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Warnings: uh smut ig? so if you're not interested in these kinds of things, just leave :)
"Let me make a heart hair." Bora laid down on their shared bed, lifting her head slightly so she could push her hair up, while her other hand was holding the camera.
"Wow, it looks like I have so much hair." She giggled, which earned a giggle from her roommate as well.
"I'm jealous." Bora heard her roommate say. She took a glance at her, but her back was facing her because Handong was fixing something from the vanity table. She turned to face her camera to continue vlogging.
Bora was struggling . She couldn't put her phone down or else the fans won't see the attempted "heart hair", and she didn't think that it would be hard to make it while lying down, with her other hand holding her phone. She was also afraid because she might drop her phone on her face (and she doesn't want to embarrass herself. Not to her fans since she can still edit this footage, but to Handong. These days, she's finding herself lacking air whenever Handong is close to her. And it's just fortunate that she's roommates with her on this tour—but she likes it, she just doesn't want to admit it)
"I can't do it by myself." Bora said while still trying to salvage the heart. But her heaven-sent (or maybe not, not with the look she's giving her right now that Bora can't read, but it's not the usual one) offered to help.
"Do you need help?" Handong said. Bora didn't want to completely look at Handong because there was this teasing lit in her voice that Bora caught, and she doesn't know if it was her brain playing with her or not. But she managed to take a glance at her roommate a while ago. Her shirt rode up because of her movements, exposing a part of her midriff, and she caught Handong looking .
"Yes." Handong was moving around the room and Bora can't help but follow her with her eyes. There was this suggestive look on her face but Bora didn't want to indulge in it and let her brain think about weird things.
"Okay, then," Handong said with a sultry voice and with those fucking eyes that were darkening little by little as she approaches Bora at the side of the bed. Bora was feeling sweat on her back, and shivers throughout her body, all because of Handong. Stupid Handong who was starting to look hot and beautiful in Bora's eyes ever since she wore that cat outfit in their previous online concert (Don't get her wrong, she thinks all of her members are beautiful people, but her heart aches in a way she can't understand whenever Handong is there).
"Call me unnie." Bora was in utter shock. She placed her hand over her mouth, not believing what Handong just requested her to do. Handong rounded the bed and stood at the foot of the bed, slowly crawling towards Bora. The older woman felt goosebumps travel all over her body when Handong placed a hand on her thigh, which was slowly making its way up, sliding over her clothed stomach, and ending on her arm. Bora was trying so hard to keep her composure, but her brain was going haywire and her heart was beating faster with how close Handong is. And wow, was Handong always this pretty?
Her cheeks were slowly imitating the color of a tomato. God, it's not the first time that she's been this close to Handong but why is this so different? She gulped and said, "Psh, that's absurd. Never mind then." Bora attempted to stand up but Handong pushed her down. The Chinese woman reached over to stop Bora's recording, removing her phone from her hand, and replacing it with her own. Bora was, well, pinned down by Handong at this point, but she couldn't find the urge to scream or laugh or push Handong away, not when she's this close, not when her eyes are locked on her, not when Handong is on her lap, putting her in place and pushing her down.
"D-dong-ah..." Bora called out. She doesn't know what else to say. Should she tell Handong to move aside? Should she shout at her for treating her like this? Should she get mad at Handong for disrespecting her?
But no, her body is betraying her. She wants Handong to be like this to her. And really, Bora is so so close to Handong's lips, just a little bit and her own lips will be on Handong's. Damn lips that she's been looking at the whole night.
And maybe Handong wants it too because Bora could see her eyes flick from her eyes to her lips too. She just watched as Handong shifted upwards a little bit and used her other hand to form the heart that Bora wanted, often looking back at Bora, smiling that wicked smile, and laughing that low but expensive-sounding laugh.
Bora looked up, she couldn't really see how the heart is, and she doesn't even care about the heart anymore. What she cares about is how once she looks in front of her, the expanse of Handong's neck is her view, how she wants to see her lip marks on it, and how beautiful it would look on her pale skin. Her heightened senses could feel how Handong shifts her weight on top of her, how she could hear low hums from the younger woman. It's driving her insane.
Handong finished the heart soon enough and went back down to meet Bora's eyes. She smiled, a mix of teasing, happy that she got Bora, and something more that Bora knows what but her pride doesn't allow her to admit it.
"So, are you going to call me unnie?" Bora's breath got stuck in her throat, gulping down as she watched Handong get closer to her. It was getting harder to breathe, her chest tightening because fuck, she can feel Handong's breath against her lips. She could just call her unnie to make this stop, she could just do what Handong wants, she could just tease her back, but she doesn't.
Not when she finally felt Handong's lips locking her own.
Bora was surprised by the sudden warm lips overlapping her own, but she soon welcomed it, closing her eyes to indulge in the feeling and the thought that Handong is kissing her. She can't hear anything except the sound of their lips moving and her heartbeat drumming in her ears loudly, loudly that she can't breathe, and it doesn't help that Handong is kissing her so well that it makes her more breathless.
When Handong pulled out, Bora had time to breathe. But she couldn't even catch her breath because Handong was starting to kiss her neck. God, Bora is ashamed of the sound that she let out and she immediately thought of the other members who might've heard her.
But Handong looked up to her, that cat-like gaze that has been worming into her dreams recently, and Bora forgot about their neighboring rooms.
Handong slipped her hand out of Bora's to touch the side of her neck, traveling down to her sides, her arms, and back to her neck. Bora was a whimpering mess. She loved it. The sensation of Handong's soft lips against her own skin, her hand that was exploring her body, which found its way inside her shirt (not that she's complaining though), Bora never thought it would feel this good. She placed her now free hand at the back of Handong's head, arching her head back to give Handong more access.
But the younger woman didn't seem to like that because she stopped and looked up at her. She sat up with a raised eyebrow, pinning Bora down once again with her wrists crossed against each other, pushing her wrists on the white covers.
"No touching until you call me unnie." She smirked as she leaned down, placing her mouth near Bora's ear, making sure to breathe out, sending a thousand shivers down Bora's spine. Gosh, she's gonna faint if Handong doesn't stop this.
"Come on, Bora. Call me unnie." Bora whined when Handong called her by her name. In normal circumstances, Bora would not let that pass. But no, she's under Handong's spell right now, and she knows she will do everything that she asks her to do.
Handong slipped her hand back into Bora's shirt, pleased at the reaction that she was drawing out from the older woman. She traveled the plane of Bora's toned stomach while giving kisses on her neck. She's not gonna lie, this is affecting her as well. She could feel her face heating up because of how Bora looked and sounds right now, all because of her.
Trying to suppress her moans, she bit down on Bora's neck, lightly marking the area. She's been wanting to, ever since seeing Bora in that low-cut purple blouse, that also exposed her toned body, and that skirt that exposed her milky and smooth legs, and how most of the older woman's outfits will expose her neck, how she'll probably struggle to cover it up.
God, it makes Handong's brain think about more things.
Bora closed her eyes and bit her lip down, trying (and failing) to hold back. It's unfair, she wants to touch and kiss too.
Handong was tracing the curve of her breast and really, she just wanted to put Handong's hand on top and squeeze it forcefully. And the woman on top of her had that smirk on her lips and was looking at her steadfastly. The eye contact was too much for Bora.
"Look at me and call me unnie." Bora gulped for the nth time today. She feels so helpless and weak under Handong's gaze (and well, under Handong). There was this weird flutter in her chest when Handong's gaze softened for a bit to make sure that if Bora wants to call it quits, she can. But she wants Handong as much as Handong wants her. She swallowed down the scolding for Handong, and chose to say,
"Unnie..." Handong smirked before she let go of Bora's wrists. The older woman immediately wrapped her arms around Handong's neck to pull her close. She brought Handong up to kiss her again with fervent want for her.
"Good girl." Handong sat up to remove her yellow shirt that ended up somewhere on the hotel floor. She took the time to admire their main dancer, taking in her heaving chest, the lace that is covering her voluptuous features, down to her toned stomach. Bora arched her back when Handong traced her fingertips on her sides, and Handong could feel the effect it had on the older woman when she felt goosebumps rise.
Handong lowered herself and gave light pecks on Bora's stomach. God, this woman is a goddess, Handong thinks.
"God, Dongie, don't stop please." However, Bora groaned in disappointment when Handong retracted her lips on Bora's body.
"That's not my name, baby." Bora bit her lip down as she stared at Handong. She raised her eyebrow, waiting for Bora to say something.
"Unnie," Gosh, it wasn't hard to say this with her older friends, "Please- Please, don't stop."
"Better." Handong got her work done again, and Bora didn't even care whatever she was letting out or how much of a mess she was. All she cares about right now, is Handong, how her lips are slowly marking her body, and how she's looking up at her like she's the prettiest thing in this whole world.
Handong slowly slid her hands at Bora's back, playing with the clips of her bra. It's cute how the younger woman blushed, subtly asking for permission to remove the offending thing, to which Bora nodded. Her bra soon joined her shirt on the floor, and Handong wasted no time in making Bora feel wanted.
Gods, has Handong always been this good with her mouth? Bora doesn't know if she'd pull away or arch her back to give in more. Handong is just so so good, filthy sounds of her sucking filling the air. And if you're gonna ask Handong, she's enjoying herself too. Their main dancer probably has the best features among all of them, and to be the one touching them, to be the lucky one to touch and kiss them, to be the one to play with them and watch how much it affects Bora, Handong thanks the snake ladder game that granted them to be roommates.
"You're so beautiful, Bora." It wasn't the first time that Bora has heard from someone else that she was beautiful, but it sounds holy, like a worship when it came out of Handong's lips. Much to Bora's displeasure, Handong retracted her mouth from her breasts. But that disappointment soon turned into satisfaction because Handong was moving lower, lower to where Bora needed her the most.
Handong placed a peck on her hipbone, twirling the strings of her jogging pants in her fingers. Bora raised her head to look at Handong, who was already looking at her. Tugging at the strings, Handong asked,
"May I?" Bora nodded and she laid her head again. She breathed out because she can't take it anymore. The mere image of Handong between her legs was already making her feel faint, what if Handong took things further? It would be so embarrassing to faint and Handong hasn't even touched her yet.
Pulling down her jogging pants, Handong kneeled on the floor and parted Bora's legs with her hands. It gives her so much pride that the older woman is like this because of her, that because of her, her underwear is ruined. She was losing her mind too because of what she was seeing. Handong wanted to skip the teasing part, but it was so fun to see Bora getting impatient, especially when the dancer gets too excited and eccentric most of the time.
"Unnie, please..." Bora begged. Handong cheered in victory in her mind because she managed to lower the defenses of the older woman, voluntarily calling her by that name. And wow, she never thought it would be nice to hear. She too, could feel her own slick in her underwear at this point.
Handong kissed the inside of her ankles, to her calves, her fingers slowly brushing the outside of her legs, kissing her thighs with her touch ghosting over where Bora is aching . Handong chuckled when Bora lifted her hips up, but she pushed it down, and marked her thigh.
"Patience, baby. I thought you're good?" Bora gulped as she nodded. As much as she wants to just disobey Handong, to just grab and grind on her face, Bora wants to be good because she knows in her head that Handong will please her better.
"Okay, unnie." Handong licked the area that she marked, smirking as Bora's hips jerked again.
"Good." Handong hooked her fingers at Bora's underwear and tugged it down slowly because she wanted to take in the flushed and pink sight in front of her. "All of this for me, baby?" She parted her folds, making her tongue lick her lips involuntarily.
Bora groaned because Handong is touching her oh so lightly, but with the look that Handong's giving her right now, she has to answer. She's demanding an answer. "Y-yes, unnie."
When Handong hooked her legs and pulled her closer, Bora breathed in anticipation, propping herself up by using her elbows. Her scent is making Handong dizzy, the image of her pussy dripping and wet all just for her makes her dizzier. And Bora's been good to her all night so she better reward her right?
Just as she was about to go in,
Ding Dong
"Fuck..." Handong stood up reluctantly to get to the door. Bora quickly scrambled to dress herself again. She hates it that someone interrupted them when they were just about to get to the fun part, she hates it that when she wore her underwear again, it was wet and full of slick, she hates it that she had to dress herself up again, when she envisioned that her naked body will be encased with Handong's the whole night.
She heard Handong thank someone outside, bringing in plastics.
"It's our burgers." Shit, how could Bora forget that they ordered food? Not to hate on the delivery guy, but how could he deliver this when Handong was about to make this the best night of her life?
Handong sat down and ushered Bora to sit down beside her. "Come on, or the food will get cold." She wanted to scream and whine because she's super frustrated, but maybe that could wait? Especially with the look that Handong is giving her right now, who knows what would happen after they eat.
They ate while talking, the usual one where they banter and all. Thankfully, Handong is treating everything as normal, like nothing happened between them, like Bora was actually gonna be her midnight snack if the delivery didn't come. It makes her relax for a moment and indulge in their burgers.
Handong finished eating first because her burger was smaller than Bora's, crumpling the wrapper and throwing it back in the plastic, and taking a sip of her coke. Handong looked at Bora and placed her hand on her thigh. She smiled, and whoever will see this would say that she looks so innocent and pure, but Bora knows that this smile is far from that, and said,
"Want me to make that heart hair again later?" With that knowing smile, it made Bora smile too. And maybe, everything is alright, that it's okay to enjoy this night with Handong, and even the rest of the tour.
"Okay... unnie."
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