenching like she wanted to keep Wooyoung inside still, but the strap fell from her cunt with a quiet, slick sound, letting San cum ridiculously all over herself and the bed.
She sobbed into her pillow, weak whimpers of ‘mommy’ and ‘thank you’ muffled, her legs shaking a little as her arousal leaked out of her nonstop, glistening pussy still completely on display for Wooyoung.
“Fuck, there you go, princess,” Wooyoung breathed out, watching with a soft hand against San's back as slick dripped from San's cunt, down her thighs, dripping onto her floral sheets. “Making such a mess.”
She shuffled forward after San had stopped shaking as much, teasingly slapping the strap against San's sensitive cunt, making it somehow wetter than it already was. San keened, hands balling into fists in her pillow, trying to jolt away from the feeling from sensitivity, but not going too far as to not upset Wooyoung if she wanted to go again.
“Mm— Mommy— Youngie—”
“I know, good girl.” Wooyoung slid the strap between San's soaked folds for her own enjoyment before fully backing off. San whimpered at the loss, already trying to spread her legs as an invitation in hopes Wooyoung would come back, head turning to look behind her only to see Wooyoung attempting to undo the buckles at her waist.
Despite her exhaustion and sensitivity, San scrambled over her duvet like she'd been hit with a wave of energy, ignoring the way her cunt leaked pathetically down her thighs still, crawling over the bed so quickly Wooyoung stopped what she was doing.
“Want you to cum, mommy,” San rambled, chest rising and falling, still catching up to her orgasm. Her hair was plastered to her forehead, cheeks rosy, but her eyes blinked, glassy and desperate as her voice turned whiny, “Wanna make you cum.”
“Baby— Yeah?” Wooyoung’s voice was airy, coming out breathlessly with a light laugh as San stumbled around the bedsheets to help take off the strap with fumbling, eager fingers.
Nodding, San pushed Wooyoung down onto the bed once the strap was somewhere behind them — Wooyoung squeaking a little in surprise when she hit the sheets — clambering on top of her, little vibrations running through her from the aftershocks of her last orgasm but still pulling Wooyoung's legs apart determinedly.
Wooyoung's skirt dropped around her waist as San positioned herself between her legs, kneeling just above Wooyoung's waiting cunt, wasting absolutely no time as her arms circled Wooyoung's leg, keeping it spread as she lowered herself down. San whimpered as their sensitive heats met, giving no warning as her hips rocked immediately at the feeling, cute nails digging into Wooyoung's thigh.
“Oh my god—”
Wooyoung arched her back, head falling against the sheets with a soft, drawn out moan, forcing their cunts to brush together. “Fuck, baby. That's it.” Wooyoung's eyes fluttered shut despite how much she wanted to watch her girlfriend grind on top of her, pleasure spiking through her from holding back her own orgasm.
San gained confidence then, holding Wooyoung's leg a little further out to fully sit, her still vulnerable pussy dripping between them, making the slide easier. San's eyes squeezed shut for a moment, hips jumping in sensitivity as their clits bumped, before her eyebrows cinched, eyelashes fluttering down to watch with determination how their bodies slid together.
It was like making Wooyoung finish was the only thing on San's mind. Even as she winced at her sensitive, throbbing cunt getting too much stimulation too quickly. Even as her eyes gathered with tears slightly. Even as her legs felt way too weak to be holding herself up the way she was.
But there was nothing else in the world San wanted more than to be a good girl and make her girlfriend cum.
Wooyoung met her thrusts from below, lifting her hips to meet San’s, hands curling into the duvet. “That's— fuck, that's good, sweetheart. Keep going.”
Who was San to deny her girlfriend she loved oh so much?
At that, San pushed down particularly hard, knees pressing softly into the bed, rocking their pussies together with the sinful way her hips moved like actual water. San's whimpers were so sweet, strained little noises as she forced past her own sensitivity to grind against Wooyoung's cunt to help her get closer to the edge.
Wooyoung's moaning was going to get San high — the sounds fluttering into the room, mixing with soft panting and San's own tiny whimpers, telling San she was doing exactly what Wooyoung wanted. San watched Wooyoung's face contort in pleasure, dark brows cinching, dyed hair plastered to her forehead, pretty tits bouncing slightly with how hard San rocked her hips, chipped black nails curling into San's white sheets. San couldn't help the little whine she let out, fingers digging into Wooyoung's thigh to grind down enough she could feel how wet they both were.
“San— Sannie— Sannie, fuck—!” Wooyoung's head tipped back at one particularly perfect thrust, pressing into the sheets with screwed shut, slightly teary eyes, arching off the bed hard enough it somehow pressed their cunts together more, if that was even possible.
“Cum for me, mommy,” San panted mindlessly, eyebrows furrowed as she gripped Wooyoung's thigh tight, hips moving so quickly it was a wonder she didn't get cramp. It was so fucking wet, just slippery, soaked noises mixing with their gasps and moans. “Please.”
San wasn't beyond begging Wooyoung to finish — in fact she had before, begged Wooyoung to cum against her mouth, and then made her cum two more times because the praise sent her spiralling — so a little mantra of ‘please’s fell from her lips as she scissored her girlfriend with as much energy as she could physically manage.
Pathetically, her own orgasm was fast approaching again, their pussies meeting and the idea of making Wooyoung cum too much for the needy pit in her stomach, but she ignored it the best she could when Wooyoung's body jolted.
“Sannie—” Wooyoung's whine broke halfway, voice cracking into a sweet moan as her thighs tried to clamp shut when she came — cumming between their pressed together bodies, leaking onto the bed underneath her.
San pulled away for a moment, letting Wooyoung cum, more wanting to watch her girlfriend finish all over her than anything else, knowing she made it happen. “Fuck. Mommy's so pretty. So pretty cumming for me.”
Wooyoung's chipped black nails clawed at the sheets, hips twitching off the bed like she was trying to force San's cunt back on her, and San met her halfway, pushing her back down onto the bed with a tiny, intoxicated smile. San moved again, not fully waiting for Wooyoung to come down or even finish properly, slick splashing between them and wetting their thighs, wrapping her arms back around Wooyoung's leg to grind her pussy down against Wooyoung's overly sensitive one.
Wooyoung flinched, arching a little, eyes flicking open wide behind smudged makeup, a hand going up to push at San's thigh. “Fuck— San, baby, wait—”
“Mommy— mommy ‘m sorry I— You looked so pretty,” San started, words tumbling out, hair falling over her face as she dropped her eyes down to watch their wet cunts meet desperately, “I wanna cum again. Mommy, please, please.”
“San, god— you're such a— such a greedy girl.”
San whined at that, trying to shake her head as if to say no and apologise both at once, but her hips never slowed, transfixed on how easily and noisy it was now Wooyoung had made it so, so wet for them.
“Cunt’s never satisfied, is it?” Wooyoung gasped, barely sounding as punchy as she wanted it to, but San was an eager little thing, not letting Wooyoung catch her breath. San moaned loudly, strawberry nails digging into Wooyoung's tan thigh, hips jumping, making their clits brush perfectly, making San gush between them just to prove Wooyoung's point, leaking so much the dark curls above Wooyoung's cunt were just as wet as everything else.
“Bet you'd let me fuck you into the sheets all over again, wouldn't you? Fill up this greedy cunt with mommy's cock,” Wooyoung continued, still breathless, but watching San above her, rut against her like a needy bunny, was such a sight — especially when San's bra started slipping, pink lace dropping from her shoulder which she didn't even notice from her hazy, pleasure filled mind.
Wooyoung reached up to cup one of her small tits, pulling her bra down enough to roll her thumb over San's nipple, the reaction exactly what Wooyoung was hoping for when San basically shivered and tried to clamp her thighs together.
“Mommy—!” San keened, all high pitched and whiny, ever so slightly turning her body though so Wooyoung could get a better hold of her, silently asking her to do it again.
“Shit, that's it, princess.” Wooyoung was smiling, a maroon curl of her lips, cold rings against San's warm skin as she played with San's tit as if urging her to keep going. “Make yourself cum, c'mon.”
The permission pushed her to the cliff's edge again, hips stuttering so violently that Wooyoung hand to grip San's waist with a soft ‘Jesus Christ’ when San pushed down hard enough it was almost painful. San's head fell back with a loud moan, nails scratching down Wooyoung's leg as she gushed between them, coating Wooyoung's bottom half so much Wooyoung couldn't tell what was hers or San's anymore.
San's hips stopped moving after a few small jolting rocks, only twitching a little as her arousal sprayed out of her. Wooyoung's hand smoothed over San's waist, small coaxing movements when San's head dropped back forward to pant and whimper.
“My sweet girl,” Wooyoung whispered, and then let out a small ‘oof’ when San practically collapsed next to her on the bed, pulling away their sticky bottoms halves to tangle their legs loosely. Wooyoung's skirt had thankfully avoided most of the mess, still hiked up around her waist and she wanted nothing more than to yank it off, but San whined lazily, trying to pull Wooyoung closer.
San shuffled up into Wooyoung's arms immediately, eyes fluttering closed as she mumbled incoherently, nuzzling into Wooyoung's bare chest without a care in the world for the state of their bare cunts. Wooyoung huffed a laugh, too exhausted to move her, hand going to push her own hair from her face, and then dropped to drag through San's longer hair.
“You’re like a needy cat,” Wooyoung muttered, and San just hummed, pressing her face further into the warmth of Wooyoung's chest.
With a sigh, Wooyoung shuffled back a little, propping herself up on her elbow which San immediately whined at, trying to move back in until Wooyoung brushed hair sticking to San's forehead. “Baby, look at me.”
San obeyed sleepily, big eyes blinking up behind smudged mascara and messy glitter, an automatic little pout on her lips which softened slightly when she took in Wooyoung hovering above her — still so pretty and hers.
“Was I a good girl?” San asked before she could stop herself, fingers curling into Wooyoung's waist.
“The best,” Wooyoung whispered, chest softening at the happy little smile that pulled at San's lips. “You always are.”
Wooyoung brought San's face into her hands then, leaning down to leave warm, lipstick stained kisses all over her blushy cheeks, the tip of her nose which made San whine a little between a fit of giggles. “Wooyo— That lipstick stains—”
“Don't care,” Wooyoung mumbled, pressing an exaggerated kiss to San's cheek before a much softer one against her lips. San melted into it with a soft sigh, her own hands catching Wooyoung's face to keep her there.
It lasted a few seconds, a sweet, warm kiss before Wooyoung pulled away, maybe an inch just to smile down at her girlfriend but apparently San was having none of it.
“No…” San whined sleepily, barely even attempting to bring Wooyoung back with nails against her cheeks as her eyelashes fluttered shut, just aimlessly pouting her lips in hopes Wooyoung would kiss her again. “Come back.”
“I’ll kiss you till you die later if you get up now and clean this needy thing.” Wooyoung slipped a hand down to gently tap San’s wet pussy, a teasing smile on her face as San nearly squealed, trying to close her legs immediately. Then she added, like she knew exactly what would get San moving, “Your favourite sheets need changing too. You dirtied them.”
San grimaced. “That was you,” She tried to argue, but Wooyoung held her soaked fingers up just to prove her point, dragging them along San's bare thigh.
“Okay, fine.” San squirmed away from Wooyoung's wandering hand, pushing herself to sit up when Wooyoung threatened to trap her back on the bed. “Please shower with me,” San added then, running a hand through her hair to blink all doe-eyed at her girlfriend.
With another smile, Wooyoung nodded, clambering off the bed to drag San with her before the girl decided to flop back onto the sheets and not move, tiptoeing to press another kiss to her lips as some sort of motivation.
And San obeyed, because of course she did.