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It doesn’t matter the number of times Jisu thinks Minhee is a tease. Like clockwork, her girlfriend is a menace. A walking, talking one way ticket to distraction. Jisu can’t put her mind to a task if Minhee is the obstacle. She tries to look away from Minhee one more time. It’s nearly impossible. She looks—breathtaking. Summer is a sight on her. Pants riding low on hips and cut off sleeves.
It’s too much skin for Jisu to handle.
She clears her throat and registers how much saliva has pooled in her mouth from just looking at Minhee doing something as simple as drink water.
Jisu gulps in time with Minhee, watching the way her chest heaves, in and out. Minhee is trying to catch her breath and stealing Jisu’s. All at the same time.
“Do you have to do that here?”
Minhee sets the glass down. Her scent holds a vice grip around Jisu’s neck. “Do what, angel?”
Jisu scoffs. “You have a gym membership. Why are you dropping to the floor and giving me 20 like I asked for you to—to do those fucking—” she trips over her next words when she sees the way Minhee crosses her arms in front of her chest. The rest of the sentence comes out with a weaker voice. “—those push ups in our home?”
Minhee laughs like she’s in on a joke Jisu doesn’t understand. “I need to keep these dancer muscles active.” Oh, they’re active. They’re so active. Jisu can see the bulk of Minhee’s bicep and chest so clearly even when she isn’t flexing.
“Why are you bothered? Don’t you have some work thing to finish?” With every question, Minhee comes closer to where Jisu’s standing near their couch. Jisu steps backward, but she doesn’t know why she did that. Maybe it has something to do with the way it looks like Minhee’s stalking towards her.
She tilts her head, awaiting Jisu’s response.
“Yes. Yeah. I do,” she regains the strength in her voice. It starts off strong, sure and unwavering. She’s committed to calling Minhee out for the shameless way in which she’s been distracting Jisu.
Minhee is close enough to rest a hand on Jisu’s waist now. A symphony of chocolatey desire swells in the air. Her scent, responding to Minhee’s proximity. But Jisu will ignore her own desire for the moment. She needs to make her point. “You are not letting me focus, unnie. I just want to—”
And her effort is already tumbling down this self-made hill, supported only by her thin resolve to push at Minhee’s buttons. Her voice is breathy, tapering off. Minhee is smirking a little while she waits in front of Jisu.
Jisu wants to wipe the smugness off of Minhee’s face. It’s offensive how unhesitant she is when she knows the effect she’s having on Jisu. No one should be that confident.
“You,” she begins, wrapping a hand around Minhee’s wrist where it’s touching Jisu’s waist, “need to leave the house.” She pulls Minhee’s hand, lax because Minhee wouldn’t expect Jisu to do anything other than take it, and peels it off of her.
With a little bit more aggression than necessary, admittedly.
Minhee’s body gets pushed back a bit as she’s rendered off balance with the force of Jisu’s movement.
Minhee catches herself, narrowing her eyes at Jisu when she crowds back into her space. Strawberry is already clogging Jisu’s nose, getting her scent-drunk.
As Minhee gets closer, Jisu can feel the handle of the couch brushing against the back of her thighs. Minhee isn’t exactly pushing her, but she feels a little trapped. Cornered.
Minhee’s hands come back to circle Jisu’s waist with a little bit more force this time. “And what was that for, jagi?”
“You’re distracting me,” Jisu whines. Then, she remembers she’s supposed to be assertive about this. Minhee will probably—
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Minhee mumbles the question against Jisu’s cheek, nosing her way down. Down until it’s buried in Jisu’s scent gland and Jisu begins to bare her neck for her. Slick gathers in between her legs like it’s instinct to respond to Minhee’s mouth with unadulterated lust. Like it’s right, like she’s being good. Good for Minhee.
Fuck. Jisu snaps her neck up, regaining her lost train of thought. Minhee will probably try to distract her. That was just a first attempt. Minhee’s face lingers close to Jisu, but Jisu isn’t going to bite down on her top lip, which juts out enticingly. Temptation, coloured pink and soft to the touch.
Jisu’s resolve has returned once again. She brings her hands up, puts them on Minhee’s shoulders, and pushes with all the strength she’s able to gather. It’s enough to send Minhee back, put some distance between them. It gives Jisu enough time to climb on the couch and use it as a shortcut—a quick route to lead her across the room.
Much further from Minhee and the richness of her scent, Jisu’s head feels clearer. She can focus now.
“Jisu. Baby. Why are you being difficult?” Minhee’s voice is hardening around the edges. An instrument of submission. Jisu gulps. It’ll be fine.
“Unnie. If you don’t leave, I’m leaving. I haven’t gotten a single thing done. And—and.”
Minhee makes her way around the room, circling its parameter. Jisu forgets what she was saying and walks in the opposite direction, maintaining her distance from Minhee.
They take a few more steps before Minhee stops.
“Come here, Jisu.”
It’s a stone cold voice now. Minhee’s scent sharpens, and it’s an alpha’s call to the thing inside Jisu that wants to obey. To kneel, to present.
“No,” Jisu responds quietly. So quiet that she barely hears herself.
“What was that?” Minhee takes a step forward, straying from the borders of the room that the both of them have kept to. She’s almost at the centre. Jisu shifts her weight from one foot to another, too hesitant to make any quick movements. She feels like she’s being held in place by the sharpness of Minhee’s gaze, the way it’s trained on her body. The way Minhee looks poised, ready to strike.
Jisu takes a deep breath. “No.”
Minhee shakes her head. “I expected better. You don’t want to be good for unnie?”
Jisu bites her lip to hold back the immediate assent sitting at the tip of her tongue. She wants to be good, but she also wants to see what Minhee will do if she’s not good. If she’s going to unleash herself on Jisu the same way she has before, the same way that has had Jisu impaled on Minhee’s knot, helpless to do anything but take.
At Jisu’s silence, Minhee nods her head like she’s making a decision.
“I’ll give you a three second head start,” Minhee says, holding three fingers up and putting one down in the same breath.
The fire growing in Jisu’s belly spreads, and every muscle in her body springs into action. She runs. It’s not with a lot of thought. It’s all body, all primal instinct. She manoeuvres her way around maybe half the living room before she’s intercepted. It hasn’t been three seconds.
Minhee trips her. Trips her, like it isn’t the dirtiest trick in the book. Jisu lands on the floor, on her front. She catches her fall with her hands and tries to turn around.
“What—unnie. Hmngh. Playing dirty? Can't—ah. Ow. Can’t catch me in a fair game?”
She feels Minhee laugh. It sounds a little cruel, and it gets Jisu so much wetter than it should.
“Hmm. I don’t know. You were so slow, angel. Like you wanted me to catch you. Isn’t that right? Want me to make you take it now that you’re on the floor?”
“Fuck—off. Minhee,” Jisu struggles against Minhee’s weight on top of her, pressing her down.
Minhee rucks Jisu’s shirt up from behind, fingers digging into her back. Jisu momentarily stills when she feels the sudden impact of Minhee’s spit hitting her skin. Minhee takes her fingers and rubs her spit into Jisu, draws a trail with it until she’s reaching underneath Jisu’s shorts, in between her legs. “You’re really mouthy, baby, but your hole’s trying to swallow me. Can’t make up your mind?"
"Mngh. You don't know—anything. Unnie. Get off me," she gasps, legs spreading wider to make room for Minhee's finger.
"I should just listen to your body instead," Minhee says, slipping a fingertip inside Jisu and then pulling out. The tease.
“Let me go,” Jisu says, jerking under her hold and hissing when Minhee moves to digs her elbow into one of Jisu’s shoulder blades. Jisu isn’t sure it was an accident. She wriggles in Minhee’s grasp to turn around halfway and struggles until Minhee doesn’t have as much of an advantage anymore.
Jisu pushes until her arms burn a little, until she’s the one on top of Minhee. She has a scratch on her arm to prove how hard she worked to get here. But: there’s a part of her that knows she’s only here because Minhee lets her.
That part of her preens. She’s doing what her alpha wants her to do.
Jisu gathers Minhee’s hands in her own and presses down to hold them in place, exerting far too much effort for it to be sustainable. Jisu’s strength is no match for Minhee, but she refuses to go down without a fight.
One scuffle later, Jisu is barely holding on to her position above Minhee. She resists a wave of movement from underneath her, but Minhee is able to jerk up with enough strength to destabilise her. Jisu scrambles once she falls, putting her thighs around the nearest part of Minhee that she can find.
Unfortunately—fortunately. Jisu isn’t sure which one is more true. The nearest part of Minhee is her left arm.
Jisu is breathing heavily, pressing down, and straddling Minhee’s bicep. She feels the muscle underneath her—the same muscle that’s making direct contact with how wet she is—tense. It becomes a hard surface, something firm against Jisu's aching core. Jisu’s brain clouds over, and she’s reduced. She forgets, falters. Her pussy pulses with want and leaks slick over Minhee’s bicep, and she grinds down on the flexed swell of it.
“Slut. Thought you wanted me to let you go and now you’re grinding on my arm? You’ll take anything as long as you can rub against it, won’t you?” Minhee says meanly from where she’s stopped all other movement to watch Jisu hump her.
Jisu suddenly comes back to her senses.
She shifts away from that goddamn arm so it doesn’t distract her anymore and bites Minhee’s shoulder while she repositions herself on top of her. Minhee huffs.
“Oh? Baby wants to play again?”
Jisu attempts to hold Minhee’s thigh down with her knees, the bony dig against fleshy skin, but Minhee pushes back up. “Shut up. I’m not playing. This is—” Jisu says in between pants.
Jisu’s knee wobbles and fails to stand its ground. While Jisu’s distracted, trying to get Minhee to settle, Minhee puts a hand on the nape of Jisu’s neck and pulls. She pulls, and suddenly—Jisu and Minhee’s faces are close. Jisu can’t move away.
The movement feels abrupt. A snatch, an immediate pull downwards. One breath later, Minhee’s teeth are sinking down on Jisu’s jugular. The hand on Jisu’s nape tightens to match the sharp, painful pierce of Minhee’s teeth.
“Ngh. Unnie. Minhee-unnie. What are you—” Jisu’s words turn into a moan when Minhee keeps biting. Like it’s a sedative shooting straight into Jisu’s bloodstream, her body stops resisting. Every tense muscle gives in, and her legs fall open so that she can press down against Minhee’s hard cock.
Minhee is relentless. Her teeth nip, bite, suck Jisu’s skin. “Ah—”
“I’m going to eat you.” Minhee says it like she means it, and Jisu has little reason to doubt her.
“What does that even mean?” She tries to wriggle out of Minhee’s hold. Minhee grabs her waist and flips them around.
Minhee looks at Jisu with darkened eyes, looming above her. Jisu tries to kick at whatever part of Minhee she can find with her legs splayed open, searching for purchase, but Minhee stops her with a firm hand. She catches one of Jisu’s ankles in an effortless hold and then pushes it up. Until Jisu is vulnerable. Spread open and under Minhee.
Jisu shudders when she feels herself get wetter at how exposed she is in this position, her shorts working to hide very little from Minhee.
“There you go. Isn’t this so much better?” Minhee bites Jisu’s calf lightly where she’s holding Jisu’s leg in the air.
Jisu wants to preen under Minhee’s attention. But.
“No,” she spits back in response to Minhee’s question.
Minhee turns her attention back to Jisu’s face. “No. Is that all you know how to say, slut? What happened to being easy for daddy?”
Minhee wraps Jisu’s leg around her waist and pushes her shirt up until her tits are out on display, nipples already hard under scorching attention.
Jisu gasps, wriggling around under Minhee, dizzy at her words. Minhee is so—
Minhee pinches Jisu’s nipple. Jisu jerks.
“Aw, did it hurt?”
“Yes. Unnie, you’re mean,” she says, blinking away the tears that her body always produces at such sudden impact. Minhee is mean. It’s terrible, it’s so hot. Jisu is leaking slick all over her shorts and the way it has her wanting more is potent in the air.
Their shared desire is the elephant in the room, and Jisu is at the mercy of its whims. At the mercy of Minhee, who’s carelessly tugging at Jisu’s waistband until her shorts are pulled halfway down and bunched up at her thighs.
“I’m mean?”
Jisu bucks up into Minhee’s touch when her fingers draw circles on her clit, fast and hard and all too sudden. She tries to nod, tries to regain sense, tries.
“Yes. I’m mean to brats like you. You think you can say no to unnie?”
Jisu whimpers. She doesn’t get to say anything before Minhee’s finger slides right inside her, crooks upward, hits the spot that has her trembling in the near-painful hold that Minhee has her under.
“Look at the way you take me. Only one finger, and you’re so wet. You’re trying to swallow my whole hand, angel. Begging for it.” Minhee grabs her by the chin and makes Jisu look down, makes her look at the way her hips are bucking upwards. She presses her fingers into Jisu’s cheeks and holds her mouth open.
“Aren’t you begging for it, slut?”
Jisu tries to respond, but Minhee’s fingers are so tight around her that she can’t move her jaw. Her words come out unintelligible.
She tries again, and Minhee lets her speak this time.
“Yes,” Jisu gasps. “Want it. Want you—more. Please. Please pleaseplease daddy,” she rambles, drool seeping out of the corners of her mouth. Some of it trails down her neck, stopping near her collarbone. Minhee reaches down to lick it all up.
Another finger enters Jisu. Her legs fall open wider, everything gets wetter.
“Unnie—unnie. Daddy, need your cock. Please—mmmgh. Fuck me, need your knot. I want—”
Minhee bites Jisu’s earlobe, her hands picking up speed.
“Does it matter what you need? You’re unnie’s slut, aren’t you?” she murmurs, voice vibrating, menacing. “Daddy will decide when you get her cock. Take what I give you.”
Jisu’s back arches and she throws her head back, her body needy and hungry under Minhee’s poking, prodding, teasing. She’s about to start begging when Minhee’s fingers stop moving inside her. All at once. There’s some rustling, and Jisu is getting restless.
“Unnie—ah.”
Minhee doesn’t wait for Jisu to adjust. She buries herself inside Jisu, to the hilt, and drives in, out, in. She stops erratically, her cock half trapped by Jisu pulsing around her, and waits until Jisu is delirious, begging.
“Keep going. Please.”
“Sure, I’ll keep going. If—”
Jisu whines.
“Shh,” Minhee soothes. “If you agree that you were being a difficult little slut. Say it for me. I was being a difficult slut and daddy can fuck me anytime she wants.”
Jisu burns red. She tries to fuck up into Minhee’s cock, but she’s being held down by arms too strong to be fought off.
“Ah,” she gulps. It’s embarrassing. Which is exactly why it’s Minhee’s favourite form of punishment. Jisu knows she has to walk into the shame of the words, that she has to embrace them. It’s the only way Minhee will let her cum.
Minhee waits. Still.
“I was being a—ngh.” Minhee pulls out and fucks back inside her, deep. So deep that Jisu can taste strawberries on her tongue.
“–a difficult—ouch. Unnie,” Jisu yelps when Minhee brings her hand to Jisu’s pussy to slap it once.
“Start over when you mess up. Go on,” Minhee says sweetly.
Jisu hiccups around her next inhale. Minhee fucks her, slowly. “I was being a difficult slut and—mm. I was being a diffcult slut and daddy can fuck me anytime she wants.”
Minhee begins fucking her like nothing could stop her. “Good—ah. Good girl. So tight around me. You want my knot, baby?” Jisu nods eagerly, her hips moving up and pushing Minhee deeper inside her. She wants her close in a way that doesn’t seem possible.
The tightly wound string hooked into Jisu’s body snaps, and Jisu cums on Minhee’s cock. Minhee keeps going. “So good. My perfect angel. You’re so good for daddy, mm? All you needed was my dick and you remember your manners, yeah? Good thing I can keep a slut like you well fucked.”
Jisu feels herself clench around Minhee’s cock, swelling inside her. She registers her throat get hoarse with how much she’s moaning, how loud she is. How her mouth hasn’t been forming anything but a perfect o, caught in pleasure, since Minhee started fucking her like she means it.
“You’re so big. Ah—I don’t know how you fit inside me. Your knot—daddy. Love your knot. Want it all the time,” Jisu says, whiny and breathless.
Minhee slows down and starts grinding the knot inside Jisu in slower, precise circles. “I’ll give it to you all the time, jagi.”
Jisu sighs, pleased. Sated. The air smells like sex and them. The living room is a mess, like it’s been wrecked five times over. And Minhee is so beautiful, her brown eyes staring down at her.
Minhee presses two fingers into a bruise she left on Jisu’s throat during her attack on it. Jisu’s mouth falls open, and Minhee leans down to trap a lip in between her teeth and pull. Minhee’s fingers replace her teeth, and Jisu hollows her cheeks out to take them inside her mouth. She tastes herself on the fingertips, circles her tongue around the knuckles. She takes Minhee until her nails scrape the back of her throat.
“So good,” Minhee says, fixated on Jisu’s mouth. She removes her fingers and kisses Jisu, fucking her tongue in and out until she bullies Jisu’s mouth into staying open. Jisu takes it, mouth pliant and willing. Begging for all of Minhee’s attention. The way Minhee plants one final kiss on Jisu’s mouth tells her that she has it, and more. And love.
“You’re fixing the sofa, unnie.”
“Only if I can bend you over on it after.”
Jisu rolls her eyes like she didn't just clench around Minhee's knot at the mention of being folded in half. "Deal."