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Minhee’s just pushed open the front door of their home to see Jisu already bounding down the steps. She’s in little lounge shorts, an oversized t-shirt that used to belong to Minhee a couple years ago, and her fancy producer headphones are still hanging from around her neck. She was probably in the middle of working on a track for either herself or a client, but had dashed out of her home studio the second she saw that Minhee had come home.
“Unnie, you’re back! Let me see em’!” Jisu calls out excitedly. By the time she makes it to where Minhee is setting aside her shoes and hanging up her purse she’s out of breath from running across the hall and down the stairs. Still, she helps Minhee by bringing over her slippers and afterwards holds her hand out patiently.
“You didn’t have to tire yourself out by running all the way over here, baby. I’m not going anywhere for the rest of the day, you know?” Minhee teases, but she still places both of her hands in the one that Jisu has offered out to her. Her girlfriend runs her thumb over her freshly manicured nails, and smiles softly at them before looking up at Minhee with a twinkle in her eye.
“They look so pretty on you, unnie. Did you get them a little longer this time?”
“Well because someone was offering to pay for them, I couldn’t not splurge. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten them this length.” Minhee smirks. “Since I met you, actually. We both remember what happened that night.”
Jisu furrows her brow, “what happened—oh.” Her jaw drops and her face immediately flushes a bright pink, the color staining her skin up to her ears. “I-I remember now.”
Back at the bar they met at a few years ago, Minhee hadn’t planned to bring someone home that night. She’d only planned to get a drink to ease off the edge of the hellish week at work she just had, before going home and curling up with her cats until the next morning.
That was until Jisu walked into her life, or more like stumbled into it in this case. She’d been trying to get to the empty seat on Minhee’s left but was shoved by some guy that was well past his limit into her side. Jisu was a flustered, stuttering mess as she apologized profusely and offered to buy Minhee her next drink as consolation.
She was so cute then, is even more so now, and Minhee saw her plans rearrange themselves then and there. She wouldn’t be going home after this one drink. She was going to stay, and if the odds were in her favor, she wouldn’t be going home alone tonight.
Minhee brushed the man’s brutish touch off of Jisu’s shoulder, and helped her into the stool with a hand on her elbow and another on the middle of her back, “don’t apologize, sweetheart. I know it’s not your fault. How about you, are you okay? Did that guy hurt you anywhere?”
“N-No, I’m okay.” She chewed on her bottom lip, “I still feel bad for bothering you and interrupting your night.” Round, wet eyes lined with glitter and eyeliner look up at her. “Please let me make it up to you somehow at least.”
Minhee felt her heart lurch in her chest at the sight of Jisu gazing up at her. She wanted to keep her, maybe in her pocket, or a heart shaped locket that would hang against her chest. “You’re so cute, I’m glad you interrupted my night. If you really want to make it up to me, though, how about staying and having a drink with me. Unless you’re already here with someone else?”
There was still a chance that Jisu already did belong to someone else, she was too pretty not to.
Minhee was thoroughly relieved when Jisu told her that she’d shown up to the bar with some friends, and that they wouldn’t mind at all if she had a drink with her for a bit, or the rest of the night even. “Sorry, was that an embarrassing thing to say?” Jisu had nervously asked her. Still chewing on that lower lip, a habit that Minhee was picking up on, one that she knew was going to drive her insane if she didn’t get to alleviate herself of the temptation to kiss her that it instilled within her.
“Not at all.” She had told her gently. “In fact, it makes me happy to know that you want to spend even more time with me.”
Minhee’s smile placated her, and Jisu didn’t leave her side. When Minhee announced that she was planning to head out soon, Jisu had pouted, “But unnie, I don’t want to stop talking with you just yet…”
“No?” Minhee asked, Jisu shook her head. “Would you like to come home with me then? You know, so we can continue ‘talking’ somewhere more private.”
The only talking they did once they walked through the door of Minhee’s old apartment was, “how careful should I be with you?” and “I’ll tell you if it’s too much, but I don’t think I’ll need to. I don’t want you to be gentle with me, Minhee-unnie.”
Thankfully, the claws she had one that night were week old press ons that were already coming loose. Nothing too fancy, so she felt no remorse when she snapped off the nails with her teeth from the fingers she needed. Jisu had stared up at her from where she was spread out across Minhee’s bed with wide, doe in headlight eyes, her breath caught in her throat.
“What’s wrong baby?” Minhee had asked as she parted her naked thighs further apart and made herself comfortable in the space between. “You scared?”
She swallowed the excess spit that pooled in her mouth, Jisu’s voice was breathless when she spoke, “I feel like you’re going to eat me alive.”
“Of course I am, and you’re going to be a good girl and tell me if it’s too much, right?”
“Yes mo—I mean, Minhee-unnie. I will.”
Minhee didn’t let her brief slip up go unnoticed, “While I like hearing you say my name, you can call me whatever you want.” Her fingertips traced aimlessly up and down her thighs, both as a comforting gesture as well as to draw shivers out of her body. “I won’t mind if you call me your mommy, I’ve even had a girl call me daddy once too. Whatever gets you off the most is okay with me. You don’t have to be shy.”
It took two orgasms out of Jisu for her to stop being shy, and another two after that for her to tap out, but not before she squirted and made a mess all over Minhee’s bed. Her body trembled as she struggled to catch her breath. An arm placed over her bare chest to keep her heart from bursting straight through it. “I-I’ve never—that’s never happened before—I-I didn’t think it was actually possible…”
“If you keep seeing me, I’ll make sure you get used to it, doll.” Minhee licked her hand clean, and Jisu covered her face and whined about how embarrassed she was.
Jisu did keep seeing her, but she sure as hell didn’t get used to being fucked until she was incoherent and a soaking mess in between her legs on the regular.
Now, after a good few years together, they both get to come home to each other, and Minhee decides to get her nails done longer, in acrylic this time.
Jisu is still holding her hands. “You won’t be able to take these off like the other ones, though…?” Her nose is scrunched up the way it always does when she’s thinking too hard. It’s so endearing, Minhee pulls her hands out of Jisu’s grasp to pinch her cheek.
“Don’t look so worried, baby. I already have it all figured out. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Of course I do, unnie.” She says despite not knowing exactly what Minhee has in mind for her.
Jisu finds out that night exactly what she means.
Minhee pushes her onto her back on their bed, Jisu’s legs parting for her instantly. Her thighs come up as her knees bend so that she can plant her feet on the bed. They’re both completely nude, all of their clothes strewn haphazardly on their bedroom floor.
There’s lube and a wand vibrator on the bed next to where Minhee is kneeling on the bed fastening the harness of her strap around her hips. “What’s the hold up, huh? Didn’t I just ask you to do something for me?”
“But daddy—”
“No, baby. What did I ask you to do? Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Jisu sniffles, “To prep myself…”
“So why aren’t you doing it? Weren’t you begging me to fuck you earlier? Or do you want me to stop?”
“No!” Jisu really looks like she’s about to cry. Minhee lowkey hopes she does, but even if she doesn’t right now, she’s sure that she’ll have her crying on her strap later. Jisu kicks her foot out and pouts, whining as she looks up at Minhee with wet eyes. “You’re so mean daddy, why do you hate me?”
“Hate you? I think I’ve been more than nice to you so far, but I get it.” She leans in closer, and Jisu draws herself further up the bed until her back hits the headboard. Her prey like gaze would be convincing if it weren’t for the slight lift of her lips upon realizing she had no where else to run. Minhee had managed to catch it before Jisu did and forced her lips into a more neutral line by biting the inside of her cheek. “I see what the issue is now. I’ve spoiled you too much.”
Never. Deep down Minhee doesn’t think that could ever be possible, but alas, for the sake of their foreplay she could pretend for a moment that Jisu had exhausted her privileges. “Maybe I should show you what it would be like if I hated you. That’s why you’re acting up now, right?” She starts running the tips of her long acrylics up and down the inside of her thigh. Minhee digs them into her skin, not too hard yet, but enough that it leaves behind faint, pink lines on her plush thighs that fade away in a few seconds.
Later, if Jisu wanted, and asked nicely enough for it, Minhee would leave her some more permanent marks.
As of right now, however, Jisu was still being too much of a brat to be able to do so. Which was fine, Minhee knew well enough how to handle her when she was like this. “Is that what you want? For daddy to be mean?”
“No…” Minhee doesn’t think that Jisu could be any less convincing than she is right now.
“No?” Minhee’s tone has a condescending edge to it as she repeats Jisu’s words back to her. “At least try not to leak all over our bedsheets if you’re going to lie. My princess is complaining because she has to do a little bit of work for once, but you’re soaked,” she gives a pointed look at the slick mess in between her legs. It has Jisu trying to draw her knees in, but Minhee clenches her hands around her thighs to keep them in place, spread open for her. “It would hardly be any work at all, I don’t know why you’re putting up such a fuss.”
“But daddy, that’s why we don’t have to worry about the prep,” Jisu pouts, “you can just put it in and fuck me now. Look,” she grabs her knee, pushes it out further and Minhee sees it, sees how easy it truly would be to rip her hand away and slide her strap inside of her in one go. She’s done it so many times before. Folded Jisu’s thighs against her torso until her knees were up by her collarbones embellished with bruises and bite marks, and watched as her eyes rolled back into that pretty, empty head of hers.
Jisu knows just how to tempt her, but Minhee won’t fall for it. Not this time.
“Well I don’t want to fuck you right now, I want to watch you finger yourself, slut.” Minhee can feel the slight twitch that her thigh gives from beneath the tips of her fingers, and it causes her to smirk. “And trust me, I’m aware of how easy you put out. Now hurry up, I’ve been waiting long enough while listening to you trying to argue with me.”
Jisu whispers under her breath about how her daddy is so mean, so bossy, she’s the worst, but her jabs fall flat when as she’s saying all of that, she’s running her right hand down her stomach to where she’s throbbing with need. Minhee watches her slip her ring finger inside, and immediately follow it with her middle finger.
“Did I tell you that you could put another one in already?” She asks.
Jisu groans, loud and exasperated, “Are you fucking kidding me? You literally said—!”
A loud smack from Minhee’s palm slapping Jisu’s thigh, and her then yelping in shock cuts her protest short. “Let’s try that again, baby. Did I tell you that you could put another one in?”
“…No, daddy.” Crocodile tears wetting her eyes. “You didn’t.”
“Then you know what to do. I’ll tell you when and if you can add another finger.”
They start over, Jisu sticks to fingering herself with one finger, and Minhee sits back and watches the scene in front of her unfold. She notes how Jisu struggles to hold direct eye contact with her, lasting only a few seconds before her eyes are darting off to the side and her cheeks redden further. “What’s wrong, Jisu-ya? Why do you keep looking away from me?”
“Cuz’…it’s embarrassing. You’re staring.”
“Of course I am, I told you that I wanted to watch you finger yourself.” Minhee leans in and kisses the pink spot on her thigh where she had slapped her earlier. “You’re so pretty for me, and I bet you need more, huh?”
Jisu nods, but she’s still averting Minhee’s gaze. “No, that’s not how you ask for things. Look at me, Jisu-ya,” she nips at a sensitive spot on her inner thigh, “be a good girl and ask for what you want properly.”
She looks like she’s about to bite back with another protest, but Jisu sinks her teeth into her lower lip instead. Minhee can see it in the twitch of her jaw just how badly she wants to complain. To continue to push and test her patience. However, Jisu knows that she needs to be good, so she keeps her mouth shut as she slowly turns her head back to face Minhee again. Arousal and embarrassment colors her face a pretty pink. Rosy like the spot on her thigh that Minhee slapped, and the light scratches that go down the length of it.
“There’s my princess.” Jisu shivers at the velvety tone in which her favored pet name is delivered. She releases her lower lip from where it was clamped between her teeth around a soft sigh.
“Daddy…” Jisu whispers.
“Yes, baby?”
“Can I add another, please?”
Minhee intentionally makes her wait for her response for a moment, albeit brief but definitely not brief enough for Jisu in her current state. Her intakes of breath come in faster, and Minhee bets she’s squeezing around her finger as she anxiously waits for permission.
“Go ahead,” Minhee finally acquiesces. She doesn’t miss the breath of relief that Jisu takes upon hearing those two words. “Just make sure you keep those pretty eyes on me, doll.”
And Jisu does this time, even if the flush on her face darkens and her body twitches and squirms under Minhee’s heated gaze. She knows well enough why Minhee asks this of her. Knows that it’s not just because she wants to be careful with her fresh manicure.
Jisu had asked her just once in the past, when their relationship was still in it’s early stages. I just wish I could see what you see, unnie. Maybe then I would understand the appeal.
Minhee made sure to make herself very clear, so Jisu would never have to question ever again why she took so much pleasure in simply watching her. She showed Jisu why there was a full body mirror propped up against the wall right across from her bed in her old apartment.
Sat in between her legs, Minhee had a hand cupping her jaw to keep her facing their reflection in the mirror. Her other arm was hooked under her knee to maintain her legs open, preventing her from obstructing the view that is Minhee pressing a suction vibrator to Jisu’s clit.
“Come on princess,” she crooned into right into her ear, staring right at Jisu’s tearful expression in the mirror. Minhee had already edged her three times, and she had no problem doing it again. Jisu’s tears started to transfer from her blotchy cheeks to the fingers that Minhee was pressing into her soft face. They were getting to the good part, and Minhee knows that once the tears start flowing, Jisu wasn’t going to be fighting back much longer. “I already told you what you need to say for me if you want to come.” She kissed her on the shell of her ear that’s warm to the touch, “I’m the prettiest girl in the world, come on baby, I know you can do it for me.”
Held securely in this position, all she can do is twitch her feet and thighs weakly. Minhee’s about to pull the vibrator away for fourth time, when Jisu whimpers, and then mumbles something too quietly for it to be intelligible.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that. You need to speak up or else I won’t understand you, baby.”
“Hng,” Jisu whined through gritted teeth, but she obeyed. Her eyes are half lidded and wet as they hold Minhee’s gaze, “I-I’m the prettiest girl in the world…”
“There we go, that’s a good girl,” Minhee praised her, kissed her from her ear down to her neck, and tucked her chin over her quivering shoulder. “Do you get it now? Can you see why I love watching you so much?”
“Yes, yes, mommy please, I can’t—I need—”
“I know, I know what you need. Go ahead, baby. Show us how pretty you are when you come.”
Jisu does as she’s told. All over the towel that Minhee had the forethought of laying out on the bed before they stripped out of their clothes. Every time Minhee did this, Jisu blushed furiously, not only at the fact that it brought attention to the fact that she, in Minhee’s words, leaked like a damn faucet, but at the implication that by setting the towel down, Minhee would wring orgasms one after another from her until she tapped out. Or blacked out for a few seconds like she did that afternoon.
Minhee took her out to eat after once she was conscious, and then warm and pinked from a nice long shower. She had smiled as Jisu replenished herself by wolfing down twice her weight in hotpot. When then bill was paid for, after Jisu petulantly conceded to Minhee ordering her in a firm but gentle tone to be a good girl and put that wallet away, they rushed back to Minhee’s car.
Her keys fell into her lap when she’s interrupted while putting them into the ignition, because Jisu had reached over the center console and pulled Minhee in by the collar of her jacket. She doesn’t get a chance to ask what’s gotten into her. Jisu beat her to it when she whispered against her lips, “thank you for dinner, daddy,” and then pressed their mouths together.
Minhee let herself be kissed, and returns the gesture just as fervently as Jisu provides. It’s a little too dirty, too hot and heavy for the public lot the car is parked in, and when Jisu’s hands started to wander towards the swell of her chest over her shirt, Minhee knew that she needed to put a stop to this before they got too carried away. Something that she’s very susceptible to when Jisu is involved.
“you can never have enough, can you?” she had whispered back to her then, and gave her one last chaste peck on the lips. “After what I did to you earlier, you still want more? Really?”
“Minhee-unnie, I’ll always want you.” Jisu responded, tone criminally nonchalant. As if she hadn’t just uttered the most devastating thing to her. I’ll always want you, and they hadn’t even been dating for six months yet. Struck right in her solar plexus, Minhee’s defenses had crumbled down just enough for her to, in the least eloquent way possible, blurt out to Jisu that she loves her. “And I love you too, unnie.” Jisu had responded, and then giggled at Minhee’s flustered state. “Does that mean I can sleep over tonight?” Asked as if the answer would be anything but an, “of course, darling.”
Jisu will never not get shy about it, but that doesn’t mean she dislikes when Minhee watches her. She enjoys being pinned down, by her hands, her thighs, the entire line of her body, and her compelling gaze. Loves how it makes her squirm, not from disgust — never — but from the arousal that has her body instinctively arching to Minhee’s own.
She’s looking up at Minhee with hope and lust glittering in her eyes, and her eyebrows start to pinch up as she fucks her fingers back inside of her. The wet squelch and her breathy moan resounding in their bedroom when she’s all the way in. “T-Thank you, oh,” her thighs twitch, and Minhee is already there to keep them from slamming shut. “Thank you, daddy. Feels so good.”
“See how easy it is to get what you want?” Minhee coos. “All you had to do was stop being such a brat.”
“I’m sorry, daddy. I won’t do it again.” Jisu doesn’t promise it, because they both know that while she might be a little sorry about it, she’ll definitely be doing it again, and Minhee will be there to set her straight.
“Of course you won’t. Do you think you can take another?” Jisu eagerly nods, pleads her case desperately, I can, I promise, please, I can be so good for you. Minhee lets her babble on, her voice getting whinier, needier, the longer that she withholds what she wants from her. “You’re being so lovely, go ahead then. What a desperate little thing you are.”
“I can’t help it, I just want to be prepped already. I’m almost there, right?” Jisu pulls her fingers out and presses a third one alongside the other two inside of her. She winces at the sudden stretch, but immediately relaxes into it, the sloppy state her cunt is in definitely easing the process. “Need to feel daddy’s cock filling me up—”
“Take them out.” Minhee cuts. Jisu doesn’t quite register what she’s commanded, because her fingers continue to curl inside of her. “Jisu-ya, I said take them out. Now.”
“W-What? Why? I thought, you said I was being good.” Jisu looks so endearingly confused, and it’s not helping at all with the urgent need to fuck her that she’s instilled within her the second she was begging for her strap. Her cock, Minhee always thinks she’s died and gone to heaven every time Jisu pulls that over her.
“I did say that, you’re not wrong baby. Which is why I need you to take your fingers out. Or do you not want this anymore?” Minhee sits on her heels with her thighs spread open and grabs the base of her strap. “If your fingers are enough then maybe you don’t need it as bad as you said you did.”
Immediately, Jisu starts shaking her head, “No! That’s not—I do need you. I wasn’t lying I swear!” She slowly pulls her fingers out, and the amount of slick covering them is obscene. She hadn’t even come once, and yet her hand was already this soaked. Jisu is too far gone to even be embarrassed by it either, and goes as far as to hold her hand out to Minhee. Showing her, look at how well I listened, look at how ready my body is for you to have it for yourself.
Minhee takes her offering, wraps her fingers around Jisu’s wrist so that she can guide her hand to take hold of her strap. “Don’t worry, I believe you, I can see clearly just how much you need me.” Jisu works her hand back and forth, from the base to the tip, slicking it up with her own mess. “Look at that, princess, you got so wet from me being mean to you that it’s more than enough to get my cock ready to fill you up.”
Jisu doesn’t even try to deny any of it this time. The proof is right there on her hands, on Minhee’s strap, dripping onto the towel underneath her ass on the bed. It’s in the way that when Minhee pulls her hand away, Jisu immediately bends to her will, and lets herself get shoved back onto the pillows up against the headboard. The way that her thighs wrap around Minhee’s waist as she crowds into her space, gripping the headboard with one hand and holding the base of her strap with the other as she rubs the tip over her sopping wet cunt.
It’s just as easy as Jisu had tried to entice her with earlier when she finally sticks the tip in, and slides the rest in one smooth thrust. Jisu had been begging for her to please daddy, put it in me, shove your cock inside me and is cut off the second she’s filled to the base. Her eyelids flutter, her hands scramble to hold onto Minhee’s shoulders, she goes from begging to gasping with tears in her eyes, “too much, daddy it’s too much, too big—I can’t.”
“Aww, it’s too much for you?” A switch is flipped. There isn’t a single ounce of sympathy in Minhee’s voice. Her tone is dripping with condescension, the kind that makes Jisu shiver in anticipation for more of her delicious cruelty. “And here you were whoring yourself out earlier, going on and on about how you didn’t need any prep because your cunt was already that wet for me to shove my cock inside. Now you want to sit here and cry about how it’s too much? How about you don’t dish out what you can’t take Jisu-ya, you’re so pathetic sweetheart.”
“I’m not.” Jisu sniffles. “I’m not pathetic, you’re stupid dick is just too big. It hurts, daddy.”
“If it’s too much for you, then you know what to say.” As much as Minhee is posing this as a challenge, she is also very much giving Jisu an out if she’s genuinely starting to get overwhelmed. “Say the word, and I’ll stop.”
As it is, though, Jisu doesn’t tap out. She continues to whine, yes, and tears still brim her eyes, but she doesn’t say the one thing that’ll put an end to this. Her lips part for every hitched breath she releases, and not for a single, genuine dissent.
“No.” Jisu finally huffs. “I don’t want to.”
“That’s what I fucking thought.” Minhee pulls out halfway and slams her hips forward again. The smack of the tops of her thighs against Jisu’s ass is loud, but no more than the cry that bursts from her mouth. “Admit it, you like it, you want daddy to make it hurt, don’t you?”Minhee starts to really fuck her, rough, and mean, like the words that she spits in her face that’s poorly concealing a satisfied smirk. “What happened to daddy I’m sorry, I won’t do it again?” She matches the whiny pitch that Jisu had spoken to her in, and the girl beneath her has the audacity to try and cover her flushed face by throwing her arm across her eyes. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? And stop hiding from me,” Minhee grabs Jisu’s arm and wrenches it away from her face, “I want to see you.”
“Of course you do,” even when getting fucked within an inch of her life, she still had the capacity to tease Minhee back. Jisu rolls her eyes, and scoffs, “you’re s-such a perv, daddy.”
“You’re really asking for it now—”
“Oh no, I’m so scared. As if you’ll do shit—”
Minhee slaps her across her left cheek, effectively shutting her up for a brief moment, before Jisu moans, unabashedly and breathy. “Is this what you wanted, Jisu-ya?”
“Oh—god, yes.” She touches her own face, to feel the warmth left behind there by Minhee's palm, to make it all the more real for herself. “Are you going to stop acting up now?” Minhee asks her, and the devious glint in her glossy eyes gives away her answer before she speaks it aloud.
“Never.”
Minhee strikes her on the other side of her face, makes her the same shade of pink all over. Jisu moans twice as loudly, and Minhee can feel the way her cunt squeezes around her strap when there’s a resistance that wasn’t there before every time she pulled out after every drive forward of her hips.
“Guess that means I’ll have to always be here to put you in your place, sweetheart. Doesn’t it?”
Neither of them, especially not Jisu, judging by the way her eyes widen before they roll back into her skull, expects her to immediately come right after that. It’s sudden, and Minhee is so shocked so nearly stops moving until Jisu is crying and imploring that she continue fucking her through it. She takes hold of her thighs and bends her in half, “you’re so pretty, baby. Don’t worry,” Minhee picks up the pace of the sinuous movement of her hips, “daddy’s here, Jisu-ya. You can relax, let go for me, honey.”
“Oh, daddy, I think—I think I’m going to—again, I’m going to come again.” Jisu digs her blunt fingernails into her shoulders and starts scraping them across the muscles that are there, straining as they hold her trembling body down. Minhee can tell that her eyes are heavy, and she’s struggling to keep them open. Jisu’s gaze is so hazy, unfocused, her pupils blown wide. “You’re so—god,” her lashes flutter at a particularly deep thrust that jolts her entire body, “your cock is so big, daddy. You’re going to break me, fuck.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Want daddy to break your pussy in, ruin you for anyone else? Huh? Is that what you want, Jisu-ya?”
“Pleasepleaseplease—” Jisu’s voice cracks, and her back bows, there’s no way she’s able to give Minhee a warning before she comes again, and squirts all over their thighs. She’s sobbing now as Minhee drives her strap inside of her, choking on her breaths and drooling down her chin, and Minhee loves her. She tells her such as she drags her second orgasm out, kisses her all over her tear streaked cheeks and her sweaty bangs that stick to her forehead. “You’re okay, baby,” a kiss to her brow bone, “you did so well, I love you, Jisu-ya.”
While Jisu’s response is mumbled, Minhee hears it when she tells her that she loves her too. She caresses her body, and continues to kiss her softly until her tears have dried and her body grows limp against the pillows. Minhee can feel Jisu absentmindedly playing with her hair that’s sticking to her back, running her fingers through it and clumsily patting in a way that reminds her of something that makes her giggle.
“What’s so funny, unnie?” Jisu’s voice is rough, but she sounds more like usual self again. “You just nearly killed me via the most intense orgasm of my life, and now you’re laughing at me.”
“Shh, it’s not like that. It’s just, the way you’re patting me, it reminded me of how you were drunk petting the babies the other day when we came home from Hyunjin’s party.”
“Oh so you were making fun of me. I’m not going to give you kisses like I did to them.”
“Baby, come on, don’t be like that. I thought it was so cute, how is that me making fun of you?”
Jisu doesn’t have the mental capacity to come up with a counter argument, so she stays silent, and weakly pushes at Minhee’s shoulder instead. This, however, doesn’t last long, since Minhee has fucked her so hard her joints have been reduced to jelly, and Jisu’s arms eventually flop back onto the bed. Minhee does laugh at her then, but only because she’s so thoroughly endeared by Jisu in her euphoric post-sex glow.
“I don’t think I’ve ever made you squirt so soon, it usually takes you a few times before it finally happens.” Minhee manages to keep her strap from moving too much inside of Jisu as she carefully reaches over for the wand vibrator she had set aside. “I didn’t even get a chance to use this thing.”
“Don’t look so sad, unnie. Give me a few minutes, and I’ll be good to go again.”
“I thought I killed you?”
“I said you nearly did. Get it right.”
True to her words, Jisu is ready to go after a brief, five minute break. Minhee checks in just to make sure she’s actually okay to keep going, to which Jisu says, “Come on, I’m the one that got their brains fucked out, so why are you the one playing dumb right now?”
“Of course, my bad for making sure you’re not once again dishing out more than you can take.” Minhee rolls her eyes, and adjusts their positions so that Jisu’s thighs are spread around her hips. “I forget that you’re an insatiable little pain slut.”
Jisu’s a little more tired out than usual, but even so, Minhee still manages to get two more orgasms out of her before she surrenders. She shows Jisu just how sensitive her thighs can get by running the sharp points of her manicure up and down her thigh, and when she begs her to go harder, Minhee does. She leaves the prettiest pink scratches on her inner thighs, almost the same shade as the flush that goes from her face down to her chest. Her other hand squeezes her soft breasts, and Minhee makes her body twitch when she runs the tip of the nail on her thumb over her perky nipples. Her entire torso gets the same treatment. Lines traced over every inch of her skin, the tattoos that cover it, until Jisu is whimpering, “daddy, I’m close, gonna come—” and she drags Minhee’s hand up to her throat so she can dig into the thin, delicate skin there, lightly choke her until she’s wetting their thighs and the towel underneath their bodies again.
Minhee thinks that their done for the night when Jisu taps out, but she couldn't have been further from the truth. She’s already pulled out, wiped Jisu down, and helped her at least get her underwear back on, when small hands grab either side of her waist and guide her to take Jisu’s place on the bed. Minhee’s goes along with whatever whim Jisu is on, and lies back against the pillows, “what’s gotten into you now?” she asks in a teasing tone. “I thought you were all tired out.”
Jisu fits herself into the space between her legs, and places a hand on each of Minhee’s thighs. She fondles the soft skin and muscle there, back and forth across the length of her long legs, until one stops at her hip, and the other makes it’s way under the crotch of her harness, pushing it out of the way.
“I’m not too tired for this, though,” and Jisu presses a finger inside of Minhee. At the same time as her finger slowly fills her up, Jisu is leaning over, and guiding the head of her strap with her free hand up to her lips. “You’ll let me take care of you too, right daddy?”
No matter how many times Jisu does this for her, Minhee will never not have her breath stolen straight from her lungs as she watches her mouth slowly sink down on her strap, and take every inch of it without batting an eye. One finger curling up into her g spot turns into two, and Jisu alternates between deep throating her strap and laving it with her soft, pink tongue, drooling all over the length of it as she worships it with wet, open mouthed kisses. The shyness from before is apparent in her face and the tips of her ears that burn bright red, but she doesn’t break eye contact with Minhee, even when she gags once and it has her tearing up again.
Minhee pets her hair, praises her in between the soft moans that come out of her as Jisu’s fingers start to fuck her faster. “You look so good like this, Jisu-ya. I’ve trained your pretty mouth to take my cock so well.” Jisu takes her deep into her throat again, just to drive the point further. Minhee isn’t going to last much longer, her breaths start to hitch and come in at a faster pace. “My pretty girl, my princess, you’re so good to me.” She barely manages to get out through clenched teeth before she comes, a litany of curses spilling from her lips as Jisu strokes her through it with her diligent fingers.
When she’s done, Jisu goes in for the kill by kissing the tip of her strap, and then licking Minhee’s cum from the palm of her hand, up to the tips of her middle and ring finger, before pressing those past her swollen lips. Minhee’s trying to catch her breath, but it feels impossible with Jisu looking at her as she sucks her fingers clean and moans at the taste. She pulls them out, and shows Minhee that there’s nothing left on them except for the faintest sheen of her own spit coating her fingers.
“Look, daddy. I didn’t let any of it go to waste when you came in my mouth.”