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Hongjoong gently pulled Seonghwa along, their fingers tightly intertwined. Seonghwa lightly giggled to herself as she was guided to Hongjoong and her band’s trailer, giddy and in disbelief in how the night had progressed. She came to the festival for good music and to have a fun day with her friends before production for her first main lead in a drama started, yet here she was: being brought to the trailer of the hot guitarist she’d been flirting with for the past two hours.
It started when the group came on stage, the sight of Hongjoong—with her bright orange hair cut into a shoulder length shag, her pixie-like nose, and a cocky smirk adorning her face—taking Seonghwa’s breath away. And it didn’t help that Hongjoong wore tight leather pants paired with combat boots and a leather jacket. Under her jacket, she was topless with only pasties in the shape of an ‘X’ covering each nipple.
It all sent Seonghwa into a lesbian-spiral. She tried to act normal and not stare but with Seonghwa and her friends close to the stage in the VIP section, Hongjoong eventually noticed and decided to play into it. She caught Seonghwa’s eye, raking her eyes up and down her body before sending her a playful wink.
The lust-filled looks continued back and forth between the whole set and Seonghwa thought that was it—just a bit of teasing fun that was over once Hongjoong left the stage.
But to her surprise, the guitarist came and found her in the crowd before the headlining act started, dressed casually. A tiny part of Seonghwa was disappointed, having wished she could see her topless up close but she thought she was gorgeous regardless of dress. They talked and flirted some more as they got to know each other, drinking a few beers and wine as they did. They danced together during the main act, the tension growing more and more as hands wandered, running over waists and dips of backs. Hongjoong’s lips ghosted over the skin of Seonghwa’s neck and ear from behind, her arms wrapped around her middle, their bodies pressed close. By the end of the set, Seonghwa could hardly contain the urge to kiss her and wreck her right then and there. But before she could, Hongjoong invited her back to her trailer.
Which led them to where they were now, Hongjoong retching open the door and ushering Seonghwa inside. Thankfully, it was devoid of rest of her bandmates and she didn’t waste another second before pushing the door shut and crowding Seonghwa against it. The air in the trailer was charged, both pausing for a moment to take the other in, eyes roaming over each other’s faces.
“Is this okay?” Hongjoong asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Although it was obvious they wanted each other, there was still a tiny voice of doubt in the back of her mind.
Seonghwa eagerly nodded in response. She didn’t know who leaned in first but next thing she knew, her eyes slipped shut and their lips pressed together. Hongjoong’s lips were soft and warm against hers. They pulled back after a couple seconds, resting their foreheads together. Hongjoong peered her eyes open, followed shortly by Seonghwa doing the same. It emboldened them both, crashing their mouths back together with more vigor than before.
Seonghwa took Hongjoong’s bottom lip between hers, gently biting down. Hongjoong groaned and parted her lips, licking across the seam of Seonghwa’s. She opened up for her, letting her slip her tongue inside. Seonghwa moaned into the kiss as their tongues met. Hongjoong cupped Seonghwa’s face, her fingers fanned out across her cheek and her jaw. She pulled her chin down with her thumb, licking into her mouth, deepening the kiss.
Seonghwa wrapped her arms around Hongjoong’s middle, slipping her hands under the bottom of her shirt. Hongjoong’s breath came out shaky, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. Their bodies slotted together, their fronts flush with one another’s. Hongjoong tried to subtly rub their chests together, trying to get friction against her hardening nipples. Seonghwa noticed and snuck a hand between their bodies. Over her shirt, Seonghwa slid her hand up until she was cupping the bottom of her breast, noticing the lack of bra she was wearing.
Hongjoong made a noise of impatience and pushed into her hand, urging her on. They both gasped when Seonghwa swiped her thumb over her nipple, feeling the unmistakable barbell of a piercing. She pulled away and glanced down, fully grasping her tit, again feeling the metal through her shirt.
“You– shit, that’s so hot,” Seonghwa thought out loud, her brain short-circuiting.
Hongjoong giggled at her reaction. Her brain also wasn’t working at full capacity, causing her to only be able to come up with, “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Seonghwa breathed out, nodding dumbly.
Hongjoong dove back in, kissing her again as Seonghwa continued to fondle her chest. Her other hand joined the first, this time sneaking underneath her shirt. Hongjoong moaned, the two more so breathing into each other’s mouths than kissing at this point. She tweaked her nipple between two fingers and lightly tugged on the piercing, making Hongjoong shudder in her hold.
Needing some semblance of the upper hand, Hongjoong shoved her thigh in between Seonghwa’s legs. She faltered at the action, her hips involuntarily moving to grind against her thigh.
Hongjoong kissed along her jaw, down to the spot under her ear. Seonghwa’s mouth dropped open in a silent gasp and she tilted her head to give her more room to explore. She continued in her path, leaving wet open mouthed kisses along the column of her neck until she reached the top of her chest. She slid her hand up the side of Seonghwa’s body, stopping to grasp her breast. She roughly squeezed, her fingertips digging into the fat spilling over the neckline of her sinfully tight tank top.
She glanced up at Seonghwa in silent permission, who gave her a nod in return. Hongjoong cursed under her breath when she tugged her shirt and bra down, her breasts springing free. Seonghwa quietly whined when Hongjoong resumed her ministrations, kneading her tits in both hands now. She ran the pads of her thumbs over her nipples, easily hardening in arousal without much manipulation, doing what she did to her before.
Seonghwa reluctantly retracted her hands out from Hongjoong’s shirt as she moved down, instead draping her arms around her neck, digging a hand into the back of her hair. Hongjoong kept teasing her nipples, rubbing and tweaking them as she kissed and sucked at the skin around them. Seonghwa’s head was thrown back against the door, biting her lip, poorly stifling her soft moans. Hongjoong replaced her hand with her mouth, harshly sucking on the stiffened nub, making Seonghwa let out her loudest moan of the night. Hongjoong fought the urge to smirk, taking delight in her pleasure. She repeated her actions to the other side as Seonghwa gripped and pulled at the orange strands, holding her close.
Stomach rolling and burning in arousal, Seonghwa bucked her hips forward in search of any friction, looking down at Hongjoong as she breathed heavily. The sight was obscene, turning her on even more. Before she could beg embarrassingly fast, Hongjoong pulled back and ran her hands up her shirt, shucking off both the tank top and bra over her head, throwing them somewhere across the room. She left her chest alone, kissing down her torso to her toned stomach as she lowered herself onto her knees.
She gently lifted Seonghwa’s right leg, placing it on her shoulder and kissed along her calf, her long skirt bunching up as she went. Seonghwa kept a hand buried in Hongjoong’s hair, the other slipping off to hold onto the back of the couch to her left. Wetness leaked into her panties the closer Hongjoong got to her core, her lips now pressing against her inner thigh. She whined impatiently and became desperate enough to beg already, breaking the promise to herself set merely a couple minutes ago.
“Hongjoong-ah,” she spoke softly, “please, need you.”
The words and breathiness in her voice made Hongjoong curse again. She nipped at her skin before continuing, desperate in her own ways. Desperate to get her mouth on Seonghwa, taste her, and hear more sweet sounds leave her lips.
Hongjoong reached further under her skirt, tucking her fingers into the waistband of her panties and eased them down her legs. Seonghwa unhooked her leg from around her shoulder and stepped out of them, expecting Hongjoong to discard them like she did her other clothes. Instead, Hongjoong tucked them into her back pocket, making Seonghwa giggled.
“I saw that.”
“You’ll get ‘em back,” Hongjoong retorted with a wink. “Maybe.”
Before Seonghwa could say or do anything else, Hongjoong dove back under her skirt, throwing the fabric over her head, and kissed her vulva. The sensation was enough for Seonghwa to let out a high-pitched noise and make her shiver. Hongjoong continued, making her way to between her lips, and licked a stripe over her clit. Seonghwa scrambled to grab at Hongjoong’s head in surprise and to have something to hold onto.
She relaxed into the feeling as she got used to the sensation, a quiet sigh leaving her mouth. She canted her hips forward, grinding her clit against Hongjoong’s tongue. Hongjoong tightened the grip she had around her upper thighs, using two thumbs to spread her lips. She licked between her folds, her slick coating her tongue.
Seonghwa’s head rolled back against the door, her chest rising and falling faster as Hongjoong continued to eat her out. She reached everywhere she could—dipping into Seonghwa’s hole before licking back up the length of her cunt and laving her tongue over her sensitive clit. A litany of sounds escaped Seonghwa’s mouth, unable to keep herself quiet. Hongjoong relished in it, feeling her own underwear getting soaked.
Eventually, Seonghwa pulled the fabric of her skirt up, needing to see the girl pleasuring her so intently. She bunched it around her waist and looked down, her heart skipping a beat at the sight. Hongjoong’s lower face was coated in her slick, from the bridge of her nose down to her chin. She looked up at Seonghwa, pupils blown wide and hair a mess. Pulling back to take a breath, she didn’t stray far, mouthing at her damp inner thighs.
Seonghwa carded a hand through Hongjoong’s hair, brushing the slightly sweaty strands off her forehead. Reinvigorated, Hongjoong dove back in and attached her mouth to the nub of her clit. Her pointed nose buried into her smooth mound as she flicked her tongue, making Seonghwa shout.
“Fuck! Oh my god,” she whined. “Shit, just like that.”
Hongjoong moved her hands to her ass, digging her fingers into the plush fat, encouraging Seonghwa to grind her hips against her face. Seonghwa did, continuing to hold onto the back of Hongjoong’s hair for leverage. As she rode her face, Hongjoong snuck a hand up her body. She squeezed her tit, flicking her nipple with her thumb. Seonghwa gasped and covered her hand with hers, her chest spasming as the action sent a jolt through her body.
“Ah– mm– Hongjoong– I’m close,” she warned as her orgasm crept up on her. Her steady grinding turned shaky, her hips stuttering as she chased her release. Hongjoong flattened her tongue and applied more pressure, letting Seonghwa use her for her pleasure. Seonghwa watched, her jaw slackened and abs tightening. Her thrusts became jerky and sloppier, her thighs quivering as she tipped over the edge.
She kept fucking Hongjoong’s face, riding out the tidal wave. Sending herself into overstimulation, until she couldn’t handle it anymore and had to pull back, her legs threatening to give out from under her. Hongjoong pulled back, leaving a kiss to her hipbone. She stood with a small grunt and wrapped her arms around Seonghwa’s waist, first taking a second to tuck her hair behind her ear. Seonghwa panted as she came down from her high, burying her face in Hongjoong’s neck. She returned the embrace, looping her arms over Hongjoong’s shoulders.
They kissed again as Seonghwa began walking them towards the couch in the trailer. When Hongjoong felt the back of her knees hit the furniture, she plopped down. Before she tugged Seonghwa down with her, she shucked her skirt off so she was fully naked, shortly followed by her own shirt. Seonghwa climbed into her lap and brought their mouths back together, unable to get enough of the other girl.
Hongjoong’s hands roamed across her nude body, touching her anywhere she could reach, taking moments to appreciatively squeeze her soft skin. Seonghwa’s hands once again found her breasts, playing with her piercings, making Hongjoong whimper into her mouth. She unlatched their mouths, running a hand down the center of her torso, down to the waistband of her jeans.
“Off, off,” she rushed out, wanting to properly touch her. Hongjoong unbuttoned her pants, lifting her ass off the couch to push them down her hips, and peeled them off her legs. They had to move around a bit as she did but eventually she kicked them off her feet, joining the growing pile of clothes spread across the floor. Seonghwa quickly cupped her cunt, pressing her fingers against her core over her damp underwear.
Hongjoong hummed, tilting her hips up to get her to press harder, her hands tightening from where they were grabbing onto Seonghwa’s thighs. She leaned up, reattaching her mouth to Seonghwa’s nipple. She squeaked, being caught off guard, before it dissolved into a moan. Hongjoong kept grinding against her fingers as she sucked harder, nipping at the hardened bud. She felt so close already, needing just a bit more. The lead up and eating Seonghwa out had made her so sensitive she was already at the edge.
She reached down to grab Seonghwa’s hand, shoving it inside her underwear. She moaned loudly at the feeling of her fingertips touching her bare skin, her clit wet with slick. She buried her face between Seonghwa’s breasts, wrapping her arms around her waist to hold her tight. Seonghwa quickly rubbed circles on her clit, ignoring the slightly awkward angle of her wrist.
“Oh– god– mmph–” Hongjoong trembled as she reached her peak, her groans vibrating against Seonghwa’s chest. Seonghwa slowed her fingers to a stop, almost absentmindedly running her fingers through Hongjoong’s pubic hair as she came down, the action oddly comforting. She retracted her hand, wiping it off on her own thigh.
Hongjoong slumped against the couch, her head lolling against the back of it, and blew out a breath. Seonghwa laughed softly at her, placing soft kisses against her neck, endeared. After a minute of recovering, Hongjoong came back to life and hugged her again, biting her shoulder playfully.
“Shit. Fuck, you’re so good, made me feel so good. Was that okay?” she rambled.
Seonghwa hummed in confirmation. “Was perfect.”
They continued to hold each other for another minute before Seonghwa started squirming again. The lingering effects of the alcohol in her system from the festival kept her turned on, not wanting to end their night together quite yet. She rearranged herself so she was straddling one of Hongjoong’s thighs, her warm cunt coming into contact with her skin. She sighed softly in content. Hongjoong caught on quickly, flexing her thigh to give her a firmer surface to grind on.
“Insatiable, huh?” she teased.
Seonghwa made a noise of affirmation, shameless in her movements. Hongjoong held her waist, guiding her along. Until it wasn’t enough anymore, causing Seonghwa to whine.
“Not enough.” Hongjoong slid her hand around to the front of her body and downwards, thumbing at her clit. Seonghwa jerked, still sensitive. “Ah– I– too much,” she said, contradicting herself from a second ago. Hongjoong amusedly huffed a laugh at her incongruity, instead reaching down to rub her fingers along her slit to wetten them.
“I got you, baby,” Hongjoong spoke near her ear, her voice gravily, sending a shiver down Seonghwa’s spine. She gently thrusted a finger inside, making Seonghwa’s mouth drop open. Once she felt her loosen around her after fucking her for a bit, she inserted a second finger alongside the first. Seonghwa cursed, the stretch and feeling of being full being exactly what she needed.
Her walls were velvety soft and warm, sucking Hongjoong in. She resumed grinding her hips, riding Hongjoong’s fingers. She lifted herself up slowly, dropping back down equally as cautiously. Holding herself up on the back of the couch, she sped up the speed of her bouncing. Her breasts swung and bounced with her, nearly hypnotizing Hongjoong who watched with rapt attention. She grabbed onto her ass, helping pick her up and down.
“Fuck, I would’ve brought my strap had I known I’d be fucking such a pretty girl,” Hongjoong spoke up.
Seonghwa’s stomach swooped at her words, Hongjoong smirking in return when she felt her fluttering around her fingers. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow at her challengingly. “Who says I wouldn’t be fucking you with it?”
Hongjoong bit her lip, still smirking, looking up at Seonghwa through her eyelashes. “I’d gladly let you.”
Seonghwa smiled at her before leaning in and bringing their mouths back together, taking that at face value. Unwilling to stop and separate, Seonghwa tugged Hongjoong’s underwear to the side, positioning her finger at her entrance. She rubbed it around, exploring, wanting to warn Hongjoong unless she were to tell her no. She did the opposite, spreading her legs wider and pushed her hips down, trying to get her inside. Seonghwa slowly inserted her finger, pumping it in and out a few times, letting Hongjoong get used to the feeling.
Hongjoong moaned under her breath, into Seonghwa’s mouth who swallowed it up with another kiss. Her hand moved faster as she kept riding Hongjoong, fucking both of them at the same time. Momentarily stunned in pleasure, Hongjoong just took it, gasping and moaning. Until she snapped out of it, using the hold on her ass to stop her. Seonghwa thought something was wrong but before she could ask, Hongjoong started pistoning her fingers in and out of her.
She shouted at the fast pace, Hongjoong reaching every sweet spot inside of her. Her sweaty hair hung down in front of her face, tickling the side of Hongjoong’s, but made no move to brush it away. The breath between them was damp, breathing heavily into each other’s space, hair tangling together. The sounds in the trailer were obscene, a symphony of moans and schlicks of their wet cunts.
Hongjoong curled her fingers, prodding her g-spot, making Seonghwa’s eyes roll into the back of her head. Seonghwa retaliated, doing the same to her. Hongjoong’s toes curled against the carpet in pleasure. Her orgasm sneakily crept up on her, going 0-60 in seemingly a second. She gasped and warned Seonghwa, who told her she was close, too. They essentially battled it out, seeing who could make who come the fastest.
It ended up being Hongjoong, whose head was thrown back with her eyes squeezed shut as she trembled through her orgasm. She kept fingering Seonghwa with enthusiasm, determined to make her come, too. She followed shortly after, body jerking and mouth hung open in a silent scream. Once their highs passed, Seonghwa slumped against Hongjoong who comfortingly rubbed her hand up and down her back.
They gently retracted their fingers but instead of wiping it on her thigh again, Seonghwa stuck it in her own mouth to clean it off. Hongjoong looked at her, stunned, and cursed. Seonghwa smirked around her finger, slowly pulling it out with a slight pop and humming like it was the greatest thing she’s ever tasted. She grabbed Hongjoong’s wrist, bringing her hand to her mouth to suck on her dirtied ones as well. She took her fingers as deep as she could go, bobbing on them like she would Hongjoong’s strap if she had the chance.
Hongjoong took her hand back and brought their mouths together in an open mouthed kiss, tasting them mingled together on her tongue. The kiss dissolved into shorter, sweeter, closed mouth pecks until Seonghwa flopped to the side, laying down on the couch, too tired to go again. Hongjoong giggled at her and joined her, arranging their limbs so they could squeeze on the small area together, uncaring of their sweaty skin sticking together.