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The Other Part Of Me - Ssamkura

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“God, Sakura. You need to stop.”

“Don’t wanna,” Sakura mumbled into Chaewon’s neck. The hand currently cupping one of Chaewon’s breasts squeezed slightly and Chaewon groaned, arching into the contact. Her hips, angled away from her girlfriend’s body, rocked upwards, thrusting into the air.

She was hard, painfully so, and it really wasn’t fair of Sakura to tease her so much when she knew full well what time of month it was. She was pretty sure that her penis freaked the hell out of her girlfriend. Of course, Sakura insisted she was fine with it, but the first time they’d gotten a little heated in their making out when it was there, she’d grown hard against Sakura’s thigh and she was sure she’d seen a brief look of panic cross her girlfriend’s face.

It’s not that they didn’t have sex; the other twenty eight or so days of the month, they were practically insatiable, but since that first time, she’d been very careful not to let their makeout sessions progress too far during those three days. Right this second, though, Sakura was on her side, fitted tight against Chaewon, sucking and biting on her neck and sending Chaewon insane with need. They’d lost their shirts a while ago and Chaewon could feel the hard points of Sakura’s nipples dragging across her skin with each small movement of her girlfriend’s body.

“I’m serious,” Chaewkn said between laboured breaths. “God, you’re driving me crazy and we can’t.”

Sakura’s hand trailed down from Chaewon’s breast, over her stomach. “We can.” She reached the waistband of Chaewon’s sweat pants. “I want to.” She cupped Chaewon over her clothes, pressing down lightly.

Chaewon released a ragged moan. “Jisoos, Sakura. Don’t—don’t say that if you don’t mean it because I want you so, so much.”

“I mean it.” Her hand applied more pressure, sliding along the length of Chaewon’s cock. Chaewon’s eyes rolled back and she felt herself grow even harder under the touch. “Do you—do you have a condom?”

Chaewon shook her head. “No, but we don’t—God, don’t do that when I’m trying to think.” She stopped to pull Sakura’s hand away from her, bringing it up kiss at the knuckles. Sakura just giggled at her. Chaewon continued speaking after a few seconds of gathering her senses. “I can’t get you pregnant,” she said. “And we’ve both already been tested, so we don’t need one. I mean, if that’s okay with you?”

Sakura nodded. “Yeah.”

Before Chaewon had chance to say anything further, Sakura’s hand was back, flitting down her stomach, this time reaching under her sweats. Deft fingers grazed the soft skin of Chaewon’s length and she shuddered, canting upwards.

“Is—is this okay?” Sakura asked, repeating the motion.

“Yeah… that’s… it’s good, really good.”

Sakura grinned as Chaewon stuttered through the sentence. Her fingers became surer in their touch, circling Chaewon’s cock in a firm grip and pulling upwards with increasing speed. Chaewon groaned, hips rising to meet each of Sakura’s strokes. Her own hand had never felt anywhere near as good as this and, Jisoos, what was it going to feel like when she was finally buried inside of Sakura? She really hoped she wasn’t going to embarrass herself because she was so far gone already and Sakura had barely even touched her.