Nueng2 Oneshots (Maybe?)

Story 8: Playing with Fire

The evening of the networking event for Anueng's internship was approaching, and both she and Nueng were getting ready. The room was filled with the soft hum of excitement and the rustling of fabric as they prepared.

Nueng was lounging on the bed, scrolling through her phone, her relaxed posture betraying her indifference about the upcoming event. She wasn't particularly enthusiastic about attending, but the moment Anueng emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a sleek, navy-blue dress that accentuated her figure, Nueng's attention was immediately captured.

Anueng twirled in front of the mirror, admiring her reflection. "What do you think?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Nueng looked up, her gaze softening as she took in Anueng's outfit. "You look stunning, as always," she said, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

Anueng approached her, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Nueng's lips. "Thank you," she whispered against her mouth. "I'm glad you think so. I was hoping you'd like it."

Nueng pulled her in for a longer kiss, her fingers lightly tracing Anueng's cheek. "I do. But you know I'd rather stay in tonight."

Anueng chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I know, but it's important for my internship. Besides, I think it'll be fun. And I need you there with me."

Nueng sighed, but the playful glint in Anueng's eyes made it hard to resist. "Alright, I'm coming."

Anueng chuckled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Thank you Ar-Nueng."

Nueng sighed, but the playful glint in Anueng's eyes made it hard to resist. "Ok, ok. Just don't expect me to be thrilled about mingling with a bunch of strangers."

Anueng's grin widened as she stepped back to put the finishing touches on her look. "You might be surprised," she said with a mysterious smile. "Sometimes events like these can be more interesting than they seem."

As Anueng finished her preparations, Nueng decided it was time to change into her own outfit. She stood up from the bed and, with a casual grace, began unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her toned figure. Anueng watched intently, her gaze filled with admiration and a hint of desire.

Nueng, seemingly unaware of Anueng's intense scrutiny, slipped out of her clothes with ease and began rummaging through her wardrobe. After a moment of contemplation, she selected a simple, elegant dress—black, form-fitting, and just the right blend of sophistication and understated allure.

Without hesitation, Nueng stepped into the dress and started to pull it up, her movements fluid and confident. She caught Anueng's eye in the mirror and smirked. "I hope you're not planning on making us late," she teased, her voice laced with amusement.

Anueng, unable to resist the temptation, stood up and moved closer. She reached out, her fingers grazing along Nueng's bare shoulders as she helped adjust the dress. "I'm just admiring," she said softly, her touch lingering as she zipped up the back of the dress. "You always look incredible."

Nueng's breath hitched slightly at Anueng's touch. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes locking with Anueng's in the mirror. "You're going to distract me if you keep this up."

Anueng leaned in, her lips brushing against Nueng's ear. "Is that a bad thing?" she whispered, her voice thick with desire. Her hands slid down, lightly tracing the curves of Nueng's waist and hips.

Nueng shivered, a mix of pleasure and frustration bubbling inside her. "We'll be late if you don't let me finish," she said, though her tone lacked any real conviction.

Anueng's hands continued their exploration, her touch both tender and possessive. "I just can't help it," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Nueng's neck. "You look so amazing, I can't resist."