π choi jisu x shin yuna
ποΈ angst, minimal fluff, pre-hiatus jisu, unsatisfying ending
π 3033 words
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βWould you miss me?β
The words cut through the dense blanket of noise around them with ease. The conversations from the neighboring patrons turn into muted trumpets of background noise. The clink of utensils and dinnerware disappear into the patter of the rain outside.
It was loud.
Then Jisu talked.
And now itβs so quiet that Yuna can hear the beat of her own heart in her chest.
βWhat?β
Jisu looks at her with the same face that β a moment ago β was laughing and smiling and stuffing itself with food from their second-favorite tofu house. The smile is still there, but there are wrinkles at the corner weighing it down. And Yuna can still hear the laughter, but now all she can hear is how empty it really sounds.
βWould you miss meβ¦β
Jisu hesitates and flicks her eyes away, but Yunaβs able to catch it regardless. In that last moment where her eyes lingered, Yuna saw the light and mirth usually in them disappear inside her like a fish diving down from the surface of a pond. Now, Jisuβs looking down at the bowl of food in front of her and all Yuna can see is steam and empty eyes.
βWould you miss me if I was gone?β
Jisu turns back to look at her and Yunaβs mouth goes dry. Sheβs thankful that Jisu is gracious enough to not leave her alone with the question, but now sheβs too busy searching Jisuβs face for why she even asked it. Sheβs going over the seconds before this minute, the hours before that, and eventually the entirety of their lives together before she finally comes up empty-handed.
She still hasnβt moved, even though she wants to. Yuna wants to be blunt and ask outright βWhy are you saying this?β She wants to look around and see if she can spot one of their producers with a hidden camera. She wants to grab Jisusβ hand and ask her for the code word they established between each other in case either of them were being held hostage or mind-controlled.
But sheβs afraid that all of those things that she can do would only let Jisu down, so she answers first.
βOf course, I would miss you.β She starts it out sincere and genuine before chasing it down with some levity in case she misread the situation. βI miss you even when you take too long in the bathroom.β
Jisu nods and laughs. She reacts like how she always does when the two joke around with each other, but the weight in Yunaβs chest doesnβt disappear.
βDonβt be gross, weβre eating!β Jisu waves her hand at Yuna before picking up the pair of chopsticks she had put down earlier. βNow, hurry up. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get dessert.β
Jisu looks at her with another smile and Yuna has no option but to smile back.
βSounds like a plan!β
Reaching for her own chopsticks, Yuna returns to the food in front of them. She doesnβt feel so hungry anymore, so she just moves things around in her bowl until they finish.
It was raining when they first came in, but now itβs not so heavy.
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βI think Yeji was right, we do have a separate stomach for sweets.β
Jisuβs bright and bubbly as she takes another bite of the taiyaki in her hand. The red bean oozes out of the pastry like blood and it makes Yuna shirk away from the sight to her own dessert.
Itβs not a real fish, but the eyes looking back up at her remind her of all the fish markets sheβs to in her life. Ice and fish and big yellow gloves and round, black orbs with no life inside them. The thought scrunches her lips together before she finally brings it up to her mouth to take a bite. For a second, she expects bones and flesh and scales, but all she gets is hot dough and even hotter custard.
βGood, right?β
Jisuβs looking back at her as she licks the red bean off of her own fingers before wiping them off with a napkin.
βYeah,β Yuna breathes out, attempting to sooth the molten lava cooling on her tongue. βSo good.β
Sheβs old enough to stop burning her tongue on desserts, but the laugh that comes from Jisu tells her that itβs something she should do every time.
βCβmon,β Jisu says as she links their arms together. βEnough goofing around from you.β
As the two start to make their way back to the apartment, Yunaβs mind is still lingering on what happened in the restaurant β that question that came out of nowhere and disappeared just as sudden. She wonders if all those times Jisu had hung out with Chaeryeong had gotten to her, if those little call-of-the-void curiosities that plagued their friend had crawled into Jisuβs head.
Itβs the simplest answer. Itβs the easiest answer. But what if it isnβt the right answer?
The thought continues to mull over in Yunaβs head as her and Jisu drift towards the riverbank. Itβs less crowded than usual, most people having cleared out after the rain earlier. But that just makes it all the more precious as the two settle alongside the water and take in the smell of petrichor wafting up to meet them while the moon reflects fully on the surface.
βItβs pretty tonight,β Jisu says as she does every night.
But like every night, Jisu is right. Though itβs stopped raining, the clouds havenβt stopped leaking. Yuna can still the occasional drops of water land in the river and send out little echoes of their existence. What is it like to be a river? To spill out into an ocean bigger than you can imagine? To have the rain come in and replace you drop by drop until thereβs nothing left of the original you?
Yuna shudders at the thought β to have the same name, but everything else be different. And then she looks at Jisu. At Lia. At the girl, the woman, the person, the friend, the bandmate, the everything sheβs been in her life since the moment theyβve met.
She wonders how often it rains and how much of Jisu gets washed out every time.
βYuna? Is something wrong?β
All of a sudden, Jisuβs staring at her and Yuna realizes itβs only because she was staring first.
βNothing,β Yuna answers instinctively, only to curse herself and dive back into whatβs been bothering her. βBut I was wonderingβ¦what did you mean earlier in the restaurant?β
The expression on Jisuβs face doesnβt change. The lights in her eyes donβt even flicker, but then Yuna looks closer and realizes theyβve been off since the restaurant. This whole time, sheβs been staring at the halogen glow and castoff from the moon above them. There are no lights on in Jisuβs eyes, just a reflection.
βI was curious.β Jisu shrugs. βThatβs it.β
Yuna doesnβt like the answer, still hates the question, but loves the person too much to fully let it go.
βAre you going somewhere?β
In an attempt to sound hopeful, all Yuna does is come off childish β like a kid asking about their pet hamster before being told it was sent to a farm upstate.
βMaybe. Iβm not sure yet.β The smile falls off of Jisuβs face as she looks down at the water in front of them. The riverβs flooded and Yunaβs now only realizing theyβre standing in the water as opposed to just beside it. βI feel like I need a break.β
βIs it because of me?β Yunaβs eyes widen as she turns to her. Itβs selfish and self-centered, but a yes to this would be the best thing she could hope for. If sheβs the problem, then that means she can solve it. βDid I do something?β
Jisu smiles again, but this one feels real. βItβs not you, Yuna.β She reaches up and transfers the comfort of her gaze into her hand as she cups Yunaβs cheek. Itβs still warm from the taiyaki. βYou havenβt done anything wrongβ¦to be honest, youβre kind of perfect.β
Yuna swallows the tiny bit of relief she allows herself before she reaches up to slide her hand atop of Jisuβs. The sweet honey of Jisuβs voice calling her perfect is almost enough to make her forget what they were talking about. Almost.
βIf itβs not me, thenββ
Yuna stops.
Jisu tilts her head in confusion.
And then the two look up.
It starts to rain again.
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Theyβre soaked by the time they rush in through the door of their apartment. Ryujin and Chaeryeong have already retired to their room, while Yejiβs pacing in the kitchen talking to their manager over the phone. Theyβre supposed to have a fan meeting tomorrow, but if it keeps raining like this, theyβll have to cancel. The news is unfortunate, but Yuna canβt help but feel like Jisu seems relieved at the mention of it.
Yunaβs about to say something when a sneeze shoots out of her. That immediately leads to Yeji ushering her into the bathroom so she can get out of her wet clothes and shower. Itβs understandable, but it does mean she and Jisu have to skip their nightly ritual of bumping elbows and knocking heads while trying to brush their teeth next to each other.
Once Yuna finishes, she goes to their bedroom and takes a seat along the bottom bunk of their beds while she waits for Jisu. In the mean time, she thinks. She still doesnβt know what had happened β what she missed β between the eye smiles and excited clips that had left Jisu feeling like this.
There have been good days and bad days, but not a single day has gone by that they havenβt all been there for one another. On days that Yuna is busy elsewhere, she still checks in with Jisu and doubly checks in on the others to make sure they also check in with her. And despite it all, despite how dead they are when they leave the studio or how sleep-deprived when they enter it, she canβt remember a time when Jisu wasnβt there smiling and brightening up the room.
The creak of the door pulls her attention away from her thoughts. Jisu enters looking so soft and dainty it makes Yuna want to cry knowing whatβs going on through her head at the moment.
βJisu.β
Yuna straightens her back, folds her hands in her lap, and looks at her.
βYeah?β
But when she opens her mouth, cowardice overtakes her.
βCan I sleep with you tonight?β
Jisu stands there, blinking, before she laughs and unwraps the towel from her head.
βOf course.β
Jisuβs still laughing as she finishes up her nightly routine. In the same way they spend their days together, the two usually end their nights together in a similar fashion. It started early in their time together β Yuna crawling down to Jisuβs bunk so they could talk and watch videos β until it eventually became an every night thing. Now, she canβt imagine sleeping without Jisu in her arms and waking up without the image of her drooling on her pillow.
When the lights go out, Yuna scoots over to make room for Jisu. She watches her move in the dark β a clumsy silhouette lit up by the night lights theyβve stuck in the corners.
The bed lurches beneath Yuna as Jisu crawls onto the mattress. She starts to move to take her own place on the sheets when Jisu wraps her arms around her from behind and pulls her down on top of her.
βJisu!β
Despite the scream, Jisuβs laughing as the two flop onto the sheets beneath them.
βGet out of your head and into my bed already!β
Itβs easy to forget in the dark. The feeling of Jisuβs arms around her β being cradled by her laughter β thatβs all it takes for Yuna to start laughing too as they flounder about. But then Chaeryeong pounds on the wall beside them to quiet down and they doβ¦eventually. The chaos peters out and it isnβt long until Jisuβs on her back and Yunaβs attached herself to her side.
Soon, the only thing they can hear is the rain still going on outside. Itβs funny. It was supposed to be clear skies and no clouds all day β that was one of the reasons they were even out to begin with. Yuna wonders if it hadnβt started raining and they had decided to wait it out at a restaurant, would Jisu have said anything.
She doesnβt know if that wouldβve been better or worse.
βYuna?β
The name comes with an awkward lilt and anxious gasp. It prompts Yuna to lift her head up to see whatβs going on, only to find Jisu with her cheeks flushed and the sudden realization that the soft velvet beneath her fingertips isnβt Jisuβs pajamas, but the skin beneath it.
βS-sorry!β Yuna jerks upright as she pulls her hand away and colors her cheeks to match Jisuβs. βI didnβt realize β sorryβ¦β
Out of the corner of Yunaβs eye, Jisu rises to sit up behind her.
βItβs okay.β Jisu leans forward to rest her hand on Yunaβs shoulder, her arms going around her waist as she sits up to dig her knees into the mattress. βIt happens.β
Yunaβs blush doesnβt recede. It does happen β a lot β and itβs something that sheβs learned simply comes with existing next to someone for so long and for so often. But there are times like this when she can feel Jisuβs breath on her neck and her chest against her back that she wishes these moments were more than just incidental.
βWhat did I say about getting out of your head?β
βSorry,β Yuna sighs. She wonders if Jisu would take it easy on her if she knew that she wasnβt thinking about the question earlier and was focusing on something completely different. βThereβs a lot on my mind.β
Jisu nods β as best as she can with her chin on Yunaβs shoulders β before she finds Yunaβs hands and entangles them with her own. She doesnβt know how, but all of a sudden, Jisu feels a lot heavier on top of her.
βIs it about earlier? That thing I asked you?β
βNo.β Again, another reflexive answer from Yuna β a habit she needs now more than ever to break. βOr yes? I mean, I donβt know.β
And she doesnβt. Because whether or not itβs about the feeling of Jisu pressed against or the thought of her being one, itβs all her either way.
βIβm sorry too,β Jisu whispers. She takes a deep breath and she sinks herself even further into Yuna. βWith everything tonight, Iβ¦I really wish I could tell you why.β
βYou donβt have to wish. You could just tell me.β She takes in a breath, patient and metered, before letting it out. βI promise, I wonβt tell anyone else. And whatever you need me to do, I can do it, soββ
βI donβt need you to do anything.β Jisu tightens her hold around her as if trying to press that bit of truth all the way into her. βYou already do everything for me, okay? I justβ¦I need a break is all.β
βBut why?β
Yuna doesnβt realize sheβs choking back tears until the words come out of her mouth. She still doesnβt get it and Jisu isnβt telling her. The days are long, but theyβve always been long. Practice is tough, but itβs always been tough. They were able to handle it in the beginning, so why now? Why Jisu?
βWhy do you have to leave?β
βIβ¦β Jisu opens her mouth and a cross between a croak and a cry slides out of it. βIβm sorry.β
But then she does start crying. Whatever walls Jisuβs been building up for years without Yuna knowing start to tumble down as the body on her back starts to shake as it all falls away.
βIβm sorry, Iβm sorry, Iβm sorry.β
Yunaβs never moved faster β sliding out of Jisuβs wavering embrace to turn around and envelop her with her own arms. Her hands find Jisuβs back as she brings them close and holds her tight.
βItβs okayβ¦β
Yunaβs whisper gets swallowed up by the sea of sorryβs that flow out of Jisuβs mouth. Her arms hang loosely by her side and it seems like the only thing keeping her up is Yunaβs own body around her. But eventually Jisuβs voice grows hoarse and the tears run dry and the only thing in Yunaβs arms is a limp rag doll of a person.
βYuna?β
βYeah, Jisu?β
βCan we go to bed?β
βOf course.β
Yuna carefully pulls herself away from Jisu, making sure sheβs supporting her body before fully letting go. She looks at the face thatβs been buried in her shoulder for the past few minutes and she sees a Jisu sheβs never seen before β eyes so red, cheeks so puffy, miles away from the bright sunshine thatβs defined her up until now.
But she doesnβt say anything as she helps Jisu onto her back. She reaches for the blanket and pulls it over them before she nestles back into her side. Just like every night, but tonight feels different.
βGood night,β Jisu whispers. Her voice is still shaky and rough as her hand finds the top of Yunaβs head. βI love you.β
βI love you too.β Yuna has to hold back the desperate clutch she wants to make at Jisuβs shirt before settling for a large handful of blanket instead. βGood night.β
Even after everything, it doesnβt take long for Jisu to fall asleep. The familiar metronome that is the rise and fall of her chest comforts Yuna β a part of Jisu that she knows will never change.
The rain continues outside, harder than ever. Yuna doesnβt sleep, doesnβt even try to sleep, as she listens to it pour down on the roof above them. But eventually, the day catches up to her and her eyes close without her knowing. She has one last thought before sleep finally takes her β that if it rains hard enough, then maybe Jisu wonβt have to leave.
π Choi Jisu x Hwang Yeji x Shin Ryujin
ποΈ polyamory, cunnilingus, fingering, finger sucking, armpit licking
π 12481 words
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βOh, Ryujinβs streaming.β
Yeji doesnβt remember which one of them had said it β whether it was her or Jisu β but she remembers the moment it turned from a simple check-in on Ryujinβs LIVE to something more.
They were less than a minute into it. The video had just started and Ryujin had barely greeted her viewers when she β and Yejiβs world β came tumbling down. One second, she was sitting up, and the next, Ryujin was on the bed and the frame was nothing but linen white sheets, tussled black hair, and peach brown eyes.
Yeji stood no chance after that β falling for Ryujin again like every other day of her life. Sometimes itβs the simple scrunch of her nose and flash of her whiskers that does Yeji in. Last week, it was when they were all following Ryujinβs solo performance from backstage. And today, it just so happened to be this stream.
So now sheβs sitting. Sheβs watching β obsessed β as Ryujin goes through the end of her night with all of her lucky fans (because no one is luckier nor bigger a fan of Ryujin than Yeji herself). When Ryujin realizes sheβs missing an earring, Yeji laughs. When she fails to find it despite her best attempts at searching, she laughs louder. And whenever Ryujin goes quiet and stares at the camera to read whatever messages the fans are writing, Yeji simply stares back.
βJesus Christβ¦β
The words fall loose out of Jisuβs hanging jaw. Itβs a sudden reminder that Yeji isnβt alone in the room, that sheβs been so locked in with Ryujinβs stream that she forgot Jisu was there next to her. She starts to feel bad, but then she remembers the last couple hours between them β how it was literally nothing but them making googly eyes and kissy faces at each other.
In fact, if it hadnβt been for Ryujinβs LIVE notification popping up, Yejiβs sure they would be on their way to doing a lot more right now. Instead, theyβve settled down next to each other β sitting shoulder-to-shoulder on the same chair β while huddled around Jisuβs phone because Yejiβs was low on battery after their own stream. It was a smart move in hindsight because Yeji doesnβt think sheβd survive the heartbreak if the phone died right now.
βYouβve gotta be kidding me,β Jisu sighs.
Yejiβs eyes dart back to the phone just in time for another life-changing event. Theyβre 25 minutes in now and Ryujinβs moving around again, but this time sheβs locking her eyes with the camera and tumbling back against the bed in a way that makes Yejiβs heart ache with the remorse that sheβs unable to follow her to that mattress.
βSoβ¦can we tip her on this, orββ
βJisu!β Itβs the first thing all night capable of ripping her concentration away from the video. As Yeji turns to Jisu with shock on her face, she throws on an air of authority that can only come with experience. βItβs not that kind of stream! We canβt send her money like that!β
βUh-huhβ¦β Jisu studies the outrage on Yejiβs face as it evolves into an unsteady indignation. Her eyes narrow ever so slightly, not so much judging but perceiving her. βYouβve tried before, havenβt you?β
Yejiβs mouth scrunches up in an attempt to find the right words. Itβs already too late to lie β not that Jisu would believe her anyway β but she still doesnβt want to reveal when she first tried to tip Ryujin and especially not how many times sheβs tried since.
βI justβ¦β Yeji clears her throat and puffs out her chest, thinking that maybe she can turn this embarrassing insight into a lesson. βI just think itβs very important that we try and support each other any way we can.β
Jisuβs eyes soften in empathy as she wraps an arm around Yejiβs shoulder. βI feel that.β She sighs and leans her head against Yejiβs before going back to the video. βItβs a shame we canβt throw her a few bucks though β sheβs looking really hot right now.β
As Yeji returns her own attention to the stream, Jisuβs words ring loud in her head over the tinny phone audio. Ryujin does, in fact, look really hot right now, and as one really hot woman with another beside her, Yeji thinks that if they canβt send her money, maybe thereβs something else they can do instead.
It wouldnβt be the first time they drop in on one another while streaming, though there is the faux pas of showing up after she and Jisu had already said goodnight on their own terms. Still, what Yejiβs more nervous about is what would happen if they do go over now. Itβs not that she canβt control herself, but she doesnβt know if sheβll be able to control Jisu with all of them in the same room.
Fortunately, it seems the thought of calling it has also crossed Ryujinβs mind as she starts to get ready for bed. With the same unwavering stare thatβs been on her face the whole stream, Yeji looks on as Ryujin ties up her hair and goes through her nightly skincare routine β smiling whenever she recognizes some of the items as products sheβs recommended to Ryujin and vice-versa.
At some point, Jisu passes the phone off to Yeji who wordlessly takes it and continues to watch until the video ends and Ryujinβs peach eyes turn black in front of her. The jump-scare of seeing herself suddenly in an empty screen is something sheβs used to β late nights playing video games will do that β but what surprises her is the bar that pops up at the bottom when the stream finishes.
34 minutes. Sheβs been sitting in a chair β glued to Jisuβs phone β for more than half an hour. She doesnβt know exactly where all that time went, but she does know that she gave it to Ryujin and that itβs not the only thing sheβd like to give her.
βHey, you coming or what?β
As if able to read her thoughts, Jisu chimes in from the door of the hotel room. Although Ryujin is literally across the hall from them, Jisuβs still zipping up a hoodie around herself β Yejiβs hoodie actually. The thing is huge on her and it makes her look so positively small and squeezable, especially when Jisuβs hands fall to her sides and thereβs no trace of her fingers peeking out from the sleeves. If the two of them werenβt already on a mission, then Yeji would be pulling her towards the bed right now.
But they are on a mission and itβs that thought that slides Yejiβs feet into the slippers below her and what propels the both of them out into the hall. The trek is short β a few steps really β but that doesnβt stop them from hurrying.
βWasnβt she getting ready for bed?β The realization hits Yeji out of the blue. She blames it on all the blood pumping through her veins from standing up and walking. βMaybe we shouldββ
βRyujin!β Jisu pounds her fist against the wood of the door. Itβs enough to shake the walls β the thunderous booms of her hits reverberating down the hall. βOpen up!β
βWhat do you think youβre doing?β Yeji grabs Jisuβs hand to stop her, the last knock still echoing around them. βThereβs other people in the hotel, you know!β
βThen tell them they can get in line; we got here first.β
Jisu starts to wind up another knock with her other hand, but the door opens before she can build up enough momentum. Ryujin steps out β definitely confused, possibly annoyed, and looking undeniably as captivating as she did on the phone screen a minute ago.
βWhat are you guysββ
Yejiβs primary concern comes to pass as Jisu strikes before she can answer. She moves forward quickly β expanding to fill the open space between the doorway like an obnoxious gas. Itβs the fastest Yejiβs ever seen her move as Jisuβs arms shoot out and spear Ryujin in the midsection to send her stumbling back.
βJisu!β Ryujin yells as the two of them disappear into the room behind her.
βRyujin!β
Yeji closes the door before going after them. Ryujinβs landed on her back, legs falling over the edge of the bed and her arms splayed out to either side. Jisuβs landed on top, her own arms encircling Ryujinβs abdomen while her headβs buried in her chest. Thereβs nothing more Yeji could want from the scene β her heart fluttering at the sight β but the cherry on top of it all has to be the utterly hapless look on Ryujinβs face.
Walking deeper into the room, Yeji stops when her legs knock against the edge of the bed frame. One of Ryujinβs floundering feet catches itself between her knees and it prompts her to look up. Thereβs a silent plea for aid showing in Ryujinβs eyes that eventually manifests out of her mouth.
βYeddeong,β she chokes out. βHelp.β
As the corners of Yejiβs mouth mischievously curl upwards, the expression on Ryujinβs face only grows more doomed by the second. Yeji doesnβt answer; she doesnβt need to. After all, thereβs really one thing to do in this situation.
Chaos reigns. Yeji raises her arms and falls forward. Jisu and Ryujin scream before a mad scuffle ensues on the bed as limbs begin to entangle with one another. Itβs a mess of tickles and groping and iffy attempts to make sure no oneβs hair gets pulled. At no point does Yeji ever know who sheβs looking at or touching, but it doesnβt stop her laughs from joining Jisuβs enthused giggles, Ryujinβs half-hearted whines, or the mattressβs strained groans beneath them.
Eventually, the mass of cackles and expletives turns into a singular, heaving pile of tired pants. Based on the landmarks she can see β Jisuβs hand and Ryujinβs waist β Yeji believes her head has settled somewhere atop Ryujinβs stomach. That theory is further supported by the fact that everything below her thighs is currently touching air instead of mattress and the subtle rise and fall of the body below her.
The sudden hush and calming rhythm of Ryujinβs breathing causes Yejiβs eyes to close as she sinks deeper into this newfound peace. Ryujinβs drawing tiny circles on her back. Jisuβs hand finds her head and instinctively begins to scratch. Her leg starts to bounce like a dogβs, but Yeji canβt help it. It might be a far cry from her and Jisuβs initial intentions, but the single thing on Yejiβs mind is how lucky she is right now to be huddled up with two of her favorite people in the world.
Then the body below her tenses. The circles on her back stop and the hand in her hair tightens up. Yejiβs not sure whatβs going on at first, but then she hears it β a groan. Not breathing, but the low, husky shudder that sheβs heard from Jisu more times than she can count. Lifting her head from Ryujinβs stomach, Yeji opens her eyes and sees a betrayal that cuts her to the core. Unless sheβs mistaken, Jisu and Ryujin are currently locking lips and making out right above her.
At first, she forgets to be offended. How could she be when β less than a foot away β Ryujin and Jisu have their tongues in each otherβs mouths and their hands on each otherβs bodies? Itβs yet another sight Yeji could spend all night losing herself in, but then she remembers that sheβs not trapped behind a phone screen anymore; she is literally right on top of them.
βWhat the hell?β Yeji pushes herself up onto her hands. βDid you guys forget I was here or something?β
Nothing. No reaction. Itβs not until Ryujin raises a finger up to Yeji that she even acknowledges her.
βOh, you want me to wait?β Yeji asks wide-eyed.
The finger turns into a thumbs-up that eventually returns to grope at Jisu while Yeji crosses her arms with an indignant huff. The offense that had first missed her comes roaring back, but she waits regardless. Yeji knows the second she counters this sass with her own, Ryujin will have won.
βSorry about that,β Jisu giggles as the two finally pull apart from each other. βI wanted to say something, but my mouth was busy.β She shamelessly knocks her head against Ryujinβs, her eyes going elsewhere to avoid Yejiβs critical stare.
βUh-huh,β Yeji shakes her head before looking at Ryujin. βAnd what about you?β
βItβs nothing to sulk about,β Ryujin tells her. βI was gonna do you next anyway.β
βReally? You were gonnaββ But then Ryujin shuts her up the only way she knows how; she does her next. Snatching Yeji by the scruff of her collar, Ryujin pulls her down until their lips crash against each otherβs. The sound that comes out of Yeji β part surprise and part pleasure β gets swallowed up instantly by Ryujinβs hungry maw.
The taste of toothpaste is strong on Ryujin and Yeji wonders if this counts as brushing her teeth for the night. She feeds Ryujin another groan as her open mouth sends an invite to Ryujinβs skillful tongue. Her eyelids flutter apart at the sudden sensation, staying wide the moment she catches the image in her periphery. There β maybe an inch away from their faces β Jisu is watching them with the same intensity of a child pressing their face against aquarium glass.
A bratty whine emanates from Ryujin as Yeji cuts the kiss short. Sheβs pouting and slapping at the bed in a mock-tantrum when Yejiβs mouth doesnβt return instantly to hers. βWhyβre you stopping?β she grumbles.
βWhy was Jisu staring at us?β Yeji answers the question with one of her own. Itβs like sheβs the only one that recognizes how strange that was. Swiping at her mouth with her thumb, she backs up a bit to create some distance between all of them. βAnd why were you so close? That was soβ¦weird.β
βWhat?β she asks, offended. βI canβt enjoy a hot-and-steamy make-out sesh from up-close?β Jisu rolls her eyes and counters with, βBesides, whyβd you open your eyes while you were kissing? Maybe youβre the weird one, huh?β
βIβm notββ Yeji huffs. So quickly has it turned from a βhot-and-steamy make-out seshβ into a cross-examination that Yeji canβt find the words to defend herself β not that she should have to. So, she turns to Ryujin for validation, fully aware of the 80/20 chance sheβll disagree with her simply on principle.
βRyujin, tellββ But she stops when sheβs treated to yet another peculiar sight as she finds Ryujin not licking her lips so much as tasting them.
βAre you guysβ¦β Ryujinβs running her tongue curiously over her upper lip, ending it with a loud smack of her mouth. βAre you guys wearing the same lip gloss?β
Yeji blinks. She forgets what she was asking and instead remembers the part of her own stream where she had to reapply Jisuβs make-up β which wouldnβt have needed to happen if Yeji hadnβt kissed Jisuβs lip gloss off before that β but it all comes rushing back to her when she locks eyes with Jisu. A moment later, the laughter spills out from the both of them as they leave Ryujin to wonder what the joke is and maybe if there even is one.
βThatβs a good question.β The last of Jisuβs giggles squeak out as she props herself up on her elbows. Her eyes flash with an impish shine as she cants her head and purses her lips. βDo you think maybe we should check?β
βDefinitely, princess.β Yeji smiles before squaring up on her knees. She reaches out with both hands to gingerly cup Jisuβs face. Jisuβs own brand of brown eyes look back at her as Yeji rubs her cheeks. Itβs a small primer of whatβs to come β the innocent stroke of her thumb against Jisuβs mouth that inevitably leads to a kiss.
Thereβs something about Jisu that disarms Yeji in every sense of the word. Be it her gentle gaze, her soft smile, or her airy touch β whatever it is, Yeji finds herself melting every time. This kiss proves no different as Jisuβs mouth opens readily against Yejiβs prying tongue and takes her in whole. As Ryujin observed, the taste of lip gloss is strong on her β strawberry, funnily enough β but that might be because itβs now been smeared over everyoneβs lips by this point.
But Yejiβs never been one to half-ass anything, so she doesnβt stop the kiss here. She sucks on Jisuβs tongue and earns herself a strawberry-flavored groan. She nibbles on her lower lip and gets a strawberry-flavored whimper in return. And when the need for air becomes too great and she pulls away, Yeji cleans the strawberry-flavored spit on the side of Jisuβs mouth with her finger.
βWell?β Yeji eyes the dopey look on Jisuβs face β the hooded eyes, the flushed cheeks, the dazzling smile. Both of them are delighting in the fact that this kiss didnβt end prematurely like the previous two. βWhat do you think?β
βHmβ¦I dunnoβ¦β Jisu pretends to ponder the question. She snakes her fingers around Yejiβs wrist, her thumb settling into the dimple where it bends. Bringing it to her mouth, Jisu places a kiss along the tendon that runs along her hand. βIt looks the sameβ¦maybe we need to do another taste test β just to make sure.β
Itβs not a bad idea. And when Jisu presses her lips to the tip of Yejiβs index finger, the shiver that races through her body reinforces that plan. But, before either of them can act on it, a loud cough from beside interrupts them.
βSo, not that I donβt think this is hot β cause I do and it is β but I have to ask.β Ryujin clears her throat with another cough. βDid you guys come over here just to make out on my bed?β
βYes.β Yeji answers at the same time Jisu says βNo.β
A coy sneer covers Jisuβs face as she answers β the tip of her pink tongue peeking out devilishly from her teeth. βIβm just saying, as fun as that soundsβ¦β The words trail off as she leans back to drape an arm possessively around Ryujin. βI came here to do a lot more than βjust to make out.ββ
Ryujinβs eyes light up with an opportunity to gang up on Yeji as she eagerly curls up to Jisu. βAnd what about you, Yeddeong?β she purrs. Though Ryujin was just as taken aback as Yeji was a second ago, sheβs now sporting a grin that matches Jisuβs to a tee. βDid you just come here to make out or was thereβ¦more?β
The last word comes out as a breathy waver when Jisu decides to take advantage of Ryujinβs exposed neck. Lips and teeth take the gas out of Ryujinβs taunt before Jisu finishes her off with a nuzzle and pleasant hum.
βDonβt be gross.β The reprimand comes with a grunt as Yeji moves to better straddle Ryujinβs waist. Sheβs sitting straight up now, while the other two are looking up at her with some of the smuggest faces sheβs ever seen before. βThe both of us came here because we were watching your LIVE and we thought you lookedββ Effervescent. Angelic. So fucking fuckable. ββpretty.β
Ryujin brings a hand to her mouth and gasps. βIs that true, Jisu?β She looks down at the conceited face buried between her neck and shoulder. βDid you think I looked pretty?β
βNope.β Jisu shakes her head as best as she can in the cramped space. βI said you looked really hot.β
The bed shakes with Ryujinβs resulting laughter. βThat does sound more like you.β Quirking a brow up at Yeji, she follows it with an arrogant flutter of her lashes. βSo, what was it? Was I pretty? Or was I really hot?β
She sighs. Yeji can usually handle Ryujinβs sarcasm on her own, and over the years, sheβs developed the kind of stamina to match Jisuβs indomitable spirit. But thereβs something that happens when the two get together that Yeji still struggles with β a chemical reaction thatβs as potent as it is predictable. Itβs a dangerous combination of Ryujin emboldening Jisu as much as Jisu enabling her. Combined with their mutual passion for teasing her, and that often leads to situations like this with Ryujin having the audacity to ask if Yeji thinks sheβs attractive when sheβs literally covered in not just two beautiful women but Yejiβs own personal lip gloss.
βOkay thenβ¦β Yeji takes a deep breath, her hands balling up the bottom of Ryujinβs shirt. Sheβs still smirking when Yeji glances at Jisu, who catches the look on her face and starts to glow in excitement. If Ryujin wants to hear what Yeji thinks of her, then thatβs what sheβll get.
βYou were pretty.β She cocks a brow, silencing the interjection forming in Ryujinβs eyes. βAnd you were hot β really hot.β Grinning, Yeji starts to lean forward, basking in the sharp breath Ryujin takes as the distance between them disappears. βAnd if it werenβt for the fact you were streaming, then we wouldβve been here half-an-hour ago to take you apart.β
Ryujin reacts with silence and a stone face, but Yeji can see past her facade. The hurried heart beating loud beneath Ryujinβs chest belies any attempt at stoicism that Ryujin can put up β and thatβs only because Yeji just so happens to be close enough to hear it.
βBut thatβs why weβre here now. To kiss you. To touch you. To show you how hot we think you are.β Ryujinβs breath hitches as Yeji teases the touch of her lips with the last of her words. βIs that what you wanted, Jinnie?β Yeji huffs out a laugh as she eyes her up and down. βTo hear that you looked so good we just had to come over and fuck you?β
Ryujin swallows. Loud. When she opens her mouth to respond, a dry creak comes out and nothing else. The very same peach eyes that Yeji was staring at through the screen earlier are now wholly engrossed in her own β the only thing separating them a glassy coat of desire.
βHoly shitβ¦β Jisu cuts through the silence with a gulp of her own. βIβm so fucking wet right now.β
Yeji laughs. Itβs dark and itβs throaty and it leads into an obvious look at Ryujinβs tempting lips before she flits her eyes back up. βWhat about you, Ryuddaeng?β
An answer bobs up and down in Ryujinβs throat before finally exiting her mouth. βYeah. Sameβ¦β Her voice is just as low, but infinitely more wobbly as her head bounces with a restrained nod. βYou gonna do something about it?β
Yeji scoffs. Sheβs sure that sounded a lot more confident in Ryujinβs head, but what came out was anything but. βGod,β she chuckles. βYou are such a brat.β
Thereβs no chance for Ryujin to reply as Yeji takes her turn to shut her up. She moves in to kiss her, grinning all the way down until they meet. As much as she enjoys the snark β especially when Ryujin commits to it for as long as she has here β Yeji wants to hear something else out of her mouth right now.
Unfurling her hands from Ryujinβs shirt, she slides them beneath it the moment theyβre free. She finds the bottom of her ribcage and starts to drag her nails agonizingly slow down her stomach, not stopping until she reaches the top of Ryujinβs waistband. The tremor that wracks through Ryujinβs body is promising β enough to cause one in Yeji β but all it gets her is a sharp inhale and a shaky jaw. Itβs not until she takes Ryujinβs bottom lip between her teeth and bites down that Yeji gets what she wants.
An unfettered groan oozes out of Ryujinβs mouth. Her body tenses for one sharp second before falling pliant beneath Yejiβs hands and lips. She had managed to trip up Ryujin earlier with her words, but now Yejiβs trying to strip her of all the smarm sheβs usually spouting to replace it with whimpers and the rare mew if she works hard enough.
And the thing is β she always does.
Yeji keeps her eyes closed β sheβs learned her lesson β and pulls at Ryujinβs lip one more time before letting it snap back into place. One last keen sends Yeji lower to hide the self-satisfied smirk on the side of Ryujinβs neck where Jisu hasnβt laid claim to yet. Nosing her way down, she catches the top of Ryujinβs shirt on her chin before nudging it aside. Yeji starts to lay kisses along the newly exposed collarbone, her chest rumbling as Ryujinβs hands return to her back with an onslaught of desperate grabs and hungry scratches.
βYejiβ¦pleaseβ¦β Ryujinβs always so impatient, but Yeji blames herself for that β she doesnβt think sheβs ever said no.
A soft gasp escapes from both of them when she pulls up Ryujinβs shirt to expose her upper body to the open air. Itβs bedtime and that means Ryujinβs bra is currently laying somewhere on the floor. But instead of recounting whether or not she saw it when she walked in, Yeji rightly focuses on the naked torso in front of her. The sight is almost bittersweet β as much as she appreciates the view and ease-of-access, thereβs something about the sport of removing the bra that she misses.
Maybe next time.
This time, Yejiβs eyes are taking in every square inch of Ryujinβs naked torso β how her pale chest rises and falls with every waiting breath, the dusky brown nipples already standing at attention, and the lines of red branding her stomach with where Yejiβs nails had touched.
Returning to the top of Ryujinβs clavicle, she descends down her body with a trail of kisses before reaching the swell of her breast. She envelopes the nipple there, covering it with her hot and wet mouth. Ryujin gasps when Yeji flicks her tongue over the sensitive nub. And when Yeji grazes it with her teeth, itβs her name she gets to hear from Ryujinβs lips. She runs her teeth over her nipple a second time β anxious for Ryujin to say it again β but she gets surprised by Jisuβs name instead.
When Yeji glances up, she sees Ryujinβs mouth β open and moaning β and Jisuβs mouth β teeth teasing the edge of Ryujinβs ear. To the right of her, Jisuβs delicate fingers are kneading and massaging Ryujinβs other breast. Yeji hears Jisuβs name again when she decides to roll Ryujinβs nipple between her thumb and index. Itβs no surprise that Jisu was able to steal away Ryujinβs attention as suddenly as she did, but all that means is that Yeji gets to try and take it back.
Yeji returns her mouth to Ryujinβs nipple, her hands finding their way back to her stomach. She brings with her bites and scratches β kisses and caresses β in the hopes theyβll be enough. Her name, then Jisuβs name, then Jisuβs name again before going back to hers β she swears she even hears a βYejisuβ in there when the two strike at the same time.
Itβs a fun game, but Yeji wants more than this. Making the difficult decision to move on, she leaves Ryujinβs chest with one last scrape of her teeth and takes away one final gasp for it. She continues down, her mouth following her hands as they both get lost in the divots outlining Ryujinβs newly minted muscles. Yejiβs still getting used to them, but she ultimately reaches the end goal that is her waistband. Planting a kiss below Ryujinβs navel, Yeji slips her long fingers into the top of Ryujinβs bottoms before sliding them off with practiced ease. She doesnβt stop until both them and her are on the floor β her knees tucked against the frame of the bed and her eyes locked onto the sopping wet mess in front of her.
She can only imagine itβs not too different from how she looks right now. A hungry shudder rocks through Yejiβs body as she eyes Ryujinβs glistening folds and sees what she and Jisu have done to her already. Yejiβs jaw falls slack β a reflex β and her hands start to pull away from Ryujinβs pajamas to make their way up her legs.
βDamn.β As if able to sense the fact that Ryujinβs pants had been taken off, Jisu pulls away from her to sit up and gawk β her eyes gleaming with pride. βWe did that?β
βJisu,β Ryujin groans. Throwing her head back, she clenches her eyes shut before running her hands through her hair. βCould you notβ¦β
Yeji looks up from one of her favorite views β between Ryujinβs legs. Running her tongue across her upper lip, she smiles as Ryujin shirks away from their gazes. To have her not just whimpering beneath her, but now embarrassed? Itβs an accomplishment Yeji is proud of, being not just responsible for the initial flush on Ryujinβs cheeks, but now the deeper red one too as sheβs ogled by the two women around her.
βWhat? Itβs a compliment.β Jisu shrugs. βBesides, I think Yeji has the right idea. Itβs time we get serious about this.β
Jisu slides out of Yejiβs hoodie β already hanging loose off of her due to Ryujinβs impatient fingers β before moving her feet onto the floor. She strips off the shirt sheβs wearing to reveal a simple sky blue bra that makes Yejiβs eyes linger on Jisuβs chest before turning her back to them completely.
Looking over her shoulder, she flashes them a wink before reaching back for the clasp. Yejiβs watching the muscles in her shoulders flex as Jisu slips the garment over her arms before it joins the shirt on the floor. When her hands land atop her hips, Yejiβs breath hitches β anxious to see if sheβs going to turn around or not. Instead, Jisu undoes her pants and slides them down with a fun shimmy that Yeji thinks is just as good.
Hands on her ankles, Jisu lets them slowly trail up her slender legs as she watches Yeji and Ryujin watch her. She hooks her thumbs into the side of the matching pair of panties and pulls them down before promptly stepping out of them. With all of her clothes in a puddle at her feet, Jisu turns back around to face them.
Yejiβs mouth goes dry as she gets a full-frontal view of her β Jisu doing her part as she tries to not-so-subtly show herself off to them. With the way Jisu runs her hands up her sides, Yejiβs eyes are darting everywhere β from the contours of her hips to the twinkle in her eyes β all of it culminating in the visible excitement between her legs.
βYeji!β Jisu claps her hands and snaps Yeji out of the trance that had overtaken her. βGet Ryujin where you want her, because β trust me β sheβs not gonna be able to move for a while.β
The words are tough to process at first β one, because sheβs still dealing with the fact that Jisu is naked, and two, because she doesnβt understand what she means by βget her where you want her.β Itβs not until Jisuβs crawling back onto the bed and setting up beside Ryujinβs head that it hits her.
βOh!β Yeji nods. βOkay.β With her hands behind Ryujinβs knees, she swiftly pulls her down until basically all of her lower half is hanging off the bed.
βY-Yeji!β Ryujin yelps due to the sudden jerk, her head coming up to glare at her the second they settle.
βComfy?β Yeji asks, acting as innocent as she could be. She doesnβt get to mess with Ryujin often, but when the opportunity does arise, she thinks itβs funny how it always comes down to her strength or height.
Ryujinβs staring back at her, both of them unblinking, but eventually the scowl starts to melt off Ryujinβs face to reveal a smile. βYeah,β she sighs. βIβm comfy.β
βGood.β With a smile back, Yeji runs her hands up Ryujinβs thighs β revelling in the way the muscles relax and soften beneath her touch. Lowering her head, she places her lips on the inside of Ryujinβs knee. Itβs patient, itβs soft, andβ
βCβmon, whatβs this?!β Jisu chimes in with a few finger-snaps for emphasis. βWhat did I say about getting serious!β
Outside, Yeji is laughing, but inside, sheβs feeling just as impatient. Deciding not to waste any more time, she offers up one last kiss on Ryujinβs leg before turning her face forward. Jisuβs watching β Ryujin is as well, but her eyes are going to be closed soon anyway β so Yeji figures itβd be nice to give her something to look at.
Opening her mouth, she sticks out her tongue before flattening it against Ryujin. Yeji savors the gasp that comes out of her, along with every drop of her slick as she scrapes her tongue up her folds. The hiss that comes from Ryujin sounds like Yeji letting all the steam out of her. Her whole body tenses β her hands reaching for the sheets while her legs lock up behind Yeji. The only thing that lets her relax is the fact that Yeji pauses after the first lick to give her a breather.
βThatβs what Iβm talking about.β Jisu smirks before turning to Ryujin. βWhat about you?β She raises an eyebrow as she spreads her legs in front of them. Jisuβs just as hot, just as wet β her hands splayed out on her thighs as if framing herself like a painting about to be hung. βAre you ready?β
Ryujin nods, maybe a bit too excitedly, as her eyes flicker between Jisuβs face and her legs. βAlways.β
βThatβs what I like to hear.β Grinning, Jisu stands up on her knees before swinging a leg over Ryujinβs face. βRemember,β she says while hovering above her, βTwo pats if you need air.β
Yejiβs mouth is hanging agape as she watches Jisu lower herself onto Ryujinβs face. A tinge of jealousy spikes inside her even though sheβs not in a much different position. But then Ryujin has the gall to look down at her and wink. Yejiβs eyes widen as she also sticks a tongue out at her, but before Yeji can properly respond, Ryujinβs face disappears completely beneath Jisu.
Surprisingly, she has nothing to say as she adjusts. Now seated comfortably on her throne, instead Jisu lets out a long, guttural moan as she pushes her chest out and spreads her hands out on the sheets behind her. A moment later, she starts to move her hips and that singular moan turns into a regular train of them.
Yeji catches herself rubbernecking, enthralled by the sight of Jisu expertly riding Ryujinβs face. With the taste of Ryujin still fresh on her tongue, she dips into her for another β not willing to be shown up. Ryujin shudders as Yeji coats herself in more of her juices, each time trying to reach deeper with every curl of her tongue.
The flavor of a fresh shower and body wash start to dissipate as Yeji works her way through it as she starts to feel more and more of Ryujin on her taste buds. Itβs hard to hear Ryujin with her mouth thoroughly muffled, but Yeji can tell how sheβs doing by the sounds that Jisu is making. Not to discredit Ryujin, but sometimes a particular moan will fall out of her suspiciously soon after Yeji does something to her. She wonders if Ryujinβs copying her β relaying one twist of a tongue to another. And if she is, that means Yejiβs not doing enough on her end if Ryujin can still think clearly.
Yeji decides to change that.
Moving her hands from Ryujinβs thighs, Yeji reaches beneath her to cup her ass. With her waist raised above the mattress, Yeji finds it easier to bury her face between her legs. She presses herself fully into Ryujinβs cunt β diving between her folds with her tongue, inundating her taste buds with her juices, and savoring the heat and musk that envelops her.
βHoly fuck,β Jisu gasps as Ryujin and the bed lurch beneath her. βWhatever you just did, keep doing it,β she moans. Ryujinβs hands are tight on her hips as Jisu reaches up to grab her own breast β her other hand anchoring itself to the cotton sheets below.
Yeji doesnβt listen to her exactly, but she thinks Jisu will appreciate it regardless. She mouths her way up Ryujinβs mound until she finds the sensitive bundle of nerves atop it all. She circles the small bud with her tongue, her own clit throbbing at the way Ryujinβs body quakes in reply. But what really seals the deal is the sudden thrust of Ryujinβs hips when Yeji latches her lips around it entirely.
βYeji, Iββ Jisu starts, stops, stifles a moan, and then another. βI think sheβs β shit β sheβs getting close for sure.β
So is Jisu from the sounds of it, but thatβs all the more reason to keep doing what sheβs doing. Clenching Ryujinβs ass tighter, Yeji locks her elbows around her legs as well. Ryujin has a tendency to kick during her first of the night and Yejiβs been on the wrong end of that one too many times for comfort.
Jisu comes with a loud cry thatβs halfway between a swear and Ryujinβs name. She fists the sheets beneath her while her hips pitch back-and-forth atop Ryujin. Still, she stays seated β never once lifting off of Ryujinβs face as the arch in her back deepens before snapping back like a rubber band.
βFuckβ¦β The word comes out stretched and slow. Yeji pictures it like the smoke coming out of the top of a train. βMan, that wasββ
Jisuβs breath hiccups from whatβs happening below. She doesnβt have a moment to relax as Ryujinβs body seizes up beneath her with her own climax. Her feet are kicking β or theyβre trying to at least β but Yejiβs got her secured. The bed takes the brunt of it while the rest spills out into Jisu, amplifying the aftershocks of her orgasm so much that she has to crawl off of her.
But although Jisuβs safe, that doesnβt mean Ryujin is. Yeji doesnβt stop what sheβs doing, still working at her from between her legs. Sheβs anxious β needy β wanting nothing more than to hear the sounds that have been kept from her this whole time.
βYeji, Iβfuckβ¦β
The mews and snivels that Yejiβs been after are finally spilling into her ears. Her hands stay firm against Ryujinβs ass β tighter now as Ryujin squirms and struggles beneath her. She might be sensitive, but sheβs even more greedy as she takes from Yeji as much as she can before it all eventually becomes too much for her to handle.
βStopβ¦stopstopstopstopstop.β
Yeji stops the moment she hears the word β the feeble swat at her head an insurance policy sheβs never needed to cash out. She loosens her hands and returns her gently to the bed. Another whine slips out of Ryujin when Yeji pulls her mouth off of her aching clit. Inhales β deep and steady β fill Yejiβs empty lungs with air as she takes her first breaths since Ryujinβs orgasm started.
βHoly shitβ¦β
Yeji looks over to Jisu. Sheβs on her hands and knees, her chest still heaving from her own orgasm. The expression that sits on her face is the same Ryujinβs β Ryujin looking like a Venn diagram between the both of them with the slick currently coating her cheeks.
βWow, that was, umβ¦good job, team.β As Jisuβs breathing returns to normal, she makes her way towards the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. βMommaβs gonna need a five, so you two?β She glances back at them while she starts to make a nest out of the cushions. βFeel free to have some fun by yourselves for a bit.β
Yeji perks up at the statement the same way a dog would at a squirrel. She turns up to Ryujin the moment it hits her ears. Five minutes is nothing β sheβs never needed more time than that, and with Ryujin still riding the high of her last orgasm, she canβt imagine she would now.
βWait, seriously?β Ryujin questions the excited look on Yejiβs face β still yet to catch her own breath. The distress is clear in her voice as she shakes her head in disbelief. βAgain?β
βOnly if youβre feeling up for itβ¦β
Yeji doesnβt do it on purpose. She doesnβt intentionally push out her upper lip just so, nor does she mean to furrow her brow and crease the edges of her eyes in a way that makes her look particularly pitiful. She doesnβt aim to embody the emoji that is two fingers pressing against each other pathetically, but if it worksβ¦
The heaviest sigh of the night comes out of Ryujin as the incredulity sloughs off her face. βI donβt know why I try to fight it.β With a self-disappointed click of her teeth, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it off.
Yejiβs beaming β positively bouncing as the last piece of Ryujinβs clothing flies onto the floor somewhere beside her. βOkay,β she says with an enthusiastic nod. Her hands find themselves on Ryujinβs thighs again, perching on the familiar roosts as she amps herself up. βLet me know when youβre ready.β
Ryujin lets out a hearty laugh at how palpable Yejiβs excitement is. βUh-huh.β Leaning forward, she places a kiss on Yejiβs forehead before moving back to the mattress. Their eyes catch each other one more time as Ryujin raises her hand and ruffles the blonde shag of hair on her. βWell, what are you waiting for? Show me what youβve got, Yeddeong.β
A growl rumbles at the base of Yejiβs throat. The wispy sound of her name floating off of Ryujinβs tongue sends a shiver down her spine. She pushes forward and starts off with a series of hungry kitten licks that instantly has Ryujin preening. The quiet moans and whines that Jisu had hoarded earlier are now flowing freely out of Ryujinβs mouth while the fingers tangled in Yejiβs hair are pushing her deeper and deeper between her legs.
βPleaseβ¦wanna feel all of youβ¦β
The hunger in Ryujinβs words drives Yeji onward β determined to wring out every wanting cry from Ryujin that she can. Dragging her nails down Ryujinβs legs, she starts to tongue her folds deeper. Itβs good, but Yeji needs more. She needs to feel her more. She needs to make Ryujin feel more.
She wraps one of her hands around Ryujinβs thighs, loving how her fingers sink into the plushness of the flesh beneath it. Her other hand goes for her clit, but not without wetting itself with the overflowing slick from Ryujinβs cunt.
Ryujin reacts with her whole body. She shivers and shakes and shudders as Yeji traces her thumb around the small bud. Itβs a tease β never touching it directly β but itβs still enough to let loose the nonstop flow of moans.
βLike that?β Yeji eyes her from between her legs, taking a break from eating her out to look up at her. She unravels the hand she has around Ryujinβs thigh and moves it higher up before she takes hold of Ryujinβs breast. βIs this what you wanted?β
Ryujin opens her mouth to answer, but instead a wail escapes as Yeji pinches her nipple. βY-yeah,β she rasps out with a fervent nod of her head. βSo good. Your mouth, youββ She stops, a sharp intake of breath accompanying a desperate buck of her hips before continuing. βYourβ¦your hands.β
Yeji meets Ryujinβs nod with her own as she keeps on touching her. βWanna make you come again,β she says β words equally as shaky. βSo pretty when you come. So hot.β
As Yeji plunges her tongue back into Ryujin while her hands and fingers work away at her, every keen and cry that comes out of Ryujin is one more step closer to the inevitability of her climax. But Yeji doesnβt want to just bring her over the edge β she wants to push her.
Long, laser-focused strokes try to coax the orgasm out of Ryujin as Yeji curls her tongue in as far as she can. The hand at her clit keeps on what itβs doing, but now it starts to move with a purpose. The circles sheβs been drawing get tighter and tighter until her thumb is basically living on top of Ryujinβs clit. This is already enough β more than enough β but then the hand she has on Ryujinβs breast trails down to her stomach. She finds that special little spot a couple of inches below her bellybutton and presses down with the heel of her palm to give her that one, last push.
βYeji!β
Her name echoes through the room so loud Yeji thinks itβll embed itself in the walls. Itβs something she canβt ever imagine tiring of. The sound of her name in her ears. The taste on her tongue. The feel of Ryujin tensing up beneath her. And, of course, the sight of it all unfolding before her very eyes.
As Ryujin floods her mouth, Yeji starts to work her down from all the previous excitement. Her hands slow and still, the pressure lightening and the circles loosening. Even her tongue calms itself as Yejiβs previously hungry laps turn into a lazy mouthing at Ryujinβs folds. She keeps at it β would eagerly do so for the rest of the night β until she feels the tug of Ryujinβs hand in her hair.
βOkay, thatβsββ Ryujin gulps. βI need a time-out, please.β
Swallowing the smirk on her face, Yeji pulls away to give Ryujin the break she deserves. But she doesnβt remove herself entirely, instead making her way up to Ryujinβs stomach. Itβs a familiar spot for her, but the past few months have been a bit different β muscles where there werenβt before, lines and indents deeper than she remembers. Sheβs taken note of them each time she could land her eyes or hands or mouth on Ryujin, but Yeji thinks about finally addressing it.
βWhat made you change your mind?β
βAbout what?β Ryujinβs question is more of a wheeze as it dissolves into the weighty huffs of recovering from her second orgasm. Her eyes are clenched shut, obviously not expecting the interview thatβs now occurring.
βAbout getting abs.β Yeji smooths the muscles beneath her hand. She feels as they go taut beneath her touch β watches as they swell with every breath. βThought you didnβt like how they look.β
Ryujinβs eyes flutter open. She tries to angle her neck enough to look at Yeji, but instead of looking at her, Ryujinβs gaze starts where Yejiβs hands are. Itβs not the first time Yejiβs caught Ryujin staring at her hands, and itβs fun to see how the otherβs eyes slowly crawl up her arms until theyβre finally looking at each other.
βTo be honestβ¦you.β
βMe?β Yeji chokes out.
βAnd Ryeongie.β Ryujin throws out a casual name-drop. She follows it up with a sigh that pushes out her stomach, only for Yeji to press her hand back against it. βWhy?β The word sounds strained as the air gets pushed back into her. βDo you like them?β
Another question that Ryujin knows the answer to.
So, Yeji doesnβt answer. Instead, she takes her tongue and drags it all the way up the mid-line of Ryujinβs abs. Ryujin shivers beneath her, but all that does is make Yeji grab at the strained skin with her fingers in an attempt to make her tremble again.
βOh, sheβs a fan, alright,β Jisu pipes up. Finally rested, she crawls over from her nest before settling on her hands and knees beside them. She reaches out to touch Ryujin as well, though her attempts are more inquisitive and jabby than Yejiβs sensual caresses. βFuckβ¦these are nice.β
Concluding her observation with a satisfied slap of approval β one that gets a quick βOwβ from Ryujin β Jisu then reaches for own stomach. βWhat do you guys think?β She starts to drag her hands up and down the flat plane of her torso. βShould I get abs too orββ
βNo!β
The unanimous answer bounces around the room until it falls silent, only to be interrupted by the squeak of the bed as Ryujin and Yeji slowly turn their heads towards one another.
βGeeze,β Jisu pouts. βOkay, fine. I wonβt.β
βWhat we mean is that youβre good just the way you are,β Ryujin adds promptly. She moves onto her knees with a wobble β Yeji pleased with herself for being the reason why β before she moves over to Jisu to hug her from behind. βBesides,β she says, resting her head on Jisuβs shoulder, βI think Yeji would implode if you got any hotter.β
She doesnβt appreciate Ryujin throwing her under the bus β especially since she also objected to the idea β but it doesnβt make what she said any less true. Itβs already dangerous enough with just Chaeryeong walking around. Anytime she comes into dance practice with a sweater that rides a bit too high β or god forbid, a crop top β Yeji has to basically put on blinders unless wants to risk the safety of everyone around her.
And ever since Ryujinβs joined the abs club, itβs only gotten worse. Last week, she overheard their production team talking about putting up stickers on the dance mirrors so Yeji would stop walking into them. If Jisu decided to get toned too, then the whole studio would have to be baby proofed.
βI guess youβre right.β Jisu fills in the silence that Yeji left and starts a brand new conversation in the process. βWell, enough about abs then. I do believe itβs time you two start paying attention to me again?β
Yeji laughs first, but Ryujin laughs louder.
βYouβre so needy.β Ryujin says the words into Jisuβs ear as she sways the both of them side-to-side.
βSo are you,β Jisu tells her. βThe only difference is Iβm brave enough to admit it.β
Yeji laughs again as she stands up. She barely catches the ice-cold glare Ryujin shoots her as she follows the edge of the bed to Jisu.
βBup bup bup.β Jisu holds out a hand to stop her. βWhat do you think youβre doing?β
βIβm joining the two of you?β Yeji slows her approach, but she doesnβt stop entirely as she warily lifts a knee onto the edge of the mattress.
βNot dressed like that, you arenβt.β Jisu smacks her hand on the side of Yejiβs knee, promptly sending her back off the bed.
βDressed likeβ¦β
Yejiβs eyes follow Jisuβs down to the clothes sheβs currently wearing. Save for the hoodie that is now on the floor beside her, itβs the same outfit sheβs been wearing since before the stream β the same outfit that Jisu thought was hot enough for her to feel her up over.
βWhatβs wrong with it? Itβs not like Iβm naked orββ
Oh.
βBingo.β Jisu crosses her arms with a cocksure shake of her head. βNow if you would do us the honor? Itβs not fair you get to see the show and youβre the only one not paying for the ticket.β
Strict but fair β itβs one of the reasons why Yeji loves her so much.
Eager to get back to the bed and off her feet, Yeji doesnβt try to add any of the flair Jisu had when she stripped. But that doesnβt stop her from feeling the eyes watching her as she takes off her top and exposes the black Calvin Klein bralette beneath. Nor can she ignore the subtle intake of breath coming from Ryujin when she slips off her bottoms to reveal the matching pair of briefs.
βNo, yeah, same, β Jisu agrees. βCould we get a spin please?β
Yeji shoots a look over to Jisu as if to ask βAre you serious?β but all she gets in return is that same serious look on her face and a twirl of her fingers. Knowing she has no chance of winning this battle, Yeji raises up both of her arms and turns around to βshow them the goodsβ as Jisu often calls it.
βDecisions, decisionsβ¦β Jisu sighs. βRyujin, Iβll leave it up to you. On or off?β
Completing the circle, Yejiβs hands move to her hips as she goes to Ryujin for an answer. A smirk forms on her face β it seems Ryujinβs confidence is contagious β as she notes the look that Ryujin is giving her. Those brown, darling peach eyes β shiny with want β scouring over every new inch of exposed skin.
βOff,β she ultimately answers, though with a hint of hesitation in her voice.
βEager, are we?β Jisu teases before looking to Yeji. βYou heard the lady; you may undress fully now.β
βAs you wish.β Yeji bows her head β partly to hide the snicker β before returning to the clothes still on her body. Slipping her fingers under her waistband, her gaze flickers left-to-right at the two watching her. She can see the eagerness in their eyes as she peels off her underwear to reveal her own excitement.
βFuck meβ¦β Ryujin murmurs.
βYouβve had your turn,β Jisu huffs as she pulls away from Ryujin. βItβs time I had some fun with her.β
A chuckle comes out of her at the sight of Ryujin pouting and Jisu falling back to the pillow fort she made. When the cold air hits her hot cunt, Yeji shivers with anticipation. She doesnβt need to look down or touch herself to know that sheβs far wetter than Ryujin was when she first found her. How could she not be after having eaten Ryujin out twice and seeing Jisu ride her face? As Yeji goes to pull her bra off, she thinks: What kind of leader would she be if she wasnβt setting the right example?
βThatβs better.β Ryujin raises an approving eyebrow as Yeji presents them with her fully naked body.
βMuch better,β Jisu adds smugly from her cushions. βNow you may join us,β she says with a flourish of her fingers.
Yejiβs laugh trails off into a chuckle as Jisu opens her arms wide and aims her grabby little hands at her. Wasting no time, she steps forward and sets a knee down on the edge of the bed again. But before she can get her other foot off the ground, Jisuβs already grabbing her and snatching her away.
βJ-Jisu!β
Yejiβs shriek gets smothered instantly by the sudden pull into Jisuβs cleavage. Her hands sink into the soft clouds behind her while her head nestles nicely into her chest. With the mattress squeaking beneath them, she can imagine that this is how Ryujin felt when Jisu first tackled her onto the bed.
βGonna hog her all to yourself?β Though all Yeji can see right now is Jisuβs breasts β which, wow β she can tell Ryujinβs approaching by the way the bed shakes beneath them.
βAnd if I do?β Jisu asks in return, her hand possessively cradling the back of Yejiβs head. βLike I said, itβs time I had fun with her. How about you sit back and watch this time, hm?β
Yeji can hear the roll of Ryujinβs eyes as she claps back against Jisu. She lets them go at it as she presses her nose to the soft skin in front of her. As much as she lamented earlier about the chaos that comes with bringing Ryujin and Jisu together, she has to admit she appreciates how natural the chatter comes up with both of them around.
It lets Yejiβs mouth focus on other things.
βBesides,β Jisu starts, βItβs not likeβshitβ¦β
The hand in Yejiβs hair turns into a fist as she takes one of Jisuβs nipples into her mouth. To be honest, sheβs surprised this small tease was enough to interrupt her. Yeji remembers the time she was eating Jisu out when Chaeryeong walked in on them and started asking about their chore wheel. Yeji canβt recall the specifics, but she does know Chaeryeong was not happy when she found Yeji beneath the blanket and that it ultimately ended up with Yeji being the one to take the trash out.
βCat got your tongue?β Ryujin asks. Yeji still canβt see her, but she can picture the whiskery smirk perfectly.
βNot my tongue.β Jisu half-says/mostly groans as she buries her fingers further into Yejiβs hair.
At first, Yeji thinks Jisu is pushing her deeper into her chest, but then she realizes Jisu is actually pulling her away. She knows where Jisu is taking her, a smile on her face as she parks herself on Jisuβs leg while her mouth gets dragged elsewhere. She leaves her mark across Jisuβs chest during the journey β smears of the communal lip gloss β before finding herself in the alcove beneath Jisuβs underarm. The hand on her head barely has any time to relax before Yeji mirrors what she did to Ryujin earlier and flattens her tongue against Jisuβs armpit with a long, deep stripe up.
βYeahβ¦thatβs itβ¦β Jisu reacts in a similar way β with a shake and a shudder β as she jams her mouth against Yeji. βYou know how to do it, just like thatβ¦β She feeds the words into the top of Yejiβs head, chasing them with a chain of content sighs.
βYou know something?β The bed creaks behind Yeji as Ryujin presumably assumes a somehow sassier position than previous. βI feel like we pamper you too much.β
Jisu laughs and moves her chin so itβs resting on the top of Yejiβs head. βBig words coming from someone not pampering me right now.β
Thereβs a chuckle from Ryujin, but Yejiβs more focused on proving her right and indulging herself in Jisu. Burying her face in her armpit, Yeji relishes in everything she has to offer β the tang of her sweat, the velvet texture of her skin, but mostly Yeji loves the fact that thereβs yet another place β another way β in which she can surrender herself to Jisu.
The fingers on Yejiβs head keep her buried in her underarm, but she wants to know more about Jisuβs other hand. Pulling her mouth away, she rubs at the wet skin with her thumb. Jisu groans and then follows it up with a whimper when Yeji pads up the length of her arm until it finds her hand.
βGodβ¦β Jisu muses as Yeji interlocks their fingers together. βI forget how big your hands are sometimes.β
Yeji has to stifle a laugh as the bed jostles around them yet again. Peeking over her shoulder, she sees Ryujin positioning herself at Jisuβs opposite side. With Yeji occupying both of her hands, Ryujin goes again for Jisuβs mouth. This time, Yeji doesnβt mind. This time, sheβs just as part of this as either of them.
With her other hand free to wander, it doesnβt take long before it settles on the flat of Jisuβs stomach. The question from earlier pops up in her head and sheβs glad that Jisu didnβt fight them on the abs thing. Not only was Yejiβs safety a genuine concern, but she canβt imagine running her hand over Jisuβs stomach and not feeling this.
βSo softβ¦β Yeji mumbles into the crook of Jisuβs arm as she touches her. The delicate fingers entwined with hers. The secret hollow of her armpit. The squish of the skin on her stomach. All. So. Soft.
βYejiβ¦β
Even her name sounds soft as it spills out of Jisu mid-make-out. Yeji is touching her every way she can, but itβs not enough. As much as she likes the feeling of the stomach beneath her hand β the scratches a testament to that β it doesnβt stop her from moving below Jisuβs waist. She skirts her fingers around Jisuβs clit, running them all the way down her folds before bringing them all the way back up before repeating.
βHey, thatβs my spot.β
The words come out of nowhere as Yejiβs hand gets smacked away by Ryujinβs. It takes her a second to process what just happened β her brain rebooting as she looks over to see Ryujinβs hand taking her place between Jisuβs legs.
βWhatβd you do that for?β Yeji asks. Sheβs shaking her hand between them as if it hurts, but sheβs more confused than anything else.
βI can handle this.β Ryujin doesnβt answer her as she noses her way into the nape of Jisuβs neck. βWhy donβt you go take that big hand of yours somewhere else, huh?β
Jisu giggles, eying Yeji with a quirk of her eyebrow. Neither she nor Ryujin can see each other, but theyβve somehow matched each otherβs expressions yet again.
With a roll of her own eyes, Yeji does exactly what sheβs told β but not because she was told to do it. It just so happens that she was planning to do this anyway. As she navigates around Ryujinβs busy hand, her fingers easily find Jisuβs wet cunt before slipping inside of her tight heat.
βHoly fuck, guysβ¦β
Jisuβs pulsing around her, her body responding to the overwhelming stimuli coming at her from all ends. Unlike the rock-solid statue that rode Ryujinβs face earlier, this Jisu is anything but. Sheβs not flailing or threatening to push Yeji off the bed β something that Jisu did feel awful about and apologized for when that happened β but the leg between Yejiβs is grinding against her in a way that is as pleasurable as it is distracting.
After a short stutter surges through her fingers and mouth, she buries her face back into Jisuβs armpit so she can get back to focusing on her approaching orgasm. But itβs hard with each curl and twist of her fingers bringing on another erratic jerk from the limb beneath her. Itβs made even worse as whatever Ryujin is doing is equally as likely to make Jisu jolt, and itβs not until the two manage to fall in line with the other that Yeji can focus until Jisu eventuallyβ
βOh my god.β
Jisu gives it her all when the orgasm washes over her. From the twitch in her jaw to the glimmer in her eyes, Yeji swears sheβs looking at a piece of art as Jisu clenches around her fingers and spills all over them.
βFuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,β Jisu stammers and short-circuits until sheβs able to wrest control of her own body again. βOkay okay okay, thatβs enough.β A gulp, a gasp, and then the smack of Jisuβs hands on both her and Ryujinβs heads brings the fun to a stop β their desire to keep touching her also having synced up. βUnless you guys wanna carry me back to my room,β she breathes, βyou two gotta quit it.β
It sounds like the easiest trade in the world, but Yeji stops nonetheless. She withdraws from the nook of Jisuβs arm β now shiny with saliva and kiss marks β and pulls her fingers out from her legs before sucking them between her lips. The taste of Jisu makes Yeji groan as she swirls her tongue around herself. Itβs a different flavor from the sweat on her body or the spit in her mouth, but itβs still uniquely her all the same.
βHey, save some for me.β
Ryujinβs eying her hungrily with an open mouth. Yeji watches as the tip of her tongue peeks out to wet her lips in anticipation, Yejiβs own tongue stopping in its tracks as she gets ready to comply. Not one to keep her waiting, she pulls out her fingers with a pop before relinquishing them to Ryujin.
Her hand makes it halfway between them before Ryujin gets too impatient and seizes her β her fingers conforming to Yejiβs wrist with practiced familiarity. The two donβt look away from each other, not once breaking eye contact as Ryujin envelops Yejiβs digits with the hot cavern of her mouth.
The heat between Yejiβs legs gets hotter as Ryujin masterfully laps and sucks at her. Ryujinβs tongue diving between each finger. Ryujinβs teeth teasing her skin with each incidental scrape. Ryujinβs hands looking so dainty clamped around Yejiβs larger one. Pressing her fingers down against Ryujinβs tongue, Ryujin moans and Yeji can only ache in return. It makes her wonder if she can come like this alone β with Ryujin writhing around her fingers in a whole new sense of the word β but it ends before she can answer it.
βThanksβ¦β Ryujin slides her mouth off of Yejiβs fingers as she would a finished Popsicle. A string of saliva keeps them joined, breaking only when Ryujin sucks in her lower lip and pulls back fully.
βNo problem.β Yejiβs response comes out hoarse β her mouth suddenly dry β as her hand continues to hang in the air until it gradually falls down to the bed.
βDamn, looks like you guys are ready for another round.β Jisu cuts in between them as she looks from one to the other. βWhat do you say?β
βWhat?β Yeji drops her hand and finds the moisture in her mouth again as she turns to Jisu. βBut you said you wereββ
βI said I was good.β Jisu finishes Yejiβs sentence for her, straightening her back out with a smirk as she gives her a quick up-down. βBut we havenβt even gotten to you yetβ¦isnβt that right, Ryujin?β
βThatβs exactly right, Jisu.β
When Yeji turns back to Ryujin, the only thing she can see is the danger in her eyes. Yeji gulps and inhales slowly as Ryujin circles around and finds some space on Jisuβs leg behind her. Yeji jumps a little when Ryujinβs hands β still wet β land on her hips.
βItβs not fair you get to have all the fun, is it?β she whispers, grazing the edge of Yejiβs ear with her mouth.
Yeji shakes her head, her heart pounding in her chest as Ryujin presses a featherlight kiss against the tip of her ear. She freezes, not wanting to create any distance between them as Ryujin moves down the side of her head until her lips find footing atop Yejiβs shoulder. Her eyelids start to droop as Ryujin showers her back with kisses, but then she feels her chin being lifted.
βHey. Eyes on me, big guy.β Jisu angles Yejiβs head up until theyβre looking at each other. βIβm here too, you know.β She smiles as she slides the hand from Yejiβs chin up to cup her cheek and leans her head forward to kiss her lips. Itβs slow, languid, almost lazy, but thereβs no lack of heat or fire as the whine Yeji feeds into Jisu leaks out as she pulls away a second later.
βHmβ¦I taste good on you.β
Yeji opens her mouth to reply β with what, she doesnβt know β but a moan slips out instead as Ryujin touches her from behind. Itβs not the kisses that have gradually turned into bites that get her. Itβs not even the way Ryujinβs palming her tit. No, itβs the other hand that gets her, the one thatβs slid down her stomach and cupped itself against her cunt as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
βFuck, Yeddeongβ¦youβre so fucking wet,β Ryujin hisses as she pulls away to show Yeji the thick coat of slick covering her hand.
βYou should see the mess she left on my leg.β With a smirk, Jisu lifts her leg up and runs it against Yejiβs slit, getting both of them wetter in the process. βIs this because of us? Did making us come make you feel that good?"
Yeji nods, finding it harder and harder to get the right words out as Ryujin and Jisu continue to tease her. βLike touching you, likeββ
A single digit slides up Yejiβs folds and pushes a gasp out of her mouth. Feeling Jisuβs foot fall away, it gets replaced instantly by Ryujinβs prying fingers. One, two of them inside of her that waste no time in driving her crazy. Yejiβs hips start to shake, the steady seat turning precarious until she feels Ryujinβs chest pressed firmly against her back. βI got you.β Ryujin whispers it into the side of her neck, sealing the promise with a kiss as she snakes her arm possessively around Yejiβs waist.
βThatβs itβ¦just let us take care of you.β Jisu whispers. Sheβs thumbing over Yejiβs cheek so delicately, another hand coming up to brush the stray hairs out of her face. βSo handsomeβ¦youβre doing really good.β
The words hit her harder than anything else, her brain feeling fuzzy and full of static as Jisuβs voice bounces against her ear drums. Her hips are bucking against Ryujinβs fingers, her chest straining against her desperate grasps, but she does her best to keep her head still and safe in the confines of Jisuβs soothing ministrations.
βAre you gonna come?β Jisu asks, the answer already loud in the room.
Yeji whimpers and shakes. Of course sheβs going to come. With Ryujin fucking her so hard and Jisu touching her so soft and her already so close before any of this β itβs kind of crazy to think sheβs managed to hold out for so long.
βYeahβ¦β she whines. Her mouth trembles. She threatens to bite down on her lower lip in case sheβs coming off as too pathetic, but Yejiβs far past that point of worry now as the ache and throb between her legs gets too much for her to handle.
βDo it then.β Jisuβs looking at her, holding her so reverently while she falls apart in her hands. She leans in and places a simpering kiss on the side of Yejiβs quivering lips and whispers βBe a good boy and come for us.β
Yeji comes. White flashes over her eyes. She tightens around the fingers inside her and her mouth falls open and out of Jisuβs caring hand. A moan flops out of her β she thinks, sheβs not entirely sure β before she feels the world collapsing around her untilβ
Sheβs nothing.
Sheβs boneless.
Sheβs lost, sheβs β sheβs beneath some pillows, she thinks. The white in her eyes doesnβt disappear and Yeji eventually realizes that sheβs fallen forward and her head is currently buried in the pile of high thread-count cushions behind Jisu.
βLook at her.β
Jisuβs voice is muffled, but then it starts to get clearer as the pillows around Yejiβs head start to get removed, one-by-one.
βI feel like we deserve a gold star for this one.β
Yeji starts to turn her head to look up at Jisu, but then she feels a welcome hand on top of her head and the signature scritches that come with it. So she doesnβt move, she stays half-trapped beneath the pillows and who she presumes is Ryujin on her back.
βGold stars are tacky.β Ryujin heaves the last word out of her as she struggles to get her hand out from beneath Yeji. With a relieved sigh, she quickly returns to her place on top of her. βYou know whatβs not tacky though?β she asks, her mouth right above Yejiβs ear. βBar-be-que.β Ryujin sounds out every syllable, punctuating each one with a small kiss to the side of her head.
As tired as she is, Yeji still has energy for the grunt and grumble that reflexively spills out of her. Ryujinβs been on a months-long crusade in an attempt to mooch a barbeque dinner out of Yeji. Sheβs said no every single time, not once giving her an inch or second thought. But now? After everything thatβs just happened? Itβs almost enough to make Yeji reconsider.
The phone on the table beside them begins to vibrate, interrupting Yeji as sheβs running through how much money she currently has in her bank account. She doesnβt pay too much attention to the phone, not until Jisu removes the hand from her head to grab it.
βHey Ryujin, look over here.β
Ryujin looks up β as does Yeji β to see Jisu holding up the phone to her face. The little circle on the screen spins before the phone unlocks itself and Jisu whisks it away from them.
βWhy do you have my phone?β Ryujin doesnβt sound mad. She doesnβt sound confused. If anything, it sounds like sheβs wondering why Jisuβs choosing to be on the phone considering what and who is in front of her on the bed right now. βYou better be ordering food or something important like that.β
βI could if you want β a Powerade right now sounds nice.β Jisu gives Ryujin an answer, but she doesnβt give her any attention β her eyes and thumbs instead working away at the phone in her hands. βBut I saw Chaeryeong blowing up your phone. She wants to know if weβre done yet because itβs really hard to fall asleep when thereβs three people fucking next door.β
βOh my godβ¦β Yejiβs cheeks were already flushed, so she canβt imagine how she looks now as she buries her face into the nearest pillow. βShe heard all that?β
βYouβ¦heardβ¦allβ¦that?β Jisu types in the question, one word at a time, before getting a reply instantaneously. βAll of it, yeah. She sent a recording too. You guys want to hear it?β
βNo!β Yeji answers at the same time Ryujin says βYes!β
Craning her head up and back, Yeji musters up enough energy to narrow her eyes at Ryujin in a way that sends her reeling back from her enthusiasm.
With a childish quirk of her mouth and shifty side-eye, Ryujin relents with a quiet, drawn-out βNoβ¦β
βNo problem, Iβll just send it to myself then.β Before Yeji can say anything, the recognizable chime of a message being sent comes from the phone in Jisuβs hand. βSo, what should I tell Ryeongie then?β
βTell herβ¦β
Yeji starts to talk, an answer already at the front of her mind. But then she looks up at Jisu and notices how beautifully the lights above them halo her head. She feels Ryujinβs breasts pressing against her back and her hot breath against her neck. She recalls the fact that theyβve got nothing in their schedule for the next couple of days and can recover easily from whatever happens tonight β whether itβs lack of sleep or strenuous physical activities β before the corners of her lip curl into a Cheshire grin.
βTell her my roomβs unlocked if she wants to borrow my noise cancelling headphones.β
The air in the room starts to buzz with excitement as it becomes increasingly clear that that was the right thing to say. Ryujinβs laughing into the back of Yejiβs neck while her arms wrap around her and pull her in tight. The smile on Jisuβs face turns into a naughty grin as she relays that exact message to Chaeryeong. And Yeji? She stays right where she is β sandwiched between Jisu and Ryujin β waiting until the moment Ryujinβs phone hits the table and they can get right back into it.
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Kinktober is a kinky October prompt challenge thatβs been running in one form or another since 2016. There are three prompts for each day in October, and the challenge is to use one (or more!) of the prompts to create something for that day. If you donβt want to use any of the three daily prompts, you can swap them out for the bonus prompts at the bottom of the prompt list.
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Prompts
Condoms β Bratting β Watersports
Orgy β Embarrassment β Bestiality
Hate Sex β Suspension Bondage β Mind Control
Body Writing β Subspace β Master/Slave
Glory Hole β Cloning/Selfcest β Body Modification
Held Down β Riding Crops β Feeding/Stuffing
Dirty Talk β Cockwarming β Aphrodisiacs
Face Sitting β Switching β Scat
Orgasm Delay/Denial β Discipline β Whips
Gentle Sex β Chains β Noncon
Age Gap β Breathplay β Religion Kink
Phone Sex β Findom β Edgeplay
Frottage β Temperature Play β Emetophilia
Strength Kink β Roleplay β Vore
Corsets β Power Imbalance β Human Furniture
Nipple Play β Conditioning β Predator/Prey
Rough Sex β Begging β Furry
Deepthroating β Rope Bondage β Transformation
Public Sex β Daddy/Mommy Kink β Cigars/Cigarettes
Chaeryeong might have bit off more than she could chew.
She wanted to reward Yeji for all her hard work and figured a little encouragement or nudge would go a long way, but she might have accidentally shoved her over the edge.
