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After an exhausting morning having to process reports and other paperwork, university student council president Kim Bora retreats in an empty lecture room. The back area has a teacher's table with a few textbooks and folders on top. She walks over and tidies up the mess, setting them aside before she pulls out one of the two chairs to sit.
She mindlessly lays her bag by a leg of the table, looking around from her position in the back of the room. She didn't turn the lights on, but the soft afternoon glow leaks from the woven blinds. The whiteboard still has writings on it, and she clicks her tongue in annoyance.
How many times has she reminded students, during morning announcements every 7 AM, to ensure cleanliness in lecture rooms before leaving?
It's a trivial thing to get irritated with, she knows, and with her tiredness, she doesn't bother dwelling on it. Instead, she slumps on the table with a sigh. Bora's head is hidden in the space her crossed arms create; she closes her eyes.
She sits there, just breathing, resting. She feels the kind of exhaustion that doesn't let you fall asleep. She's not sure if she likes it so much.
Bora's ears pick up a noise from outside the room, but she doesn't sit up. If it's a teacher, let her be scolded; she's too low on energy to appease a faculty member right now. And if it's another student, she'll still stay in the room doing nothing, internally hoping they'd get creeped out by her enough to leave.
A click of the lock echoes the room, and she peeks an eye open. Her eyesight is blurry, but she makes out the familiar blue color of a girl's hair.
“Hey. I thought I'd find you here.”
Lee Siyeon walks to her, using the middle aisle like the path divided by Moses, with the chairs on her sides like the parted sea.
She has a jacket hung on her arm, her own bag on her back, and an insulated lunch bag in her left hand.
Bora doesn't say anything, staying seated on the chair and closing her eyes again. She hears Siyeon pull the chair beside her, feels her arm ghost hers when she sits.
“Tired?”
“Mhm.”
As the shorter girl remains still, the other takes the jacket hung from her arm to drape it over Bora's shoulders.
“I went to the stuco office first, but Sooyoung told me you weren't there. Funny thing, I didn't even get to knock because she opened the door on my face,” Siyeon talks softly, her voice low with a bit of rasp, in all the soothing ways.
Bora doesn't listen much, her words entering one ear and directly out the other. But Siyeon doesn't mind; she's fiddling with the lunch bag as she remains talking.
“So, I left, then had the idea of checking the library, but I thought you'd never want to be surrounded by shelves of books and all that academic shit just after dealing with paperworks,” she continues.
(They'd been texting each other during the fifteen-minute self-imposed break Bora had after accomplishing two signatures from three different deans of three departments. Siyeon won't tell her, but she was on her phone then during a slow lecture.)
She unzips the lunch bag, taking out containers of food, all while Bora half-listens with her eyes closed.
“Then I realized you always liked hanging in this specific lecture room, so here I am,” Siyeon says. Her tone takes that familiar light, joking one when she continues. “Do you think I'll get deducted good girlfriend points for not finding you at first try?”
Bora doesn't smile, her facial muscles seemingly affected by her tiredness, but she does feel a little amusement in her chest. Whenever her battery gets drained, Siyeon's always nonjudging and silly and sweet, offering company without hesitation.
“Oh, by the way, my last class got dismissed early, so you don't have to worry about me missing anything,” her husky voice is accompanied by the quiet clutter of utensils.
“Ah—no, wait. It's you I miss.”
That makes Bora peeks from one eye, then she opens two when it dawns on her that there's a little feast laid before her. Kimchi rice, beef bulgogi, and some salad.
“What's all this?”
Siyeon answers her with a kiss on the side of her head. And an arm around her shoulder. And another kiss, this time on her cheek.
“Did you have a hard time this morning?” the blue-haired girl asks softly. Bora feels her lean closer again, followed by three tiny kisses on the corner of her right eye. “Your eyes look more bleary than usual.”
“Just really tired,” came Bora's muttered reply.
Siyeon gives her another kiss, on her cheekbone, contented with her short response. She uses her free hand to unlid the containers before taking a spoon.
She takes her arm off Bora's shoulder when she scoops some kimchi rice, her hand cupping under it so nothing falls from the small serving. Without a word, she puts it by Bora's lips.
“Open, baby,” Siyeon whispers, humming with a smile when Bora does.
She feeds her the spoon of kimchi rice like it's second nature. Siyeon alternates between it and the beef bulgogi while a fork settled on the container of the salad.
“Good? You like it?” the younger girl asks softly. Bora just nods slowly while she chews.
The blonde remains quiet while her girlfriend feeds her. This isn't really frequent for them, since it's usually Bora taking care of Siyeon; telling her to be careful when she gets too energetic with messing around with a friend, or dabbing away her sweat when the younger is on break during basketball practice.
Being Siyeon's girlfriend is sometimes like having to watch an overly excitable puppy, and a quiet clingy kitten, all in the span of two hours.
But when Bora gets like this—her energy drained and her talking limited—Siyeon becomes this caring, gentle, and even more loving girl. Never did she hesitate being the person the older girl relies on in times like this.
Siyeon eventually finishes feeding Bora, getting a few servings of salad herself. She puts away the empty containers into the lunchbag, before reaching to her backpack to get her flask. A simple light blue one covered with various stickers.
“Water time,” the younger girl sing-songs with that smile on her lips that lets a fang peek, pulling the sippy straw for Bora and putting it near her lips.
Several gulps later and Bora's content, pulling away. She watches Siyeon sip some water too, not bothering to wipe the straw.
Bora doesn't say anything, but when Siyeon puts her flask back into her bag, she opens her arms and hugs her, melting against her.
“Aw. My pretty kitty's still tired, isn't she?” the younger girl coos softly, wrapping her own arms around Bora. One hand goes to her jawline, her fingers making light, circular scratching motions.
“Don't call me that,” Bora murmurs against her neck.
Siyeon chuckles, the sound entering the shorter girl’s ears like music. “Hm, but you like it. If you were a real kitty, you'd be purring right now.”
Bora doesn't reply. She just breathes in Siyeon's scent, sighing against her skin. She doesn't even give a damn that the lecture room has a security camera, it's in the front corner anyway; and there's a cabinet separating the chairs from the teacher's table, so they likely wouldn't be seen. Maybe just the tops of their heads, but that's it.
“I love you,” Bora mumbles.
Siyeon grins easily, her cheeks dusted with a subtle blush instantly. “I love you more.”
“Mmh.”
“Yes?”
“I'm stressed. I'm so tired.”
“I know, baby. You can just relax and lean on me,” the blue-haired girl noses her ear, pressing a light kiss on the shell of it. “I won't go anywhere.”
Bora knows that, of course. But it always makes her heart feel lighter when her girlfriend reassures her.
“Relieve it.”
“Hm?”
“Relieve it. My stress.”
Siyeon's brows raise in slight surprise at her request, her implication.
“You mean…? Here?” The younger girl asks, because of course she wants to know if Bora's being serious.
This happens often, actually. Any time, any place.
Bora means it all the time.
“Mmh,” she nods slightly, still having her head against Siyeon's chest. She eventually looks up, the younger girl's face inches away from her.
Siyeon gives her a small smile without a word. Then she leans in, capturing Bora's lips in a gentle kiss. It lasts quicker, but she leaves a few more pecks when she pulls away.
“Sit properly then,” Siyeon tells her. Bora adjusts her position, her back against the backrest of the chair, sliding down an inch lower as she parts her legs.
The blue-haired girl takes one of Bora's legs, placing her thigh atop her own. “Do you want it slow, baby?”
“I don't know, we'll see,” Bora mumbles, her eyes drifting from Siyeon's face to her hand that's slithering under her skirt.
“M’kay.”
Bora sighs when she feels her girlfriend's hand massaging her inner thighs. She rests her head on Siyeon's shoulder, the fragrance of her shirt helping her relax.
Since Bora's looking for stress relief, Siyeon doesn't bother teasing her.
She pulls the center fabric of her panties, the lecture room so quiet with just the two of them that it leaves contact with Bora's cunt with a slick sound. Siyeon gathers up the wetness with her fingers and rubs it against her folds, almost slipping a finger in from how wet Bora already is.
“You always get so wet easily, baby,” Siyeon whispers, pressing a kiss on her head. “All for me, right?”
Bora sighs, nodding wordlessly as she parts her legs wider. “Singnie, put it inside, please?”
She only hears a hum from the younger girl, and it's followed by the quiet sound of her inserting two fingers inside her pussy. Bora's hips buck, her mouth finding Siyeon's pulse point, leaving open-mouthed kisses. She moans against her skin, her teeth nibbling while she feels her get finger-fucked at a slow, steady pace.
“Fuck, how come you're wetter than usual?” Siyeon rasps out, feeling Bora's pussy walls clench around her fingers.
She curls her fingers with every thrust, enjoying the quiet breaths and whimpers leaving the older girl. It's like Bora's cunt is dripping, and Siyeon really; wants to lap her up. She'll ask if she could when she's gotten an orgasm out of her.
“Mmh— unbutton my shirt, please, want you to suck my tits,” Bora whines softly, her back arching from the chair.
Siyeon uses her other hand, reaching behind Bora to unbutton her light pink shirt. It reveals the older girl's perky tits, supported by a white bra.
Thank god Siyeon is ambidextrous, because she manages to pull the cups of her girlfriend’s bra with one hand while she continues to thrust her fingers into her. Not even a beat after, Bora takes her head off her shoulder, so Siyeon can lower her own and lean closer.
Bora's nipples are hard, looking so inviting, that the blue-haired girl instantly takes one into her mouth.
“A-Ah, mmh—” she whimpers softly, loving the way Siyeon's tongue flicks her nipple. Her mouth is parted while she watches her girlfriend suckle, alternating between that and sucking the flesh of her mound.
Bora moans more when Siyeon moves her fingers in a scissoring motion inside her, throwing her head back as she takes everything she can give. Her girlfriend pays each tit equal attention, and it sends a rush to her brain whenever she hears the occasional sounds Siyeon's mouth makes against them.
“Fuck, that's good. Just like that, Singnie,” Bora feels like she's in heaven, not on some teacher's table in the back of a lecture room on campus. The place doesn't matter; Siyeon always makes her feel desired.
The younger girl pulls away, leaving kisses on Bora's jawline now. When she reaches her ear, she whispers quietly. “Yeah? Love it, kitty?”
“S-So much. Keep going and I'll come soon.”
Siyeon fucking giggles when she hears that; something about her being easily giddy when Bora shows how much she likes what she gives her.
“Can I eat you out when we get back to the dorm?” The younger girl whispers, hitting a certain spot inside her that makes Bora grind against her palm.
“M-Mmph— later, just— make me come and I'll let you lick me up right here, promise,” Bora babbles, too focused on chasing her high.
“Right here? Fuck,” that motivates Siyeon further, pathetically so. She adds another finger when she thrusts, leaning to lick a stripe up Bora's cheek.
The older girl whines, her sounds becoming louder while she rocks against Siyeon's fingers. She's nothing but a moaning mess, melting into her touch.
“You're so, so, so pretty, baby,” the blue-haired girl whispers into her ear. Sweet, gentle, caring— a contrast to the more intense thrusts of her fingers.
Siyeon feels the walls of Bora's pussy clench around her, making her let out a moan of her own. Her lips move to her neck, placing kisses and licking her skin. She knows Bora's close to coming, so she adds onto the pleasure she's chasing by biting harder, sucking longer.
Soon enough, Bora's sounds turn into deep pants, shaky as her chest heaves. Siyeon helps her come down, her fingers still buried in her cunt.
When Bora taps her wrist, only then does she pull out. The blonde whimpers at the feeling of emptiness. She stares at her girlfriend who has her fingers coated in Bora's slick.
Siyeon maintains eye contact and puts her hand close to her own mouth, licking up three slick fingers. She hears Bora moan softly, another whimper leaving her throat.
When she has cleaned her fingers up, Siyeon cups Bora's cheek and noses her jawline.
“You always get so whimpery when you're sensitive, huh?” She whispers, licking the shell of her ear when she reaches it. “Love it so much, baby. My pretty little kitty making pretty little noises.”
Bora lets out a choked moan at her words, feeling her cunt, still messy with her juices, getting wet again.
“But aren't you forgetting a promise?”
“S-Singsing, help me up the table,” Bora says instead.
The younger girl raises a brow at her, surprised at the demand. She huffs out an amused chuckle, “what?”
“F-Fuck, come on, help me up, my legs are shaking,” replies Bora. “You wanted to eat me out, didn't you?”
Siyeon's eyes sparkle with excitement; she's asking her to put her on the table? She's gonna let her use her tongue on her, in this empty lecture room?
The farthest thing they've done in places that aren't private ones just involved Siyeon fingering Bora, maybe the blonde would ride her thigh sometimes, but letting her eat her pussy? It almost feels scandalous.
As if they hadn't been shameless in their previous other adventures.
“Shit, Siyeon, if you don't get moving, I'm gonna change my mind—”
Siyeon swoops her off the chair instantly, setting her down to the edge of the teacher's table. She puts the fabric of her skirt up, about to pull Bora's panties off her legs when she gets stopped by her hand on her wrist.
“N-No, I— keep it on. Just, set the flap to the side like you do when you fuck me in public.”
The way Siyeon looked at Bora then made the blonde feel like she was about to be devoured right inside a wolf's den.
And a wolfish smile is what appears on the blue-haired girl's lips afterwards, her pupils blown as she maintains eye contact, slowly leaning towards her inviting cunt, having already grabbed the fabric of her panties to set it aside.
“You got it, princess.”
The next day on campus, Bora gets told by the university student council secretary that there's rumors of a begging, crying ghost haunting Floor 3 Room 13 of the west wing.