- Warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, use of sex toys, oral (female recieving), dom yoonji, possessive yoonji, breast/nipple play, teasing, begging, bondage, sensory deprivation? Blindfold, gender bend yoongi?, use of sex machine
- Summary: Your girlfriend has a surprise waiting for you.
A/N: Sorry this took forever! It is unedited, but @ana-rose1 did beta for me because she's the greatest. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think? Read the story this is based off of here.
“Yoonji, what is going on?” you giggle as your girlfriend leads you through your shared apartment.
She had insisted on blindfolding you the moment you got home, telling you she had a huge surprise waiting for you. Her eyes twinkled with mischief and she had that evil smile on her face; the one she had when she was about to do something bad.
“You’ll see, we’re almost there,” she assures, her voice becoming lower, her hot breath fanning against your ear.
Your body alights with shivers, her firm grip on your hips intoxicating you as she leads you down the hallway.
“Ready, babygirl?” Her voice is taunting, her fingertips traveling slowly up your sides and to the blindfold, peeling it from your eyes and allowing your vision to be restored.
You look around the room, letting your eyes focus. That’s when you see it. The object on the floor, resembling a mechanical horse saddle; a Sybian.
“Yoonji?”
“Mmm… do you like it?” She asks, letting her warm breath fan over your neck as she begins peppering kisses along your exposed skin.
“I… it looks fun.”
Yoonji chuckles from behind you, her fingers dancing along your skin as she runs them down your arms. Her tender actions cause you to lower your guard, which is why you gasp aloud when she yanks your arms behind your back, knocking you into her body with her rough movements.
You try to peer behind you but Yoonji has you pressed so tight against her that you can’t. Her nimble fingers move between your bodies and you realize she’s tying your hands behind your back with silk. Your heart begins hammering in your chest, wondering what your girlfriend has in store for you.
“Mmm.. my baby is already excited, isn’t she? I can hear you breathing harder,” she coos into your ear, using your arms to lead you towards the sex machine, “figured my girl deserved to be the first to try our new toy after the rough week you’d had.”
Yoonji squats in front of you, hooking her thumbs into your skirt and panties, pulling them both down at once, sucking in a breath at the sight of your arousal coating your underwear.
“Wet already? You’re such a little slut, always ready to be stuffed with some cock, aren’t you?”
You whimper indignantly and nibble on your lip, but Yoonji only chuckles at your display. She guides you over to the machine, allowing you to get a better look and grabs some lube even though you were soaked, just to be safe, and coats the dildo attachment in it.
“It comes with different attachments, but since this is your first time, I thought I’d go easy on you,” she smiles as you eye the average sized dildo.
“What other ones does it come with?”
“You’ll find out soon enough, pretty girl.”
You clench your thighs at her authoritative tone and the promise held in it. Yoonji gets down on her knees and trails her fingers along your thighs and your outer folds, teasing you.
“Do you think this tight little pussy can take that? Or should I stretch you out a little first…?”
“Please, Yoonji.”
“Please what? Words, babygirl.”
“Touch me, I want your fingers inside me.”
“Good girl,” she praises, slipping two fingers inside your drenched heat, slowly pumping them in and out of you before she begins to scissor them, stretching your walls to accommodate the dildo.
You moan sweetly, trying to keep quiet, though you know it won’t last long, never around her. She speeds up her fingers, leaning in to kitten lick at your sensitive nub and you cant your hips forward, subconsciously seeking out her touch. Her tongue twirls around your clit before she sucks it between her plump lips. Your veins feel like they’re made of lightning, your core clenching in response to her ministrations.
Far too soon for your liking, Yoonji pulls away. You whine and your hips chase her, but she doesn’t allow it, holding you still with a firm grip.
“Greedy little baby,” she tsks.
She guides your hips for you to straddle the Sybian. She lines the dildo up with your entrance and assists you with sliding down onto it until it’s fully nestled inside your cunt. You let out a shaky breath at the welcome intrusion.
“You’re doing great, baby.”
“So full,” you groan, gripping Yoonji’s hand a little tighter “so good.”
Yoonji smiles down at you, pride glittering in her eyes. It is quickly replaced with mischief though, as she presses a button on a little black remote and the dildo stretching your walls begins to vibrate. You moan at the unexpected sensation, and Yoonji holds your hips, guiding them to grind into the machine, pressing the dildo deep into your cunt. The dildo simultaneously rotates and vibrates, sliding against your walls in the most delicious way, which has you panting like a bitch in heat.
Yoonji looms over you, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up so she can look into your eyes, her smug expression and arched eyebrow making your cunt clench even more than it was from the toy inside of you.
“You look so damned pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” she purrs, her fingertips trailing along your collarbones to your breasts, tweaking a nipple and making your body jolt.
A pathetic whine escapes your lips when Yoonji pulls away, and she has pity on you, giving you a deep, quick kiss. Once she pulls away, her breasts are right in your face, that damn necklace dangling between her two perfect mounds and calling out to you. You stick your tongue out, wrapping it delicately around the metal bar and pulling it into your mouth, sucking on it whilst making eye contact with Yoonji and watching her pupils dilate dangerously.
“Such a messy little slut for me,” she praises, caressing your cheek, “good girl.”
Suddenly, the intensity of the vibration on the dildo increases, and you notice Yoonji had picked the remote back up while you’d been distracted with her chest.
“A-ah!”
“That’s it babygirl, let everyone hear you, let them all know you’re my personal little whore.”
“Fuuuuuck, Yoonji!” You cry out, your body shaking from the stimulation, and you couldn’t even hold onto anything to ground yourself, your hands firmly fastened behind your back.
Sweat drips from your forehead with the exertion of holding yourself up while the dildo rotates inside your dripping cunt, hitting your walls just right and sending you closer to your high. You close your eyes, feeling dizzy with euphoria. Suddenly, you feel Yoonji’s hands on your back, pressing you forward. Your clit comes in contact with a soft, silicone mat with bumps on it, the vibrations as strong as the dildo inside your heat. The stimulation seems too much, everything seems too much.
“Too much,” you whimper.
“You can take it, and you will.”
You groan as she pushes you farther into the silicone mat, your clit throbbing from the intense vibrations. What had seemed like too much quickly turned heavenly, and you didn’t think you could hold off much longer.
“Yoo…nji! Please, fuck, please can I come? Please please please?” You cry, tears dripping down your cheeks as your chest heaves from your labored breathing.
“Let go, princess,” she instructs softly, stroking your hair back out of your face.
A scream erupts from you as your orgasm washes over you. Your vision goes spotty and you slump back into Yoonji’s frame as your body convulses; your walls contracting over and over. You feel yourself squirting all over the machine. Once you calm down, you huff and try to lift your hips from the machine, over sensitivity consuming you. Yoonji turns the Sybian off and helps you slide off of it, into her lap. She cradles you close to her chest and you bury your head there, taking deep breaths. She strokes your head gently, allowing you time to calm down.
“You okay there, beautiful?” She asks, reaching up to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of your lips.
You nod, intertwining your fingers with hers, “never better.”
“Mmm… well in that case…” she smirks, sliding over a variety of attachments in a neat little case, “think you can go again?”
She can’t help but admire your submissive state, laid out all pretty just for her. Your hands tied above your head in black silk, clenching and unclenching as you pray, beg, for more. The power between you is uneven as you lay only in your panties whilst she wears her matching black set. Your bra is in a pile along with the rest of your clothes that were thrown haphazardly to the floor in Yoonji’s haste earlier. Chest and neck covered in bruises and hickies, your abused nipples were pulled and twisted, erect and glistening with her spit as she bit and sucked on them.
The collar around your neck catches her attention, knowing that the both of you had picked out the collar together; the simple design of black leather attached to the metal heart at the front. She loved the idea of buying a collar for you, knowing that it symbolizes your relationship. She wanted everyone to know that you were hers, and of course, whilst she doesn’t have a collar, she is yours.
A whine of embarrassment leaves your throat under her lust filled gaze, your legs rub -together helplessly, trying to relieve some of your need as you can feel the wet spot on your panties grow each second, “please..” you beg, “please t-touch me - fuck me.. Anything.”
Your begging and glossy eyes make her coo, bending down to kiss your pouty lips sweetly, “you’re so cute, kitten.” the nickname making you mewl, reaching up to kiss her bubblegum pink lips again.
Her hands grip at your body, kissing you; you have to admit you’re addicted. Her tongue swipes at your bottom lip and your brain goes cloudy as your tongues swirl together. You can feel the ghost of her hand slide down your stomach and slightly skim your panties, making you shudder. As she pulls away, you can’t help but whine in need, her eyes shining with mischief as she grabs your neck lightly, “what a whiny little slut I have here,” Yoonji chuckles darkly.
Whimpering as she takes her hand away, she crawls down to lay in between your legs, her pale hands massaging your thighs. Teasingly, she moves closer and closer to where you want her to be the most, looking up at you with a smirk. You shiver as she gently strokes at your sensitive skin at the top of your inner thighs, her pointy nails digging into your skin to create scratch marks, the burning pain turning to pleasure as you breathe out her name. She eyes your sodden panties, a finger teasing you clit over the fabric as she draws shapeless patterns before a tongue licks a long stripe on your folds, your body jolting from the sudden feeling.
Yoonji chuckles, one of her fingers lightly circling your clit before hooking it in the waistband, sliding your underwear down slowly, “so wet for me kitten.”
Your head turns to the side in embarrassment, avoiding her gaze as her hands dig into your thighs to open your legs wide; your pussy out on display for her. Flicking your clit with her tongue, she closes her eyes and groans, “you taste so fucking amazing doll,” before going back to sucking at your nub.
She gets lost in pleasing you, your tied hands gripping her short black hair, tugging softly making her hum into your pussy; moans falling from your lips from the vibrations. Her tongue runs over your folds, collecting your arousal before the warm muscle teases your entrance in circles before plunging into your leaking core. You breathe in sharply as she explores your heat, expertly hitting all of the right places, ravishing you as her tongue thrusts into you.
You're tempted to close your legs but you can’t as her hands have a bruising grip on your thighs to keep them open, her strength overpowering your overwhelmed state as she pushes your legs over her shoulders. The new angle allows her tongue to go deeper, eating you out fiercely, as if she was starved. Bringing a closer, she runs finger along your slit, collecting your arousal as her tongue draws figures of 8 on your clit before her finger dips into your entrance, your pussy so wet and ready for her as it slips in easily. She is quick to thrust into your cunt at a fast pace, fingers going as deep as they can. But, it didn’t take long for you to want, to need more.
“M-more” you moan, your hips rolling against her desperately. Yoonji stops, her head coming up to look at you with a piercing gaze, “manners little kitten or you won’t be able to cum at all tonight,” her voice hard and low, butterflies swarming your stomach.
“More p-please,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes.
Abruptly, she slides two fingers into you and you cry out from the sensation of your pussy being stretched a little bit more. She returns to her brutal pace, going deeper, curling her fingers in a ‘come here’ manner, hitting the spot that causes you to cry out. Clenching your pussy around her fingers, she hums, “close kitten?” your thighs shake, threatening to close around her face as she never lets up her fastening pace with her tongue and fingers.
You can only nod, not trusting your voice, another moan following as you can hear the sound of your squelching core. Squirm on the bed, the heat in your stomach builds up quickly, before it's gone. Her fingers disappear from inside you, causing you to cry out. You were so close to release, your body so high from euphoria as you sob, “n-no - puh-please…” You’ve been so good for her all night, why did she stop?
Yoonji leans away from you, smirking at your whimpering state, licking and sucking at her arousal covered fingers. Her gaze never wavers from you, the sight makes you wiggle around on the bed, your eyes full of tears making her coo at you, “you’re so pretty when you cry. My pretty little doll.”
She gets up, before bending down to scavenge through the ‘toy box’ the both of you hid under the bed. Your thighs squeeze together in excitement as she pulls the toy out. Smiling at you with faux innocence, she tilts her head as she dangles the purple strap-on in front of your face, “you’re gonna be a good little kitten and get this dildo nice and wet for me. Do you understand?”
The dominance in her voice causes your pussy to throb, watching as she pulls the strap over her legs and onto her hips, tightening them until she is satisfied. Climbing back on to the bed, she puts a knee at each side of your head, the purple dildo taping against your mouth as she looks at you expectedly. Swallowing thickly, you don’t break eye contact with her as you lick a thick stripe onto the toy, a groan being pulled out of her from the sight. One of her hands grip at the dildo as the other tangles in your hair. You slip the tip into your mouth, sucking at the plastic cock, her hand pushing you up onto the toy until it hits the back of your throat, moaning when you gag. You slurp at her cock, your neck bulging as she fucks her cock into your mouth, “fuck you’re so pretty chocking around my cock.”
Saliva drips down your chin, creating a path down your neck and to your boobs. Tears slide down your face as you swallow around her cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat again. Yoonji bites at her cherry-like lips as she hears you choke, before pulling it from your mouth slowly. A string of saliva connecting you to the toy. She gets up once again, stroking your thigh gently, contrasting with the dominant look in her eye, “turn around kitten.”
Scrambling, you turn so you’re hands and knees, looking forward at the headboard. You can feel her move behind you, the bed dipping as she kneels behind you, the cool tip of the strap-on resting at the bottom of your back. Her hands rub up and down your back, pushing you down so you’re on your elbows, the curve of your back making her groan, “you look so good like this, so pretty.”
Sliding the dildo up and down your folds, the tip teases your entrance. “You want me, kitten? Want my cock?” The smirk is evident in her voice. You nod, squealing as a sharp pain shoots through you from her slapping your ass, “I said, do you want my cock?”
“Y-yes, yes I want your c-cock, plea-” you cry out as she enters you, her cock stretching your walls open making you gasp, “f-fuck”
Slapping your ass again she can’t help but whisper, “good girl,” watching as the dildo sinks into your pussy inch by inch, moaning as your hips move back; giving her the signal for her to move. Your tied hands grip at the sheets as she rocks into you, getting deeper each thrust. But you want more. Rolling your hips back into her, she scoffs, “so desperate, letting me fuck your little pussy, pretty girl”
“P-please Yoonji” you beg, pushing yourself back onto her cock. Her hands grip at your waist, stopping you from moving as she bends down over you to whisper darkly in your ear, “stay still kitten.” Goosebumps arise on your skin, arousal dripping down your thighs as you gush around her from her dark tone.
She quickens her pace, fucking into you roughly as her hands have a deathening grip on your waist. Skin slaps on skin, your moans filling the room as your pussy pulses around the dildo, “You're so pretty, dripping around my cock”
Mouth agape, you release a high-pitched keen as she hits your spongy spot inside of you. Closing your eyes, you can feel drool start to pool on the pillow around your mouth as she fucks you dumb. Your arms giving in, your back arching more drawing a moan out of your girlfriend, “right there doll?”
You whine at the pet name, her voice smooth but slightly breathless watching herself fuck into you, arousal pooling inside her underwear from pleasing you so well. Your core squelches around the toy, cum falling from your pussy and dripping onto the sheets. With a strong roll of her hips, your arms give up. Her hands on your waist give her leverage to thrust harder into. One hand sneaks up to tug at your collar, a strangled moan making its way out of your lips.
Your moans are music to her ears, “f-faster, puh-please.”
And whilst Yoonji wasn’t getting pleasured, she loved pleasing you, “yeah? You want me to go faster?”
Even though you knew it was a rhetorical question, you can’t help but nod your head as you sob. Both of your bodies are hot in the humid room as the headboard starts to rock, so close to hitting the wall as she drills into you. Your breathless; moaning into the pillow before she tugs the collar, her hand travelling down to pull and twist at your already abused nipples, her nails scratch lightly down your stomach leaving pretty marks onto your skin, her fingers dangerously close to your clit.
She tugs at the collar, “look at you drooling, pretty kitten. Do you like it when I fuck you until you’re my dumb little doll?”
You try to turn your head, tears stream down your face from the pleasure, your mind going fuzzy. Before you know it, she’s rubbing circles on your clit, pinching it every so often, “Y-yoonji” you whine weakly.
Your pussy soaks the dildo with your arousal, your mind cloudy as you whimper and whine into the pillow. Your cute little noises make Yoonji want to ravish you until you’re ruined. “You close kitten?” she breathes out, her thrusting getting even faster as she ploughs into you, her fingers pinching and rubbing your clit furiously.
Her arms keep you up as your whole body almost gives in, wanting to collapse onto the bed as it shakes. Once again you can feel the coil in your stomach twisting, heat rising in your body as you can feel yourself getting closer to release, your cunt gushing around the dildo as she slams into you. Yoonji can’t take her eyes away from the sight, almost mesmerised.
Your moans get more breathless, making her chuckle, “cum for me, be a good girl kitten and cum.”
With her words, your head tilts back, mouth agape as you whine in a high-pitched squeal. You see white, as the coil in your stomach unwinds. Your walls squeeze the dildo tightly, as your legs tremble from how hard you cum. It's hard to control your breathing as you clench around the toy, your cum gushing around it and down your thighs. Yoonji still fucks into you from behind, slower than before to draw out your orgasm, her fingers rubbing circles on your clit coming to stop, “good girl, such a good kitten for me.”
Gently, she takes the glistening dildo out of you, a whine leaving your lips from the feeling, your body falling to the bed from exhaustion. Putting the strap-on on the bed, Yoonji is quick to untie your hands, gently rubbing your wrists and kissing them. Smiling at you, she can tell you’re in subspace as your blurry eyes look at her, “I love you princess”
You giggle, reaching for her which is obeys, pulling you into her as she lays on the bed. Neither of you mind the sweat that coats your skin as Yoonji holds you close to her. You feel protected, your mind still fuzzy as you listen to her heartbeat.
She smiles, kissing you head gently before wrapping the both of you up in the duvet. She knew that when you woke up she would have to clean the sheets and wash you up, but that can wait for later.
“You were so good for me princess, are you tired now?” she whispers, her hand rubbing your skin in soothing circles as your breathing starts to even out. You nod, pressing a kiss to her chest, “‘mhmm,”
Shuffling, you try to get closer, “love you Yoonji,” you speak in a tired voice before you fall asleep. Yoonji can’t wipe the smile off her face, squeezing you to her before closing her eyes. As long as you are alright, and as long as you are in her arms that’s all that matters.
- Warnings: unprotected sex, praise kink, pet names, use of (many) sex toys, oral (female recieving), marking, orgasm denial, dom yoonji, possessive yoonji, breast/nipple play, teasing, begging, cum eating, multiple orgasms, slight bondage, sensory deprivation? Blindfold, face riding, gender bend yoongi?, mild internalized homophobia? Kinda? etc..
- Summary: Your roommate, Yoonji, assists you with your sex skills to ease your anxiety about your inexperience.
When Yoonji comes home from work that night, she finds you in the kitchen, absentmindedly scrubbing a plate that couldn’t possibly get any cleaner. You hadn’t even noticed her arrival, and Yoonji shakes her head with a fond smile. She walks up behind you and gently takes the sponge from your hands, setting it down. You startle just a bit and look at her, sheepishly avoiding her gaze.
“Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Welcome home.”
“What’s wrong?”
You debate telling her it’s nothing, but the stern look on her face has you caving in almost instantaneously. Yoonji always has had a strange sort of power over you, one you choose not to question as your shoulders slump in defeat.
“It’s stupid,” you whine, and you can already feel your cheeks heating up as you think about your issue.
Yoonji takes your hand and leads you to the couch, guiding you to sit on one side while she takes a seat on the other, facing you and waiting patiently for you to express what’s bothering you. You bite your lip nervously and avoid eye contact before you speak.
“So, you know that guy I’ve been talking to?”
“Mhm,” Yoonji urges.
“Well, he wants me to come over soon and…” you sigh, brushing your hair from your face in frustration.
“You don’t want to?”
“No, I do. I just… I know he wants to get intimate and I know what to do, I just don’t know… how.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, I’ve watched porn, I read dirty stories, but I’ve never actually done anything in person and I’m just nervous I’m not going to be any good,” you pout, “I wish there was a way I could, like, practice somehow or something? If that makes sense? I just don’t want to make a fool of myself.”
“So, you want to practice sex,” Yoonji states, “because you’re inexperienced and you think it’ll be a turn off for him?”
“Exactly. It’s stupid, I know.”
“No it’s not,” Yoonji frowns, taking your chin in her delicate hands and turning your head so you’re looking at her, “it’s not stupid, Y/N. You’re inexperienced, it’s completely normal to be nervous about the first time.”
You bring your hand up to cover hers and smile, “thanks for understanding, Yoonji.”
“You know… I think I might have a solution to your problem,” Yoonji smiles deviously, her voice sounding much like a purr, her hand coming to rest on your knee.
“Huh?”
“You want to practice so you don’t look inexperienced in front of Ji-Hoon, right?”
You nod, confusion written all over your face.
“You can’t exactly just go out and find a guy to practice on, can you?”
You shake your head, watching with rapt attention as Yoonji’s thumb rubs soft circles into the skin of your leg, ever so slightly climbing up towards your thigh.
“Practice with me. I’m not a guy but I know what I’m doing and honestly, it’s not that different, it’s the same skillset,” Yoonji offers.
“Wouldn’t that be weird for you? I mean I know you’re bi but... “ you trail off, looking down and pinching a loose string on the couch.
“But what? Y/N, you’re gorgeous. It’s not like I’m doing this out of pity. It’s a win-win situation. You get some practice and I get to have fun with a beautiful girl,” she purrs, the hand that was trailing up your leg now gripping your thigh with authority, “what do you say?”
Your brain had short circuited with Yoonji’s display of dominance and your heart was thumping wildly in your chest, your nerves buzzing to life. Your body sees to have a mind of its own when you nod, looking up into Yoonji’s predatory gaze.
“Ah-ah, I need to hear you say it,” Yoonji purrs, leaning in and letting her hot breath fan against the column of your throat, her lips ghosting over your ear as she whispers, “I’m not going to help you, not going to touch you unless you ask for it.”
“Yoonji…” you whine under your breath but she just pulls away and watches you expectantly until you crack, “please. Help me. Touch me.”
Immediately upon hearing your verbal consent, Yoonji’s lips descend on your neck, peppering kisses on any skin she can reach, kissing up your neck to your jaw and finally placing her soft, smooth lips on your own. You groan into the kiss and Yoonji smiles against your lips, swiping her tongue along your bottom one and you easily open up for her. Yoonji makes a pleased noise as she deepens the kiss, allowing her tongue to roam along yours and explore your mouth. It takes everything you’ve got not to moan, loving the way her soft skin feels against yours. Your hands roam along her arms and neck, gently carding through her silky smooth hair. Yoonji detaches her lips from yours and you make a sound of disappointment, but it doesn’t last long.
She sits up from her position next to you, her delicate frame facing you as her lips curl up into a smirk. She reaches down to the hem of her top and pulls it over her head. You turn your head to the side on instinct to give her privacy and she laughs before scooting closer until her knees are bumping yours. You can hear her unhooking her bra and a light thud as the material hits the floor.
“Calm down, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” she soothes, her usually honey-sweet voice coming out a little lower, a little darker as she takes your hand with her own and guides it up to her breast.
You bite your lip nervously and turn to face her, your eyes scanning her own before traveling down the expanse of her neck, the thin necklace she always wears seeming to provide a map to the valley of her breasts. Your eyes flick to the breast she has your hand pressed against and you shiver. It’s so soft, so warm, heavy in your hand and you give it a light squeeze, which earns you a satisfied hum from Yoonji.
Her nipples are already pebbled, a sweet dusty rose color that you hadn’t paid much attention to before when you’d accidentally walked in on her changing or caught a glimpse while she finished wrapping a towel around her frame post-shower. You’d never realized how… pretty her nipples were. Experimentally, you give it a light squeeze, glancing up to see Yoonji suck in a shaky breath and nod encouragingly.
As if your body is reacting all on its own accord, you lean down and envelop the neglected nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the hardened bud. Yoonji let out the prettiest sound you’d ever heard her make, a mix between a moan and a whimper, you weren’t even sure what to call it. All you knew was that you wanted to hear it again. You suck on her nipple, flicking the tip of your tongue along the sensitive area and gently tugging it between your teeth while attempting to repeat similar motions with your fingers on the other breast.
Yoonji’s hand darts to your hair, tangling itself in your locks to ground herself. It burns, just slightly, but it feels so good. You crave more of these reactions from your roommate, so you trade places, sucking her other nipple into your mouth whilst pinching gently at its’ now spit-slicked twin. Yoonji’s hold in your hair tightens, her soft, labored breaths turning into moans fueling you to try harder.
“Holy shit, Y/N. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Yoonji chuckles breathlessly.
You lift your head from her breasts, lightly suckling the abused flesh before letting it go with an audible pop before shaking your head.
“Never, but it’s kind of.. Fun? I guess I got really into it,” you admit sheepishly, rubbing your arm nervously.
“Hey, that’s good! Sex should be fun, that’s why everyone likes it so much.”
You smile up at her, relieved she didn’t think you were strange for enjoying this, even though it was only meant to practice your skills for Ji-Hoon. Yoonji smiles back, leaning in to connect her lips with yours. Your heart stalls in your chest, your entire body erupting in shivers. Her lips are soft, even though she’s anything but gentle, pressing herself into you in a bid to get closer and licking along your bottom lip for entrance, which you immediately oblige to.
Kissing Yoonji is different from any other kiss you’ve had, while her actions are rough and desire-driven, everything about her is still soft. Her tongue dances along yours and your hands travel up to cup her face, pulling her even closer while she steals your breath away with the best kiss you’ve ever had. It’s your turn to make involuntary noises, which Yoonji swallows and smirks against your lips as she pulls back.
“Mmm… your kissing skills don’t need any work, that’s for sure.”
You’re in a daze, drunk off the taste of her, and you don’t want to stop. You can’t help the disappointed whine that slips from your lips and Yoonji chuckles, brushing a stray hair from your face and tucking it behind your ear.
“Don’t worry babygirl, we’re not done yet. I don’t have a dick for you to practice blowjobs on, but you could practice your tongue skills in other ways…” she lifts an eyebrow suggestively and you perk up, nodding enthusiastically.
If her tongue tasted that good, you were intrigued to see how she tasted in other areas. Yoonji laughs and wriggles her shorts and panties off, laying back on the couch and spreading her legs for your viewing pleasure. Your eyes roam over her swollen folds, watching with fascination as her arousal drips from her hole. You lean over her and place a soft kiss to her inner thigh which causes her to twitch and fresh arousal to seep from her slick, shining pussy.
You’re not sure if you’ve ever seen anything so appetizing and you lean in to give a tentative lick along her folds. Yoonji throws her head back at the first contact, a gasp leaving her parted, swollen lips. She tastes like honey, like heaven, and you’re instantly addicted. You lean down again and begin laving at her clit, licking up all of her arousal and spreading it over her swollen bud. You’d never gone down on a girl before, but it was like your instincts were guiding you through your actions, your body desperate to taste more.
You run your fingers through her slick, lifting it and spreading your fingers to watch it slide down your digits before popping your fingers in your mouth and sucking them, getting every last drop of her sweet nectar. Yoonji watches you with half-lidded eyes as you lean down again and follow the source of the sweet taste, your tongue sliding into her clenching hole.
“Fuck, Y/N!”
Your eyes dart up to her face, afraid you’ve done something wrong, but she’s gripping her nipples between her fingers, her back arched delicately off the couch, her face and chest flushed red with arousal. Feeling a burst of pride flooding your chest, you continue licking along her walls, tasting her essence on your tongue and groaning in pleasure. Yoonji can’t hold still, and you have to use one hand to hold her hips to the couch so her movements don’t impede on your goal. Obscene sounds fill your apartment as you suck and lick into her pussy, hearing the most delicious squelching as you pull back and replace your tongue with your fingers in favor of wrapping your lips around her clit.
“Fuck!”
You smirk against her sensitive bundle, sucking it between your lips and flicking the tip of your tongue across it while your fingers work inside her pussy, much like you do to your own. You’re searching for the spot inside her that always drives you crazy, finally feeling a spongy texture along her walls and focusing your attention there, rubbing two fingers against it rhythmically.
“Y/N, shit, I’m gonna-” Yoonji pants, squeezing her breasts together harder and thrashing around.
Yoonji lets out an angelic moan that turns into a wail of your name when she comes. You feel her walls pulsing around your fingers and continue your assault of her g spot, sucking and licking at her clit in the process. Her juices come gushing from her hole all over your fingers, and you watch her face contort in pleasure. She looks so beautiful like this. Her body slowly relaxes and she lets out a satisfied sigh, signaling her release has ended. You give her clit one last lick before moving down to clean her juices from her walls and thighs.
Yoonji shivers when your tongue swirls against her skin, not letting a single drop of her release go to waste. Once you’ve cleaned her up thoroughly, you lift your head to meet her gaze and catch her watching you with the eyes of a predator. Your own eyes widen as she smirks, somehow instantaneously switching your positions so you’re the one beneath her, her hands traveling up your arms to pin your wrists above your head. Your heart stutters in your chest and you press your thighs together, amazed at the intensity of the arousal shooting down to your core.
“Mmmm.. you did so well baby, don’t you think you deserve a reward? Should we find out what you like?” Yoonji purrs, trailing hot, wet kisses up your jaw to your ear.
All the pride that had settled in your chest from bringing Yoonji to her high immediately vanishes, replaced by pure need. You become putty in Yoonji’s hands as they travel down your sides to dip under the hem of your camisole and pull it from your shivering frame. You weren’t wearing a bra, a fact Yoonji seems delighted by.
“Mmm, you’ve always had such pretty nipples, haven’t you baby?”
You don’t take the time to think about how that means she’s thought about your nipples before, you just whimper impatiently and Yoonji smirks, dipping her head to kiss along the curve of your breast, between the valley, just above your sensitive nubs, but never where you want her to. She purposely avoids your nipples in favor of kissing anywhere else.
“Yoonji,” you whine indignantly.
“Yes, baby? Did you need something?”
You lift your chest, trying to signal to her what you want her to do.
Yoonji tsks, shaking her head before replying, “you need to use your words. You can do that for me right? You can be my good little girl and tell me what you want?”
“Please, Yoonji. I need… I need you…” you trail off.
“You need me? You need me to do what? To suck on those pretty little nipples? To make you feel good?”
“Yes, Yoonji, please!”
“I do love it when they beg for me,” she muses, obliging your plea and wrapping her lips around your neglected bud and twirling her tongue around it.
She uses the flat of her tongue to run along your nipple, her taste buds providing the perfect amount of friction against your sensitive nub. Your back arches off the couch and she takes the opportunity to pinch and pull at your neglected breast before kneading it in her free hand (while the other still has your wrists bound above your head like a prisoner - not that you’d ever want to escape) and switching off.
“You have such soft skin, pretty girl. It would look so good all marked up,” she purrs, placing a gentle peck on your nipple, “don’t want to scare away your little boy toy or I’d cover you in them.”
Your breath hitches in your throat at the idea of being covered in bruises and marks, of Yoonji claiming your body as belonging to her, and you can’t help the moan that escapes.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you? I knew you were a dirty little girl, you want to be marked up, to be dominated, don’t you?”
“Fuck, Yoonji,” you moan, as if those were the only words you could possibly come up with, as if she was the only one who could cloud your mind and make it so hazy that you couldn’t even process a legitimate thought.
“That’s it, babygirl, tell the neighbors who’s making you feel so good,” Yoonji purrs, kissing her way down your stomach to where you’re dripping for her, your juices staining the couch below you.
Your face heats up at the realization that the people around you could probably hear your pathetic whimpers and you clamp your mouth shut. Yoonji takes notice of this and isn’t happy. She nips at your hip bone and growls her next words.
“Don’t hold back, I want them to hear you, to hear what a dirty slut you are for me.”
She accentuates her words by firmly grasping your thighs and pulling your legs apart with force, kissing and nipping up your inner thigh until her face is level with your dripping heat. You’re shivering with excitement and you honestly wish you could take a picture of this moment to use next time you’re alone. You study Yoonji’s face and try to engrave the moment in your memory. Her face between your thighs, her eyes onyx with lust, her pretty pink lips reddened and swollen with use, the way she looks up at you with a cocky grin before diving in.
Holy. Shit.
Your back arches off the couch and you let out a cry of Yoonji’s name as her lips envelop your clit between them and suck, her tongue darting out to use the tip to flick against the sensitive bundle. Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head when she swipes two fingers through your slick and slides them inside your waiting heat, curling them just right and finding your g-spot so fast your head spins. She massages your walls and scissors her fingers inside of you, slowly adding a third and stretching you open oh so good. She uses her assault on your clit to distract you from the slight burn, but if you’re being honest, you kind of like it. You love the way her fingers feel inside your aching cunt and you just want more. More fingers. More kissing. More… Yoonji. It feels like you can’t possibly get enough of her.
Your body begins shaking as you get closer to your high and you can’t hold still. Yoonji ends up pinning you against the couch, her forceful actions only aiding your desire.You’ve lost all ability to create words and can only pant and whimper and moan pathetically at every perfect swipe of her tongue against your bud, every perfect movement of her fingers inside your pussy. Your moans get higher in pitch and volume, your legs shaking around Yoonji’s head as she devours your cunt like it’s her favorite meal. The coil deep in your belly finally snaps and you nearly scream in ecstasy as the most intense orgasm you’d ever had floods through your whole body. Yoonji keeps eating your pussy through your high until your a shaky, sweaty mess beneath her. Your body twitches uncontrollably every now and then as Yoonji cleans up your juices from your thighs. She sits up and licks her lips, a low moan escaping her.
“You taste fucking delicious, holy shit. I could eat you out all day,” she sighs.
You close your shaky legs and giggle at her words and don’t even attempt to sit up, knowing your arms wouldn’t be able to support you at the moment.
“That was so much better than masturbating,” you chuckle nervously to ease the tension settling in your stomach.
“Mmm… feel free to visit my room instead from now on,” she winks, then adds “that little pussy would look so fucking pretty all stuffed full, you know. I have some toys in my room...”
You don’t even pause to think, you just enthusiastically nod your head, which makes Yoonji laugh. She stands up, letting her palm gently graze your cheek as she steps away. You watch her perky bottom sway as she walks down the hall to her room and you bite your bottom lip, your eyes roaming over the smooth expanse of her back that dips down into her backside, so soft and inviting. A tortured groan leaves your lips when she disappears out of sight, only for you to perk back up when she returns carrying some sort of harness with a dildo attached.
“Is that a strap on?”
“Mhm, such a smart girl,” Yoonji smiles, her voice dripping honey and sin, “so I can fuck you properly.”
Your heart stalls in your chest at the thought of being split open for Yoonji, and your cunt clenches at the thought. Yoonji smirks, noticing you pressing your thighs together to relieve some of the ache and she puts on the strap on, making sure it is snugly in place before she walks over to you and hovers above you, leaning down to leave little kisses along your jaw and trail her hand down between your legs, gathering some of your slick between her fingers and bringing it up to watch it cling to her fingers as she spreads them.
“Think you’re already wet enough, babygirl?”
“Yes, please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” she winks, lining the plastic cock up at your entrance and slowly pushing her hips closer to drive it into your dripping cunt, pausing to allow your walls to adjust to the girth of the toy.
You moan loudly, loud enough that even Yoonji seems a little red in the cheeks, and she kisses you to silence your pleasured sounds, if only for a moment. Then she gets caught up in being the one to invoke those sounds from your pretty lips as she begins moving, dragging the cock out until the tip is all that remains before slamming back in, causing you to cry out.
“Fuck you sound so pretty when you’re making these little noises for me, look so pretty being stuffed full with my cock,” Yoonji groans.
“Yoonji!”
“That’s it baby, who’s fucking you this good? Say it!”
“Yoonji! Fuck, oh fuck!” you cry out as she drags the dildo along your walls and reaches between your bodies to roll your clit between her fingers.
“Mmm.. that’s my good girl,” she praises while you write beneath her, gripping her arm for something to ground yourself.
“You take cock so well, you were just made to be my pretty little slut, weren’t you?”
“Yes!”
“Yes, what, you whore?”
“I was made to be your little slut!” you groan as she pistons her hips to slam the dildo in and out of your hole, never letting up on her movements on your clit.
“Is my pretty little slut going to cum all over my cock? Hmm?
“Yes, Yoonji!”
“Mmmm, wrong answer,” she smirks, halting her hips.
You gasp and look up at her with tears welled in your eyes, your mind-numbing orgasm having been wretched from your grasp
“You don’t cum unless I say you do,” Yoonji growls, and your cunt clenches pathetically around the dildo at her aggressive tone, her authorotative words.
“Fuck, yes Yoonji…”
“Pretty girl forgot her manners, good girls say please. Good girls ask permission to cum.”
“I’m sorry,” you whimper, trying to move your hips to get the feeling of the dildo filling you up back.
Yoonji tsks, pinning your hips down into the couch cushions.
“Naughty girl, do you need to be punished?”
“Please, no. I need… Yoonji please,” you nearly cry.
Yoonji takes pity on you and starts thrusting into you again, slowly building your orgasm once more. You groan and writhe beneath her, a chant of her name falling from your lips rhythmically. Yoonji soaks in the sound of your voice saying her name, the way your pretty lips are swollen and parted, the way your back arches off the couch, seeming to seek out the warmth of her body against yours. She leans down and bites your bottom lip, pulling it between hers and you moan quietly.
Your orgasm catches up with you much quicker than you’d expected and you’re close to the edge again with minimal effort from Yoonji. She notices your state of bliss and reaches between you once more, nibbling on your ear while she rubs at your clit and fucks you with abandon.
“Are you close babygirl?”
“Yes, please Yoonji, please please please fuck please let me cum,” you beg, any shred of self respect having flown out the window.
Yoonji owned you in this moment and you would do anything she asked.
“Mmm… good girl, cum for me.”
A scream is ripped from your throat when your orgasm washes over you, and Yoonji fucks you through it, never letting up on her thrusts or her assault of your clit. You honestly think you might pass out from the feeling, absolute euphoria, better than anything you’d ever felt before. Once you come down from your high and manage to catch your breath, your eyes meet Yoonji’s. She smiles affectionately and gently swipes some hair from your face before pulling the strap on out and taking it off. She grabs you a glass of water and strokes your face.
“You okay?”
“Never been better,” you laugh breathlessly.
“Well, I’d say you’re ready, what do you think?” Yoonji grins.
“Ready for what?”
“Your date…” she trails off with a chuckle.
“Oh. Right. I almost forgot about that,” you cough to hide your nervousness.
“Damn, I really fucked you stupid, huh?” she teases
“Shut up,” you laugh and gently shove her shoulder.
You both lay sit there for a moment to regain some strength before you get dressed, beginning dinner together like nothing even happened.
But you couldn’t get your mind off of what happened. You couldn’t get your mind off Yoonji.
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A few days later, you meet up with Ji-Hoon and he takes you to a wonderful restaraunt, the outdoor patio is lined with fairy lights, the stars are beginning to come through the clouds, everything is beautiful. But it feels wrong. You chalk it up to your nerves and push through, making friendly conversation throughout the dinner, though your mind keeps drifting back to Yoonji, wondering what she’s doing, what she’s thinking. You glance around the restaraunt at other happy couples and decide to put more effort in on this date, this is what you wanted after all.
“So, what’s your favorite dish here?”
“The chicken carbonara for sure,” he grins, “you should try it. It’s delicious.”
“Sounds good to me.”
You both order and despite your efforts to stay engaged, you mostly eat in silence. He wasn’t wrong, the carbonara was amazing. He grabs the check and offers to pay for your meal, but you decline. Once you’d both paid your bills - you always go dutch with anyone - he walks you out of the restaraunt and smiles down at you and puts a hand on your shoulder.
“Do you want to come over and watch a movie?”
“Sure, sounds good,” you smile, and you allow him to drive you to his apartment.
He leads you up the stairs and opens the door, ushering you inside and instructing you to hand your jacket on the coat rack.
“Care for a drink?” he offers, opening the fridge and showcasing the options.
“I’m okay, thank you.”
He nods, grabbing a beer for himself and sitting on the couch next to you, clicking through the options on Netflix, occasionally asking your opinion on a certain title until you both can agree on something to watch. You both settle into the couch and he sneaks an arm around your shoulders, sipping his beer leisurely. You shiver, but not in a good way. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’re uncomfortable. You try to shake it off, thinking that you’re just nervous. You wanted this, right? Except all you could think about was how Yoonji was so much softer pressed up against you, how she smelled better, how she was more comfortable. You enjoy Ji-Hoon’s company, you had a huge crush on him two days ago, why did you feel so disconnected now?
He leans over and starts peppering kisses along your jaw and up to your lips and you kiss him back because that’s what you’re supposed to do… right? That’s what you were planning on, why you practiced with Yoonji. His kisses are slow at first, gentle, but his lips aren’t as soft as Yoonji’s. You mentally scold yourself, you shouldn’t be comparing your date to your roommate, who had only kissed you to make sure you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of Ji-Hoon. His hands slide up your sides, under your shirt and his fingertips slip under the cups of your bra to massage your breasts. It feels okay, but his hands are rougher than Yoonji’s, and when he pushes too hard it almost hurts.
You try to get into the kiss, you really do. You go through the motions of winding your fingers in his hair and pulling him closer and when he tugs on the hem of your blouse, you remove it, tossing it beside you on the couch. His lips come to rest just above your bra and he begins sucking a bruise into the skin and you squirm uncomfortably. He backs off, moving to just pepper kisses along the area and you try to relax, letting your hand slide doen his front to cup his hardening erection through his pants.
He groans against your chest and places his hand over your own to guide your movements. Part of you is thankful for this, the assistance to know what kind of pressure and tempo he likes, but another part is annoyed at his behavior. His tongue traces your bottom lip and you open up, he slides it inside. His tongue is bigger than Yoonji’s, his kisses slightly slimier. He doesn’t feel like Yoonji felt. He doesn’t taste like Yoonji tasted. Yoonji tasted sweet, like candy. He tastes like beer and cigarette smoke, which you didn’t even think he smoked.
He tries to slip a hand into your shorts and that’s when you have to admit to yourself that you don’t really want this. You came here expecting this, ready for this, but you can’t go through with it. It’s not fair to you, and it’s not fair to him that you’re thinking about someone else while he’s kissing you. You pull back from the kiss, a hand darting out to grab his wrist and push it away from you.
“Is something wrong?”
“No, I just… I don’t think I can do this. I’m so sorry.”
“Was it something I did?”
“No, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just… I don’t know, it doesn’t feel right?”
He sits back, creating space between the two of you, his eyes searching your face.
“I understand. I don’t think this is right for either of us. To be honest, I’m just trying to get over my ex and I thought maybe you’d be the start of something new, but I can’t stop thinking about her,” he admits, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “I wasn’t trying to lead you on or anything, I really do like you!”
“I like you too, and I get it. There’s someone I can’t get off my mind either.”
“Friends?” he offers, sticking out a hand hopefully.
“Friends,” you laugh and shake it, “you should call her, if you still love her I mean.”
“I think I will. Good luck with your other guy!”
“Haha, thanks…” you trail off, deciding not to correct him.
You exit his apartment with a smile and a wave and order an uber to take you home, your mind swimming with possibilities of what will happen when you see Yoonji again. What would you say? You turned him down becuase you realized you’re in love with her? No way, she’d think you’re insane. Your body begins shaking as the driver pulls into the parking lot.
When you open the door to your shared apartment, you find Yoonji on the couch in pajama shorts and a t shirt looking as delectable as ever. Her head pops up at your entry and she shifts in her seat to look at you. Your heart stops and you feel frozen in place. If she knew, she’d think you were crazy, right? She would be disgusted by you, so uncomfortable. She’d probably move out and you’d never see her again! Your breath catches in your throat when her eyes meet yours.
“Hey! How’d it go?”
“Fine,” you choke out, dashing off to your bedroom.
You can feel Yoonji’s eyes follow your frame when you disappear down the hallway and quickly lock yourself inside your room. You lean against the door and take deep, slow breaths to calm your racing heart. Why did you have to figure this out now? Why Yoonji? You’d always thought she was pretty, always thought she smelled good, sometimes you caught yourself watching her ass jiggle in her jeans, but you’d just shake those thoughts away. That was normal. It was normal to steal a second glance when you accidentally walked in on her changing. It was normal to feel slightly sick to your stomach when she was with someone else. It didn’t mean you loved her…
You couldn’t believe how stupid, how blind you had been. She’d only touched you one time and you were already so gone for her, unable to shove down your feelings and pretend they weren’t there anymore. You were so screwed. You couldn’t afford the apartment by yourself, couldn’t afford to lose Yoonji, both financially and emotionally. You couldn’t imagine a life without her.
A soft knock comes at your door and you hear her honeyed voice come through the wood.
“Y/N? You okay there, babe?”
Your heart stutters in your chest at her use of the nickname.
“I’m fine!”
“Did something happen? Do I need to kick some ass?”
“I’m fine Yoonji! I’m just… tired. I’m going to bed,” you lie.
“Okay… let me know if you need anything, alright?”
“Thank you!”
It goes on like that for days. You avoid Yoonji like the plague and she makes futile attempts to talk to you, which you immediately shut down. You can’t hide from your feelings for her if you’re looking into her eyes. You can’t pretend you don’t want her if she’s standing so close, her intoxicating scent filling your senses and drowning out the world around you so that all you see is her.
You listen for her to get ready for work in the mornings and only emerge from your bedroom once you’re sure she has vacated the apartment. You wait until you know she’s gone to bed to sneak out and grab something to fill your empty stomach. You make sure she’s asleep or preoccupied in the other room before you use the bathroom, only shower once she’s gone for the day. You take extra special care not to run into Yoonji, and chalk it up to an upset stomach, to being tired, etc.
She texts you, trying to reach out, and you’re cordial but you can’t bring yourself to face her. Not when she’s clouding your dreams, not when she’s shaking your whole world and turning it upside down. You can’t pretend you don’t want her when you’re face to face with her and you’re so scared that she’ll find out and you’ll lose her for good that you just… create the divide yourself.
That is, until Yoonji catches on to your little game and pretends to leave the house one morning, shutting the door and locking it so you hear, then standing beside it, waiting for you to come out. You shuffle your feet along the carpet as you walk towards the living room, jumping out of your skin with a startled scream when you see Yoonji’s figure looming by the door. She advances on you like a predator stalking its prey and you take panicked steps backwards until your back hits the wall.
Yoonji traps your body against the wall with her own, her arms darting out to cage you between them and her chest heaves with her labored breathing. You avoid looking into her eyes, already feeling your heart pound with her proximity, you can smell her and oh how you’ve missed her scent. You bite back a whimper.
“Y/N,” Yoonji hisses and your eyes immediately meet hers, and it’s like you’re melting all over again, “why are you avoiding me?”
“I’m no-”
“Don’t lie! I haven’t seen you in weeks! What is going on? Are you uncomfortable around me now? After that night?”
“No!” you gasp, shaking your head vigorously.
“Then what is it? Why are you avoiding me?”
“Yoonji, I…” you trail off, looking down and sighing, your body beginning to shake with nerves.
“You...what? What did I do?”
“You didn’t do anything, I just… I got scared.”
“What are you scared of? Did Ji-Hoon do something to you?”
“No! We didn’t even have sex,” you sigh, tugging at your sleeve in frustration.
“Why not?
“Because…”
“Because what?!” she growls, growing impatient, “spit it out, Y/N!”
“Because he wasn’t you.”
“What?” her demeanor softens, her hands sliding down the wall, now caging your hips in rather than your head, she watches you with a tender expression, but you can’t bring yourself to make eye contact, your gaze trained on the floor by her feet.
“He wasn’t you, Yoonji… It didn’t feel right, everything he did I kept comparing to you and I realized that you’re the only one I want and I got scared because I know there’s no way you feel the same and I don’t want you to hate me and I-”
Yoonji smiles, crooking a finger under your chin to lift your head so she can look into your teary eyes.
“I’m sor-”
“You silly girl, can you really be so blind?” she whispers, her thumb coming to stroke your cheek with the tenderest of touches.
“Blind? What do you mean?”
In lieu of an answer, Yoonji presses her lips against yours, and it’s like everything just falls into place. Yoonji’s lips against yours feels good, feels right. Like this is where you’re supposed to be, where you belong. This is what makes your heart race, your stomach twist, the butterflies run rampant. Yoonji runs her fingers up your spine and buries them in your hair, tugging and moving your head back so she can move her kisses down your neck, licking and sucking and nipping at your sensitive skin, leaving bright red marks in her wake.
“Mmm… your neck looks so pretty all marked up like this, I knew it would,” she mumbles against your collarbone as she continues to assault every inch of skin she can reach, “just wanna show everyone you’re mine.”
“Only yours,” you whisper breathlessly in agreement.
Yoonji’s hands squeeze at your side in affirmation before she pulls away, her dainty fingers wrapping around your wrist and dragging you to her bedroom. She pushes you onto the bed with surprising force, your body bouncing against the mattress from the impact.
Yoonji wastes no time, covering your body with her own, her legs straddling yours as she lifts off her pajama shirt, revealing her perky breasts and hardened nipples to your hungry gaze. An involuntary whimper leaves your parted lips and Yoonji smirks, raising an eyebrow.
“Your nipples are so pretty,” you whine in embarrassment, “don’t judge me.”
“No judgement here, babygirl, I know that feeling all too well,” she smiles, her finger dragging slowly over your cloth covered nipple, watching your body erupt in shivers at her slightest touch.
She trails her finger down to the hem of your blouse and tugs it over your head, then unclasps your bra with practised ease and tosses it aside as well, leaning forward to press a swift kiss to your lips, and she reaches behind you. You hear something jingle and suddenly, your wrist is cuffed to her bed frame. You look up at her with wide eyes as she secures your other wrist to the bars behind your head.
“The safeword is pineapple juice. Say it so I know you know it,” she instructs with a soothing voice, her fingers tenderly tracing your cheek.
“Pineapple juice.”
“Good girl,” she praises, leaning down to give you a swift kiss, “remember that word okay?”
You nod and watch her closely as she pulls a box from under her bed, opening it and pulling out a silk blindfold and dangling it from the end of her finger with a salacious look. You swallow and bite your lip and she leans over you to tie the silk around your head, tugging to make sure it’s not too tight. With your vision now gone, it seems like everything else is magnified. You hear her shuffling in her box and soon there’s something soft dragging along your skin. It kind of tickles, but also feels nice as she moves it around your body, letting it ghost over your pebbled nipples, just barely brushing them.
Your body acts on its own accord, your back arching off the mattress to search for more of that fleeting feeling, pressing your breasts closer to the soft object. Yoonji chuckles, and suddenly your breasts are stinging in the most wonderful way. You gasp aloud and grip the bedsheets with one hand.
“What-”
“Mmm, you like that, babygirl? I had a feeling you liked a little pain with your pleasure,” she purrs into your ear, nibbling and tugging on the lobe as she sits up again.
The object, which you’ve gathered is a whip, is slowly trailed down your body until Yoonji snaps it against your inner thighs and you jolt, a moan escaping your lips. Yoonji pops open the button to your shorts and tugs them down, revealing your lacy pink panties.
“Did you wear these for Ji-Hoon?” she asks, a warning in her voice.
“I…”
“You did, didn’t you? What a dirty little slut you are, Y/N… Dressing up for someone else knowing I’m the only one who can get you off. I’m the only one who knows how to please you, how to fuck you just right,” she accentuates her words with smacks of the whip against your covered pussy, each one making your body jolt, “who owns this pussy?”
“You!”
Yoonji makes a displeased noise in the back of her throat and flicks the whip against your mound once more, repeating herself, “who owns this pussy?”
“Yoonji!”
“Good girl,” she soothes, leaning down to kiss the reddened skin beneath your lace, then pulls the fabric down your legs and tosses it aside.
Yoonji spreads your legs and trails the whip up your thighs, her lips following right behind, leaving tender kisses then sucking red, angry marks into your skin as she kisses closer to your quivering hole. Yoonji doesn’t give you what you want, however, as she kisses right past your pussy and up your stomach to your breasts.
“Yoonji,” you whine and pout.
“Yes’m?”
You pout cutely, wrapping your legs around her middle and attempt to pull her closer, but Yoonji just laughs.
“So needy,” she chastises playfully, slowly letting her fingers drag over your folds, “do you want it that bad?”
“Yes,” you whimper, bucking your hips up into her touch.
You feel the warmth of her touch receding and make a pained noise, but Yoonji ignores you.
“If you want it so badly, then beg for it.”
“Yoonji, please…”
“Please, what? You have to tell me what you want, babydoll.”
“I want you,” you groan.
Yoonji just waits silently, dragging the whip along your inner thigh back and forth rhythmically.
“Yoonji, I want you to fuclk me, touch me, your fingers, your mouth, anything! Please Yoonji,” you mumble, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment which is quickly replaced with excitement when Yoonji hums approvingly.
“What babygirl wants, she gets.”
Though your vision is clouded by the silk and all you can see are little dots of light through the fabric, you feel Yoonji’s silky hair on your thigh as she leans her head down to kiss along your wet folds. You gasp when she uses the flat of her tongue against your sensitive bundle, allowing the texture of her tongue to graze along your clit in the most delicious way before flicking the tip of her tongue against it and sucking it between her plush lips.
“Ah, fuck!” You moan, gripping the bedsheets to ground yourself to something.
Yoonji grips your thighs tight, holding your legs open when they try to close around her head, the pleasure just too good for you to handle. Her grip is sure to leave bruises but oddly enough, you kind of like the thought of that. Yoonji’s ministrations bring you the the edge almost embarrassingly fast and you really try to warn her but you’re so caught up in how good her lips feel, you can’t bring yourself to make a sound until your orgasm washes over you. Yoonji works you through it, but once it’s over she removes your blindfold and you see her frowning down at you.
“Who told you that you could cum, pretty girl?”
Though her voice is sugary sweet, you know better.
“I’m sorry, I-“
Yoonji shakes her head to quiet your retort, simply leaning up and unhooking your wrists from her headboard. You sit up, wondering if you’d ruined the whole experience, until she smirks and makes a come hither motion with one finger. You scoot ver to her and wait for instructions.
“Lay down,” she smiles, patting her knee.
You do as you're told, laying your body across her lap in confusion, she helps you shuffle until just your top half rests on her, your bottom sticking out into the cool air of her bedroom.
“You were such a naughty girl, cumming without permission, weren’t you baby?”
“I didn’t mean to, I-“
“Oh baby, didn’t you know bad girls get punished?”
You hear the whip swinging through the air and collide with your ass before you ever feel the sting of her blow. You gasp, an involuntary moan leaving your shock-parted lips.
“Oh, you like that? How did I know you would?”
Yoonji smirks and whips you a few more times and lands several blows of the whip to your other cheek, stopping to rub the reddened skin gently with her hand, admiring the beautiful color blossoming. She pinches your ass cheek and you jump slightly, whimpering at the feeling. Yoonj shakes her head with a smile and runs her hand along your spine.
“My pretty girl,” she coos, “you take your punishment so well.”
You flush at the praise and Yoonji helps you to sit up straight then guides you onto your back, her gentle touches reassuring as she straddles your hips.
“Since you came without me, I think it’s my turn,” she smirks, scooting up until her cunt is hovering right above your mouth and you drool at the prospect of what’s about to happen next, “don’t you think?”
“Yes. Fuck. Please.”
Yoonji doesn’t reply, just spreads her legs and lowers her cunt down to your mouth and you immediately get to work, your hands coming up to grip her butt cheeks and knead them while you suck her clit into your waiting mouth, flicking your tongue against it.
Yoonji lets out more of those heavenly sounds you’ve grown addicted to and begins rocking her hips into your face. She adjusts her position to allow you access to her hole, your tongue prodding along her walls experimentally until you find her g spot. You've never seen anything as sexy as Yoonji in this moment, her soft pants and groans as she rides your face are music to your ears. She reaches up and pinches her own nipples, kneading the flesh and pushing her breasts together while she rocks her hips back and forth.
You never stop the assault of your tongue on her hole all the while and when you start the figure 8 motions, that’s when Yoonji starts to lose it. You reach under her legs and use your fingers to rub at her clit while you lick her pussy and she throws her head back, groaning. You wish you could bite into the flesh of her neck, so soft and smooth, but you also don’t want to stop tasting her essence or hearing the fucked out noises she’s making, all because of you..
“Fuck, Y/N… I’m close,” she warns, her hips speeding up.
You speed up the efforts of your tongue and fingers until Yoonji is crying out, her hips stilling and her body quivering above yours. She slowly calms down and removes herself from you, and you are saddened by the loss, until she presses her lips to yours.
“Wanna fuck you baby, would you like that?
“Yes, please Yoonji!”
Yoonji hums and reaches for her special box and you shiver with anticipation as she pulls out another set of straps, a different one than the one she’d previously used on you. You sit up, trying to get a better look at it, and realize it’s a strap on with a double ended dildo and your mouth starts watering. Yoonji straps it around her hips and slowly eases one end into her own warmth and you watch her pussy swallow the plastic cock with fascination at the way her walls stretch to take it with ease.
“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, and Yoonji’s attention is drawn to you.
She lifts an eyebrow, one side of her lips lifting in a half smile, teasing. You flush and look away, until you hear her bed sheets rustling as she makes her way closer to you. She settles between your legs, running her hands up and down your calves slowly, tantalizingly.
You suck in a breath when she places the other end of the dildo at your entrance and slowly starts sliding it inside you. You whimper at the delicious stretch against your walls and Yoonji leans down to kiss along your neck and jaw as a distraction, whispering praises into your ear.
“Such a good girl, my baby is taking this big, thick cock so well. Gonna make you feel so good, pretty girl.”
“Yoonji…” you whisper, and she kisses your lips in reply.
Yoonji slowly speeds up her hips, her moans mixing with your own in your new favorite melody as she fucks into you (and herself) with harder thrusts each time. She looks so angelic, so tempting, like heaven and sin above you. Her skin shimmers with a light sheen of sweat, her soft, silky hair bouncing with each of her movements. Her chest rising and falling with exertion, and her breasts bouncing in your face.
You lean up and capture one of her nipples in your mouth and she whimpers at the feeling, her hips faltering for the slightest of moments before she picks up speed again. Every drag of the dildo against your walls has you soaring higher to your release and you let go of Yoonji’s nipple with an audible “pop” to warn her.
“Yoonji, baby,” you groan, “feels so good, I can’t- please…”
“You gonna cum, pretty girl? Gonna cum for me?”
“Please!”
Yoonji leans down and bites at your collar bone, your neck, your jaw, up to your ear and whispers with a sultry tone, “cum for me baby.”
You scream out her name as your high washes over you, feeling like you’re flying, soaring, like you don’t know where you end and she begins. Yoonji catches her release moments after, both of you finding euphoria together. You pant, breathless, only… Yoonji doesn’t stop, she keeps fucking the dildo into your battered hole and you groan with overstimulation that feels too, too good.
Yoonji flips you over suddenly, gripping your hips hard and moving them along her dildo, setting the pace for you to ride her. You do your best to match her pace, hoping to make her feel as good as she makes you feel. She’s the vision of beauty, splayed out under you with her hair falling onto the pillow, her neck exposed as she tosses her head back and arches her body toward you.
You lean down with the sudden desire to mark her as well, kissing and sucking at her neck and collar bone, the sensitive flesh just above her nipple. Yoonji keens, biting her bottom lip and moaning your name loudly.
“Fuck, baby I’m close!”
“Me too,” you whimper, not having had time to recover from your first orgasm had left you little energy to prolong this one.
“Cum with me,” Yoonji pleads, but it’s more of a demand.
You nod and whimper, swirling your hips a few more times before you both go careening off the edge into bliss. You fuck her through her high until you simply can’t move anymore, falling beside her with shaky limbs and heavy breaths. Yoonji detaches the strap on and throws it to the floor, mumbling something about cleaning it later as she gathers you in her arms and plants soft kisses along your forehead.
Sweaty, panting, and completely spent, you curl into Yoonji’s embrace. Yoonji softly strokes your hair ,and you take her free hand in yours, absentmindedly playing with her fingers and the rings that adorn them. You turn her hand around and examine it, attempting to commit every part of her to memory. Yoojni smiles and kisses your forehead, murmuring against your skin, “you’re too fucking cute, what am I going to do with you?”
You shrug and smile up at her, cupping her cheek and bringing her head down so you can press your lips to hers once again, smiling against her lips, knowing there are many more kisses to come.
A/n: my bisexual ass is in love with Min Yoonji, so happy pride month cuties~ Also, I suck at warnings so I apologize if I missed anything.
Word Count: 2,706
Genre: Angst, fluff
Warnings: Crying, talk about anxiety, anxiety attacks, swearing
You watched as Yoonji nervously ran her hand through her hair, the black locks contrasting with her pale fingers. You knew it was wrong to find her nervousness funny, but she was always so undisturbed and collected. So, it was always a pleasure to see her let loose and show her true emotions. Sure, she was herself whenever she was with you, but she never let these types of feelings show. Never did she let you see her nervous, sad, or anxious. Even when she asked you out, she was calm. Hell, even when she first said 'I love you' she wasn't nervous. You were the one sweating, afraid she didn't feel the same.
"You okay Yoonji?" you asked, completely amused at how she started to slightly pace your bedroom floor, muttering to herself. Either she ignored you or didn't hear you, for she didn't even spare you a glance.
Tilting your head to the side, you tried, once again, to get her attention, "Babe."
"Huh?" Yoonji finally looked up from the ground. You tried not to smile at the look on her face, but it was all too amusing.
Biting your lip, trying and failing to hide the grin over taking your face, you asked her again, "I asked you if you were okay. So, are you?" She scoffed, quitting her pacing and giving you a glare, though you knew it held no hard feelings.
"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be okay? There's nothing to be nervous about. Why? Do I look nervous? I don't think I do. What are you even talking about Y/n? I'm not nervous," Yoonji continued to go on, trying so hard to make it seem like everything was fine. But you knew better, and it was hilarious that she thought she could fool you.
You hummed, watching her start her nervous pacing again, "If you say so. Are you ready to leave?" Your words caused her to cease her movements.
"Y-yeah," her voice cracked, so she cleared her throat, "Yeah, I'm totally ready. When do we leave again? Tomorrow?" It was cute how she forgot the date. You chuckled, watching as she looked at you curiously.
"Baby," you paused, walking closer to hold her hands, "We're actually leaving today, in about five minutes actually." It was almost comical at how wide her eyes got. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, not knowing how to respond.
Stuttering, she finally got a sentence out, "What? We leave today?" Laughing, you nodded, swinging your joined hands. She muttered a quiet, "fuck."
"C'mon, let's head out," you said, leading the way out of your bedroom. When you got to the living room, you saw your roommate, Namjoon.
He looked up from the book he was reading, waving goodbye to the two of you, "Have a great time, I'll see you in a week." Yoonji groaned, hating the fact classes started back up next week. Both you and Namjoon chuckled, before he continued on, “Oh, by the way, I’m having the guys over the day you get back. We’re gonna have a small get together before classes start.”
Yoonji grumbled, crossing her arms, mad at how she’d have to deal with six other idiots for a full day. One of them being her twin brother. You threw your head back in laughter, grabbing your suitcases and tugging your girlfriend out to the car.
Putting your belongings in the trunk of your car, you saw Yoonji get into the passenger seat. Closing the back, you walked to the drivers side and got in, starting the engine. Halfway to your destination, you finally addressed Yoonji's fidgety state. Knowing why she was moving around so much, you brought it to attention.
"They're going to love you, don't worry!" You laughed, taking your right hand off the wheel to grab her left one. If you noticed how her hand was sweaty, you didn't show it, and for that she was grateful. She wasn't used to being nervous, at least not this nervous, so she didn't know how to act.
Letting out a shaky sigh, she laced her fingers with yours, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not even worried about that. I know they'll love me." She attempted to control her voice and keep it even, but had no luck. You smiled, shaking your head at how she tried to play the 'cool' act.
"It's okay to be nervous baby," you ran your thumb across the back of her hand, giving it a tight squeeze. She squeezed yours back, still sitting tensely.
Yoonji looked out the window, not wanting you to see her eyes get glassy, "I'm not nervous." She thought she had said it loud and clear, but instead it was a mere mumble.
"What was that?" you took a quick glance at her, before turning your focus back onto the road ahead of you.
Clearing her throat, Yoonji spoke louder, "I said, I'm not nervous." She really didn't mean to come off rude, and felt guilty when you pulled your hand away from hers. She grasped your hand and tangled your digits with hers, "Wait, I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to sound rude. You're right, I am nervous." Yoonji would hate herself if she had made you mad, especially since you guys were on your way to your parents. What she didn't know, was that you were also feeling guilty. You didn't want to make her mad or uncomfortable.
"Yoonji, I didn't mean to tease you. There really is nothing to be nervous about. I'm positive they'll love you," your voice was light, reassuring her anxiousness. Silence filled the car, making you worried about whether or not you had made it worse.
It stayed that way for a few seconds, before Yoonji whispered, "But what if they don't?" A lonely tear fell from her eyes, and she wiped it quickly before you could see. More tears started to drop one after the other. She used her free hand to muffle the cries wanting to escape.
Your head snapped towards her when quiet sniffles met your ears. Switching your gaze back to the road, you tighten your hold on her hand. Not wanting to embarrass her or pressure her into talking, you kept silent. All that could be heard in the small vehicle, was her sniffling and cries. You tried not to interfere and just let her have her time, you really did, but it pains you to see her hurting.
Pulling off to the side of the road, you switch the car off and turn to face her, "Hey, hey, Yoonji look at me." She continued to stare out the window, ashamed to be crying in front of you. When it looked like she wasn't going to acknowledge you, you tried again, "Baby, please look at me.”
Yoonji finally looked at you, and the sight shattered your heart. She sat in her seat, her body slightly trembling from keeping her sobs in. Tears were cascading rapidly down her flushed cheeks, lips quivering in sadness. Her eyes were focused on her lap, not wanting to meet your sympathetic ones. Only when you put your hand under her chin, pushing her face up, that they did.
"Oh, baby..." your voice was faint, not liking how broken she looked. She shook her head, her hair falling in her face, blocking your view of her once more. Moving the pieces behind her ear, you lightly brought her face back to gaze into her eyes.
Inhaling a shaky breath, she asked for reassurance one more time, "What happens if they don't like me though? I-I love you so much and you're so special to me and I can't, I can't lose you." By the time she finished, her breathing picked up, looking like she was about to have a panic attack.
"Hey, Yoonji. It's okay, baby, it's okay. I promise they will. And if they don't, which won't happen, then that won't change anything. No matter what, I'll still love you, and I'll still be with you. Forever. " you soothed her worries, one hand cradling her cheek, and the other bringing her hand up to press a soft kiss to it.
Leaning into your touch, she closed her eyes, letting out a relieved breath, "I love you." The three words had your heart overflowing with joy. It wasn't often she said them, and when she did, you cherished the moment.
"And I love you," you declared, landing a kiss on her cheek. You pulled away, about to turn on the car to hit the road, but she pulled you into a loving kiss. You reciprocated it, feeling her smile once you did. It was short and sweet, just how you loved.
When it ended, you started the engine, eyes looking at the clock. They widened when you saw the time, seeing you were already twenty-five minutes late. Yoonji bit her lip, feeling responsible when she noticed the time as well. She opened her mouth, about to apologize, but shut it when you gave her a reassuring smile. Relaxing in her seat for the first time since you started the trip, she held your hand in hers.
By the time you arrived at your parents' place, it was forty minutes past the time you all agreed on. Parking the car, you unlocked the doors, letting go of Yoonji's hand to get out. Closing the door, you walked to the back. You opened the trunk, pulling out the two suitcases. You expected to hear a car door shut, and to see Yoonji standing next to you. Hearing nothing but the sounds of the night, you looked up and saw that she was still in her seat.
Eyes softening, you abandoned the luggage, instead going to your girlfriend. Stopping in front of her door, you saw she had locked the car. Tapping on the window, you motioned her to put it down. Seeing you had left the keys in the ignition, she pushed the button, letting the window open.
"Are you going to get out anytime soon?" you asked her, and not wanting to make her feel ashamed, you added, "You can take your time. They won't mind waiting a few more minutes."
She shook her head, taking a deep breath in and then letting it out. Rolling the window back up, she turned the car off, pulled the key out, and then motioned for you to back up. Doing as she asked, you watched as she opened the door. Getting out, she stood in front of you with her hands clasped in front of her.
Closing the space between you, you wrapped your arms around her neck. She placed hers around your waist, bringing you in as close as possible. She nuzzled her face into your neck, breathing in your scent. The smell of your favorite shampoo calms her nerves down, allowing her body to relax further in your embrace.
After a while, you took a step back, breaking the hug, "C'mon, let's go inside." She nodded her agreement, following you to grab the suitcases.
You grabbed her hand, bringing it to your lips to place a gentle kiss upon it, and then headed for the front door. Placing one more reassuring kiss on Yoonji's hand, you rang the doorbell. Instantly you could her the family dog barking and footsteps approaching.
The door swung open and there stood your mom, "Sweetie! We were getting worried you weren't ever going to make it." She pulled you into a hug, making you let go of Yoonji's hand. Releasing you, she turned to where a nervous Yoonji was standing.
"Hello Mrs. L/n," Yoonji smiled, one full of nerves, and politely bowed. Your mom took one look at her and noticed how scared she looked. She couldn’t blame the poor girl, she was once in her shoes. And she would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous when she met her husband’s parents.
"Oh come here dear!" she pulled your girlfriend into her embrace, Yoonji letting out a shocked noise. Your mom gave her a welcoming smile when she pulled away. She ushered the two of you inside when a cold breeze blew by.
Entering through the door, you were attacked by your dog. Reaching down to pet her, you cooed, "Bada~ who's a good puppy." Yoonji watched with love in her eyes, the sight too cute to handle.
Your mom watched as a gummy smile appeared on Yoonji's face. She could tell just by looking at her, that she loved you with all her heart. Feeling an arm wrap around her shoulders, your mom looked to see your dad had come in from the kitchen.
"Well, well, well, if isn't my princess," your dad's teasing brought your attention away from the dog. You looked up and gasped, before squealing and running into his arms.
"Dad!" you said, hugging him tightly. He laughed, messing your hair up and pulling away from you. You held your breath, carefully watching Yoonji to see how this plays out.
Clearing his throat, he looked to Yoonji, "You must be her girlfriend, am I right?" Yoonji gulped, straightening her back, and saw him looking at her warily.
"Y-yes sir. I'm Min Yoonji," she bowed, closing her eyes in regret. How could she let her voice crack? She stood up slowly, not wanting to see the disappointment in your eyes or the judging look in your dad's. Though, she was relieved to see neither of those.
Instead, he stood with a teasing smile, his voice playful, "Well, miss Yoonji, welcome to the family." She let out a shaky sigh, eyes softening.
"You don't have to be nervous, sweetie. We already think of you as a daughter," your mom announced, with your dad nodding his head in confirmation.
You cooed as Yoongi's eyes filled with liquid, wrapping an arm around her waist, kissing her cheek. She froze, eyes wide and uncertain, not sure if your parents would be comfortable with the pda. Seeing how they just smiled, she relaxed, leaning into your side.
"You guys missed dinner, but I put the leftovers in the microwave," your mom said, putting a hand on your dad's arm. Pushing him towards their room, she wished you guys a goodnight, leaving you on your own. She knew Yoonji needed time to be completely comfortable in their presence, and wanted nothing more than to make that happen.
Once they left the room, you tugged Yoonji into the kitchen, "C'mon, I'm starving." She let you drag her by the hand, smiling as she looked at you. You guys ate the food, putting your dirty dishes in the sink. Taking your luggage, you brought it upstairs.
Stopping in front of your childhood bedroom, you turned to Yoonji, "You excited to sleep?" You knew she loved her sleep and couldn't help but to tease her.
She rolled her eyes, holding back her smile, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever."
Laughing you put the suitcases by your dresser, pulling out your pajamas and Yoongi's. Handing them to her, you watched as she took her shirt and shorts off. Your breath hitched in your throat as soon as you saw her milky skin, clad in only a bra with matching boy shorts. She smirked at you before putting her pajamas on, the ones with little cookies on them. She looked so cute, that you couldn't help but to let out a quiet 'awh.'
Quickly changing into your own pajamas, you jumped onto your double bed. Yoonji raised an eyebrow at your actions, watching as you giggled. When you pouted at her and gave her grabby hands, she finally made her way to you. Climbing onto the bed, she sat next to you. She let out a surprised when you pulled her to lay on top you. She rested her weight on her hands that were placed on either side of your head. She stared at you with love in her gaze.
Getting lost in your eyes, she moved closer and gently kissed you. She put all the emotions she was feeling into the one kiss. She wanted you to know how grateful she was to have you.
