𝑆𝐿𝑌 || 𝗿𝗺𝗮

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they're late—fashionably late as kumiho yelled from their room, changing her outfit for the fourth time

❝ kumi, i know you want to look good but please h— ❞

❝ what about this one? ❞

oh, maybe they won't make it to the party whatsoever. kumiho stepped out of the bathroom as she wore a spaghetti strap blue halter satin maxi dress. it was simple, classy, elegant and fuck—she looked gorgeous

the slit in her thighs showcased her thighs so delectably. the fabric hugged her chest perfectly

kumiho was busy fixing her hair and didn't notice her wide-eyed girlfriend or how her mouth was slightly ajar

❝ baby, are you gonna respond or what? ❞, kumiho huffed, finally turning to look at her with a raised brow

❝ um ❞, rema trailed off, still busy admiring kumiho's physique, ❝ you mind giving me a little spin? ❞

despite her confusion, kumiho shrugged her shoulders and complied. a subtle bite on rema's lips as her gaze landed on kumiho's ass

where ever she bought that dress—thank the lord because that dress really did hug her thighs tight, almost like a second skin. the way that dress accentuated her waist and the amazing fit gave away the perfect showcase of her ass

❝ so? are you finally done ogling me yet? ❞, kumiho rest a hand on her waist, tilting her head to one side

❝ come here, let me fix the wrinkles on the dress ❞

kumiho glanced down, trying to find any crease and didn't find any yet she still did as rema asked. rema watched as she walked over to where she was sitting and waited until she was close before pulling kumiho down so she was sitting on rema's lap

her hands resting perfectly on kumiho's ass

❝ right—now's not the time for this ❞, kumiho tried to wiggle herself out but rema held her in place, her hands running over her thighs

❝ your dress is driving me crazy ❞, rema whispered, planting kisses on kumiho's neck that made her hitch a breath in. she continued kissing the exposed part of kumiho's collarbone

❝ aren't you the one who said we'll be late? ❞

❝ i did but i've got more important things to do ❞, rema replied, her nose grazing kumiho's jaws, ❝ and that is to rip this dress off of you—so let's stay ❞

❝ ..sure ❞, kumiho whispered against rema's lips as she parted her own, letting rema take him, savouring the taste of peaches from kumiho's lipgloss

she gripped her ass, nail's digging on the rose of kumiho's waist and successfully ripping it apart

❝ i don't the others would be happy about us not going to the party ❞

❝ i don't care... ❞

↳-end of chapter! i hope u enjoy^^-༉‧₊˚✧