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It’s embarrassing, Mina thinks, squeezing her eyes shut.
Fingers prod at her wet center, spreading her lips to expose her even more than she already is. The cool air has her squirming and fighting to keep still.
She doesn’t know whether to shy away or push into the touch, whining into the air as she tries to ignore the heavy ache that begs to be relieved. With instructions of no touching, all Mina can do is grasp at the pillow and sheets beneath her to hold back from doing something she’s not supposed to.
“Good girl,” Sana says, spreading her even wider.
The praise has Mina pulsing and Sana can no doubt see it as it happens, a giggle coming from her lips.
“You’re so cute. I love you like this.”
The flush under Mina’s skin grows hotter, turning her head to try and hide it only for her senses to fill with the scent of the older girl. Quickly, thoughts return to the figure sitting between her legs.
She feels like she’s on display with how Sana is just sitting and staring down there.
Sana’s been going at her own pace. Something Mina would whine to be too slow if only she could speak without any unsolicited noises escaping from her lips. The attention the girl has given her is too much, as if every reaction that comes from Mina is filed away for later use.
The development to this point has Mina dizzy. Deep, uneven breaths moisten her lips as she tries to calm down. She wants so desperately to take off the T-shirt that was lent to her but Sana doesn’t give her the chance. Way back in the throes of her mind, she knows it probably has something to do with the older girl liking the way Mina looks in her clothes. Possessive.
“You’re so pretty down here, Mitang,” Sana tells her. “Look at me.”
Reluctantly, Mina faces the older girl, almost burning at the gaze she’s met with. The intense, dark desire in Sana’s eyes paired with a pleased smile serves to make Mina want to look away immediately.
It’s unfair how put together the older girl is. The command she easily holds over Mina is nearly debilitating.
Even the messy bun Sana had hastily tied is sophisticated compared to Mina’s panting state. She’s still wearing her outfit that she’d worn all day, dark brown pants and a long sleeved cream shirt. The way the girl is still fully clothed compared to Mina’s near bare form is humiliating, as if having her so needy took no effort at all.
The dynamics here are clear. Sana is in control, and Mina is for her to play with.
There’s a nail tracing up from the sensitive skin beneath Mina’s hole that has her hips flinching and brows pitifully pinching in an effort to keep her eyes open. She watches as Sana’s smile grows amused when collecting a sample, brushing against a sensitive clit before bringing her hand to her mouth.
Mina whimpers as she watches Sana lick the finger that’s covered in Mina. A flood of shame rises in her chest at the action and the pure want that follows.
She thinks the image of Sana’s tongue collecting the wetness on her finger will forever be ingrained in her head. The way the girl hums to take in the taste, then brings the hand down to spread her lips open again, inevitably watching as the wetness continues to grow between her legs.
It’s dirty. She hates that she likes it.
“You taste so sweet.”
Mina’s shifting her hips, trying to discreetly signal Sana to move on . This standstill between Sana and the most sensitive spot on Mina’s body only fuels the burn in her face. It’s leaving her wanting and restless. The older girl must know it too based on how she smiles, hands going to hold Mina’s thighs open, staying just to stare.
The urge to cover herself has Mina nearly ripping the sheets from how she finds purchase to stop. She wants to pull her eyes away from Sana’s studying gaze but can’t, has to know what the girl thinks. Wants approval for being nice and obedient. Likes that Sana likes the twitching of her core, the way her body so easily responds.
She wants to be good but she doesn’t want to beg. The last shreds of dignity inside her refuse to, especially with everything that’s led to this moment. Mina doesn’t think she can handle anymore loss, has to make up for her defeat by being acceptable.
“Cute. You’re so cute,” Sana repeats. Her voice has Mina nearly preening, tensing her leg muscles to avoid fighting against the girl’s grip.
Sana finally moves, shifting closer to lean over Mina better. Her hand settles over Mina’s center in a way that her palm rests just above the girl’s clit, middle finger circling outside the leaking hole.
“I want to make you feel good, okay?” Sana says. “Will you make pretty noises for me if I do?”
It’s not an easy ask, Mina’s not typically the loudest in any situation, but she wants to be good. Wants to show how well she can listen.
The grip on the sheets tighten further as Mina nods, biting her lip. It has Sana staring at the action, focused on Mina’s mouth.
So attentive. Too attentive. Mina wants to hide her face so Sana will stop noticing things. But just when she’s about to move, there’s a hand bracing itself next to her head and soft lips are on hers.
Unable to help herself, her eyes are slipping shut and she’s returning the kiss in full.
Their lips move together in a lazy glide, Sana taking the chance to nip at her bottom lip, tugging as if to say mine before returning with a barely masked hunger. Mina hums into it, a pleasant buzz making itself known in the back of her mind. It’d be so easy to get lost within this, she thinks, and it’d be so easy to get drunk off the taste of Sana if allowed.
There’s a gentle tang that makes itself known when their tongues slide together that has Mina whimpering, realizing it’s herself that she’s tasting.
Suddenly, Sana gently pushes her finger inside, sinking easily with how wet Mina is.
She gasps into the kiss, and when she struggles to catch up with their lip lock it has Sana grinning, palm rubbing against her clit to stutter Mina’s focus even more.
“You’re so easy,” she mumbles against Mina’s lips, giving her a wet peck and starting a steady rhythm. “It’s amazing. Such an amazing prize, and I didn’t even have to try.”
The flush returns to Mina’s face as the words process, turning her head as she tries to keep herself from pushing back into the slow thrusts. There’s an embarrassing noise that escapes with each harsh breath she expels, each time Sana slips into her. Her walls desperately squeeze around Sana’s finger and the older girl lets out a pleased hum at the feeling.
Despite having acrylics that are quite blunt, Sana’s still careful with her movement and Mina almost physically has to pull her thoughts away from the idea of it being rougher. It’s too late though, because the image causes a throb between her legs that’s particularly strong and has her helplessly grinding back up to meet Sana’s hand halfway.
“You’re so reactive, so good for me.”
Mina feels her shift on top of her, opens her eyes to be met with bright ones in return. Sana’s staring again.
Good. Mina’s being good. Sana likes it.
Sana brings a second finger to nudge at her entrance after a minute of working in and out, questioning as she holds Mina’s gaze. “Can you handle another?”
Mina nods as she breaks eye contact.
It has Sana clicking her tongue, removing the second finger to continue what she was doing and pulling a whine from Mina.
“I don’t know…” she murmurs, teasing tone betraying the false concern. “You don’t seem ready yet.”
Despite the clear jest, the aching in Mina’s body has clouded her mind too far to process it. Instead she looks back, shaking her head. “No,” she whimpers, shaky. “I can, I promise.”
Sana coos, brows furrowing to push the act. “I don’t think so.”
“I…I am ready,” Mina tells her, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “I can take it, I—”
Her sentence is stopped by Sana reaching particularly deep, hitting a certain spot that has her sentence ending with a broken sound.
“Sa- Satang.” The high tone that colors her voice is involuntary. She wants to hate it. The lack of control she has left. Can’t help but love it.
Sana tilts her head and skims against that spot again, palm kneading into Mina’s clit and sending jolts of pleasure with each rock. “Hm?”
It has Mina’s hips jumping, legs coming up to open herself even more for the older girl and granting more access.
“St–Another, I can take it.”
“I don’t know, you don’t sound that sure.”
The denial of more has her whining and reaching a hand to grasp at Sana’s wrist, trying her best to hold back from doing more and pushing the broken rule even further.
Thankfully, Sana doesn’t admonish her, chuckles instead. Desperation spilling into Mina’s actions prove to be entertaining, perhaps.
“Mitang,” she says sweetly, as if she’s not knuckle-deep inside Mina, “if you want something, you need to ask nicely.”
Sana’s trying to get her to plead. It’s humiliating. To be backed into such a corner when she already has enough. She can come like this, they both know. The prospect of another is just so tempting and the heat in her core wants to be sated.
“Please,” Mina gives in without a fight. The last bit of pride leaves as the word makes its way out her mouth. “Please, can I have another? I want it.”
As soon as she finishes her sentence, Sana’s ring finger is back, collecting from the slick that’s leaked out and gently pushing its way in. The two fingers work in tandem as they work her open, scissoring as Sana’s thumb goes to circle Mina’s clit to make up for the lack of stimulation.
“Of course darling. I’ll give you anything you want.”
Mina exhales in slight relief, finally given what she asked for. Her hold on Sana’s wrist allows her to feel movements that guide skilled fingers and in turn spread the flush to Mina’s ears, reality hitting as she realizes she’s getting fingered by Sana.
A small “Thank you” comes out on impulse, accompanied by a whimper.
“God, you’re so cute,” Sana echoes through gritted teeth, sitting up and seemingly holding back a rush of aggression that seems to take over. Her free hand drags up Mina’s stomach and under the cotton shirt, nails lightly scratching before reaching a neglected breast and squeezing in a possessive manner.
Arching into the touch, Mina keens at the feeling until fingers feel around and pinch harshly at her nipple, making her cry out and flinch in surprise.
Sana’s quick to pounce when she presses her head back into the pillows, bearing her neck to the open air with a whimper.
The older girl nips at the skin there, noses her way up to Mina’s ear. “The things I want to do to you would be ill-advised,” she murmurs. She sets a pace that has Mina’s mind melting with each stroke of her hand, palm back to grinding against a sensitive clit and fingers still plucking at a tender breast. “I can’t help it, you’re so tempting.”
It’s a lot all at once for Mina, with Sana’s breath hot against her skin and the weight of the girl’s clothed body on top of her, anchoring her in the moment. The proximity has faint perfume permeating the air and it intoxicates her, filling her senses with everything Sana. She wants all of it. Brings her other hand up to the back of the older girl’s neck to convince her to get closer, to leave no space between them.
“You’re so red,” Sana comments, nipping again. “I love it. So worked up for me, hm?”
Mina lets out a ragged breath, closing her eyes as Sana begins to leave marks alongside the ones she’d left earlier.
Fingers pump with more purpose now, as if Sana can sense the growing pressure inside of Mina. A particularly harsh thrust has a low moan spilling from her lips, tightening her grip against Sana’s neck when they thrust again.
“So pretty,” Sana kisses her cheek. “My pretty girl.”
Mina nearly glows at the praise, spreading her legs even wider and rolling her hips into Sana’s rhythm.
There’s a faint groan in her ear, and she can feel Sana’s focus move down, likely taken by Mina’s movements.
Despite the shyness that threatens to overtake, the attention spurs the want in Mina to keep going, to please.
The warmth in her body only grows hotter and her skin starts to break into a light sweat. It’s heady, muddling her mind so all she can think about is Sana and the arousal that throbs in her center.
“Good?” Sana asks at a quiet moan.
Mina breathes a clipped, “Yes. Keep going. Please.”
Sana giggles, following the request.
The buildup of tension is quick, and suddenly Mina feels as if each stroke of Sana’s fingers has her dancing on the edge of release. Her noises have begun to helplessly pitch into something high and audible, more than she’d like, mind not present enough to hold them back.
“Close,” Mina whimpers. “Close, please. Please.” She’s not sure what she’s begging for but when Sana’s face is close to hers, looking as if waiting for an answer, her chin instinctively tilts in a silent plea for another kiss.
When lips capture her own, the feeling of Sana’s hand leaving its place on her breast to reach down and rub earnestly against her clit has her letting out a pathetic noise into the older girl’s mouth, hopelessly taking what’s given.
Her body begins to shake in anticipation as she can feel the telltale signs of her release, each stroke of pleasure adding to the pressure that grows in her lower abdomen. It’s almost scary, how much she wants it and how well Sana is feeding into it.
It’s clear Sana spent time learning how to work her, and now she’s pressing all the right buttons to use her.
The notion of it burns Mina, straight down to her center, vaguely thinking she should be ashamed to admit that she likes being Sana’s toy.
“Darling,” Sana says into their kiss. “You can come whenever, okay? Will you come for me?”
Unable to respond, all Mina does is shakily moan, pulling the girl deeper. She wants Sana closer, wants her everywhere.
Soon enough, there’s a particular swipe to her clit that matches up with her hips as she grinds into Sana that has her reeling, sending her over the edge and gasping.
Like a rubber band snapping, Mina freezes before the feeling zips through her body, brows furrowing and mouth pulling away with quiet cry as the release washes over. A pitched noise escapes from her mouth, uneven and broken as she trembles with the aftershocks. Legs try to close shut around Sana’s waist, but the girl continues to firmly thrust through the spasms of her walls, leaving Mina to writhe with each graze of pleasure.
There are muffled words coming from the older girl, likely praises that fail to make it to Mina’s ears as she whimpers, flinching each time Sana brushes against her clit.
When she finally gains some semblance of consciousness again she realizes her nails are digging into Sana’s wrist and she completely lets go, only to notice the girl isn’t stopping as she jerks away from another sloppy circle against her sensitive bud.
“Satang–wait,” she breathes, whiny.
There’s a gentle tutting and Sana only chases after the moving hips, using her hand to hold Mina still instead.
“Satang!” Mina yelps, scrambling as another prod has her shivering with overstimulation.
Sana raises a brow, eyes blown with desire as she fixes Mina with a look.
“Don’t you wanna be good for me?” she asks Mina. “Aren’t you last place? Act like it.”
Mina whimpers, tries to ignore how the harsh words coming from Sana of all people has her burning. Another thrust of fingers and a pinch against her clit has her feeling almost too much but she takes it. Likes the way it dips her brain into fogginess, to surrender to Sana.
Last place. She’s last. She wants to be good. She’s meant to be good for Sana.
So much.
She throws her head back as the feeling builds up again, quicker than the first. Mina doesn’t want to believe it’s the degrading words that were thrown at her, the fact that she’s here because she’s last and there for Sana to use as she pleases.
In minutes she’s shaking through another release, Sana humming in satisfaction as she does.
“There she is, pretty Mitang. You’re doing so well, giving me everything I want.”
This time Sana slows before Mina feels fingers pull out, too busy recovering to pay any mind to the way she pulses at the emptiness or the wetness that follows, only contributing to the dampness between her legs.
“Darling,” Sana sings.
Although slightly dazed, Mina can see the intention behind fingers that come close, mouth instinctively opening to accept them.
Her eyes close as the taste envelopes her tongue. Can only hum into it, lazily licking herself off of Sana’s digits. Feeling bold, she reaches up to encourage the girl’s hand to go further until the feeling of long nails threaten to make her gag.
“So dirty.”
Mina opens her eyes to Sana steadily watching her mouth, heat rushing to her face at the comment as the girl’s thumb gently rubs over her cheek.
“And you blush so prettily for me too.” Sana slowly removes her hand, fingers gently dragging Mina’s kissed bruised lip down until pulling away entirely.
Sana wipes her hand on the sheets and grasps the wide collar of the shirt Mina wears, tugging the neckline down.
“I wonder how far it spreads,” she says absentmindedly, nails teasing the skin there before she lets go and moves away.
Mina lays patiently, hands gripping the end of her shirt when she’s not sure what to do as Sana’s top half disappears below the foot of the bed. There’s a slight rummaging sound and then the older girl pops back up, crawling back to Mina with something in hand.
“You’ve never used one of these, right?” Sana asks, bringing the item up.
Sana’s holding a pink wand, turning it back and forth for Mina to see. It has a sleek handle with a smooth looking bulb on one end and a button next to where Sana’s thumb rests.
The question brings up a memory from a few months ago when the girls somehow got onto the topic of sex toys and what kind they had, if any. She remembers overhearing it and not really being engaged until someone asked her directly, only for her to tell them she’d never had one because she was too shy to go into stores and too scared to buy any online.
Even now, the answer hasn’t changed. So she simply shakes her head, focus unable to stray away from the object in Sana’s hand and stop the curiosity that overtakes her.
Her attention is taken away with a gentle grasp on her jaw. Sana leans in to give her another kiss that she happily returns until the older girl pulls away with a wet noise, quicker than Mina would like. She’s tempted to chase after but the hand on her jaw has a firm hold to keep her down.
Sana hums. “This one’s mine. If you like it, I’ll buy one for you.”
And just like that, Sana moves up the bed and props up some pillows before settling against them, patting between her legs.
Although a bit delayed, Mina takes the hint to move and eventually sits on her knees facing Sana. It’s a bit uncomfortable, with her thighs at a stage between half wet half dry. She shifts in place.
“Turn around, silly,” Sana laughs. The older girl’s already moving her though, and Mina finds she doesn’t mind the manhandling as she lays her weight against Sana’s front.
Her core is exposed once again as her legs are hooked around Sana’s. The older girl brings her knees up, forcing them open more.
In this moment, she’s reminded of her own state of undress. The stark contrast of her bare skin against the smooth fabric of dark pants has her growing self-conscious. Sana’s still so prim and proper looking, save for the smudged lipstick that’s likely mirrored on Mina’s face too. It’s as if the girl just came back from a schedule and hasn’t been working Mina out of her mind for the past couple hours.
“Can you handle another?” Sana asks, brushing Mina’s hair away so she can see her better.
The only signs that Sana’s been affected by anything are the almost-labored breaths she expels and the deep flush across her face that’s visible even under makeup.
“Yes,” Mina says, regarding the way Sana begins to rub soothingly on her inner thigh.
There’s a small click and the sound of buzzing begins to fill the room, echoing in Mina’s ear.
“Ready?” Sana’s voice is so close, comforting with its gentle drawl.
“Yes,” Mina repeats, quieter.
The toy vibrates lowly as it touches Mina’s collarbone, muffled against the fabric of the T-shirt yet somehow loud in her head. Sana lets her get used to the feeling before beginning to slowly drag it down.
She can’t help but take notice of her own breathing as its path begins to veer off to one of her breasts, shaky as she feels frozen in place and watches as Sana brings it to an already hardened peak, teasingly circling it around her nipple.
The vibrations affect her more than she’d like to admit. It has her laying her head back against Sana’s shoulder with a soft sound directed towards the ceiling. She lets herself get lost in the pleasurable feeling, shifting when she starts to get worked up.
It’s unfair, she thinks again. Sana can bring out these feelings so easily.
A hand travels under her shirt, fondling her other breast as the toy continues its journey down.
“I usually only use the first setting,” Sana says, dragging the toy to the sensitive skin where Mina’s thigh and pelvis meet.
Sana’s . This is how Sana uses it . The revelation brings a visual to Mina’s head that has her throbbing harder. Of Sana, laying back and holding the toy against herself, teasing like she’s doing with Mina.
Vibrations still tickle the crease of her thighs. It’s so close to where she wants, finds Sana to be a bit mean for prolonging the pleasure.
The stray question of, ‘When Sana comes, does she keep going until she comes again like she did to me earlier?’ goes through Mina’s mind.
Suddenly, the desire to see Sana climaxing hits and has her clutching at the fabric of Sana’s pants. She wants to know what the older girl looks like when she shakes from release, to see if she’s sensitive too. Does she make noise? Is she quiet?
“How is it so far?”
The vibrations make their way down, further than Mina wants, all the way to her still weeping hole. Her thoughts are taken from seeing Sana orgasm to what it would feel like if it went inside . It’s far too big, she knows, too wide and would stretch her beyond imagine. But to feel the vibrations inside… it’s tempting.
“G-good,” Mina stutters out. “Just. Um.”
Sana hums in question, pressing more firmly against Mina’s entrance.
“Please,” she begs meekly. “Please don’t tease.”
There’s a slight squeeze to her breast and Sana brings her knees up more. “Awe,” the older girl coos. “Am I taking too long?”
The way she says it feels almost condescending, like she’s making fun of Mina.
Mina shouldn’t enjoy it, should feel peeved instead. But the way her body responds says otherwise and at this point she’s too far gone to deny it anymore.
Nodding, she repeats, “Please.”
Smiling, Sana glides the toy up until there’s an almost violent jerk to Mina’s hips at the direct contact.
She gasps out a sudden moan. It’s more intense than she thought it’d be. The constant buzzing of her bud sends an unending stream of ecstasy through her body, leaving her to quiver in Sana’s hold.
“You know,” Sana whispers in her ear as she holds the vibrations to Mina’s clit, gently rolling the toy back and forth, “Jihyo was upset when she found out what the prize was.”
Mina weakly whimpers, hands nearly tugging at Sana’s pants in order to keep herself still.
Jihyo? What does their leader have to do with this?
“I think she’s a bit jealous that I got you when she was so close to winning,” Sana nibbles at her lobe, rolling an abused nipple between her fingers. “What do you think she would do to you if she won, hm?”
Bringing their leader to the forefront of Mina’s mind has her heating up more. It's alarming. To think of Jihyo in this situation.
“I think…” Sana shifts the toy back down to her hole, granting some reprieve as she feeds Mina’s imagination, “She would be mean. Much meaner than me.”
Catching her breath, Mina can almost see it. As caring as she is, Jihyo would have no mercy. She’d know Mina’s limits better than Mina herself. Would push and bend them all she wants.
“She has a strap. Maybe she’ll make you ride her until you can’t. Maybe keep going until you cry.”
The toy is back on Mina’s clit. Whimpering, her eyes roll back, threatening to flutter shut as the stimulation hits her again, just as strong and intense. Each breath that escapes her has turned into short, labored moans and her body begins to tremble out of her control.
Her mind has taken the light that Sana’s given her and ran, envisioning what it would be like to ride Jihyo. How humiliating and amateurish it’d be with her lack of experience. And, unlike Sana, their leader would make her work for her orgasms. Would probably push her down further to make her take it all if she said she can’t. Mina feels her walls pulse for it.
Sana’s hand leaves her nipple, reaching up to tangle her fingers through Mina’s hair and making sure to get a firm grip.
“She has a lot of pent up stress,” Sana grins as she tugs, forcing their eyes to meet. “I think you’d love it.”
Mina whimpers, tries shaking her head to deny it and Sana laughs at the attempt of keeping her image when she’s already lost all composure, because they both know she’s right.
“I want to watch if she does.”
That has Mina shuddering in a near-climax untouched. The idea of another set of eyes watching her fall apart, potentially cry as their leader tears her down. It’s too much. Too appealing. She wants it. She hates that she wants it.
“Please,” she whines.
Sana hums, gaze going back to between Mina’s legs to run the toy up and down. Grows amused at the way Mina’s hips jolt with every pass of her clit.
“I don’t mind sharing,” the older girl murmurs. “You have enough to give me and Jihyo what we want, don’t you?”
Mina chews on her bottom lip, hands go to grapple at the sleeves of Sana’s top. Harsh moans manage to escape, accompanied by nasally sounds that are foreign to her own ears.
She’s reacting too much. Too sensitive.
She enjoys it, relishes in being read so well. Can’t help but wonder if Jihyo would like her reactions just as much as Sana does. Wonders if the leader would be rough where Sana isn’t.
She’s drawn to the idea of Jihyo playing with her with Sana as an audience. Thinks Jihyo would stretch her against the mattress and leave her on display for Sana to stare all she wants while Mina cries out into the pillows. Mina wants to struggle against Jihyo’s hold, to feel powerless as she has her way with her.
“Mitang,” Sana coos, and Mina realizes the girl’s been looking at her with a watchful gaze. The vibrations sit less directly on her clit and her brows furrow in frustration. Why’d she stop?
“Where did my pretty girl go? Too much?”
Whimpering, Mina pushes up into the toy, trying to get Sana to continue. She hides her face in an inviting neck hoping that the older girl can’t decipher where her mind had gone.
“No,” she croaks out. “More. Please.”
Of course, Sana always sees more than she lets on.
So when the girl is chuckling and holding the toy against Mina with more purpose, Mina can feel shameful tears burn into her eyes. Sana knows.
“I wonder what Jihyo would think when she realizes how naughty you are,” Sana comments. The toy rocks into Mina’s clit in short pulses, hips trying to keep up with the rhythm. “She’ll think you’re a bad girl.”
Bad girl. Jihyo would treat her like a bad girl.
“Are you a bad girl, Mitang?”
Her shaky sob is muffled against Sana’s skin. The vibrations against her clit have her clenching on nothing, the sensation of being close is back and she wants so badly to come again.
If Sana’s playing with her properly, Jihyo would surely break her.
And, Mina realizes she wants to be broken.
Her ankles look for purchase, wrapping around Sana’s calves as the tension in her body only increases. She somehow tugged Sana’s sleeve up to over her elbows, pulls the arm close just to hold on better.
“Close,” she breathes.
Sana angles her head away to get access to her neck, teeth grazing before sucking more bruises into the skin there. Mina’s body arches into pleasure, body tense with anticipation.
When she comes, it’s a silent affair. The sounds are caught in her throat as her body shudders, overcome with continuous aftershocks as the toy seems relentless against her sensitive bud. Vision gone white and mind blank, it seems to last forever.
A strangled noise escapes when she comes to and her nerves manage to die down.
Her legs go to clamp around Sana’s wrist when it begins to edge on too much, bodying jerking with each spike of stimulation.
Before she knows it, the toy is placed aside and Sana’s getting up from under her, laying her down gently on a pillow. The older girl leaves the room with a quick kiss and an “I’ll be right back.”
During the time she’s gone, Mina’s head slightly clears and she feels hot, temperature-wise. The cotton shirt sticks to her damp skin and she wants to pull it off, but even the thought of sitting up has her internally groaning. She’s not sure she wants to move much right now, her limbs feel anchored to where they’re at and she experimentally pulls her leg up, stopping when she feels her muscles quiver. Waiting is fine.
Sana returns with a glass of cold water and sits next to Mina, urging her mouth open to carefully waterfall it. Mina, slightly impressed by the lack of spillage, shakes her head when offered more.
She waits for Sana to set the glass on the side table until tugging her down, earning a surprised noise before feeling the comforting weight of another body on top of her own. The older girl had taken her hair out of its bun and now loose strands tickle Mina’s skin as they shift into a more accommodating position. All thoughts about uncomfortable heat gone, she sighs as she’s enveloped in a warm embrace, returning it and breathing in the scent of faded perfume.
“You smell good,” she murmurs.
There’s a slight shaking as Sana giggles on top of her, moving so that they can make eye contact.
“I smell like outside.”
Mina only grins and decides not to say anything because she meant what she said. Sana always smells nice.
“You did so well for me,” Sana says, peppering her face with kisses. “So beautiful.”
Mina reaches for the back of her neck, tugging her close to get a proper kiss. Addicted to the taste and plushness of Sana’s lips. Mina only wants to indulge.
Of course, Sana pulls back eventually, earning a small whine.
“I can’t kiss you forever,” she smiles, hand going to brush away silver strands that stick to Mina’s face. “We need to wash up.”
Mina’s hand runs down the girl’s clothed form as she tries to hold back the disappointment that takes over.
“What about you?” Her fingers twitch from where they rest at the waistband of Sana’s trousers, itching to peel the layers away and finally touch. She wants to see the girl fall apart, wants to hear.
Sana raises a brow, head tilting as she looks down at Mina.
“Darling, you’re about to fall asleep on me.”
It’s hard to ignore after being pointed out—Mina’s eyelids do feel quite heavy. They’re at a point where if she were to rest them for a few moments, there’s no promising she’d open them anytime soon. But still.
“I won’t,” she says, a bit stubborn. “Promise.”
Laughing softly, Sana’s hand brushes over her eyes in a featherlight manner, causing them to flutter. Mina manages to keep them from completely shutting, albeit with slow, tired blinks that only prove Sana’s point.
“Does a bath sound nice?” the older girl asks, trying to change the topic.
Mina pouts involuntarily, hand gently gripping Sana’s top at where it’s tucked into her pants. “I want to see you. Please.”
Letting out a fond sigh, Sana’s form slackens in a way that seems like she’s given in. She looks around, contemplating, before she reaches for the previously discarded toy and turns back to Mina.
“How about this: we take a bath and I take this with us,” Sana offers. “And you can watch me as I use it.”
Mina’s face reddens immediately at the prospect of actually seeing Sana get off with the wand, unconsciously wets her lips as the girl above gives a knowing look.
“Will I…” Mina tapers off, a sudden shyness rushes through despite the mild begging she’s done to get to this point.
Sana waits patiently, shows Mina she’s listening and gives her an encouraging nudge.
“Will you let me touch?”
It takes a moment for the words to sink in, but then Sana’s letting out a chuckle before leaning in to give her a peck.
“You really are so cute,” the girl said. “Of course you can touch. You can touch all you want.”
That’s how Mina finds the energy in herself to sit up and be led to the bathroom.
—
It’s the next day when they’re at Sana’s dining table eating lunch.
Mina’s busy picking at some takeout they ordered, wearing Sana’s sweats because she didn’t bring extra clothes and didn’t want to spend the rest of her time here in a single oversized tee that smelled of sex. The older girl seemed happy to hand over a particularly oversized set, saying it adds to her nature.
She’s not really sure what that means, but she wore the soft material anyways.
“Mitang,” Sana said.
Attention on a slippery carrot, Mina only responds with a simple, “Hm?”
In the corner of her eye, Sana holds out the phone for her to see.
“Pick a color.”
Pouting as the carrot slips between her chopsticks again, she faces the screen.
Her eyes immediately widen when she sees that Sana’s been looking for the toy they used the night before. Screen bright, it shows an assortment of colors to choose from and Mina feels herself blushing at the sudden… explicitness.
It’s clear Sana’s holding up to her word, and Mina’s at a loss of her own to proceed with what to say.
“Um,” Mina starts. In her head she fumbles searching for a response, too unprepared to come up with anything well-thought out. She can’t even pay attention to what colors are available.
Sana grins, no doubt finding it amusing.
“Do you want me to pick for you?” she asks.
Face hot, Mina peels her eyes away to go back to getting her carrot, although with less coordinated movements.
“Y-Yeah, anything is fine.”
Sana sits back, fortunately taking her phone with her. “So timid,” she teases.
Mina sends the girl a put out look, deciding to just stab the orange vegetable. She misses the first time, frowns and jabs again only for her jaw to drop in disbelief when it splits in half instead.
“I change my mind,” Sana says, poking Mina’s leg with the end of a plastic fork before handing it to her. “I’m too lazy to decide.”
Pursing her lip, Mina accepts the utensil and sets her chopsticks down with a wounded ego. Change her mind? Is she not buying it anymore? She can feel Sana’s gaze on her as she goes to finally pick up half of the carrot, only to be interrupted by a well-timed statement.
“I’m gonna ask Jihyo instead.”
That has Mina nearly dropping the fork as her head snaps to Sana, squeaking, “What?! ”
Sana gives her a vague wave that does nothing to calm her nerves. Ask Jihyo? Mina thinks she’d rather do early morning shoots for the rest of her life. To bother their leader with something so risque and trivial on an off day… so embarrassing too.
“I won’t tell her it’s for you.” The older girl says, which somewhat reassures Mina until she adds, “Unless she asks.”
Mina groans, fork and carrot forgotten as she covers her face with her hands. Of course Jihyo’s going to ask.
“Are you scared?” Sana questions.
“No.” Yes. She peeks through her fingers.
Sana smiles, giving her an understanding look. “If you really don’t want me to ask her, I won’t.”
The thing is, if it were one of the others—like Momo or Nayeon—Mina thinks she wouldn’t mind as much. And now, after Sana had planted such salacious thoughts in her head the night before, the idea of any interaction with Jihyo has her anxious because those thoughts are all she’ll think about when it comes to their leader for the foreseeable future.
However, Sana said that Jihyo was jealous . So it’s not like it isn’t mutual—although Mina’s not quite sure if that’s true or not, too nervous to ask. But why else would the older girl bring it up? On one hand, she wants to ignore it all and pretend her newfound lust for their fellow member doesn’t exist. But on the other… she’s curious to know what color Jihyo would choose with her in mind.
“You can tell her,” she finds herself mumbling, dropping her hands.
Sana happily hums at the answer and Mina hears the faint sound of a message being sent. Not bothering to hide her interest, she leans into Sana’s space when the phone is set down, eyes glued to the screen.
Hey Hyo <3 can you pick a nice color for this? It’s not for me
There’s a slight suspense that builds in her gut and she starts to second guess herself as they wait. Maybe we shouldn’t have asked. She might be busy.
Just as she considers asking Sana if they should unsend it, a checkmark lights up showing it’s been read. Mina’s focus immediately darts to the girl next to her. Sana’s already staring back, a smile still graced upon her lips, looking like she’s about to say you’re so cute or something along those lines.
Instead, she tells Mina, “She’s typing.”
Sure enough, when Mina looks back down there are three dots lighting up, disappearing and popping back up, almost teasing. A few moments go by until they disappear again and fail to return.
Is she in the middle of something? Mina wonders. Did she forget to press send?
Jihyo’s caller ID shows up.
“Wait-” she blurts, watching as Sana quickly grabs it, “Satang, don’t—”
It’s too late, Sana’s already swiped.
“Hey Ji!”