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thinking about seonghwa who you meet out at a bar one night with your friends. it’s a lesbian bar, one you guys have yet to visit.

you’re only a drink and a half down when you see her on the back patio. she’s alone. smoking a cigarette while she stares out into the street.

she thinks it’s cute when you approach her. innocent. the glint in your eyes is nothing but curiosity to her. the bar is packed. it’s a friday night—the younger crowd. there’s no way you’d be more interested in her than a whole bar full of beautiful singles your own age.

you ask her name, subconsciously leaning into her. she tells you. you laugh. nothing’s funny. but the nerves keep bubbling up inside you.

she asks how old you are, and the number tumbles from your lips. she smiles. you’re so young. so much to learn. to experience.

she laughs. it’s a sound you think you’ll never forget. like sinking your face into a cold pillow. or pulling a fresh shirt on after a shower. it’s sweet, smooth. and the lips it comes from circle back around that cigarette. you eye it closely. watching how effortlessly it sits between her fingers. “i’m old enough to be your mother.” your thighs press together. she doesn’t notice.

“what are you doing later?” your voice is softer than you mean. but she hears you.

a look of confusion spreads across your face. she tells you that she’s just going to sleep when she gets home. “let me come with you.”

you’re begging at this point.

“honey,” she’s scolding you. like a teacher telling you you’ve missed the mark. “there are plenty of girls your own age that would love to go home with you tonight.”

you shake your head, eying the cigarette again. it’s sitting in front of your face this time. you wonder if she’ll put it out on you if you asked. you’d let her pick the spot. right in the center of your cheek. so could see it in the mirror every morning and remember how she’d rejected you.

and maybe that’s what you needed all along.

(until you start your new job next week and realize she’s your new boss’s wife)

[everyonewooeverywhere]

NSFW 18+ | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Part 2 -> Cramped Bathrooms, Mixed Feelings

Word Count: 1.9k

Content: smut, fem-bodied sh & reader, lesbian sex, dry humping, scissoring, seonghwa calls herself "mommy," minor miscommunication, reader is insecure, tit sucking, mutual orgasm, not so happy ending

Pairing: Fem!Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

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"Hmm baby…" her voice was coarse from sleep but the sultry tone was still there, tempting you to crawl back into bed with her and spent every moment you could in her arms, "Where are you going so early?"

The alarm clock on her nightstand ticked—it was 8 am.

Her arm slipped around your waist, and she tucked herself into the crook of your neck. There was something about her sweet, flowery scent that made her so irresistible, but there was nothing quite as tempting as the softness of her skin.

"Hwa." You said her name in a breath, "I'm meeting up with friends."

You could feel her lips pout as she pressed them to your bare shoulder, "Aren't they always taking you from me?"

"No one is taking me from you, Hwa," you sighed, but even your exasperated tone couldn't distract her from how you leaned into her touch. "I always come back. You know this."

Seonghwa presses her lips to your neck again, "But you could just stay here." You turned slightly to look down at her, the morning drowsiness was still evident in her eyes, but there is an air of something else in her gaze. Her thumb rubbed gentle circles on the little exposed skin on your hip.

It happens every time, she kept you here with the soft silk of her voice and the gentle caresses of her fingers, the sweet promises of making you feel good. She took you places you'd never known before, and it was always enough to keep you running back.

Her nose trailed down the curve of your neck. She scraped her teeth across your skin gently, sending a shiver down your spine, "Stay with me." She pulled you back down into the bed with practically no resistance. She crawled on top of you, pushing you back onto her pillows. Her beautiful lips curved into a smile, that slow, sexy smile that always made your stomach twist. There was not an inkling of resistance. There never was.

You rested your hands on her plush thighs that hugged your waist, looking up at her, thumbs stroking her skin. You were always in awe of how beautiful she looked. Always. Even now, sleep-stricken after a long night of continuous sex, she was still impossibly beautiful. Her short, dark hair was playfully mused. Her little sleep shorts rode up so you could see the little bites on her thighs you had left the night before. Her long lashes, kiss-swollen lips, and the beautiful flush across her cheeks—it all just made her vaguely inhuman. Like a beautiful succubus, constantly coaxing you back into her bed.

And of course you always came back because no one else could ever replicate the way she made you feel.

Her hands pushed up your shirt, fingers splaying across your stomach. A gentle sigh left her lips, like this was her final plan, to have her way with you this morning—complete freedom.

You could feel it in your gut that this was going to be the last time you were going to see her for a while. She did it every time. Disappeared into thin air only to come back months later like nothing changed. Like she hadn't mad it impossible to enjoy intimacy with anyone else. It made your skin crawl to think about. The endless nights staring at your phone hoping, praying that she'd think to text you. Respond to the videos you sent her with more than just a "cute :)."

It made you feel so pathetic. Hopelessly aching for a woman who only periodically spared you an ounce of her time. A deep pit of jealousy festered every time you watched her Instagram stories, shamelessly liking the sexy ones with just a hope and a prayer she would notice. Her fun night outs with friends. Surrounded with cool, interesting people her own age. The ones who matched her intellectually. The ones that made you feel so stupid every time you saw them pop up in her post.

A constant thorn in your side. A reminder of what you were. Seonghwa's silly little college-aged fling. The girl she kept around for when she wanted to feel worshiped. The girl she kept around for when she wanted to hear her name whispered in a never ending mantra.

Right now, though, it didn't matter. She was here, hands cupping your breasts, and the weight of her hips pinning you to the bed. "Princess," she whispered, lips ghosting over yours. That's right, princess. That's what you got to be to her for now. Her sweet princess. The one who took everything she was given with a love-struck smile on her face.

Your fingers fumbled with the hem of her tank top. Seonghwa chuckled, smiling into her kiss. You pushed her shirt up a little more, fingers clinging to every inch of skin you could find.

She giggled, "Greedy girl." Her breath was hot on your cheek. All you could do was nod as she grasped your hands in her own. She slid them up alongside her flimsy tank top. She lifted herself above you for just a second to peel the shirt off, tossing it to the side of the bed. Her hands grasped yours again, lifting them to her breasts. A gentle moan escaped her throat. "Baby…"

Her voice was so addictive—like a vice sent to this earth to kill you. She breathed in a sharp breath when your lips wrapped around on of her nipples, followed by a gentle rock of her hips. You held each breast so gingerly, cupping them and holding them up to you face. It was just the way she liked it, lips wrapped around one nipple while you played with the other.

She held your head in her hands, fingers tangled in your hair. "Good girl," she cooed, fingers stroking your hair, "You feel so good." Her moans were so gentle and encouraging—soft acknowledgments that you were making her feel good. She brushed the hair out of your face, coddling you as you continued to pleasure her. "You make mommy feel so good, baby. Such a perfect girl who knows how to pleasure mommy just right, yeah?"

You hum in acknowledgment as your tongue flicked over the other nipple. She runs a perfectly manicured finger across the underside of your jaw. "So eager…"

And you know she's getting off on this because the keeps rocking her hips. Her tiny little sleep shorts have ridden up so much that you can see the outline of her red lace panties.

You audibly whine when she pulls away, and she chuckles, "Shh, I know baby. You could do that all night, couldn't you?" You nod, letting her kiss the pout off of your face, "It's okay, my sweet girl. Let me take care of you now, okay?"

She slides off of your hips, moving to slot herself between your legs, "What do you want from me, baby?" Your mind goes blank as she peels your t-shirt off your body, her fingers fiddling with the waistband of your shorts. And she can tell your mind is going fuzzy. She laughs, "I haven't even done anything yet. And my babygirl is already so pliant" She kisses down your chest and to your stomach. Her nails trickle down your chest, causing your back to arch. "You have to tell mommy what you want, though, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you." Her lips kiss the soft curve of your stomach.

"I want to feel you…" you look down at her with big eyes, your face burning from the anticipation.

Seonghwa chuckles, sliding your shorts down your legs and tossing them to the side, "Don't get shy on me now, baby. Tell mommy what you really want." She drags one of her fingers overtop of your underwear, causing a small gasp from you, "Do you wanna feel mommy's pussy against yours? Is that what you want? To cum all over mommy's pussy?" You nod frantically, "Then use your words, baby. I want to hear it from your pretty lips."

You watch with almost an awestruck gaze as she swings one leg over your hip, and you can feel the pulsing of yourself against her. The fabric of your panties grind against each other gently, but it's enough to make you moan softly, "I want—" she rolls her hips, chuckling when you gasp at the friction, "I want to feel your pussy, mommy…"

"Good girl," her hand flattens against your stomach, bracing herself as she rolls her hips again. Your hand flies up to your mouth as a strangled gasp leaves you. "Feel good, baby?" You nod, grasping her thigh with your other hand, blunt nails digging into her skin. Everything about her on top of you just feels too unreal—her weight pinning you to her bed, her bare chest on full display, her hands softly caressing your chest and stomach, and the irresistible way she calls you baby.

She's so focused on your pleasure, knowing that every roll of her hips sends a shock wave right through you. You reach down to where your hips connected, sliding her panties to the side and watching as her face lights up at your action. "Oh you feel so good, princess," her finger loops through your underwear, sliding it over just enough to feel her bare cunt against your own. "So wet…" she barely whispers, rolling her hips against yours.

"Oh!" Your back arches at the sensation, "Please…" You don't even know what your begging for. It all feels too good. Both of you so wet—fitting together so well.

"It's okay, baby," she leans down over you, bracing herself on the headboard. Her chest is in your face again, just close enough for your to bury your face in them again.

You moan as your lips wrap around her nipple, tongue flicking at the bud. And you know she's close when her chest starts heaving that she's close. Your hips start to move with hers desperately trying to make her feel as good as she always makes you feel.

"Oh princess…I'm close," she mutters above you, her word breathless, "Keep doing that." She tangles her hand in your hair, holding your face to her chest.

Your legs shake, toes curling into her white, wrinkled sheets. "Come for me, baby," she yanks you away from her chest, watching your orgasm wash over your face—the pinch of your eyebrows and way your mouth drops wide open. It's enough to make her come right alongside you. You legs tangled together, bodies pressed against each other.

She rolls her hips through the orgasm. Letting you both feel every second.

You hardly even register when she collapses beside you. All you feel is her arms pulling you into her, the gentle strokes of her fingers along your back.

You tuck your face into her neck, inhaling every bit of her scent you can. Your legs tangle together, every action a desperate attempt to keep her close.

To keep her close before everything disappears again. Close enough that it doesn't just feel like a hopeless dream. And maybe one day she'd love you in the same way you loved her.

When she kisses the top of your forehead it feels like maybe this time she'll stay. And you won't be left alone in her wrinkled sheets chasing a hopeless dream of being loved by her—Park Seonghwa, the only woman who you feel like you could ever love.

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Part 1 -> Wrinkled Sheets, Hopeless Dreams

Synopsis: She's been gone. For months. Gone for work without a word. And no matter what you do, nothing takes her of your mind. She's bad for you, you can't even deny it. But there's nothing that could keep you from crawling back.

Fem Situationship!Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warnings: mommy kink, small age gap, fingering, angst, sapphic yearning, dishonesty, not so happy ending, everyone is gay here

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Something about this bar always made everything feel cramped. There were too many people in one place, drunk and overly-enamored with one another. Torn up booths lined the walls, illuminated by dingy light bulbs that flicked every time they shook. There was a dance floor in the far corner, but it generally went unused, patrons congregating at the bar in the center of the building instead.

You couldn't even remember the name, it was something innocuous and bland that could've been attributed to a bar, a nightclub, or even a restaurant if the right person was in charge.

Not that you really cared, Yunho was the one who brought you here. Dragged you out of your apartment by force, stealing your phone and forcing you to stop this pathetic cycle of pitying yourself.

"No more of this," he'd dangled the phone in front of your face before slipping it into the back pocket of his jeans, "you are wasting away your twenties moping about some girl who only gives you the time of day once a quarter." He'd yanked you out of bed and pushed you toward your closet, "I love you, but this is pathetic. Now change. Wooyoung is waiting downstairs, and I fear she might rip our heads off if we're not in the queue by ten."

You admired his efforts, he'd been watching you pine helplessly for the better part of two years now. Most friends would've given up, let you lay around and feel sorry for yourself, but he never did. Even when sometimes you wish he would.

He had half a mind not to bring his boyfriend. You asked him on the way over, trying to drown out Wooyoung bickering with her girlfriend over the phone in the backseat, "Where's Yeosang?"

Yunho chuckled, "He was offended I even asked him to leave the apartment after nine-thirty."

You smiled softly, "Well, maybe we can come over to your place one of these days. I haven't seen him in a while."

"Sure," Yunho nodded, pulling into the nearly-full parking lot a few blocks from the bar, "he'd love to see you guys."

Wooyoung huffed in the backseat, shoving her phone into her black sequin purse, "Are we there yet?"

"Yes, princess," Yunho rolled his eyes, "we just need to walk two blocks."

You eyed her cautiously, "I'm assuming Jun is not coming…?"

Wooyoung grumbled, "Of course not." She slid out of the backseat as you opened the door for her, "She's probably fucking that fucking clingy coworker of hers."

"Alright you two," Yunho pressed his hands to both of your backs, "no girlfriends. No situationships." You and Wooyoung let him nudge you out of the parking lot and towards the bar.

You sat at the booth Yunho snagged, twirling your straw in your drink. Yunho sat across from you, watching as Wooyoung flirted with the bartender. "What are we gonna do with her?" You muttered with a chuckle.

"What are we gonna do with you?" He takes a sip of his beer, "Have you heard from her?"

A soft sigh escapes your lips, "No, not since the last time we hung out."

Last you heard, she'd returned to Seoul just a couple weeks ago after a two month long modeling gig in Tokyo back in September without even saying goodbye. She'd kissed you gently with a soft farewell and was in Japan the next week without a word—you'd found out through an Instagram repost by the shoe brand she was working for.

It always hurt when she ghosted you out of the blue, each time worse than the last. You learned more about her every time—about her love for ambient farming sims, her disdain for love triangles, even her little magnet collection. Each night unlocked a new thing to love, but it all eventually ended without a word. Every time.

It's just casual. That's all it is.

It was a lie you could hardly ever bring yourself to believe.

Yunho sighed, "I just can't fathom what you see in her."

You opened your mouth, a defense on the tip of your tongue. But it never came.

His words came first. "Sure, I'm sure the sex is great, but I hope…well I hope you know you're worth hell of a lot more than being treated like that's all your good for."

You stared down into your drink, humming in acknowledgement. But the truth was, he was wrong.

She had told you this from the beginning. She was a busy woman with a hectic career. There was never going to be a relationship between you that was any more than sex, the intimacy was simply foreplay. And you both knew that.

But you couldn't help it. The deep jealousy that simmered in your gut when you saw her online posting with the same friends— people who got to know her on a level you never would.

"We don't have to talk about it," Yunho comforted, "but if you want to, just know I'm here."

You smiled a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, "Thanks, Yuyu."

—

"Isn't he beautiful?" Wooyoung leaned against you, admiring the man behind the bar.

You had to admit, he was beautiful. Dark, cropped hair, strong eyebrows to match, broad, tanned shoulders that filled out his black tee. Very much her type— you'd seen dozens of them before.

Yunho peered down at her, a skeptical look on his face, "And your girlfriend?"

Wooyoung shrugged, flashing her screen in your faces. An unopened message was her only notification. From JUNIE🖤. "I'm tired. I don't want to do this with you anymore."

"Seems…vague," you muttered.

But it didn't matter. Any amount of brain power you dedicated to their eternally dysfunctional relationship felt futile. They'd probably be out for a romantic dinner by the end of the month for Wooyoung's birthday— you learned to stop questioning it.

The bartender came around with another round of shots—all on Yunho. You grabbed one, immediately tossing it back. It stung going down the back of your throat.

"Yunho?" You heard a voice call from behind you.

You watched as a large smile spread across Yunho's face, "Mingi!" He reached an arm out toward a man who was only just barely familiar to you. He was just as tall as Yunho and dressed in what you could only describe as "vaguely emo boyfriend attire."

You smiled up at the stranger when he pulled away from Yunho, who introduced you as his friend.

"What're you doing here?" Yunho asked his friend, "I thought you were still in the States until next year."

Mingi chuckled, "That was the plan, yeah, but my partner wanted to be back in Seoul for December. Plus my work is pretty mobile, so I figured we might as well come home for a bit." He looked around the bar, eyes locking with someone walking toward you, "Ah speak of the devil." He reached his hand out toward you more than recognized, "Baby, come here."

Hongjoong was shorter in person than in photos, but the black and white split dye and scattered ear piercings were more than recognizable. You had never seen them in person, but from your more than frequent stalking of Seonghwa's Instagram stories, it felt like meeting an old friend.

Mingi introduced them to you and Yunho, eliciting nothing more than a small nod. Not even a glimpse of recognition flashed across their face.

It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, but you couldn't help it. The person you had assumed to be one of Seonghwa's closest friends didn't recognize you at all.

They had no idea who you were.

—

You could still hear the loud music of the bar from inside the too-small bathroom. The thin walls did little to nothing to stop the sounds of a loud Saturday night happening outside them.

You could tell that Yunho knew what was going on when you told him you were going to the bathroom, how his eyes flitted from Hongjoong to you and then back to Hongjoong.

It felt pathetic to be upset over something so minuscule. So what if Seonghwa never talked about you to her friends? So what if they had no clue about the long nights you'd spent together? The nights that often crossed the line of what it meant to be simply friends with somebody.

For how much of your day you spent thinking about her, you couldn't help but yearn for it to go both ways.

You pulled a lip liner from the front pocket of your purse, leaning over the sink to reapply it in the mirror. Something about the simple motion was grounding, a reminder that you could exist in a space that was your own, one that didn't revolve around a woman who hardly allowed you to cross her mind. As you slid a bit of gloss overtop it, you heard one of the stall doors creek behind you.

You recognized her by her perfume alone, the sweet vanilla, notes of warm rose that seemed to haunt you. It took everything in you not to look up at her as she washed her hands beside you, you simply focused on your lips in the mirror, reapplying the gloss as if she wasn't even there.

"I like that color on you," her voice was just as soft as ever. The gentle warmth of her maturity never failed to make your stomach flutter.

"Thank you," you muttered, attempting the screw the top of your lip gloss back on with shaky hands.

Seonghwa chuckled, "Let me help." Her perfect burgundy gel manicure came into view, plucking the gloss from your hands.

With a stuttering breath, you finally looked up at her.

She was just as beautiful as always. The same soft tan across her face had only just barely faded from the summer, her long lashes fluttered against her cheeks every time she blinked. And her lips, God, they looked just as soft and kissable as they did every time you saw her.

"H-how have you been?" You shouldn't be talking to her. You tried to reel yourself in. Every alarm in your head told you to snatch your lip gloss back and leave her here alone like she'd done to you countless times before.

But that Seonghwa-shaped devil on your shoulder was never going to lose. This might be the last time you see her for months. Maybe ever. No one makes you feel the way she does. How could you pass this up? Especially when she looks so stunning in the low light of the bathroom.

She laughed softly, grasping your hand and sliding your lip gloss into your palm, "I've been good. Busy." She folded your fingers over the gloss, but her hand never left yours. "I missed you, though," her voice lowered just slightly as she stepped closer to you, her body leaning on the counter top. Her nails trailed up your forearm, thumb gently stroking the skin of your arm, "How have you been?"

Good. Wonderful. So productive and fulfilled. Any number of responses you could have used to lift yourself, to give her less power.

"Lonely."

God. How could she be so beautiful frowning down at you with pity cast over her eyes?

"Baby…" she muttered, hand coming up to your face, thumb brushing over your cheek softly. The concern that pinched between her brows made your stomach churn. "Why didn't you call? You could've come to visit me, I wouldn't have minded the company."

You scoffed, "Right, because there was no one there to keep you company."

Seonghwa was a bit taken aback by the comment, but her gentle movements never faltered, "I mean…there were a couple, but you know I always love to see you."

"Hwa," you mumbled, placing your hand over the one stroking your face, "why do you insist on making me feel special? When I know I'm not?"

"Wha—"

You cut her off before she could continue, "Come on, we do this every time. You hold me, kiss me, fuck me like I'm the only one, like I'm the only girl. Special. And then you turn around and pretend I don't exist for months." You take a deep breath, "I only ever see you again when we wind up like this. in some twist-of-fate moment that brings us back together."

From the way her hand stills on your face, you can tell she's taking a moment to let it sink in, allowing your words to wash over her. But her eyes never waver.

She takes a deep breath, "I'm sorry that I've made you feel like this." You can feel the but hanging off the end of her sentence. Her hand falls from your face, reaching to grasp your hand instead, "But I thought that was our agreement. This is casual. We have fun while we can, while we have the time. I don't…I didn't mean for this to hurt you." She lifts a hand to her mouth, lips just barely brushing your middle and ring finger. She pulls you just a bit closer, your hips nearly touching. Her lips kiss your palm once, gently, before she runs her nose along the curve of your wrist.

"Hwa…" You let her fully step into your space now. Every part of you knows you should push her away, tell her that you can't do this anymore. You can't live on the edge of your seat, jumping at every notification on your phone and praying to see her name across the screen.

But you can never push her away.

"Can I make it up to you?" The warmth of her beautiful brown eyes is shrouded in thinly veiled lust. "Can I make you feel less lonely?"

She takes both of your hands in hers, placing them on her waist, the rich velvet of her skirt wrinkles under your touch. You feel her fingers trail back up your arms, nails softly scraping your skin, giving you goosebumps. She braces one of her hands on the side of your neck, lips just hovering over the other side. Your eyes flutter closed, pausing in anticipation— but she doesn't move. She's waiting for you.

"Please," your voice comes out cracked, tired, your resolve completely crumbling to the ground. You let her pick up the pieces of the heart she's broken with her own hands, her lips the glue to hold it all together.

You let her guide you across the small bathroom and into one of the cramped stalls. It's gross, unsanitary, but with the gentle caress of her lips against your neck, you can't find it in yourself to care. Every alarm bell fades under her whispers in your ear.

"I missed you so much," her breath is hot on your neck, hands fiddling with the button on your jeans. She pops the button open as easy as she always does, fingers expertly pulling the zipper down. She smiles at the sight of the black lace of your panties, "Pretty."

Her finger picks at the waistband, letting the elastic snap back against your skin. It sends a shiver down your spine, "Hwa…" It's the only word you can mutter, it's all you can think when she slides a hand down the front of your panties, swiping her finger across the wet patch forming.

"Princess," her free hand cups your chin, bringing your eyes to hers— your faces so close that your eyelashes are nearly touching, "you dressed up so pretty for me." Your eyes float down to her lips, cherry red and just as fucking kissable as they always are. She smirks, "I'll kiss you, baby, but you have to promise me one thing." You nod mindlessly, anything to feel her lips on yours for the first time in months. "Let me come home with you tonight."

The request makes you pause. Mind clearing up just a bit, you ask, "My place?" Seonghwa nods, her smile ever soft and encouraging.

Why? The question floats through your mind. She's never wanted to come to your place before, every time you met it was either at her house or at a random five-star hotel near one of her shoots. You never really questioned it, but now that she's brought up your place specifically, you can't help but feel odd about the specification.

"What's wrong with your place?"

She shrugs, playing with a piece of your hair and you try to ignore the feeling of her hand in your pants. "I just wanna see your place," she runs a nail down your neck, "and I know you live closer to this bar than I do."

You nod, thoughts straying further and further from any more questions rising in your brain, alarm bells dulled once again by the feeling of her finger pulling down the elastic band of your underwear. "Okay," you breathe, "you can come over."

A soft smile spreads across her face, "Perfect." It's a small whisper, but in the next instant her lips are on yours, just as sweet and perfect as you remember.

Every thought, every reservation leaves your mind completely. All you can feel is the brushes of her fingers and the caress of her lips— even when her hand dips down into the front of your panties, the feelings all meld into one.

It all just feels like her.

Her touch. Her experience. Her perfect body. Her coaxing words. Just cogs in a machine to keep you dragging behind her, even when she's gone.

"You're so wet, Princess," she breathes, two fingers sliding across your clit. Circling. Teasing.

All words are lost on you. Except for one. "Mommy—" It's a strangled, weak little moan. She giggles, kissing your cheek.

She sinks two fingers inside of you, groaning at the feeling of you wrapping around her, "Always so tight for Mommy, aren't you?" The low whine in the back of your throat coaxes her on. She presses her lips to your ear, "Once you cum on my fingers, we can go home, okay?"

You nod, "Please…"

"Always so loud," her voice is low. "You don't care if anyone hears, do you? Want everyone to hear how you fall apart on your Mommy's fingers."

You don't care. You'd let anyone hear just how good she made you feel if it encourages her to keep going, to keep her fingers moving inside you.

Her thumb circles your clit, pushing you closer and closer. "Please—" your voice split, "I'm so close."

"Good girl," she pressed her lips back to your neck, feeling the vibrations of your moans.

She added another finger, pulling a desperate moan from you. Your legs shake, whole body shivering under her touch. Everything felt so raw. So heated. The way she pressed up against you, her hair tickling your jaw as she sucked hickeys onto your neck, her fingers burrowed deep inside you. It was everything you had dreamed of in the months she was gone.

"Cum for me," she whispered against your skin when she felt you tighten around her. And you did, with your legs shaking and breathy moans escaping you. She held her fingers inside you as you ground your orgasm out on her palm.

—

The ride back to your place was quiet. You gave her quick little directions here and there, but she simply nodded in acknowledgment, hand softly stroking your thigh. Her quietness unsettled you, but you tried to calm your nerves, sinking into the black leather seat of her Mercedes. It was nearly winter, but she had the top down anyways, wind rustling both of your hair.

You glanced over toward her, but you couldn't read her face. She always made a good show out of not showing you what she was feeling unless she wanted you to know. The wind blew her hair away from her face, showing her soft cheekbones, sharp jaw, and how she swallowed harshly every time you looked at her.

When would this end? You repeated it to yourself constantly, begging yourself to have even an ounce of self preservation. But then you looked at her, and you remembered why you put yourself through it all.

The thought of not being with her shot you straight through the heart. Just the prospect of seeing her in the arms of someone else was enough to make you do anything to keep her right beside you.

It was like she switched on when she pulled into the parking garage of your complex. "C'mon, baby," she grasped your hand, walking with you to the elevator, "let's go upstairs."

She placed an arm around your waist, letting you lean against her side as the elevator climbed floor after floor. It all felt so… domestic.

Seonghwa had never held you in public before. That's what always made you're relationship so thrilling— the secrecy of it all. The knowledge that you were her dirty little secret, her sweet, hidden plaything that was always so good for her in the dark.

She hung her coat on the coat rack, slipping your jacket off of your shoulders and folding it over her forearm.

"Hwa…" you muttered as you watched her walk through your apartment. She slipped her heels off right next to your sneakers, the maroon velvet pristine despite the wet pavement outside, the grime of the bar she'd just fingered you in.

Her arms stretched over her head as she headed toward your bedroom like she'd been here a thousand times before,"Will you make me some tea, baby? I'm gonna hop in the shower."

Your eyebrows pinched together, but she was gone before you could question it. For Seonghwa, a shower meant she was done for the night. So why was she here, if you weren't gonna have sex? Why your place? Why even bother making the trip here?

You messed around in the kitchen, stalling. The uncertainty of it all is paralyzing. Maybe she was for real this time, maybe tonight was the night she was going to confess her love to you, hold you close and tell you she was ready to be with you. You'd cry in her arms, tell her that she was the most beautiful thing in the world— the fantasy played out in your head like a movie as you poured hot water over the tea bag, watching as the water swirled the tea leaves.

A shrill ring broke you out of your trance. It was a phone, not the one in your pocket, but coming from your door. She must've left it in her coat, you thought, quickly reaching for the device in her hanging pocket. You didn't even think about it, a good girlfriend would want her partner to know she was missing a call, after all.

But every possibility came crashing down the moment you looked at the call vibrating in your hand.

"Baby ❤️"

It was plastered over the top of her screen. Over a photo of Seonghwa. With an arm around her. You couldn't see his face, but you could tell it was a man, his tattooed arm tight around her waist. She looked so comfortable. You couldn't ignore it, the elephant staring you right back in the face.

The ring.

The massive gold banded diamond sitting on her forth finger.

One that was noticeably absent when that finger was inside of you an hour ago.

And suddenly it all made sense. The insistence on your place, the soft touches, the stoic drive home. All the product of a closeted girl dragging you through her game, just as she'd done for so long.

You wondered as you walked back to your bedroom, how long have they been together? Did she love him? Did she let him fuck her? Did she hold him like she held you?

She was sitting in your bed, hair damp, your pajamas draped over her body. You slid her phone into her hand— tea abandoned in the kitchen. "You missed a call," you mumbled, sliding into bed beside her, still in your denim shorts and club top.

A stiffness ran down her spine. You could feel it when you wrapped your arms around her, tears forming in your stinging eyes.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, voice shaking. It was the only time you'd ever seen her not sure of herself, the only time she's ever shown any sign of doubt. Of pity. Of remorse.

No words came out of either of your mouths after that. But in your mind, you pleaded with her to stay.

You cried into her chest for hours, letting her stroke your hair, comforting you for a plague that was all of her own making. You hugged her tighter than you ever had before, begging for her to stay, to give you the chance that she gave him. The chance to treat her right. You fell asleep like that, wrapped in her arms.

And when you woke up, she was gone. The pajamas she borrowed folded neatly at the end of the bed.

Just like you knew she'd be.

Because in the end, it was never really mixed feelings.

You were never the end game.

Just the girl she drug along.

[joonie-joon]

Best of Friends

Pairing: Fem!SeonghwaXFem!Reader

Genera: smut

Summary: you and your female best friend Seonghwa take your close friendship to the next level.

Content warnings: 18+ no minors. Seonghwa is female in this with female body parts. Uses she/her/they pronouns. Mutual masturbation. Nipple play. Assisted masturbation. Use of sex toys. Oral sex. Face riding. Multiple orgasms.

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“Ugh, I hate my body. I can’t fill out any shirts how I want.” Seonghwa groaned, turning and posing different ways in the mirror.

“Please.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back against the pillows of her bed. “You’re literally a model. I don’t want to hear it.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be critical. I mean, look.” She said, taking her shirt off and turning to face you. Her breasts bare and perky. You had seen them before since you both have been friends practically your whole life. This was no different to you.

“Yes, I see your boobs. I’ve seen them many times. I don’t get the issue?” You persisted, making her scoff.

“Yours are so much better. You have the perfect size and the perfect nipples. Every outfit you wear looks great on you.”

You grumbled and pulled your own top off, revealing your breasts.

“Look, they’re uneven.”

“Oh, whatever!” Seonghwa brushed you off. “I guess nobody ever likes their body.”

“I guess not. Especially their vagaina.”

“Wait, you don’t like your vagina? Why?” Seonghwa turned around to you in shock.

“I dunno.” You shrugged. “I guess I don’t really have anything to compare it to. So I think it looks weird.”

“Hmm..” she thought for a moment and then started to undo the button on her pants.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Your eyes widen in panic.

“I think we have known each other long enough where we can be naked in front of each other and it not be weird.” She told you. “Plus, I’m already half naked. We’re almost there as it is.”

Seonghwa dropped her pants and panties and stood naked in front of you. She didn’t give you much time to prepare some sort of reaction before walking over to the bed and sitting down on it, legs spread open for you to take a closer look.

“See?” She took her slender fingers between her legs and spread her lips. Her labia spread open like a flower, revealing her clit that was just long enough to slightly poke out of her lips. “It’s kinda pretty right? Like a flower.”

“It is. But, mine doesn’t look like that.” You sighed. “Maybe mine is weird or something.”

“Enough of that. Show me!” She said all frustrated, making you giggle. You complied and pushed your pants down your thighs and tossed them off the bed. Spreading your legs just like she was for her to look at your pussy.

“It’s so pretty, are you kidding? You have a porn star pussy.” Seonghwa gasped, craning her neck forward to get a closer look.

“Me? That’s definitely yours. Everything looks so.. perfect I guess. I mean, my clit doesn’t look like that. It does but just, yours looks more open and exposed.”

“That’s true, it is. That’s why it’s perfect for the clit sucker toy I bought a while back. The suction cup settles over it nicely.”

“Clit sucker? They make those?”

Seonghwa quickly turned to her bedside table and opened her drawer, taking out a medium size object.

“Ta-da!” She said, holding up the toy. “This is my other best friend.”

“I still don’t get it. It sucks? It doesn’t vibrate?” You asked, still bewildered. Seonghwa spread her legs again and bend them up at the knee, placing her feet flat on the mattress.

“So this part right here..” she pointed to the white suction cup on the end of the toy. “..goes over my clit.”

She brought the toy down between her legs and secured the end around her clit. Your eyes widened in shock at the view in front of you but, couldn’t find the words to speak. You were speechless.

“Then, I just hit this power button and-“ you heard the very soft hum of the toy coming to life. Seonghwa’s hips twitched ever so slightly but, her face stayed casual. “-and now it’s sucking my clit.”

You watched her cunt intently, noticing how wetness started to spread over her labia. She didn’t make a sound but, her breathing started to get a bit rapid. You looked up at her face and found her flushed, lips parted ever so slightly.

“So um, yeah-“ she stuttered, voice a bit weak. “That’s how it works.”

“And that’s all it does?” You ask softly.

“It has more speeds. It can suck even harder.” She clicked the button one more time and the strumming of the toy got a bit louder. You saw her toes press deep into the mattress.

“Um, do you mind if- I don’t know if you thought it be weird if I, you know..” she stuttered through short gasps. “..I’m just right there.”

She was asking if she could cum in front of you, on the brink of climax. Her arousal was dripping onto the bed and you could see a faint pulsing in her entrance. It should be weird, even for friends. But, then again, why did you want to see it? You looked up at her and found her staring at you. Bottom lip tucked in painfully between her teeth as she tried to hold back her orgasm while she got your permission. Seeing her like that took your breath away and made you wet between your thighs. Not knowing what to say, you just nodded your head ‘yes.’

Seonghwa clicked the button one more time on the toy, making the suction stronger. Her heels lifted off the bed and her eyes fluttered closed, her pelvis rocking back and forth as if she was grinding onto the toy.

“Oh fuck.. I’m gonna cum.” She whimpered. Her voice and pretty sounds she made made a wave of head spread to your cheeks and nipples harden.

“Let me see.” You whispered, not even realizing you said it out loud. The words landed erotically in her ears and made her come crashing down into her release. She moaned loudly with her head thrown back in pleasure. You couldn’t take you eyes off of her cunt, watching as her hole clenched open and closed as her orgasm continued. You suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have your fingers inside of her while she did that.

Seonghwa clicked off the toy and pulled it away from her pussy, body convulsing slightly with aftershocks of her orgasm. She started to giggle, feeling floaty from cumming. You giggled to but more due to the shock of what had just happened. Still admiring her body in front of you.

“Wow so.. yeah. That just happened.” She said, sitting back up in the bed once she found her breath. “Now, it’s your turn.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. I’ve shown you how to use it so use it. If you like it I’ll get you one for your birthday.” She smiled and handed you the toy. The suction cup was still wet with the remainder of Seonghwa’s orgasm. You hesitated just a little but the got into the same position Seonghwa had just been in, spreading yourself open in front of her. She immediately saw how wet you were but, didn’t make a comment. Not wanting you to chicken out.

You placed the suction around your clit, feeling it hit into the opening nice and snug. You looked up at Seonghwa, trying to find some sort of reassurance. She nodded her head slightly, a small smile on her face.

“Yes, like that. Now, hit the button one time.” She told you, and you clicked the toy on.

“OH.” You gasped and your toes curled. The toy started to suck on your clit, feeling like the softest lips pulling gently at the swollen nub.

“Right? Doesn’t it feel good?”

You just nodded your head frantically, afraid you would moan if you opened your lips. Your fingers of your free hand clawed into the sheets desperately.

“Turn it up a little.” She told you and you clicked it one more time. The strength making your eyes roll into the back of your head and pussy clench. You bit your lip trying to hold back the noises threatening to spill into the room. Seonghwa noticed your hesitation.

“You can cum if you want. I don’t mind.” She encouraged you. “Whatever you need to do to get there is okay.”

You breathed out a whimper an started to let your moans flow out freely. The sounds echoing off her bedroom walls and settling between her thighs, making her wet again. She watched you for minutes, entranced by you but realizing there was something keeping you from your climax.

“Is something wrong?” She asks.

“No- I just- I’m so close. But I keep losing it.” You whimper, frustrated.

“What do you need? Seriously, tell me anything.” She told you and you immediately knew what you needed to ask for. You looked up at your best friend, worried how things would change if you asked and it went further than what this already was. But, the fire between your legs made you decide to worry about it later. Right now, you were desperate to cum.

“Can you touch my nipples?” You asked her softly, your noice full of nerves. Seonghwa nodded and climbed over to where you were sitting. She placed two of her fingers on top of one of your pebbled nipples and started to rub circles on the hard peak.

“Oh god..” you groaned, throwing your head back from the new stimulation.

“Is this okay?” Seonghwa asked breathlessly. You looked over at her and nodded your head. The expression on your face making her soaked. She could tell by your glossy eyes and trembling lips you were about to cum. She was entranced, locked in your irises, and her face slowly started to drift closer and closer to yours. Her fingers still on your breasts and now her lips brushing against yours, you leaned in and connected to her soft mouth.

The kisses were soft and gentle at first as you both cautiously found each other’s comfortable rhythm. The intensity of the kisses deepening as you continued, your thighs opening up and pelvis pushing into your toy harder as things heated up. It felt so good. Too good. And when Seonghwa snaked her long tongue into your mouth and dragged it across yours, you came.

You moaned into her mouth as your orgasm washed over you and she moaned back, consumed in the erotic nature of the intimate moment. She continued to kiss you until your orgasm was over. Your hips twitched when you pulled the toy off your swollen and throbbing clit.

You pulled away from Seonghwa and stared at her gasping for air and eyes wide. Her expression was like a mirror, completely in shock. Not only had you both just masturbated in front of each other, you had both kissed. Something more intimate and close than anything sexual you both could have possibly done together.

“I-“ you tried to think of something to say but nothing came to mind. You were afraid of the mood becoming awkward before Seonghwa finally spoke.

“So, did it feel like a real mouth?” She asked you, her voice a bit weak. You didn’t respond for a minute, taken aback by her casual question after such an intimate moment.

“Oh.” You shook your head ever so slightly to focus yourself. “I uh- I wouldn’t know. Nobody has ever gone down on me before.”

“Are you serious? God- you’ve always dated such losers.” She said, getting up onto her knees on the bed and crawling over to settle herself between yours.

“Wait, what-“

“We’re best friends, right?” She asked you, looking up at you from between your thighs. Her beautiful face just inches from your throbbing pussy.

“Right.”

“Okay, so, this is just us being really close friends.” She shrugged, a small smile spreading across her face. “Don’t overthink it.”

Your tiniest tinge of wariness was greatly overshined by how horny the view of Seonghwa between your legs made you. Instead of holding yourself back, you nodded, and spread your legs further as an invitation. She winked at you in reassurance and wrapped her arms around your hips, using her grip to pull you close to her. And, with one swift move, she pushed her tongue between your folds and licked her way up to your clit.

“Oh-fuck!” You moaned in shock, your back arching off of the bed. You tried to squirm away but Seonghwa held you securely to her mouth, circling your clit between her lips. She suckled on your clit, lapping the swollen bundle of nerves with her tongue periodically. Each drag of her tongue making the pleasure grow even more intensely between your thighs. This didn’t feel like the toy she had let you use. It was so SO much better.

“Seonghwa.. Hwa, oh my god. Wait-“ your fingers laced themselves in her hair, not knowing if you should push her away or pull her face deeper into your cunt. She knew how intense this must be for you but, refused to let up, wanting you to feel every bit of pleasure she gave. She used all her strength to fight off any attempts to push her away from your pussy. Her mouth never ceasing to lick and suck your now overstimulated clit. She loved how your hips tensed around her cheeks each time she flicked her tongue in just a certain way that made electricity shoot through your body. She was obsessed with the pretty noises she was pulling out of you, your moans turning her on. She started to moan in return, the vibrations landing directly on your clit and brining you right to the brink.

“Oh my god, Hwa. Stop. Stop or I’m gonna cum-“ you choked out the warning, unable to finish as she excitedly sucked down hard on your clit, sending you into an earth shattering orgasm. You came dramatically on her tongue, your back arching off the bed and thighs clamping down around her shoulders. She lapped at your clit until your orgasm subsided, your body twitching as her tongue became a bit too much.

“Please! Okay, okay!” You giggled, finally succeeding in forcing her away from you. Seonghwa smiled, her lips and chin glossy in your cum. She looked more beautiful than she ever had before. Almost as if you were really seeing her for the first time.

“Did you like it?” She asked eagerly.

“Uh, yeah. You couldn’t tell?” You laughed in disbelief that she was actually asking you that question. “How did you learn how to do that?”

“Just by messing around with a few people. Practice makes perfect.”

“Is it hard?” You asked, a strong tone of curiosity in your voice.

“Not really. You just have to try different things and listen to how your partner responds to it. And, when it’s sounding good, don’t stop what you’re doing.” She paused briefly, biting her lip and looking at you with nothing but lust in her eyes. “Lay down. Let me teach you.”

You settled down onto the pillow and Seonghwa crawled up further on the bed, straddling your chest. Your heart skipped a beat, not knowing where she was going with this. She could sense your hesitation.

“I’m going to sit on your face.” She explained. “It seems intimidating but, it’s one of the easiest ways to learn.” She scooted up further, her pussy now directly over you. She was glistening wet, and you swear you could see her clit pulsing from how aroused she was. It made your mouth water.

“I’m going to lower myself down onto you but, I’ll hold most of my weight. You’re going to use your tongue on me just like I did to you.”

You let her know it was okay to continue and she lowered her cunt down onto your mouth, your outstretched tongue slipping inside of her folds. The taste was mild and a bit salty, delicious. You hummed into her cunt in satisfaction from how tasty she was, making her eyes roll back into her head.

“Shit..” she mumbled. “Now, stick your tongue out. Make sure I can feel it against my clit-yeah, fuck. Right there!” Seonghwa could feel your tongue against her throbbing clit. Without giving it much through, she started to rock her hips to drag herself across your slick tongue, riding it. You grabbed her hips after you heard her moan of pleasure, letting you know what you were doing was feeling good, and helped her move as she rode your face.

Seonghwa’s moans sounded almost as if she was singing, her heavenly noises helping you get into the rhythm of what she needed you to do an be. Your hands released her thighs for a few minutes to reach up and grab her breasts, taking the soft rounds in your palms and giving them a squeeze as she rode you. She looked beautiful, ethereal, above you. And you could tell by her facial expression she was close to another orgasm.

“You’re doing so fucking good baby. Right there! Right there-“ her hips bucked wildly on each side of your face as her climax rushed towards her, pressing her hips down hard against you as she chased the feeling. You could feel her cunt tensing and, with two more thrusts of her thighs, felt her clit start to pulsate against your tongue as her orgasm washed over her.

Seonghwa moaned loudly, gripping onto her headboard as she came to keep her upright. She continued to ride your tongue through her climax until she couldn’t take it anymore, her body flexing her to pull away from your mouth. She rolled off of you and collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. You licked your lips to wide away the delicious remnants of her climax left on your skin and turned to face your best friend.

“Did I do okay for my first time?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before. Ever.” She laughed and you joined in, giggling in giddy bliss.

“I can’t believe we just did that.”

“I can! It was going to happen sooner or later.” Seonghwa said, still in a fit of giggles. “What else are best friends for?”

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Finally finished after quite a long time ❤️ hope you enjoyed.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

the unofficial epilogue

seonghwa looked down at her phone as your name flashed across the top, her husband laid next to her. unconscious. snoring like the old man he was. she’d brought that on herself.

quickly she slipped out of the room, wrapping herself in a robe, slippers on her feet. she had barely reached the living room when she answered on what had to be the last ring.

your voice rang out into the air, slurred and raspy, “oh you picked up.”

seonghwa didn’t say anything. simply stared down at the phone in her hand.

you laughed at her silence, “sorry i shouldn’t call. yunho’s gonna be so pissed if he finds me out her.” you put words together remarkably well for how drunk she assumed you had to be to actually call her.

“hi…” seonghwa, for once in her life, didn’t know what to do with this.

“i miss you,” you answered for her.

“oh honey,” the sting of guilt shot through her, “you know this is—“

“oh fuck off, seonghwa.”

she was taken aback. she couldn’t recall any time you had ever tried to stand against her.

“you don’t get to do this,” she could hear the tearful waver in your voice, “fucking make me fall in love with you, and then pretend nothing ever happened. god i shouldn’t have called you. yunho was right.”

the words caught up in her throat. she couldn’t tell you anything. not how she thought about you every night. not how she tried to imagine you in the moments of intimacy she had with her husband. not how she had started buying the same shampoo you used to use.

she couldn’t tell you any of that.

“did you ever love me, seonghwa? be honest.”

yes. god yes. every second she spent with you. she liked to fantasize about a future with you. one where she was out. one where she got to hold your in her arms and no one even cared. one where the body sleeping next to her every night was you.

but that fantasy was a lie. you were young. beautiful. you had everything you needed to find a beautiful woman who would be everything she could’ve been to you an more.

it would hurt now. but one day you would realize.

“no. no i didn’t. i’m sorry.”

she hung up for you. not letting herself think about your reaction on the other line. she blocked your number before she could even second guess it. looking at your beautiful face one last time before she deleted your contact from her phone.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

tried to post this with pics 100 times and tumblr keeps trying to tell me this is mature content

fem!seonghwa naptime

you stir at the sound of the bedside lamp flicking on--the light filtering through your closed eye lids. you bury your face into the pillows under you, groaning.

a sweet chuckle rings out above you, followed by the soft trail of fingers through your hair, nails scratching along your scalp. that's when you realize that the pillow underneath your head isn't that at all. rather the soft, plush thighs of your girlfriend. your arms are around her waist, and your legs are tucked against her side.

she's gentle when she speaks, like she's speaking to a startled kitten that she's trying not to scare away. "did you sleep well, baby?"

you groan again, pressing your cheek to her stomach, glancing up at her. her free hand moves to your calf. she drags her nails across the skin, raising goosebumps all over your body.

she cups the back of your head, "i'm sorry, pretty girl. i wanted to let you sleep, but it's almost time for dinner."

"hwa..." your mind wanders to her making dinner, in her little night gown that clings to all over her curves--the one you can see even when she throws that sheer black robe on over it. try this for me, baby, as she cups a hand under your chin letting you sip broth from the spoon she holds out to you, purposefully letting some spill down your chin so she can wipe it away. if you're lucky, she'll lick the mess from your face.

"c'mon," she lifts your head from her lap, pressing a sweet kiss to your sleepy pout, "up you go." she nudges you off the bed, giving your ass a little tap as she directs you out of the bedroom. and despite your reluctance, you can't lie that getting to wrap your arms around her is all you ever want, even if you're losing out on precious naptime.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

“why does it feel like you have everything together?” you lean against her, cheek pressing against her bare shoulder. her skin is soft, and she smells like warm vanilla and cashmere. you’ve thought about asking her what perfume she uses, but you know that, if she ever told you, you’d have already purchased it. just to have. to keep a piece of her with you everywhere you go.

you feel a small chuckle vibrate through her, “you know i don’t have everything together. it just looks like it sometimes.”

lies. it was all a lie. seonghwa works a full time corporate job that she loves—makes six figures a year doing some nonsense you don’t understand. she lives alone in a nice apartment downtown. it’s fully furnished with pieces she’s found from her countless international travels.

looking up at her is almost painful. seeing the way she doesn’t even spare you a glance. just texting away to whoever her new boy-toy-of-the-week is.

she’s beautiful, you’d thought about it every since you met her. her cheekbones are high and defined, her eyelashes are the perfect length and they lay beautifully on her cheek every time she blinks, and her lips. oh her lips. it hurt to imagine them against someone else’s—some man she met two weeks ago.

she’s kissed you before, too. a few times. all when she was drunk at boring parties and hoping it would spice things up. it never did. not for her.

but for you.

for you it drove you absolutely mad. her kisses were dizzying. they sucked the life right out of you and into her. like she was swallowing every bit of your soul you were willing to give—which was every ounce.

“hwa,” you curl further into her side, desperately trying to look her in the eyes.

but she never looks back down at you, “yeah?” she keeps typing, a small smile on her face.

“are you..are you free this weekend?”

“no probably not.” she doesn’t skip a beat. probably. “i might be seeing this guy this weekend, so i wanna leave my options open.”

she doesn’t ask why. not because she doesn’t care. she cares. she loves you. of course she does. she wouldn’t be letting you hang out on her couch with her if she didn’t.

“oh,” it’s all you can muster, falling numbly from your lips, “ok.”

“we can hang out next weekend.”

right. of course. next weekend. you can wait until then.

you’ll tell her soon. you really will.

you’re just waiting for the right time. the perfect moment.

the girl you’ve been in love with since you were sixteen.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

sexy butch seonghwa teaser for the real ones : ̗̀➛

Seonghwa's hand curls around your waist, two fingers just barely slipping under the waistband of your miniskirt, "they can be patient." She presses her lips to the crown of your hair.

You look up at her, subconsciously leaning into her side, your head tucking into the curve between her shoulder and collarbone. "You look really handsome tonight," you slide a hand up her chest to her neck, nails tracing her jaw, placing a small kiss to the right of her chin. A thin, clear print of your lips shines on her tan skin. Your fingers tangle in the mess of layered necklaces clasped at the back of her neck.

She really does look good—it makes your stomach flip just looking at her. The loose, washed gray tank top hands perfectly on her slender frame. She has it tucked into her black denim jeans and covered by the thin steel gray vest that sits over it. And with it all is the beat up, onyx leather jacket you thrifted her for her birthday that's conveniently sitting over your bare shoulders right now. Your green Coach purse sits over her shoulder, holding your phone and her keys. You can see the small goosebumps through the lines of ink covering her arms, but you know she's not going to take that jacket back until you're both warm inside.

She chuckles, pulling you in front of her, both arms wrapped around your waist, "thank you, baby." You loop an arm around her neck to keep yourself balanced. "You look pretty, too," it's just a murmur as her lips graze yours. It's not a full kiss but it's enough—enough to satiate her urge to let everyone know she's unapologetically yours. Her fingers play with the hem of your tank top, "I like this top."

You raise an eyebrow at her, "yeah? Not just the way my boobs look in it?"

A slow smirk rises on her lips, "why not both?"

[sapphic-teez]

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