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Zhang Hao was told three things before she was allowed to sign her Girl’s Planet contract.
One: she had to be mindful of every little thing she did down to the most minute details, because everything that happens in the dorms would most likely be shown in some way. Even the most regular conversations could be snipped into a YouTube highlight reel.
Two: she had to treat the other trainees with respect or she would be subject to disciplinary actions from the company. She was a valuable asset, and they didn’t want her to be rude to anyone; not only because it was morally wrong but because a single scandal could be devastating to her chances. The company had high expectations for her. They expected her to meet them.
And three: she wasn’t allowed to date any other trainees. That was a firm rule, and they weren’t kidding about it. It was even bolded in the contract: any romantic relationship between trainees was not allowed. Emphasis theirs.
No problem, she thought, signing her name across the dotted line. She would never put her personal desires above her dreams. Dating or fooling around with anybody didn’t even occur to her.
“Did you understand all that?” her manager asked, just in case.
She smiled and handed the clipboard back. “Of course,” she said, bowing her head. “I won’t disappoint you.”
They were two months into the show, and Zhang Hao had yet to disappoint anybody.
She was, however, currently in the process of disappointing them.
“Unnie,” Hanbin whispered, mouthing along her neck, her tongue lapping up Zhang Hao’s sweat. Zhang Hao had felt disgusting coming out of the practice room, but Hanbin didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, Hanbin seemed to relish in it, which… was hotter than Zhang Hao expected or wanted it to be. That wouldn’t do.
“What,” she hissed, shoving Hanbin away from her. “Stop, I’m so gross. Let me shower first.”
Hanbin raised an eyebrow, placing both hands on the wall behind Zhang Hao’s shoulders.
“If you shower, you’ll get sleepy after,” Hanbin accused. Her lips formed a perfectly practiced pout, and she whined, “This is the only alone time we’re going to get for like a week.”
Zhang Hao flushed all the way down her neck. She was well aware of that fact, and that was precisely why she didn’t want to keep going. She’d spent the past three weeks fending off Hanbin’s attempts at going any further than kissing, and her excuse had always been the possibility of being caught.
Except today was their rest day, and practically everybody had gone back home or to their company dorms aside from them—ripping away Zhang Hao’s most reasonable excuse.
She was trying to be the mature one between them and not allow them to be led by their bodies rather than logic, but Hanbin wasn’t exactly making it easy on her.
Hanbin caught onto her genuine reluctance and pulled back, the teasing tone disappearing from her words.
“If you really don’t want to do anything, it’s okay. I just thought…”
She bit her lip, and Zhang Hao’s heart plummeted.
Of course she wanted Hanbin. The idea that she could ever not want Hanbin was absurd. She was just terrified of something going wrong, of them irrevocably fucking up their chances on the show for a few hours of time together.
But god, did she want Hanbin despite all that.
Then again, Zhang Hao had been rejecting her advances for weeks; she could see from Hanbin’s point of view why she might think Zhang Hao didn’t want her in that way.
“You know that’s not true,” Zhang Hao said quietly. She stepped forward and slotted her body against Hanbin’s in an awkward hug. Hanbin gave better hugs than her, but she tried her best anyways. “I’m just trying to be careful.”
“Well, I guess that’s fair,” Hanbin said, her lip wobbling. She wrapped her arms around Zhang Hao and buried her face in her neck. She sounded like she was trying to make her next words into a joke, “Since I’m a monster and I want to defile you.”
Zhang Hao burst out laughing, and even Hanbin couldn’t keep her straight face. She squeezed Zhang Hao a little tighter.
“You are, though,” Zhang Hao said, twisting her fingers in the hair at the base of Hanbin’s skull. “A monster. You’ve already ruined me without touching me. Don’t worry about that.”
Hanbin took Zhang Hao’s wrists in her hands and lifted them over her head, pressing her against the wall. She looked into Zhang Hao’s eyes, searching for a reason not to.
“Unnie…” she was openly pleading now.
Zhang Hao swallowed, trying to calm her thoughts. It was easy to get swept up in Hanbin’s gaze.
“I just don’t want this to become a habit,” she said.
“It won’t,” Hanbin insisted, firmly.
“I’m serious, Hanbin,” Zhang Hao said.
“I am too.”
Hanbin wrapped her arms around Zhang Hao and dropped her voice to a whisper, as if she was telling Zhang Hao a secret.
“I know how serious this is,” she murmured, nipping at Zhang Hao’s ear. “I wouldn’t put you at risk like that. Or myself.”
Zhang Hao shivered. She really didn’t doubt that Hanbin meant what she said, but…
“Somebody could come back to the dorms early,” she argued.
Hanbin laughed, her breath warm on Zhang Hao’s face.
“Who on earth would willingly come back here early?” she asked, and unfortunately, she had a point.
Zhang Hao looked down at her, at those sharp eyes and strong jawline, and sighed. Hanbin was unfairly beautiful.
Fuck, who was Zhang Hao kidding? There was only one way this could end. She’d definitely regret how easily she gave in later on, but putting it off like this was just a waste of the precious time they had alone together.
“We can’t be loud. There’s still staff around,” she said, slowly.
It took a few seconds for Hanbin to react. She gasped, her eyes going wide. If she had a tail, it would be wagging right now.
“We can—we can use our bags to barricade the door,” she said frantically, like she was scared Zhang Hao was going to take back her words. Her cheeks coloured, matching the sparkle in her eyes. She really did wear her heart on her sleeve. “I’ll be quiet. Nobody will hear us, I swear.”
Her earnestness made Zhang Hao smile, and her eyes flickered to the ground.
“Okay,” she said, and let Hanbin tug her closer again. “But only just this once.”
After weeks of avoiding this exact situation, Zhang Hao found that it wasn’t difficult to get into the mood. She admittedly felt much better about letting Hanbin touch her once the door was properly closed off. At the very least, nobody was getting in without them having a few seconds to recollect themselves.
Hanbin looked happier right now than she had when their team won first place. Her smile was blinding, and when she kissed her Zhang Hao felt her insides turn to jelly.
“Unnie, there’s so much I want to do to you,” Hanbin said, panting just from their kiss. All her words came out in one breath.
“First of all, keep kissing me,” Zhang Hao huffed. Hanbin giggled, and lovingly obliged.
She kissed Zhang Hao hard, with teeth and tongue. Zhang Hao grabbed onto her shoulders to steady herself. She could barely keep up with the way Hanbin’s hands roamed her body, hot and needy. The one in her hair pulled hard, and the one at her hip gripped just as firmly.
“Slow down,” she said, breathlessly.
Hanbin hummed. She didn’t seem very inclined to follow Zhang Hao’s instructions. Her hands trailed lower until they found Zhang Hao’s. She guided Zhang Hao’s hands to her waist, a quiet invitation, and Zhang Hao swallowed, but didn’t pull back.
It surprised her how nervous she was. Her hands had travelled lower and lower down Hanbin’s abdomen, and Zhang Hao was now cupping her ass through her pants, Hanbin’s shirt riding up. She could feel the edge of Hanbin’s bra against her fingertips, and she hesitated there, wondering if this was okay. Hanbin hadn’t explicitly said that’s where she wanted her hands, but…
“Can I?” Zhang Hao whispered, playing with the clasp at the back of Hanbin’s bra. Her fingers shook, and she hated herself for it. She was nervous; nervous of being caught, of Hanbin’s reaction to her boldness, of this becoming more real.
“Yeah,” Hanbin breathed, tilting her head back. She sounded relaxed, but Zhang Hao could see the tight set of her shoulders, her rigid posture. She wasn’t nearly as unbothered as she sounded.
Zhang Hao held her breath as she slid the garment off of Hanbin’s body. She was so much bigger than Zhang Hao, in many ways but especially this one—the heft of her breasts, the curve of her body, the width of her shoulders. Her thighs were toned from years of dancing, the flat muscles of her stomach stark and firm where they pressed against Zhang Hao’s.
The bra dropped to the floor, and Zhang Hao’s fingers trembled as they came to rest on Hanbin’s waist. Why was she so nervous? It wasn’t like she’d never seen another woman naked—she had, intimately, many times—but… none of them had looked like Hanbin did right now.
Get it together, she told herself, and slid her hand upwards to boldly cup one of Hanbin’s breasts.
Hanbin smiled at her, somewhere between amused and befuddled. “Is this your first time with a woman, unnie?”
“No!” Zhang Hao said, blurting out before she could stop herself. Hanbin burst into a fit of giggles, either at how unnecessarily loud she was or how red her face was getting, which only made her embarrassment worse. She swallowed and clarified, “No, it’s not.”
She wasn’t about to admit that her body count was a number higher than Hanbin’s age and it wasn’t inexperience that was making her nervous. It was just Hanbin.
“Well,” Hanbin said, still smiling. She placed her hand over Zhang Hao’s, the one that sat over her chest. “It’s mine.”
“It’s… what?” Zhang Hao sputtered. “But I thought you said—” The whole reason they’d bonded at first was because of their shared love for women.
“I mean, you don’t need to have sex with somebody to know you’re attracted to them, right?” Hanbin scratched the back of her neck sheepishly. “It’s not that I thought I was straight or anything. I just—I hadn’t found the right person. Until now.”
The implications of that statement set in, and Zhang Hao felt her throat close up. Her chest felt tight.
“And you think I’m the right person?” she asked, almost involuntarily.
“If not you, then I don’t know who else,” Hanbin admitted softly.
Imagine confessing to the girl you’d fallen for in just two months, inside of a laundry room, on a reality TV show, with her boob in your hand.
Zhang Hao didn’t have to imagine.
“You’re that person for me too,” Zhang Hao whispered, feeling the weight of every word on her tongue. It was one of those moments that existed in a place outside of time; a moment when everything was crystallising around the next course of action, and every decision was irrevocable. “The right person.”
Hanbin giggled, kissing the corner of Zhang Hao’s mouth. “Then show me?” she said against her skin.
She had a perpetual smile on her face, and she looked so completely and utterly beautiful that Zhang Hao’s heart ached. Zhang Hao was totally going to fall in love with this girl, wasn’t she?
“I’m going to keep going now,” she said, mustering all her courage. She was older, she was more experienced, it was only fair that she led them through this even though she was overwhelmed inside.
“Mm.” Hanbin nuzzled against Zhang Hao’s collarbone, clasping her waist.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath and cupped Hanbin’s breasts in her palms, feeling the weight of them and the press of her nipples against her palms. She rolled the skin between her fingers, pressing hard on the nipple, and Hanbin hissed, a quiet sound that sounded like it was halfway between pleasure and pain.
“Are you sensitive?” Zhang Hao asked, teasing her other nipple between her fingers. “Do you like that?”
Hanbin groaned and nodded, leaning forward. She covered her eyes with her arm, panting softly. Zhang Hao felt power coursing through her, and she experimented with what her other hand could do to Hanbin, rolling and pinching and tugging, flicking over and over again.
“Unnie, you’re killing me,” Hanbin said, sounding out of breath.
This—unravelling a pretty girl in her hands—was something Zhang Hao was more experienced in, and how obviously affected Hanbin was only emboldened her. She held her steady by the back of her head and guided Hanbin forward, taking the hardened nub of flesh into her mouth and lapping her tongue around it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Hanbin muttered, biting on the skin of her arm to muffle her voice.
Zhang Hao wrapped her free hand around Hanbin’s back, feeling the muscles there tense and flex beneath her palm as she continued to suck on her breasts. She was learning more about what made Hanbin whine, and she wanted to map every inch of her body.
She let go of Hanbin’s nipple with a soft pop and then leaned up and kissed her, gentle and sweet. She could feel Hanbin’s nipples through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, and the slightest brush against her own made her shiver.
“I want to touch you too,” Hanbin whispered, not one to let a situation go unbalanced for long. She squeezed Zhang Hao’s ass through her sweatpants and then trailed her hand up, lifting her shirt to kiss her stomach.
“I wasn’t—ah, I wasn’t done with you,” Zhang Hao said, but no part of her fought back as Hanbin unclipped her bra.
“Don’t care,” was all Hanbin quipped, and threw Zhang Hao’s bra and shirt aside.
Zhang Hao’s chest was smaller than Hanbin’s, and while she’d never been particularly self-conscious about her size, she was mildly fascinated by the size difference between them. Something about their differences made her feel… attractive. Like they fit together perfectly. It helped that Hanbin was staring at her like she was the prettiest thing in the world.
She swallowed and placed her hands over Hanbin’s, moving them upwards until they were resting on her breasts, on the warm skin of her chest.
Hanbin smiled up at her and placed a chaste kiss to her jaw.
“Perfect size,” she said, grinning wolfishly, and Zhang Hao rolled her eyes.
“Just get on with—oh,” she cut herself off as Hanbin moved her hands. It was gentle at first, tentative as her hands wrapped around her, but as Hanbin began to explore, she grew braver.
“It feels good,” Zhang Hao said, voice strained. “Just like—ah, like that. Little harder.”
Hanbin hummed and listened to her instructions, tugging and squeezing a little rougher, a little stronger. Her hands were so soft, softer than Zhang Hao’s, but stronger too. She was practically kneading Zhang Hao’s chest like dough, and Zhang Hao felt a rush of blood straight to her lower abdomen.
“Can I kiss you there?” Hanbin asked, circling one of Zhang Hao’s nipples with a thumb.
“Why are you asking?” Zhang Hao said. Seriously, why was Hanbin asking? Was she a sadist? She knew Zhang Hao hated saying these things out loud.
“Because I want to treat you as well as you treat me,” Hanbin hummed, pinching her on the side. “And it felt good for me.”
“You’re a brat,” Zhang Hao said, but she couldn’t quite keep the smile off her face. She never could, around Hanbin.
That smile quickly dissipated once Hanbin grinned and swooped downwards, lapping her tongue over Zhang Hao’s nipple. Zhang Hao’s heart rate went through the roof, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of Hanbin’s lips around her.
She wasn’t quite as sensitive there as Hanbin was, but just the feeling of Hanbin’s tongue on her, and the sight of her red lips pursed around her, was enough to get her body warm and tingly.
She slipped her fingers through Hanbin’s hair and tugged hard, and Hanbin moaned into her breast.
That was… definitely an unexpectedly hot thing to hear.
She tugged again, and Hanbin whined, gripping Zhang Hao’s thigh with her free hand.
“You’re making it really hard to be quiet,” she choked out, kissing the crevice between her breasts, looking up at her.
She looked like a puppy, Zhang Hao thought, and it was almost too cute for her to resist. Zhang Hao’s first impression of Hanbin had been that she was confident and stubborn. She still wasn’t used to this side of Hanbin, the one that childishly begged for things and submitted to all of Zhang Hao’s commands.
She squeezed her thighs together. She could feel the wetness seeping through her underwear.
Hanbin smiled serenely and went back to laving her tongue over her breasts. Zhang Hao watched as she dragged her lips further down, until she was kissing the skin of Zhang Hao’s stomach, her lips just above the edge of her pants.
She wondered if Hanbin could feel her pulse racing beneath her skin. It seemed impossible that she wouldn’t, with how hard her heart was pounding.
Hanbin looked obscene on her knees, with her long, messy hair and spit-slicked lips and large breasts hanging at just the right angle for Zhang Hao to be unable to ignore. It was unreal that Zhang Hao got to see her like this. The amount of people who would kill to be in Zhang Hao’s position right now—
“Will you teach me?” Hanbin asked, speaking with her mouth against Zhang Hao’s skin.
“Teach you what?” Zhang Hao was out of breath already.
Hanbin didn’t respond, instead hooking her thumbs under the waistband of Zhang Hao’s sweatpants. She lifted them with ease and slid them downwards, her fingers trailing along the skin of Zhang Hao’s legs.
“Ah,” Zhang Hao said, sucking in a deep breath.
Hanbin sunk onto her knees and pushed Zhang Hao’s underwear down with her nose, until it too pooled around her ankles. She paused, and her head was in the perfect position for her to…
Zhang Hao felt heat flood her cheeks. There was a sudden pressure at the junction of her thighs, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around Hanbin’s shoulders to steady herself.
There was no way Hanbin wasn’t feeling her wetness now.
Unsurprisingly, Hanbin was overjoyed to be in this position, and her hands were restless on Zhang Hao’s body, touching everywhere she could without going directly for where Zhang Hao wanted her the most.
“Tell me what to do,” Hanbin said—more like demanded, really. “I want to be good for you.”
Zhang Hao nearly choked on her own spit. “I don’t think you need to be worried about that,” she said, sincerely.
Partly because Hanbin was naturally good at everything, partly because Zhang Hao was pretty sure she would come just from Hanbin staring at her for too long. Zhang Hao was just that into her.
Hanbin pouted, resting her chin on Zhang Hao’s thigh. “Well, I’m going to worry anyways, so teach me.”
“You don’t need to be so serious about it,” Zhang Hao said. Her voice was already hoarse. The intensity of her own reaction scared her a little.
“What’s more serious than your pleasure?” Hanbin wondered out loud. She mouthed at Zhang Hao’s thigh, first the outer part and then the inner, her lips leaving Zhang Hao’s skin wet in their wake. “Nothing is more serious to me.”
“The show?”
Now it was Hanbin’s turn to roll her eyes, and she snatched one of Zhang Hao’s hands to bring it to her hair. No more fooling around.
“The more you drag this on, the more likely it is for somebody to walk by,” she pointed out matter-of-factly. Zhang Hao went red realising she was the one prolonging things now, even though she’d been the one nagging at Hanbin for the same thing.
“Fine,” she huffed, carding her fingers through Hanbin’s hair. Where did she even begin? “Just… I don’t know. Kiss it.”
She was going to blame her poor instructions on the fact she was speaking in her third language (not true) and not because she felt horribly out of her depth (true).
Yes, Zhang Hao was experienced, and yes, she should be able to fulfil Hanbin’s request easily enough, but having sex with strangers differed vastly from doing so with the girl she’d broken her contract terms for.
“Okay, unnie,” Hanbin said in the most innocent voice, like she hadn’t been trying to tear her apart just a minute ago.
The worst part was Zhang Hao knew Hanbin’s innocence was sincere. The unadulterated way she cared for Zhang Hao made her so vulnerable in the process. There was definitely a part of her that was just teasing Zhang Hao, but Zhang Hao was sure there was another part of her that was acting purely on emotion.
Zhang Hao wouldn’t take advantage of that. She wanted to be good for Hanbin too.
“Kiss it, and…” Every word felt like nails on a chalkboard with how embarrassed she was; it spoke to how fond she was of Hanbin that she didn’t give up halfway. “Use your tongue to draw a circle. Just—be slow. If you go too fast, it can hurt.”
Hanbin was nothing if not a diligent student, and she instantly got to work, lapping a careful circle around Zhang Hao’s clit with her tongue. She kept going until she reached the top of Zhang Hao’s vulva, at which point she circled the bundle of nerves and moved her tongue downwards, returning to the crevice between her thighs.
Heat jolted through Zhang Hao’s core and she squeezed her thighs together, trapping Hanbin in place. Her legs were trembling from how much effort it was taking to keep them still.
“You can do a bit more than that,” Zhang Hao said, breathless, feeling like she’d just run a marathon. “Like… use your fingers too.”
Hanbin made an incoherent sound in response, the vibrations sending sparks shooting through Zhang Hao’s skin. She slipped her fingers into the junction of Zhang Hao’s thighs and traced shapes with her fingers. Her knuckles were hot and sticky where they were pressed against the wetness between Zhang Hao’s legs.
“My fingers aren’t as long as yours,” Hanbin said, apologetically, as she circled her index and middle fingers around Zhang Hao’s clit. “But I’ll do my best.”
“Don’t… it’s…” Now Hanbin was definitely teasing her, because how the fuck was she supposed to think of an answer with Hanbin’s fingers touching her like that?
Hanbin chuckled and fit her lips around Zhang Hao’s clit, sucking on it as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive bud. Zhang Hao’s back arched off the ground and she had to bite down on her fist to stop herself from crying out.
One of Hanbin’s fingers gathered up the juices clinging to her and used it to make the glide of her finger easier, pressing inside of Zhang Hao in a slow, torturously unhurried slide.
“Oh,” Zhang Hao sighed, letting her head fall back. The relief at the pressure of something filling her was almost overwhelming.
“Am I doing a good job?” Hanbin asked, pressing the tip of her finger in as far as she could.
“Yeah,” Zhang Hao said, barely above a whisper. “You’re good. So, so good. You can—put more in.”
Hanbin added another finger slowly, moving them in tandem. She slid the digits out and then pushed them back in, building a steady rhythm, sending heat pooling into Zhang Hao’s gut with every sharp motion. It took everything in Zhang Hao to not rut herself against Hanbin’s face like a dog in heat.
“Ah, you’re so tight,” Hanbin marvelled, rubbing a thumb over Zhang Hao’s clit as she fucked her with her fingers. “You feel amazing, unnie.”
Zhang Hao’s jaw was going to get sore from how hard she was biting her lip to keep silent. She wanted to respond to Hanbin, but she could barely think anymore. Her brain was malfunctioning. She couldn’t string a thought together.
Hanbin pressed her free hand against Zhang Hao’s stomach, grounding her. The dull ache of the pressure against her abdomen made her even more sensitive.
Zhang Hao couldn’t remember a single time she’d been this wet, this turned on, this delirious from just a few fingers and Hanbin’s tongue slowly lapping at her. She felt like she was going to burst from how sensitive she was; how everything Hanbin did, every brush of her skin or suckling kiss, was enough to send sparks of pleasure through her.
“Hah, ah—Hanbin…”
She could feel herself getting close now, and her toes began to curl. Hanbin curled her fingers up inside Zhang Hao as she drew them out, hitting a spot that made Zhang Hao’s eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Like that?” Hanbin asked, sounding almost breathless herself.
Zhang Hao nodded frantically, her hands scrabbling for purchase. She grabbed Hanbin’s arm and squeezed tightly, silently urging her to continue. The squelch of Hanbin’s fingers in her cunt was embarrassingly audible, but the thought barely registered in Zhang Hao’s mind.
“Your pussy’s clenching so hard around me, unnie,” Hanbin said, sounding both gleeful and awed.
Zhang Hao could do without the constant commentary. It wasn’t like she wasn’t aware of her body.
“Hanbin,” Zhang Hao said, barely above a whisper. She had no energy to be anything other than quiet. “Hanbin, please.”
Hanbin answered by doubling down on her efforts, flattening her tongue against Zhang Hao’s clit and beginning to suck on the bud. Zhang Hao felt like she was melting into a puddle; all she could feel was heat and the insistent pressure inside of her, the dull ache in her stomach and the tightness of Hanbin’s fingers around her thighs.
She could feel her climax rising and rising until she was drowning in the feeling of it. Her back arched off the ground and her entire body tensed as her orgasm washed over her in a wave.
“Ah, ah—”
She came with a moan, too loud for how small the room was, her hips jerking upwards against Hanbin’s face. Hanbin pushed down on her hips and sucked a little harder, drinking down all that she had to give.
It felt like she came and came for an eternity before finally collapsing back onto the ground. Her legs trembled as she let them fall open, the muscles there twitching with residual energy.
Hanbin smiled coyly at her, spreading Zhang Hao’s wetness all over her face as she stood up, wobbling.
“How was that for a first time?” she asked, licking her lips.
Zhang Hao hated how simultaneously cute and hot the gesture was. She wanted to be mad at Hanbin for teasing her so much, but she couldn’t bring herself to.
Instead, she threw an arm over Hanbin’s shoulder and brought her closer, kissing her soundly on the mouth. She could taste herself on Hanbin’s lips, but she didn’t mind that all that much.
“Thank you,” she murmured, pressing the length of their bodies together, one of her legs still hitched around Hanbin’s. She nosed at Hanbin’s cheek, then gently pressed a kiss there. “That was good.”
“I’m glad I could do that for you,” she said, cupping Zhang Hao’s head in her hands. She laughed bashfully, the sort of laugh you gave when you were flustered, and she squeezed Zhang Hao tightly.
Zhang Hao thought it was cute how Hanbin could go from confident to flustered in an instant, how she could be so expressive in a way that many other people weren’t.
Her eyes dropped to Hanbin’s crotch, where a wet spot had formed. Zhang Hao licked her lips, her eyes trailing up Hanbin’s body until they reached her eyes.
Hanbin nodded, and peeled off her sweatpants and underwear as quickly as she could without accidentally hitting Zhang Hao in the process. A pretty mess of hair covered her cunt, glistening from how wet she was, and Zhang Hao gently swept it away, marvelling at just how wet she’d gotten just from eating Zhang Hao out.
“Unnie, don’t tease,” Hanbin breathed, her eyes fluttering closed as Zhang Hao slid a finger through her folds, gathering up the wetness there. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait. Watching you was…”
Zhang Hao would normally have said something about Hanbin being pushy and greedy and demanding, but she didn’t have the patience to tease her right now either—luckily for Hanbin.
Hanbin touching her was one thing, her touching Hanbin was another. Knowing it was Hanbin’s first experience like this, she wished they were in a better place; somewhere where she could take her time with her, to find out just how many ways she could make her squirm and beg and come undone. Washing machines surrounding them wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind for their first time.
But Zhang Hao would have to settle for now. She supposed there was something romantic about needing each other so badly they couldn’t wait.
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” she said, lowering herself onto her knees. Her hands were shaky from her own orgasm, and Hanbin noticed her nervousness, taking her hands in hers.
“I will,” Hanbin promised, squeezing her hand.
Zhang Hao refocused her sight on Hanbin’s cunt, watching the way Hanbin’s body reacted to her touch. Her clit was swollen and red and peeked out from between her folds, already looking needy. Zhang Hao pressed down on it, rubbing firmly with the pad of her thumb, and Hanbin poorly muffled a whine into her fist, a high-pitched sound that sent a shiver down Zhang Hao’s spine. She loved how expressive Hanbin was.
“Volume,” she admonished gently, and slipped a finger inside of Hanbin. Hanbin immediately tightened around her, as if trying to pull her deeper inside.
Hanbin’s insides were warm and soft and wet, and Zhang Hao let her finger rest there for a moment, feeling the way Hanbin’s walls rippled around her. She loved how Hanbin pulsed around her finger; tight and warm and wet.
“Your fucking hands,” Hanbin gasped, throwing her head back.
Zhang Hao bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling. “It pays to play an instrument.”
She was glad she’d worked so much on honing her self-control over the past few months, or she’d probably be driven mad by how lovely Hanbin was right now, covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes glistening, the flush on her chest rising all the way to her cheeks.So beautiful.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Zhang Hao repeated.
Hanbin opened her mouth to retort, but whatever words she was going to say died in her throat as Zhang Hao tongued over her clit. She pressed a finger against the bundle of nerves and began to roll it over as Hanbin writhed in front of her, trying to find some kind of friction.
Zhang Hao teased her, slowing down when Hanbin seemed close, or speeding up when she wasn’t, circling her finger slowly on her clit when Hanbin seemed to be getting used to the slow build of the pressure.
“Fuck—fuck me—Unnie—”
Hanbin was incoherent now, babbling out a stream of curse words. It did wonders for Zhang Hao’s ego to see her like this, so completely unravelled by a few fingers and a tongue. She lapped up every trickle of Hanbin’s juices that leaked out, relishing the way Hanbin’s clit jumped when she caught it between her lips and suckled on it.
“You’re so sensitive,” Zhang Hao said, gently pulling away, scared of pushing Hanbin past her limits. “You should touch yourself too.”
“H… how?” Hanbin asked, dazed. Her fingers flexed in Zhang Hao’s hair, gently brushing through it, a gesture that seemed far too intimate for what they were doing. It made Zhang Hao smile.
Zhang Hao carefully peeled off one of Hanbin’s hands from where it was digging into the wall behind her. She brought it downwards and brought Hanbin’s fingers to her own breast, and Hanbin exhaled sharply. Zhang Hao could feel her pulse racing, a steady thump, thump, thump under their hands.
Hanbin touched herself almost immediately, as if she’d been waiting for permission to do so. Zhang Hao watched her for a moment, and then returned her mouth to Hanbin’s cunt. She circled her tongue around the hood of her clit, then sucked the bud between her teeth.
She had a feeling Hanbin would like the sensation of teeth; judging by the way Hanbin’s hips thrust forward, she was right.
“Oh shit,” Hanbin groaned. Her hands were flying all over the place; she tugged on her own nipples and pinched them hard, raking her fingernails across the skin of her own stomach.
Zhang Hao was so in awe of her. If she could imprint one image into her mind for the rest of her life, it would be this one.
“I’m going to—I’m so close,” Hanbin moaned, hitched and strangled. She was trying so hard to hold back. “I’m sorry, I’m so close—”
Zhang Hao chuckled, letting her warm breath fan over Hanbin’s skin. She snaked her free hand down her own body and palmed herself. She was getting wetter with every passing moment, and the way Hanbin looked down at her made her feel powerful.
“It’s okay,” Zhang Hao reassured her. She could feel the muscles in Hanbin’s thighs shaking where they bracketed her head. If she wasn't so worried about them being forced to wear skirts for the next evaluation, she would sink her teeth into the flesh just to see how wet Hanbin could get. Next time, she promised herself. “It’s okay, just let go.”
Hanbin shook her head, but she practically forced Zhang Hao’s head back between her legs, shoving Zhang Hao’s face exactly where she wanted her to be. Zhang Hao doubled her efforts, lapping up all that she had to offer, sucking every trickle of wetness off her inner thighs.
The scent of Hanbin’s arousal filled Zhang Hao’s senses; the saltiness of the wetness between her thighs and the tang of the fluids spilling out of her entrance filled her nostrils. It made her head spin. She was drunk on it.
“Zhang Hao,” Hanbin whimpered.
Her hands were so tight in her hair that it hurt, but the pain didn’t register in Zhang Hao’s mind. She was focused solely on Hanbin’s pleasure, and the way Hanbin was tensing around her fingers, the way her legs began to quiver on either side of her head.
Honest to god, she had never seen anybody as beautiful as Hanbin was in this moment. And Zhang Hao was no stranger to being surrounded by beautiful people. Hanbin's hair was stuck to her cheeks, falling over her eyes; her mouth was perpetually open, her lips still glistening from eating Zhang Hao out.
Zhang Hao suddenly had a surge of possessiveness, at the knowledge that she was the only one who had ever seen Hanbin like this. And maybe ever would, if she was lucky.
"Mine," she mumbled into Hanbin's cunt, and Hanbin keened. Zhang Hao wasn't even sure if Hanbin heard her or if she was just responding to the vibrations—but either way, the single noise made that possessive, animalistic part of her happy.
She curled her fingers upwards, pressing against the soft skin inside of Hanbin and splaying them outwards. She dragged her tongue through Hanbin’s cunt, once, twice, then thrice, nipping Hanbin’s clit between her teeth and letting go as she came undone.
Hanbin moaned long and low, a drawn-out sound that got caught in her throat. She collapsed back against the washing machine, a hand pressed firmly against her mouth. Her hips bucked upwards against Zhang Hao’s face as she came, grinding herself against Zhang Hao’s mouth until she was oversensitive and trembling.
Zhang Hao didn’t let up until Hanbin’s orgasm tapered off and her fingers went lax in Zhang Hao’s hair. She slid two digits into herself, watching Hanbin try to catch her breath, the unsteady rise and fall of her chest—knowing that it was her who did that, combined with how fucking turned on she was—
Her second orgasm was less earth-shattering but still enough to leave her knees weak. She sat on the floor for a few moments, gathering her bearings, while Hanbin caught her breath.
Eventually, Hanbin pushed her sweaty hair out of her face and opened her eyes, widening when she saw where Zhang Hao’s hand lingered.
“Unnie, did you just…”
Hanbin reached for her and Zhang Hao took the chance to grab her hand and hoist herself off the ground. She kissed Hanbin deeply, tangling her fingers in Hanbin’s hair and wrapping her other arm around her waist. Hanbin whined and squirmed until Zhang Hao let her go.
“Why didn’t you let me do it!”
Zhang Hao laughed, resting her cheek against Hanbin’s shoulder. She’d never had somebody so invested in her pleasure. It was a strange, new, wonderful feeling.
“It’s okay,” she said, and kissed Hanbin’s neck. “Just hold me. I’m dizzy.” She slumped against Hanbin, letting the younger girl hold them both up.
“It’s not okay,” Hanbin grumbled, but held Zhang Hao up. “I could have touched you.”
“I was too sensitive,” Zhang Hao said, pinching Hanbin’s cheek. Zhang Hao could hear her words coming out slurred, but it was difficult to focus with how nice Hanbin’s fingers felt on her bare skin. Hanbin’s hair was tickled her nose, and she turned her face into it to block the sensation. “... Was it good for you?”
“Of course! It was—it was perfect,” Hanbin gasped, like the very idea of it not being perfect offended her.
“Even though it was in a laundry room?”
“Well, not ideal, but—” Hanbin cut herself off with a chuckle, then pushed Zhang Hao’s bangs from her face. “I can’t imagine anything that’s not perfect with you, unnie.”
“Okay, sap,” Zhang Hao said, accusatory. She couldn’t imagine anything less than perfect either. “Whatever you say.”
“Yah, I’m serious—”
“Don’t ‘yah’ me, I’m still older than you—”
“Zhang Hao!”
They went quiet, and then both erupted into giggles. Zhang Hao hugged Hanbin tighter, sighing.
“We shouldn’t linger,” she mumbled.
“I don’t want to leave this room,” Hanbin said, suddenly solemn. Zhang Hao used what little energy she had left to stand up straight and cradle Hanbin’s fae in her hands.
“Once we both make the group, we’ll have so much more time together,” she said, and Hanbin instantly cracked a smile.
“Yeah.” Hanbin leaned into Zhang Hao’s touch. “You’re right.”
“And then you can stop whining about me rejecting you.”
“Unfortunately,” Hanbin’s voice lowered, and she kissed the corner of Zhang Hao’s mouth, “I think this just made me more desperate. You know when you get a taste of something good and you just want more?”
“Well, learn how to control yourself.” Zhang Hao pinched Hanbin’s chest, and Hanbin hissed. “Consider it a little extra motivation.”
Hanbin sighed dramatically and reached for their discarded clothes on the ground. “Once we get out of here, there’s so many things I want to do to you. You’re not going to know what hit you.”
“… I’m not afraid of a girl who had her first ever sexual experience five minutes ago,” Zhang Hao said. She tugged her bra back on, then stepped into her sweatpants. Hanbin did the same, and Zhang Hao silently mourned the loss of her chest.
Once we get out of here, she promised herself, she would spend hours giving Hanbin the attention she deserved.
“I’ll study,” Hanbin said, determined.
“You don’t need to study.” Zhang Hao lifted her head, laughing. Once their clothes were on, she gave Hanbin one last wet kiss on the cheek. “Silly.”
“Tell me what you like and I’ll make it happen,” Hanbin ignored her to continue. Zhang Hao rolled her eyes.
“Hanbin-ah,” she scolded, patting Hanbin’s ass. “I just like you.”
Hanbin froze, and Zhang Hao saw her blush creep up her face, little by little, until she was bright red. Then, after a beat, she gathered Zhang Hao in her arms again. Zhang Hao felt like an oversized teddy bear.
“I like you too, unnie,” Hanbin whispered. “So, so much.”
“I know,” Zhang Hao said, scratching Hanbin’s scalp. She practically started purring. “I could tell by how quickly you got on your knees for me.”
Hanbin lifted her chin, putting on an impassive face. “And I would do it again.”
“I know,” Zhang Hao repeated. Fuck, she didn’t want to leave this room, but the reality that they were here on borrowed time was starting to take away from her post-sex glow. “Let’s go shower so we can cuddle in your bed.”
She reached for Hanbin’s hand and found Hanbin reaching for hers at the same time.
Hanbin entwined their fingers, one by one. “Alright.” She took a step towards the door, still holding onto Zhang Hao, and—
Zhang Hao promptly tripped, only caught by Hanbin’s quick reflexes.
“Um,” Hanbin said, alarmed, while Zhang Hao attempted to keep herself upright. Her legs were like jelly underneath her, and she looked down at her feet, mortified.
“Do you need me to carry you?” Hanbin asked, sweetly.
“No,” Zhang Hao huffed. “I’m fine.” She wasn’t even that tired; it was the orgasms. They were turning her into a klutz.
She attempted to walk, and Hanbin caught her once more.
They both squinted at each other, and before Zhang Hao could protest, Hanbin was hoisting her off the ground.
“Hanbin!” she hissed, kicking her feet.
“I’ll sprint down the hallway, don’t worry, nobody will see us—”
“That’s not what I’m worried about!”
“What, then?” Hanbin asked innocently, adjusting Zhang Hao in her arms so she was properly supported. Holy shit, Hanbin was strong. Like, Zhang Hao knew she was strong purely based on her build, but this was a completely different experience.
She felt all her blood rush south, and she attempted to subtly cover her crotch with her hands.
Hanbin quirked a brow at her, smiling devilishly. It was hard to believe this Hanbin, all cocky and confident, was the same Hanbin that whined to her for attention who was the same Hanbin as the one who had been riding her fingers just moments ago.
“If there’s nobody in the bathrooms—”
“We’re not having sex in the bathroom, Hanbin,” Zhang Hao said. “That’s unsanitary.”
“Not anymore unsanitary than fucking in the laundry room.”
“It is, actually.” Zhang Hao looped her arms around Hanbin’s shoulders. “… And I’m too tired for more. I just want to cuddle.” She pouted. “Please?”
She saw the exact moment she got through to Hanbin, who looked like she’d just seen a ghost. Zhang Hao deepened her pout, batted her lashes, and—
“Okay,” Hanbin squeaked, and marched over to the door. She kicked it open, checking the hallway to make sure there was nobody there. “Cuddling. Sounds good.”
Zhang Hao snickered and twirled Hanbin’s hair around her finger, admiring how Hanbin’s eyes shone.
“Sounds good,” she murmured back.