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Siyeon sighed as she swiped her key card across the control on the door with her free hand. In the other, she held two bags of greasy American food that would be just perfect after the day they’d had. Her eyes were heavy as she jostled the door open. Jet lag was still a bitch, even after a few weeks.
She and Minji had run out together to find dinner for the seven of them. Siyeon had just dropped food off for Yoohyeon and Dongie, who were rooming together this time around.
They’d been on the road for a while now, with just a few more stops to make on their tour through the United States once again.
Siyeon finally got the door fully open, her tired body not fully cooperating with her. It was quiet inside. Hotel rooms had stopped feeling strange to her long ago, but quiet wasn’t something she was entirely used to. The rustle of the bags was the only sound she could hear as she put them down on the counter, looking around for her roommate for the tour.
“Baby? I brought food! It’s your favorite!”
There was no answer.
Gahyeon hadn’t said she was leaving, had she? Most of the lights were off in the room. The only sliver of any color came from the bathroom, where a harsh, bright white glow emanated from under the crack in the door.
“Princess?”
Still nothing.
Slowly, Siyeon made her way over. Usually, even if Gahyeon was tired, she would offer some sort of greeting on her arrival. Even the floor was silent as she padded her way over, her feet making no sound against the cold tile.
“Gahyeon?” She called gently as she approached the door, not wanting to startle the younger woman if she was busy doing something.
The bathroom door was open just a crack, and light streamed out onto the wall opposite.
“Are you in there, baby?” Siyeon sounded slightly anxious to her own ears. It wasn’t like Gahyeon to not answer this way.
A low hum was the only reply she received, but it helped ease the constriction around her chest just a bit. Worry had flooded her mind. Her usually happy girl didn’t sound all too happy as she answered with the bare minimum of auditory response.
Siyeon pushed the door open gently, revealing her girlfriend standing at the sink, staring at herself, a dark look in her eyes, and a frown on her face.
“Are you-” Siyeon started, only to be interrupted.
“Am I ugly?”
Gahyeon didn’t turn to look at her as she spoke, her eyes staying directly on her own face, her lips moving just the bare minimum as she spoke, her voice a low whisper.
Siyeon balked, feeling as though she had been punched in the gut by the question. Her baby? Ugly?
None of her thoughts made their way out of her mouth as she stood, gaping widely at the younger woman.
“I am.” Gahyeon said matter of factly, a deep resignation to her tone.
“Gahyeon, no. No, baby, you’re not ugly. What- who?” Siyeon panicked as she spoke, her limbs finally cooperating as she quickly moved the two steps to close the distance between her and her girlfriend.
Siyeon wanted to hold her close. But Gahyeon’s knuckles turned white against the counter as she gripped it when Siyeon approached. She went stiff, her body rigid as she continued to look at herself in the mirror, her dark eyes flitting across her face as if searching for any minor imperfection she could find.
“Who told you that?” Siyeon whispered, her disbelief evident in her voice.
Gahyeon removed one hand from the counter to gesture to the beds that sat in the center of the room. Siyeon looked over, seeing Gahyeon’s phone laying on the white covers.
Hastily, Siyeon made her way over, rage starting to burn in her stomach as she walked. Who had dared say something to make her girlfriend this distraught? She could feel the tension in her own brow as she reached the bed and picked up Gahyeon’s phone, putting the password in. She opened it up to see screenshots of comments.
The older woman looked up towards the bathroom again. Gahyeon hadn’t moved. She looked back to the phone. Every screenshot showed words, nasty, harmful words that made Siyeon’s heart ache.
They were on Gahyeon’s latest instagram post, the one she had made the day before, after their last concert. Siyeon never went through her own comments. People could be ruthless. It looked like Gahyeon had scrolled through them for the entire time that Siyeon was gone. That was over an hour where the younger woman had just been desolately staring at the negative things people had to say about her.
Siyeon quickly deleted all of the images, scowling as she read through them one last time. Her baby was not ugly in any way, inside or out. What right did these people have, talking to her, about her like she wasn’t even truly human? Her girlfriend had feelings, clearly.
Gahyeon had dropped her head, staring at the counter as Siyeon put Gahyeon’s phone in the bag that held all her luggage, hiding it for now. None of that needed to be brought back for some time. Siyeon walked back to the bathroom, reeling all the bubbling feelings she had back into herself.
There were small splashes of liquid on the counter, and Siyeon could feel tears rising to her own eyes as her chest tightened.
How dare they?
They made her perfect Gahyeon cry.
Siyeon pushed the bathroom door all the way open, and without hesitating another second, wrapped her arms tightly around her girlfriend. So many emotions were running through her, but she knew that anything she felt must have paled in comparison to Gahyeon. Siyeon held Gahyeon to her front, the younger woman’s back meeting her chest.
Gahyeon quietly sobbed into the sink, her hands refusing to leave their death grip on the countertop.
“Why?” Her voice was soft, broken.
“If I had to guess, jealousy.” Siyeon matched her tone, but her voice was strong, like a rock to Gahyeon’s fragile feather.
“I’m working so hard.” Gahyeon sobbed, and she bit her lip, trying to keep the sadness inside.
“They don’t know anything. They’re wrong. Every single comment you took a picture of is wrong.”
“But-”
“No.” Siyeon said with finality. “There’s no but’s. They’re wrong.”
Siyeon gripped Gahyeon tighter, pulling her completely flush with herself. “You’re perfect.”
Gahyeon sighed out another soft sob as she turned around in Siyeon’s arms, hooking her own around the older woman’s neck.
“My perfect, gorgeous, precious Gahyeon.”
Gahyeon’s fingers dug harshly into Siyeon’s skin, but she didn’t care. She just held the girl, rocking her gently back and forth as she stood there. She moved a hand into Gahyeon’s hair, stroking the soft strands gently. Internally, Siyeon was still cursing the people who had the audacity to say those things to her girlfriend, but she stayed silent as she held Gahyeon, knowing that the poor girl didn’t need any more negativity in her life.
“You don’t think I’m overweight?” Gahyeon broke the silence, her voice slightly muffled by her face being tucked into the crook of Siyeon’s neck.
Carefully, Siyeon took the arm that wasn’t on Gahyeon’s head and moved it to her thighs, urging Gahyeon up and into her arms. Siyeon didn’t make a noise as she lifted the younger girl. To her, Gahyeon barely weighed a pound.
Gahyeon wrapped her ankles around Siyeon’s back.
“Why would I think that? It’s not even remotely true.” Siyeon took her hand off of Gahyeon’s head to briefly turn the light of the bathroom off, plunging them into relative darkness. Now, the moon lit her way, glowing from the window as she walked them over to the bed they were going to share. Food could wait.
She brought one knee up onto the bed, bending over as she did so, laying Gahyeon gently down, her dark black hair fanning across the pillow.
“I think you’re perfect, exactly how you are.”
Gahyeon just looked away, staring at the spot where her phone was before.
“Where did you-”
“Away.” Siyeon interrupted. “It’s going away for now.”
“Away.” Gahyeon repeated.
Siyeon hummed as she leaned up and flipped the lightswitch next to the bed. It wasn’t a harsh light, like the bathroom was, but a soft glow that illuminated both of their faces. Siyeon moved herself so that she was straddling Gahyeon, leaning slightly up on her elbows so she could keep a bit of distance between them. She looked down, a small smile breaking out across her face as her short, blonde hair curtained her face.
“Beautiful.” She whispered. Her eyes scanned Gahyeon’s features before returning to her dark brown eyes.
Gahyeon met her eyes for a second before she looked away, a frown still etched into her features.
Siyeon wasn’t going to have any of that. Her Gahyeon would not go another second thinking she was ugly if she could help it. The older woman took her hand and cupped Gahyeon’s chin, tilting it towards her, guiding her to look into Siyeon’s eyes.
“You don’t believe me?”
The anger was fading, little by little, as Siyeon looked at her girlfriend. The people who’d done this were evil, but right now, Ghayeon was her main focus. The bastards could wait. She just had to make sure Gahyeon would understand.
“I don’t know. Sometimes, I think so. Other times…” Gahyeon trailed off, blinking slowly as she looked at Siyeon, a small pout on her lips.
Siyeon gazed down, the same small smile gracing her features. “Do I have to prove it to you?”
Gahyeon’s eyebrows pinched inwards as she thought. “How would you do that?”
“Well,” Siyeon started, brushing a lock of hair from Gahyeon’s forehead. “I could start here.”
She pressed a gentle kiss to the younger girl’s forehead, lingering as she allowed the heat of Gahyeon’s skin to seep into her lips.
Siyeon could feel Gahyeon take in a breath beneath her. “Do you believe me yet?”
“I don’t know how to.” Gahyeon sounded defeated, still.
Again, Siyeon leaned down, this time pressing a kiss to each of Gahyeon’s temples.
“I’ll show you. Every place I kiss you, is a place I think is beautiful.”
Gahyeon held eye contact with Siyeon for slightly longer before her eyes flicked downwards again. “You mean it?”
“With my whole being.” Siyeon said as seriously and softly as she could, before laying a series of kisses down Gahyeon’s nose and across her cheeks. Short, sweet pecks.
A low blush began to cover Gahyeon’s features as she lay there, her hands coming up to Siyeon’s sides, feeling the muscles that resided in her abdomen.
“I’ll try.” She whispered, her voice shaking slightly.
Siyeon just hummed again, and stared at Gahyeon with those piercing eyes. “That’s all I ask.”
With that, Siyeon kissed down the tear tracks that had faded against Gahyeon’s face. Siyeon could feel the fingers in her shirt tightening as she went. Gahyeon’s eyes closed as she felt every last press of lips against her skin.
Her jaw was next, followed by both of her ears. Siyeon was so gentle with every touch, every caress of her lips. She didn’t use her teeth, not even her tongue.
Every so often, the older woman would murmur words of encouragement or praise, and Gahyeon would shift under her, her eyebrows losing the tension that forced them closer together.
Siyeon brushed a thumb over Gahyeon’s lips, and her eyes fluttered open. Siyeon stared at Gahyeon for a second before she leaned in, her head tilted to the side, hand cupping her girlfriend’s cheek.
“Stunning.” Siyeon whispered before leaning in, silencing any protests Gahyeon may have made with a firm, yet gentle kiss. Gahyeon kissed her back, and Siyeon stayed there, tasting her girlfriend, the remnants of her lipstick, the air that filtered from between her lips.
Gahyeon was slightly breathless as Siyeon pulled back, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to relax.
“They lied to you, precious girl.”
The younger woman hummed in question. Siyeon moved to kneel up, taking her hands and gripping Gahyeon’s shirt.
“Don’t believe a word those people say, hm?”
Gahyeon nodded.
Siyeon began to pull Gahyeon’s shirt up and over her head. The younger woman looked confused, but sat up slightly to help Siyeon, who carelessly tossed it to the side, onto the other bed, once it was off Gahyeon’s frame.
Gahyeon tried to lean back, but was stopped by a large hand splayed against her, pushing her upright.
Siyeon knelt over her, staring at her with the eyes Gahyeon had come to swiftly adore.
“I’m not even close to done.” Siyeon whispered, and took her free hand, unclipping Gahyeon’s bra.
The younger woman shivered, but didn’t resist as Siyeon pulled the fabric from her shoulders and down her arms.
Then, pushing lightly at her shoulders, Siyeon urged Gahyeon to lay down again, before settling herself into her former position, legs tightly squeezing Gahyeon’s full hips.
Without even the slightest amount of hesitation, Siyeon began to kiss her way down the column of Gahyeon’s neck, making it up to behind her ears, down to her collarbones, and reaching every space in between.
“My gorgeous girl.” The older woman whispered as she moved downwards, laying kisses across Gahyeon’s shoulders, down her arms to her elbows, to her forearms, and finally to her cute little hands.
When Siyeon began to lift Gahyeon’s arm, it was only then that she resisted as she saw where Siyeon was heading.
“Sing-”
Siyeon briefly stopped what she was doing to lean up and kiss Gahyeon’s lips again, interrupting her.
“Anything I think is beautiful, I will kiss. Isn’t that what I said?” She crooned. “Unless you’re not comfortable?”
Gahyeon looked across Siyeon’s features, searching for any sign of deception. “You really mean it?”
Siyeon answered with a smile and a small nod. “Beautiful.”
She leaned back down to Gahyeon’s arm, kissing up the length of the inside of it before reaching her underarm. She didn’t pause as she continued to lay gentle kisses there, before switching and doing the same thing to the other side.
“There’s no timeline that exists, no world where I don’t see how gorgeous you are, baby.”
Siyeon couldn’t see Gahyeon’s face as she began to shimmy her way down towards the end of the bed, making it easier for her to reach more of Gahyeon’s body. She took a deep, reverent breath before kissing the tops of Gahyeon’s breasts, continuing down her sternum, across her ribs and up her sides.
Gahyeon shivered beneath her, and her hands moved up into the pillow beneath her head, squeezing the underside of it as she was kissed. Siyeon looked up at her, meeting her eyes as she took her time making slow, small rounds around the younger woman’s breasts.
It was slow, sensual. Siyeon had never been shy when it came to showing how much she loved Gahyeon’s chest. The full mounds were something she could pay endless attention to, all day if she was allowed. Gahyeon was sensitive there.
Siyeon noticed how heavy Gahyeon’s breathing got as her circles made their way closer to her nipples. The soft skin of her breasts felt so good against Siyeon’s lips, and she tarried just before she reached the peaks. She took her hands and slowly reached for Gahyeon’s sides, gripping tightly as she laid her mouth over one nipple, and then the other.
Gahyeon gasped and arched her back at each kiss, relaxing only after a few seconds, her eyes now screwed shut.
“Gorgeous.” Siyeon breathed out, her voice barely audible as she looked at the way Gahyeon reacted to her touch. She let herself look for just a minute, until Gahyeon’s eyes opened again, her pupils wider.
Siyeon held eye contact with Gahyeon as she moved just slightly up, pressing her lips to right above Gahyeon’s heartbeat. She could feel the rapid thumps beneath her mouth, and sighed.
“Siyeon?” Gahyeon whispered.
“I’m here, princess.” She whispered back.
A shaky hand came down, searching for Siyeon’s own. Immediately, Siyeon intertwined their fingers as she moved back down to continue her journey mapping out Gahyeon’s body. Every last inch of skin was hers to kiss, to care for in that moment.
She moved on, picking up just beneath Gahyeon’s breasts, kissing the crease just under them where they met the rest of her abdomen. Gahyeon squeezed her hand as she made her way down in curvy lines, matching the way Gahyeon’s body was shaped.
Siyeon made sure to pay extra attention to Gahyeon’s tummy, where she knew most of the woman’s insecurities lay. In her eyes, it was just that much more to love. There was no need for dieting, or more exercise. Her Gahyeon was perfect.
She kissed every exposed inch she could find, every valley, around the woman’s belly button, across everything she could reach. No place went unloved, untouched. She didn’t stop there until she was satisfied, until she could feel the tension in Gahyeon begin to recede.
Then Siyeon reached her waistband, and looked up at Gahyeon to see where she was in her head. There was no hesitation, no clouding of her gaze, just a sad edge, and Siyeon knew it was time to keep going. Gahyeon was going to feel her love, no matter what.
Siyeon held eye contact as she deftly used one hand to pull Gahyeon’s pants down, over her hips, past her thighs. Gahyeon helped her by lifting her hips just slightly off the mattress. Siyeon had to kneel up, but refused to relinquish her grip on Gahyeon’s hand as she took the younger woman’s pants off. Siyeon stared at the new expanse of skin that was laid out before her. The soft, rounded thighs, the muscled calves, the bony ankles.
Her mouth went slightly dry. She would never not be in awe of just how beautiful her girlfriend was. Siyeon licked her lips, trying to wake herself from the stupor Gahyeon’s creamy skin had sent her into.
Now in just her panties, Gahyeon was a true sight to behold. Siyeon squeezed the hand that she held, and reached downward one more time, finding the edge of Gahyeon’s underwear.
“My perfect girl.” She intoned with another reverent whisper. “May I?”
Gahyeon’s big, dark eyes, with her pupils blown wide, shone with a slew of emotions that Siyeon couldn’t quite pick apart. She saw hints of doubt, of fear, of love, of trust. But they all came together to make a confusingly mixed picture. So she waited as Gahyeon stared her down, patient as she looked for an answer.
“Yes.” Gahyeon breathed out, her voice stronger than it had been before.
Siyeon took a breath before she looked down. Slowly, gently, she took Gahyeon’s panties, hooking her thumb around the waistband at the front, and pulled them down as Gahyeon lifted her hips once again. Neatly trimmed hair greeted her, brushing against her skin as she moved Gahyeon’s underwear out of the way, down her legs, and onto the bed on the other side of the room.
She would always consider herself so lucky to be able to loom upon Gahyeon’s whole self. Just a few years back, she wouldn’t have dared get this close, but over time, they became inseparable. Siyeon loved her girlfriend, loved all six of them. But right now, Gahyeon was her whole world.
“So pretty.”
Again, Siyeon bent down, sliding her way further down Gahyeon’s body so that her lips could comfortably reach the younger woman’s hips. And they did so, eagerly, as Siyeon thoroughly loved them.
Her lips were softer still as she moved to the center of her body, where Gahyeon was the most ticklish. She still jerked every once in a while as Siyeon laid gentle kisses to the area just above where her thighs met.
Next, came the very tops of Gahyeon’s thighs, where Siyeon kissed every stretch mark, every supposed blemish in the skin. Siyeon resorted to relinquishing the stance she was holding, choosing instead to just straddle one leg at a time as she gently pushed Gahyeon’s legs open, kissing the inside of her girlfriend’s thighs.
Gahyeon sighed through it all, small noises, now ones of content instead of distress, leaving her own mouth. Siyeon was silent as she diligently continued her work. She loved this job.
When Siyeon reached her knees, Gahyeon squeezed her hand. The older woman looked up, and saw a calm in Gahyeon’s eyes that hadn’t been there before. The calm was starting to overtake the doubt and the sadness that had resided in those dark irises.
“I’m okay.” The younger woman said softly.
Siyeon cocked her head to the side. “But do you believe me?”
“I-” Gahyeon stopped. The slight hesitation was all Siyeon needed as she ducked her head again, pausing just before her lips touched Gahyeon’s shin.
“You’re beautiful. I’ll show you.”
Gahyeon didn’t interrupt again, leaning back against the pillow as Siyeon continued her work, kissing down each of Gahyeon’s shins, lifting her legs to reach her calves and the back of her thighs.
Siyeon let her mind completely focus on what her task was. Gahyeon needed to feel loved. She needed to feel beautiful.
Her ankles, bony, and as strange as it may have sounded, adorable, were up next. Siyeon could feel the slight tense in Gahyeon’s muscles as she bent down, moving back as far as she could on the bed in order to most comfortably reach her lover’s skin. Her arm was stretched all the way up above her head now, reaching as much as she could to keep her grip on Gahyeon’s hand. The younger woman wasn’t letting go, either.
“Wait.” Siyeon heard as she moved to kiss the top of Gahyeon’s foot. “Sing, you don’t have to do that. I’m okay, really.”
“I told you I’d kiss every part of you that I think is beautiful, princess.” Siyeon tilted her head to the side as she looked up, a small lopsided grin on her face. “We’ve been over this.”
“You can’t possibly think that my feet are beautiful.” Gahyeon sounded skeptical, sitting up as she pouted at Siyeon.
Siyeon narrowed her eyes. “Why not? They’re part of you, aren’t they?”
“But they’re-”
“Do you want me to stop?” Siyeon interrupted softly. She didn’t want to go too far.
“You really think I’m beautiful?” Gahyeon whispered, awe in her voice.
“I told you, princess. I think you’re stunning. I think you’re my perfect girl.”
“Perfect.” The younger woman repeated, her lips barely moving.
Siyeon hummed. “May I?”
Gahyeon nodded, a small frown still on her face, as if she still wasn’t able to fully wrap her head around anything Siyeon was saying.
Siyeon took her girlfriend’s foot in her free hand and lifted it to her mouth, slowly, carefully, and kissed down the length of it to her pinky toe. Then she did that again, for every other digit. Siyeon didn’t make a show of it, she didn’t exaggerate her movements, she simply continued to do as she had been doing for the last while. Her kisses were soft, with no tongue, no teeth as she moved to Gahyeon’s other foot, repeating her earlier motions.
“Oh.” Gahyeon’s voice was quiet.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Oh. Sing, I- you-”
Siyeon moved up Gahyeon’s body, taking the younger girl’s face in her hands, finally relinquishing her grip on Gahyeon’s own. “I love you. That’s why.”
And Gahyeon sobbed, biting her lip to control her crying. No actual tears fell, but the emotions were strong.
“I love you.” Her voice was small and cracking, but Siyeon held the words closer to her heart for it.
“Let me show you?” Siyeon breathed against Gahyeon’s lips tentatively.
Gahyeon smiled. “You want to kiss me again?”
“There’s still one place I haven’t gotten to, you know.”
An intake of breath followed her words, and Gahyeon nodded subtly. “You want to?”
“Only if you want me to, princess.”
“Well, I feel beautiful everywhere else now.”
Siyeon beamed, her smile bright in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. “Good.”
She pressed a slightly firmer kiss to Gahyeon’s lips, drawing a hum from the younger woman’s throat. Siyeon moved back down the way she had come, leaving a trail of kisses as she went. She didn’t care how chapped her lips might get from this, it was all worth it. One of her favorite things to do was kiss.
The older woman paused at Gahyeon’s breasts and looked up.
“I think it’s beautiful how sensitive these are.”
If Gahyeon was going to respond, it was lost in a hiss as Siyeon took the opportunity to suck a nipple into her mouth, gently pulling at it with her teeth, the bud hardening under her ministrations. As much as she loved kissing Gahyeon’s chest, there were some things that were way more satisfying to do with her mouth.
Siyeon took her time, taking turns between nipples, sucking and licking at them with fervor, rolling them with her tongue. She closed her eyes, her hands coming to rest once again at Gahyeon’s hips, the younger woman’s hands in her hair.
With each motion, Gahyeon let out a soft whimper, her legs straining, her fingers beginning to grip tightly against Siyeon’s scalp. She was panting, and Siyeon knew she could coax Gahyeon to finish just like this if she wanted to. But she still had someplace to be.
Reluctantly, and with a small pop, Siyeon released Gahyeon’s nipple from her mouth, resting her chin briefly over the straining bud as she looked up at Gahyeon with adoring eyes.
“Beautiful.” She intoned, her voice deep, spit covering her lips.
Gahyeon trembled above her, and tugged at her hair, pulling her downwards. Siyeon couldn’t help but chuckle as she complied, knowing how playing with the younger woman's chest affected her.
Again, Siyeon kissed a line down Gahyeon’s tummy, savoring the taste of her now slightly salty skin.
“Siyeon.”
She looked up.
Gahyeon was looking back at her, a plea in her eyes. “Clothes.”
The hands in her hair released their hold, and Siyeon sat up, her fingers dragging over Gahyeon’s bare skin as she let go. She nodded, and lifted her shirt over her head, shaking her hair back into place, the blonde strands falling just over her shoulders. Gahyeon watched her, but Siyeon didn’t take her time. Her goal was pleasing Gahyeon, not teasing her.
Her bra came off unceremoniously, and Gahyeon reached up.
After years, Siyeon knew what that meant. While Gahyeon was more sensitive in that department, she herself could be reduced to a puddle with attention lavished to her breasts. She crawled up, kneeling just above Gahyeon’s stomach, allowing the younger woman to cup her chest gently in her hands from where she lay on the bed.
Siyeon shivered, her hands shaking now as she reached towards her pants, unbuttoning them and slowly removing them, so as not to disturb Gahyeon’s attention.
Gahyeon’s palms were warm against her chest, her grip loose as she kneaded Siyeon’s breasts. Siyeon groaned, and began to reach for her own underwear, where she could feel a sticky, uncomfortable feeling growing. Gahyeon was smiling now, her full lips curled upwards as she dragged her hands down, her fingertips brushing over sensitive nipples.
Siyeon jerked, her head tilting back as she pulled her panties off, revealing a slightly unkempt patch of hair, straight and dark. Gahyeon took a breath in as her hands wandered down.
“Wait. You first.” Siyeon mumbled, her voice strained, grabbing Gahyeon’s wrists. “I want to make you feel beautiful.”
Gahyeon tilted her head and met Siyeon’s eyes. “Okay.” She murmured. “You’re beautiful, too, you know.”
Siyeon smiled and swiftly leaned down to place a kiss against Gahyeon’s lips. “Thank you, princess.”
“Handsome, even.”
At that, Siyeon blushed, and hid her embarrassment by snaking her way back down Gahyeon’s body, yet again. She’d never get tired of it, ever. Gahyeon was too gorgeous for that.
Finally, she reached the place she had yet to pay attention to. Short, dark hair tickled her nose as she laid a kiss just above the younger woman’s clit. Gahyeon sighed, one of her hands making its way down to Siyeon’s head again. Siyeon didn’t mind, in fact, she enjoyed the weight there. Gahyeon’s hand was warm as her nails began to scratch at Siyeon’s scalp, asking her to continue.
Siyeon took her time again, kissing every inch of skin, lifting Gahyeon’s legs over her shoulder, one at a time, to reach any place she had yet to kiss. The crease of her ass meeting her thigh, all across her pelvis, and a dusting across her girlfriend’s mound.
“Please.” Gahyeon groaned out, her grip tightening in Siyeon’s hair, tugging her up, into her folds.
And what was Siyeon to do but kiss the last two places left? First, a gentle one as she nosed between slick folds, the scent of Gahyeon’s arousal now directly in her face. She pressed her lips to Gahyeon’s clit, drawing a jolt and a moan from her. Siyeon closed her eyes as she wandered downwards, slick now coating her chin as she dragged it against Gahyeon’s opening.
She knew Gahyeon’s body by heart now, just as she knew every one of her girlfriends’. Siyeon tucked her arms beneath Gahyeon’s legs, still draped over her shoulders, holding her sides. She placed a kiss directly to Gahyeon’s center, tugging her closer to her mouth than she was before.
Gahyeon coated her lips, now. She was wet, and her thighs strained across Siyeon’s shoulders. The younger woman dug her heels into Siyeon’s back, a dull pain spreading there that Siyeon paid no attention to. She pulled back just a touch to lick at her lips, tasting Gahyeon on her tongue, and she moaned. Heaven. That’s what she tasted like.
Siyeon ducked back down, tongue licking up the slit of Gahyeon’s cunt, tasting her with great fervor. Gahyeon’s thighs tightened around her head, and the younger woman was panting above her, her fingers pulling at Siyeon’s hair.
“Fuck, Singnie.”
Siyeon just smiled slightly and dove deeper, her nose rubbing against Gahyeon’s clit as she licked at her opening. She pushed her tongue gently in, testing the waters, feeling Gahyeon’s muscles begin to clamp down around her. Siyeon buried her face deeper, her air flow restricted, but she didn’t care. Every short breath she took was full of Gahyeon.
Sound was muffled as Gahyeon tightened her thighs further, cushioning Siyeon’s head between them, blocking her ears. Siyeon opened her eyes, glancing up to see her gorgeous girlfriend panting and wild eyed, her free hand digging into the sheets, her mouth open as she cried out. Siyeon could barely hear her, but she leaned up, knowing what would make those cries loud enough so she could.
She took her mouth away from the wet warmth of Gahyeon’s cunt, choosing instead to wrap her plush lips around Gahyeon’s clit, sucking on it, and Gahyeon grinded her hips up against Siyeon’s face. She didn’t try to stop it, just rubbed a thumb soothingly against the younger woman’s side as she lavished the hardened bundle of nerves with her attention. Gahyeon was so soft, so easy to love.
The older woman buried her nose in Gahyeon’s dark patch of hair, getting herself as close as she could into her lover’s skin. She could feel Gahyeon’s pulse through her clit, and licked with every beat of her heart. Gahyeon writhed above her, her heels digging harder into Siyeon’s back, her fingers beginning to tug desperately at her hair.
Siyeon moved back down, choosing to lick long stripes up Gahyeon’s cunt, catching her clit at the end of each stroke. It was a little hard to move around the death grip Gahyeon’s thighs had around her head, but it was worth it. She pushed her tongue fully into Gahyeon, finally delving deeper into the tight muscles that squeezed down as she gently thrusted in and out. It took a lot of work, keeping herself coordinated enough to thrust at the same time as she nosed Gahyeon’s clit, juices drenching her face.
Her own core was pounding, howling as she tasted her lover, desperate for her own release. Siyeon began to grind down against the sheets, her body making short, almost involuntary motions as she focused most of her attention on making Gahyeon cum.
She could feel Gahyeon pulse around her, each slight tightening of the fingers on her head letting her know just how close the younger woman was getting. Gahyeon was rutting up into her mouth desperately, searching for release, and as Siyeon opened her eyes once more, she could see a singular word playing out across Gahyeon’s lips as she looked down at Siyeon.
“Please.” Gahyeon chanted over and over again, muted to Siyeon’s covered ears.
And Siyeon listened. She licked one last, long stripe up the length of Gahyeon’s cunt, reaching her clit, where she stayed, a final hard suck, just the way Gahyeon liked it, to finish her off.
Siyeon could feel her tumble over the edge, the way her abs tensed beneath Siyeon’s hands, the way her legs went rigid, the way her head was thrown back. She was beautiful like this. Just as beautiful as she was any other time. Gahyeon was silent as she came, trickles of her cum falling down Siyeon’s chin and onto her neck. Siyeon licked her through every aftershock that wracked her body, the small trembles getting shorter, less violent as Gahyeon’s breathing began to even out. Finally, it seemed she was done.
Siyeon panted into Gahyeon, pulling back as far as she could, not wanting to overstimulate her girlfriend. Gahyeon’s legs slowly relinquished their hold on Siyeon’s head, and she dropped it to the side, resting it instead against just one of her thighs. The hand in her hair loosened, and Siyeon unwrapped her arms from under Gahyeon’s legs, allowing them to lay flat against the bed again.
Gahyeon began searching for Siyeon’s hand, fully removing it from her head and reaching down. The older woman gladly complied, taking it gently between her own fingers, resting them just above her head, on Gahyeon’s tummy.
“Stunning.” Siyeon said, a large grin on her face. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Stop that.” Gahyeon muttered, picking her head up to look down at Siyeon.
“Do you believe me?”
Gahyeon bit her lip and nodded. “I think I do.”
“Good.”
Siyeon picked her head up and slowly climbed her way up Gahyeon’s body, still acutely aware of the way her own cunt was throbbing.
“You’re a mess.” Gahyeon whispered with a giggle as Siyeon reached her face.
“So worth it.” Siyeon said before she leaned down and kissed Gahyeon again. “And you taste like heaven, so it’s not like I’m eager to clean up.”
Gahyeon pouted as she licked her own lips. “If you say so, weirdo.” Her hand came up to slap at Siyeon’s shoulder, but it barely felt like a tap. The younger woman’s eyes were closing softly.
“Tired?”
“It’s been a day.”
Siyeon hummed. “It has. Just a little longer, and we can go home, yeah?”
Gahyeon nodded before patting her thigh. “Do you need to…?”
Again, the throb between Siyeon’s legs came back with a force, and she shuffled uncomfortably, weighing the decision. Gahyeon pushed at her side, urging her to straddle the thick, creamy expanse of skin that lay under her. Siyeon allowed herself to be moved by the weak touch, too worked up to fight back much.
“Go ahead, Wolfie.”
Siyeon lowered herself onto Gahyeon’s thigh, and the first brush of skin contact felt like holding her hand above a candle, too hot, yet not burning. Their chests touched as Siyeon propped herself up on her elbows, and Gahyeon brought her hands up, one hooked around Siyeon’s neck, the other just under her breast.
Just as she had against the sheets, Siyeon began to grind against the now slick surface of Gahyeon’s thigh. Her skin was hot, almost feverishly so, and it felt so good against Siyeon’s aching clit.
Gahyeon’s hand began to toy with her nipples, switching between them, rolling them, tugging them gently, rubbing them back and forth. Siyeon grunted, grinding harder as the sensitive nubs were handled. She leaned down, bringing Gahyeon into their first sloppy kiss of the night, Siyeon’s tongue poked at Gahyeon’s lips, and was immediately accepted. Siyeon kissed her as she grinded, her motions becoming choppy, unstable as Gahyeon’s fingers continued to work over her nipples. The slick sounds of her grinding and the sounds of their kissing filled the room. Gahyeon helped in whatever way she could, licking into Siyeon’s mouth, holding her close, playing with her nipples in just the way she liked.
Siyeon was panting into Gahyeon’s mouth, her abs clenching at every thrust she pushed against the younger’s thigh. The surface was so slick, and Siyeon glided across like she was on ice. She could feel the pressure building quickly inside of her, the tight hot coil beginning to reach its breaking point.
She arched her back and moved her hips faster, biting gently at Gahyeon’s lips. It was inevitable that with the combined effort of the two of them, Siyeon grunted and moaned, her body going limp against Gahyeon as she came, her cum slick against Gahyeon’s thigh. Her hips continued their staggered movements, guiding her through the last of her pleasure as Gahyeon began to rub her back. Siyeon let her elbows give out, her whole body falling against Gahyeon, who huffed at the sudden change in weight against her. She wrapped her arms around Gahyeon, holding her close as she came down from her high.
“I love you.” She mumbled into Gahyeon’s neck.
“I love you, too.” Gahyeon murmured, followed by a kiss to Siyeon’s temple.
“You really are perfect in my eyes.”
“I believe you.”
Siyeon sat up, having regained some of her control over her body, and rolled off to the side, tugging Gahyeon’s little body up and onto her, flipping their roles instantly. Gahyeon yelped, but giggled after she realized what had happened.
“Mine.” Siyeon growled out playfully, squeezing Gahyeon into her.
The younger woman slapped at her shoulder playfully, and laid her cheek against Siyeon’s chest.
“Yours. But mine.” She poked Siyeon.
Siyeon couldn’t help but chuckle and press a kiss to the top of Gahyeon’s head. “Without a doubt, princess.”
Her stomach growled, and they both broke into peals of laughter. What was it about stomach noises that made them so funny?
“Did the wolf get hungry?”
Siyeon shrugged through her laughter. “I did bring food back, you know.”
“Shall we go and enjoy it?” Gahyeon pushed up and off of Siyeon’s chest, reluctantly leaving the warmth of her lover’s embrace.
“I think we should, beautiful.”
A light blush graced Gahyeon’s cheeks as she stood up, following Siyeon into the small kitchen area.
Siyeon would remind her every day, if she had to. To her, Gahyeon was beautiful.