Lisa shifted, realising she has inadvertently put herself in the spotlight. Slouched while sitting on the girl's hips, she tried hard not to squirm to not draw more attention to her near nakedness and her now somewhat obvious vulnerability. The latter she knew was never quite a good look on her.

Now that she said it out loud she wasn't sure exactly why she allowed herself to say it. Emotions, no matter how fleeting, were never acceptable in a one night stand.

J was quiet, the rise and fall of her chest now slowly coming to a calm. Lisa tried to shrug off her awkward demeanour and shifted to sheer confidence even if it felt like it was falling short.

Especially since the strong dark lines of those brown cat-like eyes, now that she's seeing them up close and realising why they felt intimidating even from afar, were now boring on hers; steady and inspecting, the shifting colours around it seemed to probe. Lisa shuddered to imagine how those beautiful irises view her now, and she felt a lot more bare than before.

Only the small languid tug of the lips betrayed the denseness of those stares.

"Insatiable, huh?" J's lips pouted softly, a stark contrast to her steady eyes that remained examining. She stretched a little, the soft skin on her ribs displaying creamy ridges that Lisa regretted to have not run her tongue over earlier. "I quite like that."

Lisa wanted to frown but thought that maybe she was saved from an embarrassment. If her neighbour interpreted something else, she'll just go with that narrative than to walk away from this one night stand viewed as a soft girl. She can't really afford herself that image.

The mask easily slipped back as Lisa's lips tugged into a cocky grin. "I have the energy for good sex, what can I say?"

J hummed, her fingers running carefully on Lisa's thighs. The silence between them wasn't awkward but Lisa was starting to slouch, feeling the exhaustion creeping in. J must have noticed it, too.

"C'mere," J's fingers called for her. Lisa hesitated. The pull to the girl's body's heat was so inviting.

"I don't cuddle," The sound didn't exactly come across as convincing in Lisa's ears. Petulant, maybe, but not firm.

"So many rules," Lisa didn't know a snort could ever sound cute, but hey, there's a first time for everything, especially when it was paired with a tolerant grin. "I just want you to rest, I haven't had my way with you yet. And get rid of your underwear--we're still so overdressed."

Lisa paused but slowly relented. She slid away from the girl's hips, removing her bra and underwear in the process. She settled herself just beside her, silently thankful for the feel of the comfortable bed on her back.

J did the same with her bra and threw it somewhere on the bed before she shifted to her side, her head propped by her arm as she faced Lisa. The loose space between their bodies gave enough air to cool their skin but close enough for their bodies to draw heat from each other.

A finger carefully drew random shapes on Lisa's taut stomach.

The blonde sighed, unsure if it was out of concession or because her body delighted in the girl's caress. She closed her eyes, trying to hide from her neighbour's gaze.

The heat leisurely drew faint circles upwards. It was careful, like a mapping of undiscovered moles around Lisa's pale skin. The tingles ran only on the surface.

Her breath started to gather, the rise and fall of her chest now erratic.

Lisa felt the finger trace just under her breast and she arched, her body unwittingly seeking more. The teasing was soft and she hated that the touch was never enough, yet a mere pad of a finger capable of starting a fire within her.

The same touch ran upward, carefully towards the swell of her breast. Her breath hitched as she felt the finger circle around her pebbled nipples, each caress laced with painful anticipation. Her nipples were aching, yearning. Lisa wasn't even aware of how strained her nipples were until J touched them.

The circles moved languidly across her other breast, showering it with equal affection. Both nipples taut, asking for more attention.

It felt like her body was doused both with water and gas when she felt a warm wet tongue run on the swell of her breasts and finally acknowledged her stiff peaks. Relief from finally having what she wanted but ached for more of where this was coming from. They circle around them, tongue-twisting and wrapping around the top of the breasts.

It embarrassed Lisa that her body could react this way to a mere lick on her skin.

"Go rough. I don't like..." The shudder in her skin immediately betrayed her. "Soft."

She heard a coy cluck of the tongue. "So many rules."

She drew a breath as the girl sucked on a nipple hard as if to give in to her request, but returned to languid licking.

"I'm just saying I know what I want."

Lisa refused to open her eyes, worried they would betray her. She felt more of the girl's body on top of her now, careful in its approach. In her mind, she envisioned the predatory neighbour; her confident aura with her commanding stares. The way she came across as dominating. The way she wanted sex to be demanding.

Yet here she was, the same girl who was tracing her skin carefully with her tongue as if wanting to memorise her body. The same girl who was now coming up to her neck and sucking on her shoulders as if trying to know which kisses would turn her on. The same girl who was peppering the side of her body with open-mouthed kisses as if she wanted to taste every crevice Lisa's body offers.

And Lisa was torn in the way her body wanted another yet enjoyed this one, too; surprised to find that soft explorations could undo her the same way a take and go could.

Except she could already feel a distinct difference: the rough touches leave only shallow bruises once they're gone; she's positive these kisses, however soft, would linger with ache long after they've left her skin.

She doesn't like it.

But Lisa doesn't know how to voice it out when all she could manage were moans and gasps as answers to the soft demands of this girl's touches and kisses and she doesn't know how to voice it out either in a way that she wants to say stop but also don't stop.

She's already a conflicted mess and the girl has barely just begun.

J cosied in the middle of her legs, her breasts pressed on her leg. She's learning the inches of Lisa's abdomen now, the tip of her tongue tasting the salt of her skin. The wet heat taunted in the way it slid downward, covering more and more of her abdomen. Lisa wondered what it would be like when her tongue finally met her clit and she shuddered in anticipation.

J hummed again after she paused. Her fingers were grabbing her thighs for purchase and Lisa couldn't help but open her eyes curiously. She found her neighbour gazing at her down there hungrily, licking her lips expectantly.

Lisa was glad she had the time to wax herself, sure that her moist folds must have been inviting anything the brunette could give.

J moved downward as Lisa closed her eyes and licked her own lips, anticipating the first lick.

It doesn't come.

What came, however, was pliable skin running across her wet folds, a hard nipple teasing her aching nub.

Oh god.

She opened her eyes and found J rubbing her breast across her pussy, the softness of her mound a perfect pressure on her clit. Her wetness was a beautiful mess all over the brunette's chest.

The way her breast and nipple were grinding on her was making her heady. She moaned, never fully understanding the novelty of the whole thing but it. Just. felt. So. Goddamn. Good.

"Oh, Lisa. So wet...I thought you said you liked rough?"

"Sh...shut up." Lisa bucked, her hips chasing after the soft breast.

The grin across J's face was so taunting Lisa wanted to lick it off her face. "I knew you were a boobs girl."

Lisa didn't bother responding, focused on the way the chest curved itself nicely on her core. Her fingers chaffed as she gripped the sheets tightly. J ran them a few more times, pressing on her clit every so often; her fingers wrapped around Lisa's hips to anchor them on her supple breast nicely.

J gripped her backside again before she felt her move away a little. Before she processed this information, she suddenly felt another set of pliant muscles, this time wet and warm and sliding.

Lisa's moan merged nicely along with J's delicious hum the moment she tasted Lisa. She felt the rough of her tongue run around the sides of her slit, almost like scratching through an itch that needed relief. She twirled around her swollen clit before staying there, her tongue flicking rapidly at the bottom, alternating the tip and the wide middle.

She's building up very nicely now, but almost not allowing herself to fully submit. She knew she teased J a little too much earlier and somehow she's expecting her to edge her, too, so she's allowing her nerves to just feel. The mouth wrapped on her clit sucked hard and she bucked, surprised by the dexterity of the girl's lips.

She made the mistake of glancing down and she found them, darkened cat-eyes studying her intently as she licked and sucked her folds. She watched as the girl's arms pinned her closer to her mouth; her cat eyes almost analysing every gasp, every twitch of the muscle, every flutter of the eyelids her body made.

She's trying to find what makes me tick.

She's concentrating on making me feel good.

And another thought persists: she knows I'm holding back.

Almost like an answer to her thoughts, J stuck two fingers in while her mouth paused. They don't hesitate, careful but not tentative. They plunged straight inside, hooking towards the spongy side of Lisa's inner walls.

She really wanted to scream. She was taken aback, surprised by the immediate sensation. Perhaps the build-up DID pay off, perhaps it's J's fingers which were significantly thicker than Lisa's long ones.

IT FUCKING FELT GOOD.

So, fucking good.

Taken aback by her body's reaction, Lisa's mouth grabbed a duvet near her face by instinct, her teeth clamped shut on the sheets. Trying so hard not to scream in pleasure.

She was a little embarrassed to show how much she was unfolding in front of her neighbour. It was supposed to be HER role: Lisa was the one who made women unfold. SHE was the one who made them scream.

But the way her body reacted intensely to J was so unprecedented, her first reaction was to suppress.

"No," J pulled on the duvet with her free hand. "Don't you dare try to stifle your noise. I want to hear how good you feel. I don't care if we get complaints."

Almost like to prove her point, J pushed in three fingers, the tips hooking and poking further inside her.

She felt so, so full in an instant.

"FUUUUCK!" Lisa screamed. Her body arched with her wail, the tension in her body undone. She gave in to every thrust, careful but deep, while J's tongue licked flat on her clit. The alternating pressure was making her insane.

"Oh, fuck, harder, please! Harder!" Lisa barely held back now, her hips pressing harder unto J's mouth. The brunette's fingers were deep in her but maintained the pace, long strokes with her knuckles in deep. Lisa's wetness did nothing to numb the texture of J's fingers; they are wide inside her, each groove adding to Lisa's building sensation.

J's thrusts suddenly quickened as Lisa's thighs quivered, the girl making sure to still hit the hilt inside her. Lisa's body was desperate now, the sticky sheets clinging to her skin every time she arched. She couldn't stop herself when she nearly cried: Please, J, please, I want to come. Please don't stop. Please, please I'm coming--

And she tipped, finally, and there's a moment of blankness where Lisa just stopped breathing--

But J doesn't slow down, her beautiful fingers filling her and burning inside her--

And her body exploded, words suspended in her mouth, not realising she was releasing a magnificently filthy moan that must have put everyone else's to shame. She bucked hard but J kept her pinned down, her arms trying not to miss a beat as she pumped inside the girl who just soiled the sheets beautifully.

--

It's almost like she had forgotten how to breathe that it hurt at the first attempt to let air in. She coughed, choking at the dryness of her throat.

J still hasn't pulled out of her. The girl lay on her hips, mouth glistening with her orgasm. She's catching her breath too albeit a lot more gracefully than Lisa.

Lisa tried to chuckle to cover her embarrassment. "God, my throat hurts."

The girl waited a few seconds before slowly pulling out of Lisa. Her hips jerked instinctively, a little too sensitive.

J climbed up and lay beside her, brown eyes unwavering.

"You were so vulgar," The cat-like eyes flicked down towards Lisa's pussy, as if already missing it. "I liked it."

Lisa scoffed good-naturedly. Her arm rested on her forehead, trying to push the throb on her temple. "That was some boob-job. Breast-job. Breastilingus, I don't know what to call it."

J propped her head on her arm. She bit on her lip. "You liked it?"

"It was sufficient."

Lisa chuckled as J slapped her arm playfully. When quiet settled between them, J's fingers traced the pooling sweat on Lisa's chest.

Her eyes were now dancing around Lisa's face, stopping every once in a while to stare at her lips.

"I knew you'd taste so good." She whispered.

Lisa grinned softly, her eye crinkling. "You're addicted to me already?"

J rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Have you tasted yourself lately?"

"I don't have a habit of licking myself, if that's what you're asking."

J's teeth pulled her lip as her eyes lingered on Lisa's lips.

Lisa's breath hitched, nervously waiting.

"You wanna taste yourself?" J's eyes pointedly glanced down at her breast, still sticky from Lisa's wetness. The girl's smile was teasing, but her eyes refused to leave Lisa's mouth.

Lisa tried not to sigh, not letting her expectations get to her. Instead, she licked her lips, readying themselves. J sucked a breath in.

Obliging, Lisa pulled herself up and crawled on top of the brunette. Her eyes locked into her neighbour's as her tongue licked around her breast slowly, tasting herself and J's salty sweat on her skin.

Lisa moaned, temporarily losing herself in the mix of J's musk along with her wetness. When her eyes returned to J her hooded gaze was darker, affected by Lisa's little show. The blonde made sure to show J the way her tongue played around her breast, teasing the pebbled nipple before sucking on it hard.

J shut her eyes closed, her jaws clamping at the sensation. When they opened again, her arms reached towards the blonde, pulling her up.

"Come here, let me clean you," J's husky throat was strained. "I don't want to waste any of your cum."

The brunette's head settled back on the pillows as Lisa made her way up towards her head. Her hands find purchase on the padded headboard as her legs straddle J's pretty little head, before lowering herself on her mouth.

J doesn't hesitate. Her arms wrapped around Lisa's leg and pulled Lisa in, the first lick on her sensitive pussy made her quiver in delight. The tongue explored carefully, soothing folds that J's fingers made sore. The wet texture felt like a caress, calling her nerves alight again.

Lisa forgot to hold back on her moan as she closed her eyes, feeling yet another build-up coming. In response, J pulled her legs harder, putting more pressure on her clit.

"Don't, I might choke you." Lisa rasped, her legs starting to pull back. J stubbornly pulled down.

"I don't care. Sit on me."

Lisa still hesitated, trying to refocus on the sensations. She knew she could be very harsh with her lovers when they're doing cunnilingus, and somehow she's worried about doing the same to J.

J seemed to feel the unwillingness. "Lisa. Choke me, I don't care. Ruin me. Use my tongue to make yourself cum."

Lisa gazed down at the beautiful mess below her, and she felt a tingle running down her lower abdomen. J looked so perfect with her messy hair sprawled on the pillows, mouth hidden under her, sucking with gusto. Her eyes command her even as she's smothered between her legs.

Her eyes shut tight, trying to retain that image between her eyelids.

"Don't close your eyes. Look at me," J gasped in between licks. "Look at me as you ride my tongue."

Lisa bit on her lip hard, before she ground harder, the tongue harsh on her clit. J moaned with her, trying hard not to lose eye contact. Her fingernails dig deep on Lisa's ass as she pulled harder, practically choking her.

Lisa's hips jerked, chasing after the rubbing sensation on her clit. The edge of J's tongue hit perfectly on her slit that it propelled her, the lingering feeling now snowballing into a peak as she spasmed unapologetically hard on the girl's mouth.

The blonde rested her head on the headboard, chasing on her breath. She tried to lift her legs but J refused, still latching on to her as her tongue cleaned her diligently, thoroughly. Only when she's satisfied did J let go of her grip.

Lisa panted, looking down at the satiated girl beneath her.

"I think I need a drink."

J slapped her ass softly. When she moved away to lie back on the bed, the brunette rubbed her mouth on the duvet. "I have wine in the chiller if you want some."

"I was thinking water, but sure."

J opened the lights and walked towards the hotel room's chiller, a mild saunter in her walk. Lisa couldn't resist the pull to watch J's backside as they swayed in front of her. She pulled two wine glasses from a cabinet and filled them with red wine.

She sat back on the bed in front of Lisa as she gave her the glass.

Lisa studied the windows. It seemed dark outside.

"What time is it?" Lisa looked around, trying to find a clock nearby.

J's eyes automatically glanced at the bedside table. "It's close to seven."

"Holy shit, we've been at it for three hours?"

J shrugged as they both took a sip of the wine. "What, are most of your fucks just under 10 minutes?"

Lisa laughed. "You're so crass. I just meant I'm surprised we took 3 hours."

J shrugged again as she placed her glass on a nearby table. She then stretched herself on top of the bed, confident in her nakedness.

Something about the brunette in nothing but just the garter belts and stockings turned Lisa on again, and she chided herself, almost surprised at how she's so horny tonight.

"Well, getting you into bed was a long process," J found Lisa's roaming eyes on her body and she shifted on the bed, almost like she's showing herself off more. "You're so stubborn."

Lisa licked her lips, trying to control herself. "Why are you checked in, anyway?"

"Meetings," J shrugged. "So many meetings around here it's easier if I'm checked in. I had a long night last night."

Lisa hummed knowingly.

"What?" J was quick to hear the tone.

"No, I just...now it made sense why you weren't near your window the past two days."

The brunette's lip pulled up. "Have you been waiting for me?"

Lisa snorted as if finding the thought incredulous. She pulled herself from the bed and walked towards the window, however, trying to hide the red on her cheeks.

The view outside the wide windows was similar and practically nothing new: the overview of a slightly bustling Gangnam at 7pm. The windows were slightly tinted and she could see herself on the glass against the black of the sky.

She quietly sipped her wine, conceding that it's not helping the itch of her throat but it's a welcome distraction. She could see the girl on the bed from the reflection staring at her.

She took another sip of the wine. She tried not to indulge.

Of course, it doesn't mean anything. Don't be ridiculous.

Another sip. Deliberately removing the taste of the girl in her mouth.

As if sensing her turmoil, J sauntered over, stopping behind her. She removed the glass in her hand.

"Your thoughts are too loud," J teased, the wisps of her breath tickling her bare back.

"Care to remove them?" Lisa's voice was still raspy.

"Depends."

"On what?" Lisa's eyes follow J's lips, really really wanting to taste them.

J's hands rested on Lisa's hips, her thumbs stroking her skin.

"If your answer to my question is yes."

Lisa licked her lips. "What's your question?"

J tiptoed to reach Lisa's ears and whispered: "Do you want me rough?"

--

The hair on Lisa's skin stood as the whisper made its desired effect. J pushed her towards the windows and Lisa's hands pressed on them, steadying herself. Her ass effectively pushed back to J as she ran her fingers behind her, feeling her exposed pussy. Her fingers pulled at the pooling wetness from her previous orgasm, preparing her fingers as she wet them.

"Hands on the windows," J ordered. She yanked Lisa's hair and her chest arched in return. "Answer the question."

"Yes!" Lisa rasped again, and it was replaced by a scream as J pushed three fingers inside her wetness. Despite her soreness she welcomed it, feeling how deep her fingers are from their angle.

J allowed her to get used to the fingers inside her, never letting go of her hair. She then started to thrust, deep at first, before she picked up a rhythm and her fingers drilled faster, deeper.

"FUCK, fuck fuck you're so deep," Lisa gasped, thriving at this roughness. J pulled her hair again.

"Scream my name," J commanded. "You like it when people watch? Then scream my name."

Lisa doesn't immediately register her words, so she just moaned out loud. J yanked her hair again.

"Who's fucking you so good?" J's voice was loud in her ear. "Say my name!"

"J!" Lisa screamed. "Oh my god, J, you're fucking me so good. Please don't fucking stop. Don't fucking--don't---OH GOD J FUCK--"

J twisted her fingers inside Lisa, making sure to hit around her sensitive walls before she fucked her hard again, knuckles deep and making her folds sore. Lisa's hair was yanked again before she met J's stare from the windows.

"Look at us," J kept plunging her fingers, deep inside her pussy. Despite cumming earlier she's so close again, so deliberately trying to combust. "Look at how I'm fucking you so good. Look at us and remember who fucks you this deep."

And she did: she committed to memory how they looked, how J took her from behind roughly, how she's bent to submit, how she looked in pleasure with J giving it to her hard. How J looked perfect behind her. How her breasts bounced as her arms thrust hard. How Lisa's skin was red from desire. How she looked thoroughly fucked. How J looked like she could thoroughly fuck her more.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Fuck, she remembered how she looked earlier licking her pussy under her and she shivered, remembering all of these all at once and making her wetter.

"God, J, I think you've already ruined the others for me. What more do you want?" Lisa's gasping hard, now, honesty the least of her concerns.

J thrust hard. Lisa could feel her wetness increase and she tips, almost very closely.

"My name sounds so good in your mouth." The brunette's breath was heavy behind her and she has let go of Lisa's hair now, grabbing the blonde's body to pull her close. Lisa was heady with the thrusts J kept giving.

"Faster, please, J, oh god--J, I'm coming, I'm coming--"

Lisa moaned out loud for the nth time that night, except this time it distinctly sounded like her calling her neighbour's name repeatedly as she was brought to her third orgasm.

--

They've skipped dinner. It's 9:30pm and she's exhausted. They've managed to do another round somewhere in between but she'd be lying if she said she didn't want more.

The brunette was fast asleep, soft snores filling the room. Lisa tiptoed over to the couch with her phone in hand, going through any messages she missed tonight.

7:30pm

Jisoo Kim:

Lis, sorry for the late message, but your meeting tomorrow morning is cancelled. Clients are in the country so my manager and I need to attend to them. Rescheduled to Wednesday 9am.

7:50pm

Rosé Park:

Your client meeting tomorrow is cancelled. Jisoo sent me a message. You wanna grab a drink?

She closed her phone and pressed on her temples, trying to get rid of a lingering headache.

She gazed back at the bed, trying to suppress a want to snuggle behind the girl's warm back.

Lisa bit on her lip. She's unsure exactly what to feel. A part of her knew it's probably because sexual compatibility comes few and far in between that it's just so hard to not imagine a connection in her head. She knew she's still the same Lisa: she wants nothing more from this apart from the good fuck she received.

She slowly walked towards the bed and kneeled, watching the girl's chest rise and fall steadily. She tried to memorise the girl's eyebrows, the small mole just near her eyes. She tried to remember the way the brunette smirked and she wondered how an innocent looking sleeping J looked anything remotely like the domineering neighbour she remembered.

She gazed at her lips, and for a moment, she wanted to steal a kiss.

While she's asleep and while she won't witness Lisa's moments of weakness.

She sighed. She walked away from the bed before she started picking up her clothes.

9:08pm

To Jisoo Kim:

Thanks for the heads up and noted on the time change. Good luck with your clients, buddy

9:10pm

To Rosé Park:

If you're still free I'll meet you at our bar in 30 minutes. I just need to change my shirt.

A/N

If anything, at least you can write in my epitaph that I wrote 3 chapters long worth of smut for tension and sex that supposedly happened within the span of...7 hours? 11,500+ words just to describe them, holy shit

If you're wondering why it's so long, it's because I don't believe in the whole wham bam thank you ma'am kind of sex. If you need to feel how excruciatingly long their foreplay/sexy time is, then you'd have to read through that shit. I'm not the only one who's gonna suffer, lol

Lovely writing for you again, folks. Will try to focus on TATGILB next time, I'm too smut filled recently. I need better emotional outlets. lol

(or bribe me for Chapter 12, idk. Sometimes that works)