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Seokmin really thought she wouldn't need to address Jeonghan’s new habit. She thought she would get used to it quickly and learn to ignore it. Or that Jeonghan would move on to the next little quirk, as usual. But this has been going on for a couple of weeks now, and Jeonghan doesn’t look like she’s going to stop any time soon.
Seokmin is well aware of how jittery her girlfriend tends to get, knows she needs to be fiddling with something all the time, so she should have predicted this, really.
When they first met, Jeonghan’s thing was chewing on straws. Seokmin had approached her on the couch saying parties also made her anxious and Jeonghan had replied she didn’t have another straw. That made Seokmin giggle.
On their first date, Jeonghan spun her chopsticks around her fingers throughout their entire meal. At first Seokmin thought Jeonghan was just as nervous as she was, but Jeonghan was being quite bold, actually. Holding Seokmin’s hand over the table, running her feet along Seokmin’s shins underneath it, fingering Seokmin in an alley next to the Cheongdam station… Yeah, she wasn’t nervous at all.
By their third date, Jeonghan simply took a plastic knife out of her bag. Seokmin didn’t question it. When? How? Why? It didn’t matter. Jeonghan was breathtaking in her yellow sundress and its thin straps were sliding down her shoulders whenever she laughed. Seokmin wanted to gnaw at her exposed collarbones right there in the middle of Banpo Hangang Park. Instead, she reached out to fix the straps in their place, a cheap excuse to touch Jeonghan and a way to keep the view only to herself. Jeonghan was pleased with the attention and when they were back at her place she let Seokmin eat her out with the dress still on.
Two months into dating, Jeonghan moved on from twiddling with random kitchen utensils to pinching Seokmin’s thighs. That phase didn’t last long because Seokmin would jump or yelp every single time and that would lead to some embarrassing situations. So Jeonghan quickly adapted from pinching to rubbing her hands over the different textures of Seokmin’s clothes. That one was harmless, and Seokmin was very fond of it. It felt like Jeonghan was caressing her all the time. So cute!
Still, Seokmin decided to treat her and got her some fidget toys. They were effective for quite some time before Jeonghan started to forget to carry them with her and eventually got bored of them.
And currently… Well currently, Jeonghan’s new favorite stress toys seem to be Seokmin’s breasts.
It’s driving Seokmin a little insane.
Whenever they are cuddling to watch something, or scrolling through their phones side by side, or getting ready for bed, Jeonghan is guaranteed to slip her hands under Seokmin’s shirt and cup her tits, squeezing them mindlessly.
Jeonghan doesn’t even realize when she’s doing it, keeping her eyes focused on the tv, on her phone, or shut. Seokmin constantly fears Jeonghan being distracted enough to accidentally do it in public spaces, but uhm– she can’t think about that for very long without getting warm all over.
It’s definitely doing wonders for Jeonghan’s attention span during movies, unlike Seokmin’s, which has been completely jeopardized. What can she say, the warm weight pressing over her boobs and the light pinches to her nipples — which, by the way, are getting harder by the second — are extremely distracting. If you asked her about the plot of any of the movies or dramas they’ve watched this past two weeks, Seokmin’s brain would go completely blank.
It doesn’t particularly bother her, though. Oh no, quite the opposite actually. She’s happy to be helpful, glad that her girlfriend is comfortable enough to reach out to her whenever she pleases.
Seokmin only has one tiny issue with this new Jeonghan method: her pussy is soaking and Jeonghan is none the wiser.
She feels a little guilty having to bring it up. She doesn’t want to make Jeonghan self-conscious or embarrassed, and she definitely doesn’t want Jeonghan to stop if it’s helping her channel some of her nervous energy.
It’s not even Jeonghan’s fault, really. Her touch is not suggestive or loaded at all. She’s not the most sexual person on the planet, if Seokmin is being honest. She’s actually far far away from that. Seokmin, on the other hand, is climbing the walls most of the time. Somehow they make it work. She loves Jeonghan and despite what the voices in her head sometimes say, she’s pretty sure Jeonghan loves her too. And sex isn’t the most important aspect of a relationship to Seokmin.
Even so, she should write a passionate letter to whoever invented vibrators. Or to whatever god gave her long and knobby fingers…
Anyway, the point is that she’s probably the one at fault here, not her poor innocent girlfriend. But she has reached her limit.
They are spooning on the couch, watching the latest episode of a drama she was really invested in from the beginning — before Jeonghan ruined it for her with her grabby hands — when Jeonghan gives her nipples a particularly strong pinch. A moan escapes Seokmin’s mouth and she decides to speak up.
“Unnie, what are you doing,” Seokmin whines.
“I’m not quite sure,” Jeonghan hums and looks down at her hands. Her face is telling this is the first time she actually noticed where they were positioned. “But it’s really helping me concentrate.”
“Oh, I know baby, I noticed.” Seokmin turns her head to smile at her. It’s so cute that Jeonghan always makes an effort for her. She’s not a big fan of movies or tv shows like Seokmin is. Still, she is always keeping Seokmin company. “But it’s also making me a little…” Seokmin waggles her eyebrows.
Jeonghan snorts at that, but it’s quick. The corners of her mouth turn up in an impish smile, followed by a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Making you a little what?” The false innocence Jeonghan’s tone carries makes Seokmin roll her eyes.
“Unnie, you know!” Seokmin says through a pout.
“Really?” Jeonghan quirks an eyebrow, surprise and amusement mixed in her expression.
Seokmin captures her bottom lip between her teeth before nodding. “I kept it to myself this entire time, but I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going to explode.” Seokmin feels her entire skin burning with need. She’s been enduring it all week by herself, so now she needs Jeonghan to take some accountability.
She takes advantage of the fact she’s only wearing a large shirt and panties and purposely arches her back, grinding her ass against Jeonghan’s crotch to provoke a reaction.
In response, Jeonghan squeezes her tits with intent this time and Seokmin’s breath catches in her throat. “Aigoo, Seokminnie is so sensitive.”
Seokmin hums, almost purring at this point, and grinds against Jeonghan again. “What’s unnie gonna do about it?”
“Unnie has some ideas,” Jeonghan says as she drags one of her hands up Seokmin’s throat until it reaches her lips. “Open.”
Seokmin’s mouth is watering when she opens it for Jeonghan. She sticks her tongue out, because she’s a really good girl, and that earns her a pleased sigh from Jeonghan. She runs her fingers up Seokmin’s tongue before shoving them in completely. Seokmin rolls her tongue around them eagerly, like she’s never tasted a better treat. Jeonghan teases her pushing them deeper, down her throat and Seokmin gags, drooling all over her chin. She can feel Jeonghan chuckling against the nape of her neck, so she bites her fingers in retaliation. Jeonghan gasps and Seokmin grins, very pleased with herself.
She takes Jeonghan’s hand and guides it inside her panties, directly against her clit. She can’t afford to lose more time. She’s already had two weeks of foreplay and she’s about to combust.
“Oh, someone is impatient,” Jeonghan teases.
“I’ve waited long enough.”
She holds Jeonghan’s hand in place and rolls her hips around it, desperately. Her breathing quickens and she sounds close, so Jeonghan has to intervene. They can do a little better than that.
“Seokminnie, I’ve got you. Let unnie do it for you.”
“I don’t trust you, you’re going to tease me,” Seokmin whines. “I just need to come real quick, so we can find out if Dong-ju is going to kill that guy.” That makes Jeonghan laugh, but Seokmin is dead serious. They would have to restart the episode anyway, so why rush.
“I won't, I promise.” Jeonghan places a gentle kiss on the crown of her hair, and takes her hand off of Seokmin’s clit. Seokmin gives a little whimper of protest, but lets Jeonghan have her way. Horniness makes her so cute and pliant, Jeonghan has to lean in and bite her shoulder. It can’t be helped. Seokmin gasps and digs her nails into Jeonghan’s thigh.
“Unnie, please. I’m dying here,” Seokmin cries. Jeonghan lets go of her shoulder and licks a stripe across the nape of her neck making Seokmin shiver. She takes Seokmin’s panties to the side and slides three fingers inside of her easily. Seokmin wasn’t lying, she’s really soaking. Jeonghan decides to state that fact.
“You’re so wet,” she whispers against Seokmin’s ear. “I had no idea I was doing all that.”
She moves her fingers in and out at a steady, slow pace. Her grin grows wider the louder Seokmin gets. “I guess you really like me.”
Seokmin rolls her eyes again, but her voice has no bite when she replies no shit.
Jeonghan chuckles and returns her attention to the origin of the problem: Seokmin’s lovely (massive)
She slips her other hand back inside Seokmin’s panties and runs her fingers gently around Seokmin’s pussy. She drags them up her folds, presses lightly against her clit, and trails back down to her hole. She loves feeling Seokmin’s pussy pulsing against the pads of her fingers, swelling up the more she plays with it. It’s addictive, the feeling along with Seokmin’s beautiful, knee-jerk reactions.
“Unnie, you promised you wouldn’t tease!”
“I’m not teasing~”
She most definitely is.
She places a wet kiss under Seokmin’s ear to placate her, but she’s having none of it. “I knew you couldn’t be trusted,” Seokmin huffs, reaching for her clit and rubbing it like a possessed woman.
Jeonghan follows, fingering her faster.
Seokmin’s obscene noises fill the living room and Jeonghan feels all her muscles contracting and relaxing at once. Seokmin groans as her pussy spasms and leaks all over Jeonghan’s fingers.
She releases the longest sigh before collapsing on the couch. Her back is still facing Jeonghan and she pities not having seen Seokmin’s expression when she came.
“Kiss, please~” Jeonghan sing-songs.
Seokmin finally turns to face her with a pout.
“I’m not sure you deserve it,” she humphs.
Jeonghan snorts and steals a kiss, anyway. Seokmin melts into it without any resistance.
They start leisurely. It's not like they have somewhere else to be other than tangled up with each other. But hunger slowly overtakes Seokmin and soon enough she’s dragging her tongue across Jeonghan’s lips. Jeonghan gladly parts them to welcome her.
Jeonghan often thinks Seokmin is insatiable and Seokmin keeps proving it true over and over again. She looks ready for rounds two, three and four while Jeonghan’s wrists are already crying for help from a little fingering.
On bad days Jeonghan wonders if she’s enough. If Seokmin would ever leave for someone who matches her energy. She once offered an open relationship so Seokmin could be free to explore, hoping to be the one she always returns to. Seokmin had cried, thinking Jeonghan was interested in someone else. Talk about reassurance.
The voices sound more and more distant as she looks at Seokmin like this and sees devotion behind her eyes. She runs her mouth over Jeonghan’s body like it’s sacred ground. Jeonghan is not sure how she ended up on this pedestal, but she’s grown quite fond of the position. She will do her best to live up to it.
Seokmin starts lifting her shirt and Jeonghan bats her hand.
“Seokminnie, let’s keep our clothes on. Unnie is cold.”
Seokmin laughs, but obliges, sucking Jeonghan’s tit over her shirt. She gathers saliva over the tip of her tongue before lapping at Jeonghan’s nipples. The wet spots become see-through, and the visible pink makes Seokmin even more eager, even though there’s not much left to fit in her mouth. Jeonghan arches into it, barely holding a moan.
She trails deep kisses down Jeonghan’s tummy until the position becomes too awkward and she has to leave the couch. She kneels beside it and Jeonghan turns to her so Seokmin’s face is between her legs.
Seokmin looks like a starved dog given a steak. Jeonghan shudders.
She slides her nose against Jeonghan’s cunt over the fabric of her cloud patterned pajama pants, breathing her in, delirious with her scent. Jeonghan clutches at her hair and brings her closer, making Seokmin moan.
She sucks at Jeonghan’s clit, gives it open mouthed kisses and Jeonghan grinds against her mouth as if her life depends on it.
Seokmin licks her folds the best she can with the obstruction of the fabric. Jeonghan feels so good. The layers, the textures, the warmth of Seokmin’s mouth. It’s too much. It's barely enough.
“Keep going, baby,” she says between moans. “I’m close.”
Seokmin complies, swirling her tongue around her clit and nipping at it. Jeonghan’s orgasm hits her like a trainwreck but Seokmin keeps going like the insatiable monster she is. Jeonghan has to push her head away to stop her.
She laughs and climbs back to the couch, laying on top of Jeonghan. Jeonghan kisses the top of her head and runs her fingers through her hair. Their breathings settle, and they can hear the background noise from the tv again. Gunshots… not the most romantic, but Jeonghan feels particularly emotive.
“I love you,” she whispers.
“You can’t say that right after I made you come,” Seokmin chuckles.
“Fine, I take it back.” Jeonghan smirks, looking down at her.
“No, no, no.” Seokmin shakes her head. “Say it again.”
She tickles Jeonghan until she can’t take it anymore.
“Okay, okay! I love you,” she says between giggles. “Now, stop. Stop!”
Seokmin laughs against her lips before giving them a peck.
“Love you too.” She settles quietly over Jeonghan’s chest.
“I’ll find something else to squeeze during movies.”
“I don’t mind, unnie.” She looks up at Jeonghan with a wide grin that makes her eyes crinkle. “I like that you’re comfortable with me. And I like your touch, too. You'll just have to take care of me once in a while.” Seokmin winks at her.
“I guess that’s manageable.” Jeonghan smiles back at her.
“Nap before dinner?”
“You know me so well~”