Lips #17 (Itzy's Yeji and Ryujin)

It’s late after their dance practice and the three of you end up back at your place. Yeji’s sprawled across the couch with you, her hair damp from her shower, while Ryujin is lounging in the armchair, her phone in her hand, bare legs tucked under her oversized hoodie. The three of you have been joking around all evening. At one point Yeji shifts against you, her hand brushing your thigh. Her lips curve into a smirk as she glances at Ryujin.

“You keep staring at him like that, Ryujin. I’m starting to think you’re curious.”

You glance at the younger of the two. Is Yeji telling the truth? You always thought Ryujin wasn’t into you. Or guys for that matter. She snorts, tossing her phone onto the coffee table.

“As if. Please. I don’t like cock, unnie. I’m a lesbian.”

She sounds more annoyed than caught.

Yeji tilts her head, eyes narrowing slightly with that knowing look she always gets when Ryujin’s bluffing. Her hand squeezes your leg, her fingers brushing closer to your lap as she grins at her member.

“You sure about that?”

Ryujin rolls her eyes and leans back in the chair, arms folded tight.

“I said what I said. I’m not into guys, especially not your boyfriend.”

Yeji laughs, resting her chin on her hand as she studies her.

“Funny, because you keep bringing it up.”

“I’m just making it clear.”

She points a finger toward you.

“Don’t get any ideas, oppa. You’re not my type. At all.”

You arch a brow, caught between amusement and curiosity.

“Didn’t say I was.”

That only seems to egg her on. Ryujin leans forward, her tone serious.

“Good. Because even if you were the last guy on earth, I’d still pick a girl over you.”

She says it with a sharp little toss of her hair, but her cheeks are faintly flushed, her knee bouncing against the armchair. Yeji sees it instantly. She smirks, dragging her gaze down and then back up slowly.

“Oh, I know you, Ryujin. You talk big now, but you’ve got a tell.”

Ryujin freezes.

“A tell?”

“Mmhm.”

Yeji hums, sliding a little closer against you on the couch.

“Every time you lie, you can’t keep your eyes where they’re supposed to be.”

Ryujin scoffs, hugging her arms tighter.

“That’s bullshit. I don’t have a tell.”

Yeji grins wider, clearly enjoying herself.

“Then prove it. Look at him right now without blushing.”

Ryujin’s head snaps toward you. And then immediately away again. Her cheeks burn deeper as she scowls.

“I’m not playing this dumb game.”

Yeji’s laughter has you smiling. She squeezes your thigh once more, nails dragging lightly across the fabric.

“See? You can’t even look without your face giving you away.”

Ryujin mutters something under her breath. But Yeji doesn’t let up. She leans more heavily against you now, her hand sliding higher along your thigh. Her fingers trace absent circles that make it obvious she’s doing it on purpose. Her eyes never leave Ryujin.

“You know what I think?”

Yeji’s voice is soft, almost sing-song. She knows Ryujin hates that. When Yeji pretends to be the one on top.

“I think you’re not actually a lesbian. I think you just like saying it so you can act like you’re above it all. It makes you feel… safe.”

Ryujin bristles immediately.

“That’s not-”

She starts, but Yeji cuts her off.

“Because if you ever admitted you were curious, you’d lose the excuse. You’d have to face what you actually want.”

“I don’t want him.”

Ryujin blurts out, louder than she means to. Her eyes flick toward you again, just for a heartbeat, before darting back down to the floor. Yeji smiles knowingly, her hand sliding even higher now, dangerously close to your lap. You feel her nails graze lightly across your bulge through your sweats. It makes you twitch beneath her touch. Ryujin notices. Of course she notices. Her lips part slightly, then snap shut as she crosses her arms tighter. Yeji tilts her head at the younger one.

“Funny. You’re awfully interested for someone who ‘doesn’t want him.’”

“I’m not.”

Ryujin says quickly, her voice still sharp, her knee bouncing faster now.

“You’re making shit up.”

Yeji laughs once more, clearly enjoying herself. Her hand palms your length through the fabric in one slow, unmistakable press.

“Then look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want to know what he feels like.”

Ryujin’s throat moves as she swallows. Her mouth opens, but no words come out. Her chin lifts stubbornly. Then she tries again.

“You’re both ridiculous. Watch.”

She leans forward, her eyes almost angry. She looks you straight in the eye. She doesn’t flinch and doesn’t blush. Not even when Yeji’s hand gives you another slow squeeze, making your cock twitch beneath her palm.

For a long moment, it’s just silence. Ryujin’s bratty smirk grows.

“See?”

She sits back with a satisfied huff.

“Told you. Not interested. At all.”

You blink, honestly a little surprised. The way Yeji’s been teasing her, you thought Ryujin was actually interested and just putting up a facade. Even with Yeji openly rubbing you through your sweats, Ryujin hasn’t looked away. If anything, she looks smug.

“…Maybe she really isn’t into guys.”

You whisper into your girlfriend’s ear. Yeji, though, doesn’t look convinced. Her lips curl in the kind of grin that says she knows something you don’t.

“That’s what she wants us to think.”

Ryujin rolls her eyes.

“You’re obsessed. Admit you’re wrong and drop it already, unnie.”

Yeji chuckles, her fingers still kneading lazily at your growing bulge.

“You might’ve fooled him. But me? No. I know you too well, Ryujin.”

The younger girl scoffs, tossing her hair.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

But her leg bounces. Her eyes keep flicking down to Yeji’s hand before darting away again.

Then Ryujin leans back in the chair, a bratty expression growing on her face. As if she’s planning on turning this around.

“You know what, unnie? You’re the one acting weird. You’re obsessed with me and your boyfriend’s cock in the same sentence. Maybe there’s something wrong with you.”

The words hang in the air, a little sharper than her usual teasing. You glance at Yeji, half expecting her to cave. But instead she just laughs, almost purring.

“Oh, Ryujin…”

Yeji tilts her head, eyes glinting. Her hand strokes up your cock through your sweats as if to underline every word.

“There’s nothing wrong with sharing one’s boyfriend. Especially with someone cute like you.”

Your breath catches at the casual way she says it. As if Yeji just offered Ryujin she could join the two of you in a game of cards.

Ryujin scoffs, but her facade falters just a little.

“Sharing…? That’s sick, unnie.”

“Is it?”

Yeji leans forward now, her tone gentle but teasing, like she’s talking to a kid who just doesn’t get it yet

“Or are you just scared you’d like it too much if I offered him to you?”

Ryujin freezes. Her lips part like she wants to snap back, but the words don’t come right away. Her eyes flick down to where Yeji’s hand is still stroking your bulge, then back up. She forces a smirk, shaking her head.

“Keep dreaming. I told you, I’m not into it.”

“Mm. We’ll see about that.”

Yeji shifts beside you, her smirk never fading as her fingers slide to your waistband. She tugs the zipper down with agonizing slowness.

“You’ll see soon enough, Ryujin. I’ll make him feel so good right in front of you.”

Your breath hitches when she slips her hand inside, wrapping around your length and pulling your cock free. Ryujin scoffs immediately, her voice sharp.

“Unnie, are you serious right now? You’re just gonna-”

Her words stop dead in her throat the moment her eyes actually land on your cock. She tries to roll her eyes again, but she can’t quite hide it this time. Her gaze lingers for a beat too long, trailing along your length. And when she finally looks away her cheeks are a little warmer than before. Yeji notices instantly. She gives your cock a slow stroke, her voice dripping with mock innocence.

“What’s wrong, Ryujin? You look a little distracted.”

“I’m not.”

Ryujin shoots back quickly. Almost too quickly. She shifts in her seat, tugging her hoodie down over her bare thighs as if that will help.

“I just… didn’t expect you to actually pull it out. That’s all.”

But even as she says it, her eyes flick down again. A quick glance, but enough to betray her. And as soon as she does, she feels it. The heat curling in her stomach, the sudden dryness in her throat. Yeji’s grin turns wicked. She strokes you again, slower this time, making sure Ryujin can see every inch.

“That’s what I thought.”

Yeji shifts her grip, letting your cock rest heavy across her palm as she strokes slowly as if she’s showing it off. Her voice drips with amusement as she looks over at Ryujin.

“Look at him, Ryujin. Thick, hard, so warm in my hand. Don’t you think it’s pretty? Every vein, the way it twitches when I squeeze…Ah, it’s almost too good.”

“Unnie…”

Ryujin’s tone is still low, but her eyes betray her. They keep darting down. Her thighs shift again, pressing closer together. Yeji doesn’t let up. She brings her face close. Close enough that her breath fans along your tip, and licks her lips before glancing back at Ryujin.

“You don’t know what you’re missing, baby girl. The taste, the stretch… God, it’s perfect. Every time I take him in my throat, I feel ruined.”

Your chest tightens at her words, your cock twitching in her hand as she continues to praise you. And your girlfriend calling her friend baby girl while inviting her to try your cock? Your entire body is covered in a quick shiver.

Ryujin exhales sharply through her nose, biting her lip before rolling her eye.

“Are you gonna keep talking about it forever, or are you actually gonna put your mouth on it?”

Yeji smirks, eyes sparkling.

“Oh? So you do want to see.”

“I didn’t say that.”

Ryujin fires back, but her voice cracks just a little.

Yeji giggles, stroking you slowly again as she looks between you and Ryujin.

“You didn’t have to.”

Yeji tilts her head, your cock pressing against her cheek as she strokes you lazily.

“If you’re not afraid, then come closer. Have a look for yourself.”

Ryujin groans, shaking her head.

“You’re insane, unnie. I’m not doing that.”

Yeji just shrugs, smirk widening.

“Suit yourself.”

And without another word, she lowers her head and wraps her lips around your tip.

You groan, your head rolling back against the couch as heat shoots through you. Yeji takes her time, sliding her mouth down your shaft with a practiced ease that has your thighs tensing. Her tongue drags along the underside, her lips sealing tight as she starts bobbing slowly, her hand twisting at the base. You’re lost in the sensation at first, savoring the wet heat of Yeji’s mouth. But then, through half lidded eyes, you glance sideways.

Ryujin hasn’t looked away once.

Her arms are still folded across her chest like she’s trying to stay composed, but her eyes tell another story. Wide, locked on your cock sliding in and out of Yeji’s mouth. Every wet sound makes her jaw clench. Every twitch of your body makes her thighs shift tighter together. She’s not even blinking, just staring like she’s hypnotized.

Yeji hums around you, slurping noisily before pulling off with a wet pop. She wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, smirking as she catches Ryujin’s stare.

“Enjoying the view, baby girl?”

Ryujin blinks rapidly, her cheeks hot.

“I-I’m not. Shut up.”

But her eyes still don’t leave your cock, glistening and wet in Yeji’s grip.

Yeji strokes you slowly, deliberately loud with every slick motion of her hand. Ryujin’s still sitting stiff, but her eyes are glued to the way your cock glistens with spit. You let out a low chuckle, your voice rough with arousal.

“You keep saying you’re not into this, Ryujin, but you’ve been staring harder than Yeji’s sucking.”

Her head snaps up, her eyes narrowing.

“W-What? No, I haven’t!”

Yeji smirks around you, tongue swirling over your tip before she pulls off to laugh softly.

“He’s right. You look like you’re about to drool, baby girl.”

“I’m not!”

Ryujin shoots back, her voice too loud, too defensive. Her face burns red as her eyes betray her again, flicking right back down between your legs. You lean forward slightly, catching her with a grin.

“It’s okay if you want it. No one here’s gonna judge you.”

“I don’t want-”

She starts, but her voice falters. Her thighs squeeze together again, her lips pressing tight like she’s trying to bite back the truth. Yeji hums, swirling her tongue around your head before glancing up at her friend.

“Then prove it. If you don’t want it, look me in the eyes instead of looking down here.”

Ryujin stiffens, her gaze darting between Yeji’s smug grin and your cock throbbing in Yeji’s spit slick hand. She lasts maybe three seconds before her eyes drop again, locked on the thing she keeps pretending not to want.

“…fuck you guys.”

She mutters under her breath, standing up abruptly. Yeji arches a brow, but doesn’t move as Ryujin crosses the room. Her steps are hesitant, but her body betrays her. She kneels down beside Yeji, cheeks flushed and eyes flashing like she’s daring either of you to call her out. Yeji’s smirk turns satisfied as she strokes you slower, showing off the heavy weight in her hand.

“Knew you couldn’t resist.”

Ryujin clicks her tongue, glaring down at your cock like she hates it. But her breathing quickens. Her lips part slightly as she lingers close enough to feel the heat radiating off you. Yeji keeps stroking you slowly and steadily, her other hand reaching over to brush Ryujin’s thigh.

“Don’t be shy.”

She purrs, her tone is playful.

“Touch him. Feel how hard he is for us.”

Ryujin jerks slightly at her words.

“Why would I-”

“Because you can’t take your eyes off it.”

Yeji cuts her off, lifting your cock upright so it stands thick and throbbing between them. A string of spit slips from her lips and drips down the shaft, sliding over her fist.

“Come on, baby. Just your hand.”

Ryujin hesitates. Her chest rises and falls faster by the second. She glances at your face. Your eyes are fixed on her. Then back down at Yeji’s slick hand gliding over you. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she reaches out. Her fingers hover for a second. They tremble. Then they wrap around your base beneath Yeji’s grip.

The reaction is instant. Ryujin gasps softly, her breath catching in her throat as the heat and weight of your cock sink into her palm. Her eyes widen in disbelief, staring at her hand like she didn’t expect it to feel so real. So good.

“See?”

Yeji teases, smirking as she moves her hand higher, giving Ryujin room.

“Big, isn’t he?”

Ryujin doesn’t answer. Her lips part as she squeezes lightly, her thumb brushing over the slick mess Yeji left behind. She flinches at the stickiness, then bites her lip as she slowly starts to move her hand.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Her strokes are awkward at first. But her eyes are glued to your cock, mesmerized by the way it twitches in her grip, by the gleam of spit coating her fingers. Yeji leans close to whisper in her ear, her voice low and sultry.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t lie.”

Ryujin swallows hard, her breath shaky as she keeps stroking, her small hand tight around your girth.

You lean back against the couch, watching her hand work up and down your cock, still sticky from Yeji’s spit. The sight alone makes your chest tighten, but what really gets you is Ryujin’s face. Her parted lips. The way her eyes refuse to look anywhere else. A smirk curls on your lips.

“Not bad for someone who swore she didn’t like cocks.”

Ryujin’s head snaps up, her cheeks burning hot.

“I-I’m just… I’m not-”

She stumbles over her words, but her hand never leaves your length. If anything, her grip tightens, her strokes unconsciously speeding up.

You chuckle, tilting your head as you stare her down.

“Really? Because it looks like you can’t let go.”

Yeji grins wide at that, brushing her hair back as she watches.

“He’s right, Ryujin. You’ve been glued to it since the moment I pulled it out.”

“I’m just… curious.”

Ryujin fires back, but her voice is weak. As if she’s losing an internal battle against herself. Her thumb drags over your slit, collecting a bead of precum before she even realizes what she’s doing. When she does, her breath hitches, and her thighs shift restlessly on the floor.

“Curious, huh?”

You place your hand over hers, guiding her strokes just a little faster, making her grip a little tighter.

“Feels like you’re doing more than just ‘curious.’”

Her lips part. No words come out this time. Her eyes flick from your cock, slick and throbbing in her hand, up to your face. And the moment your eyes lock, she jerks her gaze away again, embarrassed at how hot she feels. Yeji laughs softly and leans in close to whisper against Ryujin’s ear.

“Face it, babe. You love it already.”

Ryujin bites her lip, shaking her head. But her hand keeps stroking, betraying her resistance. Yeji watches Ryujin’s hand glide over your cock, her smirk only growing wider. She leans in closer, her voice dripping with mischief.

“Curious hands…”

She teases, letting her tongue slide across her bottom lip.

“…but what about that mouth, Ryujin?”

Ryujin freezes for half a second, her strokes faltering.

“You’re crazy.”

Her voice is shaking now.

Yeji just laughs softly, her hand wrapping back around your shaft above Ryujin’s so both of them are stroking you together.

“Am I? Or are you just scared you’ll like it?”

She angles your cock slightly closer toward Ryujin’s lips.

“Come on. Just a taste. No one’s stopping you.”

Ryujin glares at her, trying to muster up a bratty reply, but the heat in her chest betrays her. Her eyes flick down to your cock again. The shine of Yeji’s spit, the pulse against her palm, the way a bead of precum clings to the tip. It all invites her to have a taste.

Yeji leans right into her ear.

“Taste him. You know you want to. Just one little lick.”

Ryujin swallows hard. She doesn’t move right away, her face burning with the weight of both your stares. But then, almost without realizing it, she leans in. Her lips part slightly. Her tongue darts out. One slow lick, from the base of the tip up to the head. Her gasp is audible the second the taste hits her tongue. Yeji laughs softly, almost triumphantly.

“See? Not so scary, is it?”

Ryujin pulls back a little too quickly, visibly flustered. But the hunger in her eyes betrays her completely. You lean forward slightly, watching her fumble through her flustered little act. A strand of her hair has fallen into her face, sticking to her lips and you reach down casually to brush it back. The touch makes her freeze, eyes flicking up at you, only for her body to move on its own. The angle of your hand guiding her face down just an inch lower… and suddenly her lips part wider, your cockhead brushing against her tongue. Then she closes her mouth around you. Her eyes widen. She goes almost cross eyed as the weight fills her lips. Her moan vibrates around your shaft like she’s just lost herself in that instant.

“Mmfhh-”

Her cheeks hollow as she tries to adjust, her tongue pressing up against the underside of your length. The taste floods her senses, and her whole body trembles.

“Fuck…”

You hiss under your breath, feeling the wet heat of her mouth for the first time.

“Look at you, Ryujin. Can’t even pretend now.”

Yeji grins wickedly, one hand rubbing Ryujin’s back as she watches her best friend turn into a slut for your cock in real time.

“Told you, baby girl. One lick was never going to be enough for you.”

Ryujin’s nails dig into her thighs as she moans again around you, louder this time, like your cock just snapped something inside her mind. Her bratty walls? Gone.

Now she’s sucking, messy and hungry, as though she’s been waiting her whole life for this. Ryujin’s lips cling tight around your cock, every little moan spilling out as vibration straight into your shaft. She’s already a mess. Her eyes glassy, her breath coming in heavy bursts through her nose as she struggles to take more of you. Yeji shifts closer, her fingers slipping into Ryujin’s hair.

“Let me help you out.”

She murmurs, almost more to herself than to Ryujin. She gathers the strands, pulling them back into her fist so Ryujin’s face is completely bared. Now you can see everything. The way her cheeks hollow as she sucks. The way her lips stretch around you, pink and wet. The trail of spit already dripping down her chin and onto her chest. Yeji just holds her there, letting her worship you properly. Ryujin moans again, high-pitched and desperate, her throat fluttering as she forces herself to take more. She pulls back for a second, your cock sliding from her lips with a wet pop. Then she dives forward again, whining around your length as though she can’t bear the thought of being empty. Your hand falls onto the back of her head, feeling her scalp shift beneath Yeji’s grip, and you groan.

“Shit… you’re good at this, Ryujin…”

She whines louder at the praise, sucking harder, her tongue swirling desperately under your shaft like she needs to prove it. Yeji smirks, keeping her hair pulled tight in her fist, forcing her to stay where she belongs. On her knees, face down, lips wrapped tight around your cock. Ryujin’s sloppy, desperate sounds echo in the room, spit trailing down her chin and over your cock as she keeps bobbing her head. Her eyes are unfocused now, like she’s completely lost herself to the taste and feel of your dick. Yeji doesn’t let go of her hair, her fist keeping Ryujin locked right where she belongs. But she rises up, pressing herself flush against your side, her lips brushing against your jaw before she catches your mouth in a hot kiss.

The contrast hits you hard. Ryujin’s wet mouth below, Yeji’s soft lips above. Your girlfriend kisses you slow at first, her tongue flicking against yours while her grip on Ryujin’s hair tightens just enough to hold her steady. You can feel Ryujin moaning around you, the vibrations shooting through your cock every time Yeji deepens the kiss. You slide a hand to Yeji’s waist, pulling her closer as your other hand rests heavy on the back of Ryujin’s head. She’s stuck between you both now.

Yeji pulls back from the kiss just enough to whisper against your lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Having her like this for us?”

Below, Ryujin moans again, sloppy and broken, her mouth still working desperately over your length, like she’s trying to drown in it in her saliva. Yeji kisses you again, harder this time, her hand never leaving Ryujin’s hair, keeping her right where she needs to be. Yeji breaks the kiss, her lips glistening as she pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. Her smirk is confident and her grip on Ryujin’s hair is firm.

“God… you have no idea how hot this is.”

She breathes, her voice dropping into a lower, more sultry register.

“Watching my bratty best friend suck off my boyfriend like it’s all she’s ever wanted.”

The words make your cock throb, and Ryujin whines again around you, as if even her body agrees.

Yeji glances down, her smile curling darker. With a firm tug she drags Ryujin’s head back, peeling her lips from your cock. Ryujin resists, her lips clinging, dragging wetly along your length as if refusing to let go. Strings of spit stretch and snap between her mouth and your shaft, her dazed eyes staring at you like she’s begging. Yeji tilts her head, pretending to pout.

“Aww… look at you. Can’t even let go, huh? All that talk about being a lesbian, and now…”

She leans closer, voice sharp but playful.

“…now you look like you’d die without another taste.”

Ryujin’s chest rises and falls fast, her cheeks burning red, but her lips are still parted, slick and trembling as she stares at your cock.

Yeji strokes her thumb over Ryujin’s wet bottom lip, then guides her gaze up.

“Go on. Say it. Praise his cock.”

Ryujin swallows, your aftertaste almost making her gasp. But her bratty defiance flickers against the obvious hunger in her eyes. Her lips part. But instead of leaning back in right away, she hesitates, caught between pride and need. Her pride holds her tongue, even as her eyes betray her hunger. The silence lingers just a second too long.

Smack.

Yeji’s palm cracks lightly against Ryujin’s cheek, not hard, but enough to sting. Ryujin gasps, her eyes flying wide, her body jolting at the sudden humiliation.

“Bad girl.”

Yeji hisses, her fingers fisting tighter in Ryujin’s hair.

“Still trying to play stubborn? Even when you’re dripping all over your chin for his cock?”

Before Ryujin can recover, Yeji grabs your shaft and angles it down, pressing it against Ryujin’s flushed cheek. She drags your cock slowly across her face, painting her skin with the slick sheen of spit still clinging to you. Across her lips. Her nose. Her other cheek. Ryujin shudders, whimpering at the degradation, her eyes rolling up toward you in shame and need all at once.

“There.”

Yeji croons mockingly.

“Look at you. A mess, covered in spit. That’s how desperate you look.”

She pushes Ryujin’s face closer, rubbing the swollen tip across her lips until they glisten. Then Yeji tilts her chin up, forcing her to look at you.

“Now be a good cock slut.”

Yeji orders, her tone leaving no room for debate.

“Open your mouth and praise his cock. Tell him how much you love it. Or do you need me to slap you again?”

Ryujin’s lips tremble, her breath shaky, torn between defiance and the overwhelming need flashing in her eyes as she stares at your cock hovering right in front of her mouth. Ryujin hesitates for just a heartbeat, lips trembling as her pride holds her back. But then her gaze flicks down at your cock. Thick, hard, spit smeared across it. Something in her cracks. Her voice comes out soft at first, almost shy.

“It’s… so big.”

She whispers, eyes glassy as she stares.

“So hot and heavy… I can’t stop thinking about it. Your cock feels… perfect. I-I love it.”

Her words grow hungrier as she leans closer, her lips brushing against the tip while she speaks.

“I love how it fills my mouth. I love the taste. I want it, all of it. I love your cock.”

Her confession spills out of her in a rush, like she’s been holding it back too long. When she finally falls silent, her cheek still pressed against you, Yeji smirks.

Smack.

Her palm lands sharply against Ryujin’s other cheek. Ryujin jerks, crying out.

“Unnie!”

Her voice cracks between a moan and a whine, shock and need colliding.

Yeji leans down, her grip in Ryujin’s hair making the younger one’s head tilt back.

“That was just for good measure.”

She purrs.

“To remind you what you are now. My new plaything. And his little cock slut.”

Ryujin shivers at the words, her lips parting again as she instinctively leans back toward your length, as though she can’t keep herself away anymore. Her lips brush your tip with every shaky breath. But Yeji tilts her head and smirks. You can tell she’s enjoying this too much. She needs to humiliate Ryujin even more before she lets her get back to your cock.

“That was cute. But not enough. Not nearly enough.”

She pulls Ryujin’s face back just enough to make her look up at her.

“It’s not just his cock you love, Ryujin. Say it. Say you love him.”

Ryujin stiffens instantly, her eyes widening. “Wh-what? No, unnie-”

Before she can finish, Yeji spits. The wet drops land right on Ryujin’s cheek, sliding down her flushed face until it drips onto her lips. Ryujin freezes, her entire body trembling in disbelief as the warm spit trails downward. Yeji smirks, her voice cold.

“There. Now you look like the messy little slut you are.”

She pushes Ryujin’s head back toward you, smearing the spit across her cheek with the tip of your cock.

“Say it. Or I’ll leave you like this. Begging and desperate. And you’ll have to watch how I suck oppa’s cock. ”

Ryujin’s chest rises and falls rapidly as she shakes her head, her bratty defiance crumbling as the humiliation sinks in. She realizes just how far she’s already gone. Kneeling, drooling, her face wet with spit, her pride shattered. There’s no turning back. Her lips part, her voice trembling.

“I… I love you.”

She swallows hard, eyes darting up to meet yours as she repeats louder, clearer, more desperate.

“I love you. I love you, I love your cock-I love everything about you. Please… please don’t stop using me.”

Her shameless confession hangs in the air.

“There it is.”

Yeji purrs, finally satisfied.

“That’s the truth, isn’t it? Our little Ryujinie finally admitting what she is.”

Yeji smirks down at her broken, trembling friend.

“Fulfill your purpose then.”

She orders, her voice dripping with satisfaction. With a firm shove, she pushes Ryujin forward.

“Go on. Show him how much you love him.”

Ryujin doesn’t hesitate this time. Her lips part eagerly, and she slides down onto your cock with a needy moan, stuffing her mouth full. The wet heat envelops you all at once, her tongue pressing along the underside as she takes you deeper. Her eyes roll back slightly, spit bubbling at the corners of her lips as she bobs her head faster, desperate to prove herself. Every sloppy moan vibrates down your shaft, her throat flexing as she struggles to swallow you whole. Yeji laughs softly, clearly enjoying the sight. She gathers both of Ryujin’s wrists in one hand, yanking them behind her back so she can’t even touch you anymore.

“That’s better. On your knees, hands out of the way, just a cock sleeve for my boyfriend.”

With Ryujin’s hands trapped, her body has no choice but to let her mouth take everything. Each bob forces her lips lower, stretching around you, until her nose nearly brushes your stomach. Her whines are muffled, wet and desperate, drool spilling freely down her chin and dripping onto her hoodie.

You groan, your hand bracing against the back of her head as you look down. The sight is unreal. Ryujin gagging, worshipping, impaled on your cock while Yeji holds her hands tight, smirking at the way her best friend looks reduced to nothing but a messy, eager toy.

“Open wider, baby girl.”

Before Ryujin can react, Yeji shoves her down hard, burying your cock deep into her throat. Ryujin gags instantly, her body jolting, but Yeji doesn’t let her go. Instead, she yanks her back up by her hair. Spit and precum trail down her chin. Then she slams her back down again. The wet, messy sound of her throat taking you echoes in the room.

“Again.”

Yeji pulls her up, then shoves her down.

“And again.”

Each thrust is harsher, forcing Ryujin’s lips to bruise around your cock, her muffled gags and wet moans filling the air. You grip the couch, your head falling back as you groan, your cock twitching inside Ryujin’s throat. Yeji leans in close to you, her voice smug as she keeps forcing Ryujin up and down your length.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? Watching her choke on you like this?”

You can barely form words.

“Fuck-yes.”

Ryujin gags loudly again, her throat fluttering helplessly around you, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Yeji laughs softly, dragging her back up just to slam her down again.

“Then that’s her job now.”

Yeji declares, with an amused smile on her face.

“Her mouth isn’t hers anymore. It’s just a wet hole for you to use. Anytime. Anywhere. Isn’t that right, Ryujin?”

Yeji forces her further, your cock bottoming out in her throat, her nose pressed against your stomach. Ryujin coughs and chokes, her fingers flexing helplessly behind her back, her throat spasming around you.

“If you disagree, say something.”

Ryujin sputters, unable to breathe properly. Her throat clenches and tightens around your length. Her eyes roll, her muffled cries breaking into wet gags. Yeji presses her head down even harder, holding her in place.

“Mm. Silence.”

She smirks up at you.

“I’ll take that as agreement.”

Ryujin’s body trembles, her throat wrapped tightly around you as Yeji keeps Ryujin’s wrists pinned behind her back. Her other hand is locked tight in her hair.

“Hold her steady.”

You groan through clenched teeth.

“Gladly.”

With her head trapped in place, you start to move. Your hips thrust up into her mouth. Ryujin’s lips stretch wide around you, her throat straining as you bury yourself deeper each time. Spit gushes from the corners of her mouth, dripping down onto her chest, soaking the fabric of her hoodie. Every thrust forces wet, sloppy gags out of her throat, filling the room with obscene sounds. Drool coats your cock, her chin, her neck, everything. She’s a mess, but her muffled moans make it clear she’s not fighting anymore. She’s taking you, drooling over you, letting herself be used. The wet heat of her throat nearly overwhelms you, your release building fast. You grunt, slowing your thrusts, trying to hold yourself back. Yeji notices instantly. With a sharp tug, she drags Ryujin off your cock. Ryujin gasps for air, coughing lightly, her chest heaving. Yeji doesn’t give her a chance to recover. She grabs your cock and smears it across Ryujin’s ruined face, dragging it over her lips and her cheeks and even streaking her nose.

“Look at you. Painted in spit and drool. You love it.”

Ryujin gasps each time, her lips parting, her tongue darting out to chase the taste as your cock slides across her skin. She whimpers when she can’t catch you, her lips following hungrily.

Finally, Yeji loosens her grip, letting Ryujin free.

But Ryujin doesn’t lunge for your cock the way you expect. Instead, she lowers her head submissively and starts pressing soft, wet kisses all over your shaft. Her lips glide along your length, worshipping every inch, leaving trails of spit and lipstick-smudged marks down to your base. She moans softly, her tongue dragging along your veins, her lips sealing over the sensitive spots as if each kiss is a prayer. She doesn’t take you inside her mouth this time. She just worships your dick. Her eyes are glazed. Her lips slide slowly over your cock like it’s the most precious thing in the world. She kisses every inch with sloppy devotion. Her tongue flicks again and again to trace the veins, her mouth presses cute little kisses at your tip before sliding down to your base again. Not once does she take you back inside. She just worships you. Ryujin is lost in it. Like she could spend forever kissing your cock.

Yeji watches with delight, her fingers still holding Ryujin’s hair.

“Pathetic. Look at you. You were all talk about hating cock, and now you can’t stop kissing it. Like some filthy, cock drunk toy.”

Ryujin moans softly against you, the sound muffled as her lips pepper more desperate kisses down your length. She shifts on her knees, thighs pressing together, her whole body trembling as though the degradation alone is pushing her past her limit. Yeji leans lower, a cruel smirk playing around her lips.

“You’re nothing but a cock addicted plaything. Just a brat who finally found her purpose.”

Ryujin’s body seizes, a violent shudder running through her as her knees buckle slightly on the floor. A broken whine slips from her lips, pressed against your shaft, as her thighs squeeze together. She shudders with a weak orgasm, her body trembling pathetically even though you never touched her. Her lips don’t leave your cock. Even as she shakes, she keeps kissing, moaning softly into your skin. Wordless whispers, needy whines, all muffled by her mouth glued to you.

Yeji blinks, her brows shooting up in disbelief before a laugh bursts out of her.

“Oh my fucking god. Did you just come?”

She tugs Ryujin’s hair, forcing her face back a little so she can look at her expression.

“You came just from kissing his cock?”

Ryujin’s lips are swollen, her cheeks wet with spit and tears. Her eyes are glazed with a pathetic shine. She can’t answer. Only moans and gasps leave her throat.

Yeji laughs harder.

“You’re unbelievable. You didn’t even need to be touched. You’re that far gone. You really are a cock slut through and through.”

Ryujin finally looks up at you, her lips still brushing your length. Her glassy eyes lock with yours, wide and desperate. The look says everything she can’t.

“I love your cock. I love it so much I came without even being touched. Please… please use me. Make me your cum dump.”

Her lips press another wet kiss to your cockhead, her breath trembling, her eyes begging.

Your voice is thick with arousal.

“I want to use her throat… until I finish.”

Ryujin jolts at your words, then nods frantically, her eyes lighting up in relief and hunger.

“T-thank you, oppa…”

Her own voice is trembling but eager. She opens her mouth wide. Tongue out. Waiting.

Yeji grins wickedly.

“Hear that? He’s not asking. He’s telling you. So open up, slut.”

With a harsh shove, she pushes Ryujin’s head forward, forcing you deep into her throat all over again.

Ryujin gags loudly, her throat squeezing as she takes you down to the base. Each bob of her head is fast, wet and brutal, Yeji’s fist in her hair drags her up and slams her back down. Drool pours down her chin. Strings of spit snap each time she pulls up before being shoved back down.

Yeji glances up at you, her smirk curling as Ryujin gurgles and chokes around your cock.

“Mmm, look at her. Perfect little cock sleeve. You could use her anytime you wanted. In the dorm, backstage… even on stage.”

Your hips buck up at the thought, forcing your cock deeper into Ryujin’s throat. She moans weakly around you, as if she’s agreeing, even as her gags fill the room.

“Yeah… she’d probably love it. Kneeling between your legs in front of thousands of fans, her throat stuffed full while everyone screams her name.”

Ryujin’s muffled, messy choking drowns out Yeji’s words for a moment. Yeji punishes her. She forces Ryujin all the way down, her nose buried against your stomach, and gives her head a rough shake. Ryujin sputters violently, drool spraying everywhere. Her throat clenches tight around you. The sloppy, helpless noises make your entire body tense, your climax rushing to the surface.

“Go on.”

Yeji whispers in your ear, still holding Ryujin down on your cock.

“Fill her throat. Make her gag on your cum.”

The image, the sound, the sheer heat of Ryujin’s wet throat milking you dry pushes you over the edge. With a groan, your hips jerk upward, releasing deep into her mouth.

Ryujin shakes, gagging hard as hot ropes flood her throat. Her body jerks. She coughs, but Yeji doesn’t let her go.

“Swallow it. Everything.”

She orders, keeping her locked down as you finish inside her.

Only when your orgasm ebbs does Yeji yank Ryujin back up. She gasps for air and is still coughing. Her lips and chin are smeared with spit. Tears streak down her face.

Yeji’s smirk fades into a mock frown.

“Tch. Greedy bitch. You didn’t leave me a single drop.”

Smack.

Her palm cracks against Ryujin’s spit slick cheek again. Ryujin flinches, whining softly. But her glassy eyes stay locked on your cock. You wonder if Ryujin even heard the conflict in Yeji’s words. Just a second ago she told her to swallow everything. Now she’s punishing her for doing exactly as she was told.

Yeji yanks her face up by her hair, leaning down to hiss in her ear.

“You’re going to work for another load. But this one’s mine. You hear me?”

Ryujin whimpers and nods quickly. Her lips parted in a desperate little gasp. Yeji smirks, tugging her head down toward your lap again.

“Be a good cock sleeve. Know your place. You’re not his girlfriend.”

She glances at you, her eyes sparkling with dark amusement. As if this is one of her wildest fantasies.

“I am. You’re just our plaything.”

Ryujin moans helplessly at Yeji’s words. Her lips brush against your cock. Her breath is shaky.