fic: you can count on me to misbehave [sistar; hyorin/bora; nc-17]
you can count on me to misbehave
sistar; hyorin/bora; nc-17; 2200
it’s then that hyorin notices that bora’s sleepwear is an oversized t-shirt which falls off one shoulder and leaves her tanned legs almost entirely uncovered. pwp.
you can count on me to misbehave
Hyorin only just lands on her feet, the jump from the wall she’d just climbed higher than she’d guessed. It wasn’t like she made a habit of trespassing but Hyorin had jumped her fair share of walls and if she was going to get to Bora’s dorm room, she was going to have to break a few rules.
What Hyorin didn’t understand was why Bora’s dormitory had such strict rules about visitors, even other girls. She rolls her eyes at the stupidity of it all, inching forwards through the trees that line the walls that surround the dormitory. Bora stays on the second floor, towards the back, she tells herself. She almost feels like a ninja, zipping from tree to tree in hopes of not getting caught. Adrenaline rushes through her veins, heart beating loudly against her ribcage as she finally skitters to a stop when she reaches the open field behind the dormitory. There are picnic tables spread out haphazardly for the girls in the dorm to use on sunny days.
Hyorin hastily pushes aside thoughts of running her fingers up Bora’s thighs, sneaking towards the wall of the building. Bora’s room is the fifth one from the right, if she recalls correctly. Glancing around once more, she inches towards the fifth window, scanning the ground for rocks to throw at Bora’s window. She spots one that isn’t too big and scoops down it pick it up.
A part of Hyorin shudders wit nerves, hands nearly shaking as she throws the stone up, the loud clattering noise making her hiss involuntarily. She swallows fear, hoping no one else hears the noise. The lights on most of the rooms are turned off, one or two still glimmering through dense curtains.
Hyorin looks up toward Bora’s window, waits for what feels like forever but nothing. She sighs, irritably, before throwing a second rock up, larger this time. Supressing a shriek as the offending stone falls back on to her, she stumbles back, head arching upwards to see if Bora’s noticed the noise.
Pouting, Hyorin is about to reach for her phone when the lights to the room come on and she holds her breath, hoping Bora makes it to her window soon.
Her girlfriend’s head peaks through and Hyorin can’t really make out the expression on her face but then Bora squeals her name. “Hyorin? Hyorin is that you?”
“Well, I’d be rather upset to learn that other girls showed up at your window in the dead of night,” Hyorin retorts back, in as loud a voice as she dares. She feels anxious standing in the open field, slightly terrified that someone would see her and have her reported.
Bora’s laughter is light as air, sweeter than anything Hyorin has ever heard before and she tries to ignore the way her heart swells, almost painful. “You’re the only one for me.”
“You’re so cheesy,” Hyorin scowls, incredibly glad that the darkness of the night hides the redness probably seeping into her cheeks. She wonders how simple words can make her feel like she’s floating but tucks them away, for another time. Right now she needs to get into Boras room. “Help me climb up.”
“Do you think I keep a little convenient rope in my room?” Bora chides, leaning away from the window to glance into her room.
“How long are your sheets?”
“Hyorin.”
“Unnie, come on.” Hyorin scans her surroundings and there’s really nothing she could use to get up to the window. There’s a little bit of a ledge between the first floor window and the second and she knows if she had something to climb, it would be enough. If her years of swimming were ever going to help her out, now would be the best time. She could use the upper arm strength.
Bora shows up at the window, whispering Hyorin’s name to get her attention. A makeshift rope of sheets and what looks like Bora’s favourite pair of jeans is tossed down and Hyorin can’t help the laugh that escapes her.
“You’re so much trouble,” Bora grumbles down at her but she’s smiling, eyes crinkling beautifully. Hyorin wants to kiss her, the need overwhelming as she grasps the fabric of Bora’s jeans.
“Will you be okay?” she calls up and Bora shakes her head.
“I tied the sheets to my bed.”
“Unnie’s so clever,” Hyorin grins, tugging on the sheets twice before setting her right foot against the brick of the wall to begin the climb upwards. She uses the leverage the wall provides her to thrust upwards, arms straining as they pull her weight. A quick glance up provides her with a worried looking Bora so she flashes a quick smile, all confidence and arrogance.
Her foot scrapes, loses friction against the wall when she’s about half-way up and Bora lets out a little welp, fingers wrapping around the sheets at the top. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Hyorin breathes, inching her feet upwards, fingers clinging the cotton of the bed sheets, itching to feel the hotness of Bora’s skin, the curve of her hips. She exhales as she finally reaches the ledge, Bora’s hands wrapping around her wrists to pull her through the window. Hyorin lets Bora take on some of her weight, scaling the remainder of the wall, half through to Bora’s room.
She falls in, bursting out into a fit of giggles as she spots Bora on the floor with her, hair everywhere, looking a bit disgruntled. “I can’t believe you’re making me exert so much energy at night!”
“Aw, aren’t I worth it?” Hyorin breathes, panting a little. Her arms tingle familiarly and she remembers the first time she’d seen Bora, sitting in the bleachers of one of the swimming team’s competitions. Her breath had just caught and if Soyu hadn’t given her a little push, she might have just gaped at the girl forever.
“I don’t know, are you?” Bora grins, crawling over to Hyorin. It’s then that Hyorin notices that Bora’s sleepwear is an oversized t-shirt which falls off one shoulder and leaves her tanned legs almost entirely uncovered. She swallows, breathing suddenly difficult for an entirely different reason. Bora doesn’t seem to notice, but she straddles Hyorin, grinning triumphantly.
“I really hope so,” Hyorin whispers, Bora’s hair falling in tendrils around her face as she leans down to kiss Hyorin. The little gasp that escapes Hyorin is embarrassing but Bora’s hands are pressing against her sides, warm and insistent.
“I can’t believe you sometimes, you know,” Bora mumbles against her mouth and Hyorin would be up for convincing Bora about how amazing she is, how sneaking into her dorm is just one of Hyorin’s many many talents but right now all Hyorin wants to do is make Bora gasp her name.
“Really,” she breathes back, a hand sliding up the length of Bora’s thigh, her girlfriend shivering as Hyorin’s hand goes higher, thumb caressing the skin just beneath the edge of her t-shirt. She uses the distraction to roll Bora over, grinning wildly as Bora’s eyes widen in surprise when she finds herself beneath Hyorin.
“Cheater,” Bora complains, hitting Hyorin’s arm playfully. Her hair splays around her on the ground, big eyes glimmering under the moonlight drifting through the window. Hyorin’s breath hitches, predictably but she pushes past it, a finger stroking Bora’s cheek.
“Not my fault you get distracted so easily,” Hyorin murmurs, sliding her hand up Bora’s side, thumb ghosting over the curve of her breast. Bora’s eyes flicker closed, little sigh escaping her before she looks at Hyorin again.
“But you’re so awfully distracting,” Bora pouts, fingers grasping the front of Hyorin’s tank top. She pulls Hyorin closer and Hyorin tosses her hair over one shoulder before leaning down to capture Bora’s lips in a kiss. It’s slow at first, a lazy exploration of Bora’s mouth, the taste of her mint toothpaste still on her tongue. Hyorin let’s Bora suck on her bottom lip, shudders at the little nibbles, heart thundering in her ears.
She remembers she still hasn’t taken any of her makeup off when Bora licks at her lips, the stickiness of her pink lipgloss leaving little marks against Bora’s lips, smudging between the two of them. Hyorin feels heat pool in her stomach, blushes as she realises how wet she’s already getting. Bora kisses her deeper, tongue delving into Hyorin’s mouth, eager as it presses against Hyorin’s.
Hyorin moans into her mouth, pressing herself closer to Bora. Her breasts touch Boras’ and she rubs down, shuddering when Bora whines, a hand groping her ass.
“Can we - ?” Hyorin asks, hesitant but Bora nods her head readily, her free hand tangling into Hyorin’s hair. It’s not like this is their first time but Hyorin’s still new to this, has never been so concerned about making someone besides herself feel good. She wants to feel Bora swallow her fingers, legs tightening around them as she arches into the touch.
“Please,” Bora groans, and it’s all Hyorin needs to drag a hand up Bora’s thigh, pushing her t-shirt up to see the lacey pick underwear she’s wearing. Her throat feels absolutely dry at the sight, pressing a finger against the crotch of the underwear, finding the fabric wet. Bora shivers, fingers digging into Hyorin’s arm, moaning something incoherent. Hyorin leans down, kisses the smooth expanse of Bora’s stomach, feels her arch off the floor as she travels upwards.
Shifting in her position, Hyorin presses a knee to Bora’s pussy, notes how Bora thrusts downwards, rutting her hips against it as Hyorin pushes her t-shirt higher. Pert breasts and dusky brown nipples, hardened with desire make Hyorin’s head swim. Bora whimpers when Hyorin’s breath ghosts over a nipple, lips taking it into her mouth seconds later. She sucks, cupping Bora’s other breast and massaging gently. Bora is soft and Hyorin is careful, doesn’t want to be rough with Bora even if she sometimes imagines yanking on her hair, biting the blemish-free skin of her neck until it’s covered in hickies, little marks of Hyorin’s presence.
She bites down on the nipple when Bora rubs herself against Hyorin’s knee, little broken cry escaping her. It goes straight to Hyorin’s pussy, the wetness of her underwear almost uncomfortable now as she squeezes her legs tighter together. But she wants to unravel Bora first, wants to fill her until Bora begs her to stop, begs her to let her come.
It’s with a shaky voice that Hyorin asks, a hand trailing down Bora’s shivering stomach, thumb dipping just below the edge of Bora’s panties. “Can I touch you?”
“Oh my god, yes, please,” Bora gasps, fingers wrapping around Hyorin’s lingering hand and pushing it lower. Hyorin can’t help the little laugh that escapes her and she kisses Bora, hungrily before she pushes her panties down. She rubs a thumb in lazy circles over Bora’s clit, the hiss of impatience from Bora turning Hyorin on more than anything else.
Gaining courage from the little gasps of more Bora makes, Hyorin slides a finger between the folds of her labia, sticky wetness of Bora’s pussy reminding Hyorin of the lipgloss smears she’s left along Bora’s stomach. She pushes a finger inside, rubbing against the walls as she goes in deeper. Bora lets out little sighs, eyes closed tight as she claws at the floor over her head.
Hyorin pushes until she’s in up to her knuckle before sliding the finger out and thrusting back in, building a quick pace as she watches Bora writhe on the floor, breasts rising upwards every time Bora arches upwards into Hyorin’s touch.
She reaches upwards, cupping one, rubbing a thumb over the hardened nipple and pulls, a little hard and Bora whimpers out Hyorin’s name, tells her she’s almost there, she’s coming.
Hyorin pushes in a second finger, hand slowly coating with the wetness of Bora’s pussy. She loves this feeling, loves hovering over Bora as she becomes nothing more than desperate pants and whining pleads of more. Hyorin traces the curve of Bora’s hips with her eyes, licking her lips as she memorises the shape of Bora’s breasts, the outline of her collarbone against flawless skin.
“Come for me, Bora,” Hyorin whispers, voice shaking, and Bora pulls her closer, kissing Hyorin desperately, Hyorin’s fingers never stilling until Bora arches upwards, pressing into Hyorin.
She lets out a moan like nothing Hyorin has ever heard, and Hyorin swallows it, as urgently as she can, afraid that she’ll lose it. She wants all of Bora, wants to capture every noise and file it away, memorise every curve of her body and inch of her skin. Know exactly how Bora tastes before and after she cums.
Bora collapses back onto the floor, breathing heavy and eyes half-lidded. She kisses Hyorin slower, lazy almost but it makes Hyorin’s thighs quiver. Pulling her fingers out, Hyorin drags them over Bora’s body on purpose, smears the wetness on her fingers in stripes before she reaches and licks it all off.
Bora shivers, fingers finding their way to Hyorin’s hair and threading through it softly. “Your turn,” she murmurs and Hyorin swallows. She doesn’t really shift from on top of Bora so much so as Bora pushes her down, pulling her tank top off in the process.
Hyorin shivers in her bra, suddenly cold, eyes glued to Bora, who pulls Hyorin’s short shorts down swiftly, dragging Hyorin’s sticky underwear with them. She goes down on Hyorin with an eagerness Hyorin doesn’t except, mind already blanking.
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sistar; hyorin/bora; nc-17; 2200
it’s then that hyorin notices that bora’s sleepwear is an oversized t-shirt which falls off one shoulder and leaves her tanned legs almost entirely uncovered. pwp.
you can count on me to misbehave
Hyorin only just lands on her feet, the jump from the wall she’d just climbed higher than she’d guessed. It wasn’t like she made a habit of trespassing but Hyorin had jumped her fair share of walls and if she was going to get to Bora’s dorm room, she was going to have to break a few rules.
What Hyorin didn’t understand was why Bora’s dormitory had such strict rules about visitors, even other girls. She rolls her eyes at the stupidity of it all, inching forwards through the trees that line the walls that surround the dormitory. Bora stays on the second floor, towards the back, she tells herself. She almost feels like a ninja, zipping from tree to tree in hopes of not getting caught. Adrenaline rushes through her veins, heart beating loudly against her ribcage as she finally skitters to a stop when she reaches the open field behind the dormitory. There are picnic tables spread out haphazardly for the girls in the dorm to use on sunny days.
Hyorin hastily pushes aside thoughts of running her fingers up Bora’s thighs, sneaking towards the wall of the building. Bora’s room is the fifth one from the right, if she recalls correctly. Glancing around once more, she inches towards the fifth window, scanning the ground for rocks to throw at Bora’s window. She spots one that isn’t too big and scoops down it pick it up.
A part of Hyorin shudders wit nerves, hands nearly shaking as she throws the stone up, the loud clattering noise making her hiss involuntarily. She swallows fear, hoping no one else hears the noise. The lights on most of the rooms are turned off, one or two still glimmering through dense curtains.
Hyorin looks up toward Bora’s window, waits for what feels like forever but nothing. She sighs, irritably, before throwing a second rock up, larger this time. Supressing a shriek as the offending stone falls back on to her, she stumbles back, head arching upwards to see if Bora’s noticed the noise.
Pouting, Hyorin is about to reach for her phone when the lights to the room come on and she holds her breath, hoping Bora makes it to her window soon.
Her girlfriend’s head peaks through and Hyorin can’t really make out the expression on her face but then Bora squeals her name. “Hyorin? Hyorin is that you?”
“Well, I’d be rather upset to learn that other girls showed up at your window in the dead of night,” Hyorin retorts back, in as loud a voice as she dares. She feels anxious standing in the open field, slightly terrified that someone would see her and have her reported.
Bora’s laughter is light as air, sweeter than anything Hyorin has ever heard before and she tries to ignore the way her heart swells, almost painful. “You’re the only one for me.”
“You’re so cheesy,” Hyorin scowls, incredibly glad that the darkness of the night hides the redness probably seeping into her cheeks. She wonders how simple words can make her feel like she’s floating but tucks them away, for another time. Right now she needs to get into Boras room. “Help me climb up.”
“Do you think I keep a little convenient rope in my room?” Bora chides, leaning away from the window to glance into her room.
“How long are your sheets?”
“Hyorin.”
“Unnie, come on.” Hyorin scans her surroundings and there’s really nothing she could use to get up to the window. There’s a little bit of a ledge between the first floor window and the second and she knows if she had something to climb, it would be enough. If her years of swimming were ever going to help her out, now would be the best time. She could use the upper arm strength.
Bora shows up at the window, whispering Hyorin’s name to get her attention. A makeshift rope of sheets and what looks like Bora’s favourite pair of jeans is tossed down and Hyorin can’t help the laugh that escapes her.
“You’re so much trouble,” Bora grumbles down at her but she’s smiling, eyes crinkling beautifully. Hyorin wants to kiss her, the need overwhelming as she grasps the fabric of Bora’s jeans.
“Will you be okay?” she calls up and Bora shakes her head.
“I tied the sheets to my bed.”
“Unnie’s so clever,” Hyorin grins, tugging on the sheets twice before setting her right foot against the brick of the wall to begin the climb upwards. She uses the leverage the wall provides her to thrust upwards, arms straining as they pull her weight. A quick glance up provides her with a worried looking Bora so she flashes a quick smile, all confidence and arrogance.
Her foot scrapes, loses friction against the wall when she’s about half-way up and Bora lets out a little welp, fingers wrapping around the sheets at the top. “Are you okay?”
“Fine,” Hyorin breathes, inching her feet upwards, fingers clinging the cotton of the bed sheets, itching to feel the hotness of Bora’s skin, the curve of her hips. She exhales as she finally reaches the ledge, Bora’s hands wrapping around her wrists to pull her through the window. Hyorin lets Bora take on some of her weight, scaling the remainder of the wall, half through to Bora’s room.
She falls in, bursting out into a fit of giggles as she spots Bora on the floor with her, hair everywhere, looking a bit disgruntled. “I can’t believe you’re making me exert so much energy at night!”
“Aw, aren’t I worth it?” Hyorin breathes, panting a little. Her arms tingle familiarly and she remembers the first time she’d seen Bora, sitting in the bleachers of one of the swimming team’s competitions. Her breath had just caught and if Soyu hadn’t given her a little push, she might have just gaped at the girl forever.
“I don’t know, are you?” Bora grins, crawling over to Hyorin. It’s then that Hyorin notices that Bora’s sleepwear is an oversized t-shirt which falls off one shoulder and leaves her tanned legs almost entirely uncovered. She swallows, breathing suddenly difficult for an entirely different reason. Bora doesn’t seem to notice, but she straddles Hyorin, grinning triumphantly.
“I really hope so,” Hyorin whispers, Bora’s hair falling in tendrils around her face as she leans down to kiss Hyorin. The little gasp that escapes Hyorin is embarrassing but Bora’s hands are pressing against her sides, warm and insistent.
“I can’t believe you sometimes, you know,” Bora mumbles against her mouth and Hyorin would be up for convincing Bora about how amazing she is, how sneaking into her dorm is just one of Hyorin’s many many talents but right now all Hyorin wants to do is make Bora gasp her name.
“Really,” she breathes back, a hand sliding up the length of Bora’s thigh, her girlfriend shivering as Hyorin’s hand goes higher, thumb caressing the skin just beneath the edge of her t-shirt. She uses the distraction to roll Bora over, grinning wildly as Bora’s eyes widen in surprise when she finds herself beneath Hyorin.
“Cheater,” Bora complains, hitting Hyorin’s arm playfully. Her hair splays around her on the ground, big eyes glimmering under the moonlight drifting through the window. Hyorin’s breath hitches, predictably but she pushes past it, a finger stroking Bora’s cheek.
“Not my fault you get distracted so easily,” Hyorin murmurs, sliding her hand up Bora’s side, thumb ghosting over the curve of her breast. Bora’s eyes flicker closed, little sigh escaping her before she looks at Hyorin again.
“But you’re so awfully distracting,” Bora pouts, fingers grasping the front of Hyorin’s tank top. She pulls Hyorin closer and Hyorin tosses her hair over one shoulder before leaning down to capture Bora’s lips in a kiss. It’s slow at first, a lazy exploration of Bora’s mouth, the taste of her mint toothpaste still on her tongue. Hyorin let’s Bora suck on her bottom lip, shudders at the little nibbles, heart thundering in her ears.
She remembers she still hasn’t taken any of her makeup off when Bora licks at her lips, the stickiness of her pink lipgloss leaving little marks against Bora’s lips, smudging between the two of them. Hyorin feels heat pool in her stomach, blushes as she realises how wet she’s already getting. Bora kisses her deeper, tongue delving into Hyorin’s mouth, eager as it presses against Hyorin’s.
Hyorin moans into her mouth, pressing herself closer to Bora. Her breasts touch Boras’ and she rubs down, shuddering when Bora whines, a hand groping her ass.
“Can we - ?” Hyorin asks, hesitant but Bora nods her head readily, her free hand tangling into Hyorin’s hair. It’s not like this is their first time but Hyorin’s still new to this, has never been so concerned about making someone besides herself feel good. She wants to feel Bora swallow her fingers, legs tightening around them as she arches into the touch.
“Please,” Bora groans, and it’s all Hyorin needs to drag a hand up Bora’s thigh, pushing her t-shirt up to see the lacey pick underwear she’s wearing. Her throat feels absolutely dry at the sight, pressing a finger against the crotch of the underwear, finding the fabric wet. Bora shivers, fingers digging into Hyorin’s arm, moaning something incoherent. Hyorin leans down, kisses the smooth expanse of Bora’s stomach, feels her arch off the floor as she travels upwards.
Shifting in her position, Hyorin presses a knee to Bora’s pussy, notes how Bora thrusts downwards, rutting her hips against it as Hyorin pushes her t-shirt higher. Pert breasts and dusky brown nipples, hardened with desire make Hyorin’s head swim. Bora whimpers when Hyorin’s breath ghosts over a nipple, lips taking it into her mouth seconds later. She sucks, cupping Bora’s other breast and massaging gently. Bora is soft and Hyorin is careful, doesn’t want to be rough with Bora even if she sometimes imagines yanking on her hair, biting the blemish-free skin of her neck until it’s covered in hickies, little marks of Hyorin’s presence.
She bites down on the nipple when Bora rubs herself against Hyorin’s knee, little broken cry escaping her. It goes straight to Hyorin’s pussy, the wetness of her underwear almost uncomfortable now as she squeezes her legs tighter together. But she wants to unravel Bora first, wants to fill her until Bora begs her to stop, begs her to let her come.
It’s with a shaky voice that Hyorin asks, a hand trailing down Bora’s shivering stomach, thumb dipping just below the edge of Bora’s panties. “Can I touch you?”
“Oh my god, yes, please,” Bora gasps, fingers wrapping around Hyorin’s lingering hand and pushing it lower. Hyorin can’t help the little laugh that escapes her and she kisses Bora, hungrily before she pushes her panties down. She rubs a thumb in lazy circles over Bora’s clit, the hiss of impatience from Bora turning Hyorin on more than anything else.
Gaining courage from the little gasps of more Bora makes, Hyorin slides a finger between the folds of her labia, sticky wetness of Bora’s pussy reminding Hyorin of the lipgloss smears she’s left along Bora’s stomach. She pushes a finger inside, rubbing against the walls as she goes in deeper. Bora lets out little sighs, eyes closed tight as she claws at the floor over her head.
Hyorin pushes until she’s in up to her knuckle before sliding the finger out and thrusting back in, building a quick pace as she watches Bora writhe on the floor, breasts rising upwards every time Bora arches upwards into Hyorin’s touch.
She reaches upwards, cupping one, rubbing a thumb over the hardened nipple and pulls, a little hard and Bora whimpers out Hyorin’s name, tells her she’s almost there, she’s coming.
Hyorin pushes in a second finger, hand slowly coating with the wetness of Bora’s pussy. She loves this feeling, loves hovering over Bora as she becomes nothing more than desperate pants and whining pleads of more. Hyorin traces the curve of Bora’s hips with her eyes, licking her lips as she memorises the shape of Bora’s breasts, the outline of her collarbone against flawless skin.
“Come for me, Bora,” Hyorin whispers, voice shaking, and Bora pulls her closer, kissing Hyorin desperately, Hyorin’s fingers never stilling until Bora arches upwards, pressing into Hyorin.
She lets out a moan like nothing Hyorin has ever heard, and Hyorin swallows it, as urgently as she can, afraid that she’ll lose it. She wants all of Bora, wants to capture every noise and file it away, memorise every curve of her body and inch of her skin. Know exactly how Bora tastes before and after she cums.
Bora collapses back onto the floor, breathing heavy and eyes half-lidded. She kisses Hyorin slower, lazy almost but it makes Hyorin’s thighs quiver. Pulling her fingers out, Hyorin drags them over Bora’s body on purpose, smears the wetness on her fingers in stripes before she reaches and licks it all off.
Bora shivers, fingers finding their way to Hyorin’s hair and threading through it softly. “Your turn,” she murmurs and Hyorin swallows. She doesn’t really shift from on top of Bora so much so as Bora pushes her down, pulling her tank top off in the process.
Hyorin shivers in her bra, suddenly cold, eyes glued to Bora, who pulls Hyorin’s short shorts down swiftly, dragging Hyorin’s sticky underwear with them. She goes down on Hyorin with an eagerness Hyorin doesn’t except, mind already blanking.
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