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namjoo is having a hard time.
calling it a hard time would be an understatement. scratch that, namjoo is having a really hard fucking time.
her girlfriend, her amazing and sexy horndog of a girlfriend, who had marathon sex with her for the first week after they got together, who can't function without at least five orgasms a week and who would rather spend the rest of her life in between namjoo's thighs,
hasn’t had sex with her for one month, eight days, thirteen hours and fifty six minutes. namjoo has been counting.
the first week; jungha had been pms-ing, her mood cranky with sudden emotional outbursts. namjoo took care of her diligently; washed her hair, cuddled her while they watched her favourite marvel movie and ordered dinner from her favourite restaurant.
the next week; jungha started her period. while period sex was never off limits, she wasn’t just feeling it. instead, spending her week napping and cuddling with namjoo.
the third week; work had been rough for both of them; jungha working overtime due to the sudden commissions and namjoo having to grade hundreds of test papers in a short period of time. most time they spent together were in bed, in deep slumber.
the fourth week; namjoo started her period. she didn’t like having period sex, body entirely too sensitive for that. so sex was completely off the table for that week.
and the past eight days have been completely, totally unusual and weird. everytime namjoo would try to initiate something, even just a seemingly innocent neck kiss, jungha would awkwardly slide away and get busy with other stuff.
jungha would always tell her if she wasn’t in the mood. it was never like this– an uncomfortable jungha avoiding namjoo. this was very unusual, and namjoo was worried. even if namjoo asked her if something's wrong, she would just say that everything's fine with that sweet sweet smile of hers.
to sum it all up, namjoo was worried about jungha. worried that something had happened which was causing her to act like this, worried that jungha didn't enjoy sex with her anymore, worried that jungha had fallen out of love–
that's enough. namjoo said to herself as she stepped in the elevator, her lips pressed in a thin line. her heart dropped at the mere thought of something like that happening. she was too deeply in love with her doe eyed girlfriend, and the possibility of something horrendous as that scared her to death, racked her heart.
the elevator dinged and the doors opened. she was just thinking too much. she will talk to jungha today and everything will be fine. she placed her hand on the door knob. if anything goes wrong, she will get through it–
"oh, hi unnie!"
and just like that, all of namjoo's worries washes away, like waves swooping up a sandcastle as she hears her girlfriend's voice.
"hi baby, you're back home early today." namjoo gets off work at least two hours earlier than jungha. meanwhile, she freshens up and cooks dinner for both of them–usually.
"yeah, boss was in a good mood today." namjoo hears her laugh while she takes off her shoes. she then patters into the kitchen, and almost lets out a squeal at the sight.
her big (but still smaller than her) amazing and wonderful girlfriend, is cooking dinner, wearing only her pink bunny hoodie. the ears attached to the hood flop around as she moves around the kitchen. namjoo's throat starts clogging up. she clears her throat and tries to make herself sound proper.
"that's great, baby. what are you making?"
"stuffed potatoes and pasta! you can go and freshen up while the food gets ready." jungha says, not looking at her, too focused on stirring the pot full of sauce.
namjoo hums and moves to the bedroom. as she's unbuttoning her shirt, the washed away thoughts come back to the shore. jungha is good, way too good. she is so good that she is probably the type to break up with someone by cooking them a last good meal.
oh my god, is jungha really breaking up with me? namjoo thinks as she washes her face, splashing water more aggressively than usual. whatever happens, will happen for the best–
as namjoo walks back to the dining, she sees that the table is already set, the pot of pasta placed in the middle of it, along with plates and cutlery. jungha is sitting on one of the chairs, scrolling on her phone.
namjoo clears her throat. jungha looks up from her phone and smiles, already jumping to her feet. "i'll get the potatoes." she says, turning towards the oven. namjoo follows her.
"do you need any help?" namjoo asks, leaning against one of the counters. no she definitely doesn’t need any help, she is more than capable of fetching the dish by herself. but namjoo is an anxious mess, sue her.
"it's fine, i can get it!" jungha replies but namjoo still hovers around, just in case.
jungha reaches down and pulls the door of the oven, bending over and oh–jungha is wearing just a thong, what the fuck? a flimsy thong which covers basically nothing, the string nestled between her asscheeks– oh, jungha has a great ass, so big and juicy the way it reddens under her palms– fuck–what the fuck? my girlfriend is about to break up with me and i can't stop thinking about her perfect ass–
namjoo doesn't notice when jungha emerges and sets the steaming pyrex dish aside, before coming to corner namjoo against the counter. she gasps as she is cornered, jungha's hands placed on either sides of her against the counter.
jungha might be taller than most people, but she's shorter than namjoo and right now she's looking at namjoo through her lashes, big eyes blinking under her curled and wispy lashes.
"is dinner important?" jungha asks, her voice lower than usual and oh, that's her horny voice; that's the voice she uses when she wants to get fucked into the oblivion. namjoo nods no, afraid that her voice will give out if she tries using it.
jungha hums. "good," her hands circle namjoo's waist. "cause i'd like to skip straight to the dessert." before namjoo's brain can even comprehend what she said, jungha's lips are on hers.
jungha kisses her desperately, her lips already finding namjoo's bottom lip and tugging on it. namjoo mewls into the kiss. she feels like a teenager all over again, heat surging through her whole body. namjoo cups jungha's face and tilts it to deepen the kiss, the hood with floppy bunny ears slips off jungha's head. their lips meld, hot and wet. jungha tastes so sweet as always but–
her thoughts distract her again. jungha is so good that she's going to have sex with her for the very last time...? of course she will miss this, miss the way jungha's lips meld with hers, miss the soft whines that melt between their kiss–
jungha pulls away harshly. "namjoo, touch me." her voice sounds strained, roughened at the edges and her chest is heaving. then her lips are back on namjoo's and she's grabbing one of namjoo's hands guiding it under her hoodie–
namjoo hums into the kiss, hand slipping inside her thong. she feels soft hair tickle her palm. oh my god jungha didn't shave; today was really going to be the last time of her breathing on mother earth. namjoo moans into the kiss, feeling sticky warmth all over her fingers. her middle finger reaches down to brush against her clit and jungha mewls into the kiss just as her finger touches something cold and solid.
namjoo freezes for a bit before going back to touch jungha's clit again. she touches it properly this time and she is rewarded with a loud moan from jungha, along with a tight squeeze of her thighs around namjoo's hand. cold … metal? she registers.
"do you feel it?" jungha pants into namjoo's neck, her warm breath tickling her neck. namjoo feels like she just got electrocuted. oh my fucking god.
"you … that's …" namjoo starts while jungha begins noses along her neck. "fucking–fuck, i can't even fucking say it." namjoo whispers, her throat dry. jungha giggles into her neck sweetly and draws back her head to look at namjoo.
"unnie, i have never seen you like this." jungha giggles again. she's right; namjoo's pupils are fucking blown and her face is cherry red, the blush sitting high on her cheeks. she's breathing through her mouth, almost panting. she can't believe this. is she dreaming?
"is… is it real? " namjoo breathes out. she doesn't know if clit piercings can be fake or not. It's finally registering in her brain. clit piercing. jungha apparently has a clit piercing.
jungha pouts at her, looking exasperated. "of course it is! why else do you think i wasn’t having sex with you for weeks?" jungha questions. oh my sweet baby, only if you knew how many reasons i've thought of over the past month. namjoo wants to cry. how was she supposed to know?
namjoo bites her swollen lip, feeling her throat clog up. am i going to cry? god this is so embarrassing. "jungha, i thought you were breaking up with me!" she says, her voice cracking at the end.
warm hands cup her face immediately. "oh joo unnie, i am not breaking up with you, i promi–oh my god, are you crying?" namjoo doesn't know if she's crying, but then she feels jungha's her girlfriend's hands wiping under her eyes. okay, maybe she is crying but you really can't blame her.
then she's being swooped into a hug, her head nestled on jungha's shoulder. "i…i wanted to surprise you, i didn't realize i was distancing myself from you to that extent–i'm really sorry joo–i should've been careful, i am so sorry baby." she says while patting namjoo's head.
"the previous weeks were fine and i wasn’t too worried, but the past few days … it almost felt like you were repulsed by me." namjoo feels another wave of tears come to her and she sniffs wetly into her neck.
"what? unnie oh my god i'm so sorry–i definitely was not repulsed by you!–you're literally the hottest person i've ever seen and i'm grossly in love with you–" jungha pauses her rambling, taking a deep breath.
"this is too embarrassing but the reason why i basically ran away when you tried to touch me was well–i was getting too worked up."
namjoo barks out a laugh into her neck. "baby, what?"
jungha flushes red. "let me explain! you know how horny i am." she says bashfully. namjoo made a non committal hum.
"my piercing had healed since it had been a month. but, to be extra careful i decided to wait an extra week, you know–just so things didn’t go south. so, to avoid me losing self control just a few days before d-day, i avoided you. which now that i think about, was really stupid." jungha's voice becomes smaller at the end.
"it wasn’t stupid, you were just being careful–but you still had me very worried." namjoo mutters, snuggling into her neck.
"i know unnie, i'm so sorry, i love you so much, you know." jungha says, pressing a kiss to namjoo's temple.
"i know, i love you too." namjoo sighs into her neck, sniffing wetly. both of them settle into comfortable silence, jungha gently rocking her girlfriend's taller body while pressing kisses to her temple. after a while, namjoo speaks up again.
"your piercing … is it completely healed now?"
"oh yeah, my piercer told me it's completely healed now, it doesn’t hurt at all." namjoo hums. the tears have dried but some thoughts still remain in a corner of her mind. those can wait. they can talk later.
now, there's more pressing matters at hand to focus on and that is jungha's clit piercing.
"can i see?" namjoo mumbles into her neck, sheepish and barely audible if not for jungha's keen attention.
the rubs down her back stop. "you wanna see? the piercing?" namjoo hums, feeling her body warm up again, the familiar heat coming back to her.
"oh–okay. how do you want me?" fuck , even this seemingly innocent question is turning namjoo's brain into mush. jungha is so so sweet.
namjoo moves close to her ear. "on the counter, baby." she says. jungha gets only a second before she's pressed against the counter. she yelps and hooks her arms around namjoo's neck as she's hoisted up on the countertop.
then they're kissing again. the juxtaposition throws namjoo off guard. one second she's crying against jungha's shoulder and the other second, she's hoisting jungha on the counter and kissing her.
she kisses jungha passionately, swallowing her cute noises and hums as she licks into her mouth. then jungha's pulling away, pushing namjoo's shoulders till she drops to her knees.
namjoo settles on her knees easily, her hands pressing on jungha's thighs impatiently, touching and caressing, trying to spread them. then, jungha tuts and pins down namjoo's hands beside her thighs.
namjoo's face burns.
this change in dynamic gives her a headrush, mind getting hazier on lust. here she is, on her knees in front of jungha, who's looking down at her with her big, beautiful brown eyes. this isn’t how it usually goes. but namjoo doesn't mind it, not one bit.
jungha inhales. "unnie." she begins, voice strong and eyes focused on namjoo. "i'm gonna take my panties off, then i'll let you see the piercing." below, namjoo nods feverishly. mind already broken when she realizes jungha's taking charge, at least a bit of it.
"after that … can you … eat me out?" she finishes timidly, her earlier confidence faltering. namjoo almost melts on the ground. even while taking charge, her girl asks so nicely, her sweet girl.
namjoo nods frantically. "anything baby–i'll do anything you want me to do. just want to make you feel good." her voice is strained and a bit hoarse. god, jungha is so hot telling namjoo what she wants, and namjoo can't wait to give her exactly that.
jungha smiles a bit and lets go of namjoo's hands she was pinning earlier. sliding her thumbs under the waistband of the thong, she lifts her hips up to peel it off. she makes a show of it, dragging the small garment down her legs while namjoo is kneeling between them, awaiting.
then, jungha spreads her legs.
a guttural noise leaves namjoo as jungha's pussy comes into view. above her, jungha flushes red, breath coming out in pants. she slides two fingers down her pussy to part her cute and plump lips, allowing namjoo to get a better view. shameless .
her hole twitches as it meets cool air. jungha makes a v with her fingers, presenting her wet and pierced cunt to namjoo. namjoo lets out an almost pained groan seeing that, shuffling closer to her.
the piercing sits right atop her now swollen and red clit, a ball of metal snug against the hood of her clit. the metal is glistening, due to how wet jungha is getting. namjoo stares in quiet fascination as her hands itch to just touch touch touch–
"do you like it?" jungha asks. namjoo looks up at her and fuck , she looks absolutely delectable. jungha's biting on her bottom lip, her big brown eyes looking into her while she holds her pussy open for namjoo, so that she can show off her piercing. it's obscene, and namjoo feels beyond delirious at the sight.
"like? baby fuck –it's so pretty–fucking gorgeous. i fucking love it."
"really?" jungha asks cutely, trailing a finger over her bedazzled clit, which makes her thighs twitch in response, a squeak leaving her mouth.
namjoo whines, dropping her head on jungha's thigh, the sight being too much for her. "seriously, baby. it's driving me crazy, i need to touch you so badly."
jungha giggles, patting down namjoo's hair. "need or want?" she asks, giggling again. oh, jungha's really enjoying this … enjoying the upper hand for once, enjoying how gone namjoo is for her.
namjoo whines again, pressing her lips to jungha's inner thigh, which makes jungha grip her hair. "want–need, i don’t know. it's been too long. let me touch you, please baby."
"you’re begging me unnie?" she asks, voice throaty. she sounds equally surprised and turned on. it’s like jungha didn’t know how much power she truly had over namjoo.
namjoo nods slowly, peppering more kisses along her inner thigh. "i'll beg more if i need to. but please baby, please let me taste you."
jungha inhales sharply, working her swollen lip into her mouth. "unnie," she looks down at namjoo. "i… i missed you so much. please eat me out."
and that is all namjoo needs before she presses in, tongue darting out to lick and taste.
the first lick against jungha's clit sends shockwaves through her. her grip tightens on namjoo's hair. below her, namjoo groans at the slight burn on her scalp which that sends another wave through her. jungha knew getting a piercing would make her clit sensitive, but she didn’t know it'd be this sensitive .
namjoo starts with kittenish licks against her clit, tasting the faint sweet tanginess of jungha, along with the cold metal. the faint taste of iron along with that of jungha is so unfamiliar yet so welcome. and judging from jungha's gasps and twitches, namjoo knows its good for jungha too.
she wraps her arms around jungha's thighs for leverage and spreads them further, breathing in her warm and heady scent. namjoo feels primal, and she licks at her slick hole, a loud moan leaving jungha at the contact, legs slipping.
jungha's taste fucking explodes in her tongue. it's been so long–too long and jungha tastes so fucking good and she's getting even wetter as namjoo keeps licking her and she's letting out such sweet noises which juxtapose the burning grip on namjoo's hair.
namjoo is in heaven .
jungha's canting her hips, almost trying to ride her face. god– namjoo groans as she licks her up perfectly, tongue circling her pierced clit. as her mouth works on her clit, two of her fingers creep up and slide into jungha's cunt.
a loud squelch echoes through the room mixed with jungha's moan. it’s like jungha's pussy is trying to suck her in, walls clamping down on her fingers. her fingers are dripping wet as she takes them out only to thrust them again.
the embarrassingly wet-squelching noises just get louder when she makes a come hither motion inside jungha. jungha mewls and her thighs quiver, trying to close in namjoo's head.
she switches from lapping at her clit to sucking it in her mouth, tongue swirling around the swollen bud and the piercing. she hears a loud clatter just as jungha screams; a metal bowl clanks to the floor and jungha's thighs lock her head in.
it's such a perfect chaos. the bowl clatters on the floor in crescendo simultaneously as jungha moans loud and shameless due to the suction on her clit. namjoo could die here happily.
namjoo tries to focus on fingering her as well as sucking her clit but her scalp is burning and jungha's strong thighs are squeezing her head as her hips messily ride her face.
so, she lets jungha ride her face, lets jungha use her, lets her take what she needs. namjoo will give jungha whatever she wants, like she always does.
all namjoo can feel is jungha. she feels the slick of her pussy all over her face. she tastes her strongly on her taste buds. her nose is filled with the warm and heady scent of jungha's arousal. moreso, she feels the press of jungha's strong thighs against both sides of her head, squeezing her. namjoo is completely surrounded by jungha, surrounded by her mewls and cries.
and with one last curl of namjoo's fingers, jungha comes violently, moaning brokenly as she falls back on her elbows. she's panting and whining as her hips kick up against namjoo's face, smothering her in her wetness as she rides out her orgasm.
jungha's her thighs fall to her sides, and she almost slips off the counter if it weren’t for namjoo rising quickly to hold her up. jungha's boneless, sweaty and blushing red.
namjoo's red from entirely different reasons. she still feels a bit breathless from jungha's thighs locking her in. but she liked it, liked it so much, wouldn’t mind literally dying in there.
and it resulted in a jungha getting one of the best orgasms of her life. namjoo's confident this is making it to top five, at least.
"oh unnie," jungha coos, "your face is so fucking– wet ." namjoo laughs brazenly. her whole face is glossy, from her lips to her nose to her cheeks, from jungha smothering her with her cute little pussy all over namjoo's face.
"you were fucking smothering me back there. of course my whole face is wet." namjoo giggles, scrunching her nose. jungha's eyes lose focus and darken as her thumb rubs the slick on namjoo's cheek. oh–jungha finds this really really hot. maybe it’s time for namjoo to have her fun now.
"you were riding my face so hard baby, your messy cunt got me all messy too, mmhm?" jungha's whines, the blush returning to her face.
"it’s okay baby, couldn’t control yourself, is that right? unnie loved it so much actually. you're so fucking hot jungha, took what you wanted from unnie–" namjoo is broken off by jungha pulling her into a kiss.
both of them simultaneously moan into it. namjoo's so sure jungha can taste herself in it, and the thought makes her grip jungha tighter, pull her closer.
jungha licks into her mouth, and only lets go after sucking on her plump, bottom lip. jungha wraps her arms around namjoo's neck and brings her closer, snuggling into her neck. oh, post orgasm jungha is an even sweeter thing, so calm and cuddly and all hers.
"unnie, the dinner got all cold." she mumbles tiredly into her neck.
namjoo smiles. "but i finished my meal just now." she teases.
jungha whines, shy and embarrassed. "but i'm actually hungry now, unnie."
namjoo's heart squeezes in her chest. she presses a kiss to her cheek. "how about you go clean up and i warm up the dinner?" jungha nods and presses a quick peck to her lips.
oh jungha, her sweetest girl.