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hana/hyosung
nc-17, 3.6k words
"high school au. hyosung is a cheerleader and hana is the awkward new kid (just write me some girl on girl smut hehe)"
starting fic advent off with a bang...............
filemot ♥hana/hyosung
nc-17, 3.6k words
"high school au. hyosung is a cheerleader and hana is the awkward new kid (just write me some girl on girl smut hehe)"
starting fic advent off with a bang...............
There are many things that Hana wanted out of her last year of high school, but it definitely wasn’t a fresh start in a brand new school, far away from all her friends. At least some things haven’t changed: her uniform jacket is only a slightly different shade of gray from the last one, the math classes are just as easy as they’ve always been, and the lunch room is just as intimidating as she’d known it would be.
These are the politics that Hana has never been particularly good at. She knows that where she sits is important, that much is a given. The thing is, it’s been a couple of weeks and, well, she still hasn’t really figured out where she fits. It’s the last year of high school, and everyone already has their friends. They’re too busy worrying about studying and everything else, and there’s not a lot of room for her. That’s okay, really. Hana folds her skirt under her thighs and slides into a seat at an empty table. She’s never been very good at approaching people, and it’s only one year. She’ll be okay.
She’s leaning in to take a bite when someone drops into the seat across from her. “Hi!” the girl says brightly and Hana stalls, chopsticks halfway to her lips, mouth open. It takes her a second to recover and she flushes a little, blinking. The girl sitting across from her seems completely unaware, combing one hand through her long dark hair and flashing a bright smile at her. “You’re Jung Hana, right? The transfer from Uijeongbu? Welcome to our school! I’m Jun Hyosung.”
Hana knows who she is. Jun Hyosung is well known in these halls, loud and bubbly and bright. “Nice to meet you,” Hana offers politely. She’s not really sure why Hyosung is here, right now, with that friendly smile. Shouldn’t she be holding court over her own table?
“I should’ve introduced myself earlier,” Hyosung continues. She’s blithely settling in to eat, right here, across from Hana, and Hana doesn’t quite know what to do with it. She does know that it’s rude to stare, though, so she turns her attention to her own food instead. “The beginning of the year is just so hectic, you know?”
“Oh, of course,” Hana agrees. She taps her chopsticks against her bowl and frowns a little at herself. If she’s going to make friends, she’s going to have to do better than this with conversation. She looks up, but before she can add a word, she’s startled by the rattle of trays hitting the table next to them.
“Aish, that Kim Himchan,” one of the newcomers sighs dramatically. She has her long, blonde hair pulled up out of her face, and she jostles her tray, grumpy, as she seats herself next to Hana. Hana knows her too - Han Sunhwa, top of their grade. “Did you know that he wants me to make a bet with him? If he does better on our next English test, I have to go on a date with him. Insufferable.”
The other girl laughs and shakes her head. “Sounds a lot like you’ve already agreed to it,” she points out, nudging Hyosung with an elbow. Hana takes another mouthful, watching the three of them. She knows they’re friends, it’s obvious by how easy it is between them, but she can’t quite figure out where she fits in all this.
“Well,” Sunhwa scoffs, and her grin turns wicked. “Why not? He may have me beat in Japanese but his English is atrocious.” She shrugs and bats her eyelashes. “And when I win, he owes me.” She tips her head, smiling innocently down at her food. “He owes me a lot.”
Hyosung throws her head back and laughs, and Hana is astonished by it. Hyosung doesn’t hold back, she slaps her palm on the table and her laughter sounds loud even in the noise of the lunchroom. Her smile is just a little bit too gummy to be perfect, but there’s something about it that makes Hana’s stomach flip flop. Oh no. “You’re terrible,” Hyosung says, but there’s no heat to it. She turns to Hana. “Jung Hana, this is Han Sunhwa, and she’s milking Kim Himchan for everything she can get.”
Sunhwa sniffs. “It’s his own fault,” she tells Hana. She doesn’t look the slightest bit guilty. “He seems to think his persistence after a ‘no’ is romantic.”
“I’m Song Jieun,” the other girl says with a quick bob of her head. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
“I hope you like it here,” Sunhwa says, patting Hana’s hand. “It’s a great school. As long as you’re not looking for a boyfriend, of course.” Hana flushes and nods, covering her smile with her fingers. Now that is one thing she’s definitely not worrying about.
Jieun scrunches up her nose, furtively glancing at a table a few feet away. “I don’t know about that,” she argues. Her eyes fall on a second year boy, one with a long neck and a tragic haircut, and the two of them turn matching shades of red and look away. Sunhwa and Hyosung let out matching ‘ooooohs’, Hyosung grabbing Jieun’s arm and shaking her a little. Hana laughs quietly, watching them. It’s strange, being invited to this friendly intimacy, and Hana isn’t sure she really deserves it, but it’s not unwelcome.
The conversation turns to after school plans, with Jieun begging off hanging out because of studying. “What about you, Hana?” Sunhwa asks. “Noraebang? It’ll be fun!” She wiggles her eyebrows and nudges Hana gently. Hyosung is watching her expectantly, gaze steady enough that it makes Hana feel a little bit off balance.
“Ah, I’m not much of a singer,” she demurs, holding up a hand. It’s probably not the smartest idea, turning down an offer to hang out with the first people who have been friendly to her since she transferred, but she’s also a little bit terrified by the thought of having to sing in front of them. She’d just make a fool of herself.
Hyosung pouts, and Hana resolutely ignores the flutter in her chest. “What did you even do for fun at your old school?” Hyosung asks. “Don’t tell me you only studied.”
“I played baseball,” Hana says, and Hyosung’s eyes widen before she leans in. “I mean, not on a team or anything, but it was fun.”
“Sounds sweaty,” Sunhwa says, a bit skeptical.
Hyosung bites her lip thoughtfully. “Baseball?” she asks. “Were you any good?” It’s surprising, the shift in her expression, from friendliness to actual interest, and the weight of her gaze makes Hana squirm in her seat.
“Yeah,” Hana says. She pushes her chin out and she smiles. “Yeah, I’m really good.” She flexes her arm for good measure and Jieun snorts. For a second, Hana wonders if maybe she’s taken it too far, but Jieun’s laughter is good-natured and more importantly, Hyosung hasn’t looked away from her, not once.
“Baseball,” Hyosung says, and she tips her head. “You are interesting.”
Hana flushes. She’s saved from having to think up a reply by a flurry of activity in the lunch room as everyone gets up and gets ready to head to their next class.
“You have history next with me, don’t you?” Jieun asks, gathering her things. She skirts around the table and smiles down at Hana. “Shall we go together?”
It takes Hana a second to reply. It seems that in the space of one lunch, she’s managed to not only make friends with some of the most popular girls in school, but somehow find a spot in their group. She’s got no idea how that happened, but she doesn’t think she minds at all. “Sure,” she says hesitantly, and when she stands, Jieun hooks their arms together.
As they leave the lunch room, Hana glances back over her shoulder, just once. Hyosung, watching them go, raises a hand and wiggles her fingers in goodbye. The way that she’s smiling...Hana knows she shouldn’t read anything into it, but somehow, there’s a tiny little spark of hope burning in her chest.
-
When Hana tucks her last textbook into her bag and closes her locker, she nearly jumps at the sight of Hyosung, waiting for her. “Hi,” Hyosung says cheerfully.
“You’re really good at that,” Hana says, and Hyosung pays her no mind.
Instead, she falls into step with Hana as she makes her way to the door. “You know what’s funny?” Hyosung asks. She bumps her hip into Hana’s and she grins. “Word is that you live just a few streets away from me. Neat, huh?”
There’s something very deliberate about what Hyosung is doing, but Hana isn’t quite sure she knows what it is. “People talk a lot here,” Hana replies. She’s doing her best not to be too pleased that Hyosung has been asking around.
“You know how it is,” Hyosung says. “I know a lot of people, they hear things.” Her arm brushes up against Hana’s with every step, and each time her fingertips slide against the back of Hana’s hand, shivers shoot up her spine. “You know, I really wasn’t expecting the baseball thing.” Hana glances over and Hyosung has her eyebrows raised. “You’re more than just a pretty face.”
Hana colours. There’s no mistaking this, the way that Hyosung curls a hand around her elbow and leans in, eyes heated. Hana has been at this school for a couple of weeks, and this, this is something that never factored into her plans before graduation. “Oh, um, thank you.”
“My last boyfriend was a baseball player,” Hyosung says. “Sometimes we played, you know, on occasion.” Her expression leaves no room for misinterpretation, and although the conversation is completely innocent, Hana feels heat creeping up her throat to her cheeks. “Would you play with me?”
Her mother is expecting her home. Math may come easily to Hana, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have to work hard at the other subjects. She should go home and study. “Yes,” Hana says breathlessly.
Hyosung’s hand on her arm tightens. “Oh good,” she sighs. “My parents aren’t home for another couple of hours.” She gestures at a building just up the block. “Won’t you come in?”
Hana’s only ever fooled around with a couple of people, and one of them was a boy, and a terrible kisser, so he totally doesn’t count. Hyosung is no amateur. She takes her time kissing Hana, one hand pushed into her hair as she slots their mouths together, licking lazily at the back of her teeth. They’re pressed together so closely on Hyosung’s bed that Hana can feel the push of Hyosung’s breasts against hers and wow, this is totally, definitely happening.
Her breath stutters and Hyosung pulls away for a second. She’s flushed, her thick, glossy hair loose around her face, and Hana gulps at the sight of her lips, full and slick. “Are you okay?” Hyosung asks.
A small part of Hana points out that she’s only just met Hyosung, that maybe this is a little fast. Another, much larger part points out that Hyosung has a really nice body, all lush curves. Hyosung’s skirt has ridden up while they were kissing, and Hana can almost see her panties. She feels a bit lightheaded. “I really, really am,” Hana says, and Hyosung laughs with delight, pushing her down on the bed.
Hana could really get used to kissing Hyosung. There’s something very, very intimate about it, the way that Hyosung settles between her thighs, kissing just as thoroughly as she had before while one hand wanders lower. She pulls at the hem of Hana’s shirt and Hana’s breath catches in her throat. Hyosung knows just what she’s doing, fingers skating up across Hana’s belly, making the muscles jump and shift beneath her hand. Her fingers bump up against Hana’s bra and Hyosung pulls away. “Let’s get comfy,” she says cheerfully, pulling at the buttons of Hana’s school shirt, and Hana laughs.
Hyosung settles back on her heels, working on her own shirt, and it means that Hana gets the perfect view as Hyosung slides it off her shoulders. Uniforms aren’t exactly designed to be flattering and Hana swallows. “Oh, wow,” she says without thinking, and Hyosung just grins. Hana was right - she is amazing. She can’t help the way that her eyes catch on the curve of Hyosung’s breasts, but Hyosung doesn’t seem to mind at all.
“Give me a hand?” she asks, and Hana bites her lip, sitting up to slide her hands up Hyosung’s ribs and around to unhook her bra. “That’s better,” Hyosung tells her, tossing her bra onto the floor. For a moment, Hana thinks about the fact that the first time she’d even spoken to Hyosung was at lunch today, and now here she is, cupping Hyosung’s breasts in her hands and bending to tentatively run her tongue across her nipple.
Hyosung arches, gasping a little as her eyes fall shut. Hana isn’t very sure of what she’s doing, but Hyosung’s so sensitive, and her reactions speak volumes. She squeaks when Hana fixes her mouth over her nipple and sucks, grips Hana’s shoulders and squirms, and Hana feels flushed, too warm. She likes the weight of Hyosung’s breasts and the way she pushes against her, but she wants more.
She glances up and Hyosung meets her gaze, eyes hazy and her lips red. She smiles at Hana hungrily, and Hana’s heart lurches in her chest. When Hyosung kisses her, Hana melts into it. She could get used to this. Hyosung’s mouth is hot and slick and when she pulls away, Hana can’t help but lean in, chasing her lips. “I like you,” Hyosung says decisively, and she drops her hands to Hana’s shoulders and pushes until she drops back on the bed again.
“Thanks?” Hana says, and Hyosung laughs. There’s nothing mean-spirited about it, but Hana still feels a little off balance, a little out of her element, and she wants to put them on a little more even ground. She reaches down and hikes Hyosung’s skirt around her hips, her other hand pressing up against Hyosung’s panties. Her thighs, tucked between Hana’s, are plush and pale and her underwear are bright blue, with a little pink bow. Hana notes distantly that they match the bra Hyosung had been wearing, but she’s more interested in the dampness beneath her fingertips and the way that Hyosung plants her elbows on either side of Hana and grinds down with determination. Hyosung sucks in a breath and drags her mouth away from Hana’s to press against her shoulder, her breath warm. She’s basically rubbing off against Hana’s hand and Hana has never felt so hot in her life.
“C’mon,” Hyosung says against her skin. Her voice is low and unsteady enough that Hana shivers. “Is that the best you can do?” Hyosung pulls away. Her smile is sharp, challenging and Hana is kind of jealous of Hyosung’s ability to multitask. Even as she works her fingers against Hyosung’s panties, Hyosung squirms a hand down between them, tugging at the waistband of Hana’s. Hana inhales sharply, a little bit terrified but every inch turned on.
“No,” Hana says, although she’s never really gone much further than this and she’s kind of flying blind. “Please.” She stretches up to kiss Hyosung against, her heart hammering in her chest as Hyosung drags her underwear off. Her skirt is still flattened between them, but that semblance of security vanishes when Hyosung reaches under it and slides her thumb across her clit. “Oh my God.”
Hyosung laughs in delight, and it’s only her spot between Hana’s thighs that prevents her from snapping them shut. “You’re so wet,” she croons, and Hana gasps. She knows how to get herself off but the fact that it’s Hyosung’s fingertips working against her clit, Hyosung’s mouth on her throat...Hana thinks she might combust. This is so much better than with a guy. “It’s hot.”
“Hyosung,” Hana whines, and that’s so embarrassing, but Hyosung just looks pleased. It’s so hard to focus when it feels like her whole world has shrunk to Hyosung’s hand on her. Heat pools below her belly button and she gasps.
Shifting her weight onto one arm, Hyosung grinds down against Hana’s hand again. Right, Hana thinks. It takes a bit of maneuvering but she manages to tug Hyosung’s underwear down her thighs (her lush, lush thighs) and she finally, finally touches her. “Yes,” Hyosung sighs, tracing wet kisses up Hana’s throat as Hana tentatively rubs circles against her clit. It’s not rocket science, really, Hana knows what makes herself feel good, and Hyosung is so responsive. “Just like that.”
Her wrist is starting to ache from the awkward angle, but Hyosung keeps making these soft groans that make Hana tense and sigh and she’s embarrassingly close to coming already. It’s easy to forget her discomfort, though, when Hyosung kisses blindly at the corner of her mouth and slides a finger in without warning. Hana makes a bitten off noise, arching up mindlessly as Hyosung fucks her leisurely. She didn’t know it could feel this good, and her free hand comes up to land on Hyosung’s waist, her knees squeezing Hyosung’s hips. It’s taking all of her concentration to keep up the slide of her fingers against Hyosung’s clit, but Hyosung helps, rolling her hips down again and again.
“Come on,” Hyosung says against Hana’s mouth, pushing another finger into her pussy and this time, Hana is certain she can feel her smiling. “I know you’re right there, I can feel it.” She’s not wrong. Hana is flushed and sweaty and dazed with the rhythm of Hyosung’s fingers thrusting into her and she knows she won’t last much longer.
“I can’t - ” Hana gasps, and Hyosung laughs, crooking her fingers at the same time that she brings the heel of her hand down to push against Hana’s clit. That’s it, that’s all it takes for Hana to come, the pleasure washing over her in overwhelming waves. Hyosung fucks her through it and Hana has to bury her face in Hyosung’s throat as she rides it out. She doesn’t think she’s ever come that hard in her life.
It takes her a few seconds to recover, and when she does, Hyosung’s got her lips pressed together. It’s obvious that she’s trying not to be pushy, but she wants to get off just as badly as she did before. Hana pushes her sweat damp hair out of her face and then sits up. Time to return the favour.
Hyosung goes easily enough when Hana guides her onto her back, and she looks up expectantly when Hana settles herself on her thighs. Hana’s got a pretty good idea of what Hyosung likes by now. She’s got this. She watches as Hyosung looks her over, eyes half-lidded with heat as she takes in Hana’s disarray. Hana grins. There’s something about the way that Hyosung looks at her that makes her feel light-headed. She decides to fight this by bending over Hyosung. She bypasses her mouth and instead, cups her breasts in her palms and noses at her nipple before taking it in her mouth.
Now that Hana’s come, it’s easier to notice all the little noises that Hyosung makes, the way she grips at Hana’s thighs and squeaks at the scrape of Hana’s teeth. She’s so sensitive, squirming the instant that Hana reaches down to her clit again. Hyosung moans encouragingly, her thighs shifting under Hana’s weight, and that’s when Hana finds her courage to push Hyosung’s skirt up again and slide a finger into her cunt. “Yes,” Hyosung says, her tongue darting out to wet her lips and Hana sets an easy pace. She uses her other hand to stroke slowly across Hyosung’s clit, and she knows it’s too slow, but she likes the way Hyosung shakes and pleads under her breath, rolling her hips up to meet Hana’s hands.
That must show on her face, because Hyosung grabs her wrist and pulls her down firmly. “You’re mean,” she says breathlessly.
“I can be nice,” Hana tells her, pulling her hand out of Hyosung’s grip and pushing another finger into her. She can feel Hyosung clench around her and oh. That’s so hot.
“Just like that,” Hyosung says, and Hana complies, holding her down with one hand and fucking her steadily with the other. It’s a bit dizzying, having a girl like Hyosung falling apart under her hands, and though Hana might be a bit out of her depth, she’s never been afraid to take a risk. As Hyosung’s breath gets shorter, Hana slides down her thighs and bends to press her tongue flat against Hyosung’s clit. Hyosung shouts, tensing around Hana’s fingers as she comes. Hana doesn’t slow down with her hand until Hyosung is limp beneath her, smiling faintly and reaching for her.
It should be awkward afterwards, but it’s not. Hyosung tugs on the collar of Hana’s shirt and pulls her up until they’re lying tangled together. “Wow,” she laughs, brushing her nose across Hana’s cheek and then closing the distance between them and kissing her soundly. She must taste herself on Hana’s lips, but she has no qualms about licking her way into Hana’s mouth and it makes Hana just a bit faint.
“I never got a welcome like that at my old school,” Hana says, and Hyosung throws her head back and laughs. It’s just as loud and just as beautiful and maybe, Hana thinks, this year won’t be so bad after all.
These are the politics that Hana has never been particularly good at. She knows that where she sits is important, that much is a given. The thing is, it’s been a couple of weeks and, well, she still hasn’t really figured out where she fits. It’s the last year of high school, and everyone already has their friends. They’re too busy worrying about studying and everything else, and there’s not a lot of room for her. That’s okay, really. Hana folds her skirt under her thighs and slides into a seat at an empty table. She’s never been very good at approaching people, and it’s only one year. She’ll be okay.
She’s leaning in to take a bite when someone drops into the seat across from her. “Hi!” the girl says brightly and Hana stalls, chopsticks halfway to her lips, mouth open. It takes her a second to recover and she flushes a little, blinking. The girl sitting across from her seems completely unaware, combing one hand through her long dark hair and flashing a bright smile at her. “You’re Jung Hana, right? The transfer from Uijeongbu? Welcome to our school! I’m Jun Hyosung.”
Hana knows who she is. Jun Hyosung is well known in these halls, loud and bubbly and bright. “Nice to meet you,” Hana offers politely. She’s not really sure why Hyosung is here, right now, with that friendly smile. Shouldn’t she be holding court over her own table?
“I should’ve introduced myself earlier,” Hyosung continues. She’s blithely settling in to eat, right here, across from Hana, and Hana doesn’t quite know what to do with it. She does know that it’s rude to stare, though, so she turns her attention to her own food instead. “The beginning of the year is just so hectic, you know?”
“Oh, of course,” Hana agrees. She taps her chopsticks against her bowl and frowns a little at herself. If she’s going to make friends, she’s going to have to do better than this with conversation. She looks up, but before she can add a word, she’s startled by the rattle of trays hitting the table next to them.
“Aish, that Kim Himchan,” one of the newcomers sighs dramatically. She has her long, blonde hair pulled up out of her face, and she jostles her tray, grumpy, as she seats herself next to Hana. Hana knows her too - Han Sunhwa, top of their grade. “Did you know that he wants me to make a bet with him? If he does better on our next English test, I have to go on a date with him. Insufferable.”
The other girl laughs and shakes her head. “Sounds a lot like you’ve already agreed to it,” she points out, nudging Hyosung with an elbow. Hana takes another mouthful, watching the three of them. She knows they’re friends, it’s obvious by how easy it is between them, but she can’t quite figure out where she fits in all this.
“Well,” Sunhwa scoffs, and her grin turns wicked. “Why not? He may have me beat in Japanese but his English is atrocious.” She shrugs and bats her eyelashes. “And when I win, he owes me.” She tips her head, smiling innocently down at her food. “He owes me a lot.”
Hyosung throws her head back and laughs, and Hana is astonished by it. Hyosung doesn’t hold back, she slaps her palm on the table and her laughter sounds loud even in the noise of the lunchroom. Her smile is just a little bit too gummy to be perfect, but there’s something about it that makes Hana’s stomach flip flop. Oh no. “You’re terrible,” Hyosung says, but there’s no heat to it. She turns to Hana. “Jung Hana, this is Han Sunhwa, and she’s milking Kim Himchan for everything she can get.”
Sunhwa sniffs. “It’s his own fault,” she tells Hana. She doesn’t look the slightest bit guilty. “He seems to think his persistence after a ‘no’ is romantic.”
“I’m Song Jieun,” the other girl says with a quick bob of her head. “It’s so nice to meet you.”
“I hope you like it here,” Sunhwa says, patting Hana’s hand. “It’s a great school. As long as you’re not looking for a boyfriend, of course.” Hana flushes and nods, covering her smile with her fingers. Now that is one thing she’s definitely not worrying about.
Jieun scrunches up her nose, furtively glancing at a table a few feet away. “I don’t know about that,” she argues. Her eyes fall on a second year boy, one with a long neck and a tragic haircut, and the two of them turn matching shades of red and look away. Sunhwa and Hyosung let out matching ‘ooooohs’, Hyosung grabbing Jieun’s arm and shaking her a little. Hana laughs quietly, watching them. It’s strange, being invited to this friendly intimacy, and Hana isn’t sure she really deserves it, but it’s not unwelcome.
The conversation turns to after school plans, with Jieun begging off hanging out because of studying. “What about you, Hana?” Sunhwa asks. “Noraebang? It’ll be fun!” She wiggles her eyebrows and nudges Hana gently. Hyosung is watching her expectantly, gaze steady enough that it makes Hana feel a little bit off balance.
“Ah, I’m not much of a singer,” she demurs, holding up a hand. It’s probably not the smartest idea, turning down an offer to hang out with the first people who have been friendly to her since she transferred, but she’s also a little bit terrified by the thought of having to sing in front of them. She’d just make a fool of herself.
Hyosung pouts, and Hana resolutely ignores the flutter in her chest. “What did you even do for fun at your old school?” Hyosung asks. “Don’t tell me you only studied.”
“I played baseball,” Hana says, and Hyosung’s eyes widen before she leans in. “I mean, not on a team or anything, but it was fun.”
“Sounds sweaty,” Sunhwa says, a bit skeptical.
Hyosung bites her lip thoughtfully. “Baseball?” she asks. “Were you any good?” It’s surprising, the shift in her expression, from friendliness to actual interest, and the weight of her gaze makes Hana squirm in her seat.
“Yeah,” Hana says. She pushes her chin out and she smiles. “Yeah, I’m really good.” She flexes her arm for good measure and Jieun snorts. For a second, Hana wonders if maybe she’s taken it too far, but Jieun’s laughter is good-natured and more importantly, Hyosung hasn’t looked away from her, not once.
“Baseball,” Hyosung says, and she tips her head. “You are interesting.”
Hana flushes. She’s saved from having to think up a reply by a flurry of activity in the lunch room as everyone gets up and gets ready to head to their next class.
“You have history next with me, don’t you?” Jieun asks, gathering her things. She skirts around the table and smiles down at Hana. “Shall we go together?”
It takes Hana a second to reply. It seems that in the space of one lunch, she’s managed to not only make friends with some of the most popular girls in school, but somehow find a spot in their group. She’s got no idea how that happened, but she doesn’t think she minds at all. “Sure,” she says hesitantly, and when she stands, Jieun hooks their arms together.
As they leave the lunch room, Hana glances back over her shoulder, just once. Hyosung, watching them go, raises a hand and wiggles her fingers in goodbye. The way that she’s smiling...Hana knows she shouldn’t read anything into it, but somehow, there’s a tiny little spark of hope burning in her chest.
-
When Hana tucks her last textbook into her bag and closes her locker, she nearly jumps at the sight of Hyosung, waiting for her. “Hi,” Hyosung says cheerfully.
“You’re really good at that,” Hana says, and Hyosung pays her no mind.
Instead, she falls into step with Hana as she makes her way to the door. “You know what’s funny?” Hyosung asks. She bumps her hip into Hana’s and she grins. “Word is that you live just a few streets away from me. Neat, huh?”
There’s something very deliberate about what Hyosung is doing, but Hana isn’t quite sure she knows what it is. “People talk a lot here,” Hana replies. She’s doing her best not to be too pleased that Hyosung has been asking around.
“You know how it is,” Hyosung says. “I know a lot of people, they hear things.” Her arm brushes up against Hana’s with every step, and each time her fingertips slide against the back of Hana’s hand, shivers shoot up her spine. “You know, I really wasn’t expecting the baseball thing.” Hana glances over and Hyosung has her eyebrows raised. “You’re more than just a pretty face.”
Hana colours. There’s no mistaking this, the way that Hyosung curls a hand around her elbow and leans in, eyes heated. Hana has been at this school for a couple of weeks, and this, this is something that never factored into her plans before graduation. “Oh, um, thank you.”
“My last boyfriend was a baseball player,” Hyosung says. “Sometimes we played, you know, on occasion.” Her expression leaves no room for misinterpretation, and although the conversation is completely innocent, Hana feels heat creeping up her throat to her cheeks. “Would you play with me?”
Her mother is expecting her home. Math may come easily to Hana, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t have to work hard at the other subjects. She should go home and study. “Yes,” Hana says breathlessly.
Hyosung’s hand on her arm tightens. “Oh good,” she sighs. “My parents aren’t home for another couple of hours.” She gestures at a building just up the block. “Won’t you come in?”
Hana’s only ever fooled around with a couple of people, and one of them was a boy, and a terrible kisser, so he totally doesn’t count. Hyosung is no amateur. She takes her time kissing Hana, one hand pushed into her hair as she slots their mouths together, licking lazily at the back of her teeth. They’re pressed together so closely on Hyosung’s bed that Hana can feel the push of Hyosung’s breasts against hers and wow, this is totally, definitely happening.
Her breath stutters and Hyosung pulls away for a second. She’s flushed, her thick, glossy hair loose around her face, and Hana gulps at the sight of her lips, full and slick. “Are you okay?” Hyosung asks.
A small part of Hana points out that she’s only just met Hyosung, that maybe this is a little fast. Another, much larger part points out that Hyosung has a really nice body, all lush curves. Hyosung’s skirt has ridden up while they were kissing, and Hana can almost see her panties. She feels a bit lightheaded. “I really, really am,” Hana says, and Hyosung laughs with delight, pushing her down on the bed.
Hana could really get used to kissing Hyosung. There’s something very, very intimate about it, the way that Hyosung settles between her thighs, kissing just as thoroughly as she had before while one hand wanders lower. She pulls at the hem of Hana’s shirt and Hana’s breath catches in her throat. Hyosung knows just what she’s doing, fingers skating up across Hana’s belly, making the muscles jump and shift beneath her hand. Her fingers bump up against Hana’s bra and Hyosung pulls away. “Let’s get comfy,” she says cheerfully, pulling at the buttons of Hana’s school shirt, and Hana laughs.
Hyosung settles back on her heels, working on her own shirt, and it means that Hana gets the perfect view as Hyosung slides it off her shoulders. Uniforms aren’t exactly designed to be flattering and Hana swallows. “Oh, wow,” she says without thinking, and Hyosung just grins. Hana was right - she is amazing. She can’t help the way that her eyes catch on the curve of Hyosung’s breasts, but Hyosung doesn’t seem to mind at all.
“Give me a hand?” she asks, and Hana bites her lip, sitting up to slide her hands up Hyosung’s ribs and around to unhook her bra. “That’s better,” Hyosung tells her, tossing her bra onto the floor. For a moment, Hana thinks about the fact that the first time she’d even spoken to Hyosung was at lunch today, and now here she is, cupping Hyosung’s breasts in her hands and bending to tentatively run her tongue across her nipple.
Hyosung arches, gasping a little as her eyes fall shut. Hana isn’t very sure of what she’s doing, but Hyosung’s so sensitive, and her reactions speak volumes. She squeaks when Hana fixes her mouth over her nipple and sucks, grips Hana’s shoulders and squirms, and Hana feels flushed, too warm. She likes the weight of Hyosung’s breasts and the way she pushes against her, but she wants more.
She glances up and Hyosung meets her gaze, eyes hazy and her lips red. She smiles at Hana hungrily, and Hana’s heart lurches in her chest. When Hyosung kisses her, Hana melts into it. She could get used to this. Hyosung’s mouth is hot and slick and when she pulls away, Hana can’t help but lean in, chasing her lips. “I like you,” Hyosung says decisively, and she drops her hands to Hana’s shoulders and pushes until she drops back on the bed again.
“Thanks?” Hana says, and Hyosung laughs. There’s nothing mean-spirited about it, but Hana still feels a little off balance, a little out of her element, and she wants to put them on a little more even ground. She reaches down and hikes Hyosung’s skirt around her hips, her other hand pressing up against Hyosung’s panties. Her thighs, tucked between Hana’s, are plush and pale and her underwear are bright blue, with a little pink bow. Hana notes distantly that they match the bra Hyosung had been wearing, but she’s more interested in the dampness beneath her fingertips and the way that Hyosung plants her elbows on either side of Hana and grinds down with determination. Hyosung sucks in a breath and drags her mouth away from Hana’s to press against her shoulder, her breath warm. She’s basically rubbing off against Hana’s hand and Hana has never felt so hot in her life.
“C’mon,” Hyosung says against her skin. Her voice is low and unsteady enough that Hana shivers. “Is that the best you can do?” Hyosung pulls away. Her smile is sharp, challenging and Hana is kind of jealous of Hyosung’s ability to multitask. Even as she works her fingers against Hyosung’s panties, Hyosung squirms a hand down between them, tugging at the waistband of Hana’s. Hana inhales sharply, a little bit terrified but every inch turned on.
“No,” Hana says, although she’s never really gone much further than this and she’s kind of flying blind. “Please.” She stretches up to kiss Hyosung against, her heart hammering in her chest as Hyosung drags her underwear off. Her skirt is still flattened between them, but that semblance of security vanishes when Hyosung reaches under it and slides her thumb across her clit. “Oh my God.”
Hyosung laughs in delight, and it’s only her spot between Hana’s thighs that prevents her from snapping them shut. “You’re so wet,” she croons, and Hana gasps. She knows how to get herself off but the fact that it’s Hyosung’s fingertips working against her clit, Hyosung’s mouth on her throat...Hana thinks she might combust. This is so much better than with a guy. “It’s hot.”
“Hyosung,” Hana whines, and that’s so embarrassing, but Hyosung just looks pleased. It’s so hard to focus when it feels like her whole world has shrunk to Hyosung’s hand on her. Heat pools below her belly button and she gasps.
Shifting her weight onto one arm, Hyosung grinds down against Hana’s hand again. Right, Hana thinks. It takes a bit of maneuvering but she manages to tug Hyosung’s underwear down her thighs (her lush, lush thighs) and she finally, finally touches her. “Yes,” Hyosung sighs, tracing wet kisses up Hana’s throat as Hana tentatively rubs circles against her clit. It’s not rocket science, really, Hana knows what makes herself feel good, and Hyosung is so responsive. “Just like that.”
Her wrist is starting to ache from the awkward angle, but Hyosung keeps making these soft groans that make Hana tense and sigh and she’s embarrassingly close to coming already. It’s easy to forget her discomfort, though, when Hyosung kisses blindly at the corner of her mouth and slides a finger in without warning. Hana makes a bitten off noise, arching up mindlessly as Hyosung fucks her leisurely. She didn’t know it could feel this good, and her free hand comes up to land on Hyosung’s waist, her knees squeezing Hyosung’s hips. It’s taking all of her concentration to keep up the slide of her fingers against Hyosung’s clit, but Hyosung helps, rolling her hips down again and again.
“Come on,” Hyosung says against Hana’s mouth, pushing another finger into her pussy and this time, Hana is certain she can feel her smiling. “I know you’re right there, I can feel it.” She’s not wrong. Hana is flushed and sweaty and dazed with the rhythm of Hyosung’s fingers thrusting into her and she knows she won’t last much longer.
“I can’t - ” Hana gasps, and Hyosung laughs, crooking her fingers at the same time that she brings the heel of her hand down to push against Hana’s clit. That’s it, that’s all it takes for Hana to come, the pleasure washing over her in overwhelming waves. Hyosung fucks her through it and Hana has to bury her face in Hyosung’s throat as she rides it out. She doesn’t think she’s ever come that hard in her life.
It takes her a few seconds to recover, and when she does, Hyosung’s got her lips pressed together. It’s obvious that she’s trying not to be pushy, but she wants to get off just as badly as she did before. Hana pushes her sweat damp hair out of her face and then sits up. Time to return the favour.
Hyosung goes easily enough when Hana guides her onto her back, and she looks up expectantly when Hana settles herself on her thighs. Hana’s got a pretty good idea of what Hyosung likes by now. She’s got this. She watches as Hyosung looks her over, eyes half-lidded with heat as she takes in Hana’s disarray. Hana grins. There’s something about the way that Hyosung looks at her that makes her feel light-headed. She decides to fight this by bending over Hyosung. She bypasses her mouth and instead, cups her breasts in her palms and noses at her nipple before taking it in her mouth.
Now that Hana’s come, it’s easier to notice all the little noises that Hyosung makes, the way she grips at Hana’s thighs and squeaks at the scrape of Hana’s teeth. She’s so sensitive, squirming the instant that Hana reaches down to her clit again. Hyosung moans encouragingly, her thighs shifting under Hana’s weight, and that’s when Hana finds her courage to push Hyosung’s skirt up again and slide a finger into her cunt. “Yes,” Hyosung says, her tongue darting out to wet her lips and Hana sets an easy pace. She uses her other hand to stroke slowly across Hyosung’s clit, and she knows it’s too slow, but she likes the way Hyosung shakes and pleads under her breath, rolling her hips up to meet Hana’s hands.
That must show on her face, because Hyosung grabs her wrist and pulls her down firmly. “You’re mean,” she says breathlessly.
“I can be nice,” Hana tells her, pulling her hand out of Hyosung’s grip and pushing another finger into her. She can feel Hyosung clench around her and oh. That’s so hot.
“Just like that,” Hyosung says, and Hana complies, holding her down with one hand and fucking her steadily with the other. It’s a bit dizzying, having a girl like Hyosung falling apart under her hands, and though Hana might be a bit out of her depth, she’s never been afraid to take a risk. As Hyosung’s breath gets shorter, Hana slides down her thighs and bends to press her tongue flat against Hyosung’s clit. Hyosung shouts, tensing around Hana’s fingers as she comes. Hana doesn’t slow down with her hand until Hyosung is limp beneath her, smiling faintly and reaching for her.
It should be awkward afterwards, but it’s not. Hyosung tugs on the collar of Hana’s shirt and pulls her up until they’re lying tangled together. “Wow,” she laughs, brushing her nose across Hana’s cheek and then closing the distance between them and kissing her soundly. She must taste herself on Hana’s lips, but she has no qualms about licking her way into Hana’s mouth and it makes Hana just a bit faint.
“I never got a welcome like that at my old school,” Hana says, and Hyosung throws her head back and laughs. It’s just as loud and just as beautiful and maybe, Hana thinks, this year won’t be so bad after all.
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you did wonderfully my dear
wonderfully
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was that an intentional pun or.....
idk much about secret but this was super great *u*
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ty bb!! ♥