Domestic Drabble 1: Quiet Night

“Good book?”

“Yeah.” Dahyun replies as she rests her head on your chest while reading. “A script came in that’s based on it. I thought it would be good to see the source for myself.”

“You always like getting a headstart, don’t you?” you joke as you bring your attention back to the show on the TV.

Quiet nights like these are rare. Hectic schedules always get in the way of any of you managing to get some free time, even more so getting a quiet night for all three of you at the same time. Still, it makes these rare occasions special. Something you and the girls cherish when you get the chance to. Tonight, you get the chance to do so with Dahyun. Sullyoon’s concentrating on NMIXX’s new album, so she’s spending more time in the dorm.

Dahyun’s focused on the book, which is surprising considering she got bored with the script almost immediately. Could just be dissonance between the author and the producers. You’re catching up on a few movies from back home. They’re entertaining and interesting, you won’t deny that. It’s just, there’s something else that captures your attention. Technically someone else.

Your eyes gravitate to Dahyun as she snuggles up to you while she reads her book. Her head’s resting on your chest and shoulder, her legs sitting across your thighs. You can’t help but think how good she looks in that oversized (your) sweater, with her shorts just peeking out from under the hem. Beyond them, were her thighs, which always gets you in a trance. Normally, the two of you would already be all over each other to fully utilize a night alone together, but she unfortunately has an early schedule the following day. Meaning sex was off the table. However, an idea starts to form in your head, and you can’t help but smirk as you enact your naughty plan.

You adjust Dahyun’s position, having her fully sit on your lap. Her back presses against your chest as she remains unfazed by your sudden action. Your arms stay wrapped around her waist for a moment before they traverse downwards of her body. You stop at her thighs, letting your finger tips dance on her milky white skin. You never fully grab her. You just tease her with soft and light touches, going up and down from her knees to her upper thigh. Her body stiffens a bit. Her breaths start to become deeper. Throughout all that, she remains focused on her book. Or, at the very least, acts like it.

“Chris…” Dahyun mutters under her breath. “Babe… We can’t…”

“I know.” You whisper in her ear. “That doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.” 

Your fingertips are replaced by your palms, with you now massaging her thighs instead of just teasing them. You grip her flesh hard, kneading them between your fingers. You didn’t have to ask if she likes it. The moan that escapes her mouth does the job. She tries to stifle the rest from escaping her mouth by biting her lower lip, but it’s a futile attempt.

Your massage is deliberate. Not just randomly kneading her flesh at random spots, no. You start off at her knees again, gripping her flesh hard and letting them sit in between your fingers. When you feel her soften, you start slowly moving up while repeating your actions until you're barely an inch away from her core. You couldn’t see it since she was facing away from you, but you knew she wasn’t focused on her book anymore. Her body was tense on top of you. You could tell her eyes were darting from the words on the page to her thighs, heavily anticipating your touch. Instead, you continue to tease her. Your actions just barely get you close before you move back down again. Her breath quickens with anticipation. She tries to nudge her body just the slightest bit to finally get you to touch her, only for you to move down in response.

You could feel it. Dahyun was getting desperate for your touch.

To make it even more unbearable for her, your lips start ghosting her neck. You never make contact, letting your hot breath crash against her porcelain skin with each of your breaths. She shudders from the sensation, unable to focus on either. Her eyes close from the pleasure, unable to bear the teasing anymore. Suddenly, they’re shocked open when it happens.

Your knuckle accidentally but maybe also intentionally brushes against her crotch, her lower lips getting caught and spread open under shorts. Dahyun shudders hard on top of you. The slightest touch almost brings her to her climax. It’s driving her insane, with you being so close yet still so fucking far.

That’s when you feel it.

Dahyun melts in your embrace. She shudders from your touch. Her arms drop to her side, along with the book crashing on to the couch. Her mouth betrays her as she starts muttering in her softest voice possible.

“Please…” 

“What was that, dub?” you whisper into her ear before going back to breathing hot air all over her shoulder and neck.

“Please… touch me…” She whispers again.

“I need to hear you say it, Dahyun.” your voice may be soft, but she feels the authoritativeness. Your hands go back to the top of her thighs, focusing all your action just close enough to her core that it drives her insane. One hand travels above her shorts, playfully breaching the garter but never fully entering. It’s what finally pushes her off the edge

“Oh god— Oh fuck! For fuck’s sake! Just fuck me, babe! Please! I need you!”

Her plea satisfies you. In sync, your lips finally make contact with her neck just as your hand breaches her shorts and makes contact with her folds. The audible moan that escapes from Dahyun’s throat echoes in the living room. Her whole body shudders from the fruits of her anticipation. You ease in two fingers into her soaking core, your thumb and palm putting pressure on her inflamed clit. You grant her wish, pumping your digits into her sopping cunt at a relentless pace, rewarding her for surviving the edging you put her through. Your thumb and palm stay  glued to her clit, pressing on it, kneading it, playing it to maximize her pleasure.

By now, Dahyun’s a moaning wreck, squirming in your embrace as you continue to pump your fingers into her. Your other hand, unfortunately, abandons her thighs and sneaks under her sweater, tracing a path over her smooth tummy and being pleasantly surprised by the lack of a bra. The second you take one of her mounds in your grasp, she moans— nearly shouts at the top of her lungs in approval.

“God, babe! You’re— you’re making me -FUCK- feel so fucking good!”

You don’t reply since your mouth is still attached to her neck. Instead of words, you reply by kneading the soft flesh of her tits in your hands, pinching and pulling her hardened peaks before letting them dance in the spaces between your fingers. You also ramp up the actions of your other hand. Your thumb presses on her clit, flicking it occasionally. Your fingers start pumping into her harder and faster, pushing deep and rubbing her most sensitive spots. She’s restless in your hold as the moans continue to pour out of her mouth. Her hips buck against your hand, meeting every thrust of your digits, driving you deeper into her. It only takes a few more pumps, rubbing the right spot before—

“Oh fuck! Babe– Chris! I’m close! I’m close! I’m—”

Dahyun cries out in pleasure when the wave of pleasure hits her. Her body arches up and away from you as she tenses up. Her hips stutter in meeting you as you continue to pump into her through her orgasm. Gushes of her nectar crash against your digits, soaking your hands, her shorts and everything surrounding the area. Your mouth latches on to her neck, kissing and sucking on her flesh as added stimulation, marking her skin for yourself. 

The slurry of moans and gibberish pouring out of Dahyun finally slows down, being replaced by her labored breaths. She melts in your embrace, going limp on top of your body. When you finally latch off from her neck, you see the blissful look on her face. Half-lidded eyes matched with a satisfied smile. You give her a quick peck on her cheek before you lean into her ear. 

“So…” you whisper to her “did you feel good?”

“Yes…” she mutters under her labored breath “fucking… yes. Fucking ruined my shorts.”

“To be fair, you ruined mine too.” You retort with a joke as she notices that she also soaked yours.

“I’m… I need a shower.” She says as she stands on shaky legs. Her shorts and underwear finally succumb to gravity, hitting the ground and pooling at her ankles before she steps out of them. She starts making her way to the bathroom but then notices that you’re still sitting down.

“I thought by now you would know that’s an open invitation.” She says as she looks over her shoulder. You spring to your feet, whiff her off of hers, and carry her the rest of the way to the shower.

She ends up late to her schedule the next day.