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Johnny walked through the hallway, maneuvering past the various volleyball players who were leaving the locker room. She said her congratulations to each one who recognized her, stopping for a brief moment to make small talk with the players that she was close to, thanks to her girlfriend.
“Doyoung is still in the locker room, right?” Johnny asked Jungwoo, who was busy munching on a protein bar while leaning against the wall. She was most likely waiting for Jaehyun to get her so they could go home.
Jungwoo quickly swallowed and nodded, “Yeah. She was still changing last time I checked.”
Johnny thanked the girl and walked inside the locker room. Her eyes scanned the room for Doyoung. Two girls were putting on their shoes and getting ready to leave, conversing with one another on one of the benches. She looked further around the room and saw Doyoung in the corner rummaging through her locker.
“Aw, did I miss the show?” Johnny asked as she approached Doyoung. The other girl snapped her head at the new voice and lit up when Johnny got close enough to wrap her hand around her waist, eyeing her up and down. She leaned into her touch like it was second nature, always looking forward to any physical touch from Johnny.
”What show?”
”You in the shower.” Doyoung laughed and pinched Johnny’s cheek, playfully scolding her for being perverted. She let go in favor of throwing her arms around her shoulders and bringing her into a kiss, hugging her tightly after she pulled away.
The smell of her shampoo was strong, the scent of cherry blossoms filled her nose. Johnny loved the flowery smell Doyoung always had. Everything that Doyoung owned that had a scent to it was always flowery. Johnny has never not secretly taken in a whiff of Doyoung’s scent—she was addicted.
Donghyuck likes to say she’s an alpha addicted to her ‘omega scent’.
“You were amazing out there, baby,” Johnny said, pressing a few more kisses to face. Doyoung giggled and smiled brightly at her, relishing in the love being peppered on her face.
“I did my best, just for you.”
“Really? Is that why you kept pulling your shorts up so high and arching your back too much?” Johnny teased, recalling how the girl would arch her back obscenely whenever it was facing Johnny’s section. She would also constantly pull her shorts up whenever she adjusted them instead of down like she usually did.
Doyoung tilted her head innocently, “I don’t know what you're talking about?”
”Really? You don’t remember sticking your ass out for the whole gym to see? Or almost letting everyone know what underwear you’re wearing? Johnny slid her hand down her hip, her thumb caressing the area where her underwear line was showing through her sweatpants.
Johnny was extremely thankful that the other two girls had been long gone from the locker room, leaving only them in the room.
“You’re exaggerating,” Doyoung playfully rolled her eyes, “I was only fixing my form so I don’t get back pain from it.”
Doyoung has always been obsessed with her posture. She never forgets to keep her back straight when sitting, to do stretches that benefit her spine, and make sure her back muscles are in perfect condition. She saw a random sports article that talked about an athlete getting constant fractures and a herniated disk because they didn't take care of their posture or body.
”I can help you with your form.” Johnny said, a giant grin on her face as she pushed her hand under Doyoung’s shirt to run her hand up and down the girl's spine.
The girl shivered at her touch and gave her a look that she knew very well.
“What do you know about fixing someone’s form?”
”I know plenty about fixing forms. I can show you exactly what I know about fixing forms.” Johnny said, pushing her closer to her body by the small of her back. Doyoung blushed as their bodies were pressed together and cleared her throat.
“Okay,” She said breathlessly, turning around to put her dirty clothes into her bag, “Let me pack my things and we can go home.”
Johnny looked around the locker room, double checking that it was empty and grinning once she saw nobody else with them. She crowded Doyoung against the locker, wrapping her arms around her waist and toying with the waistband of her shorts with one hand.
“Why wait? I can show you right now.” Johnny kissed her neck, sucking on the skin while slipping her hand under her sweats.
Doyoung’s breath hitched at her touches, tilting her head to give her more room and holding onto the locker door to steady herself, “W-What if someone is still here?”
“It’s just us. You have nothing to worry about.” Johnny told her, her hand going further down and rubbing over her clit through her underwear. Doyoung bit her lip to prevent any noises from slipping out, her fingers gripping the locker.
She dragged her other hand up Doyoung’s (Johnny’s) shirt, squeezing her chest and was slightly shocked to be touching skin directly. She gave it another squeeze and rubbed her thumb over her nipple, loving the shaky gasp Doyoung let out.
“No bra? You’re just letting your tits free for the whole world to see?” Johnny asked with a grin. She ran her hand along Doyoung’s cunt, feeling how damp her panties were. They were soaked just from a few touches.
“No,” Doyoung snapped, “I have a shirt.” Her cheeks were pink, probably from the petting Johnny was doing and the embarrassment she was feeling.
Johnny chuckled, “My shirt that’s not thick enough to cover your nipples?” She emphasized her words by pulling her nipple, earning a whine from Doyoung.
“Johnny,” She whimpered, “Just touch me.” Desperation was heavy in her voice, all worked up from her chest and cunt being toyed with.
“ I am, though?”
Doyoung whined, “S’ not enough.” She rolled her hips against her hand, trying to get more friction against her clit. Johnny let her have her fun, rubbing her fingers with more precision to give Doyoung a little bit of satisfaction.
From the sounds Doyoung was making, Johnny could tell that it was only infuriating her.
“Johnny, please.” Doyoung begged, on the verge of crying at how unsatisfying it was for her to rut against Johnny’s hand with her underwear in the way.
“This isn’t enough for you?” Johnny asked, her tone a little condescending. Doyoung shook her head, tears ready to fall down her face.
“Aw. My poor baby.” Johnny cooed. She took her hands away to turn Doyoung over, pushing her against the lockers and pressing her body against hers. Pushing her sweats off so that it was only her underwear on, she forced her thigh between Doyoung’s legs so that her cunt was sitting on it. Her sweatpants out of the way so Doyoung’s cunt only had her underwear blocking it from any direct skinship.
Doyoung moaned at the contact, hips rocking back and forth against her thigh. Johnny had her hands on her hips, kissing along her jaw and going to her lips, swirling her tongue around Doyoung’s once the girl dropped her jaw at a particular grind that had her trembling.
Johnny groaned when Doyoung raked her fingers through her hair and pulled at the strands, pulling it hard enough that it had the pain turning into pleasure. She pulled back from their kiss, a string of saliva tying them together before breaking apart. Dragging Doyoung’s shirt above her chest, she dropped her head down to mouth at the skin there. She left marks on her chest, biting and licking at the skin to leave her mark.
Doyoung arched her chest, further pushing her boobs into her face as she kissed her way down to her nipple, licking it before putting her mouth around it to suck on it. She swirled her tongue around it and glanced up to see Doyoung’s face. The girl had her head tipped back against the lockers and breathing heavily, pushing Johnny toward her chest even more as she continued to grind against her thigh.
“What—” Doyoung was cut off by a moan,” What happened to, ngh, fixing my form?”
Oh, right.
Johnny got a little carried away.
She stopped her ministrations on her chest, “You have to warm up before getting to the real thing. We’ll focus on your form after you cum on my leg.”
Doyoung stopped her grinding and furrowed her eyebrows together. Johnny had to hold herself back from moaning out loud from how mad she looked. A frustrated and horny Doyoung was the star of Johnny’s wet dreams. The narrowed eyes, flushed cheeks, and scowl had her dripping in her underwear.
“I can’t come from humping your leg! Stick your fingers in me or something.” Doyoung demanded, tugging her hair in a very non-sexy way. Johnny winced but didn’t back down.
“Then don’t come at all.” Doyoung could definitely come from humping her leg. If she can come from her tits being played with alone, then she can come by Johnny’s leg alone.
“What?” She scoffed, “You know I need more than this. Can I at least take my panties off?”
“Since you’re being a brat, no. Besides, the more you drench them, the better for me.” Johnny wiggled her eyebrows.
Doyoung whined again, “Seriously? Why am I being punished after winning my game?”
Johnny rolled her eyes and grabbed Doyoung by the jaw, fingers digging into her as she forced the girl to look her directly in her eyes, “Stop complaining and be a good girl for me.”
Upon hearing the name, Doyoung’s cheeks flushed even more and she fell quiet. Johnny grinned at her silence and kissed her softly, hand dropping to her hip and resting there.
“Good. Make yourself come then I’ll help you.”
Doyoung pouted a little but listened. She shoved her head into Johnny’s neck as she began to grind her cunt against her thigh, her breath hot on her skin as noises fell out of her mouth.
Small kisses littered her neck, Doyoung mouthed at her as she tried to bring herself to come. Her hips moved frantically, loud moans pouring out every time her clit rolled down in the perfect way.
For someone who was upset having to do the work herself and get off by a thigh (mostly because she didn’t want to at the moment), she was very loud and sounded like she was having the time of her life grinding her cunt on someone’s leg.
Her hips moved faster, her voice becoming louder and whinier the closer she got to coming. Johnny was throbbing at the core hearing the beautiful sounds coming from Doyoung, each one going through her ear and straight to the fire inside of her.
Doyoung came with a loud cry and bit down on her shoulder, teeth digging into her skin as her hips twitched against her thigh as she rode out her orgasm.
“Good job, baby.” Johnny said softly while pressing a kiss to the side of her head. She rubbed up and down her spine, trying to sooth her as she trembled.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The other girl pulled back to glare at her with teary eyes. Her face was flushed to the max, sweat dripping down the side of her face as she breathed heavily.
“Will you help me now? Please?” Johnny couldn’t help but groan at the way Doyoung’s voice was already sounding ruined. The look of her alone had her throbbing in her shorts. She was always weak for pretty girls. Especially ones with attitudes who come from humping her leg.
She smiled and kissed the girl, stealing her breath even more as her tongue found its way back into her mouth.
“Of course, Doie. You’re all warmed up now.” Johnny smiled. She rubbed her sides soothingly before dropping to her knees. No time was wasted as she pressed her nose right up against Doyoung’s underwear, inhaling the musky smell of her cunt through her soaked underwear.
She breathed in her scent, albeit a little upset that she couldn’t get her natural smell when she was dripping with sweat from the game, but she’ll take what she can get.
“Can you stop being a perv and get on with it? A tug to her hair brought her out of her daze. She looked up to see Doyoung glaring down at her with embarrassment painting her face.
“I can’t appreciate your body now? I thought you loved me.” Johnny pouted.
“Stop talking and—oh.” Doyoung’s complaining was cut off by a moan when Johnny licked along her cunt, the damp fabric an uncomfortable feeling against her tongue. She didn’t mind the odd texture since she could taste Doyoung’s arousal on it.
Johnny slipped her underwear down her legs, the girl stepping out of them to help her out. She made a mental note to pick them up herself once they were done.
“Look at you, you’re dripping everywhere.” She ran her finger along the slit of her folds, a shaky breath leaving her mouth at the soft touch.
She moved one of Doyoung’s legs to rest over her shoulder, giving her more room to play with her cunt. Her folds glistened with slick from her previous orgasm, just begging to be licked up.
Johnny kissed the inside of her knee, dragging her lips along her inner thigh and mouthing at the skin before pressing her face up against her cunt once again, inhaling her natural scent without her underwear in the way.
“I wish you would’ve waited to shower. This would’ve been sooo much better.” Johnny said before licking along her folds, a soft moan coming from the girl above her.
“That’s disgusting, Johnny.” Doyoung didn’t sound too disgusted at all.
“Is it, though? You smell really good when you’re all sweaty and—”
Doyoung rolled her eyes and grabbed Johnny’s hair and pushed her face against her cunt, shutting her up by making her get on with it.
“God, you talk too much.” Doyoung sighed, head tipping back once Johnny started to eat her out. She sucked on her clit with no complaints and moved down to lap at her, slowly licking up any slick that was pouring out of her, savoring everything she could.
Her thighs were trembling against her head. Most likely due to being overstimulated and having almost no time to bounce back from coming.
Johnny ate her out leisurely and circled her entrance with a single digit before pushing it in, earning herself a wanton moan from Doyoung. Feeling absolutely no resistance to the intruding finger, another joined it and began pushing in and out of her cunt.
The girl mewled as she was eaten out and fingered, the double assault overwhelming her in the most delicious way possible. She made a mess everywhere. Her arousal running down her thighs, soaking Johnny’s face, and dripping to the floor. Johnny couldn’t get enough.
She put her mouth over Doyoung’s clit and sucked, the suction making Doyoung cry and gush even more. The slick sound coming from her fingers fucking the girl’s cunt had her throbbing terribly, her own cunt was begging to be touched hearing the sounds mix in with Doyoung’s desperate moans.
Doyoung’s voice went up a few pitches, one of the signs that her orgasm was building up and close.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—it’s so good. Fuck!” She began to grind her hips against Johnny’s fingers, her body moving frantically as she snuck a hand under her shirt to play with her chest.
Johnny hummed at the praise, the sound vibrating against Doyoung and making the girl cry out even more. She curled her fingers and started to graze her g-spot, finally beginning to abuse it and give the girl what she deserves.
Unable to help herself, Johnny slid her other hand into her own shorts, slipping them under her underwear to touch herself. She moaned at the relief she felt from her clit finally getting some friction, rubbing her fingers in circles against the bundle of nerves.
She moaned against Doyoung, the sound vibrating against the girl and further stimulating her. Johnny could feel her own orgasm building up fairly quickly, with Doyoung getting herself off on her face while she had her hand busy between her legs, her body was burning up.
Suddenly, Doyoung’s hips stilled, stopping all movement to pull Johnny away from her body. The painful tug had her whimpering at the small sting, looking up at the girl with a betrayed look in her eyes. Why would Doyoung stop her when they were both getting in the flow of things?
“No touching yourself.” Her voice was stern, leaving no room for argument. Johnny got excited at the harsh tone. She loves when Doyoung gets a little mean when they fuck. Something about having a pretty girl telling her what to do and ordering her around was a huge turn on for her. She wished Doyoung could be a lot meaner, but they weren’t in the best place to be asking for more foreplay.
She removed her hand from her cunt, moving it to hold the leg that was over her shoulder. Apparently, that was the wrong move too as the girl pulled on her hair again.
“I just finished a game and have been doing most of the work here. Don’t you think that it’s a bit selfish of you to make me do everything while you just sit here like a pathetic pet? Making a fucking mess on the floor?”
Okay, most of that mess is from her, but Johnny isn’t going to argue when she’s horribly turned on by how rude Doyoung is being to her.
Doyoung slid her leg off of her shoulder, reaching into her locker to grab a towel from it. Before Johnny could realize what was going on, a hand twisted itself in the front of her hoodie and dragged her towards the bench that was a few feet away.
She set the towel down and sat on top of it on the bench, still keeping a tight grip on Johnny’s hoodie. She spread her legs and ushered her in between them, situating her in the position she wanted her to be in.
Johnny could only be giddy at how demanding Doyoung was being. Dragging her across the floor like some dog while talking down to her was one of the easiest ways to get her soaking even more between her legs. She wasn’t even mad that she wasn’t able to come when she wasn’t too far off from doing so.
“If you do good enough, I might let you come.” Doyoung said as she pushed Johnny by the back of her head to her cunt.
Johnny gave a gentle kiss to Doyoung’s clit before sucking on the bundle, running her tongue over it and doing anything possible to keep the moans pouring out of Doyoung’s mouth. She lapped over her cunt a few few times, leisurely moving her tongue before going lower to insert it inside, fucking it in and out.
She inserted two fingers, pushing them in tandem with her tongue. The girl above her tipped her head back, a soft moan echoing around them as she was steadily getting pleasured.
Motivated by the sounds, Johnny sped her pace up, eating the girl out with purpose and not once slowing down. Doyoung’s cries rose back up in pitch, her hand shoving Johnny’s head harder against her cunt as she continued her assault.
Johnny dragged her eyes up Doyoung’s body, watching how the girl had her own hand up her shirt and squeezing her chest, fingers twisting at her nipple to further push her to the edge. She groaned at the sight above her, loving how good Doyoung was feeling because of her.
Doyoung gasped as Johnny fucked her fingers fervently, the squelching sounds from how much Doyoung was dripping bouncing off the walls. Johnny could tell she was only moments away from coming, her whiny moans falling short as they poured out of her.
She moved up to mouth at her clit, licking and sucking it to bring Doyoung to that euphoric climax. The girl tensed up and came with a loud cry, her orgasm washing over her as it flowed out of her cunt. Johnny wasted no time dropping back down to her entrance to lap everything up, doing her best to swallow everything and not waste a single drop.
Johnny moaned as she lapped everything up, drawing her fingers out once there was nothing else coming out of Doyoung. She gave her lips a few more licks before kissing her abdomen and waited for her to calm down, massaging her legs to help her relax.
“Was I good enough?” Johnny asked, breathless with a raspy voice. She was hoping that she did do a good job, was very confident that she did, seeing how Doyoung was still trying to catch her breath.
Doyoung’s eyes lazily landed on her, her dilated pupils looking back at her through half-lidded eyes. Her lips curled into a small smile, “Yes, you were.”
She cupped Johnny’s cheeks and leaned down to kiss her on the lips, not caring that her face was still coated in her come, “You made me feel so good.”
Johnny felt pride swell in her chest, a dopey smile making its way on her face, “I can come now?” She was aching to come, throbbing with the urge to get that release.
“Of course. But you can’t use your fingers to get yourself off.” There was a mischievous glint in Doyoung’s eyes. Something about it screamed that there was more to come.
No fingers?
“Are…Are you going to use your fingers?” It feels like Doyoung’s plotting something evil, something that’ll benefit Johnny in the worst way.
The girl above her grinned.
Definitely plotting.
“Take your shorts off. Leave your panties on.”
Johnny narrowed her eyes a bit but obeyed nonetheless. She tossed her basketball shorts to the side, leaving herself in her boyshort-styled underwear. She was positively soaked, her underwear uncomfortably damp at how much she’s been leaking.
Doyoung took in the sight of her, eyes raking over her on her knees, obediently waiting for her next step. Johnny felt like she was being preyed upon, the hunger that was in Doyoung’s eyes was heavy, making her insides twist with arousal.
To Johnny’s surprise, Doyoung slid her socked foot in between her legs, the bottom of it pressing against her cunt.
“You’re going to come just like this.”
Johnny’s jaw dropped for two reasons.
One, out of shock.
Two, because her foot rubbed along her crotch, the pressure actually made her want to roll her hips against it for more.
“I’m—I’m sorry?”
“Or don’t come at all. I don’t care, I already had my fill.” Doyoung shrugged, caressing her cheek with her thumb. Johnny wanted to whine, throw a fit. Humping her foot like an actual damn dog was not going to be enough to satisfy her. Why can’t Doyoung finger her? Or eat her out? Those options were wayyy better than being punished like this.
“Aw, it’s okay. You can do this for me, right? You’re already close—this shouldn’t be a problem for you.” Doyoung ran her thumb along her bottom lip, sensing Johnny’s inner turmoil about having to come in the most unsatisfying way possible.
Why did she suddenly become mean? Is she still upset that she made her ride her thigh until she came? It was hot! She shouldn't be mad over that!
Johnny decided that she wasn’t a bitch, and that she can handle a little bit of humping. She doesn’t want to disappoint Doyoung, so she might as well succumb to her evil plan.
Doyoung moved her foot so that it was pressing against her clit, slightly moving it around and sending waves of pleasure up her spine. She whimpered at the friction, rolling her hips against it to chase that feeling again.
“Oh fuck.” Johnny dropped her head against the girl’s leg, her body was already on fire, burning up with arousal just from a few rubs. The hands that were on her face pulled away, one hand running through her hair, the sensation soothing and almost comforting. Almost like a pet.
She was enjoying it more than she thought she would. Is she that perverted? Should she see someone about this?
The way Doyoung pressed her foot against her made her head go empty, dizzy with pleasure as she continued to roll her hips against her foot. She moaned shamelessly as she rutted her hips faster against her, moan after moan pouring out of her lips.
Gripping Doyoung’s ankle with both hands, she was able to find better balance to keep rutting against her foot without missing a beat. The constant stimulation to her clit had her skin crawling, the need to come growing in her.
Whimpers and moans that sounded borderline pathetic echoed around her, the realization that she was genuinely feeling good from humping Doyoung’s foot had a bit of humiliation residing in her bones—but at the same time, she was more wet at how pitiful she looked nearly coming in her underwear from this.
In technicality, Doyoung was literally stepping on her cunt to get her off, and it was so, so good. Addictive.
So addictive that she came with a gasp, her hips twitching as her underwear became drenched with her come, some of it dripping down her thigh and making a mess beneath her.
Doyoung’s hand continued its ministration in her head, her foot slowly rubbing along her underwear to help her ride out her high.
Johnny was pretty sure she just found out something new about herself. She loves watching Doyoung hump her leg—and she likes humping Doyoung just the same.
“You have never looked so pathetic.” Doyoung mused, a grin on her face as she pushed her hair behind her ear, her shaggy curls no longer sticking to her face uncomfortably.
“You made that happen.” Johnny snapped, her words barely having any bite thanks to how out of breath she was. Eating someone out while being smothered in pussy and then humping someone’s foot right after had her winded, like she was the one who just got done playing a game.
Doyoung giggled and patted the top of her head, standing up and wiping herself down before passing the towel to Johnny, “Come on. I’m hungry and the place I want to eat at closes soon.”
“Wow,” Johnny dragged out the word, astonished at the lack of care she was getting, “No pillow talk? No after-sex cuddles? All I get is a dirty towel thrown at me like I’m some cheap whore?” She took the towel in her hand regardless, slipping her underwear off in favor of wiping down the mess and putting her shorts back on.
Doyoung snorted as she put her sweatpants on, also forgoing the underwear and going commando, “That’s not too far from the truth. And maybe, you’ll get that princess treatment once you fuck me with your strap.” She finalized her words by shutting her locker after pulling her bag out.
Johnny lit up as she made sure to stuff her dirty underwear in her pocket (also rushing to grab Doyoung’s and stuff it in there as well) and stood next to the girl, “I can use my strap?”
The girl turned her head, a soft smile as she leaned up to kiss her again, not as lustful as their previous kisses, but more loving and gentle.
“After you buy me dinner. I’m starving and you’ve officially drained me of any energy.”
Grabbing her regular bag and her sports bag, Johnny gleefully secured an arm around her waist and ushered her out of the locker room, eager to get some food in her so that they can continue at their apartment.