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Yeji was going to lose her mind.
There’s no other way to put it. Her brain was a second away from abandoning all thoughts other than: Shin Ryujin.
Ryujin, who stopped her in the middle of their hectic waiting room and asked if the beige cap matched her stage outfit.
Ryujin with the prettiest blush dusting her cheeks and a shiny bar-shaped accessory sitting across her nose bridge. It had no right making Yeji’s heart flutter, no right sending an itch to her fingers, no right making them ache and long to hold her close.
Ryujin, wearing extensions that sat just above her mid torso, adding to the already gorgeous length she decided on growing out again. Two silver necklaces that accented her long and slender neck, drawing Yeji’s eyes further down.
Ryujin in a white cropped quarter zip with a pair of low-waisted cargos perfectly fitted to flaunt her soft but toned stomach, practically inviting Yeji’s eyes down her body. She forcefully tears her eyes away from the softness, only for her hand to nearly seize up from a spasm when she lands on the belt chain by her left hip.
Yeji inhales sharply and instantly frowns. There are too many people around her and the onslaught of everyone else drowns out her favourite one.
Ryujin must have put on scent blockers in preparation for their busy schedule and crowded venues. Yeji knows it’s a good call, but all it does is send that itch up her spine, to her skull, radiating into her canines, desperate to tease the sensitive patch of skin behind her ear and drink in her chocolate.
What the fuck.
Shin Ryujin – Who was putting every fibre of control in Yeji to the ultimate test.
She snaps up from all that to what is genuinely a very honest Ryujin asking for her opinion, complete with a hint of a nervous smile in light of her silence. “How does it look?”
“You’re so hot.”
She blurts out brutally and honestly. She doesn’t care if it sounds somewhat crass. Ryujin is so hot, that it should frankly be illegal.
“Oh.” Ryujin lets out quietly and shyly looks down, while her smile and whisker dimples peek out under her cap, revealing their charming selves. “Thanks.”
It’s a genuine tragedy that she isn’t allowed to cup her soft cheeks, to kiss her and each wrinkle of those perfect dimples. She wants to douse herself in that decadent chocolate, to throw Ryujin’s arms around her shoulders and pull her close, to rest her hand on the small dip of Ryujin’s back and kiss her softly, steadily, slowly.
Yeji shoves her hands into her front pockets haphazardly to restrain herself from taking her here and now. She knows that Ryujin catches it with how her eyes darken ever so slightly, even shimmering with an amused glint. Her cheeky little-
She’s almost grateful that Jisu calls and drags her away, loudly proclaiming something about needing her help with photos. Yeji was about two seconds away from mumbling up a fake excuse and dragging Ryujin away, or rocking onto her toes and leaning in for a kiss, she isn’t picky.
When they get to the stairwell, Jisu sends her an all too knowing smile that she wilfully ignores. Trying to find something to chip back with, but falls short because all she can think about is Ryujin’s pretty face, hot body and radiant smile.
“Don’t think too hard, lovebird.” Jisu pokes as Yeji hands her phone back. “You’ll bust a nerve.”
“Shut it.” She fires back, running the tongue over her canines in a poor attempt to soothe the ache. Jisu laughs, shoving the phone back into Yeji’s hands to take another few, “Chaeryeong was laughing the entire time.”
Yeji rolls her eyes, don’t even get her started on Chaeryeong. She’d glanced at her girlfriend through the mirror while she got her makeup retouched and had to kindly excuse herself, so she could grab her hoodie and drape it over Chaeryeong on her way back. She isn’t afraid to admit that some things were simply too much for her. She’s only human after all.
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The issue with bottling it all up is that nearly every little thing sets her off, Chaeryeong getting her lip retouched in front of her while she was relaying the camera director’s instructions, Ryujin fixing her cap behind Yeji’s mirror, the two of them filming a dance challenge together. Everything.
Yeji beelines for the washroom and shoves her hands under the sink. She can’t believe she’s not done for today. It’s been six hours, and they’re stuck in a few more hours of practice before she can go home. The stupid itch in her canines hasn’t gone away, and every hour she has to bear adds to the frustration. At this rate, she’ll tear the roof of her tongue from trying to lick and soothe the itch.
The door opens with a creek that does nothing but make the itch worse, she whips her head around with a snarl but softens immediately when she sees a timid Chaeryeong hanging by the doorway, startled by her. She tries for a neutral smile and softly says, “Hey.”
Chaeryeong stares at her, a tiny crinkle between her eyebrows forming, she shuts the door behind her before striding across the washroom and pulling Yeji in by the collar of her denim jacket into a mind-numbing kiss.
“Chaeryeong.” She mumbles between kiss after kiss, tasting the cherry slowly permeating through her senses. For a moment, she’s worried it’ll tip her over the edge, but it doesn't. Instead, all the cherry does is melt her defences, the fresh acidic touch imbued with some special ingredient only Chaeryeong knows.
The same soothing touch when she kissed her during the breakdown she had months ago, that sneaky one in the hallway after a terse discussion with one of their producers last week, and even right now, in this minute alone.
“Thanks for the hoodie.” Chaeryeong pulls back with a smile, cupping her face and brushing a careful thumb over her cheek. She leans in and Yeji’s eyes flutter shut in sheer relief when the itch that had been plaguing her for so many torturous hours dissolves; replaced by a pair of soft lips.
Yeji sighs, wrapping around Chaeryeong’s waist loosely. “Did I ever tell you, you’re the best?”
Chaeryeong kisses her again, hands dragging delicately along her jaw, “You can tell me again later.”
Chaeryeong is observant but not telepathic, yet somehow she’s always there with a gentle kiss, a soft touch and a shoulder to lean on. Yeji whispers into the small space between them. “How do you always know?”
“I’m yours, aren’t I?” Chaeryeong answers simply and Yeji’s about to say that she doesn’t quite think that’s an answer, but Chaeryeong’s looking at her with such fond and affectionate eyes that she leans in without wasting another second.
They might have jumped over some of the more conventional steps to a relationship, dived head first into the deep end after she pointed out something special going on between her and Ryujin. Still, it’s hard to miss this feeling in her chest or ignore the way those three words keep getting caught in her throat every time Chaeryeong kisses her.
She’s been so close to spilling her heart out over the past few weeks, but she’ll be damned if her long overdue confession is in the middle of their company washroom.
She grazes her blunt nail over that delicious line of Chaeryeong’s abs in an attempt to steer it back to somewhere more familiar (and less vulnerable).
“You are.” Yeji sneaks her hands under her hoodie and steadies her by her hip as she gently flips them around.
“Sure you don’t want my help for the choreo?” Yeji asks, making absolutely no attempt to hide how her eyes flicker down to her plump lips when Chaeryeong’s tongue darts out to wet them.
Chaeryeong nods and pecks her cheek as she slides a thumb under and brushes against her grey cotton shirt, smoothing down her jacket collar with her fingers, “I want it to be a surprise.”
Yeji laughs, that tender warmth blooming in her chest again, “Baby please, I’ve had enough surprises for one day.”
Chaeryeong arches an eyebrow and lets out a curious hum, dragging Yeji’s hand to lay flat against her stomach. “Thought you liked my abs.”
She brushes her thumb over the chiselled surface and does her best to keep her hands from wandering. “I do, preferably when I can show you how much I love them.”
Yeji shamelessly marvels at the sculpted piece until Chaeryeong’s hand brushes along her jaw. Her soft fingers graze her cheek as she brings them level again, which sends a shiver down her spine when she finds Chaeryeong staring at her with those trademark foxy seductive eyes. But, there’s something more to it, something oddly intimate hiding under a mask of lust. Something unspoken and raw.
Yeji sucks in a quiet breath, unaware that she’d somehow forgotten to breathe normally. She shoots for a steady smile, “If you’ll let me.”
Chaeryeong’s eyes raked their way down her body, she was in the same outfit she’d thrown on this morning, a grey cropped tee, black washed jeans, a grey cardigan, a black jean jacket and a chunky belt for a vintage touch. It’s far from anything fancy, but the layers were perfect for the changing weather. She liked the silhouette it gave but above all else, it was comfy. After the day she had, she took the first chance to get back into them. It was a chaotic day so while unfortunate, it’s not surprising that Chaeryeong hadn’t really stopped to look at her. Yeji’s not one to shy away from the attention but squirms in place as Chaeryeong plays with the metal button on her jean jacket and eyes her belt buckle. (She gulps, she’s been here before.)
Chaeryeong licks her lips, eyes meeting Yeji’s again, curling her finger by the chin, tugging her closer. “How could I not?” Yeji can just make out the faint pink dusting her cheeks.
“You’re so handsome.”
What.
Maybe it’s the way Chaeryeong’s eyes never leave hers as she absorbs every tiny detail of her reaction. Maybe it’s the softness of her touch still grounding Yeji contrasting the heavy almost carnal desire dripping in her tone.
That causes bursts of heat to spark like wildfire up her whole body, triggering her canines to ache in a different type of need. The air thicker, laced with warm cherry notes that threaten to send Yeji crashing and kneeling against the floor.
What the fuck.
She might seriously get a fever from hearing it said like that and god knows that will only fuel her girlfriend’s ego even more. All she’s done was call her handsome, and somehow that’s worse than all the filth she’s ever heard tumble off those same pretty lips.
Chaeryeong smirks knowingly and Yeji mumbles defeatedly, “That’s not fair.”
“What is?” Chaeryeong whispers and Yeji buries herself in her shoulder with a huge sigh. She can’t take this much longer. She can’t go from wanting to ask Chaeryeong out on a date, to needing to get on her knees and stay there until her eyes roll back into her head. That’s too much to handle, especially when she can’t do either now.
She frowns against her skin as she nestles deeper into Chaeryeong’s arms. She mumbles, “Wanna take you home.”
Chaeryeong giggles melodically, brushing the back of her head soothingly. Admittedly that helps but now she really doesn’t want to move from this spot. Chaeryeong pulls back slowly and Yeji reluctantly loosens her grip. Just a few more hours, she tells herself as Chaeryeong pecks her cheek, probably having to run off for the rehearsal.
“You know,” Yeji hums, Chaeryeong loops their pinkies together and leans in like she’s about to disclose a secret, “Ryujinnie’s still got her outfit on.”
Oh. oh.
She doesn’t even realise she’s pulled Chaeryeong back closer until a soft gasp falls into her ear, her head spinning from the mere thought of that outfit again. Chaeryeong pecks her cheek again, “Save some for me.”
She’ll have to find a way to repay Chaeryeong later but that’s a problem for future Yeji. Now she’s trying to restrain herself from sprinting down the corridor and barging into the practice room where Ryujin said she’d be waiting.
Sure enough, there Ryujin is, phone in hand as she tries to connect it to the wireless speakers, still in that same stage outfit, having had no time to change between the tight schedules.
She quickly shuts the door behind her and lets the gentle click announce her presence. Ryujin flashes her a quick but warm smile and returns to her phone. Yeji double-checks the room and the hallway before she loops an arm around her waist and mumbles, “Hi.”
Ryujin must have found time in between when they left the venue and returned to the company to take her makeup off because that little silver bar accessory is long gone and her pretty face is left bare with only a thin layer of lip gloss. Maybe she ran out of time to change or (Yeji suspects) deliberately chose to keep the outfit on, but that doesn’t really matter now, not when Yeji can finally hold her close.
She pulls her into a kiss and smiles against them, “You’re so pretty today.” That’s an understatement with how insane Yeji feels just being this close to Ryujin after this morning, but it’s all she can muster up without pouring her heart into an incoherent outpour of love.
”Yeddeong.” Ryujin’s hands settle on her back naturally and the nickname sparks a warmth deep in her soul.
“We’ve got some time alone before the actual rehearsal.” She explains quickly as she peppers her lips anywhere she can reasonably get to, her cheek, lips, neck and jaw.
“Couldn’t wait till we got home?” Ryujin teases, loosely throwing her arms around Yeji’s shoulders.
“Ryujinnie.” She murmurs, hands busily feeling the soft sunkissed skin she was so unfairly denied of earlier. Ryujin hums and Yeji pulls her in closer.
She loops around her waist and surges back in, knocking that awful beige cap off. She ruffles her hair gently to re-fluff it, taking the opportunity to thread her hand between the strands and extensions, cradling the base of her head to bring her in for a kiss. She mumbles against her lips, “You have no idea,”
Ryujin steps closer and Yeji growls at the extra bit of friction her thigh causes against her jeans, “How hot you are.”
A grunt slips past her glossy lips when Yeji moves onto her neck. Ryujin’s hands meander down her back, playing with the edge of her jacket as she says, “Was waiting for you to do something sooner.”
Yeji strips her jacket and cardigan off and throws them aside on the floor, nudging Ryujin down the length of the counter with an urgent tug, nestling into the perfect bit of space between the water cooler and the audio equipment, framing Ryujin with both her hands against the countertop.
“Careful, don’t start something you can’t finish.” She warns, fingertips brushing the line down her back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake.
She drags the tip of her finger along her jaw, while Yeji watches as her eyes darken, slipping into something almost hypnotic, a different type of seduction from Chaeryeong’s foxy eyes. Those rapidly darkening orbs drag Yeji further into their orbit. Those blockers must have finally worn off by now because the ensuing intoxicating wave of chocolate swirls around her when she meets those soft lips again.
She moans freely when Ryujin grips her chin and tilts her down so their lips can graze over each other instead. “And if I want to?”
“Good.” Yeji hums and tightens the hold on her waist, wrapping a finger around the belt chain, and lets her smirk grow, soaking in the hitch in Ryujin’s breath.
“Gonna blow your pretty little back out.”
Ryujin gulps, pupils blown wide as she lets out a shaky breath. Yeji toys with the button of her cargos and loosens it with a calculated flick.
The quiet but sharp gasp Ryujin takes doesn’t go unnoticed by her. She might be a moment away from tearing the layer off but she needs to make sure. She brushes her thumb over her exposed stomach, a tiny mistake because the softness just makes her head spin, but she tries for a warmer smile, “How does that sound?”
Ryujin nods, staring at Yeji’s lips, already leaning in for another and Yeji pecks them quickly to get her attention back, “Words, baby.”
Her hips jog into her touch and her hands flatten over Yeji’s shoulders, warm and soft against her shirt as she whispers, “Please.”
Yeji's lips gravitate to her neck, diving into the taut tendon when Ryujin gives her more space, she tastes the persistent cherry scent etched into her skin. It might be even more intoxicating when it’s engraved with Ryujin’s. Her teeth graze over the taut skin before she can stop herself and she thinks about leaving a pretty bruise for Chaeryeong to find but reluctantly doesn’t.
Ryujin makes the prettiest noises, responds to everything Yeji gives her, every little direction she tugs them towards, every bit of pressure she applies with her hands, her lips, anything. She follows so willingly, so obediently.
She pulls back from her neck and is only slightly embarrassed at the little red marks she’s left, nothing deep enough to last, but it’ll be enough for Chaeryeong to find later (and possibly develop even further), for now, it’s more than enough to make Yeji see and want nothing but Ryujin.
Yeji taps her sides lightly and Ryujin responds with a curious hum, her beautiful brown orbs doused in need, glossy with lust, eagerly looking up at her call. There’s something she’s been dying to try, to see and more selfishly feel, and Ryujin’s being so good for her. Yeji leans in to peck her lips, slow and gentle, before she asks.
“Bend over.”
She tries to frame it as a question, and deep down she intends for it to be one, but she can’t hide when it rips out of her throat unfiltered as a command. Realistically, she could have simply pulled Ryujin flush, let her feel just how much she’d been dying to have her. Heck, she doubts Ryujin would have said no, but still, she wants to wait for Ryujin, wants Ryujin to initiate.
What’s a few more moments when she’s waited the entire day, waited to sneak a kiss in when she asked about her outfit, waited to ask a question when she was in the car talking about the finale of a show, waited to respond to the onslaught of incoming messages because Ryujin woke up before their alarm specifically so she could sneak an arm around her waist and cuddle for a few more minutes.
She’ll always want Ryujin anywhere and everywhere, whether that’s a pinky delicately hooked around her own or Ryujin up close, out of breath and crying out her name. Ryujin’s hands gently ride up to cup her cheeks and Yeji leans into her touch, always patient for her girl.
“Yeji.” Ryujin whispers before nodding and she’s there to catch the end of her name with a kiss to the corner of her lips.
Yeji tightens around her waist and pulls them closer, cupping Ryujin’s core over those cargos. She drifts along her jaw and husks against her throat, making no attempt to hide how turned on she’d been the entire day. She takes her voice a touch lower, lets the quiet growl brewing in her throat bubble onto the surface and melt against Ryujin’s throat, “Let me take care of this.”
Ryujin gulps and Yeji moans softly against the tendon. Her hand wanders down slowly as she stays buried deep against Ryujin’s neck, loving the breathy soft pants into her ear that cascade down her neck when she ruts into her palm.
Yeji grunts when Ryujin pushes her back by the shoulders and steals another kiss, she can almost taste the need dripping in that kiss alone, the sheer want on Ryujin’s tongue as it swipes across her bottom lip and secures her access.
She’s left in a cloudy daze when Ryujin pulls back, only to immediately choke on her own saliva when she turns in her arms.
Yeji has learnt every inch of Ryujin’s body and frankly committed all of it to memory, down to those two tiny moles that connect into a line above and below her right eye. But this…this view of Ryujin.
She just malfunctions, her throat dries up, and she doesn’t know where to put her hands, what to say, what to do with Ryujin actually here, not just an unfiltered thought she’d conjured up in a lustful haze, not a figment of her imagination.
Ryujin turns back to find her, searching for her hand, “Why’d you stop?”
It tumbles out as a genuine question, not even a hint of a tease or infliction in her tone, she’s not just saying that to drive her insane or acting coy on purpose. Yeji intertwines them instantly, and Ryujin drags her hand up and places them flat on her waist, like she needs her there.
“I-” Yeji stutters, dizzy with the way Ryujin pushes her hips back to find her, bracing against the countertop, almost going lightheaded when she grinds back into her. “Fuck, Ryujin.”
She pulls Ryujin’s cargos and boxers down with a swift tug and curls around her length, the moan that she gets sends her body practically humming with the need to hear it again, to drag out a louder one, to make good on her promise. She undoes her belt quickly and curls around her own, pumping it callously and lining herself up.
“Yeji.” Ryujin whines when she traces her tip over the rim, and Yeji doesn’t tease any further, she's more than ready.
When she finally breaks past the entrance, Ryujin lets out a loud shaky cry, pushing her hips back abruptly and impatiently. Yeji frames her in and keeps her steady against the table. She pushes until Ryujin lets out a muffled groan, hands balling up into fists against the counter. Maybe she should have been more gentle, but Ryujin’s been so good to her, while Chaeryeong’s quietly (and not so quietly) encouraged her, and she’s already been so, so patient.
Yeji cups her clenched fists and tucks against her ear, “Taking me so well, baby, just a bit more.”
She leaves kiss after kiss until Ryujin’s grip loosens with a shaky sigh. Yeji brushes her thumb over the back of her palm, giving Ryujin time to breathe as she roams her white quarter zip. It’s hugging her so perfectly, making it hard even to sneak a hand under the seam, but she doesn’t really care, it’s too hot for her to.
A grunt rumbles in her throat as she starts dragging her hips back and forth. She sighs and kneads into her soft skin, “Baby.”
Yeji keeps her pace steady, delicately working each thrust until Ryujin starts moving in sync with her, taking on more of her without so much as a whimper. She pulls back for a shallow thrust and pushes until she bottoms out completely, down to the last inch. Ryujin instantly gasps and wails, fingers stretching out to grasp the wooden countertop as her tight walls stretch to accommodate her.
It’s everything Yeji wanted and hoped for when she laid her eyes on her this morning; drowning her in a Ryujin-induced haze.
She angles her hips to adjust her footing and Ryujin gasps at the change, crying out as her back bends and arches into a pretty curve. Fuck. Her head spins, “Ryujinnie.” She stutters, the sheer tightness that envelops her sends a rush of blood down that nearly breaks her.
“Yeji-” Ryujin cries, “Right there.”
“You’re so tight.” Yeji can barely tell where this need is coming from, but she needs to hear every single one of Ryujin’s garbled messy groans and make her legs shake. She applies just a bit of pressure to force a deeper arch and keeps battering the same spot.
Ryujin grips the edge, her whole body tensing up trying to keep herself upright. Yeji wraps around her sides and flattens her hands against her pelvis, “I’ve got you, just relax for me.”
“Yeji…” Ryujin mumbles, frantically reaching back for her again like she can’t stand being a moment away from her anchor. Yeji’s readily there to take and twine their hands, but instead of simply providing some stability for her. Yeji gives her a second, squeezes her hand, before pinning them behind her and making her hiss as she uses it to pick up the pace.
Yeji brings her hand from her pelvis up to splay across the small of her back, but that simply makes things worse. Her hands have always been on the bigger, beefier side but finding that only one of them encompasses more than half of Ryujin’s pretty back. She knows she can’t point this out without Ryujin going all sulky on her, but she adores that Ryujin’s shorter than her, smaller than her.
Yeji’s hips stutter helplessly, head spinning without permission, just about managing to steady herself against the hardwood counter, gasping quietly, “Oh my god.”
It shouldn’t turn her on this much, but watching Ryujin rock onto her tiptoes as she delivers thrust after punishing thrust, makes her feel high on Ryujin, one unkempt shout away from going feral and actually losing all control. She tightens her grip and her blunt nails sink down just a bit, leaving little crescent moons on her perfect lithe body in their wake.
“Yeji.” Ryujin winces and Yeji lightens up immediately, apologising with a shallower thrust, “Sorry baby.”
“You’re driving me insane.” Yeji chuckles, leaning down to press a line of soft kisses along her shoulder. Ryujin tilts sideways and Yeji doesn’t have to be told twice to know that she’s asking for a kiss.
She melts against them, enveloping herself in that heavy and decadent chocolate, letting it wash over her and fuck, she presses her lips to the back of her ear softly, “Missed this so much.”
Ryujin might have sniped back with something snarky if this was under less…prone circumstances but all she did was move her hips back. Yeji smirks and sighs against her lips, falling open when she places the next thrust in deep. “Ryujin-ah.”
She stays there, moving Ryujin’s hands from her back to pin them down by the counter as she nestles even deeper, making tight figures of eight until Ryujin lets out a pitchy sigh. “Yeah?”
She drags her hips back until she’s barely nestled inside before rolling them back in, working each inch smoothly and deliberately. Ryujin tries to get onto her elbows but when Yeji delivers a hard and sharp thrust next she stumbles back down and mewls at the stretch. Yeji grins, “Should I call Chaeryeong here and let her find you like this?”
Ryujin clenches tightly around her and Yeji can only chuckle, feeling a bit delirious from it all, “Fuck, got it.”
She knows they’re making progress with that, talking about that strap she bought for them when they think she’s not paying attention or too occupied to eavesdrop, but she does wonder if her girlfriends just need another nudge in the right direction. Something she’s more than happy to facilitate.
“Don’t stop-” Ryujin stutters out breathlessly, pulling her back. “You feel too good.”
Yeji readjusts her footing and jogs her hips up ruthlessly, slamming them flush with every thrust, each slap bouncing off the walls so loudly she’d be embarrassed if it weren’t equally as hot. She reaches to curl around her cock and feels Ryujin go slack in her arms, she pumps generously and Ryujin clamps a hand over her mouth as she barrels towards her peak.
Yeji manages to snag a tissue just in time when she spills, legs and body trembling, relying on Yeji and the counter to keep her steady while she keeps pumping her length to milk every last drop out.
Yeji keeps their hips locked and hands busy, drawing out one final heavy shudder before she pulls her hand back and discards the crumbled tissue. Ryujin can barely even construct a sentence as the high shocks through her, mewling at the shift she causes when reaching over and Yeji brushes her hip gently as an apology, always so sensitive after, even at the smallest move.
She stays still, waiting until Ryujin gives her a sign that she’s ready for her to pull out but Ryujin jerks her hips back, “Please, please, I want it.”
It might be a little too late for any modesty but she feels the heat rise up her neck. She kisses her cheek gently, laying one hand on the perfect dip in her hips and splays her fingers flat against her pelvis, while the other finds itself gravitating towards the small of her back.
She tugs Ryujin close and pushes her down while she chases after her reward, the beautiful arch sending her into a frenzy. She keeps each thrust hard, long and deliberate, she’s still so warm, tight and pliant, breathy gasps of Yeji falling so freely and affectionately while Yeji sends her rocking on her toes again, legs weak and shaky from the high barely a minute ago.
“That’s my girl.” She praises breathlessly, chaining a few quick and angled thrusts, her abs are straining and beyond exhausted from exertion, she’s so close, she just needs a little bit more. She pauses to catch her breath and stretch her abs out but Ryujin sputters out desperately, “Please, Yeji, need you to come inside me.”
Yeji shuts her eyes as she shudders, moving past the strain to hammer into her, Ryujin meets her with what little energy she has left and it takes a few well placed ones, before she hisses, seeing a flash of splotchy mess behind her eyelids as she paints Ryujin’s pretty walls white.
She slows into a more manageable roll as she rides out her high, hovering next to the side of Ryujin’s face as she pants and catches her breath.
Ryujin’s voice is hoarse and almost molasses-like when she wiggles back and says, “You’re still so hard.”
Yeji laughs, panting into her ear as she kisses her cheek again. “Your fault.”
She rests a much calmer hand on Ryujin’s sides, tilting back and readies herself to pull out, keeping to how it is with Ryujin, something about it being too painful if she stayed inside too long after. But Ryujin reaches to keep her still, making both of them groan at the sudden closeness again. Yeji teases as she heaves, “Still want more?”
Ryujin tilts to capture her lips and Yeji follows. It’s significantly softer and more relaxed than anything they’ve done in the past hour. Each kiss is a languid ebb and flow, allowing herself to float against Ryujin’s soft but hungry lips, both their scents swirl around her, meshing and melting together.
Ryujin swipes across her bottom lip again but tugs at it unexpectedly as she draws back, and she whispers, “Want it to ache.”
Yeji braces against the counter as her knees nearly cave, she glances at the clock and notes the time with the last shred of her sanity intact. Ryujin with her swollen lips, cheeks flushed red, hairline slightly damp from sweat, brown hungry orbs drenched in need. If she were any less responsible, she’d carry Ryujin over to the couch and ensure that all she could ever think about again was her name, make the entire floor hear just how good Yeji was to her, but she brushes a warm hand over the back of Ryujin’s palm, “Later.”
Ryujin huffs a shaky breath and pouts, but Yeji pulls out before she can entertain changing her mind. She tugs Ryujin’s boxers and cargos up and helps her around to kiss away that pout with an offer, she cups her cheek softly and says, “I think Chaeryeong deserves front row seats.”
Her jaw slackens as she takes a quiet breath in and Yeji can’t wait to get home, to really take her time with Chaeryeong and dismantle Ryujin inside out. She can almost see her dishevelled state reflected in that deep brown ocean, but better yet, she can feel it on her skin, in her bones, and right down to her core. She’s just as if not even more of a mess than Ryujin.
She can’t help but gulp when Ryujin slowly drags her hands down her body, her eyes never leaving Yeji’s, pupils blown wide and her breathing heavy and jagged.
She lowers onto her knees and Yeji’s heart skips a beat, “Wait, Ryu, we don’t have time.”
“I know.” Ryujin nods and takes her cock in without wasting another second and there’s nothing Yeji can do but hold back a sigh, “Ryujinnie-”
She hums and Yeji gently cradles the back of Ryujin’s head, while the other lands on the table, feeling absurdly dizzy from her.
Ryujin wraps her lips around inch after inch, determined to take Yeji alone, but she gags a little bit before the end and she nearly blows one there when Ryujin pulls back to gasp for air, shoulders heaving and breath staggered. Yeji sighs quietly to herself, “What the fuck.”
She barely even registers what Ryujin’s doing, all she knows is that she’s never felt her knees this weak before, stuck between wanting to chase after her and letting Ryujin do whatever she wanted. It might be all the pent-up need driving her insane but there’s nothing she can do but keep herself upright as her girlfriend gives her some of the best head she’s ever had.
Ryujin pulls back to readjust herself and curls her hand around the back of Yeji’s thighs to pull herself closer. With how sensitive she is, that’s all it takes for Yeji to spill another load, much weaker than the one she tucked inside of Ryujin, but she laps it up all the same.
She’s still reeling from her high, trying to figure out how she should even go about piecing her mind together for a two hour slot of practice, as Ryujin climbs back up and redoes her belt, tightening it with a hard tug and winking before kissing her cheek, “You weren’t the only one waiting.”