"¡callarse la boca! - hazme." pt2

Bbangsaz: Addiction

Today was my long-awaited sleepover with Hanni. After high school, we ended up going to different universities. As a result, Hanni had moved out into an apartment of her own, while I remained at my parent’s house. This meant that it was harder to spend time with her…but we both felt it was still too early to start living together.

Plus, it only made our time together that much more precious.

As I arrived at Hanni’s apartment, I pulled out my phone to check my messages. I texted her that I was on my way thirty minutes ago, but it looked like she hadn’t seen it yet. Frowning, I typed out another message: I’m almost here , before sending it, hoping she would notice this time.

But no luck. Before I knew it, the door was already looming before me, and still no sign of activity from Hanni. At this point, I could feel the worry constricting in the pit of my stomach, and I reached out and pressed the doorbell with trepidation.

I waited in tense silence for what seemed like an eternity, with no response coming from inside. Was Hanni not at home? Or did something happen to her? Just as I was about to ring the doorbell again, there was the sound of hurried footsteps approaching on the other side, and my heart leaped in relief.

With a click of the lock, the door swung open to reveal the diminutive figure of my girlfriend. “Min-, unnie!? You’re, early…” Hanni was panting as if she’d just been running a marathon.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I thought I was supposed to come over at three? What were you doing? I texted you earlier, but you weren’t reading my messages…”

“O-oh, it’s three already? I didn’t, notice…ahaha…” Hanni laughed awkwardly. Now that I looked closely, she looked like a mess. Her hair was dishevelled, and her clothes looked like they’d been thrown on in a hurry. In addition, her face was flushed.

“…Hanni, what were you doing?” I asked warily. This was looking more suspicious by the second.

“Um…taking a nap?” Hanni replied, her voice going high pitched.

“Hm.” Stepping forward, I moved past Hanni to enter the flat, letting her close the door behind me. The room smelled like air freshener. As I surveyed the room, I noticed that the bed in the corner looked rumpled, with the covers hastily arranged on top.

Hmmm.

“A nap, was it?” I said, in a casual tone. My anxiety had faded, replaced by another, different emotion that was slowly stirring within me.

“Y-yes…” Timid, hesitant. It was the voice of someone who knew the game was up.

I continued to speak as I put down my bags and began to tug my shoes off, setting them down next to Hanni’s. “You know what I think, Hanni?” Keeping that same playful tone.

Straightening up, I turned to face Hanni, who was fidgeting restlessly by the doorway. How adorable. I pressed forward, forcing Hanni back until her back hit the door. Now that she had nowhere to go, I leaned down to whisper hotly in her ear. “I think…that someone’s been naughty.”

“Minji-unnie…I, hyah,” Hanni yelped when I pressed a palm against the crotch of her shorts, making her quiver.

“I bet you’re soaked under those shorts, aren’t you?” I teased. “Why don’t you tell me what you were doing before I arrived, Hanni?”

At my words, Hanni reddened. “I…I didn’t mean to lose track of time…nngh!” She bit back a moan as I caught the delicate flesh of her earlobe between my teeth, gently tugging on it.

“That’s not what I asked.” I allowed some steel to enter my words, letting her know that I expected her to answer properly.

“You know I can tell, don’t you?” I continued, my voice turning seductive again. “It’s already soaked through…I can feel how wet you are even through the shorts. Did you not have time to put on your panties, hm?” As I spoke, I began to gyrate my hand ever so slightly to emphasise my point; there was indeed a patch of damp, sticky fabric clinging to my skin, and it was only getting wetter.