Iz*one Oneshots

Skipping Class - Ssamjang

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Wonyoung had been doing this since she was a sophomore, but the nerve wracking-ness of it was still strong as the first day she snuck out of school.

She swallowed hard and surveyed the empty hallway where her locker was. The exit towards the back of the school was a few feet away, and she knew for a fact that no one ever checks the security cameras. Oneiric High was too lenient to do routine checks. So skipping class was too easy. Everyone had done it at least once, but common practice never made Wonyoung feel better about it.

What made her feel better was seeing Chaewon.

Wonyoung glanced at her phone and saw two texts from her girlfriend. It read:

—Where are you, Wonnie? I’ve been here for like, twenty minutes.
—Don’t tell me you’re feeling guilty now???

The younger chuckled and wiped her glasses calmly. She liked making Chaewon wait; it made her needier and her desperation was always a turn on. Wonyoung liked being in control like that. Still, she packed up her things and confidently, so as not to attract too much attention, walked out the back entrance to the student parking lot where Chaewon was waiting in the middle of the parking lot. She was playing with her phone, Wonyoung’s helmet tucked under her arm. It was black with a haphazard spray paint of a gold star on it—Chaewon's own doing.

“There you are.” Chaewon grinned at the sight of her. “You didn’t get in trouble, did you?" She was dressed in a black jacket, the collar popped up to ward off the spring breeze. Her eyes, hidden by reflective sunglasses, and her motorcycle rumbled while she was perched on it. “Still feeling guilty?”

Wonyoung shook her head and stood beside Chaewon as she placed the helmet on her head. She adjusted the straps and leaned in to kiss her, forehead bumping against the hard plastic. “Hop on, sweetheart. Before the authorities come.”

She rode behind Chaewon and wrapped her arms around her narrow waist, palms grazing her thighs over her tight jeans. Chaewon made a soft noise as she kicked the stand, the motorcycle pulling out of the parking lot. “Watch those hands, Wonnie. Don’t wanna get into an accident just ‘cuz you can’t get your hands off my dick.”

Wonyoung nudged her head against Chaewon's back as she laughed, but kept her hands still for the time being. She instead relished the feel of Chaewon's back against her body. Wonyoung loved the firmness of her, her warmth, her smell. She closed her eyes while Chaewon wove through the empty roads, in no rush to get to wherever she wanted to go.

At a stoplight, Wonyoung blindly palmed Chaewon's crotch until she found the shape of her cock where the ripped denim stretched taut. She rubbed the growing bulge, Chaewon groaning under her breath. “Babe, you’re not really planning on jacking me off while we wait for this red light, are you?”

Wonyoung didn’t reply. Instead, she tugged Chaewon's zipper and wriggled her tiny hand in between the slit to feel her cock. “Commando?” She asked, her fingertip tracing the vein that was thick and throbbing along her shaft. “Unnie, you naughty girl.”

“Excuse me, miss hand down my pants.” Chaewon continued to drive as the light became green. The motorcycle inched down the road. “Seriously, Wonyoungie. Hands off or you’ll get fined. By me. Distracted driving is a bad thing, remember?”

Chaewon was grasping at straws now and Wonyoung couldn’t help but grin. The power over her, it was intoxicating. She pulled out Chaewon's cock and the green eyed girl moaned, the engine revving fiercely when her grip tightened on the acceleration. “Jisoos…”