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On bright, crisp Fridays, Yujin often finds herself saying ‘fuck it’ to class as she packs her overnight bag to spend the weekend with her girlfriend. It is not as if her presence is required in lectures anyway, and Yujin is a smart girl. She reads her class notes on the train that stems from Gangnam to Seoul, and in those hours, it is as if she attended the lecture. Except by the end of it, she is now closer to Wonyoung.

She checks the large clock that was scattered all over the train station. If Yujin’s assumptions are right, Wonyoung would be practicing for her upcoming midterm dance exam. Yujin grabs a food on the way, asks a freshman for the location of the dance studio, and when she arrives, it is as if Christmas has come early.

Wonyoung is alone—maybe because it is a Friday—bent over a ballet barre, dressed in black tights, her thick, wavy locks draped across her shoulders as she stretched. The stirring in Yujin’s pants are inevitable. She locks the door behind her, drops her bag on one of the benches, and stalks her way behind Wonyoung. Her cock feels heavy and constricting, that she presses herself against Wonyoung’s back with no preamble whatsoever.

“Wha—Yujin?!” Wonyoung gasps, but Yujin is not hearing any of it. She cups Wonyoung’s ass and presses herself against Wonyoung’s pliant body. Yujin buries her nose into Wonyoung’s neck and breathes in the scent of her girlfriend, a low growl rumbling through her chest. “Fuck, you smell so good.” She hums, nips the soft skin of Wonyoung’s neck, as her clothed cock ruts into the crevice of Wonyoung’s shapely ass.

Wonyoung whimpers and bites on her bottom lip to stop her moans, but Yujin is not having any of it. She suckles on her pulse point and continues humping her through her clothes. “Y-Yujin, we can’t… Not here—“ Wonyoung tighten her grip on the barre with a sharp gasp when Yujin bit hard on her jawline.

“Yes we can. I closed the door and everything.” Yujin bends her over roughly and unzips her fly to take out her cock. She rubs the rigid shaft against Wonyoung’s clothed ass. “I haven’t had you in weeks, Wonnie… God, I just want to eat you, make you come all over my mouth.” Yujin crouches down, tugging Wonyoung’s workout shorts down, along with her fishnet stockings. Wonyoung squeaks, but Yujin palm on her ass was enough to make her bite her lip to maintain silence. “Fuck, look at that pink pussy…”

Yujin parts Wonyoung's pussy lips with her thumbs to get a good look at Wonyoung. She fingers her stiffening clit, her mouth latching onto her inner thigh. She sucks, rough and sloppy, until a red bruise appears. “Y-Yujin, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Wonyoung whispers. Her thighs are trembling, and Yujin grip them to keep her steady.

“Why not? I always make you come.” Yujin smirks and laves her tongue all over Wonyoung’s plump flesh. Moaning at the taste that filled her mouth, Yujin yanks Wonyoung by the thighs so she can bury her mouth and nose into her pussy. Wonyoung yelps and grips the barre with shaky fists.

“O-oh my god…” Wonyoung bites her lip and sees their reflection in the mirror. Yujin, greedily lapping away at the steady stream of her pussy, with her cock jutting out from her zipper. It is rock hard, pale, and thick. It is enough to make Wonyoung drool, and drool she did. Yujin flicks her tongue across her clit, her nose dipping into Wonyoung’s clenching hole. “Yujin, I need your cock in my mouth. I want to suck on it, and taste your come on my tongue. Please, baby?”

“Not until your pussy clenches when you come around my tongue.” Yujin growls, and as soon as Wonyoung grips the barre with her arm, Yujin’s slippery, skilled tongue pushes into her slick cunt. She laps at Wonyoung’s walls, her taste always enough to sate the hunger of Yujin’s desire. Yujin suckles harder, spit and girl come dripping down her chin and onto the hardwood floor. Wonyoung moans at the sight, her eyes locked on the reflection of Yujin’s actions.

Yujin is relentless, her mouth doing things that Wonyoung thinks only come from porn. She curls her tongue around Wonyoung’s clit and bites roughly on it. Wonyoung grits her teeth and ruts her ass back into Yujin skilled mouth. She rides her tongue until she feels her body tingle and stir. “Y-Yujin, oh fuck, I’m—“

Smirking, Yujin brings her fingers to Wonyoung’s clit and pinches it as her tongue thrusts in and out of her dripping pussy. Wonyoung screams, and in a gasp of Yujin’s name, her entire body shivers. Her pussy clenches and gushes as she comes. Yujin holds her steady as she laps away at her twitching pussy. She scrambles to her feet, grabbing her cock by the base and swiping it across Wonyoung’s sensitive cunt.

She doesn’t give Wonyoung time to beg. Yujin snaps her hips and in one full thrust, her cock stretches Wonyoung still grasping pussy. “So tight and wet…” Yujin murmurs, her eyes locking with Wonyoung’s, as she bends over the ballet barre. “You love choking my cock in your pussy, babe?” She grasps Wonyoung’s hips and pounds into her, rough and desperate. “I love this pussy, I love you.” Yujin leans forward, presses her front to Wonyoung’s back and bites the shell of her ear.

Wonyoung bites her lip, knowing that she tends to get loud whenever Yujin is in a mood of rough fucking. She watches, listens intently at the way Yujin’s balls slap against her skin with every deep thrust into her soaking pussy. “Yes, Yujin…” Wonyoung groans, her eyes locking with Yujin’s through the mirror. “Love how you fuck me…” She uses her pussy muscles to massage Yujin’s hard shaft, breaking the steady rhythm of Yujin’s thrusts. “You feel so big inside, oh my god. I can feel your cock all the way inside—“

Yujin smirks and ruts into her in an increased pace, not caring anymore if anyone walks in on them. “When we get back to your apartment, I’m taking you on every surface.” She murmurs. She tightens her grip on Wonyoung’s hips, forming half-crescents on Wonyoung’s smooth skin. “I’ll fuck your tight little pussy on the couch, the kitchen table, against the front door…”

“But Yuri Unnie—“

“Screw Yuri Unnie.” Yujin murmurs, reaching down to flick the stiff bud that throbs between Wonyoung’s slick thighs. Yujin pinches and rubs, lets Wonyoung’s clit slide in between her soaked fingers. “She’ll understand. You’re mine, and she knows that. So I’ll fuck you on every inch of your apartment, make you scream my name until you lose your voice.” She snaps her hips and feels her balls constrict. Still, she holds out coming. Yujin fucks into Wonyoung, their hips clapping in a rough, constant noise.

Wonyoung’s mouth parts in a silent scream. Her pussy clenches and grasps at Yujin’s thick meat, her come gushing out of her. Yujin grunts and pounds into her a few more times. “You want my come in your mouth, Wonnie?” She asks tightly. She is so close, she can feel her precome steadily pulsing out of the tip of her cock.

“Yes!” Wonyoung grits out. She scrambles to her knees, her spine tingling with her orgasm. She parts her mouth and watches Yujin jerk herself off. While Yujin focuses on the beautiful sight of Wonyoung, on her knees before her. Her balls tighten, and with a stuttered gasp, Yujin comes, whimpering Wonyoung’s name as white streaks of come paint her pink tongue. “Holy fuck…” Yujin grunts, a spurt escaping Wonyoung’s mouth to spill across her cheeks. “God damn, baby…”

Wonyoung smirks, locking eyes with Yujin as she swallows. The sight of Wonyoung’s throat bobbing is enough to make Yujin’s entire body jolt. She moans and tugs Wonyoung to stand up. Yujin tucks herself back in her jeans and makes sure Wonyoung is fully dressed. Yujin kisses the tip of her nose and wraps an arm around her hip as Wonyoung’s knees are still weak and shaky. “Take me home and make do on that promise, Yujin.” Wonyoung husks in her ear.

Yujin gives a fake salute, her cock already stirring in her pants. “Yes ma’am.”