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"Yujinnie, where are you—"

The door to the dressing room opens before Wonyoung even finishes her question. Seemingly out of thin air, Yujin appears, casually dressed in comparison, jeans and an oversized shirt, one that drapes off her shoulder. She adjusts her glasses before raising an eyebrow curiously.

"I'm right here, babe. Where else would I be?"

Wonyoung smiles. "White or black?"

Yujin thinks it over for a moment, stepping inside the cramped room while Wonyoung holds out both, alternating the two colors against her skin, model-like in her confidence and elegant posture. One is frilly, simple and comfortable, while the other, black—very flattering. And sexy. And skimpier.

"Can't really tell like this, huh?" Wonyoung asks as she spins around, studying the fabric—one she holds in front, while the other adorns her back. "One makes my ass look great, but is kind of boring—the other makes my tits great, but is kinda slutty."

"You're plenty slutty without the dress," Yujin teases as she slides behind and inspects the same dress herself. "Why not both? One and then the other later?"

"Maybe…" Wonyoung laughs nervously, blushing. "Maybe I'll just skip to later."

"Slutty it is then, princess," Yujin says and kisses her neck. The giggle that bubbles up out of Wonyoung is far too cute not to enjoy. "Think black looks better on you anyway."

"More skin is good, right?" Not completely certain about the outfit, Wonyoung sighs.

"Whatever makes you feel prettier." Yujin smiles, nuzzling closer and wrapping her arms tight, the two of them staring into the full-length mirror.

"You make me feel pretty," Wonyoung says, something softer coming over the normally fiery, assertive girl. She giggles again when she feels another peck on her neck from Yujin.

"Can't get any prettier."

Wonyoung stands frozen to her spot as Yujin moves down to her shoulders, lips attacking any inch of flesh that's bare. Lingering there, the kisses go to her upper back. More vulnerable, the sensation tickling, and causing Wonyoung to softly exhale.

"With these heels then?" Wonyoung asks, as if trying to remain composed, even if her cheeks glow with heat. She bends down and produces a pair of stilettos from the floor, and Yujin tilts her head in consideration. "Or should I stick with flats?"

"I like the way you look in heels. But white?" Yujin laughs, and Wonyoung offers a cute little pout that seems frustrated.

"They match the dress," Wonyoung insists.

"It's a black dress, baby, everything will match. But ditch those. I think I like that red pair you brought better."

"Red would clash with my lipstick..."

"Then we'll just have to get rid of that too, yeah?" Yujin grins, her eyes finding Wonyoung's through the reflection in the mirror. She spins her around and cups the sides of her face, and before Wonyoung even has a chance to think, Yujin's lips capture hers.

The dress gets caught somewhere in between them, but that's the least of their concern.

As their kiss gets deeper, Wonyoung whimpers softly, legs becoming more wobbly, and Yujin can only grip tighter, hoping to steady her.

When they finally break apart, both slightly out of breath, Yujin does nothing but admire her. Wonyoung looks beyond adorable like this—a shade of red flushed over her face, eyes wide, the smear of crimson lipstick streaking her own lips.

"There," Yujin murmurs and reaches up, smearing the remains of lipstick even more—Wonyoung's full lips a mess of color. "No need for lipstick at all."

Wonyoung tries to protest, only to have her words muffled as Yujin pulls her right back into another searing kiss, her fingers grabbing tight to her hips to keep her close. "That one was expens—"

"Don't care," Yujin shushes her with another short kiss. "It looks way better smeared all over me."

Wonyoung groans, faux annoyance masking her enjoyment. "You're so—impossible sometimes."

"And you're the one buying dresses you've no intention of wearing for long," Yujin counters, her hands moving south to grope the firm swell of her ass, Wonyoung moaning softly at the contact. "Which makes you just as impossible as me."

"Bite me," Wonyoung mutters, crossing her arms. Yujin can't help the shit-eating grin stretching across her features.

"Happy to. Later."

"It was meant as—" Wonyoung tries to protest as Yujin kisses down her jaw again, grinning against her skin. "God, you're insufferable."

"Keep telling me that like you're not exactly the same way."

And then Yujin has Wonyoung right where she wants her, leaning over to steal one last kiss—except Wonyoung matches the aggression, not at all afraid to reciprocate. But just before she has the girl totally succumbed, Wonyoung huffs and slaps a hand to her chest to push her away.

"Hey—"

"Wait outside," Wonyoung sternly orders as Yujin stands there, mildly amused at her own lack of conviction. Like it's no challenge at all to simply defy the order.

"I'm a little busy,” Yuijn says, not wanting to keep her lips off that bare skin.

"So am I," Wonyoung snaps back, pointing to the exit. "Be a good girl and let me have some privacy, yeah?"

Yujin nearly cackles, but gives her one firm grope on the ass, a smack for good measure. "Sure, princess. Whatever you need."

"Fancy seeing you here," Yujin says casually, with two champagne glasses in hand. A cheeky grin paints her lips as she offers the other glass, Wonyoung shooting a curious glance her way.

"Heard there's a pretty girl wandering around here all alone. Crazy body too. Legs for days—lips that could suck the soul right out of your body..." Wonyoung says matter-of-factly before drinking half the glass in a gulp.

Yujin bursts out laughing at that and quickly follows suit, sipping her own drink and grinning back at her. "Yeah? I've heard a similar description about a girl hanging around here. Seems a little high maintenance though."

Wonyoung's eyes widen. "Uh huh," she begins, scanning around for a waiter, or anyone in the area holding champagne. "Think that girl should get some appreciation before going home with someone else."

"Yeah," Yujin agrees, offering her hand which Wonyoung gladly takes. The two of them head off to a more secluded corner where the light is dimmer. "Shame someone already nabbed her, no?"

In seconds, Wonyoung presses her body into Yujin, the sudden shove against the wall that catches her off guard. But Yujin finds herself giggling—grinning widely and unable to resist pressing back to match. It's the way Wonyoung inches closer to her face, practically nose to nose and close enough to share the breath on each other's lips.

"What a shame," Wonyoung says, biting on Yujin's lower lip and tugging on it, eliciting an even wider smile. "Because I've heard the rumors, that she's a really good fuck—"

"Think I could give her a run for her money," Yujin breathes out. Wonyoung runs a finger down the exposed skin on Yujin's abdomen, tracing the shape of her birthmark.

"Probably," Wonyoung says, sneaking a hand up the small skirt Yujin is wearing. "I've heard she's really good at eating pussy too. Any chance you—"

"Could give a demonstration?" Yujin grins, and pulls Wonyoung back against her. "I could do one right now, if that's what you want."

"Love to see you try. But not here, obviously."

"Obviously," Yujin nods in agreement. Her fingers thread through Wonyoung's hair, cradling the back of her neck gently. "Guess we'll save that for later tonight then..."

"Or earlier," Wonyoung murmurs as she kisses along Yujin's neck, slow, methodical, like she's got all the time in the world. "I know a couple of backrooms here. I'm pretty good with directions."

"Maybe I should lead the way. We might end up in some dark supply closet or something," Yujin says, with a mischievous spark in her eye. Even in the dim lighting, she can see the flustered expression and adorable shade of red spreading across Wonyoung's cheeks. So easy to rile her up.

"How romantic. Love the smell of bleach when your tongue is in my ass."

Yujin snorts. "Please. Have some tact, princess. We are in public."

"How very rich coming from you. Weren't you talking about the plug this morning you wanted to wear to this? The white one—"

With a hand over mouth, Yujin can only giggle. "It was the black one, but thanks for denying my fun."

"If you want fun, I'll take you to that bleach-smelling closet and make you squirt all over my fingers. Don't test me."

"Lead the way, then?"

"You wish, brat," Wonyoung laughs, and puts a finger to Yujin's lips.

That's when Yujin takes it as an invitation to slip it inside her mouth, latching her lips onto the slender finger, sucking hard.

"An Yujin! We are in public!" Wonyoung scolds but doesn't pull away.

She nearly explodes at that from how hot her own face burns at Yujin's teasing, at the devious grin etched onto those cute features. Wonyoung has half the mind to find that closet she promised right here and now.

"I hate you."

Yujin laughs softly, amused as always, and pulls her even tighter against her own body. "Pretty sure you don't. Kinda feel like you might feel the exact opposite, in fact."

Wonyoung sighs, keeping Yujin's hands on her face as she sinks into the touch. How annoyingly perceptive. Because nothing in the world could convince her to hate Yujin, much to her dismay. Not even her ridiculous antics at a classy gala like this one.

When Wonyoung pulls back, that smile is still on her lips—almost intoxicating and too perfect to be real. "...We'll talk more about eating my ass later."

"Love you too," Yujin laughs again as she strokes the side of Wonyoung's face, lingering briefly before taking the final steps towards the main floor. "Now—can't have our date spoiled before I even get a chance to show off that new dress. Let's go show everyone how good it makes your ass look."

Averting her eyes and smiling brightly, Wonyoung reaches for Yujin's hand. She intertwines her fingers and squeezes.

"If you say so."

It takes some maneuvering to get the front door to open, with Yujin's mouth preoccupied with kissing every inch of sensitive skin along Wonyoung's neck while she fiddles with the keys. The amount of alcohol in both their systems likely doesn't help either, those expensive, designer heels once a source of pride, now reduced to a mere hindrance—all while Yujin watches in amusement. "Need any help there, princess?"

Wonyoung attempts to collect as much dignity as she can as her key shoves into the right spot after several attempts, an instant pout forming. "Not from you. Stupid door. Told you we should get those electronic locks so I don't have to do this."

"Yeah, well, considering how drunk you are right now—not even sure you could remember four numbers," Yujin teases, with a particularly loud cackle as the lock finally turns and the two stumble inside. Wonyoung ignores her, tossing her purse on a nearby counter and stripping away her jacket. She doesn't hesitate in the moment to loosen the straps of her heels while leaning against the wall for support.

"I'm not drunk," Wonyoung says defiantly, words far too slurred for them to hold any actual weight, nearly toppling over after one heel slips off, kicking it aside. "You're drunk."

Yujin quickly walks up behind to steady her—hands around her slender waist, not exactly an easy task in six-inch stilettos. With a small burst of laughter, Yujin shakes her head and quickly follows suit—unsteady as she kicks away her own shoes, struggling to stay balanced.

"Yeah, you definitely are. Told you not to take shots like that."

"Funny you said that because I specifically remember someone egging me on..."

"Yeah? That does sound like something I'd do," Yujin says with a light giggle. "But still."

"Brat," Wonyoung mutters, her cheeks slightly red and warm to the touch. It only earns a loud scoff from Yujin, one of disbelief.

"Me? There's no way you're calling me a brat, Wonyoungie. That's literally your whole thing," Yujin says, crouching down to remove Wonyoung's other shoe before leading her over towards the couch.

"Am not," Wonyoung quietly grumbles, barely managing to find her footing by holding onto Yujin's shoulders as she stumbles again. A very apparent flush of red colors her cheeks by now. "Not a brat... not drunk..."

Yujin simply rolls her eyes, then holds out her hand in assistance. She barely has time to catch her as Wonyoung suddenly falls forward and takes Yujin with her.

"Oh, you're totally plastered. I mean, we had fun, so it's whatever." Yujin laughs before Wonyoung tries to play off the sudden act of imbalance, hovering on top of Yujin and staring down at her.

"That was intentional. I'm fine," Wonyoung says, as if she doesn't quite realize how she's basically laying flat across Yujin's frame. Her dress hikes up and rides high, legs sprawled out, bare skin and stockings all exposed. Yujin's gaze doesn't even falter for a second.

"Can't tell," Yujin says, not missing a beat. "Honestly looks like a natural disaster just happened right here."

Wonyoung just scoffs at her. In reality, it's hard not to stare. Wonyoung's face in full makeup like this, cherry lips and rosy cheeks, the way her long silky hair frames her pretty features. Yujin would struggle not to stare if she weren't holding herself back from laughing.

"Yujinnie," Wonyoung mumbles, finally moving to get comfortable with her face right at the crook of Yujin's neck. The hot breath combined with the faint scent of alcohol lingering on Wonyoung's lips almost causes Yujin's giggles to subside. She brushes a strand of hair away, and this time doesn’t hold back the stares.

"Yes, baby?"

"You're so pretty," Wonyoung says, causing Yujin to nearly choke back a snort. "Hold still—the room keeps spinning. Stay still and let me admire how beautiful you are, Yujinnie. I swear."

"Not moving, princess. I promise," Yujin says with an uncontrollable grin. She swallows her laughter and feels the warmth on Wonyoung's body atop hers. Maybe she's a bit tipsy too, and it takes a surprising amount of effort to avoid breaking character and just give in to more laughter.

Wonyoung takes a deep breath, inhaling Yujin's scent as she glances up for a moment. "You're so warm."

"The room must be really spinning for you to be this—"

"Shut up. It's spinning, shut up."

"—I was gonna say adorable."

"I'm not adorable. You are," Wonyoung fires back, attempting her most intimidating glare possible—but with the cute little pout and pink in her cheeks, her efforts fall short. Yujin nearly chokes.

"Get off me for a second," Yujin groans after trying her best not to explode into fits of laughter. "You need some water, and then it's bedtime for you, drunk girl. Get some painkillers down and—"

"N-no," Wonyoung whines. And she digs her fingers harder into Yujin's hips and tries her best to cling to her. "Don't leave."

"You're going to get a headache if we don't get some water in you."

"Don't care," Wonyoung firmly states. She drags her lips along Yujin's skin, hot breath escaping with every press to her jawline. "I just need—"

"Water?"

"You," Wonyoung pouts, and clings even tighter. "Not water."

"Can you survive another second so that I can at least get some water and pills or..."

"Absolutely not." Wonyoung is the definition of stubborn.

And as much as Yujin's insistence on dragging her away and leaving for just one second is already wearing thin—so is Wonyoung's level of patience. Before Yujin can open her mouth to counter again, Wonyoung cups her cheeks and crashes her lips against hers without even so much of a word to indicate it's coming. Yujin can hardly even react in time, and for a moment, she finds her eyes closing in an attempt to maintain at least a little bit of her composure—already too easily dissolved from the taste of alcohol and strawberry on the girl's lips.

"Fine. Fine," Yujin says when they pull away, looking at Wonyoung, lips swollen. "I won't leave. But I don't wanna hear any complaining when your head hurts in the morning."

Wonyoung simply doesn't respond—preferring to kiss Yujin's lips again.

"I don't complain. I'm not drunk, so I won't have any headaches in the morning obviously," she mutters back, although the way her words slur and her eyes take a bit more focus makes that hard to believe.

"Suit yourself, princess," Yujin relents, her arms wrapping around the entirety of Wonyoung's slender frame. "Don't you want to at least take this dress off first? As hot as you look in it, I don't think you want to sleep in it."

"Then take it off me."

Yujin nods silently, reaching behind the fabric to slide down the zipper of the dress. Wonyoung just sounds downright exasperated as the alcohol-laden breath lands on her skin with every word, so it's not hard to indulge the request.

It's an automatic motion at this point. All too casually, she slowly tugs the metal of the zipper until it comes free and exposes Wonyoung's back who squirms ever-so-slightly. And perhaps Yujin might take her sweet time letting the dress fall, prolonging every tug and savoring the view in the meantime until Wonyoung's figure and all the pretty lingerie underneath comes to the surface.

It's Yujin's favorite: black, lacy, thin fabric against creamy skin. If she hadn't lost her breath earlier, she's certainly struggling now.

Somehow, Wonyoung finds the strength in the midst of her haze to shuffle off the dress the remainder of the way, falling to the ground in a heap. And god, Yujin loves the sight—draped across her lap with the fabric of her thong riding up the shape of her ass. So, of course, it takes every ounce of restraint in Yujin's veins to not tear the rest right then and there.

"God, you have no idea how fuckable you look right now," Yujin lets slip past her lips as she takes in all of it—everything Wonyoung has to offer.

The straps of her bra fall over the length of her shoulders, a small effort as the lace slips off with ease, until there's nothing else covering her perfect, perky breasts. Her nipples are pretty, pink, and stiff in the cool air.

"Right now? I always look fuckable," Wonyoung says with all the arrogance in the world, and the words just about send Yujin through the roof.

"Yeah, true. Your body is like—like literally sculpted by the gods. I swear."

Wonyoung looks up in confusion with a cocked eyebrow. "No, you idiot. The gods didn't do shit. I worked my ass off getting this body. Thank myself instead."

And Yujin—how could anyone react to that and not laugh at the absurdity of it. It's clear how Wonyoung isn't lacking in the confidence department. Yujin just shakes her head like it's the default reaction. She wouldn't have it any other way.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Thank you, Jang Wonyoung, for your tireless efforts and dedication for your stunning and magnificent physique."

That finally does the trick—causes Wonyoung to tug at Yujin's own dress. Not nearly enough to rip it off—but at this rate, Yujin thinks maybe she might. Wonyoung gives another annoyed huff before her fingertips rest on her back and fumble with the zipper before undoing it, leaving them both only in lingerie that costs an ungodly amount of money.

"Off," Wonyoung says, eyes clearly taking in the sinful view, savoring everything presented in front of her. "It's not fair I'm the only one with my tits out."

Yujin raises an eyebrow. "Thought you were about to pass the fuck out and go to bed."

"You thought wrong then," she says, watching Yujin match her state of undress in a matter of moments. "I wasn't drunk and wasn't planning on sleeping. But now I wanna do what I haven't been able to all evening—"

"And what exactly is that, princess?"

Wonyoung responds bluntly and without hesitation. "Eat you out. I really wanna eat you out."

Of course, Yujin laughs at that—especially as she's met with the sight of Wonyoung staring shamelessly between her thighs. There's a hunger written all across her features as she tugs Yujin's panties down, not even a thought spared, not when she knows exactly what she's in for.

"Prettiest girl with the prettiest pussy…" Wonyoung sighs like she's been thinking of nothing but that since the second she laid eyes on her tonight. "Wanted this the whole evening. All I could think of."

"A bit obsessed, aren't we, Wonyoungie? What about those backrooms you were so ready to explore," Yujin teases back, rolling her hips forward ever so slightly when she feels the graze of Wonyoung's tongue along her wet slit.

"You get too loud, we both know that wouldn't end well," Wonyoung fires back as if to preserve what little pride she has left.

"Me? Princess, have you heard the way you whine and moan my name the moment my tongue goes in your ass—"

Whine? Who's whining—I don't whine, I've never whined in my entire fucking life," Wonyoung denies, though judging by her tone and the way her breathing grows just that little more heavy, it's fairly clear she's just full of it.

"My mistake. Beg, cry, plead then. Whatever term, princess. You and I both know exactly what you sound like."

Wonyoung's next comeback is to abruptly capture her clit, suckling and slurping audibly in her attempts to prove Yujin wrong, who grips the leather couch as with eyes fluttering closed.

"Oh, fuck, baby, that's it—" Yujin arches up off the couch, unable to keep herself from tangling her fingers in Wonyoung's hair as her hips try their best to keep steady. "Just like that, fuck, you're so perfect. That mouth."

Yujin squeezes her thighs almost on instinct at the warmth between them, squirming in place with each long, precise motion from Wonyoung who holds her down against the couch.

"How many shots have you had? I'm not and never will beg for anything and you know it." Wonyoung gives one long lick up from the source of Yujin's wetness, eyes glued to her every movement, only to dip back down and savor her juices. "I was willing to eat you out in the middle of that fucking gala, when people were less than a dozen feet away. I might have an angelic face, but my mouth is the furthest thing from pure."

She punctuates it by pulling Yujin's hips to bring her closer, tongue lapping hungrily, dragging through her slick and delving deep inside.

"W-Wonyoungie—" Yujin's lips tremble ever so slightly, still fighting tooth and nail to put on a front of composure—a struggle that gets harder and harder the more Wonyoung's tongue drags through her wet folds.

Wonyoung glances up, holding her clit between her lips for as long as Yujin can stand it. There's something distinctly pleading in Yujin's wide eyes, begging for more. "Tell me I'm good at this, Yujinnie."

Despite having the advantage, Wonyoung is all desperate and hungry in her actions, frantic licks dragging through Yujin's wet cunt, not even stopping for a moment.

"The b-best at this. You already know that, baby, you always have." Yujin doesn't stop shoving Wonyoung's head closer to where she wants it. Her grip tightening on those dark locks, thighs tightening, starting to tremble.

Wonyoung flattens her tongue, flicking it against that little nub that drives Yujin off the couch, fucking her tongue inside to open her up, get whatever noises she can out of her.

"Yeah? Even better at eating pussy than you are at kissing. The best," Wonyoung praises between long licks. "Because you taste so good."

Yujin doesn't do anything but rock her hips up against Wonyoung's mouth, breathless, panting out her need for more, which Wonyoung seems more than eager to provide.

"B-Baby," Yujin says and squirms more, thighs spreading wider, and can hardly take Wonyoung's pretty face right between them. "Princess—"

Wonyoung latches back to her clit, sucking hard, so Yujin can hear the lewd sounds even with her eyes shut. She's on the last thread of control, seconds away from unraveling, thanks to Wonyoung who just won't let up, won't let a moment go without a swipe, flick, or slurp.

"God, you have no idea how good that is. Don't fucking stop. That mouth—"

Wonyoung only seems amused by the process. With the tip of her finger, she circles Yujin's tight hole, slick with juices, slowly plunging it inside before adding another without warning. There's something almost worship-like, a different sort of admiration written across her face at the sight of Yujin writhing helplessly under her.

"And you have no fucking clue how hot you are like this. Moaning like a needy little—"

"Don't say it," Yujin exhales, and desperately needs something to anchor her. Wonyoung's slim, dexterous fingers curl inside her, and the dual assault makes Yujin want to melt into the couch.

"What?" Wonyoung feigns ignorance. She stares down at Yujin and revels in the sight, lips curled in a satisfied smirk as she devours her. "Come on, Yujinnie. Tell me what you are."

Yujin throws her head back and moans out of necessity. Something only Wonyoung can pry out of her. It's shameless, a raspy sound forced from deep inside her core, and as much as Yujin expects to regret letting that one escape, Wonyoung is just relentless in every aspect.

"Your pussy is so wet," Wonyoung groans like it's a blessing sent from heaven—and at this point, Yujin can't even say she's surprised. "Gushing like a little whore the moment I get my tongue in you. Mm. Adorable."

"Princess," Yujin gasps. It's as much a protest as it is a plea for more of her. It's starting to become embarrassingly familiar. The feel of her walls fluttering around the press of Wonyoung's fingers, clenching around them like she's scared they'll never slide back in.

"You don't get to speak. Until you tell me what I want to hear," Wonyoung insists. And perhaps it's just her alcohol-laced words, or the overwhelming desire clouding her better judgment—either way, the desperation is evident. Yujin's neediness is palpable, inescapable, all-consuming.

Yujin's toes curl and it feels like a blade lodged at her throat, preventing her from responding. As much as Wonyoung is too damn good at everything, the wetness of her tongue inside her, her hands on her body—there's still the faintest inkling of dignity within her.

Yujin gasps weakly, fingers tangling up in her hair to hold on to something, anything—because Wonyoung's very quickly bringing her to the edge.

And then Yujin silently admits defeat. Lets her head hit the back of the couch with a thud and forces her gaze to the ceiling to block out the sight of Wonyoung greedily driving her tongue deeper inside of her cunt, giving no respite to the juices flowing down her lips.

The flat of Wonyoung’s tongue drags, slowly, painfully slow, to collect her juices. "Let's try again."

It isn't often Yujin falls for this trick, but with each slow, deliberate stroke across her sensitive clit, her mouth seems to spill just a bit more. And judging by the smug look down below, it's evidently clear to Wonyoung.

"Don't you want to cum for me, Yujinnie? If you say the thing I wanna hear…" Wonyoung bats her lashes with feigned innocence, curling two digits against Yujin's sensitive sweet spot and setting her off with even the tiniest of flicks.

"God, you fucking brat," Yujin gasps and her hips can't help but try and grind back against the girl between her thighs. The fingers inside her move tortuously slow. "Y-yes—I'm close, I'm so close. Just keep your tongue—right—oh, god, Wonyoungie—"

Wonyoung breaks free from her flesh, and presses a kiss to the apex of her folds, the soaked heat of Yujin dripping from her lips. "What. Are. You? To be exact," Wonyoung emphasizes and doesn't keep licking or kissing until Yujin shudders under her, squirming from the lack of stimulation.

Yujin buries her face in her hands. But she's weak—she can feel Wonyoung's gaze burning into her, searing, the hunger consuming her and insatiable as ever.

"—A s-slut," Yujin admits—but perhaps it isn't that easy, because she can't seem to contain the shame coursing through her as the words pass her lips. "I'm a slut, Jang Wonyoung, a slut that needs to cum. Your slut."

"Perfect," Wonyoung murmurs, and immediately she's eating Yujin's cunt ravenously. No restraint, no care for anything but bringing her right over the edge. "Good girl."

And with that praise alone, the dam breaks. Her hips buck involuntarily and a loud, frantic moan gets coaxed out of Yujin as she falls into the orgasm she's been deprived.

"Yes, yes, y-yes—" Yujin is so weak and overcome with pleasure, and with the way Wonyoung's fingers pump into her with methodical movements, she can't tell the difference between speaking or moaning anymore. She's at her mercy, and it shows—nothing else could force the way Yujin spasms uncontrollably, cries out, clenches around the fingers inside her, makes that tongue work impossibly harder.

"Be a good girl for me and let me get it all out of you. Just a little more. Can you handle it, Yujinnie?" Wonyoung asks while pushing her further and further past those limits she can withstand.

"You fucking know I-I can," Yujin says, letting out a pathetic whine at the words and nods rapidly, tears beginning to form as the pressure mounts up once more.

Yujin's just an endless, panting, incoherent mess. Her legs just continue to spread wider—and god, if she could help it, but she can't. Not with the way Wonyoung keeps her wet fingers right there where she needs, curling, pumping just right until she's reduced the poor thing into a trembling mess, unable to contain the sounds that have no chance to be stifled, no matter how badly her pride begs it.

"R-right there. More— more, please," Yujin begs without thought for the implications.

Wonyoung works her tongue on her clit, messy fingers pumping, that desperate wet squelch deafening.

"That's it, make a fucking mess. That's what I like," Wonyoung purrs, pulling her mouth from the slick heat and licking her lips. "Wanna see how many times you can do it."

Yujin's cunt continues convulsing, and Wonyoung keeps pumping even faster with those walls clenching her fingers. Yujin sprays out like a goddamn fountain, far harder than the first, sobbing loudly at the fingers buried inside her. The immense amount of pleasure is far too much to take, but she finds no issue with submitting, crying out for more.

"B-baby—"

"I know you want more. Loving seeing this pretty pussy dripping like this. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

And Yujin can't even answer, much less look up, all begging and desperate, a mess all over Wonyoung's talented fingers—not even sure if she wants her to stop or to keep going.

The couch is undoubtedly ruined, as are the crumpled dresses discarded somewhere on the floor. But Wonyoung doesn't care, just pushes those same digits back in deep, so Yujin can ride the ecstasy until she thinks she might actually pass out.

"Two for one," Wonyoung muses, with that ever-present arrogance in the curl of her lips. "Too easy."

There's nothing but a litany of whines as Yujin grips her wrist and writhes uselessly in her attempt to escape Wonyoung's touch, nearly incapacitated with the overstimulation.

"That was like three times. You crazy fucking brat," Yujin gasps out amidst broken whines and a series of unflattering squirms as she tries, but fails, to pry the hand on her cunt away.

"Three was never my intention. That was all you, baby, someone got a little greedy."

That's enough for Wonyoung to show mercy, despite loving the tears in Yujin's eyes, the absolute wrecked stare of her, the wetness streaming down her thighs, all signs pointing at her ruined state. She withdraws, one knuckle at a time, which earns a long sigh of relief.

Until Wonyoung decides the best alternative would be to simply climb her way on top of an exhausted Yujin, underwear lost in the process of going down on her.

"You said you could handle it," Wonyoung reminds as she's now straddling a still-dazed Yujin on their couch, lining herself up until they both can feel the sensation of her heat pressed against her, their juices combining. "And now you're in shambles."

"D-don't," Yujin pleads, lets out one more pitiful whimper in some last hopeless attempt at getting out of the situation she's managed to find herself in.

"Don't what? Fucking show you what you can't handle?" Wonyoung shifts to slot a thigh between Yujin’s spread legs, unable to discern which mess belongs to who. Lifting one of her legs, as if to test whether or not she's too fucked out to respond, Wonyoung drags her pussy lips against Yujin's own, soaking her further with every rock of her hips.

Yujin can only watch as she feels the wetness beginning to accumulate between their bodies, skin flushed and sweat-ridden already. Her head falls back helplessly on the couch when Wonyoung does exactly what they both expect. The slick friction, the sheer amount of wetness exchanged between their connected bodies, sends Yujin's head swimming into a mind of overstimulation and lust.

"Tell me to stop then," Wonyoung starts, though it's a far shot from sincerity. "Or give me a signal if you can't speak anymore. Anything to tell me you can't keep up anymore."

Yujin won't give her the satisfaction. Can't give her the pleasure and give up that easily. But maybe it's the way Wonyoung stares her down, the way she shudders at Yujin's cunt grinding on her own just right, at the way their juices drip, clit grinding over the other's own in tandem. Maybe it's the pure exhaustion beginning to set in.

Despite every single nerve inside her telling her to tap out, Yujin finds herself falling deeper into the trap, into the insufferable pull of Wonyoung and what her body has to offer. A sensation so intoxicating she can't do anything but chase the high. Like an addict needing another hit.

"S-show me," Yujin says without any real conviction, not sure if she needs the pleasure or to somehow bring Wonyoung down to her level. "Show me that you can do better."

"I'll make you eat those words, An Yujin," Wonyoung says, and tilts her head as if Yujin's absurdity is just a tad too much for her. "Don't come crying to me when your legs won’t work."

Yujin can't find the strength to glare.

With no more room left for any protests, Wonyoung's dripping slit slides over Yujin, leaving trails of wetness that have no end in sight.

Their fluids mix, the slick friction sliding between their bodies ramping up while Yujin stays passive—only because the last thing she wants is to acknowledge the way she craves for this just as much.

Wonyoung just keeps the erratic rhythm of her cunt grinding into Yujin's own, forcing her to subject to the lack of restraints—as if there's little doubt that Yujin's body won't recover for days. Wonyoung seems to double down on destroying the little strength she has left, keeps Yujin's leg hoisted up over her shoulder, and uses it as leverage to get as much friction as she sees fit.

"Wet little slut and still greedy for more, aren't you?" Wonyoung taunts, watching her face closely, hips rolling roughly against hers.

Yujin can barely breathe out a whine as her entire body shakes, nerves on edge—because all Wonyoung does is rock her hips to make every muscle tense up involuntarily, to render Yujin incapable of any coherent thought. It takes everything she has within her to resist the impulse to lose herself.

"Stop talking—"

"Or what? You're going to shut me up, pretend that you don't need to cum for the fourth time? In case you lost count."

There's nothing left to bite back with, only a few breathless moans and the most helpless look on her face while she tries to match the friction Wonyoung forces upon her.

"Not a word? Good girl," Wonyoung says, with that touch of insincerity in her voice as she turns her attention back between their legs. "My pretty good girl."

Yujin can barely breathe. The constant overstimulation, the barrage of pleasure, the wetness and warmth between them becoming suffocating. Everything Wonyoung does feels like it's taking everything out of her and using her for whatever she pleases, yet here she is—clit rubbing over hers without protest, almost yearning for more as a whimper spills from her mouth.

"W-won—"

"Use your words. Or have you forgotten how to do that, too?"

Yujin needs to bite down on a finger to muffle the broken, filthy moan that escapes from her throat. But it's not like Wonyoung can't see what's happening, the way her face contorts to show just the most pathetic display of what a pathetic mess she's been reduced to.

"Fine," Wonyoung mutters as she gives up, taking her cue to really rut against her. "You had your chance."

Wonyoung forces every thrust hard against her, the sweet spot between her cunt and Yujin's proving too effective for her liking—but it's not Yujin who takes the next climax first. Not when she's gritting her teeth and holding back the overpowering sensation, body trying to ignore every signal that comes screaming through her. Wonyoung falls apart right over her with a ragged moan, slick and wetness spreading wherever it can as her cunt can't take it anymore. And then Yujin follows right after, when the last of her restraints break, when her hips buck wildly against Wonyoung's and the two share a collective, broken orgasm together, driven into endless bliss.

"Fuck, I just love the faces you make," Wonyoung says as she rides it out. Every last motion of her cunt rubbing up against Yujin's forces more messy arousal from them, thighs shaking from the mutual high.

"You, f-fucking—" Yujin can't help but inhale sharply, the last remnants of her orgasm making her go slack.

"Language, Yujinnie," Wonyoung says as she gives Yujin's soaked, raw, swollen cunt a harsh slap to elicit a sudden yelp and a much, much smaller throb of arousal. "My dumb little pup knows better than that."

All Yujin can really do is gasp out. Even so, as the last of the aftershocks have her squirming without end under Wonyoung, every drop of frustration and anger slips away from her. She feels drained beyond relief, can't even get out a sound when she feels fingers graze her folds, brushing lazily up and down while spreading around the copious fluids.

"Look at how fucking wet and fucked out you are," Wonyoung purrs, almost taunting as she admires her handiwork, idly pumping a finger or two back into Yujin's slick heat, as if to emphasize just how ruined she is. "You should see yourself. How pretty your wet little pussy looks."

It's embarrassing. The fact that Wonyoung is treating her like nothing more than a plaything she can't live without. Yujin feels so small under her gaze, can't even move while those fingers sink into her sensitive cunt once again. They fuck in and out, pushing more sticky fluid to pour from within, coercing Yujin into another jolt when Wonyoung's thumb rubs slow, lazy circles on her clit.

"P-please," Yujin whimpers out, eyes glossy, face streaked with tears from overstimulation—as she clenches uselessly around her. "Please stop... princess, stop. Can't anymore, please."

"Okay." Wonyoung draws back her hand, glances down at her fingers coated with a fresh layer of Yujin coating them, then brings them to her lips to lick them clean. "I suppose we can stop."

She presses her lips to Yujin's wet thighs, hands caressing all over, drinking in the sight of her helpless. A wrecked state Yujin doesn't realize exists until she hears herself make another drawn-out whine at how Wonyoung looks at her.

"Wanted to see how long you could last before you cracked and broke like you usually do. So predictable."

"You f-fucking—"

Wonyoung leans over her, an unreadable look on her face when she connects their lips, tongue entering past. She doesn't refuse the kiss, because it's what Yujin needs most, the taste of Wonyoung and her own self.

"Come shower with me," Wonyoung proposes.

"Carry me," Yujin whines. Wonyoung sighs.

"Really? Told you this would happen," Wonyoung chides, helping Yujin to her feet—mostly. "Are you happy with yourself now? Dumb puppy got what she wanted and couldn't handle it."

"My pussy's still throbbing," Yujin grits out. "You fucking destroyed it."

"Again—that's what you get."

"I hate you," Yujin groans as soon as she's finally standing. "Can barely walk."

Wonyoung glances away, hiding a devious smirk as she holds Yujin to her. "Good."

The morning hits, and it hits hard.

When Yujin wakes up, she has no recollection of the previous night, until she stirs from the sheets. The aching pain between her legs, the welts on her ass that still feel fresh.

Everything's too fucking sore; she almost hisses as she carefully drags herself out from bed, each step feeling like ten times heavier her usual self.

Walking with her thighs pressed tight, she can still feel it all, Wonyoung with all her efforts into ravaging her sore cunt. The tight tug of her hair with little praises in her ear, the smack of silicone and flesh, her face shoved into the pillows so that all her pathetic screams can come out muffled.

All the damage she's asked to be inflicted upon herself, the worst of it is the embarrassment at every movement she makes.

Washing up doesn't make her feel any better, especially because the reflection staring back at her seems foreign. Messy hair, tired eyes, and—is that a bite mark?

Yujin stretches up, shirt rising to reveal blemishes scattered across her abdomen and chest, with a distinct, dark purple one that stands out right at the side of her neck. Great. Fucking great. It feels like she got the living daylights fucked out of her. Which, again, is precisely her doing.

She reaches down between her legs, and feels the lingering remnants of Wonyoung from last night, the way she fucked her stupid. She wants to blame the alcohol, for letting herself go that effortlessly—for letting herself be used so easily, and absolutely torn to shreds. But the fact is she'll let Wonyoung destroy her without a drop of liquid courage in her.

And she'll ask for more.

Another look in the mirror, and Yujin can still feel the grip around her throat, and can't help but frown as she prods at the bruises.

Stupid fucking Jang Wonyoung with her stupid ideas and stupid hot temperament. Stupid her and her willingness to give up her self control. It all comes back to last night, helpless to whatever her little brat of a girlfriend throws her way. The way she squeezed her throat and fucked her to tears, just the way she likes—until she nearly passed out. How Wonyoung scolded her for that too, and then demanded Yujin thank her for fucking her.

Can still feel the slaps to her face for not looking her in the eyes and telling her she's nothing more than her useless toy to use as she pleases.

Nothing feels quite as good, Yujin's decided. The sting, the crack of Wonyoung's palm, the harsh way she makes Yujin say it, crawl like a pathetic, obedient pet. She's a fucking idiot for enjoying all of this.

And despite that, somehow, it makes Yujin all the wetter. To get on her knees and beg like the desperate whore that she is. The good girl who'll do anything just to please her owner.

Wonyoung is the brat, she knows, and yet, Yujin is the one with countless bruises, the one forced to deal with the aftermath. Wonyoung is the one that ruins her without remorse, because it's always an unsolvable mystery why Yujin tolerates it, let alone relishes it. She's the one that begs for the belt, not the paddle. For her hair to be pulled and her makeup ruined, because she's never been so shamelessly broken to pieces than with the one she's come to adore, the one she can't live without.

Her thighs clench just at the mere thought.

It's fine. She's dealt with worse, and even as she's sore all over, as if every bone is creaking, she'll manage somehow.

Still, fuck Wonyoung.

Maybe after coffee.

By the time Yujin limps to the living room, coffee mug in one hand, cereal bowl in another, it's all she can do to sit without a grimace on the floor, no strength to bother with the couch. Wonyoung barely turns her attention to acknowledge her. She's perched up with a thick, oversized sweatshirt on, barely giving Yujin any other glimpse aside from a weak smile as she sits there idly on her phone.

"Oh look, you're up," Wonyoung says, fingers not even pausing at their frantic tapping.

"Sorry to disappoint."

Wonyoung spares a short, mocking laugh before returning her attention back to her phone. "You could never disappoint me, honey. Even when you're gagging on my strap, or having me ram into your sore ass. You're always so cute and perfect."

"I don't feel so cute and perfect right now. If you've forgotten," Yujin says as she sits herself upright to eat. It hurts. God, does it fucking hurt, to even move a single muscle.

"And is that my fault, or did you bring it on yourself by telling me you could keep up? You wanted me to fuck you senseless. Into a useless pile of mush. So I did exactly as you asked, and now you're being a whiny puppy who can barely make her legs work."

It's not even subtle anymore how much Wonyoung revels in Yujin's misery, at seeing her try to recover—and miserably fail.

"Yes. Fine. I can barely fucking walk," Yujin admits with a crunch of her cereal. "Happy?"

"I'm only happy if you are, dear," she responds. "I'd say that was the hardest I've seen you take it in a while."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Take what you want from it," Wonyoung says, not even bothering to tear her eyes off her screen.

"Do you really have to be so smug about all of this?" Yujin grumbles, shoulders slumping.

"In case you didn't catch the memo. This is exactly what you asked for. Begged for, actually," Wonyoung corrects. "So of course I had to deliver. What kind of girlfriend would I be if I denied you?"

"My head hurts."

"And that's exactly why I told you not to drink so much," Wonyoung mocks, mirroring her words from last night. "No headaches, no hangovers, just like I said."

"One." Yujin winces as she tries to move to the left, then right, getting a feel for her body again. "I had one glass of wine."

"Ah, right," Wonyoung nods, her sarcasm too evident. "Did we forget the three glasses of champagne, and like, seventeen shots? You chugged that shit like water."

"Shut up, no I didn't. You gave me too many." Yujin groans, holding back the need to limp over, even if it's to simply just hit her. "Also, it wasn't seventeen."

"Princess, get some water. Princess, take some pills, princess this, princess that," she goes, her attempt at imitating Yujin almost as infuriating as she actually is. "And yet I'm fine, and you look like you got hit by a train. Twice."

Yujin wants to respond, but it takes a tremendous amount of effort just to continue with a simple conversation while fighting the urge to slap her. "Because you fucking destroyed my body, that's why."

Wonyoung puts her phone down for the first time since Yujin's sat down and glares at her. She lets the silence linger for a moment.

"Don't go blaming the rain when you walk into it and get wet," Wonyoung says, and turns her head back to scroll aimlessly through whatever's on her feed. "Told you I wouldn't hold back on you. And I didn't. So don't complain about it."

It takes everything to swallow that bitter pill. Instead of taking her spoon and ramming it straight down her throat, Yujin busies herself with the cereal she can barely stomach right now, the spoon feeling like it weighs the weight of the universe. "You didn't have to take it as a challenge."

There's a sigh audible over the crunch of her cereal. "I wouldn't have gone that hard if you weren't begging me to. All you did last night was beg."

"Did not beg. Fuck you—"

"Watch your language," Wonyoung starts, but pauses herself mid-sentence as she sinks back into the sofa, gazing back at her phone screen and not bothering to spare her a glance. "Pup, please don't curse."

"My apologies, princess. Forgot my manners, in front of royalty. Please forgive me."

Wonyoung looks up just to glare daggers back. She huffs loudly, almost trying to drown out the obnoxious crunch. "Why are you so annoying? Don't get an attitude at me because I gave you everything you wanted and more, and now you're suddenly sulking. Spoiled fucking brat came like a dozen times last night, maybe more. I can't remember."

"Go fuck yourself. I wasn't asking you to go easy on me, or stop—but god, just because you're Jang Wonyoung and insecure doesn't mean you need to—"

"Excuse me? I asked you several times to tell me to stop, or use your fucking safe word, and you kept wanting more. I wasn't the one to give the go ahead to the plug, or the blindfold, or the nipple clamps, that was all your idea, you dumb slut."

"You were hell-bent on destroying me. I was barely hanging on at the end."

"Because you kept saying 'give me everything', 'don't hold back', 'more, more, fuck me harder'and I kept asking you, are you sure? And you fucking came from it every time, you took what I was giving to you. What exactly did you expect me to think?"

"Wonyoung—"

"Every time I went to slap the stupid fucking look on your face, I felt you getting even wetter, and not once did you say stop or no. All you said was, hit harder, choke me more—"

"No shit, because that's how I like it," Yujin responds, fighting to keep her voice steady and ignoring the shame beginning to color her face. "What did you want me to do, deny myself what I wanted? Not beg? Just say no to what turns me on?"

"What the fuck are you even arguing about then, idiot? That I didn't choke you enough until you turned blue, or the fact I didn't slap you enough to leave bruises on your stupid pretty face?"

Yujin keeps her mouth shut. Wonyoung stares straight ahead at her, waiting for an answer that won't come.

"I can't fucking figure you out," Wonyoung huffs, breaking eye contact. "You wanted things rough, and I gave that to you. You wanted me to destroy your pussy and I did. You wanted to gag on my fingers and slap the taste back out of your mouth, and I gave you that too. What the hell else could you have wanted?"

"To stop being so fucking smug and condescending about it!" Yujin blurts out, frustration flooding her words. "All morning, you keep poking fun of me, rubbing it in. I look like shit, I feel like it too. Is that how you get off? Insults and mocking me? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Wait." Wonyoung finally puts the phone down and stares at Yujin. "Hold the fuck on. Am I hearing this right?"

"I'd be surprised if you're able to listen to anything I'm saying. Given how—"

"You think I don't listen to you, after all I did last night for you? Fucking ungrateful little shit. How dare you. After the lengths I went for you."

"It's not just last night. This—just forget it." Yujin shakes her head as she glances down, taking another spoonful of cereal.

"What are you even going on about, Yujin?" Wonyoung scoffs, like it's the stupidest thing in the world, because to her, it is.

"Forget it, seriously."

Wonyoung sits up, her confusion visible through her expression as she glances back at Yujin who seems intent on looking away. "Baby—"

"Don't fucking baby me," Yujin snaps back.

"Yujinnie—don't look away, what are you upset about?"

"You've treated me like your plaything for as long as I can remember," Yujin says in disbelief. She shakes her head and clenches her fists, keeping herself from fully breaking down. "And the way you have no problem going, "don't fucking curse', or, 'that's what you fucking get'. Don't know when to quit it. it's an everyday occurrence."

Wonyoung stands up and moves towards Yujin. "I thought that was our whole dynamic. I treat you like a cute little toy and you worship the ground I work on and keep coming back for more. But I thought we were both okay with that? You didn't have an issue with it, you've never spoken up, never once brought up being uncomfortable."

"When have you even stopped to ask?" Yujin huffs, dropping her cereal. She stands as well, matching Wonyoung's towering height to her fullest. "Even last night you never did. I tried to speak, and it was like nothing."

"But the safe word never came out." Wonyoung says, shaking her head in denial. "Yujin—this whole time, you weren't comfortable with any of it?"

"That's not what I said. All I'm saying is, you treat me as if I can't break, and when I actually fucking do, you call me out for it."

"Baby—"

"Wonyoung, don't, you aren't listening. You don't give a shit."

Wonyoung seizes her by the arm without hesitation.

But Yujin snatches away at the grip before pushing away, using all her strength to shove her. "Don't. Please, don't. I know what you're doing, so stop. It doesn't even matter."

Wonyoung yanks on her wrist again, pulling Yujin in to wrap her arms around her. She wants to struggle free, already drained from the frustration, but also instinctively yearns for the touch, falling into the embrace far too easy. It's not that simple. Not when she breathes in her scent—everything feels familiar, natural, like she belongs with Wonyoung and that she always has, all while wishing that she didn't.

"Yujinnie—" she coos out, and Yujin just sobs against her shoulder. She wants to stop crying. Especially when the person she wants to protect her the most is the source of all the suffering. She doesn't want to give in to the way Wonyoung cradles her head and gently strokes her hair.

"Fuck you," Yujin murmurs into Wonyoung's skin. She tries to pull away, but there's no resolve to. She should push her away. She should smack that smug grin off Wonyoung's face. She doesn't.

"If I'm too much and treating you too rough, I can ease up. I can tone it back down. But if you don't tell me there's a problem, how do I know what to do better? Like, what the hell are we even arguing about?"

"This is exactly what I mean," Yujin says, clinging onto Wonyoung's shirt as if she's drowning and it's the only thing that'll save her, desperate not to sink to the bottom. "You don't get it."

Wonyoung leaves feather-light kisses along Yujin's neck, trying to pry the issue out of her.

"Tell me, then. Help me get it. Please, pup?"

Yujin tries to suppress another sob and takes a deep breath. "You think it's so damn funny every time we fuck that I get the living life pounded out of me, because I'm not this fierce dom that ruins everyone I touch. All you do is make fun of the fact I can't keep up. Every time you give me this look as soon as I wake up, like, "why do you look like that?' It's because of you. It's you. Only you. Who else would be the cause of it?"

Wonyoung doesn't meet Yujin's gaze, but rather looks away, holding her close and brushing a hand through her hair. "Do you really believe I enjoy looking down on you and seeing you miserable? Yujinnie—"

"I don't even know anymore."

"I adore you. Every part of you. I can't imagine waking up and not seeing you there. That beautiful face that makes me so happy."

"Stop—"

"No, you're perfect," Wonyoung says to drown out the hesitation.

"I don't mind when you degrade me. Most of the time, I can handle it." Yujin's voice trembles. "But sometimes... I'd just like to not be teased. Or mocked."

She swallows hard, staring at the floor.

"You belittle my efforts just to entertain yourself. It feels bad." Silence stretches between them before she forces herself to continue.

"You disregard my feelings. You use me." Her voice cracks before Yujin finally looks up. "And then you test my limits to see how long I can last before I shatter. Not because I enjoy it. Because you treat me like some kind of experiment you can poke around at."

"Sweetie—"

No," Yujin retaliates. "Let me finish. Every time it gets like that, it feels like we're not just fucking. It feels like you're purposely treating me like an idiot, and that you don't want to be with me for any other reason than just humiliating me."

"Yujinnie. For fuck's sake. Do you think I treat you this way to actually insult you or genuinely hurt you?" Wonyoung reaches up and grazes her cheek, thumbs away the fresh tears.

"Then what? I've just been misreading everything? Your looks and stares, the way you have to point it out how much I couldn't keep up last night? Everything? How fucking useless I am, compared to the great, magnificent Jang Wonyoung—"

"Yujin," Wonyoung pleads. "You're being dramatic, sweetie."

Yujin can't believe this. Or maybe she can.

"Dramatic? Right. God forbid I'm hurt and you can't figure out where exactly the issue is and realize that it's you." Yujin recoils away, out of her grasp. "You've treated me like I'm this living fucking sex doll that only exists for you. You're so selfish, but you'll never take responsibility for it, will you? Because you've never acknowledged the harm. Because your fragile little ego won't let you."

Wonyoung goes deathly quiet. She exhales, takes a step closer again. Her palm strikes Yujin's cheek, and the very next moment she gasps, regrets the slap. She regrets it with everything she has in her soul.

"Wait, baby—oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't—"

"Didn't what, didn't hit me hard enough? Didn't think i could take it? Because I'm such a delicate little flower, isn't that right?"

Yujin storms out, pushing Wonyoung aside. Before she can follow, Yujin is at the doorway. She collapses to her knees, the entire weight of reality hitting her. "We're not doing anything anymore. Because I can't bear to live the rest of my life with someone like you. We're through, Wonyoung. Fuck you forever. For treating me like this."

She doesn't get up, doesn't move an inch, until the tears blur her eyes and she can't see a single thing. Even so, she picks herself up, climbs up on weak legs, and stumbles out the door.

Wonyoung tries to follow, but she’s too late. Yujin's already out the door, already out of reach, bare feet trampling down the stairs, in her sleeping wear and not even acknowledging the soreness from last night. Once more Wonyoung tries. Tries and fails. She stands outside of the door, crying, collapsing down in her own overwhelming grief as everything sinks in.

It's the first time Wonyoung has felt a sense of panic. The first time she's come to regret everything. Everything. Every stupid mistake she's made, and how long she's made the mistake before even bothering to correct it.

She scans through the liquor cabinet, eyes lingering on one bottle of expensive wine tucked behind the rest, probably purchased years ago. With no time to think, she snatches it up and starts trying to open it, hands trembling the whole time. Fumbles with the seal, can't even get the damn thing open.

All the frustration sets in. She just throws the whole bottle on the ground, shattering glass everywhere and spilling wine all over the tiles.

The sight of it is rather ironic, and Wonyoung stares at it for a moment, just staring at the red stained across the tile floor. How every shard could slice through her skin if she stepped near it. Just one small bit could cause so much damage, and she realizes in that moment, that she's in the same situation. She's one small piece of broken glass, and Yujin's the one that got cut.

She's not sure if she'll be able to piece Yujin back together. Not sure if she'll even let her try. Not after all of this.

And it's her fault.

Only her fault.

Her fault she's slept in an empty bed for the last three days. Her fault she can't even be bothered to turn on the hot water when she showers. The cold is what she deserves. Not the heat, not without Yujin smiling in front of her.

Wonyoung curls up on the couch, clutching at the pillow, not able to take another night without her. Without her scent in the sheets, the pillows. She brings the shirt Yujin left there close to her face and presses the soft fabric to her cheek, hugging the pillow tight.

"Was I really that bad?" she mutters to herself. "I thought we were enjoying it."

There's no answer, of course. Not that she was expecting any, alone on the couch, sobbing into a cushion. She can't fathom the emptiness. Can't handle another sleepless night. She's never slept without anything but her teddy bears and the warmth of Yujin.

The phone sits idly at her side. It's tempting to check it, to add to the running tally of missed calls. She's not sure she can handle hearing Yujin's sweet voice on voicemail one more time. So she doesn't bother. She lies there in her misery until she slips in and out of consciousness.

When Yujin eases into the water, it feels like nothing. Not cold, not warm. Nothing. As if everything has become numb and she can't distinguish anymore. She submerges her head beneath the surface, the only way to escape. To forget. Sinking down as far as she can, all the way to the bottom, until her feet touch. And then back up, lifting her face above water again, exhaling deeply.

She almost regrets it.

Wonyoung isn't there to pounce on her. Isn't there to sneak her hands down and squeeze her ass. Isn't there to whisper sweet things, to press kisses across her neck, her shoulders, everywhere. And it's the first time Yujin has worn a two-piece in public, so she can show off her unblemished skin. Because the bruises have faded and healed now. The bite marks and the scratches.

But the shame is still there. Not even the tightest one-piece swimsuit she's worn can cover that up.

Her abs show, but the skin hasn't been kissed in days. Her tits look incredible, especially when she dives in, her ass even better than it has a right to be, in that tiny strip of fabric. But the laps around the pool feel forced, robotic, without Wonyoung's blatant stares making her flush all over.

It's pointless.

And lonely.

But she doesn't know what to do about it, basking in the calm water, the sun kissing her skin when her head rises from beneath. There's nobody else but a few strangers around, and that's for the best, she thinks. She'll do as many laps as she needs to clear her head. Maybe more if she needs it.

The solace lasts not nearly long enough before she checks her phone again. Just to check the time, she pretends. Not to see how many messages and missed calls have piled up. Not to see the picture of Wonyoung kissing her on the cheek, still on the lock screen. Yujin sighs, tempted to throw the entire thing in the pool.

"Stupid fucking bitch. Thinks it's her damn right to break me apart like that."

Yujin clutches the phone in her hand tight. Tight enough that it hurts. Tight enough for the phone to start cracking if she keeps it up. "And yet, I can't bring myself to delete your dumb face. Because I fucking love you. Because we're goddamn soulmates even if you want to keep pushing me away."

She stares at the background image. Her favorite picture of the two of them, taken during summer vacation, and she decides in that very second. Her thumb hovers over the icon, over the little "delete" option. Takes a deep breath, closes her eyes. And when she opens them once more, she shakes her head. Hits the green icon, instead. Waits until it's dialing.

It picks up in two rings.

"Don't say anything. Just listen to me."

Silence. She hates silence. Wants the voice that drips honey whenever it's speaking to her.

"Meet me at that cafe we went to last year. The one with those pastries you bought me, with the cherries. In an hour."

There are words on the other end, but they don't even register. They're muffled at best, drowned out completely, ignored.

"I can't do this without you. Please. I need you. I love you. Even if you don't deserve that."

She hangs up, satisfied with getting one more taste. One more taste of her voice, and she doesn't regret the decision. Yujin glimpses down at the phone, and there's no remorse. For the first time in nearly a week, she breathes a little easier. She smiles. Remembers what it feels like to do so.

And she jumps in the pool again, and this time, it's freezing—frigid, relentless. Pours over her head and shoulders and back. Makes her nipples stiffen under her bikini top, makes her remember. But she can't stop smiling, because in her heart, she knows it will work.

Or so she hopes.

"Missed you."

Yujin doesn't say anything. Not yet. She lets it sink in, that Wonyoung dropped everything just to be in front of her. That she's right here, in person. Bags under her eyes, wearing sweatpants. Sweatpants. Her, of all people, in public. Looking pathetic, because she's exhausted, because she hasn't slept in days, she surmises. Not that Yujin is any different.

Wonyoung bites off the end of the pastry and chews, slowly, but doesn't speak. She's the one afraid of speaking up, for a change. Afraid of doing something wrong and losing her forever.

"Look, princess—"

Wonyoung nearly breaks down at that word, because she thought she lost the privilege, lost the right.

"I'm not here to play the blame game, okay. Just want you to know a few things. I've already said most of them. But let's not argue right now."

Wonyoung clutches her iced latte like it's her only saving grace. Not caring that she's crushing the plastic cup, and it's going to be all over her hand eventually if she doesn't watch it.

"Number one, you're an idiot. An insensitive brat. Treating me like a lab experiment, and you never took a second to figure out where exactly you fucked up."

Once again, Wonyoung chooses not to say anything and just nods, agreeing with every word.

"Number two," Yujin continues, biting down the end of her brownie. "I adore everything about you. I need you, I need to wake up next to you in the mornings and see you there. But I don't think I can stomach being with someone who doesn't acknowledge the problems we have. So we'll sit down and talk it through. Not leave anything up to interpretation."

Wonyoung squeezes out the drink harder. She can already feel it bleeding out, drenching her palm in the liquid. And she doesn't care.

"And you have no idea how sorry I am. It's inexcusable. Can't stop crying every night. Thinking I'm the worst fucking human alive because I've mistreated you like I have."

"You are," Yujin responds, sipping her drink. "But we'll fix that together."

A pause stretches between them. A long moment of hesitation that seems to last for eternity.

"Together. Promise."

She doesn't reach for Wonyoung's hand. Too much, too early. Maybe soon, once she can think clearly. She finishes the brownie instead, picks out the last bit of nuts and tosses them on the table. Savors the sweetness.

"For the record," Yujin starts, sipping her drink past nothing left. "I never liked this place that much. Their crepes are kind of awful, and their coffee sucks. They can't make a latte to save their life."

Wonyoung half laughs to herself before letting it slip out of her mouth. "God, I thought it was just me. Was wondering what the hell you saw in it. Thought you were trying to spite me, honestly."

"Not always," Yujin murmurs in response. "Now let's get the fuck out of here."

The relief hits both of them at the exact same time. And the broken glass has been picked up at least.

They end up at home. Sleep in the same bed, eat at the same table. Watch the same shows, try their damnedest to repair whatever they had together. Shower under the same water. It's not the same, at first, but it will be. With enough effort, enough time. Enough apologies and enough healing.

Yujin hasn't cried as many tears, neither has Wonyoung. The patterns reestablish. Back to their old routines, back to old habits. To make sure nothing like this happens again. To make sure Yujin doesn't go to bed without a kiss on every part of her body.

"Princess," Yujin lets out. She's already wrapped in Wonyoung's arms again, basking in the warmth after being unable to sleep for days and days, those ridiculous legs pulled right up next to hers.

"Yes, sweetie?" Wonyoung sounds relieved. Happy. Relieved to be holding her, breathing her scent, resting her chin on her shoulder.

"I love you so fucking much. You've still got a lot to make up for. But I want you to know, I love you. That will never fucking change. You're my soulmate and you always will be."

"You're my world, darling. Nothing means more to me than being here with you right now. Never, ever want to let go again. Not now, not in a million years. I'll do whatever I have to fix this. Whatever the cost."

Yujin just smiles up at her, kissing her lips. The grin that gets a little mischievous.

"Good girl."

Wonyoung doesn't expect that. It feels weird on her tongue to even say it, but Yujin's smirking nonetheless, kissing her earlobe, and they're falling back together like they were meant to do so.

"You didn't say it back, princess."

Yujin waits, knowing she'll get the reply she wants. It's the least she deserves, after all.

"Oh," Wonyoung realizes out loud, lips parting as the thought processes through her mind. She went so long without having anyone to tell it to that it seems almost surreal to use it again. Almost foreign. "I love you. I love you more than anything in the whole world."

"Say it again. Please," Yujin implores, turning around in her hold to stare her straight in the eye. "Say it a million times. And then a million more."

"Only a million?"

Yuin nods, that grin on her lips so beautiful. It's everything in the world to her. Those dimples she went so long without seeing.

"I love you, Yujinnie. Love you so, so much. We're going to be perfect again."

"You're already perfect."

All the routines return. Almost. At least the ones that matter. The important ones. The ones they miss most.

Like Yujin, in the middle of the bedroom on her knees, with wrists cuffed behind her back, fully naked, blindfolded, with a black leather collar around her neck and nothing else.

Fully vulnerable and defenseless, Yujin is unable to do anything but follow instructions. A diamond plug nestled in her ass, keeping her occupied and needy. All for Wonyoung who sits upon the edge of the bed with the best possible angle to enjoy, like a throne to a queen, surveying what's hers to claim as Yujin is left helplessly beg at her feet.

Yet she can't even ogle at Wonyoung, at the red silk that adorns her body, or the dark fabric wrapped around her endless legs. The perfect swell of her breasts, the softness of her creamy thighs, nor the tiny scrap that barely covers her ass, all within reach, yet nothing but a mere temptation.

"Pathetic, aren't you?" Wonyoung taunts. She crosses her arms, tilts her head. Glances from head to toe not sure whether to give in or tease her a little longer. "You. Desperate to cum after being only edged for an hour. Think that means you deserve a treat?"

Yujin shakes her head, blindfold still keeping her from sight. Not allowed to look unless permission's granted. Not allowed to act without approval. Not allowed to do anything without Wonyoung guiding the way.

"N-no, princess. Don't deserve to even be near you. I'm nothing next to a goddess like you. Less than dirt."

Wonyoung grabs the leash, gives it a harsh yank. Enough to have Yujin nearly toppling over. "Correct. Such a pretty girl. With such a nasty little mouth."

Another harsh yank sends her crashing, face against the carpet and arms stuck beneath her back, unable to reposition, unable to fight back. Left to just take.

And Yujin loves it.

"You always disobey," Wonyoung hisses, yanking her back up. Another faint moan from Yujin, as the plug moves within her. She can feel that hot breath so close, teasing the kiss she so desperately craves. "Never do as I tell you. Even though all I do is take care of you. All I do, everything is for you."

Her legs part and Wonyoung's stocking-clad foot grazes the side of Yujin's cheek, the nylon caressing soft skin. She doesn't expect it to press. Doesn't expect the full weight of Wonyoung's sole on her, against her face. Her toes just barely graze Yujin's pouty pink lips.

"Look at you," Wonyoung sighs. "Dumb little slut. On your knees and can't even worship me unless properly. Have I given you the right?"

Yujin wants more than anything to feel her against her tongue. To savor every inch of her, taste her with every ounce of devotion. Wonyoung uses her other foot, right underneath Yujin's chin, to guide her up. Leading her slowly until she can't take the teasing anymore. Her foot pushes into her mouth and Yujin takes, licks at every bit of the fabric, a fleeting taste beneath the sheer covering. She instinctively accepts her reward. Only for it to be ripped away.

"Didn't say you could do that, did I, pup?" Wonyoung leans in and delivers a loud smack across Yujin's cheek, one that sounds even worse than it hurts. "Yet, here you are, doing it without permission."

Before there's a chance to react, Wonyoung gets a harsh grip on her chin holding Yujin still.

"Why would a princess, a goddess like me even think about dirtying her beautiful foot on this filthy tongue of yours," she taunts, looking down at Yujin's helpless form. "But don't worry. Open wide, sweetheart. And I'll give you the treat you deserve."

Obeying without a single question, Yujin does exactly that. Opens her mouth, tongue out, ready to accept. Wonyoung smirks at the sight, spitting right where it's meant to go. It lands on her tongue, followed by several more servings of her saliva, all of which Yujin diligently receives.

"Dirty little slut," she says, spit glistening on Yujin's cheeks. Her lips close as she swallows. "What a good little pup. Doesn't that taste nice?"

All Yujin can do is nod in agreement, accepting the reward with pride.

"Good girl."

Not a second later, Wonyoung delivers a painful slap across Yujin's face, groaning in pleasure. The next one follows, leaving her cheek stinging. She stops and pulls her leash up, drawing her near. Takes the blindfold off so she can see the tears forming.

"Tell me if I should continue. Or if you're in too deep. If anything you're uncomfortable with, remember."

Yujin smiles as the sting lingers, relishing the pain, the look that Wonyoung gives her. "Never been better, princess. Give me all you have. Everything. Please."

"You sure? Like absolutely one hundred and one percent?" Yujin nods as fast as she can, and doesn't think she'll ever feel safer. Ever feel more comfortable, even when restrained.

So Wonyoung yanks the leash until Yujin is upright, shoving the bound girl onto the bed, into the mattress, face pressed into the sheets, ass up. It's a beautiful sight, the collar around her neck, the pretty plug in her asshole, her dripping cunt, a sight Wonyoung wishes to stare at forever.

One, two, rapid slaps across both sides of her ass, eliciting a pathetic little moan as Yujin desperately tries to speak her thoughts.

"Fuck, Wonyoung, please—"

"Good pets know when to shut the fuck up," Wonyoung hisses into Yujin's ear, hand reaching down between her legs, finding her dripping and aching. She tugs on the leash so Yujin can look into those menacing, empty eyes. "The more you talk, the longer I'll keep you here. Like this. Tied up, begging. Being denied."

Another hard smack across her ass echos her statement and Yujin sucks in a deep breath. She tries her best to grind into the sheets, and find something, anything, to get off. She looks so pretty trying, though, Wonyoung thinks to herself. So precious when she struggles. Absolutely pathetic and delectable like that. But when she's like this, weak, helpless, Yujin is hers to do whatever with, and she'll still come crawling back. It's quite a privilege.

And another hard impact follows across the fleshy cheeks of her ass before she can even take a breath.

There's a beat of silence before Wonyoung leaves to grab something, hidden under the bed. Yujin can't see through the mess of hair and tears welled in her eyes, but knows exactly what it is the moment she hears it.

It's her favorite.

The vibrator turns to full strength and Yujin instinctively tries to spread her legs more, eagerly anticipating the sudden relief that'll overtake her entire body and rid her desperate ache.

"Last chance," Wonyoung warns, lifting up Yujin's ass higher and patting her in quick succession. "If you don't think you can take it—"

"Just. J-just fuck me," she breathes out, and the words sound shaky as they come out, filled with a kind of pleading that's so uncharacteristic, even for Yujin. A new side of her breaking. "Don't stop—I need you, need it so fucking bad."

"Don't forget you asked for it, then."

And before there's a second to consider the words, the vibrations make their way straight onto Yujin's clit, holding there for the slightest moment before Wonyoung lets go. She watches as Yujin squirms from the newfound sensation, the briefest touch of the toy that feels like an eternity of agony for her, face buried in the sheets.

"What was it you said when I had this stuffed inside your pretty cunt earlier? When you were begging to cum like a whore?" Wonyoung asks, pressing the toy again to that sensitive little nub for just a little longer.

"D-dunno. P-please—"

"You do. Don't play dumb. It's very rude." Wonyoung inserts it the slightest bit in to tease her hole, just enough for Yujin to clench around nothing once she pulls it out. "An evil, sadistic bitch, was it? Well, you're not wrong."

Yujin lets out a final attempt that just comes out as sniffles. The tears make a beautiful sight to see.

"This could be deep inside of you, if only you hadn't said anything. You have only yourself to blame. You could be stuffed to the brim right now, with my tongue in your ass. Could've fucked you so good. Could have drowned these expensive fucking sheets."

With Yujin's collar around her grip, Wonyoung pushes the girl further onto the pillows. Face first. She hovers over her, enjoying the pretty little plug displayed in the light. Yujin lifts her hips in a feeble attempt but a swift strike slaps the exposed flesh, bringing her body flat back onto the mattress.

"My entire strap could be in your tight little asshole right now." A second, harder, swifter hit. It leaves a visible handprint that'll remain red for a couple hours after. "Could have had both your slutty little holes filled up at the same time, making you gush like the filthy whore you are."

Yujin can't begin to stay still, shaking under the sensation. The vibration lingers, rumbling straight onto her most sensitive spot. The one that'll eventually be her undoing, giving her pleasure she yearns for, so damn close to relieving the throbbing ache.

Until it suddenly halts and a slap against Yujin's dripping cunt tears a yelp out of her.

"P-please," Yujin whimpers, breathing in broken bursts of air. "Don't tease."

She attempts to back her body onto Wonyoung for a meager inch of contact, a fruitless act of seeking more that ends just as it begins.

"Stop acting like you have control. You won't get anything this way," Wonyoung simply explains to her as she traces the toy up and down Yujin's dripping pink flesh. "Maybe if you start by being a good girl, I'll keep that greedy pussy of yours satisfied."

"I'll be good, I'll be good, just—just use it. On me, I wanna cum," Yujin pleads, letting a pitiful sob out as the vibrations tease at her clit again. Longer this time. Still long enough, that she can't stop her hips from riding against it.

Yujin starts to climax but Wonyoung immediately pulls back, ripping her relief from her like a bandage.

"Did I say you could cum yet?"

"I thought you said you'd keep me satisfied," Yujin sobs out, trembling against the sheets. "Told you I wanna cum, want you—"

There's a harsh tug onto a handful of hair, her face turned up to see Wonyoung glaring back, staring daggers at Yujin as if to burn a hole through her. "Don't give a fuck. That's your problem, thinking you can just have it when you want, at your convenience. Dumb brat doesn't know how good she has it."

"I'll do whatever you want, just, use it. Please."

"Who's in charge?"

"You."

"Then stop acting like it's you," Wonyoung replies, ending with a hard smack across Yujin's shaking thigh. "Remember who owns that useless pussy of yours. That greedy fucking mouth that can't seem to shut the fuck up."

Wonyoung lets go and with a firm tug of the leash, pulls Yujin off the mattress, flipping her over and onto her back. She removes the cuffs for a short burst of freedom, before securing her wrists up to the headboard, still completely vulnerable with her legs spread apart. The perfect spot to torture, between those dripping thighs, just to see how close she can get her. To gaze at the desperation and frustration painted all over her face.

Yujin nearly crumbles in anticipation as Wonyoung watches the wanton display in front of her.

"So fucking pathetic," she says, lowering the vibrator to push directly inside Yujin's soaked folds, more forceful than necessary, to catch her off guard and draw another broken whimper out of her throat.

The bed rocks with Yujin's sudden jolt, arms jerking back uselessly above her head. Her walls wrap tightly around the silicone intrusion as it rumbles deep within, building up speed, fast, faster than what is bearable as it comes into contact with every one of her hypersensitive nerves.

"N-not that fast, princess, wait, f-fuck," she blurts out. "Oh shit—"

"Thought you wanted to cum. Which fucking is it? This pussy doesn't really seem sure. Do I leave it in? Or do we stop here?"

Yujin nods frantically. "In. Keep it in. Right there. Can't—oh, can't move away—make me cum, I'm a good girl," the words spill out as she speaks in broken moans without thought.

Wonyoung obliges, driving the vibrating toy deeper into Yujin that reaches all the right places that draw out the prettiest moans that fill the room.

"Princess, fuck, I—" Yujin cries out, back arching off the bed, writhing without control as if fighting her own body, attempting to stay still but ultimately losing the battle.

"See?" Wonyoung purrs as she keeps the toy shoved deep inside Yujin, not even bothering to pull back while pressing a hand down hard onto her lower stomach. "See what happens when you're a good girl? You get rewarded nicely. All of this, you could've had this ages ago. This entire night."

Yujin can't speak, can't do anything but clench against the toy so snug against her insides. Her legs start to feel like jello, toes curling. She holds her breath and exhales sharply as she peaks towards the edge once more. Hoping she won't be denied anymore. Not when she's been so good.

"You're my sweet, sweet girl. The only thing you do right is listen and beg and let me destroy this little slutty cunt. Don't think I'd ever deprive it, so needy and dripping. No matter how much you might not deserve it."

Yujin nods, eagerly. Because Wonyoung won't like it if she speaks. Because the faster she can agree, the sooner the throbbing inside her will go away. And Yujin needs her orgasm more than she needs to breathe.

And after what seems like an eternity, Wonyoung leans close and gives her a chaste kiss on the lips, toy lodged inside her, fingers rubbing circles over her swollen clit in tandem. She presses, keeps steady pressure at that needy clit, rapid strokes with her long fingers just the way Yujin needs. The reaction is instantaneous as the sensations course through her body, seeing stars as her wrists jerk against the headboard.

"That's it, baby. Go ahead, do what I know you've been so fucking desperate to."

Yujin can’t fight back, just trembles with the orgasm that finally erupts. It's fast and overwhelming, like her body isn't even her own anymore. Like Yujin doesn't know what it's like to exist, right then. And she clamps down hard against the toy, juices spraying everywhere and leaking down the sheets.

"You're fucking gushing. Must feel so damn good, doesn't it?" Wonyoung asks as she drives the toy in a few final thrusts. "My fucking gorgeous pup. Letting go like a slut, that's what you are, hm?"

And then Wonyoung looks right into the trembling girl's eyes. Those pleading, heavy, unfocused eyes. A perfect mixture of lust and relief as her body slackens with exhaustion and her chest heaves. Wonyoung takes a second to bask in the sight, seeing her body crumble in utter ecstasy. It's her favorite part.

"What do we say? When we've done a good job? When I give you everything you wanted?"

The words linger as long as the high does, Yujin unable to find a proper breath, gathering her scattered thoughts in the afterglow as she tries to form the right syllables. Wonyoung watches her fall apart as the expression turns blank.

"T-th-thank you. Thank you so much, princess."

Wonyoung lifts up Yujin's chin, removing the collar and tossing it aside. Yujin knows it's over. Or, rather, maybe it's just the start, but the relief flows through her veins all the same. She thinks about how the bedsheets feel like paradise underneath her, how much her entire body relaxes for a blissful, satisfying moment. The wetness that spills through the sheets and even through the thick protector beneath, almost humiliating with how easily she's this soaked.

"Wanna keep going?"

Yujin lazily glances over to the vibrator as it slowly withdraws, the liquid dripping from it as it pulls out from her sensitive cunt, the evidence more than a little embarrassing. Her thighs tremble under the loss of contact.

"N-no more," she barely manages to murmur as the exhaustion hits hard. "Once is enough, princess, please, no more."

"Since you asked so politely, sure. No more. But clean yourself up first."

Wonyoung holds up the toy, and presses it to Yujin's parted lips, who eagerly accepts. She sucks around the end of the vibrator before moving her tongue along the toy to lick up all her arousal. Wonyoung shoves it a little deeper, until it hits the back of Yujin's throat. Yujin gags, but doesn't stop, dripping spit and her own wetness down her mouth.

"Does that taste good, pup?"

All Yujin manages to spit out is a muffled nod in return, gagging against the toy that stuffs her mouth, Her eyes water as her throat swallows it, indulgent in the way she cleans up. Obedient like never before.

The toy slips out, and Wonyoung wipes away the mess, cleaning up stray saliva, like always. Brushes the stray hair aside, until she's calm, at ease, kisses placed on her forehead.

"I love you," Wonyoung proudly says, removing the cold steel from Yujin's wrists. "Look at me, you did so well. My Yujinnie is so amazing."

And she tucks Yujin's hair behind an ear and caresses a cheek, praises falling softly in her ear as the use of her limbs feels rather foreign now. "What a good girl. Aren't you proud of yourself?"

It takes a moment to register the words, what just happened. The pain, the pleasure, how she's finally free. The orgasm that she'll feel for the next day or so. All the praise that Wonyoung keeps doling out like candy. It's so good. Every word.

But all the thoughts seem muddled in Yujin's brain, unable to discern anything but the heavy pants she can't seem to calm down.

"Barely know where I am," Yujin finally speaks up.

Wonyoung climbs on top, still tenderly peppering kisses on Yujin, wiping tears away with her thumbs. "You're right here, honey. Don't think. Don't worry about anything right now. You're okay."

A moment passes, and Yujin nods. Tries to, at least, as her body feels like she'll never recover. But she follows Wonyoung's lead, because that's all she feels capable of doing right now. Because this was her own doing. She asked for it.

"I love you," Yujin suddenly says, fighting through her stupor and bringing her focus back on Wonyoung. "So much, princess. I love you, always."

Wonyoung kisses her again. Light at first, brushing their lips together, like she doesn't have energy for more. Or maybe it's something else. Another sensation Yujin can't possibly explain, being absolutely spent.

"Want me to run a bath for you, baby? With that jasmine soap you like. Won't have to lift a finger. And we'll both soak nice and long."

"S-sounds good," Yujin replies. "But not just yet. Stay here with me. Forever."

"Of course, I'd never leave you like this, my love. We can stay here," Wonyoung tells her and she strokes her messy hair, planting a small kiss on her temple. "Forever."

Yujin leans her weight into the warmth against her bare chest, exhausted, worn down. Feeling heavy all over. Yet satisfied. And most of all, being incredibly close with Wonyoung as their bodies seem to mold together like two pieces of a puzzle.

It's the comfort, the heat, being naked together. It's only her that gets to see her this vulnerable, this helpless side, only her that gets to see her tear-stained face. Only Wonyoung that gets to see the bruises on her body that are her own doing, the marks against her wrists, bites on her neck. The proof of owning her.

Wonyoung rolls over to meet Yujin's lips, their noses brushing for a quick second, their legs intertwining together, no space in between. She looks up, plants her face in the crevice of Yujin's throat, and kisses everywhere she can as an apology. Like she always does.

"You smell so good. Like mine. Delicious."

"Do I now?" Yujin says, laughing. "Didn't realize."

"Not just saying it to say. You smell amazing. If i wasn't so tired I'd go down and gobble you up, where you smell the best," Wonyoung continues, placing more kisses.

"You're unusually horny today. I know I was bad last night but... it's rare you get like this," Yujin says, letting Wonyoung work her mouth all over her.

Wonyoung gazes up. She kisses Yujin's pulse point, then slides her tongue down, between her breasts. Kissing the fresh bruises. "Because I was thinking about eating you out since the minute I saw you were awake. Can't a girl want her tongue buried inside her girlfriend's pretty little cunt without an interrogation?"

Yujin's eyes widen in surprise. "Wasn't interrogating you. Just didn't think I was a five-course meal today."

"You're a feast everyday, don't forget it. There's just an endless amount of courses, sweetheart. Your pussy is the main one, with your ass the dessert, don't be silly."

"But sometimes you eat dessert before dinner..."

Wonyoung simply rolls her eyes, kissing down Yujin's naked torso. "And? Why do we always have dessert last? Can't I eat your ass whenever I feel like it?"

"I never said you couldn't, princess."

Wonyoung travels lower, starts leaving wet kisses all across Yujin's stomach. She stays there, letting her tongue go in circles all over her exposed skin, only lifting her head up enough to look up at her.

"Like now," she says, coming up from Yujin's navel. "If I were to flip you over, shove my tongue in that pretty asshole of yours, you'd love nothing more. You have an ass so perfect and huge. Makes me wanna sink my teeth into it. Eat your ass like a goddamn buffet."

Yujin barely has the strength to giggle. Wonyoung's lips seal around a nipple, a tight seal when she starts to suck hard. A quick nibble for a few moments before she moves to the other, tongue flicking all over and making her squirm. She takes her time, coating them with so much saliva that they glisten, peaks stiffening, hard under the attention.

Then Wonyoung relents, moving lower, allowing a few stray bites against Yujin's inner thighs.

"Thought you were too tired to eat me out, princess."

"Hmm, I am," Wonyoung replies, inching close to Yujin's lower lips. "Just wanted to nibble on you a little first before you wake up properly. Savor you. Take my sweet time with this crazy body of yours."

"S-stop," Yujin chokes out. "Gonna make me blush."

"Good, keep blushing. Love how adorable you look when you turn all shy for me."

"I don't look anything like that, princess. Shut up," Yujin mutters. "I look normal, whatever that means. Nothing special."

Wonyoung kisses up her thighs, trying to see which will get the biggest reaction out of her. "You are the cutest fucking thing. Right here." And she leaves another, soft, lingering peck on her skin. "You've always been. It's cute. You're cute. So, stop disagreeing, I'm telling you how you look."

"You really need to work on your dirty talk," Yujin says while laughing.

"Sorry, would you prefer I call you a dumb fucking slut that always needs her ass opened up? Will that get you more in the mood?"

Yujin sighs and shakes her head. But she doesn't argue. "Mm, maybe. But after breakfast, it is kind of early and you did wake me up..."

"And whose fault is that, exactly?"

"Yours! Was totally peaceful and content."

"Then maybe you should stop sleeping naked, because I can't help myself," Wonyoung explains with a little pout. "Makes you an easy target for me."

Yujin smiles back. "Sounds like it's more your problem than mine. Pervert."

"I'm the one perving on you? Who wakes me up from sleep and grinds their needy cunt on me like an animal in heat?" Wonyoung can't believe it, leaving another trail of kisses down Yujin's ridiculous legs.

"You've got that all wrong," Yujin whines. "If anything, you're the one who can't ever keep their hands or mouth off me whenever you're near."

"We can argue all day, pup. Point is, you were naked. No fault of my own." Wonyoung kisses back up as she grips onto her waist, nuzzling her face into Yujin's tight stomach. "Can't expect me to not devour you when you look like this."

"Fair point," Yujin concedes as she watches Wonyoung shift further down, ready to bury her face and stay there until her legs quiver.

"So, breakfast, and then I'll have mine?" Wonyoung asks, like she even needs an answer.

"Sounds like you'd rather skip it all together and just eat me instead, princess," Yujin responds.

Wonyoung moves closer, and bites down on a thigh, grazing with just a hint of teeth before beginning to suck.

"And you called me an animal you goddamn savage," Yujin hisses through gritted teeth. "That hurts—"

Wonyoung lifts her mouth and looks at the spot. "So I should stop?"

Yujin looks down to take a look, where she's sure to have a new bruise forming moments after her lips move. "No."

A huff escapes Yujin as the bite lingers. It's nice. Not only the sensations, but the realization that Wonyoung has left yet another mark, has another place she's claimed for herself. To possess her, like everything else.

"Yujinnie—"

"Yes, princess?"

"Let's skip breakfast."

"I like that idea. Can always eat your ass instead."

Wonyoung looks up at Yujin, almost in complete disbelief as a single laugh spills from her pretty lips. "Look at you getting bold. Acting like you can ask for things now."

"Who says I'm asking?"

"Now you're pushing it..."

"And? Gonna punish me for it, princess?"

Wonyoung ignores the question as she hooks her hands under each of Yujin's thighs and pulls her back, easily spreading them apart, pinning her hips to the bed. "Not today. I'm far too hungry."

"Yeah? Then what are you waiting for? You've got a whole smorgasbord to—"

Yujin doesn't finish her sentence, not with the way her breath catches in her throat once she feels Wonyoung's mouth right where she needs her. She loves this. Safe and loved and oh so utterly fucked, she thinks.

Breakfast is the least of her worries right now. It can wait.

It can always wait.