ⓘ synopsis ೀ hyuna is a nasty dog, but you love it. ꒱
𓊆 light smut 𓊇
゛ℋyuna really was trying to listen to you, being the good girlfriend she is, but god were you making it hard...
you two were settled on the couch of hyuna's apartment, eating lunch together since it was hot as hell outside. you were telling hyuna about your latest work fiasco. something about this rude lady or something? fuck. she should be listening, but no, your whole body just had to be as beautiful as your face.
it's not like you were wearing anything that said “EAT ME OUT” in big pink letters, but to hyuna, the raggedy old white tank-top you had on was just the equivalent. and in addition, showed a dangerous amount of cleavage for your poor sweet girlfriend. how was she not supposed to notice?
“—and so i told the lady that she was gonna hear the same thing from my manager that she had from me.” you continued on with your story, of which hyuna still paid some attention to- but still her eyes were still wandering from your eyes down to the nape of your neck, to your-
“shit!” you swear as your drink spilled on your top. white was turned into a light gray stain. you tried to wipe it off innocently, but the thoughts in hyuna's head about it were less than innocent.
oh god.
oh god.
hyuna's body locks up until you ask her where her paper towels are. she offers to get them for you. she needs to get far away from your too high tank-top, and her thoughts of pinning you down on the couch and giving what's behind it bruises that wouldn't fade for weeks-
get it together, hyuna. she knocked herself out of the psychosis. later. she'd save it for later. when they were in bed, maybe hyuna could set the mood. but when she saw you with paper towels in hand, clawing at the stain, she really couldn't contain herself.
in a matter of seconds, you were pinned down by your waist on the leather couch, which sunk into your back as your girlfriend kissed and sucked on every spot on your neck, relishing in your little gasps and groans of pleasure.
“m' sorry, honey...” she whispered onto your skin, leaving a trace of warmth where she spoke, her hands behind you, skimping until your waist. “m' just so crazy for you...” and when she finally went a step too low to your cleavage, she looked up at you with her deep brown eyes and breathed onto it with the same, hot breath that she had behind your neck until you begged her to just take it off of you. she was overjoyed.
