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Jongho wakes up to Wooyoung curled snugly around her back, one arm under her head and the other curled tightly around Jongho's middle. Turning around, she's surprised to find Wooyoung looking down at her with a dopey grin.

Wooyoung places a soft kiss to Jongho's lips in lieu of a greeting, moving closer to hold Jongho's head against her chest. "How was your day?" Jongho asks, muffled by the sweatshirt Wooyoung had changed into from her work uniform. "Boring," Wooyoung groans, "I was just waiting to come home to you~" she says sweetly.

Jongho giggles despite herself as she pinches one of Wooyoung's cheeks. "You're insufferable," she sighs lovingly, before pulling Wooyoung into a sweet kiss.

Wooyoung's hand grips Jongho's hip, groaning at the way her soft flesh gives under her hold and the kiss soon turns filthy. She seems to get impatient, though, because the next thing Jongho knows, she's on her back with Wooyoung's knee right against her crotch. "Oh my God," is all Jongho can get out, her hips automatically kicking up in search of more friction.

Jongho whines, hand reaching out to tangle in Wooyoung's hair as she rolls her hips and lifts a thigh to rub against Wooyoung's crotch. Wooyoung pulls away from the kiss as she grinds against Jongho and rests her forehead on the younger's, panting into her open mouth.

The room feels unbearably hot. Each of Jongho's nerves feel overstimulated despite the lack of skin to skin contact. Wooyoung cups Jongho's cheek before pecking her lips and asks, "Would you ride my face, baby? I wanna try it."

Jongho's blood runs cold.

Wooyoung must notice something wrong because her eyebrows furrow and Jongho hates that she just ruined the moment like this. She avoids Wooyoung's eyes as she sits up and sighs. "I'm not exactly… light, Wooyoung. I don't want to accidentally hurt you."

A relieved sigh leaves Wooyoung's lips and Jongho tilts her head in confusion. "I thought I had upset you, that's all," Wooyoung laughs softly. "You know I don't care about your weight, baby, I just think it would be hot to see you lose yourself on my face," she says darkly and Jongho's heart stutters.

"B-but I'm sweaty! I haven't showered yet," Jongho pouts, looking at Wooyoung and only seeing hunger in her eyes. "You say that like it's a bad thing," Wooyoung smirks, shameless. "You're sick," Jongho scoffs, no malice in her words, and Wooyoung's smile makes Jongho melt.

"Oh, come on~" Wooyoung whines, clambering off the bed before Jongho can stop her, and kneels next to the bed. "I'm literally begging on my knees, please?" Wooyoung clasps her hands and bats her eyelashes up at Jongho.

"Are you sure?" Jongho asks hesitantly. Wooyoung schools her expression into something serious. "I've never been more sure in my life. Even if I died between your legs, I would be the happiest woman in the world," she deadpans, and Jongho can't stop the laugh that escapes her lips.

"Get off the floor," Jongho says, fond, as she pulls Wooyoung up. "Is that a yes?" Wooyoung asks, hopeful. Jongho nods, smiling shyly. "It's a yes." Excitedly, Wooyoung makes quick work of her shirt and all but tackles Jongho into the (thankfully) fluffy pillows against the headboard.

Jongho can hardly keep up, giggling as Wooyoung peppers her face with kisses and paws at the waistband of her shorts. "Why the rush?" Jongho asks breathlessly as she grabs Wooyoung's bare shoulders to give herself a quick break from the onslaught of affection.

"Christmas came early for me," Wooyoung huffs, playfully pushing against Jongho's hands in an attempt to get closer, "Now get naked, please. I'm impatient." Jongho has no choice but to comply, sheepishly pulling her shirt over her head before tugging her shorts and panties off.

Wooyoung's eyes zero in on Jongho's tits, cupping one in her rough hand and squeezing before she even seems to realise it. Jongho squeaks when Wooyoung's fingernail digs into her nipple and bashfully swats her hand away when it just seems to spur her girlfriend on.

"Not now," Jongho scolds playfully and presses a kiss to Wooyoung's pretty nose, then another to the mole near her eye just because she can. She stares into Wooyoung's eyes for a long moment, something warm blooming in her chest when she blinks up her slowly. Catlike. "Are you sure that you're sure?" she asks one last time, unease still gnawing at her despite Wooyoung's lovesick smile.

Wooyoung scoots closer and holds Jongho's waist gently, her voice soft as she says, "Of course I'm sure, cub. I love you and your gorgeous body." She presses a tender kiss to Jongho's nose at the same time that her hand moves lower, her fingers running through Jongho's bush before teasingly tracing up and down her slit.

Jongho gasps when the pad of Wooyoung's finger dips into her hole, barely deep enough to satisfy her but enough for Jongho to whine when Wooyoung retracts her hand. Wooyoung laughs and lies down in the middle of the bed, a shit-eating grin on her face as she beckons Jongho closer with a come hither motion of her finger. Jongho laughs but crawls closer anyway.

The mattress dips under Jongho's knees as she straddles Wooyoung's chest, and she feels whatever anxiety she felt earlier leave her body. Jongho's fingers card through Wooyoung's hair when Wooyoung turns her head to trail her lips along Jongho's inner thigh, raising her head to take a deep inhale of Jongho's scent. "You smell so good, baby," she murmurs into the coarse hairs, sounding drunk off Jongho's scent alone.

"You're awful," Jongho groans. Wooyoung just smiles dopily and wraps her hands around Jongho's hips, nudging her forward until she's hovering over Wooyoung's face. Jongho goes willingly, lowering herself onto Wooyoung's waiting mouth and moaning when her nose bumps her clit just right.

Wooyoung moans too, and the vibrations against Jongho's already sensitive folds make her hips cant forward as Wooyoung's tongue prods at her hole. Jongho sighs when Wooyoung tenses her tongue and somehow reaches deeper, licking and whining underneath her like it's the best thing she's ever tasted.

Jongho pants as she feels her orgasm approaching rapidly, the sight of Wooyoung enjoying herself so thoroughly enough to make the knot in her stomach coil tighter and tighter. She leans back and plants her hands on Wooyoung's thighs to support herself as she rolls her hips against Wooyoung's eager tongue.

"Fuck, baby," Jongho murmurs, looking down at Wooyoung, whose eyes are closed in bliss. "Do you like this? You like letting your cub use you like this?" Wooyoung whines pathetically and it makes Jongho impossibly wetter. "You're always so good to me," she says breathlessly, brushing the strands of Wooyoung's hair that stick to her sweaty forehead.

Wooyoung reaches a hand up to pinch Jongho's nipple, making her squirm, as the other moves from her waist to rub torturous circles to her clit, humming now and then just to make Jongho writhe and whine. It's almost too much, the way Wooyoung laps at her like a woman starved, her finger not stopping its ministrations to her sensitive nub.

Jongho whines, high and embarrassing, when Wooyoung lifts her off her face which earns her a sweet, messy kiss to her clit. Wooyoung coos at her and Jongho throbs with want. "Aw, cub~" Wooyoung soothes, biting her lip when she grips Jongho's hips and fat spills over her fingers. "I'm not going anywhere." She nuzzles into the soft skin of Jongho's tummy, smearing slick along the hairs below her belly button. Jongho scowls at the wetness cooling on her skin.

Wooyoung scoots up the bed until she can prop her head up against the pillows, pulling Jongho with her by the hands gripping her ass. "That's better," Wooyoung says, satisfied as she pulls Jongho's hips again. "Now, you can ride my face better." She places a kiss to Jongho's mound as she pulls on Jongho's fingers to tangle into her hair. "Use it like a handle." She smirks before Jongho can even ask about it, "And, yes, I'm sure," she assures before settling into the plush cushions against the headboard.

Meekly, Jongho guides Wooyoung's mouth to her dripping cunt by the grip on her hair. Not much has changed from their previous position, but the fact that Wooyoung is so pliant underneath her, so willing to be used has Jongho moaning filthily as her thighs try to crush her skull. Wooyoung only whines louder at the pressure on the sides of her head.

Jongho's hips move on their own accord, grinding against Wooyoung's face like she's just a toy to be used for Jongho's pleasure, the grip on her hair tightening slightly. "F-fuck, baby," she pants, pulling at Wooyoung's hair when her tongue dips between her folds. "I'm, hah, so close…" is all the warning Wooyoung gets before Jongho's hips pick up their pace, riding her face with animalistic speed. Jongho hunches forward, little 'ah, ah, ah's leaving her lips as the string in her tummy comes closer to snapping.

Wooyoung's hands reach up to fondle Jongho's boobs, squeezing her nipples until the combination of pleasure and pain push her over the edge. "I'm-" Jongho gasps, her eyes screwing shut as she sits up on her knees and a strong stream of squirt drenches Wooyoung's face, running down her neck and into her hair that frames her face like a halo. Jongho's legs shake as she brings a trembling hand to her clit, rubbing fervently until the final drops of her release hit Wooyoung's chin.

Her ears are ringing and she can't feel her toes. "Oh my God," she sighs, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Jongho finally opens her eyes and looks down at Wooyoung, who looks the most in love she ever has despite the way her eyelashes clump together with Jongho's release.

She can't help the adoring smile that blooms across her face as she knee walks backwards to kiss Wooyoung, groaning when she gets a taste of herself and something so uniquely Wooyoung. "You wanna get the strap out?" Jongho asks against her girlfriend's lips, and is quickly winded when her back hits the mattress.

Jongho watches, enamoured, as Wooyoung trips over her pants in her haste to get completely undressed and quickly reach their toy box at the same time. In what feels like seconds, Wooyoung is back in front of Jongho, naked with her hand resting over the sticky spot on her happy trail as the other holds their favourite dildo and a harness. "I'm going to get you pregnant," she says, gravely serious as she surges forward to envelop Jongho's lips in a filthy kiss.

"You can certainly try," Jongho says, laughing as Wooyoung finally gives her a moment to breathe, "I don't know how close you'll get, thou-" her words are cut off with a squeak when Wooyoung prods at her hole without warning, the finger being pulled back just as quickly once Wooyoung realises she's loose enough after her earth-shattering orgasm.

Wooyoung tightens the harness straps around her hips, a crazed look in her eyes as she crawls closer until she's caging Jongho in her arms. Jongho's hole flutters. "I'm going to succeed," Wooyoung says, placing her hands behind Jongho's knees to put her calves over her shoulders and placing a quick kiss to her inner thigh. "I mean, you're so ready for my cock right now… It has to take, right?"

"You're insane," Jongho laughs, despite the way her stomach does flips at Wooyoung's words. "But-" The words get caught in her throat as her girlfriend teases the head of her dick against her slit, refusing to push in. Jongho takes a shaky gasp, pushing herself up on her elbows before continuing, "But, that's what I love about you."

A quick kiss from Wooyoung. "That's what I thought," is whispered against Jongho's lips before Wooyoung thrusts all the way in.