the one where Ryujin wants her and Yeji to make a mess out of Chaeryeong
The door closes behind her as Ryujin steps into the apartment. She slips the flats off her feet, using the heel of one to loosen the other before repeating. Yuna’s and Lia’s shoes are missing from the cubby beside the doorway and Ryujin remembers that the two had planned to go out shopping today. The thought of the fun they could be having right now makes her sigh as she’s only now able to wiggle her toes after a morning-long photo shoot.
Slackening the tie around her neck, it sets free a sigh she’s been holding in for the past few hours. It’s something Ryujin’s not sure if she’ll ever be used to, even though it’s been a near-constant her whole life. Being told to look this way or stand like that – the entire thing plays antithetical to the kind of person she is. She rarely plans. She rarely wants. Ryujin just lets things happen, complacent to ride the waves of the splashes made by those around her.
As she stomps down the hallway, the skirt around her waist sways with every excited step. Speaking of those around her, the thought of being able to come back home to Chaeryeong and Yeji has been the one thing that’s made her early call time bearable. This morning was hard enough – having to peel herself away from the two of them before the sun was even up. She’s never told them how pretty they both look when they’re asleep, making a note to herself to perhaps do that tomorrow if she remembers. But now, it’s almost lunchtime and she’s hungry to devour the carrot that’s been hanging above her all day.
The first person she sees is Yeji and the mere sight of her is enough to make Ryujin stop in her tracks. The older girl is standing at the kitchen island, clad in a flannel and a pair of grey sweatpants. That alone makes coming home worth it. If the day were to end here and all that she’s accomplished is seeing Yeji exactly how she is right now, then she would be more than happy to call it a good day.
Yeji’s back is extended at full mast, like a prairie dog scanning the horizon for danger. Her fingertips are perched atop the linoleum surface beneath them – so delicately – as if afraid to break it with all the power Ryujin knows is behind those supple wrists. However, it’s the expression on Yeji’s face that makes Ryujin wonder – makes her wander towards the kitchen. There is reverence. There is love. There is yearning.
But the thing that pulls her out of her own trance – what actually makes Ryujin’s feet start moving again – is the seductive smell of cinnamon that wafts over her. It’s stronger than usual and Ryujin is curious as to the reason why. She considers the spike in strength due to Yeji noticing that she had come home, but one look at Yeji and she would bet that the whole floor could fall out from beneath her and she wouldn’t notice.
Toeing over to the kitchen, Ryujin slips effortlessly into her. They piece together as they always do, her docking behind the taller girl as if there was no other way they could fit. Ryujin’s hands slide through her arms and settle onto the bed of Yeji’s midriff, earning her an innocuous shudder. Her chin finds its usual spot on her shoulder and she feels Yeji relax into the familiarity of her embrace.
“Whatcha looking–”
Ryujin starts, then stops, her eyes answering her before Yeji’s mouth can.
Chaeryeong.
Yeji is looking at Chaeryeong.
And now, Ryujin is looking at her.
No.
Gawking at her.
Framed by the window behind her and illuminated by the light shining through its glass, Chaeryeong is nothing if not breathtaking. Posted up on the couch in their living room, she seems almost otherworldly. Her eyes are cast forward, legs coquettishly tucked beneath herself. Her lips are a rich red, a shade so saccharine that she’s not sure if it’s from the lollipop in her mouth or from an earlier decision to give Ryujin a reason to kiss her for when she got home – as if she’s ever needed a reason to do that.
What really gets to her are the gossamer locks that fall around Chaeryeong’s face. Each strand seems placed almost strategically so, as if she was trying to highlight the curve of her cheeks or the overhangs of her ears. The blonde hair has been a part of their lives for a couple of weeks now and she and Yeji have been quite enthusiastic in showing her how much they enjoy the new look (with Chaeryeong responding just as enthusiastically to the affirmations – both verbally and physically).
All of that is wrapped up in a pair of form-fitting leggings and a sweater that Ryujin rates as dangerous as it looks comfortable. The shoulders of it are bare, showing off Chaeryeong’s own – two more reasons and places for Ryujin’s mouth to meet – but the bottom of it is just as alluring. Not cropped per se, but just short enough to reveal a small, tantalizing strip of stomach that begs to be seen more of and touched.
It takes a moment, but Ryujin’s brain eventually reboots before filling itself with all the possibilities that an empty house and a full day ahead can provide the three of them.
A low hum starts in Ryujin’s chest. She begins to paw at the clothes and skin Yeji has unwittingly offered up to her. Her eyes narrow in and focus on the sight before her, feeling like the beast of prey she’s sometimes likened to. It wouldn’t be the first time she, or any of them, has been compared to a cat. And while Ryujin has never been one to beat any allegations, she always thought there were more poignant examples of her behavior that could be described as “feline.”
The videos her dad sends her of Byulie are the first that come to mind. They all start out with the creature parked on top of some table or shelf, just waiting for a way to stir up some chaos. He always finds it too – some unfortunate mug or ornament that was left behind or forgotten. He’ll wait until someone sees him before pushing the object with his paw until there’s nothing but air holding it up.
And that is what she wants to do to Chaeryeong.
To take this priceless porcelain and turn it into pieces.
“Jinnie…”
The name draws her back to the kitchen and she finds Yeji rigid beneath her, having played surrogate to the notions bouncing around Ryujin’s head. There are goosebumps where the pads of her fingers have touched. The fringe of Yeji’s white tank top is creased and wrinkled by the antsy clutch of Ryujin’s other hand. Even her heart is pounding faster now.
She doesn’t know how Yeji has survived standing here for so long – content to watch Chaeryeong as she is and choosing to do nothing about it – but Ryujin decides the only thing she can do is make that choice just a little clearer.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ryujin tickles the bottom of Yeji’s ear with her lips before pressing them against the spot where her cinnamon is strongest. The smell is even more intense now as the aroma washes over Ryujin and warms every facet of her. “Am I distracting you from the view?” Yeji shivers from the contact as she slides her hand over the tent in her pants that she expected to find.
“I’ll take that as a yes…” She starts to touch her through her clothes, palming her through her sweats while her other hand cups one of Yeji’s breasts. Ryujin swears that Yeji’s not wearing any underwear and combining that with the flash of red on Chaeryeong’s lips, it makes her wonder if the both of them were conspiring anything for her once she was done with the shoot.
Yeji cranes her head back to kiss her, getting the side of Ryujin’s mouth in the process. On instinct, she returns it with a touch of her own, but she manages to keep herself from going any farther.
“She just looks so good…” She butts her head into Yeji’s to keep her eyes locked on the prize. At the same time, her hand dips under the waistband of Yeji’s pants before slicking her palm with the pre-cum coming off of Yeji’s cock. “Doesn’t she?” She ends the question by wrapping her hand around Yeji’s shaft and stroking, feeling it get even harder in her fingers.
“Fuck…” A swear proves to be Yeji’s answer as she eagerly bucks forward, asking for more.
Ryujin hisses when Yeji moves back against her, the other girl unwittingly (or not) pressing her ass into her own erection. It makes Ryujin’s hands move faster as she pulls Yeji closer to her, both of their sights glued to the oblivious girl in the living room.
Though Chaeryeong appears to have not even noticed them, it doesn’t mean that she still isn’t able to fuck with them. After minutes of sitting still, the blonde girl randomly decides to take the lollipop out of her mouth. She licks at it and lets it rub against the fullness of her lips. It’s done so purposefully that Ryujin thinks there’s no way she doesn’t know she’s being studied.
“Faster,” Yeji grits through her teeth.
Instead, Ryujin makes a fist around the head of Yeji’s cock and squeezes, stifling the pleasure that was building up there. It makes Yeji groan and turn to her, a severe expression on her face.
“Sorry.” She leans in to nuzzle the side of Yeji’s head and that calms her instantly. Albeit at a slower pace, Ryujin decides to reward her by easing the grip she has around her and returning to her previous movements. “I just don’t want you wasting any of it. Wouldn’t you rather save it for our pretty little princess over there?”
Ryujin can feel Yeji throb in her hand as a rumble vibrates through the older girl’s throat. She takes note of the way Yeji clenches her jaw and it reminds her of the pedigree of blood that flows through her – not too dissimilar to her own – and that’s when Ryujin realizes it wasn’t a rumble. It was a growl.
“So perfect and put together…” Ryujin’s voice is low and husky as her own nature flares up in response to Yeji’s primal display. Their princess – Chaeryeong belongs to them. Not in the way a person owns a painting, but in the way a lady belongs to the knights of her court. To those who protect her. Serve her. Service her.
“Can you picture it?” Ryujin huffs. “What she’ll look like once we’re done.”
Ryujin inhales sharply as she sketches out the image in her mind. Though not a growl, the thrum of the blood coursing through her is just as loud as she’s relegated her own pleasure to the pressure and friction afforded to her from grinding into Yeji’s backside.
“That perfectly applied lipstick, smeared all over her…The hair she must’ve spent all morning teasing, a complete mess…Body boneless, chest heaving, sore, and leaking both of our–”
“Yeji?”
They freeze when they hear Chaeryeong’s voice from across the room. The lollipop stem is sticking out of her mouth as she looks at them, bewildered. Her eyes are scanning the situation in front of her and Ryujin can see it on her face how Chaeryeong arrives at the realization of what could possibly be going on. The order in which her eyes flick from Yeji’s to Ryujin’s. How they travel down Yeji’s own rising chest to the place below her waist where Ryujin’s hand has stilled itself once again.
“Ryujin.” She swallows as she looks back to their faces, her voice as steady as she can make it. “When’d you get home?”
“A few minutes ago.” Ryujin smirks through her answer as she snakes her hand out from Yeji’s waistband. A beleaguered pant escapes out of Yeji’s mouth from the loss of contact while Ryujin decides to play along with the nonchalance of Chaeryeong’s tone. “I was gonna say hi, but I got preoccupied with our trusty leader over here.”
“Oh.” Chaeryeong nods innocently at the same time her cheeks flush red. She makes an anxious grasp towards the bottom of her sweater while her thighs rub together impatiently. “Is everything okay? Do you…want me to come over there?”
Yeji has never moved faster than when she responds to Chaeryeong with an almost violent nod. Ryujin can feel her stiffening in anticipation as Chaeryeong stands up from the couch. She breathes in deep when the tart, sweetness of the girl’s cherry scent cuts through the woody haze of Yeji that Ryujin has surrounded herself with.
She was never a huge fan of the smell when she was younger, always preferring more citrusy-type things, but Chaeryeong has changed that. Now, she can’t not picture the girl whenever she walks by a fruit stand in the spring or when she orders a milkshake and sees that red dot on top.
There’s a small stagger in Chaeryeong’s gait as she gets closer, a sign of her hitting the wall of Ryujin and Yeji’s intermingled perfume. The cinnamon-chocolate aura surely has permeated the whole kitchen by now and she can see the way it sinks into Chaeryeong by the dilation of her pupils and pep in her step.
“Unnie…” Chaeryeong looks at them as they turn to face her, but Ryujin can tell she’s much more interested in Yeji – or to be more accurate, the state that Yeji is in after being teased for so long.
“Yeah, she’s been like this ever since I came in.” Yeji stands pliant in her hands as Ryujin leans over and jostles her from side-to-side to illustrate her point. “I dunno for how long, but she was just…staring at you.”
“Is that true?” Chaeryeong steps forward with a glint of danger running through her eyes. “Were you staring?”
“It’s just–” Yeji makes a grabbing motion with her hands as her eyes dart around to look for something to land on. She’s struggling to concentrate – the hair, lips, and legs they were just indulging in minutes ago now too hot to even look at, let alone linger on. “You were just so pretty today and–”
“Am I not pretty every day?” Chaeryeong pouts, crossing her arms to complete the picture. The way the muscles in her arms flex belie the demure nature she’s trying to play off. It’s one of Ryujin’s favorite things about her – the juxtaposition of the hard and the soft that Chaeryeong often carries with her. Whether it’s this or the way the contours of her abs are perfectly framed by the cotton fluff of her sweater, it’s something that Ryujin thinks she’ll never tire of.
“You are pretty every day.” Ryujin quickly decides to interject as she moves to stand in-between them. “And beautiful. And cute. And sexy. And especially effervescent.”
Chaeryeong looks at the hand Ryujin lays on her arm to placate her with. She swishes the words in her mouth, seeing how they taste, before finally swallowing them.
“Especially effervescent?”
Yeji jumps when Ryujin looks over to her and aggressively agrees to the terms laid out before her.
“Y-yeah,” Yeji answers. “Especially especially effervescent.”
Chaeryeong shifts her focus from one of them to the other before settling back onto Yeji. “Okay.” She tries to play it coy, but the corners of her lips curl up despite her best efforts. “I guess I’m fine with you staring then.”
Yeji sighs softly and shoots Ryujin a quick look of appreciation. She accepts it even though she can’t recall a single instance in which Chaeryeong, or anyone else, has ever actually been mad at her. Yes, there are times – frustrating times – in which Yeji has been too stubbornly self-sacrificial or dangerously dense, but she’s never been one to garner as much ire as–
“Shin Ryujin.” Chaeryeong pivots on her heel to turn to her with a critical eye. “What’s your excuse? I saw you staring too. Didn’t your parents ever tell you how rude that is?”
“I wasn’t staring.” Ryujin meets the condemning stare head-on with one of practiced tenacity. It’s not the first time Chaeryeong has frivolously accused her of something, nor will it be the last time Ryujin will have to admit to it in all but name.
“I was just thinking...” She steps forward and reaches her hands out towards Chaeryeong’s hips. The other girl turns her waist accordingly, falling in line with this time-honored song-and-dance. “About all the fun we could have. You know, just the three of us…here…alone.”
“Really?” Chaeryeong bites her lip in a way that makes Ryujin’s heart beat faster. Lifting her arms, she drapes them over Ryujin’s shoulders and has her hands clasp behind her neck. “Because it looked like it was just the two of you from where I was sitting.”
“Oh, that? I was just getting her ready for you, that’s it.”
“Uh-huh.”
Chaeryeong glances over to the other girl before pulling her arms off of Ryujin. She looks Yeji up and down before stalking towards her, the prominent bulge beneath Yeji’s sweats in her sights. Chaeryeong stops in front of her before pulling the candy out of her mouth to trace the shape of Yeji’s lips with the cherry-flavored sphere. As she finishes the outline, Chaeryeong presses forward with her other hand to cup Yeji’s erection. The gasp she gets from her allows her to push the sucker right into her open mouth.
“I think she’s ready.”
Ryujin nods through an especially dry swallow before attempting to talk. Though she was the one having fun with Yeji just earlier, it’s nothing compared to how it is when Chaeryeong slips in and takes the reins. “Yeah,” she says with a clearing of her throat. “Did you wanna go–”
She’s about to suggest they take things to their bedroom – not wanting a repeat of the time Yuna walked in on them – but Chaeryeong is already dropping to her knees without any forewarning. Both her and Yeji freeze as they watch her settle on the tile floor beneath them, her threshold for patience the exact opposite of Yeji’s. Wasting no time, Chaeryeong grabs the front of Yeji’s sweatpants and pulls them straight down.
Ryujin doesn’t hear a gasp, but she feels it when Yeji’s cock enticingly falls out in front of Chaeryeong’s face. Shiny from the pre-cum Ryujin had spread all over it, aching from being brought so close just moments before, there’s a part of her that’s jealous that Chaeryeong gets to be the one to take care of her this time.
Yeji sighs when Chaeryeong’s hot breath falls on her, body shaking when she starts to touch her everywhere except where she needs it the most. Chaeryeong migrates her hands up from Yeji’s ankles to splay her fingers over the columns of her thighs. Then, she leans in and plants a kiss on the tip of her cock before working her way down.
“Chaeryeong, please.” Yeji reaches out to either side of her, latching her hands onto the surrounding kitchen counters. Ryujin had already left her in a precarious state and now Chaeryeong seems intent on making her a resident there.
Chaeryeong’s eyes are dark as she looks up at her, her face framed on one side by Yeji. “I gave you my lolly. Thought it was only fair you give me one in return.” She swirls her tongue around the end of her cock, making Yeji squirm and squeak before pushing forward and enveloping it into her mouth.
Yeji throws her head back in a moan as she feels Chaeryeong around her, but it doesn’t stop there as Chaeryeong redirects her hands’ attention to the shaft of Yeji’s cock. However, instead of the satisfying strokes Yeji was probably hoping for, Chaeryeong continues to play with her – the slow drags of her fingertips up and down, moving as if trying to pull something out of her.
The lipstick stains that Chaeryeong leaves behind remind Ryujin of why she instigated this whole thing to begin with, but the pace at which she’s doling out Yeji’s pleasure leaves her impatient. All of a sudden, she can relate to the photographer from this morning – the frantic madness and unabashed forwardness that was there from start till stop. It’s not that Ryujin was doing something wrong or poorly, but it’s that she wasn’t doing what the photographer wanted from her. What they needed from her.
Neither of them notice as Ryujin lands on her knees beside Chaeryeong. Down here, she can observe easier. She notes the way Chaeryeong hollows her cheeks around Yeji and the pulsing of the vein that runs down the side of Chaeryeong’s hand that Ryujin always likes to follow whenever she feels lost.
“Ryeongie.” She speaks out before she can get too engrossed with them again.
Chaeryeong glances at her and her eyes widen when she realizes Ryujin is on the ground next to her. She pulls herself off of Yeji, eliciting another groan from above her.
“What is it?”
“I…” Ryujin pauses. It’s still difficult for her to ask for what she wants, but what she’s seeing in front of her helps alleviate some of that pressure. The picture that she had in her head is already starting to fill in with the way the clean silhouette of Chaeryeong’s lipstick is starting to blur around the edges.
“I want to try something.”
It’s a small, meager sounding request that Chaeryeong perks up instantly at as she recognizes it for what it is. She, out of all people by now, knows how hard it is for Ryujin to be so blatant with her desires.
“Of course,” she nods, trying not to seem too excited at the prospect. “What is it?”
Ryujin tucks in her lower lip beneath her teeth as she tries to translate what she has in mind into something that doesn’t sound outrageous or offensive. When she does finally figure it out, she leans in to whisper the plan to Chaeryeong – or at least, the first part of it.
“What’re you guys scheming?” Yeji asks. The word choice is appropriate, prompted by the fact that covering her mouth with her hand to keep her from hearing the words she’s passing along to Chaeryeong.
“Oh, nothing. Just a silly idea.” Ryujin’s smarm returns swiftly when she answers Yeji, though her confidence falters when she refers back to Chaeryeong. “Unless…you want to try that.”
Chaeryeong nods, beaming warmly as she reaches out to preemptively take hold of Ryujin’s hand. Maybe the mood seems too wholesome for what’s about to happen, but it lightens the load off or Ryujin’s shoulders all the same.
“I want to,” she says. “I trust you.”
Ryujin thanks her with a small squeeze of her hand. “Once for yes, and–”
“Twice for no.” Chaeryeong nods reassuringly.
“Don’t be afraid to crush my fingers if you need to stop.” It’s the last thing Ryujin has to add before they can continue, throwing in just enough humor so she has something to fall back on.
“Should I be worried?”
Chaeryeong giggles before looking up at Yeji. “You’ll be fine.” With her free hand, she reaches around to the back of Yeji’s thigh and offers a comforting squeeze. “More than fine.”
She says that last sentence whilst looking at Ryujin, as if speaking for the both of them. It allows Ryujin to proceed with her plan, making her hand light enough to raise up and press to the back of Chaeryeong’s head. When she flattens it against her skull and makes a fist, she doesn’t expect the blonde hair to be as taut as it is – it feels stronger than she would’ve expected after being drowned in bleach.
“Is that–”
“It’s good.” Chaeryeong presses a kiss to the side of her mouth and Ryujin can feel the strands tensing in her hand when she does so. When she pulls back, Ryujin lets her hand move with her hair. “Let’s do this.”
Chaeryeong turns back to Yeji, flashing her a haughty smile before she opens her mouth fully and leans forward. A moan exits out of Yeji as the head of her cock nestles itself into Chaeryeong’s mouth. The movements she does are shallow at first, but she uses them to work herself further and further down until her nose is kissing Yeji’s waist.
Ryujin finds herself absorbed by what’s going on in front of her, always mesmerized by the grace and competency in which Chaeryeong adapts to them, but then she feels the squeeze of her hand and remembers what she’s doing here. She offers one back before tugging Chaeryeong’s head towards her until she’s almost all the way off.
“You look so good like this,” she whispers to Chaeryeong as she pushes her head forward again. There are no half measures as Ryujin starts to move Chaeryeong back and forth along Yeji’s cock. It’s slow at first, but she starts to speed up and take more agency when Chaeryeong offers her another substantiating grasp.
“Shit…” Yeji’s captivated by the way Chaeryeong unwaveringly stares up at her the entirety of the time, letting herself be used by Ryujin to take care of her. Ryujin can’t imagine this is what Yeji was expecting them to do, but she doubts there’s an ounce of complaint in her body.
“What was it that you said? That she looked so pretty today?” Ryujin poses the question to Yeji as she’s accompanied by the crass soundtrack of Chaeryeong beside her. “What do you think now?”
“So so pretty,” Yeji gulps. “So nice. So–” She hisses when Ryujin forces Chaeryeong all the way down and keeps her there. “Fuck, you look so good, taking all of me like that, so good.”
Chaeryeong lets out a particularly enthused moan as the praise hits her in all the right ways, only for that moan to be muffled by the size of Yeji’s length. The hand she has on the back of Yeji’s thigh is held tight as the legs she clenches together in order to deal with the rising heat there.
Ryujin’s not immune to what’s happening in front of her. The boyshorts she has on under her skirt feel oppressively tight. Every time she hears Yeji swear or groan, it just fuels the hand she has on the back of Chaeryeong’s head. But to be honest, it’s as much Chaeryeong as it is her at this point. Each time she shoves her head down it gets a little easier – the girl under her palm growing more and more eager for the next push after each pull.
It doesn’t take long for Yeji to start moaning and trembling in all the ways both her and Chaeryeong have come to recognize. If anything, Ryujin’s amazed she’s lasted this long for her knees to shake like this. For her breaths to fall out so uncharacteristically arrhythmic. To finish what Ryujin started minutes ago.
“Are you ready?” She asks Chaeryeong.
One last squeeze of her hand and Ryujin pulls Chaeryeong’s head all the way back until just the tip of Yeji’s cock is in her mouth. She lets go of Chaeryong’s hand and moves to wrap around Yeji’s shaft before jerking her hand up and down. Her grip is tight and her tempo is steady and soon Yeji is pulsating in her hand while she fills up Chaeryeong’s mouth. The name coming out of Yeji’s mouth is loud and there’s a moment there in which Ryujin worries she’s cracked the countertop, but all it is is the candy in her mouth shattering.
As Yeji settles into the seconds after the orgasm, when she starts twitching out of hypersensitivity instead of climactic bliss, Ryujin pulls her hands away from both of her respective partners. Letting her arms fall to the sides of her, that’s when she catches the singular swallow in Chaeryeong’s throat.
When she moves back, Chaeryeong opens her mouth to show the both of them that there is nothing of Yeji’s orgasm left. The only evidence is there on her face – the rouge that’s smudged her mouth and the rosy blush of her skin.
“Fuck…” Yeji’s panting as she looks down at them. Her legs are suffering from a slight wobble and her knuckles are white from how hard she was holding onto the kitchen counters.
“‘Fuck’ is right,” Ryujin repeats as she looks Chaeryeong. She wants to bask in the glow that exudes from Yeji, but she is as equally concerned as she is impressed with the girl next to her. “Are you okay? Was that too rough?”
“No, it was fun.” Chaeryeong looks up to Yeji. “Right?”
“Oh, yeah,” Yeji answers in-between pants. “Super fun.”
Ryujin brings herself to nod and smile. It’s still a weird feeling, to have asked Chaeryeong and Yeji to indulge her like this – even weirder knowing that this was only the first part of it – but if the satisfied looks on their faces are anything to go by, then she’s sure that they’re enjoying this just as much as she is.
“Good.” Ryujin offers a hand to Chaeryeong before helping them both to their feet. “Because I think it’s about time you got a little bit of attention.” She moves a strand of hair away from Chaeryeong’s forehead and tucks it behind her ear. Her fingers trail around the rim of it briefly, admiring how it frames her face.
“Just a little bit?” A smug look leads into Chaereyeong reaching for the tie still hanging from Ryujin’s collar. “I was hoping for more than that.”
Sometimes she forgets that Chaeryeong is not made of glass. When Ryujin gets pulled into a kiss, she starts slow and tender, but it’s not what Chaeryeong wants right now – not after what she and Yeji have just done. Over the years, Ryujin has learned how to keep up with her, whether it’s in the studio or beneath their sheets. So, she hears the music of Chaeryeong’s heartbeat and she finds a rhythm they can both move to. Lips, tongue, and teeth come together in ways they’ve met before that feel new and different each time. The taste of Yeji on her tongue is expected, but the surprise comes when can feel the tips of Yeji’s fingers on her body.
When their mouths part, Ryujin finds Yeji helping with the bottom of her blouse. As the girl undoes the last button and lets the shirt fall open, it hits her. This whole time, Ryujin’s only really seen her from either behind or below. So, she reintroduces herself to the visage of the girl she saw when she first came into this house – sans pants, of course.
“What?” Yeji asks, the dimples bright on her face.
“Just wondering whether or not I want you to keep the flannel on.” Ryujin’s not sure if she’s joking when she says this. A naked Yeji is something she’s always excited about, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t also appreciate how the shirt hangs off Yeji’s frame so well.
“Take it off.”
The two of them turn to Chaeryeong at the sudden proposition. Unlike them, Chaeryeong has never been one afraid to ask.
“What?” Chaeryeong quirks a brow at them. “You can’t just waddle around with your pants down and just your shirt on. Besides–” She reaches for Ryujin’s collar this time before making an effort to push the blouse off her shoulders. “–I want to see both of you.”
Ryujin grins as she locks eyes with Chaeryeong, the girl’s hands pushing her shirt down until it bunches up around her wrists. “What the lady wants…” Ryujin murmurs before shimmying her arms out of the sleeves and letting the garment fall to the floor. Behind her is the shuffle of more clothes she chalks up to Yeji undressing, but she’s too busy to check. Instead, she’s continuing the staring match that has inadvertently started between the two of them. Reaching behind herself, she decides to see if Chaeryeong’s eyes will fall once her bra does.
They don’t, but she does feel a pair of hands on her breasts. However, they’re not Chaeryeong’s, they’re–
“Yeddeong…” The name crawls out of her mouth as Yeji comes up from behind, pressing her bare torso to Ryujin’s back. It’s an inverse to how they were standing earlier, but when she feels Yeji’s waist against hers, Ryujin finds comfort in knowing that they fit together just the same.
“You know,” Yeji starts, “a part of me wants to get back at you for what you did to me earlier.”
Ryujin can only groan as Yeji starts to massage her. Her nipples harden instantly beneath the deftness of the other’s touch and she has to hold back from giving herself away and leaning too much into it.
“And what exactly did I do?” Even now, the most potent thing running in Ryujin’s blood is sarcasm. When she feels Yeji kiss her neck, she tilts her head and closes her eyes on instinct. A breath gets driven out of her when Yeji stamps her lips down to the rich chocolate of her neck.
“Do I really need to remind you, Ryuddaeng?” Yeji answers for her as she maneuvers a hand through the waistband of Ryujin’s skirt. She stays on the outside of her underwear though and simply touches her through the layer of cotton between them. “But as sure as I am about how much we’d both enjoy that, all I can think about is what you told me about earlier – her lips..her hair…her chest.”
The post-nut surety of one Hwang Yeji is always a sight to behold. Feeling Yeji slip away from her, Ryujin opens her eyes to see the older girl promptly take on the role of would-be director as she sets them up for what’s coming next.
“Oh, there’s more?” There’s a playful curiosity in Chaeryeong’s tone as she lets herself be moved again. This time, she’s standing in front of Yeji with her back to Ryujin.
“Uh-huh.” With her back to the counter, Yeji tangles her fingers with Chaeryeong’s and starts to play with them. “Why don’t you show her?”
Stepping up, the first thing she notices is the expression on Chaeryeong’s face. This time, the girl has no clue what’s in store for her, but the trust she had in them is present regardless. The same can be said for Yeji as she observes them with the hindsight of already having been through the first part of her scheme. Together, they don’t allow Ryujin even a chance to doubt herself as she positions herself behind Chaeryeong. So instead, she decides to continue with the confidence streak and do what she does best.
She kneels down in front of them and, demonstrating the same kind of unceremonious attitude that Chaeryeong had earlier, tugs down her leggings and underwear in one fell swoop. The inhale that Ryujin takes is long and deep as she takes in the sight of Chaeryeong’s naked lower half. She can see present the same kind of definition that runs through her arms, previously hidden by the tights now around her ankles.
“Is this all from us?” Ryujin leans in closer, her hot breath washing over Chaeryeong’s even hotter core making the girl tremble. Raising her hand, she extends a finger before running it right up her slit. “Are you already this wet?” she asks, observing the glint of the light off her fingertip. “Just from Yeji fucking your mouth?”
Chaeryeong doesn’t answer right away, instead choosing to step out of her leggings while she still has fine motor control. “What if I am?” she asks as she spreads her legs in front of her. “What are you going to do about it?”
Ryujin starts with her hands and her hands start with Chaeryeong’s legs. The striations of her muscles make obvious paths for her fingers to follow until they reach the trunks of her thighs. That’s when she adds her mouth in to press a kiss to the exposed skin before her. She decides to give Chaeryeong a taste of her own medicine, same as when Yeji was aching in front of her and she offered anything but relief.
“Please, I want to feel your mouth,” Chaeryeong pleads, the smugness from a second ago already gone. Her voice is shaky and Ryujin appreciates how she’s always so receptive to their touch. Something so simple, like the graze of a fingernail or the brush of a pair of lips, always seems to careen through her body at maximum speed to wrack her senses.
Ryujin can see it now – can finally picture herself as the cat on the counter pushing their claws to the cup.
Chaeryeong threatens to implode when Ryujin finally lays her mouth over her aching cunt. The angle is awkward and not the most optimum for what she wants to do, but she plans to make do with experience and enthusiasm. Flattening her tongue against her center, Ryujin takes her time with it as she moves along the seam with long, languid licks. She savors Chaeryeong in every sense of the word – the taste of her in her mouth – the feeling of her legs holding not-so-steady in her hands – and especially the sounds that pour out of her mouth and right into Ryujin’s ears.
With everything going on in front of her, it’s hard to tell what’s happening above. All she knows is that Chaeryeong’s composure is at threat of fracturing with each additional touch. She can only presume that Yeji is gawking at them, too enraptured to interrupt the show that Ryujin is more than happy to give her.
Reaching one hand around her thigh, Ryujin finds Chaeryeong’s clit instantly – not even needing the confirmation that she’s touched it when she hears a yelp come from the girl above her. With two fingers, she rubs small, focused circles on the nub there while she continues to paint Chaeryong’s lower lips with her tongue.
It’s a game they play. Ryujin will apply more pressure with her digits and dip her tongue in deeper and Chaeryeong will respond in kind with another tremble or gasp. At one point, Chaeryeong reaches behind her to put her hand on the back of Ryujin’s head – anything to feel more of her. Feeling the desperate clutch of the fingers in her hair, Ryujin decides to bring it home.
There’s no shock when Chaeryeong falls apart with Ryujin’s name evacuating her mouth. It’s not just what she’s been doing between her legs – it’s the culmination of everything that she’s done and that’s been done to her up to this point. Chaeryeong’s body locks together tight when she reaches her peak, the waves of pleasure after that gradually transitioning into ripples of whimpers.
Ryujin works her down from it until the odd spasm in her leg stills. As she shoots up from the floor, she looks like a lion emerging face-first from a feast – feeling just as prideful. Now on her feet, she can see that Chaeryeong has buried her head in the crook of Yeji’s neck, steadying herself with a hand around the older girl’s bicep.
Yeji meets her gaze, only for her eyes to fall down to Ryujin’s mouth. She leans forward and Ryujin joins their lips halfway. She takes the cherry flavor still present on Yeji’s lips and trades it for the Chaerry tang on her own. The other girl is voracious once she gets a taste, a hand shooting to the back of Ryujin’s neck to replace the one Chaeryeong just had on her.
Ryujin pulls away before Yeji can devour the whole of her. The sound of heavy breathing fills the space between them, but it’s not from either of them. Chaeryeong has been scrutinizing them with longing eyes, her appetite not sated with only her first encounter with pleasure for the day.
“More?” Ryujin asks, as if she doesn’t already know the answer.
But Chaeryeong nods all the same, not risking anything. “I need you inside me.”
Chaeryeong moves her feet back, her hands going to grip the countertop on either side of Yeji. With her legs out, all Ryujin can think is that it gives her the ease of access she wishes she had earlier, but she knows better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.
“What the lady wants…” Yeji smirks as she runs her hands up Chaeryeong’s arms.
Ryujin spares Yeji a glance at the comment, but she does so while returning to her place behind Chaeryeong. She’s relieved to finally be able to take off the skirt and briefs that have been keeping her imprisoned all morning. A sigh drops from her mouth as she throws the last articles of her clothing to the side before her hands settle onto Chaeryeong’s hips.
“Here. Let me.” Ryujin moans when Yeji reaches beneath Chaeryeong’s legs and takes hold of her cock. “Can’t believe you were able to wait this long,” Yeji muses as she runs her hand over it.
Ryujin tightens her jaw as Yeji decides to spend more time messing with her. Just feeling the tip of her cock being dragged up and down Chaeryeong’s folds is agony enough, but the fact is that every time she tries to push her hips forward, Yeji just moves it away.
“Maybe not much longer,” Ryujin growls and glares.
It makes the girl chuckle, but she secedes to Chaeryeong when she looks up at her with those eyes and and talks to her in that tone of voice.
“Yeji-yah…”
“Okay, okay.” She relents and kisses Chaeryeong tenderly. “Here we go…”
Ryujin opens her mouth to speak but is left speechless when Yeji keeps true to her word. The next time she lines Ryujin up, Chaeryeong takes the initiative to push back against her and onto her cock.
“Fuck.”
Ryujin gets rocked by the sudden feeling of Chaeryeong enveloping her. She knows what Chaeryeong’s temperament for this is now, but Ryujin has no choice but to start slow. She’s afraid she’ll come too early if she starts off any faster, so she takes her time – not so much thrusts, but a stoic glide in and out of her. The heat. The tightness. The sight of it. Even at her current pace, it quickly starts to add up.
“You’re filling me up so much, Ryujin.” Chaeryeong does her best to shatter her self-control as she wriggles her hips against her. She’s impatient – she usually is when it comes to matters like these – but Ryujin thinks she’s only like that because neither she nor Yeji can ever say no to her.
So, she doesn’t. She tightens the hold she has on Chaeryeong’s hips and starts moving how Chaeryeong would want her. Though the sensation threatens to bring this to an end sooner than later, Ryujin decides to grin and bear it as the kitchen starts to echo with the sound of their waists hitting each other. Ryujin’s splitting her attention from her moving in and out of her to the muscles flexing in Chaeryeong’s back to the profile of her face – stuck perpetually between moans and mewls.
“You’re taking her so well.” Yeji feeds the line into Chaeryeong’s ear, though it’s hard to tell if she’s paying attention to anything but what’s happening behind her. And it’s not that Yeji is the jealous type – the exact opposite if anything – but it’s more so that she sees an opportunity to make Chaeryeong feel even better that lead her hand reaching forward again, this time to tend to that small bundle of nerves between her legs that even Ryujin’s cock can’t reach. It makes Chaeryeong feel even tighter around her – each slam of their hips bringing Ryujin closer and closer. But, as wound up as Ryujin has been all day, Chaeryeong was already unravelling before this even started.
Whatever sound or word that exits from Chaeryeong when she comes this time serves only as a prelude to the noise that Ryujin buries into Chaeryeong’s shoulder when she comes right after. One final brace of her sides and one last push into her as Ryujin spills into Chaeryeong as she milks her for everything she’s got.
Though they started this as separate people, Ryujin’s breath and heartbeat fall into lockstep with Chaeryeong’s as she rests her head on the back of Chaeryeong’s neck. There’s nowhere else for her to go as her orgasm dies down, the kisses she applies to Chaeryeong’s skin as much for Ryujin as it is for her.
When she is ready to move again, the first thing she does is lift her head to find Chaeryeong’s mouth. This time, the kiss is slow and gentle – a stand-in for all the words they don’t have the energy to say at the moment.
Chaeryeong whimpers when she finally decides to pull out of her. Ryujin has to stifle a groan as the tightness and heat that was around her disappears. She eyes the remainder of her orgasm leaking out of Chaeryeong and it makes her cock twitch. When she looks up at Yeji, she sees the other girl already has her eyes trained on her as if they were both thinking the same thing.
“Hey, princess.” Yeji whispers it into the top of Chaeryeong’s head like a secret. “Do you think you can handle one more round?”
Chaeryeong looks up at her. The movement is slow and lazy, but the look in her eyes is anything but. “Yeah.” She sounds raring to go, but when she tries to stand up of her own volition, her legs wobble and Yeji goes to catch her just in case.
“I got you,” she says as she holds back a chuckle. With a feat of strength that hits Ryujin probably as hard as it hits Chaeryeong, Yeji scoops the smaller girl up by her thighs and lifts her into the air with ease. The haul isn’t long, just a quick 180 to set her on top of the kitchen island, but the effortlessness in which Yeji does it is impressive all the same.
With their princess on her throne, Chaeryeong takes a good, hard look at the two women in front of her before fixating on herself. “Guess I should take this off now, huh?” She addresses the sweater she has on, noticing that she’s still the only one of them wearing anything.
After Chaeryeong throws it to where the rest of their clothing is, Yeji wastes no time to move forward and touch her. Ryujin follows in after her to attack her shoulders. She remembers those two pale mountains peeking out from a valley of cotton. Now, she lays her mouth over them until she finds a trail up to Chaeryeong’s neck and the source of her sweet cherry scent. She breathes in, and then she hears Yeji do the same.
Working her way down Chaeryeong’s body, she doesn’t so much as skip her breasts so much as she lets Yeji have full reign of them. Instead, she goes to the other part of Chaeryeong that had enticed her earlier. That little strip of stomach that teased her is now a full expanse of skin. She dips her tongue into her belly button, presses her lips to every line of muscle that accompanies each breath, and – inevitably – lands at the equator of Chaeryeong’s waist.
“Now?”
Ryujin tilts her head to find Yeji looking down at her. She doesn’t understand what she means at first by the question, but she can see Yeji running her hand up Chaeryeong’s thigh towards her center and that gives it away.
“Yeah,” Ryujin answers. “Let’s do it.”
Yeji nods and turns her attention to Chaeryeong. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmm…” She lets out a long exhale as Yeji continues to run a hand up and down her thigh. When she does decide to answer, she leans forward and drags a fingertip along the bottom of Yeji’s already-hard-again cock. “Like I’m not done with you two yet.” She grins and it’s clear that she might be more ready than them for what’s coming next as she pulls Yeji towards the middle of her legs.
As Ryujin takes a step back to get a better view, Chaeryeong shoots her a discerning glare that stops her in her tracks.
“I said the two of you.” She motions her head towards the other side of the island, keeping her eyes on Ryujin the whole time while she walks over to the designated spot.
“Yeji got to have her fun.” Chaeryeong reclines onto her back, her head lolling over the side of the counter. She’s looking up at Ryujin, face falling right beside where Ryujin’s waist is.
“You don’t have to–” Ryujin starts and stops when Chaeryeong takes her cock into her mouth. She’s still a bit sensitive, but she can already feel herself getting hard again under Chaeryeong’s masterful tongue. She brings her hands up to the bottom of Chaeryeong’s head, both to cradle it and to ground herself.
Across from her, Yeji is giving Chaeryeong’s body the attention it rightfully deserves – kisses and caresses over every inch of her now that Yeji has her all to herself. When she looks up and sees Ryujin watching her, she stops for a moment before returning to the half-formed hickeys she’s leaving on her abdomen. Ryujin’s not sure, but she thinks that if it weren’t for the kitchen island obstructing them, then Yeji would’ve climbed over Chaeryeong to join right in.
Chaeryeong pulls Ryujin’s out of her mouth with a ‘pop’ once she’s fully hard again. It’s a bit strange, not just the position and perspective they find themselves in, but to finally polish off this spontaneous little idea that Ryujin had when she first saw the both of them.
As if feeling her apprehensions, Chaeryeong reaches up to grab her hand once again.
“Once for yes and–”
“Twice for no.”
Chaeryeong smiles as Ryujin finishes the statement before she lifts her head up towards Yeji. She reaches over to cup her chin and tilt her head up, pulling her attention away from that spot right beneath her breast she was tending to.
“You can fuck me now.”
An exhale. A gulp. The brief short-circuit that flashes through Yeji’s head. The older girl nods and angles her head to kiss the side of Chaeryeong’s hand before removing herself from the countertop.
Ryujin watches as Yeji repositions herself in front of Chaeryeong. She doesn’t need to be warmed up any longer, doesn’t need to be teased, but the sounds that come from Chaeryeong as Yeji plays with her make it worth it all the same.
But Yeji’s smart, she’s gotten to know their bodies just as much as they’ve learned about hers, and she knows when Chaeryeong has had enough. When she finally enters her, there’s no warning, only the moan that leaves Chaeryeong’s mouth.
Yeji starts off strong and Ryujin is entranced with the scene unfolding before her. She looks at the muscles in Yeji’s arms as she holds onto Chaeryeong’s hips. She watches Chaeryeong’s breasts bounce with every jut forward. But mostly, she looks at the part of them where they join together – how quickly Yeji’s cock starts to glisten with Chaeryeong’s slick and her own cum.
“Ryujin-ah.” The whine is accompanied by additional pressure on her hand and it causes her to look down to see Chaeryeong there – mouth open and waiting for her.
Placing one hand on the side of the countertop to steady herself, her other is holding her length at the base as she pushes herself forward. She moves the tip of it along Chaeryeong’s mouth, earning herself her own lipstick stain of a badge. When she slides in, past her lips and her teeth, she can only marvel at how well Chaeryeong fits around her like this.
Ryujin stops moving once she bottoms out against the cavern of Chaeryeong’s mouth. Though she might be still, the world around her isn’t. Yeji continues to fuck her on the other side of the table and each thrust moves Chaeryeong against her again and again. At the same, the whines that Chaeryeong is privy to end up reverberating around her length. There’s no peace until she squeezes Chaeryeong’s hand and asks: “Good?”
After feeling Chaeryeong squeeze back, she pulls herself out about halfway before pushing in again. With Yeji moving at the speed she is, Ryujin decides she needs to work up to that – using the girl as some sort of pace car. Each time she moves faster or thrusts harder, she checks in with Chaeryeong. And each time she does so, she receives a stronger squeeze in response as if she’s being told to let go.
“Damn,” she hears from Yeji. “Both of you look so hot – stuffing her mouth like that.”
“Yeah,” Ryujin nods, knowing that the two of them have been on the other side of where they are now. “She’s just taking me so well.”
Another squeeze. Another moan that vibrates around her cock. As they settle into a rhythm, Ryujin starts to grow more comfortable and confident. She trusts that Chaeryeong trusts her and that keeps her going forward. Eventually, she matches Yeji’s pace and they find some sort of equilibrium there as they thrust in and out of her.
“She’s so tight,” Yeji says. “I don't know how much longer I can last.”
Ryujin feels pressure on her hand again and it makes her chuckle. “Just hold on a little more,” she says to Yeji. “I think she’s almost there too.”
The end hits them in two parts. The first part is Chaeryeong’s orgasm, which starts by her raising her free hand towards Yeji’s so that she can feel both of them as she comes. The second part is hearing Yeji’s moan as Chaeryeong tightens around her, leading to her practically lifting Chaeryeong’s hips off the table as she finishes herself off with one last thrust in her.
But Ryujin’s not done, even after feeling Chaeryeong moan around her cock and the grip of her hand when she comes. All that does is just egg her on towards her own imminent end.
Yeji can see how close she is, so she pulls out of Chaeryeong. She looks down and takes a breather to admire her handiwork before looking back over to her. “Hey, Ryujin.” After she gets her attention, she brings two fingers forward and slides them up Chaeryeong’s folds to collect all of their orgasms on her fingertips. Then, she shows it off clearly to her before licking her fingers clean.
That’s what pushes Ryujin over the edge. That’s what leads to her pulling out of Chaeryeong’s mouth at the last second – a desperate gasp coming from the girl at the sudden loss – before she wraps her own hand around her cock to stroke herself off. Though a bit weaker than her first orgasm, it still manages to go everywhere over Chaeryeong’s body – even hitting Yeji on the other side – before retiring to a small dribble.
It’s quiet again as Ryujin stands at the head of the kitchen island. Her hand falls away to the side of her and Yeji just looks on, wide-eyed at the aftermath of it all. Cinnamon. Cherry. Chocolate. Sweat. It’s all there, in the air.
“Fuck,” Yeji says. “That was hot.”
Job done, Ryujin drops to her knees beside Chaeryeong after seeing everything she’s wanted come to fruition. Even upside down, the hairs have stayed stuck to her forehead due to exertion. The lipstick she put on this morning has worked itself all around her mouth, and onto Ryujin’s and Yeji’s cock as well. She lays there, limp, chest heaving, and with an almost obnoxious smile on her face.
“Fun, right?” Chaeryeong says with a giggle, still light and airy despite everything.
Ryujin just nods, a bit too tired to laugh as she playfully knocks her head into Chaeryeong’s.
“You guys okay?” she hears Yeji yell from the other side.
Ryujin answers by shooting a thumbs-up topside. The entire time, she’s looking at Chaeryeong and Chaeryeong is looking at her back. As she brings her thumb down and the shuffle of Yeji’s feet play out on the other side, she braves one last request.
“Kiss me?”
Chaeryeong laughs and then she kisses her.
Chins bumping into noses.
Hands cupping upside-down cheeks.
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