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It’s hard not to stare at Yoonji. She is too pretty. It isn’t fair. You’re always torn between feeling jealous over her delicate, icy features, and feeling blessed that this ice queen calls herself yours. Often you try to think back on what had gotten Yoonji to date you, but every time you do there seems to be a piece of information missing. It was like one day Yoonji was brushing passed you in the hallway without a backwards glance and the next day she was pinning you against the locker room wall with her mouth on yours. Like some miraculous whirlwind that threatened to take you down if you let it; and by God you’re willing to let it.You are both lounging on Yoonji’s bed, clad in your uniforms and surrounded by school books. It’s been about an hour since you’d arrived home, and you really had done all the homework you could stomach for tonight. Fuck the rest, honestly. You can copy someone else tomorrow.Yoonji, on the other hand, is still diligently plucking away at her math homework, seemingly unperturbed by your blatant staring. You wish she would say something. Anything. A little distraction from her work couldn’t hurt her…“Yoonji,” you coo.“Mmm.” Is her hummed response.“How much longer till you’re done, babe?”Yoonji shrugs.“Longer if you keep chatting.”You pout at that, and it’s only because you know Yoonji so well that you catch the slight upturn of her mouth. A little smirk that lets you know she’s not as prudently focused as she pretends.“Yoooonji!” You try once more.“Shush.” She scolds. “Don’t you have better things to do with that mouth than run it??”That was an invitation if you’ve ever heard one.Yoonji scoffs when you push her legs open a bit, positioning your head under her skirt to nose at her underwear in silent question.“Fine. But I’m still doing homework.” She says.You can’t say you mind that at all really, and so you press your head back in between her legs once more, leaving a trail of wet and lingering kisses up the insides of her thighs. You leave a few dark marks as you go; Yoonji was never a fan of receiving marks anywhere people could see—receiving being the key word. Your neck was absolutely fair game. And you weren’t allowed to cover the marks with anything. No, Yoonji wanted everyone to know who you belonged to. And you loved it—but her thighs were okay, and you took full advantage of the fact.You’re not sure who’s more impatient by the time you work your way to her underwear, but as you gently pull the black cotton down her legs and off, you’re practically vibrating.Yoonji was the first girl you’d ever been with. In all honesty, you hadn’t considered being with a woman before her, but you remember the way your heart had pounded the first time you saw her, it had been official right then.You can’t help but sigh quietly as you come face to face with Yoonji’s core, and the feeling of your warm breath hitting her skin makes her shiver slightly. Softly, you trace your tongue up through her folds, relishing in the way her legs twitch slightly around your head. Yoonji was calm, cool, and collected most of the time, but she always fell apart for you.You kept a slow pace, licking against Yoonji, drowning in her taste. Your arms had wrapped around her thighs to hold her steady as you worked her up, and soon her chest was rising and falling rapidly.“C’mon,” she growls, “do it properly.”You smirk at her, but don’t hesitate to follow her demands. You stiffen your tongue slightly and trail it round her clit. One of your hands presses down gently on her lower abdomen. You know you’re going too slow for her liking, but you don’t care. Not when you can’t get enough of the taste of her, the feel of her.You wait until she’s gritting her teeth in an attempt to stay quiet before you go in for the kill, dragging your teeth ever so softly across her clit. The touch has Yoonji’s back arching slightly, her schoolbook falling to the floor as her hands tangle in your hair. She presses your face into her pussy, and you give her what she wants, sucking on her clit while your tongue traces circles around the sensitive little bud.With all you had been working her up, Yoonji’s hips now have a mind of their own. She holds your hair firmly, keeping your head still as her begins to grind into you. This is always your favorite part. You’d let your eyes flutter close if it weren’t for Yoonji’s piercing gaze locked with your own. Her dark eyes fixed on yours, darker than sin, and it makes you moan.“Fuck,” she lets out. “What a good little slut you are, letting me use your mouth like this.”Another high pitched whine leaves your throat at her dirty words, one of your hands slipping down under your skirt to rub at your own neglected cunt.Before you even manage one firm stroke on your clit Yoonji is yanking on your hair.“I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself.” She silences any of your possible protestations with her pussy, and you pull your hand out of your underwear.“My poor, naughty girl.” She coos. “You always have to ask, baby. You know the rules.”With that you slide your still-wet fingers up to Yoonji’s entrance, teasing her quiet. She lets out a growl and you press your fingers inside, curling them up just how you know Yoonji likes.With your fingers inside her and your mouth on her, it doesn’t take long for Yoonji to cum. She spills into your mouth and you make sure that not a single drop lands on her bed.When she’s finished, she pulls you up to kiss her, rolling you over onto your back to be on top of you.She’s strong, for a girl, and she uses that to her advantage as she pins your wrists to the bed with one hand, her other wasting no time flipping up your skirt.“Look at you all wet for me.” She plunges two fingers inside of you, “I don’t even need to prep you at all.”Yoonji isn’t one to rush through pleasure, but she sometimes revels in the way she can make you come undone so quickly. Her fingers fuck you hard and fast, her palm rubbing against your clit in the most delicious way. It’s all too much, your thighs are shaking and moans and whimpers pouring from your mouth without a second thought at who might hear you. It’s all too good, and you’re right there on the edge when Yoonji stops.“Yoonji, please,” you beg, “Please make me cum, please!”“Mmm, no. I don’t think so, pet. You broke the rules earlier, touching yourself. Now you don’t get to cum.”Your cry of anguish draws a chuckle from the girl above you and she sucks on her soiled fingers while you watch. Helplessly clenching around nothing, wishing more than anything that her fingers were back inside you.Your squirming draws her eyes down to your swollen pussy, and she uses her fingers to spread you wide, careful not to give you any stimulation. Soon she is gazing at your most private part.“I love the way you look when you’re all swollen and pink.” She sighs. “I can’t get enough of it.”“Yoonji–”“You won’t be cumming for a week, pet.” She says firmly. “And I don’t just mean by my hand. You’re not allowed to touch yourself, either.”You’re pretty sure your soul leaves your body at that. A whole week? Surely that would be impossible. Especially since even right now you’re dripping down onto the sheets beneath you.When you tell your girlfriend exactly what you think about her punishment, she simply laughs.“If you want a shorter sentence then…” She ponders, “Don’t wear any underwear to school tomorrow. And no tights either, don’t cheat. I want to be able to check on you whenever I want. If you do that, I’ll see about maybe letting you cum earlier.”Your pussy throbs at the thought, and you nod.“Mmm, such a good pet.” Yoonji sighs, placing a lingering kiss on your lips before rolling over to grab her once forgotten textbook.“Do your homework.” She commands, and you listen, not willing to risk a longer punishment. It was going to be a rough week.***You’re not sure who you pissed off to land yourself in this hell…Oh wait. It was Yoonji.You’re trying your hardest to not let anyone see your bare core. Tugging your skirt down constantly, crossing your legs over, only moving when you absolutely have to. But it’s maddening. Every time the wind blows or you so much as shift forward you’re reminded of how bare you are. Reminded of how you didn’t cum last night.It’s about midway through your day when Yoonji finds you. You’re standing by your locker, gathering your books for the second half of your classes when she tugs you by the arm into the closest bathroom. Your books left scattered, your locker open. Still though, people hardly give the two of you a second glance. Yoonji is known for her domineering nature, and so she often pulls you away, they’re used to it.Yoonji tugs you into a bathroom stall, her mouth on yours in a second. She kisses you passionately; kisses you in a way that you’re sure none of your classmates would believe from the cold girl in front of you. Her kiss lights a fire in your core, your entire body tingling with desire. Yoonji can sense this as well, and she wastes no time sliding her fingers under your skirt.“Ah, no panties I see.” She smirks. “You’re absolutely desperate to cum, aren’t you. I only edged you one time. You’d think a good girl like you would be able to take more.”She doesn’t let you respond, plunging her fingers inside you and pumping them in and out quickly. You throw your head back, and if it weren’t for Yoonji’s quick reflexes, you would’ve hit your head on the ceramic tiled wall. She laughs at your lack of control, using the hand that had managed to catch your head to drag you forward into a kiss.It’s sloppy and open mouthed, seeing as you can’t manage to keep your mouth closed with her fingers inside of you. She’s working you over hard and well, and it’s evident in the way your excitement drips down the inside of your thighs and legs. You grab at her shoulders, nails digging into her uniform jacket. It’s all so good and as Yoonji curls her fingers forward inside of you, you let out a high pitched whimper. You’re going to cum.“Oh, baby” Yoonji sighs. “I can feel you tightening around me. Are you going to cum?”You nod your head frantically as she rubs her fingers against that special spot inside of you.“You better hurry. We’ll be late to class.” Yoonji says.“God, please, Yoonji just a little more I’m so close!” your cry echos off the bathroom walls.“Mmm, no.” Yoonji says, pulling out of you. “We can’t risk it.”You’re heart falls. For the second time in two days your pussy throbs in need, this time, somehow, even more desperately than before. Your eyes fill with tears as you glance up at your girlfriend, legs shaking under you.Yoonji presses your hair softly behind your ears. She gently kisses your lips before moving to kiss away the tears slipping down your cheeks.“You’re doing so well for me, love.” She tells you. “Just a few more days, hmm?”You nod your head, your arms coming around her in a hug.She lets you hug her for a moment before pulling away.“We really do have to be getting to class.” She reaches behind her, gathering some toilet paper to wipe away the residue of your arousal on your thighs. Then she adjusts your skirt for you and guides you out of the bathroom.“Are you going to be okay?” She asks, looking at you.You nod.“Okay, well. I have to go this way.” She points. “But I’ll see you in last block, right?”“Y-Yes.” You whisper, and she leans in to kiss you softly one last time.“I love you.” She tells you, and you smile.“I love you too, Yoonji.”You walk slowly back to your locker. You know you’re late to class, and briefly you wonder if you could get away with just not going, but if Yoonji caught wind she’d be upset. She wouldn’t be angry with you or anything, but she cares about you, and you try to do your best, if only for her.When you make it to your locker though, your books are gone. Your locker is shut as well, and the sight makes you frown. You open your locker just to double check that someone didn’t just clean it up for you, and when you pull the locker door open there’s a sticky note inside.
Hey! Saw Yoonji grab you, didn’t want you to be late so I got ur books-Jimin
Ah, Jimin. What a sweetheart.You walk to class as quickly as possible, trying to push aside your discomfort. Yoonji’s edging making it hard to focus on anything other than the throbbing between your legs.None of the class looks at you when you walk in, too invested in taking notes from the teacher’s powerpoint. Jimin gives you a little wave, however, patting the seat beside him and smiling widely at you.You gratefully sit down, and he slides your books to you.“I saw Yoonji pull you off. She’s great at causing a scene.” He laughs.“Yes. She really is. I don’t even think she realizes when she does it!” You whisper back.“I hope you at least had fun with… whatever you were doing.” A knowing smirk slides across Jimin’s face as your own heats up.You and Jimin didn’t know each other as well as this conversation would let on. But you were grateful to him for getting your books, and you couldn’t deny that his forwardness was… doing something to you. Blame Yoonji and her tantalizing games.Jimin must catch the dazed sort of look in your eyes because he presses forward.“Did she make you cum hard?”You’re breathless at his words, at the image of Yoonji fucking you to completion. It hasn’t even been twenty four hours and it’s just about all you can think of. Especially now, with your swollen, naked pussy residing under so little clothing.“I-I wish.” You whisper, and Jimin raises his eyebrows.“She didn’t make you cum?” He asks incredulously. “Why not?”You’re surprised by his brazenness, and if you were in your right state of mine you wouldn’t have answered. You’re relationship with Yoonji isn’t a secret, but you both like to keep the inner workings of your sexual life private–at least as much as you can when you’re constantly covered in hickies.“I’m being punished. No cumming for a whole week.” You almost cry as you say it and Jimin shuffles in his chair, a soft, red blush covering his cheeks.“S-So,” he stutters out before regaining his composure, his voice dropping to a low timbre, “she fucked you but didn’t let you cum?”You nod and pout slightly, unable to help yourself. Jimin lets out a laugh, leaning back in his chair a bit, and you pretend not to notice the outline of his dick in his pants.“You’re cute.” He says. “I’ll have to start hanging out with you and Yoonji more. Especially this week. I can say anything to you and it’ll work you up!”You gape at him.“Don’t worry. I’m not trying to fuck you. I think you and Yoonji make a great couple. I’m just saying it does wonders for my self esteem to watch you blush for me.”He only laughs when you blush harder, and pats your back soothingly when you flop forward onto the desk.***You’re not quite sure how you manage to make it through to last period, but you do. You can’t help the little jolt in your stomach when you see Yoonji there waiting for you. She smirks when she sees you, and when you sit down she leans towards you.“Jimin and I sit next to each other in fifth period.” Is all she says and your face flushes. “Yeah, he told me about your conversation. How needy and cute you are.”“I’m sorry!” You say. “You know I would never–”“Enough, baby. I’m not mad at you. You should’ve seen the way Jimin was talking about you. He’d do you in a heartbeat, but the boy knows his place.”You sigh with relief and Yoonji smiles.“I told him he could tease you too, verbally, that is.” She says simply and you feel like you’re about to die.Suddenly, the teacher walks in. It’s not your usually instructor though, and the man at the front of the room introduces himself as Kim Namjoon, a graduate student who will be acting as your substitute for the next few days.The class cheers, and Namjoon rolls his eyes, but you’re much more concerned with the near-sinister glare Yoonji pins you with. You already know you’re in for it now.You’re not surprised in the slightest when Yoonji’s hand slips into your lap about five minutes into Namjoon’s lecture, but you are surprised at how quickly your legs fall open, allowing her access. She has no panties to move aside, and so she quickly gets to work, her long, elegant fingers circling around your clit slowly. It’s a stark contrast to the hard and fast way she’d been taken to fucking you recently, and you can’t help but let out a little sigh at her ministrations.The two of you sit in the back, so you’re not too worried about any of the students seeing you, and soon enough, Namjoon flicks the lights off and puts in a film. Some sort of science movie. You really can’t keep track of it. Her fingers working their way inside of you make your head spin.“At least try and look like you’re watching the movie.” Yoonji whispers, “Wouldn’t want to get in trouble, would we?”You nod and force your gaze up to the television.However, on the way there, you lock eyes with the substitute. His eyes are wide, mouth slightly open, and you’re sure that it’s the look on your face that gave you away. You turn to Yoonji, to tell her you’ve been caught, but as she glares firmly at the surprised grad student, you can tell she already knows.His eyes flicker to Yoonji’s for a moment, and he’s trapped. Her intense gaze makes him sink down in his seat, ashamed at having been caught ogling. Still though, he holds her gaze and she only uses the situation to attempt more of a power play. She always rose to the challenge, if given one. It was both fantastically endearing and ridiculously annoying.She started moving her fingers in you faster, her thumb working on your clit as she held Namjoon’s gaze.At this point you were so sensitive it took no time at all to bring you to the edge, but before you could fall over that sweet precipice, Yoonji removes her fingers. The action is expected, but you can’t help but sag onto the table in agony. One last glance at your girlfriend shows her licking the taste of you off of her fingers before casually flipping the substitute off. You couldn’t even think to chastise her, sleep pulling you under.***The next day, Yoonji seems to be going easier on you, if only for the panicked state of your body at all times.Yoonji knows what you look like when you’re aroused, and her eyes had widened when she’d seen you this morning, surprised at the blown state of your pupils when she hadn’t even touched you.She didn’t pull you off to the bathroom today, only standing behind you with her arms around your waist, watching you gather your books. She parted from you with chaste kisses and sweet words, that still seemed to simply funnel desire directly into your already throbbing core.Jimin, on the other hand, seems out to get you.“I heard from Yoonji that you’re not wearing any underwear.” He says as soon as you sit down, and you feel yourself clench around nothing, remembering that Yoonji had given him permission to tease you.“Is that true?” He presses, and you glance quickly around before you nod.Jimin lets out a huff of breath.“Shit, Yoonji really hit the jackpot with you. Would you let her bend you over the desk to fuck you?”Your mouth drops open, and his eyes narrow at the soft pink ‘O’ of your lips.“Jimin, don’t you think you’re being a bit forward?!” You finally manage to blurt out and he just laughs.“Yoonji said you would be like this, too. All shy and coy. But you keep pressing your thighs together, so I must be doing something right.” You grit your teeth in embarrassment. You couldn’t help that Jimin’s words were bothering you! He was definitely the prettiest boy in school, and before Yoonji had arrived you’d had a huge crush on him. He doesn’t do it for you anymore, but the thought of Yoonji divulging such personal information about you to him was… arousing, to put it mildly.“What if I told you about all the times I’ve touched myself to the thought of the two of you.” He continues, and you nearly break your neck you look up at him so fast.“W-What?” You ask.“You heard me, ever since you guys went public I’ve thought about you two. I bet Yoonji never lets you tap out either, I bet you’re both covered in your own cum by the end of it.” He closes his eyes and sighs at the thought, blatantly bringing his hand down to readjust himself.“And now,” he continues, “with this whole stint she’s got you in, well… the fantasies just write themselves, don’t they?”You should be mad. You should be uncomfortable or disgusted. But the way your cunt literally throbs at Jimin’s words shows you that you’re powerless to the images his mind conjures up. You can’t imagine going on like this for another five days. You think you would lose control of yourself and jump the first person who lets you.“You know,” Jimin coos in your ear, “Yoonji always drags you places… you could always return the favor. I bet if you begged real pretty she’d fold and let you cum. She’s so soft for you.”Before his words even have time to register, you’re up and out of your seat. You hear Jimin make some excuse to the teacher as you go, and since no one follows you out, you figure you’re in the clear.It isn’t long before you’re poking your head into Yoonji’s classroom, putting on your best and most innocent face as you tell her teacher you need to steal her for a moment. The teacher doesn’t even ask why, you’re both good students, and so soon enough you’re dragging Yoonji down the hallway and into the bathroom.“What are you doing?!” She asks but you simply push her up against the wall and kiss her.She laughs into the kiss, her hands coming to grab at your hips, and you spread your legs slightly to force her knee between them.You can’t control yourself at all, your hips rolling forward onto Yoonji’s thigh, and your girlfriend watches in awe as you wantonly grind into her. You’re both surprised by your audacity. To interrupt school so thoroughly for a fuck was unlike you, not that Yoonji was complaining.“Yoonji,” you mutter, still moving your core against her, “Yoonji, I can’t wait anymore. Please make me cum, please. I’ll do anything. I think I’ll die if you make me wait one more second, please I need you, I only need you!”“God, fuck it.” She says, slamming you back against the wall and kissing your mouth hard. “What the fuck did Jimin say to you? I ought to thank him.”You don’t respond, your mind blissfully blank as she plunges her fingers inside of you. You both know you don’t have much time, and you couldn’t take any foreplay anyway.The slick sounds of her hand in your pussy fill the air and it leaves even Yoonji breathless. Suddenly, she shifts, her fingers hitting the spot inside you that makes you see stars. A high pitched whimper emanating from your lips.“Shit,” Yoonji lets out, “do you like that? Do you like knowing I’m finally gonna let you cum?”You can’t form a coherent thought, moans escaping from your lips unbidden. Yoonji doesn’t seem to mind though, and only works her fingers faster.“Oh, pet, I love to see you like this. Legs shaking, sweet, swollen cunt throbbing around my fingers, you’re so fucking tight.” She whispers dirty praises into your ear and it’s all you can do to just remember how to breathe. You’re sure you’re not going to survive this orgasm. Especially not with Yoonji’s filthy words filling your head.“God, look at you! You’re dripping down my hand. And getting our uniforms wet. But that’s what you want, isn’t it. You’re so desperate to cum that you don’t care who finds out.”The world is spinning, your body is on fire and you can’t seem to focus on anything that isn’t Yoonji, Yoonji, Yoonji.It’s only after a few moments that you realize you’re saying her name out loud, like a mantra. A doctrine for you and you alone.“Yeah, fuck. I love that.” She mutters, “I want you to cum, sweets, I want you to cum all over my hand. I want to feel you.”And then she kisses you, her soft mouth pressing into your own. The action is all it takes to push you over the edge. Your worked up body cumming harder than you ever have in your life. Yoonji works you through your orgasm, wave upon wave of blissful release washing over you. By the time you’re finished, you can hardly stand but Yoonji seems to have anticipated this, and she lets you rest yourself on her.It takes hearing Yoonji call your name to pull you out of your reverie.“Babe, are you alright?” She says softly, and you manage a nod.“Did that feel good?” Another nod.Yoonji smiles, and like yesterday, begins to clean you up.You’re sure you cling to her tighter as you walk back to your respective classes, and you pull her in for a long, drawn out kiss before you let her go.When you walk back into your class, Jimin throws you a knowing glance. You sit down next to him, and immediately he turns to face you.“So,” he says with a wink, “did she finally make you cum?”