Summary: Your relationship with Jaeyi is far from normal. It’s toxic, suffocating and obsessive. Students around you stay away from you to avoid trouble with Jaeyi. A new student enters which stirs things a little. Maybe she could be your escape? Or maybe it leads you to sink deeper into Jaeyi’s trap.
Yoo Jaeyi and you walk down the halls next to each other… or rather you’re trying to keep up with her. Her hand tightly wraps around yours, pulling you to match speed with her. You let out a small grunt of pain at how hard she’s gripping. She stares forward, ignoring everyone. You spare one glance to the side. Students mumble with each other as they stare at you. They quickly look away when you make eye contact with them. It’s quite sad, you have soon realized. No one dared try to talk to you ever since you got into a relationship with her. All your friends have left you without any reason. You’re constantly stuck with Jaeyi and it's starting to drive you crazy. The only space she allows you is by letting you sit alone at your desk. She sits a few rows behind you, so she can watch every movement you make.
Jaeyi drags you into her science lab. The little mice run around in their cages. It creeps you out. You never understood how she could easily test on those innocent mice. You pull back slightly to stop her. She narrows her eyes and finally turns around to look at you. You drop your shoulders in annoyance. You aggressively jerk your hands away from her before crossing your arms.
“What are you doing?” You fum. She breaks into a smile as she straightens her back.
“I want to spend time with you,” She chirps. You roll your eyes and let out a laugh of disbelief.
“I’ve been with you all day. Can’t I just spend some time somewhere else?” You huff. She turns around and walks deeper into the lab. She opens one of the cages and picks up a small mouse. She completely ignored you. You can feel your frustration building up. You hate when she blatantly ignores you.
“I am leaving,” You mumble before walking towards the door. You didn’t wait for her response. You knew she was going to find you anyway. No matter how far you try to hide and escape from her, she always seems to find a way to get you. It scares and baffles you. But what scares you the most is if she leaves you. She has removed everyone in your life… all you have left is her. You need her. You pause at the door handle.
“I’ll… text you,” You hesitate before exiting. Jaeyi secretly smirks as she lifts the mice to her face.
“Cute,” She mumbles directing it to you.
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Class today is different. You stare at the new student, Woo Seulgi, standing in front of the class. She looks innocent and lost. Your eyes scan down to see her fidgeting with the ends of her uniform. Your lips broke into a small smile. You wonder if she could survive in this toxic school. She makes eye contact with you and you smile at her—a small one with no further meaning. You didn’t pay much attention to her after that. Returning to working on your homework. Suddenly you feel a presence beside you.
“...Can I sit here?” She softly asks. Her doe eyes are cute. The students in the room mumble against themselves. Your seat is usually empty. No one wanted to disturb your studying and gave you space. But truthfully it's because they don’t want to get in between you and Jaeyi. They fear what she could do to them.
“Yes,” You finally answer. You didn’t care what Jaeyi would think. You've had enough of her controlling your life. You can hear a couple of students softly gasping and mumbling. Seulgi smiles and takes a seat. You stare at her a little bit before looking down at your textbook. Jaeyi quietly analyzes the scene before her. Her facade doesn’t break. In fact, she smiles. It gets her excited. She finds you cute for trying to break her rules and not knowing what it will cause you.
-
It’s a few minutes after break and you walk back to class. You slide the doors of the classroom open to find it empty. You return earlier than the others. You make your way to your desk til a phone notification catches your attention. You scan the room to make sure you aren’t mistaken. You locate the noises coming from Jaeyi’s desk. You look around to make sure no one is around. Her phone buzzes against her desk a few more times. You couldn’t help but find it interesting that she would leave her phone. With curious eyes, you go to look at her texts.
‘Please delete the video’
‘I apologized!’
‘I’ll do anything you want!’
Your eyes widen in confusion. What video is this person talking about that they desperately want Jaeyi to delete it? Is she blackmailing someone? Before your thoughts can continue, the door slides open. You quickly glance away from her phone. Jaeyi stands at the door staring back at you. There is an unreadable look on her face. She smiles, but her eyes are emotionless. You slightly gulp and avert your stare. You walk to your desk and act like you weren’t caught red-handed. Jaeyi slowly walks past you while staring at you. You feel your heart racing. She takes a seat on her desk and lifts her phone. Her eyes swiftly read the text messages. She glances up from her phone to stare at you with heavy-lidded eyes.
She knows you saw it.
She slides off her desk. You hear her footsteps coming closer from behind. You unconsciously straighten your back. Your awareness heightens. She places her hand on top of your shoulders and grips. Your breathing hicks. She leans her body down til her lips touch your ears.
“Don’t tell anyone,” She whispers softly. You secretly clench your fist underneath the desk. She smirks and tilts her head to look at your face. You quickly stand up to get away from her. Her presence is too suffocating. The sweet scent of her perfume is enough to make your brain numb. Your action causes her to widen her eyes and step backward. You tug the green uniform closer to your body before glaring at her. You fascinate her without even trying. From behind, you can hear the sounds of more students entering the room. They all freely talk amongst themselves happily.
“I don’t care what you do as long as it doesn’t involve me,” You speak in a low tone. Little did you know, it does involve you. Everything Jaeyi does involves you whether you like it or not. Her lips slowly turn into a small smirk. You didn’t wait for her response and turned your body around. Right at that moment, a student accidentally bumps into you. The drink in her hand falls onto the white of your shirt. You can feel the cold liquid seep into the cloth. She gasps and immediately starts apologizing. You are stunned for a moment before forcing a small smile.
“It’s okay,”
“No no, I will pay for you,” She splutters. She starts running her hands over your shirt to try and clean it. Her face expresses such stress and embarrassment. Her movement causes the liquid to spread, making your shirt translucent. You softly grab onto her wrist to stop her.
“I said it’s okay,” You repeat. She stops moving and stares at you with pitiful eyes. Her poor heart feels like it’s escaping her chest. She nervously looks over to see Jaeyi staring at her with a blank expression. You let go of her hand and start walking to the door. You expect Jaeyi to follow you, but she doesn’t. You secretly feel sad and disappointed about it.
You enter the bathroom and slowly take off your uniform. This leaves you with just a bra on. You plop the white shirt into the sink and switch on the water. You quietly listen and watch the water drench your shirt. You tilt your head to look at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh. What a hassle. You didn’t have an extra pair of shirts meaning you would have to wear this wet shirt back to class. You reach down into the sink and start scrubbing the material. After a few minutes of scrubbing, you lift the shirt to examine it. Water drips at the edges. Good enough. You wring the shirt til it's somewhat dry and put it back on. The coldness makes you shiver. You just have to suffer through til the end of class.
You take a seat, slightly shivering. The air feels so cold against the wetness of your shirt. It feels uncomfortable having to be in a class like this. You avoid the stares of other students as you take out your textbooks. Among the students, one is particularly more interested. Jaeyi can't stop staring at you as you try to pay attention to your homework. Her eyes slowly examine your back. She sees the wet damp on your back and tilts her head. The wetness has made your shirt slightly translucent. Your bra is so visible, it's almost humorous to her. She can’t help but think it’s like you want her to see it. She starts to smirk and shift against her seat. You’re so exposed, yet you don’t even realize it. You lean forward to straighten your back. Her eyes dilate at the full view of your back. She nibbles her bottom lip as she starts to fantasize about you, specifically your bra.
She imagines herself running her fingers down your spine to tease you. She traps you between her body and your desk. You would blush so cutely as she leans her face close to yours. It drives her crazy how reactive you are.
“Stop it,” You glare at her, slightly pushing against her shoulders. She pushes you to sit on your desk. She quickly slides her body between your legs. She smirks and brings her hands to the front of your wet white button-up.
“Stop?” She hums as she starts to unbutton the first button. By the third button, she can see your bra peeking out. You shyly look away while biting your lips. She slowly finishes off the last button and quickly tugs your shirt aside to expose your front to her. Finally, after seeing your bra through the shirt, she can see it fully. The cold air touches your bare skin. Your cheeks start to burn bright red. Her eyelids become heavy with lust. She brings her hands up to cup your boobs. Her thumb harshly rubs against your nub. Your breathing hicks. You shut your eyes to save yourself from making more noise. Her two thumbs grind against your sensitive nub while groping the soft plush. She repeats the action over and over til your boobs start to become red from her touches. You tilt your head back and let out a soft moan. She smiles at your reaction and rewards you by kissing your neck. You try to clench your thighs together, but her waist stops you. Your lower stomach feels funny. Suddenly you couldn't handle her touch anymore. It’s making your brain turn into mush. You grip onto her wrist causing her to stop. She leans back and widens her eyes in surprise. Your breathing shakes as you glare up at her. Her eyes were black like the void, unreadable.
“Do you want me to stop?” She asks softly.
“...Yes,” You breathe out. You didn’t understand why you said yes. The feeling was too much… but it was also so good. She pauses, deep in thought before her eyes quickly shift.
“Okay,” She simply responds. She removes herself from your body, leaving you breathless on your desk. Your front is still completely exposed. She smiles at the redness on your chest. As you try to collect your thoughts, you hear a camera click. You quickly glare up to see her snapping a picture on her phone. A picture of your touched boobs. She smiles brightly and slides her phone back into her pocket.
Jaeyi clenches her thighs underneath her desk. She couldn’t believe that just imagining about you caused her to feel turned on. She grips her pencil and smiles. Laughing at herself for being so needy. It’s silly to her. She forces herself to look away from your innocent body and back to her textbooks. This little game you’re playing is just the beginning.
Seulgi begins to notice how see-through your shirt is. Her eyes widen, and she swiftly takes off her jacket, gently placing it over you for cover. You turn to meet her gaze, and she offers a soft smile before shifting her focus back to her homework. With a smirk, you touch the hem of her jacket, hoping Jaeyi noticed the gesture. She surely did. Though her expression stays neutral, her grip on the pencil tightens, turning her knuckles pale.
-
Jaeyi’s room is dark and cold as she slams you against her wall. She traps you between her hands. You grunt in pain at the impact. You could tell your shoulders are going to be bruised again. You glare up at her eyes in hatred. Her eyes dilate and you can see the pure jealousy in her eyes. Her tongue brushes the inside of her cheeks. Thoughts swirl inside her head. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. She’s so jealous. So easy.
“You’re laughing?” Her voice low. You playfully move your eyes from her lips to her eyes while you poke her lower stomach. Your fingers slowly drag up to grip her collar. You tilt your head and lean closer to her face. Her eyebrows lift in amusement.
“You don’t control me,” You whisper. Her eyes darken as she smirks. You shove her back and attempt to walk away. She quickly grabs your wrist and spins you around. You fight against her, but she is surprisingly strong. Her hands naturally wrap around the back of your neck, forcing you to look at her. Your eyes feel like sharp knives while hers look warm.
“I’m going to prove to you I do,” She hisses. She presses her lips against yours softly. You try to move away, but the hand behind your neck locks you. Her tongue brushes against your closed mouth. Her fingers gently rub your neck. While she kisses you, she pushes you onto her bed. She quickly grabs your hands and pins them above your head. Her knee secretly slots between your legs causing you to moan. With your mouth open, she can deepen the kiss.
“Kiss me,” She begs. You try to squeeze your legs together, but her legs block you. You jerk your body, trying to get away from the source. You can feel yourself getting turned on. She leans away from the kiss in frustration. Her eyes are lidded and lustful. Your chest moves up and down fast. She dips her mouth down to your neck to lick and suck. You accidentally let out a soft moan. She smiles and bites down on your skin. She pulls away again to look at your eyes.
“Your moans are sweet,” She hums. Her voice is so soft and seductive. You feel your heart skip a beat.
“Fuck you,” You snap, feeling your cheeks turn red. She smiles and dips down to your ears. Her breathing tickles you.
“Stop fighting me,” She mumbles. She sticks out her tongue and licks the outer shell of your ears. You twitch against her body, squeezing your eyes shut. She knew every spot to get you hotter. With a quick movement, she unclasps three buttons from your shirt to reveal your bra. She licks her lips and squeezes her legs together. She’s been turned on since earlier.
“You teased me all day,” She whispers. She lets go of your wrists and places both hands on your boobs. You lay submissively, not trying to move away and she smiles. She starts pressing her fingers into the softness of your chest. Her eyes glued onto them like she’s addicted. Your nipple hardens and exposes themselves on the surface of the bra. Her eyes flicker up to watch your reaction as she brushes her thumbs against them. Your head tilts back a little and hum a soft moan. Her tongue drags down to the middle of your chest. Her hand continues to squeeze your boobs aggressively. You bring your hands down to her lower neck. You gently gesture her head to look back up.
“Kiss me,” You blush. She lets out a giggle and moves her body up to capture your lips again. You feverishly move your lips against hers. Her lips feel so soft and plump. You feel like you're floating. She tilts her head, bumping her nose against yours. She keeps the pace to match your needy ones. Her brain turns into a mess when you slightly bite her bottom. She pulls away from the kiss, her chest moving up and down. Her fingers move to unclasp the rest of your buttons. She helps you get out of your green school uniform. She starts taking off hers as well but leaves on her black bra and panties.
You bring a hand up to cover your red cheeks. You feel embarrassed being the only fully naked one. It makes you feel so vulnerable before her. Just how she wanted. She wants to show how much power she has over you. She moves to the side to grab something out of her bed drawers. Your heart starts to hammer against your chest when you realize what she’s holding. There between her hands is a small silver collar with a small chain. She returns between your thighs and gestures for you to sit up. You obey and she clasps the collar around your neck. She tugs the chains for fun causing you to jerk forward. She pecks your lips.
“Turn around,” She smiles. Your response is too slow making her tug the chains again. You grunt and it clicks into your head to start moving. You turn your body til you're on all fours, your bottom facing her. You gulp nervously because you can no longer see her. Suddenly you feel a hard slap on your bottom causing you to cry out. Her eyes darken and she smiles sinisterly.
“You know you’re not supposed to talk to anyone but me right?” She reminds you before slapping again. You bite your lower lip to stop yourself from crying out.
“I am just protecting you,” She whispers. She tugs the chains harshly making your head tilt back. You choke against the collar, tears starting to form.
“Say you’re sorry,” She demands. She slaps you again and smiles when she sees your ass turning red.
“S-sorry!” You cry. She places her cold hands gently against your bruised bottom. She rubs them a little then runs her fingers down to your slit. She rubs your core and chuckles. You’re shamefully wet. It’s like she didn’t have to do much for you to turn into a dirty mess for her. She rubs your juice around your clit. You moan and jerk your body. She continues to circle your clit til she can feel your juices spilling from your core.
“Please,” You beg, jerking your hips to chase her fingers. She smirks and tilts her head.
“Yes?” She purrs.
“...Please put it in,” You blush.
“Anything for you,” She hums before shoving two fingers into your core. You gasp at the sudden feeling of getting full. You squeeze your eyes shut and grip onto the bed sheets. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure. She moves her fingers in and out slowly, watching closely at how your hips jerk against her. She feels more turned on and bites her lips. She lets you ride her fingers for a moment. Listening closely to your quiet moans. But you’re moaning too quietly for her. She tugs the chains hard causing you to tilt your head back. It chokes you. She starts moving her hands fast, abusing your walls. You cry out loudly.
“You react so well,” She mumbles to herself. The sounds of your wet core against her fingers become embarrassingly loud. You moan so sweetly it sounds like a melody in her ears.
“I’m going to come,” You choke. She moves her fingers faster and tugs the chains harder. You feel so sinister in this position. It makes you roll your eyes back and moan. Her two fingers slide easily against your wet gummy walls. After a few more strong thrusts, you come onto her fingers. You let out a loud high pitch moan. Your silk runs down her knuckles and she chuckles. She lets go of the chain and slows down her movement to let you catch your breath. She pulls out her wet fingers and rubs your clit. Your body shakes and jerks from overstimulation. Just when you thought it was over, you felt her fingers thrust into your core again.
“I am going to make you come over and over til you turn dumb,” She snickers, slamming her fingers knuckles deep. You cry out and jerk your body away from her, but the chains limit you from moving away. You claw at the collar, but find it useless as your body bounces at each of her thrusts.
“I want to numb your mind til all you think about is me.”
summary: seulgi's first time at a rave proves to be a... very unique experience, especially when she meets a more than friendly stranger.
ship: yoo jei x woo seulgi
warnings: smut, public sex, recreational drug use, not beta read
wc: 2.6k words (one shot)
Seulgi found that last drink catching up to her. It made everything so distracting.
The bass synths traveled between the walls, seeping into her skin and vibrating through her body. The tank top she had on felt too hot despite being cropped and lacking sleeves. She considered taking it off; she’d seen a few other people half-naked on the dancefloor, even if they hadn’t started out that way. She knew she’d probably fit in more, but she also knew that she wasn’t bold enough for that at her first rave. It already took an embarrassing amount of self-talk to come here by herself. So if she were to confine herself to this purgatory of insecurity, at least it complimented her wolf cut.
She fiddled at the strands of her hair anxiously and glanced at the girl standing opposite her. The girl she just met, Jei.
Her name was easy to remember, the way it slid off Seulgi’s tongue. The way it permeated her brain the more she thought about how they’d ended up here.
Jei was friendly, almost too friendly. She gave up her name the minute she’d accidentally bumped into Seulgi in lieu of an apology. Seulgi was more relieved to have company than to be offended, what with the way she’d been hugging the bar counter for the first half hour she’d been there. Of course, she’d been contemplating leaving early. Surprising only herself, she meekly accepted Jei’s offering of a drink, which turned into two, then three, each one seemingly more heavy handed than the last. Seulgi let herself be dragged off to the bathroom—just as quickly as she was plied with drinks—by this pretty stranger. It was only once they’d actually been standing in there that Seulgi realized Jei had never mentioned needing to use the toilet.
If it weren’t for the reverberating music, the silence between them would’ve been much more awkward. Seulgi usually got more talkative when drunk, but now she didn’t know what to say and was too modest to excuse herself. She tried to think of something, but nothing came to her. She then tried to find a hint of conversation in Jei’s outfit.
Well, she didn’t feel comfortable commenting on her expensive-looking halter top. Or her jean mini skirt that hugged her the way perfectly tailored clothing did. She’d keep her mouth and thoughts closed on the bare, soft-looking legs standing firm underneath. Seulgi sighed and gave up, twisting the ends of her less expensive shirt around her finger. She looked up and over to the mirror, only to catch Jei’s eyes following hers.
They were a beautiful shade of brown and sparkling with something other than the glow of intoxication. They looked her down to the seams of the oversized cargo pants skating the edges of her Converse, then back up to her face, slowly, like she was analyzing her.
Jei pushed herself off the wall, walking toward Seulgi. Seulgi was scared to look her in the eyes again, so she kept her gaze on her shoes sticking to the dirty tiles of the floor. A set of low heels and manicured toes stood right in front of her.
“You’re here by yourself. Why?” The question was both curious and pointed.
“Just because,” Seulgi said, still looking down, only somewhat flustered at Jei knowing she came alone despite not telling her. It was probably obvious, she thought.
She felt an urging finger lift her chin. It was different seeing those eyes right in front of her instead of in the mirror or in the busy, low rave lights. Even harder to look away, no matter how intense. Jei’s left eye sat atop a mole. Seulgi noted another near her full, glossed lips. Surrounding skin looked smooth underneath a thin layer of makeup, cheekbones and jawline accentuated by her hair drawn into a high pony. She was just pretty, impossibly pretty. Seulgi couldn’t help but wonder what she’d look like with her hair down and contouring her face. It did everything to make her stomach flip, even more the longer Jei continued to perceive her.
Jei began looking for something in her handheld bag. She took out a small tin case and opened it. Inside were a set of pink square tabs.
“You should take one.”
“W–what is it?”
“You seem like you like a good time.”
Seulgi wasn’t sure why no alarm bells were ringing inside her head, but she found herself wanting to try, biting her lip.
“Are you here by yourself too?” She asked.
Jei smiled softly. “I’m here with you.”
“But you don’t know me.”
“I will.”
I will. Those two words racked Seulgi’s brain as soon as they entered it and ran in repeated circles like a running track.
Her mind raced on and on until the tab was on her tongue, she was hand in hand with Jei being led out the bathroom and to the dancefloor, with Jei’s back flush to her front.
Whatever this drug was, it was coursing impossibly fast through her veins, and within minutes her shirt was hanging from her back pocket, sports bra on display, and she could hear the sounds of colors and the colors of sounds and Jei felt so so soft and warm against her and her hair smelled like she bathed in a river of lilacs whenever it swept across Seulgi’s cheek.
It took one song for Seulgi to hold Jei so close to her that she could feel the skin of her lower back rubbing against hers. They moved with the deep, gated beats like they were floating in a melodic ocean, washing them away from the shore to somewhere only they knew.
If she could, Seulgi would melt into Jei. It didn’t matter that she didn’t know her age, what she liked to do, her favorite color, if she came with friends, anything. All she cared about was the feeling of Jei grinding against her and that she never wanted to stop. Her expensive shirt was becoming soaked with sweat to the point that Seulgi wanted to ask if she could take hers off too. It was too nice to mess up.
Instead, she wrapped her hands around her waist, almost in a hug, resting her face next to her ear. Jei reached an arm behind her to wrap around Seulgi’s neck. Her other hand sat on top of Seulgi's at her waist.
“You feel good, don’t you?” Jei asked.
“Yeah,” Seulgi responded. She passed on the urge to ask again what it was, too far gone to really care. She used the pads of her fingers to press them impossibly closer. “This is my favorite song, you know. But it’s my first time hearing it.”
“Yeah?” Jei chuckled.
“Mhm.” Seulgi smiled. “Do you like it?”
Jei gripped the hand at her waist. The synths, full and waved and pulsing, rolled into them, each time a little stronger, so much that Jei let her head fall back onto Seulgi’s shoulder.
“I like you,” she said. It was airy, breathy. Electricity concussed through Seulgi as if she’d physically been hit by one of the ricocheting rave lights.
Seulgi let her nose dipped into the crook of her neck to ground herself, and all she could do was breathe her in to remind her that this was real. When she felt Jei shudder, she absentmindedly placed a kiss on the blade of her shoulder. Seulgi felt Jei roll her ass into her groin.
“I also like your hands.”
Jei urged Seulgi’s hand to move, up first, brushing it up her shirt to the underside of her breasts. Seulgi realized that Jei wasn’t wearing a bra. She could die to know what they felt like in her hands, maybe even her mouth, palm burning at the thought. Too soon, Jei’s hand led her south, edging the hem of her skirt. Jei’s head turned and lips sat barely an inch from Seulgi’s. “You’ll keep touching me?”
Seulgi wanted to ask her if she was sure, or what if someone saw them, or why she wanted to do this with a complete stranger. It was so off-putting and sudden that she pressed her lips into hers because her body and mind gave her no other choice.
Once their lips pressed in, everything felt… right. Jei had the softest set of lips she’d ever felt, produced the most euphonic moan she’d ever heard. They pushed and pulled so sloppily and intense and somehow so perfectly. When Seulgi got a taste of her tongue, hot, wet, sweet like candy, she feared addiction from it more than whatever drug was taking over inside her. The roll of her tongue, followed by the sharpness of teeth pulling at her lip, sent a shiver down her spine, encouraging her to do anything that Jei wanted, especially if it meant keeping her here with her like this.
Jei suddenly turned around and pushed Seulgi into a nearby pillar that Seulgi didn’t even realize was that close. She kissed her, full and heated, pulling back and eyeing her like Seulgi was her latest, helpless victim. Seulgi wanted to be that for her. Jei turned around again and pressed her back into her. Without words, she was telling Seulgi she’d need to hold the wall.
Jei moved in slow, shallow waves, in tandem with the unhurried tempo of the next song. She urged Seulgi’s hands to get to know her body if she was going to be Seulgi’s for the night. Or Seulgi’s was hers, the way Jei had been commanding her this entire time with ease. Jei’s hands on hers, one coasting along her ribcage, the other moving toward her waist, to the seams of her skirt, urging her to slip inside, Seulgi’s heart began to beat hard. Swallowing, she said, “You sure?”
Jei pushed both hands an inch further. And further. Seulgi took the hint, swallowed lightly, and let her hands find their way after that.
She moaned feeling Jei dripping onto her fingers, her breast warm and soft and her nipple centered hard in her palm. The sound padded out shamelessly, like Seulgi was an animal finding her first meal after days of hunting hungrily. Seulgi’s mind, jumbled in syncopated synths and thoughts and thoughts of Jei, heedlessly spiraled into a well of depravity. She considered dragging her back to the bathroom and sitting her on top of the sink, maybe kneeling down to worship her with her mouth or fucking her with her fingers at the same time until Jei trembled and screamed and had to push Seulgi away.
Jei whined shakily, showing her that she wanted her here and now, in front of all of these people who neither seemed to care nor notice. It was then that Seulgi realized how badly she's been teasing her; Jei started rolling her hips up to get her inside as Seulgi had been absentmindedly playing in between soaked lips.
The hand on her tit only played with her a moment longer before anchoring itself around Jei’s stomach. Seulgi spread her open with her other hand, carefully sank in with two fingers. Jei gasped, threw her head back and tightly wrapped a hand around her neck.
“Seulgi-yah.”
Fuck.
For someone she barely knew, Seulgi loved everything about Jei. She loved how responsive she was to her touch, by way of high, breathy moans, a hardened grip on the roots of her hair, grinding firm and rhythmically into Seulgi’s groin, or how she felt like velvet quicksand, slick and tight around her, eager to suck her in deeper the longer Seulgi remained inside of her.
Seulgi wanted to see her in all of her beautiful perversion, naked and writhing underneath her, on top of her, maybe in front of her, alone and giving her an apt demonstration, so much that she fucked her harder thinking about it, her fingers tensing and curling as heat lapped at her body.
“Yes,” Jei whined, then turned her head to kiss Seulgi sloppily. It made the angle slightly difficult to manage given that Seulgi was shorter than her. She broke the kiss to flip Jei so that she was against the pillar, wasting no time leading where they left off. She felt Jei smile against her lips and wrap her arms around her neck, then groaned as Seulgi pulled on her leg to wrap around her waist, pushing her skirt up enough to gain access, sliding her panties to the side, slipping back inside her with two fingers.
Seulgi slipped her tongue into her mouth, not necessarily to keep her moans quiet, but because she tasted that good. She didn’t waste time with the motions of warming Jei back up, and Jei didn’t seem to want that either. She was rolling her hips and bearing down on Seulgi’s fingers; Seulgi took that as an invitation to press her palm into her clit and fuck her harder. Jei pulled her close to where Seulgi could feel her nipples rubbing against her chest, and god this was everything to her, a moment she knew she’d never forget. She memorized the way Jei grasped at her shoulders or tugged her hair. The way she gasped and sighed and whimpered in her mouth. The way she soaked her fingers and squeezed tighter the closer and closer she got to her peak. The way she pulled back off her tongue, forcing their foreheads together for Seulgi to see how she was making her feel.
“I’m gonna come,” she mouthed, jaw slack at the end of it, uncaring of spit falling from her lip, refusing to break eye contact.
Seulgi tried to ignore how, this debauched, Jei stole her breath and made her rhythm stutter. All she wanted–needed to do was make sure Jei came, just like this, and make this everything for her as it was for Seulgi. She clenched her jaw in determination and pressed her fingers in with a curve. With added pressure to her clit, she pushed and pushed Jei until she was at her highest point. Once there, Seulgi held her breath with Jei, drowning in her shaky eyes while watching her fall.
No matter how many times she assured herself that this was real, it still felt like a dream. Especially, especially, Jei holding her so close, legs threatening to cave if not for Seulgi’s steel grip on her thigh and her hip, trembling and breathing so heavily that Seulgi almost stopped to give her reprieve. But Jei’s still rolling hips and walls squeezing against her coaxed her to keep curling and stroking and stroking and curling, time ceasing until Jei finally began to relax in her arms.
Jei giggling against her cheek and extricating herself from Seulgi’s arms was the first time Seulgi felt a semblance of normalcy the entire night. With Jei fixing herself right there, in this crowd of people who still didn’t seem to care about their passionate coupling, Seulgi remembered that maybe she should put on her own shirt, confused when she couldn’t find it in her back pocket–
She was interrupted by Jei letting her hair down, taking her by the palm and slowly raising her hand to her lips. At her leisure, she sucked Seulgi’s fingers clean. “I’m taking you home with me.”
Lavished with that contoured face and doe-like, mischievous brown eyes, Seulgi had no choice but to stay under her spell and say yes. She could buy another shirt later.
For those of you guys who are new to the show, the team survival mission round is when teams compete against each other. The winner of each round makes it to the next round, while the losing team has to have at least one person eliminated. (more…)
