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Mingi stumbles through the door with several bags around her arms, her cell phone in her hand, her work phone in her other hand, and her heels dangling precariously from her fingertips. Her drawn up eyebrows and pouty lips tell Yunho everything she needs to know, but just in case she missed it, Mingi sighs loudly. She only makes it so far before she drops everything in the middle of the living room. Wading through the mess, she makes her way to the couch and collapses next to Yunho, letting out a deeper, more sorrowful sigh.
Yunho wants to ask Mingi what’s wrong, of course, but she pockets the question for now so she can comfort her the way she knows best. Approaching her worn out girlfriend, Yunho gently massages her shoulders, trailing up her neck and pulling clips from her hair so it can fall loosely across her shoulders. “What happened?” She asks, brushing through Mingi’s hair. Part of her really wants to kiss that pout off her lips, but she doesn’t want to ruffle her feathers anymore than they already are. “Bad day at work?”
Mingi nods, slumping further down into the couch. “HR reported me for indecent office attire again.” Shaking her head, her glasses slowly slip down her nose. “Those old hags are just jealous that the boss prefers me over them.”
Gently, Yunho pushes the frames back onto Mingi’s face. “Indecent office attire?” She asks.
Of course, at home Mingi wears her clothes looser than she would at the office. Her navy button up is halfway undone, the vertical white lines on it hugging into the contours of her figure. Her pencil skirt is pretty tight around her hips too, but her oversized blazer jacket covers almost, if not the whole silhouette of her body line.
From the clothing, Yunho’s eyes fall to Mingi’s shimmering jewelry. It’s perhaps heavy for an office job, but wearing a bunch of rings and shiny gemstones is hardly a crime. Besides, Yunho likes that Mingi likes jewelry. There’s just something pleasant about hearing Mingi’s clinking bangles a room away. Plus, she can’t help but smile when she sees her name in silver, a past anniversary gift, dangling from Mingi’s slim neck. She has enough chains and charms that it sort of gets lost in the noise, but Yunho doesn’t mind. As long as she knows it’s there.
Scanning down to her legs, there’s really nothing else Yunho can note. Her eyes drift briefly to the abandoned heels. They’re red, burgundy to be technical. They’re definitely a statement piece, ridiculously tall for someone who already towers most, but once again, a nonissue as far as dress code policy.
“God forbid someone try to have some self expression in that office,” Mingi complains, picking at her nails. She looks up to Yunho for a response, gaze somewhat haughty. Mingi has always been stubborn when it comes to dress codes. It’s not that she breaks rules per se, but that she doesn’t think of them as rules. She’s bossy. A difficult personality according to some forgotten paperwork in HR's filing cabinet, but it’s not like they could fire her. Despite her attitude, Mingi is one of the sharpest minds in that building, which unfortunately, everyone knows; including her.
Yunho plants a small kiss on her cheek. “So, what’d they dock you for this time?”
“No bra,” Mingi hums.
“Ah, no bra,” Yunho repeats. Like duh. She moves slowly down Mingi’s sides, teasing the bottom hem of her blouse before untucking it from her skirt. Once it’s pulled up, Yunho roves her hands beneath the fabric and across Mingi’s warm skin, sliding up and up until she feels them. Yeah, definitely no bra. She kneads her boobs, all soft and full, one in each hand until Mingi turns pink. “I mean, I guess that’s a valid complaint. It’s pretty distracting for your coworkers, don’t you think?”
Mingi lets out a slow exhale as Yunho’s thumbs toy at her nipples. “You’re supposed to be on my side,” she whines, pulling her hair aside so Yunho can get a better look.
Right now, Mingi’s hair is the longest it’s ever been, stopping somewhere along her mid back. She’s made a point to grow it out ever since she buzzed it a couple years back. Yunho loved Mingi’s hair then, getting to dye different patterns into her bleached buzz cut, but Yunho also loves Mingi’s hair now. It’s shiny, and black, and it makes Yunho a bit jealous as she feels fingers tug at her own shoulder-length blonde shag.
“Besides, there’s something real classy about nipping through your— ahh fuck,” Mingi stutters when Yunho pulls her to straddle across her thigh.
Yunho perks an eyebrow. “Classy you say?” She trails her lips down the side of Mingi’s neck, working her tongue around sensitive skin until she’s sucking pretty little red bruises beneath her silver chains. Slowly, Mingi undoes each button until her breasts fall from their confinements and Yunho can rove her hands all over her soft torso.
“Well, this is far from classy,” Mingi points out. She tries to pull away from Yunho’s kisses, but the cant of her hips says otherwise. “It’s about subtlety,” she says as Yunho noses at her ear. “Which no one really gets these days. Hey, you’re mean when you tease, you know.”
Yunho laughs. Yeah, she does know. But it’s really hard not to when Mingi’s so reactive, practically purring at her touch. She pushes one of her boobs up towards her so she can suction the pretty bud into her mouth. Mingi has always been super sensitive. In the earlier days of their relationship, Yunho could make her come from kisses and nipple play alone. At times she finds herself missing those days because now Mingi’s been trained. Yunho can’t get away with such little work anymore, and boy does her girlfriend let her know.
Black and shiny nails trace down Yunho’s arms, the stilettoed tips like pin pricks to her skin. Then, curling her hands around fragile wrists, Mingi places Yunho’s hands on her waist.
“Mmmh, right there,” Mingi sighs as she pushes herself closer to Yunho. Her hands almost encircle Mingi’s entire waist. Her veins pop like blue cracks compared to Mingi’s smooth torso.
“So, everyone at the office has seen your nipples?” Yunho licks broad strokes around her dark areola as she pinches the other side of her chest between her fingertips. “Or at least the outline of them?”
“Yep,” Mingi says, popping her lips before letting out something between a satisfied moan and a choked off gasp. “Is that weird?” She grinds harder in Yunho’s lap, the wetness from her cunt starting to stick against Yunho’s bare thigh. She’s already soaked through her panties as thin cotton leaves little to the imagination when Yunho lifts up her skirt. As Mingi moves back and forth, her knee hits firm against Yunho’s pelvis.
“Shit,” she groans, blood rushing to her cock as it starts to chub. “It’s kinda hot, to be honest.”
“Yeah? You think so?” Mingi scratches the back of Yunho’s neck as the latter sucks on her upper chest. Between her lips, Yunho rolls her tongue around, biting until Mingi starts to yelp. “I’m a virtue to that office,” she says, smoothing Yunho’s hair back, “I don’t know what those old men would do without their free softcore.”
“I see,” Yunho muses, tonguing at the tender bruise, “You like being their spectacle?”
Mingi hums to herself. “Kind of? Yeah.” She grinds herself against Yunho’s thigh slowly as she reconfirms her answer. “Yeah I really do.” Her hands rub down Yunho’s back under her t-shirt until she’s pulling it off of Yunho entirely. Man, she must’ve gotten herself worked up. Yunho can imagine it. Mingi sitting at her stuffy little desk, rubbing her thighs together as passing eyes peek into her cubicle. The distracted workers watching Mingi during their board meeting. She types away at her laptop, seemingly oblivious to it all, but is loving every second of the attention.
“You like being the office whore?” Yunho asks.
Mingi rubs her face into Yunho’s chest, panting lightly as the sound of fabric rubbing against each other amplifies. “Definitely,” she nods before runching her skirt high up on her torso. “But I’ll always be yours, first and foremost.”
Yunho lets out a chuckle, gripping onto her plush thighs, “Good. I was starting to get a bit jealous there, Princess.” Her nails, more grown out than usual, leave red lines across Mingi’s warm skin. “I can’t stand the thought of you being someone’s work wife.”
Mingi shakes her head, “I could never.”
“That’s what I thought,” Yunho says, rubbing her fingers along the front of Mingi’s panties. She lets out a small sigh, grabbing onto Yunho’s arm with a trembling gasp.
It’s always a surprise as to what underwear Mingi’s wearing. Yunho buys her expensive lingerie, which she wears often, but Mingi also owns an array of panties with all sorts of stupid patterns and characters. Today it’s, “Ducks?” Yunho asks, running a thumb at the front of the material.
Mingi arches into her touch with a toothy smile. “Chickens. Cute, right?” She pulls them up a bit as the fabric pinches tight against her skin before letting the waistband smack firm against her hips. There’s a little lace on the band and a bow on the front that Yunho runs her fingertips along as Mingi shivers.
“Adorable.”
“Kiss?” Mingi asks, already leaning her chest against Yunho’s and licking at her bottom lip. Now, if Mingi’s considered a sloppy dresser, she’s most certainly a sloppier kisser. Drool and spit coat her soft lips, leaving them to shine like glaze on a donut and tasting just as sweet. Cherry tinted lip balm smears all across Yunho’s lips and chin as Mingi moans into her mouth. She lets Yunho continue to rub her through her soaked panties as she claws at her sports bra. Shivering as they separate, Yunho moves down to Mingi’s chest, laying a gentle kiss to each breast. “Ah, ah—” Mingi pants.
Yunho trails her tongue around Mingi’s areola before sucking on it fully. Her mouth stays locked on that pert nipple, rolling it around until Mingi starts to keel. Eyes closed and back arched, she pushes her chest into Yunho’s face, playing with her other nipple that’s lacking attention. Damn, she’s fussy, Yunho thinks. But she wouldn’t want it any other way.
She loves when Mingi gets like this, all worked up and impatient. Whimpering like a little puppy, but looking more like a bunny with the way her cute little front teeth press into her bottom lip. Really, Mingi is just adorable and gorgeous and Yunho wants to mark every inch of her so that her office could know exactly who she belongs to. It’s not like Yunho is a jealous lover. No, she just simply wants to remind Mingi that even when there are other eyes on her (and there always will be) Yunho’s are the only ones that matter. Besides, even if Yunho were to admit she’s possessive, she’d gladly argue that it’s mutual.
“You’ll fuck me, right?” Mingi asks with her eyes still closed.
Yunho runs her tongue along her jaw before whispering in her ear, “Anything you want, Princess. Take these off for me?” She asks, thumbs pulling at the waistband of her panties.
Mingi nods, pulling away with a slow turn, her ass now on full display. As she positions herself for Yunho, those poor chickens thread between her ass cheeks, fabric squeezing at her hips so tightly that rolls of skin form. It’s not like she’s even wearing a thong, but with an ass like Mingi’s all styles of panties are practically thongs. “This good?” She asks, hands shaking as her fingers loop into the waistband.
God fuck it is. If Yunho wasn’t bricked before, she definitely is now, taking deep breaths to ease the blood rushing to her head, and her dick. Mingi’s sleek waist tapers out into wide hips, balanced by the defined structure of her upper back. Beneath wide shoulders, long black hair flows down her spine. Like an arrow pointing down to her ass and the outline of her soaked pussy. It’s a crime, really, how the cotton of her panties molds around the wet curvature of her cunt, still red and puffy from her abusive grinding.
“Gorgeous,” Yunho utters. As Mingi pulls down her underwear, the material peels off her wet cunt, clinging into every crevice. “Holy shit, Min.”
Yunho pulls Mingi closer, kneading her fingers into those plush thighs like dough. She blows lightly against her, smiling a bit as Mingi looks over her shoulder with a little pout. She’s wanting more. Yunho can tell. She can hear it too, when Mingi whines and clenches around nothing. On the inside of each upper thigh, Yunho plants a kiss, lips bordering on either side of Mingi’s outer labia.
“C’mon, Yunho,” Mingi exhales, breath all but halted as Yunho swipes a finger through her slit. Then carefully, as she keels, Yunho holds Mingi closer and pushes further inside with ease. Gliding in and out, she pulls out completely to admire the crystalline webbings of slick that connect her to Mingi’s pussy. Yunho licks her finger as she watches behind her shoulder with wide eyes.
Delicious.
She bends down to lick a long stripe up the center, testing just how far she can push inside. Mingi cries out, shrill and lovely. She repositions her forearms, leaning forward to point her ass in the air, which Yunho takes as an invitation. She eats Mingi out, slurping and taking in the pure wetness of her pussy. She’s sensitive. She’s shaking, and reactive, and crying for more. Pulling Mingi closer, Yunho presses her lips to Mingi’s clit, sucking long and hard. She latches on as Mingi starts to squeal, her thighs threatening to clamp.
“Oh fuck, Yuyu.”
“You’re so soft,” Yunho whispers in awe as she parts from her cunt. With one hand she pushes Mingi’s legs apart before diving back in. The sticky lip gloss from their earlier kisses now cling to Mingi’s pussy and the flavor is oh so enticing. She eats like a woman starved. Even when her jaw starts to lock and juices run down her neck, Yunho licks up every drop of slick that beads down Mingi’s folds.
With each moan that falls from Mingi’s lips, Yunho’s imagination runs wild. The image of puffy lips sobbing as tears cling to Mingi’s pretty lashes. Sometimes she gets so into the pleasure that she starts to choke on her own breath, and that only encourages Yunho more.
“More, more,” Mingi sobs until she’s shaking.
Insatiable, Yunho thinks as she sits back. Mingi pulls her legs apart before spreading her cunt with both fingers. Her clit twitches above her winking hole. “Need you right here,” she says as she crooks two fingers into herself. “Right here,” she whines, placing a flat palm against her lower tummy.
Yunho can’t help but smile at that. “Playing with your princess parts, huh? It’s not good enough is it?” and Mingi shakes her head. With a gasp she works in a third finger, and all Yunho can think is that this girl must be a gift from Venus herself.
Mingi moans. “Not deep enough.”
Yunho starts stroking herself, pulling her strained cock from the restraint of her shorts. “Not thick enough?” She asks. Mingi guides a finger slowly down her hips, tracing lightly along Yunho’s head.
“No,” Mingi looks down with a pout. With her other hand she slides Yunho’s cock up her stomach, the tip pushing near her bellybutton and slicking her skin all shiny with precum. “But you are. Maybe even too much,” she says, biting at her bottom lip.
“What do you mean, Princess?” Yunho pulls back until she’s off of Mingi’s torso and positions her tip right along Mingi’s cunt. “I always make sure it fits.” She pushes in only slightly before pulling out to rub herself all across Mingi’s wet folds. Mingi groans at the miniscule intrusion, rolling her hips to try to get Yunho to slide back in, but just ends up grinding harder on Yunho’s tip. It’s sliding against her clit, all slick and swollen.
Yunho loses her mind at the idea of slipping in and even the wet sounds of her rubbing all across Mingi’s entrance are already making her heart pound.
“Your tits,” Mingi whines, “Lemme touch them.” She makes grabby hands as Yunho continues working herself up and down Mingi’s cunt. Mingi pulls at the edge of Yunho’s sports bra and once it’s off, manicured nails then trail around Yunho’s chest, down her sternum before looping below the gentle swell of her breast.
Yunho laughs a bit as Mingi noses at her chest. Her movements are clumsy, body stuttering as Yunho starts to still outside her pussy. “You want me?” Yunho asks.
Mingi sits there, face in Yunho’s chest to hide her blush. But despite the signs of embarrassment in her face, both hands go down to align Yunho at her entrance. “Need you,” she whispers.
Yunho winces as she pushes in. “Fuck. You need me, Princess?”
Mingi nods sloppily. She’s so fucking wet that it takes little effort to bottom out, and once Yunho’s hips hit, Mingi’s nails are clawing for purchase.
“You’re so pretty,” Mingi sighs, toying her thumbs along each of Yunho’s nipples. She can feel her face heating up. Her chest turning all pink and warm along with her ears. “Love you, babe,” Mingi says with a chaste kiss to each. Yunho’s biting her lip to stay quiet.
Mingi squeezes Yunho tight against her so their boobs press up onto each other, necklaces hot as iron against Yunho’s skin. As Yunho fucks Mingi, her hair falls onto her face, but she doesn't let it hinder her from meeting Mingi's gaze, all wide and radiant.
Yunho presses a hand to Mingi’s clit so she can rub her along with the smack of her hips; canting and humping until she’s going light headed from the heat. There’s sweat dripping down her back now. It beads between her boobs and shakes off in droplets with every thrust. Fuck, Mingi is tight.
Yunho starts panting, eyes heavy as she keeps going. She takes a deep breath in her nose with every thrust, in and out, in and out. It’s only a matter of seconds before she’s pulling out and coming all over Mingi’s stomach. But before Mingi can complain about the mess, Yunho seals her mouth against Mingi’s cunt, carving out her pussy like it was made for her.
Mingi pulls Yunho’s head firmer between her legs until her thighs are pressed tightly on either side of her head. She pulls hard on her hair, to the point it borders on painful and Yunho’s head starts to go fuzzy from the pressure, but it’s a lovely reminder to keep going if any. She’s too pussy drunk to care about the possibility of a concussion. She’s too far gone. Too busy loving and living off the taste of Mingi.
When Mingi comes, she shouts, squealing and crying until the waves run their course and she’s left a sweating, panting mess. Yet even in her disarray, Mingi climbs over to coddle her girlfriend. “Yuyu, you’re shaking,” she points out.
Yunho hooks her chin over Mingi’s shoulder, legs shivering between the two until it slowly subsides. She breathes deep. It’s just a thing that happens, she supposes. Like how dogs thump their hind legs when they’re excited. Yunho’s always excited with Mingi.
Smoothing her hands down Mingi’s arms, Yunho sits up. “Maybe this is why HR reported you.” She jokes, but Mingi just looks at her aghast.
“I don’t fuck my coworkers!” she cries, throwing light punches into Yunho’s gut as she laughs.
“I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that if I worked with you, I’d definitely have issues with keeping my hands to myself.” Yunho bounces her hands with Mingi’s as they sit, bangs sticking up wildly and lips red-bitten. Every bit of lip gloss she had on has been licked clean off her face.
“You can’t even keep your hands to yourself now.” Mingi points out, rubbing her thumbs across Yunho’s knuckles.
“And that’s why I don’t work at your office.”
Mingi leans towards her before sighing. “Sometimes I wish you did though. It’s not fun being away from you all day.”
“I know.”
“People aren’t nice to me either.”
Yunho sits crisscrossed as Mingi settles back onto her knees. “Was it really that bad?” she asks, brushing through the tangles of Mingi’s hair. Sometimes she complains about things that are woefully untrue. Well, untrue isn’t quite the right word, but she has a tendency to hyperbolize the slightest of inconveniences. Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes it’s just Mingi’s way of releasing steam. And sometimes, not often, it’s a cry for something more.
Mingi nuzzles herself against Yunho’s neck. “They just don’t get me. None of them do and it sucks. Sorry, I know I’ve been complaining a lot, but I know you get me.”
“I try to,” Yunho offers her a smile, and as Mingi tucks strands of blonde hair behind her ear she smiles back.
“You do.” Mingi rubs a thumb across Yunho’s cheek before bringing her in for a chaste kiss. It’s merely a peck, a tease, but the lingering look Mingi gives her after is enough to melt her heart. Yunho’s hands wander slowly down Mingi’s waist before she pulls her into another kiss. Licking along her plump bottom lip she slowly strokes the roof of her mouth before Mingi lurches back. “Nooo, you taste like me.”
Yunho gives her a wet smack on the cheek. “But you taste good!”
“Gross!” Mingi yells. She rubs her cheek, but to no avail. Yunho just chooses a new place to plant the next kiss. She kisses her forehead, her neck, her shoulder, and down the middle of her sternum too. “I’m reporting you to HR,” Mingi cries, laughing and smiling the way Yunho loves best.