Ditched

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon for Jiwoo and Jungeun. Maybe a little too lazy as the two had napped themselves into oblivion longer than expected. 

 The other members went out for milkshakes after giving up on disrupting their collective unconsciousness, leaving the two nestled together against each other’s warm bodies and snoring louder than any human should be physically able to. 

 Jiwoo was the first to stir back into reality, unsure of what day it was anymore. 

 “Ah, Jungeun, get off me. You’re so heavy, god,” Jiwoo said groggily, trying to shove her tiny body away.

 “M-morning,” Jungeun sleepily said, oblivious to her tribulations, resting her head on Jiwoo’s chest close enough to hear her heart beating. 

 “Morning? It’s two in the afternoon dummy,” Jiwoo said. 

 Jungeun rubbed her eyes and wiped the drool from her chin as she checked around her surroundings. “Where is everyone?” 

 “Dunno,” Jiwoo said, shrugging her shoulders. “There’s a note on the fridge.” 

 Jungeun clumsily climbed off Jiwoo and headed to the fridge, reading the pink post-it note with pretty handwriting in the center surrounded by cute hung up pictures of everyone.

 We’re getting ice cream. See u losers later!! - Yerim

 “They left to get ice cream,” Jungeun said, pouting in disappointment. “I wanted ice cream.” 

 “If you wanted something to lick you could have just asked,” Jiwoo giggled. 

 Jungen audibly groaned. “You cannot be-” 

 “Cannot be what?” Jiwoo interrupted, pulling the younger onto her lap, sealing her lips with a kiss. 

 “You cannot-mmph!” Jiwoo interrupted her again, sticking two fingers in her mouth and smiling as Jungeun instinctively began to wrap her lips around, sucking and moaning around them, knowing her weakness and satisfying her oral fixation.

 “You’re too easy to shut up, " Jiwoo said, quickly finding her fingers becoming covered in Jungeun’s warm messy drool.

 “Now, where was I? Everyone is gone, which means?” she asked, looking for an answer but only finding more loud slurping sounds of Jungeun tasting her fingers.

 “Which means we have all the time in the world for me to rearrange your guts,” Jiwoo smugly said. 

 “They’ll be back soon, I’d rather not get caught, ” Jungeun said, whining as Jiwoo’s fingers withdrew with a pop. 

 “No they won’t, it takes them an hour just to decide what flavor to get.”

 Jungeun nervously looked on while Jiwoo smlled. “So while they’re having fun, maybe we can have some fun?” Jiwoo said. Jungeun wasn’t one to refuse, draping her body across Jiwoo’s body.

 “Ugh, not again. You really are heavy.” 

 “Hey!” Jungeun complained. Jiwoo giggled but couldn’t help eyeing Jungeun’s backside, the plump cheeks that looked so nice against her pajama bottoms. 

 “Jungeun…”

 “Yes, Jiwoo?” 

 Jiwoo gave her ass a harsh slap, causing Jungeun to scream so loudly both her voice and the sound of her bottom being spanked echoed around the dorm. Jiwoo imitated her cry, coming off as more of a squawk which made her giggle. 

 “With nobody here to bother us I can make you be as loud for me as possible,” Jiwoo said, with two more fresh slaps on her ass, earning two more cries.

 “I don’t wanna,” Jungeun protested. 

 “Are we pretending you don’t like being spanked?” 

 “No, I-” 

 “What then? Use your words.” 

 “You’re poking me.”

 “Me? I’m not even touching you. Except right here,” Jiwoo said as she smacked her ass again.

“Not that. It’s poking me. You’re a little too excited, Jiwoo,” Jungeun said as she blushed beet red. 

 Jiwoo didn’t spank her again, instead bit her lip as the two exchanged glances. 

 “Maybe you should do something about it,” Jiwoo said.

 “Maybe you should do something about it,” Jungeun said, poorly stifling a laugh. 

 “Lay down on the couch for me sweetie.” 

 Jungeun was quick to obey as she usually was, except when she wanted to act like a brat for Jiwoo and get her ass painted redder than an apple. The two flipped positions with Jungeun laying on her back, her head resting comfortably. 

 As Jiwoo stood up, clearly packing heat through her pajamas, Jungeun chuckled at the sight of her bulge but also felt aroused by it.

 “What’s so funny, baby?” 

“N-nothing,”

 “Thought so. You won’t be laughing when you’re choking on this,” Jiwoo mischievously said, stripping her pajama pants off, her huge throbbing cock springing out. Jungeun’s eyes went wide and she didn’t say another word. 

 Jungeun drooled over Jiwoo’s thick meat as her chest was straddled, eyes roaming every inch of her throbbing appetizing cock. 

 “You did this to me, baby,” Jiwoo said, giving herself a few quick strokes. “Now you’re gonna have to deal with it.” 

 Jiwoo fed the first few inches into Jungeun’s mouth, lips sealing around it and Jungeun sucking slowly. 

 “Didn’t I teach you to do better, Jungie?” 

 Jungeun’s wide eyes stared at Jiwoo, looking at the clear disappointment in her eyes as she knew what was coming. Jiwoo sank deeper and deeper down the depths of her throat, grabbing the back of her head and tying her fingers around the dark strands of hair until she bottomed her out, hitting the back of her throat, causing a gag and watching Jungeun’s pleading eyes enjoying the act of filling out her throat so well. 

“There we go…” 

 Jiwoo didn’t dawdle, ramming her thick flesh down Jungeun’s warm throat repeatedly and earning forceful gags and messy slurps that intoxicated her with each sound.