not from an ask again but i had @safetoshores beg for politely request femme jiseok after posting this earlier so it's nuggetz yuri time 🥰
no real warnings besides joo having a silly idea of what butch/femme dynamics are "supposed" to be. and she cries a little bit but i think that's a given lmao
It had been Jooyeon's idea, but like with everything else, Jiseok just had to have it her way.
In Jooyeon's mind, it would be the answer to finally having the upper hand like she thought she was supposed to. Jiseok was so small and lovely—perfect to have spread beneath Jooyeon with her hair fanned out like a halo—and she would be even prettier begging for her strap. It was easy to imagine. Not so much in practice. Jooyeon really should have known better.
Jiseok’s eyes had lit up for just a second when she mentioned it, but her expression simmered back down when she figured out what Jooyeon was aiming for. She patted Jooyeon's cheek after pointing to the one she wanted on the laptop screen, walking away with a giggle that put Jooyeon on edge, and it was only then that she realised it might not have been the best idea for her sanity. Too late to back out.
Where Jooyeon had expected to have Jiseok on her back—crying out and moaning her name as she fucked into her hard and fast—it turned out almost entirely the opposite when the toy arrived. Jiseok helped her put the harness on with it looking too confusing, and that would've been bad enough, but it was being pushed to the bed and straddled that had Jooyeon's cheeks turning red.
"What's wrong?" Jiseok smirked as she lined herself up with the silicone. "You think I'd let you win just because you're the one wearing this?"
That was the thing. Everything was a game to Jiseok and she would never willingly lose. Jooyeon knew that it was stupid to think otherwise, especially when it meant that she'd up the dramatics—throwing her head back and spreading her knees wide as she sunk down. Even if she couldn't feel it, Jooyeon scrabbled at Jiseok’s thighs when she slowly rolled her hips, the visual alone making her whimper pathetically.
It was even worse when Jiseok leaned forward to put her hands on Jooyeon's chest, just to brace herself on rather than doing anything for Jooyeon, but it still made her hips kick up desperately. Jiseok wasn't trying to be mean, exactly, but Jooyeon still felt tears spilling over from not being touched the way she needed. She wasn't getting anything at all out of it physically, but that made how wet she was even more embarrassing.
"Please," Jooyeon whined, her thighs twitching when Jiseok finally paid enough attention to take one of her nipples between her fingers. "Please, Jiseokie."
"You planned for me begging, didn't you? Cute," Jiseok giggled at Jooyeon hiding her face behind her hands. "Don't worry. I'll touch you. But I have to come first."
Jooyeon nodded with a quiet sniffle, reaching out to grip Jiseok's hips as she brought one of her hands down to circle her clit. It didn't take long for Jiseok's breaths to turn shaky, her hair falling in her face as she curled in on herself, moaning softly as she brought herself over the edge without any real help from Jooyeon. Even with that being intentional, Jooyeon couldn't help feeling bad as she watched her ride it out, tears welling up again at the thought of not being useful.
It didn't matter when Jiseok pulled off, shuffling backwards to spread Jooyeon's legs and lift her hips to put a pillow underneath, taking Jooyeon by surprise with not taking off the harness. Jiseok's eyebrows raised for a second when she finally noticed how wet Jooyeon was, but she didn't say anything, just watched her expressions shift as she pushed two fingers inside.
Having them curl perfectly was already unbearable, but Jooyeon's jaw dropped when Jiseok flicked her hair out of the way to lick up the length of the toy, keeping eye contact as she took it in her mouth. The way she moved her fingers in time with her head bobbing was too much for Jooyeon, her eyes rolling back as Jiseok’s free hand travelled up her body to her chest, a loud sob ripped from her throat before she could think to cover her mouth.
Jiseok looked just as shocked by her coming that way, but she still helped her through it until Jooyeon grabbed her wrist. Menace or not, she still knew when to stop, and Jooyeon couldn't be more grateful for the gentle kisses pressed all over her face until she could breathe properly again.
It hadn't gone to plan at all, but Jooyeon couldn't really complain. She could always try again.
