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The moment the girls landed in Europe, the world was out to get them.
Their managers’ alarm failed to ring, which left both idols and staff rushing to pack up the last of their things. There was a mad dash to the airport in London, only for it to be in vain, as their flight had already set off.
Sumin sighs, slumping over on an airport bench in a scratchy souvenir hoodie, while two of their managers stand at the airline counter, tennis-matching between English and Korean to get tickets for the next flight out.
As she takes a bite out of a dry sausage roll from one of the shops, she looks over at Sieun, hunched over her phone. Her hoodie is so oversized that it swallows up her small frame, her eyes being the only part visible and uncovered.
Sumin chuckles through pastry-filled cheeks. “Cute…”
Sieun grumbles, tapping at the corner of her screen to find the skip button for the ad in some puzzle game she’s been into these days. There's enough of a whine through whatever noise she just made that Sumin knows she isn't truly upset. And it's only confirmed when she sees Sieun's eyes crinkle above her face mask.
No, Sumin knows when Sieun is truly angry.
Part of an idol's job is to craft a persona that attracts fans. Some idols take more creative liberties than others; Sumin remembers meeting senior female idols, warning the girls not to trust a single male idol who even attempts to make a pass at them (not that Sumin needed to worry about that ).
Sieun in front of a variety content or a fansite’s camera is a spectacle; she’s impatient, loud, quick to anger, but not in ways that would threaten the sensibilities of male fans. The last thing the girls needed was a dreaded ‘bad attitude’ scandal.
It’s an endearing sort of anger, like a kitten being teased with a toy too far out of reach.
Sieun's true anger, however, is far different.
And it wouldn’t be long before things would go from bad to worse.
The turbulence on the flight was practically unbearable, and Sumin would watch Sieun get up from her seat three times to rush to the restroom, each time looking greener around the gills than the last.
And worst of all…of course, their luggages would be lost.
Luggages that just so happened to contain Sieun’s clothes.
“Ugh, girls…” their manager sighs, “The luggage wasn’t brought on the flight. The London airport found it, but there aren’t any flights out on account of the weather…we'll have to wait until morning.”
Chaeyoung bites her tongue, trying to keep a smile. “It's no problem…at least they found it, right?”
Sumin nods, but she catches Sieun’s eyes from her peripherals. Sieun’s entire body is stiff as a board, her fingers tapping at her sides in a decisive rhythm, as if she’s counting down from five and back up again, over and over.
And her eyes are pure daggers.
Sumin's arms go gooseflesh.
Her eyes dart over to the younger members while Chaeyoung tries to smooth things over with the other staff, who are even more out of sorts than their manager.
Jayoon is clearly making an effort not to look at Sieun, and when Sumin locks eyes with her, she mouths a “Don't look at me!”
“Okay, in the meantime, we can still settle into our rooms,” their manager says.
“We could do rock pap—”
Sieun's hand snaps around Sumin's wrist. “Sumin.”
Without even a beat, Sieun takes the hotel key from the manager and pulls Sumin towards the room.
Sumin only sees Jayoon hold up a terrified thumbs up before she closes the door.
“Hey, wha—”
Sieun smashes her face against Sumin’s, lips harshly meeting with a choked, breathy moan. She pushes her shoulders up against the door, trapping her in her rage-hot warmth, and her tongue forces itself into Sumin’s mouth, quick, rough, and desperate.
Sumin has to pry Sieun off of her for a moment so she can manage to breathe, a strand of saliva connecting their lips.
Sumin's face flushes hot. “Jesus…”
“S-sorry, fuck, ” Sieun pants. Her forehead is sweatily pressed against Sumin’s, and her hands fumble across and down Sumin’s chest, where they eventually settle firmly on her waist. “I just couldn’t take another minute of it, the flight, the luggage, everything, I just…”
Sieun grits her teeth, her fingernails near piercing Sumin’s skin through her shirt.
Sumin places her hands on either side of Sieun’s face, and Sumin finds it hard not to squish her tighter, her cheeks ballooning over the creases of her lips. “Hey, hey, hey…it’ll turn out fine. They have our luggages. We just gotta wait.”
Sieun blows hot air out of her nose. Her hands relax, leaving only a remnant sensation where her nails once were. “You’re right, I just…I need to relax…”
She presses back up against Sumin, less aggressively, but barely, and oh, that’s something against her thigh that’s definitely not her phone.
Sumin’s eyes bug out wide, face flushing pink, and her eyes dart between Sieun’s hips and her lips, plump and blushy red. Heat races through her whole body, as if Sieun’s anger-turned-arousal has entered her body like a ghost.
“Ah-hah—um-ah…”
Sieun smirks, probably the first time she’s truly smiled today, fingertips teasing up towards Sumin’s ribcage, because Sumin knows that she knows she’s got her exactly where she wants her.
Sumin opens her mouth in some attempt to form a word, but an obvious dribble of drool slips out, embarrassingly having to catch it, hurriedly wiping it on her pants.
“Oh my gosh,” Sieun laughs, “You’re a mess, babe.”
Sumin blushes. “Maybe you’re not the only one who needs to relax…”
“Uh- huh~ ” Sieun sing-songs, stepping backwards as she attempts to guide them to the hotel bed.
The back of Sieun’s knees catch the side of the bed, and they end up toppling not-so-gracefully onto the comforter, Sumin laying on top of her. Sieun, ever with a performer’s mindset, flashes her best ending-fairy eyes, sparkling and pretty enough that it almost distracts Sumin from her glaring arousal, for lack of a better word, that is also demanding her attention.
“Glad we got here in time, so you didn’t jump my bones in front of everyone.”
“W-what makes you think that?” Sumin tries to protest, but her accent comes out so strongly that Sieun immediately catches her lie, rolling her eyes.
“‘ What makes you think that? ’” she repeats, mimicking her vocal mannerisms to an almost frightening degree. She scoots up towards the head of the bed, and Sumin follows her, straddling her.
“Were you thinking about this all day? Come on, tell me,” she barks a playful demand.
“I mean…” Sumin trails off. “You’re kind of scary when you’re mad. But um…it’s also really…”
“Sexy?”
Sumin turns redder. Her eyes betray her as she looks down Sieun’s body. She took off her hoodie on the plane, so now she’s in a black turtleneck that’s riding up her midriff, smooth and pale save for a faint brushing of hair, that leads Sumin’s gaze immediately towards her pants, where—
“Uhm, uh…” Drool collects in her mouth again, and she manages to not let it escape her mouth this time, but Sieun knows.
Sieun huffs, unbuttoning her jeans and hiking them down past her ass. Her panties are a very cute, easter-egg pink, and her bulge is straining against the thin fabric, a small wet spot leaking through. Fuck, Sumin can even smell her sweat, a barely-there musk clinging to her inner thighs.
Sumin feels like her mouth is about to overflow with saliva, and she gulps it down cartoonishly.
Sieun groans, reaching up and taking a fistful of Sumin’s hair, tugging her down to her crotch. Sumin’s breath catches, and she laughs, broken and sounding completely delirious with need.
She shucks her panties down, her cock, modestly-sized, sprung from its confines, and Sumin doesn’t need any extra encouragement to put her flushed, red tip into her mouth.
Sieun moans, sweetly and loudly enough that a small part of Sumin worries that someone’s heard, but fuck it. Her girlfriend doesn’t seem to care a damn at least, the hand in her hair gripping tighter and pushing her a few inches further down.
Sumin’s completely dizzy; she always loves going down on her, having her fill her mouth and her throat with the sweetest taste.
The first time they did this, she managed to just keep herself from gagging (something that perhaps stroked a freshly 20-year-old Sieun’s ego).
But since then, they’ve had a lot of, ahem, practice (at the dorms when the others have gone to sleep, in other hotel rooms, and maybe once in a dance practice room. The latter time, Sieun realized just how much she loves mirrors. Even almost getting caught by their choreographer was totally worth it).
She gives her big, brown puppy eyes, the way she knows she likes it, and Sieun’s apple cheeks go red, strands of faded dyed hair clinging to her forehead.
“Come on, come on,” Sieun mumbles, lower lip trembling, “You feel so damn good… ”
With a grunt, her hips thrust up, and Sumin’s nose is fully pressed against her lower stomach. Sumin’s gag reflex flares up after what feels like ages.
She moans on her, starting to taste precum on the back of her tongue. Her throat clenches up as she tries to get air in every so often, pulling off with a heavy inhale. But she keeps her tongue against Sieun, flicking up her shaft just lightly enough to make her shiver. Sieun tries to kick her legs a little, but her jeans are restraining her movement.
“Ugh, baby, can you…?”
Sumin doesn’t hesitate, sitting up and yanking her pants and panties all the way off, tossing them behind her somewhere. She can’t take her eyes off of Sieun, who writhes on the bed, hand wrapped around the base of her dick, pumping impatiently.
Sumin beams, getting in between her legs, letting Sieun’s heels rest on the small of her back. Sieun looks down at her, biting her lip, and quickly takes the back of her head in her hand, a wordless, quite obvious gesture to get back to it already.
Sumin isn’t a stranger to her girlfriend wanting to “let off steam” with intimacy, but she’s more used to her whiny, begging to be touched or sucked or to have her cock inside, please. But this more aggressive side, keeping Sumin on her cock at all times…it makes her more turned on than she’d like to admit.
Sieun’s about to open her mouth to say something else, when…
Her phone rings on the bedside table. It’s a jaunty, loud ringtone that Sumin knows is—
“W-what is i-it?” Sieun groans, unable to hide her frustration.
“Unnie, are you okay?” It’s Seeun. “I know you didn’t feel that good on the flight, but Jayoon’s just asking…”
Sumin starts to pull back, but Sieun holds her down, hips still. Her eyes go wide, saliva streaming from her mouth as she hears the faint voice of Seeun over the phone talking about dinner menus.
“I d-don’t want to go out, j-just get… whatever you want,” Sieun struggles, her muscles tensing underneath Sumin, strands of hair being pulled tight in Sieun’s fist.
“Really? Anything?” Seeun asks, incredulous.
“Yes, anything, whatever you think I’ll like, I’m not feeling g-good, okay?”
Sieun flicks her eyes between the phone and Sumin’s face. Sumin feels her cock twitch against the roof of her mouth , her lips growing numb. She has to remember to breathe through her nose or she swears she’s gonna pass out with her girlfriend in her mouth…not an un-sexy thought, in theory, but would result in far too embarrassing of an ER trip to be worth it.
“Oh, right right, sorry unnie! I’ll go now. Hope you feel better soon, bye!”
Seeun hangs up, and Sieun tosses the phone across the bed, thrusting hard back into Sumin’s throat.
“ God,” Sieun groans. Her hands go to either side of Sumin’s head, and tries to hold her head still, while she pistons in and out, picking up the pace. Sumin doesn’t even have to move anymore, just balancing on her forearms while Sieun’s cock jabs the back of her throat, each time making more spit spill from the corners of her lips.
Her girlfriend using her mouth like this, like she was nothing more than a toy…she really didn’t know she had it in her. But she can tell Sieun’s getting closer and closer, that whiny, high tone through gritted teeth as she chases the feeling she needs so badly.
“Please, please, please,” Sieun begs, as if Sumin has any control over this, a reflex more than a conscious plea, “Oh my god, please, I…”
Her mouth opens in a loud cry, her thighs closing around Sumin’s ears, hips meeting her mouth, and Sumin tastes her, just as sweet as she always is. It’s definitely more than Sumin’s used to, though, and with a haphazard swallow she only gets some of it down, while the rest leaks from her mouth. She pulls away so she can catch a full breath of air, lips completely covered in cum and saliva, and she sees Sieun reach down and grab her cock, giving a few desperate tugs to get the last spurts out, right onto the bridge of Sumin’s nose and her cheek.
The room fills with loud, harsh breaths. Sumin wobbles on her elbows, and when she looks up at Sieun, Sieun sighs, feathery eyelashes fluttering lazily.
“Feel better?” Sumin asks, clearing her throat with a smile.
“ God , yes,” Sieun says, her eyes rolling back, “You?”
Sumin rubs her thighs together. “I, um…might need to change my underwear once we get our luggages back.”
Sieun laughs, breathily, half in disbelief and half preening at her getting Sumin that riled up. “Really?”
“Ah, you’re gonna make fun of me now, after I just made you cum an ocean?” Sumin whines, scooting up to meet her eyes. She touches her cheek, wiping off some of what Sieun shot onto her face. “You almost got it in my eye!”
“I did not!”
“You did! What if I had to wear a patch for the concert, all the SWITHs would be so worried…” Sumin rambles, furrowing her brows in woeful jest.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it…” Sieun pouts. “I didn’t even have to touch you.”
They exchange looks with a moment of silence before giggling, Sumin burying her face into Sieun’s chest.
“Ah, wait, it’ll get on my sweater!”
“See, this is why you should’ve just done it all in my—”
“Bae Sumin!”