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Upon reaching Yoo Jeonghyeon’s apartment, Kim Dokja wasn’t sure what to expect. She had a general idea of what the rest of her evening would be like, but she really couldn’t be sure. Though she’d deny it until the day she died, Kim Dokja was 100% a virgin (for now) and absolutely did not want either of the hottest women she’d ever seen in her life to figure that out. She had to play this cool, pretend that all the misunderstandings at the restaurant were because she had simply misheard… or something.
Taking a deep breath after slipping off her shoes, Kim Dokja marched over to the couch and plopped herself down on one of the cushions. “So, are we doing this or what?”
Yoo Jeonghyeon raised a brow at her in amusement, while Yoo Joonghyuk walked over and pulled her back up to her feet. “Not here.”
“What’s wrong with a perfectly good couch, huh?” Kim Dokja wondered, as though daring Yoo Joonghyuk to contradict her. Wouldn’t this be simple? Easy? Better for back support so Kim Dokja could sit up or lounge and feel slightly more like she knew what she was doing and how to look sexy?
Yoo Joonghyuk just snorted. “The bed will be more comfortable.”
“But the couch is right here—”
“And I want to fuck you on my cousin’s bed so it’s forever ruined for her,” Yoo Joonghyuk continued without missing a beat. Kim Dokja knew that she could be petty at times, but wow. That was a new level for sure.
Yoo Jeonghyeon didn’t seem to care, though, because she was grabbing a towel from the bathroom and bringing it to her room, tossing a flirtatious look over her shoulder as she did. Kim Dokja was lost for words, but she didn’t have enough time to think of a retort before she was grabbed around the waist and was suddenly airborne.
“Yoo Joonghyuk, what do you think you’re doing!?” Kim Dokja shrieked from where she was slung over her roommate’s shoulder, her arms dangling in the air.
Admittedly, part of it was because she was internally losing her shit over the fact that Yoo Joonghyuk could pick her up with so much ease, let alone carry her like this, but Kim Dokja had to put up at least a superficial protest to being carried in such a humiliating and sexy way.
“You’re too slow,” Yoo Joonghyuk replied as she effortlessly walked into the bedroom, and Kim Dokja lamented that she couldn’t see those biceps flexing from her current vantage point. To make matters worse, she couldn’t even properly see Yoo Joonghyuk’s calves or thighs because of her jeans, so she was out of luck. If Yoo Joonghyuk had decided to wear shorts instead, despite the slight chill outside…
Yoo Joonghyuk stopped after a moment and Kim Dokja barely had time to brace herself and suck in a breath before her back hit the mattress, bouncing once before she came to a rest on top of the towel. She lay there, pushing herself up on her elbows, to look up at both Yoo Joonghyuk and Yoo Jeonghyeon staring down at her.
With a smile that she hoped was more confident than she felt, Kim Dokja said, “So, now what?”
Yoo Jeonghyeon snickered before turning to Yoo Joonghyuk with a confident air. “I’m such a benevolent unnie that I’ll allow my dearest cousin to go first. That way, when you don’t live up to expectations, I can correct those mistakes.”
“Fuck off,” Yoo Joonghyuk retorted gruffly. “I’m not going to screw up. I’ll correct your mistakes.”
Kim Dokja could already sense an argument brewing so she sat up and loudly declared, “If you’re going to argue over who goes first, you might as well just do it at the same time so I’m not sitting here like chopped liver for the next hour!”
Suddenly, the competitive gleam in their eyes intensified, and Yoo Jeonghyeon’s lips curved into an intrigued smirk. “Both of us at once? My sweet girl is so ambitious, isn’t she?”
“You’ll regret that,” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered, but it wasn’t hard to see that she was excited too—the voice she was using was exactly the same as the one Kim Dokja would hear over her streams when she got a perfect piece of gear, or when she finally figured out the optimal attack combo in her games.
Before Kim Dokja could come up with some kind of witty response, Yoo Joonghyuk surged forward and captured her lips in a hurried kiss. Within seconds, Yoo Joonghyuk knelt on the bed over her, cradling Kim Dokja’s jaw in one hand and supporting her own weight with the other. Eyes fluttering closed, Kim Dokja let out a gasp that was quickly covered by lips once again. Yoo Joonghyuk was relentless—as focused and determined as she was when playing competitive games—and Kim Dokja couldn’t respond in kind even as she tried to show her enthusiasm.
Really, she was struggling to keep her mind at all. How was she supposed to mentally handle that her crush of several years was kissing her like her life depended on it? None of her hopeless fantasies had ever prepared her for the real thing!
The bed dipped behind her, and Kim Dokja’s eyes flew open again as a hand pressed against the underside of her jaw to lift it more. She could hear a breathy laugh next to her ear, and she could feel long hair tickling her shoulder.
“Oh my, so desperate,” Yoo Jeonghyeon whispered, grazing her lips against the side of Kim Dokja’s face. “You shouldn’t rush for things like this.”
As Yoo Joonghyuk came up for air, glaring at Yoo Jeonghyeon over Kim Dokja’s shoulder, Kim Dokja was too busy focusing on the soft kisses the woman was pressing to her neck. By the scowl on Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips, Kim Dokja was almost certain that her lipstick was leaving traces behind. It felt like a brand, in a way, but the look in Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes was so hot that she didn’t care about having to wash it all off later.
With Yoo Joonghyuk leaning back, Yoo Jeonghyeon took the opportunity to turn Kim Dokja’s face in her direction, only to kiss her as well. She nipped at Kim Dokja’s bottom lip and gently ran her tongue against it as though to soothe the bite.
“Be a good girl and open up now,” Yoo Jeonghyeon whispered against her lips, tapping a finger on Kim Dokja’s jaw before kissing her again.
Instinctively, Kim Dokja wanted to listen to what she was saying, but she responded by nipping back because of a stronger urge to not make it easy for them. Yoo Jeonghyeon seemed more amused than anything and tapped Kim Dokja’s jaw again a bit more firmly, raising a brow and looking into her eyes without once breaking the kiss.
Slowly, Kim Dokja opened her mouth and immediately found it filled by Yoo Jeonghyeon’s tongue. Between the odd sensation of the kiss and the pressure of Yoo Joonghyuk’s thumbs rubbing circles into her ribs, Kim Dokja didn’t know where to focus. She felt breathless and slightly overwhelmed already, but she wasn’t about to admit defeat after talking a big game. That was something she would never live down, so she couldn’t give in now.
Yoo Jeonghyeon broke the kiss, shifting slightly to Kim Dokja’s side, and leaned on her elbow. “You’re looking flushed already, Dokja-yah.”
“It’s the lighting,” Kim Dokja replied in a weaker voice than she wanted. “I’m not affected at all.”
Yoo Joonghyuk rolled her eyes. “You’re a fool.”
So what if she was? She was the one being fought over here, so what did it make them if they both wanted this fool?
Kim Dokja shivered slightly as Yoo Joonghyuk’s eyes looked at her from head to toe, and as her hands shifted to the hem of Kim Dokja’s shirt. From her look alone, she was asking permission, and Kim Dokja looked away petulantly before nodding anyway.
The cool air hit her skin as her shirt was lifted up, and Kim Dokja bit her lip to keep herself from inhaling sharply as she felt the warmth of Yoo Joonghyuk’s palms on her bare stomach. From behind her, Kim Dokja could feel the clasp of her bra getting unhooked by Yoo Jeonghyeon’s steady hands, and that’s really when it hit her that this was real. It was a bit scary—she had no idea what to expect from here—but all she knew was that she wanted it so badly that she was more scared of her own desire.
She couldn’t even press her thighs together to try and distract herself from the way Yoo Joonghyuk was looking at her in a way that Kim Dokja would almost describe as hungry because they would certainly notice. Yoo Joonghyuk leaned in close again, kissing and licking down her abdomen, and leaving small bites as she went. At the same time, Yoo Jeonghyeon knelt on the bed behind Kim Dokja and pressed down on her shoulders until Kim Dokja was lying in her lap, only able to look at her face past her breasts.
With a benevolent smile, Yoo Jeonghyeon maneuvered Kim Dokja’s shirt off and tossed it somewhere to the side to be forgotten, followed by her bra. Now completely topless, Kim Dokja couldn’t help but feel even more underdressed than she had at the restaurant, even though everyone else was far too dressed for this kind of thing, in her humble opinion.
“Why am I the only one freezing?” she demanded, allowing a scowl to cross her face, only for Yoo Jeonghyeon to laugh and place a finger on Kim Dokja’s lips as though to shush her.
“We’ll warm you up just fine.”
That wasn’t what she meant, but fine. It was hard for Kim Dokja to stay performatively annoyed with Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers pressing into her waist and her lips approaching the waistband of her skirt.
“But, if you insist,” Yoo Jeonghyeon said in an amused tone before reaching back and unzipping her dress slightly so she could pull it down enough to free her own breasts. “Is this good enough for you, hm?”
Kim Dokja couldn’t even speak, her eyes locked onto the black lace bra blocking her field of vision. She thought only lingerie models could look that good, dammit.
But she couldn’t say anything because of the teeth scraping at her hipbone and Yoo Jeonghyeon’s hands coming to cup her breasts and squeeze them in a slow rhythm, her thumbs brushing lightly over Kim Dokja’s nipples in a way that made her suck in a breath. Kim Dokja couldn’t help but fist her hands into the bedsheets—and what the hell, why were they so nice? Kim Dokja had the distinct feeling that she wouldn’t be able to afford sheets this nice for at least a decade.
Shivering again as her skirt was pulled down and tossed aside as well, Kim Dokja let out a groan as her nipple was gently pinched and rolled between two fingers. It was hard to know what to focus on—Yoo Jeonghyeon’s skillful fingers squeezing her nipples, the breathtaking view in front of her face, or the tickle of Yoo Joonghyuk’s short hair brushing against her bare thigh.
Yoo Joonghyuk sank to her knees next to the bed and threw Kim Dokja’s legs over her shoulders, breathing heavily. Without wasting a second, she dove in once more, sucking hickies into Kim Dokja’s thighs and biting just enough to leave a slight mark. Kim Dokja’s breath hitched again, and her lips were once again captured into a hurried kiss as Yoo Jeonghyeon leaned down over her.
But there was one thing that still wasn’t satisfactory, and as soon as the kiss broke and she had the chance to breathe again, Kim Dokja used her heel to get Yoo Joonghyuk’s attention. Her roommate looked a bit displeased to be brought out of the almost trance-like state she had been in while lavishing Kim Dokja’s thighs in bites, but she raised her head to stare into Kim Dokja’s eyes with a ravenous gaze.
“What.”
“I don’t want to feel your sweater on my bare legs, Joonghyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja replied airily. “Where are those muscles you’re so proud of, huh?”
For an instant, it looked almost like Yoo Joonghyuk’s pupils dilated as she ripped her shirt and sweater off, leaving her in only her sports bra. She wrapped her arms around Kim Dokja’s thighs, as though to tell her to stay put, and glared at her in a way that was hotter than anything remotely intimidating. The feeling of those biceps against her bare skin made Kim Dokja even more excited. Damn, why couldn’t Yoo Joonghyuk have been shirtless while throwing her down earlier!? That would have been so sexy.
Her thoughts couldn’t go too much further because Yoo Joonghyuk had returned to biting, kissing, and licking her way up Kim Dokja’s thighs. It was agonizingly slow, and just as she reached Kim Dokja’s hipbone—so close yet so far from where she truly wanted that mouth—Yoo Joonghyuk switched to focusing her attention on Kim Dokja’s other leg. It took biting her tongue for Kim Dokja to hold back the whine of frustration that threatened to break free, and she clenched her hands into the bedsheets.
It didn’t help that Yoo Jeonghyeon was following the same rhythm, using a fingertip to circle Kim Dokja’s nipples and occasionally pressing down. Right as Kim Dokja was about to let out a cursory complaint about them going too slow, Yoo Joonghyuk licked a wet stripe across her underwear and then sucked on it. Kim Dokja’s legs spasmed once and her breath hitched as she was overcome by a full-body shiver.
“What are you—?”
But Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t answer her because she was too busy licking and allowing her nose to bump against Kim Dokja’s clothed clit, sending shockwaves up her spine. She gasped again, this time because of a pinch to her nipple, as though Yoo Jeonghyeon was demanding to have her attention back, and she couldn’t help but look up again. But then, Kim Dokja felt the wet fabric get cold as Yoo Joonghyuk leaned back to glare at her cousin. It was as uncomfortable as it was arousing, and the temperature felt more pronounced than usual thanks to her overheated body.
“Well? Get on with it,” Yoo Jeonghyeon scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Or do I need to show you how it’s done?”
Yoo Joonghyuk glared even more harshly before moving Kim Dokja’s legs to pull her underwear off in a single motion, leaving it hanging from her ankle that was quickly hooked back over Yoo Joonghyuk’s shoulder. Without waiting a second, she dove in with reckless abandon, licking and sucking and leaving butterfly kisses on Kim Dokja’s inner thighs and clit until Kim Dokja’s back arched with a gasp and a strangled noise from deep in her chest.
“J-Joonghyuk-ah—!”
But Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t listen or slow, and instead she closed her eyes and pulled Kim Dokja even closer before circling her tongue around Kim Dokja’s hole.
Yoo Jeonghyeon frowned, but tilted Kim Dokja’s chin enough to drag her attention back. “Eyes on me.”
Kim Dokja’s eyes were blown wide as Yoo Joonghyuk’s tongue plunged in, and her hands fisted in the sheets so tightly that she was afraid she’d somehow end up ripping them. “My hands— I—”
“Oh, does my darling need something to do with her hands, hm?” Yoo Jeonghyeon asked, smiling in a way that could have seemed condescending in any other circumstance, but made Kim Dokja’s brain have a heart attack (a brain attack? She had no idea) because it couldn’t withstand the effect of beautiful women.
Then, Yoo Jeonghyeon let her go as she moved, and Kim Dokja felt like a ship unmoored. There were no hands on her breasts to keep her grounded, no breasts in her face to stare at, and her head was lying on the bed with her hair splayed around her. The only thing she could process was the tongue deep in her cunt, and the way Yoo Joonghyuk was barely coming up for air before eating her out like she was a starving woman. Kim Dokja’s thighs trembled as she felt the slick dripping out of her and into Yoo Joonghyuk’s waiting mouth, but she couldn’t do anything other than squeeze Yoo Joonghyuk’s head between them as the woman grazed her teeth lightly against her clit.
Kim Dokja’s eyes fluttered shut, already feeling overwhelmed, but she had a feeling that things weren’t as simple as Yoo Jeonghyeon admitting defeat so easily. Instead, she heard the sound of fabric crumpling to the floor, and then felt hands wrap around her wrists. Looking up in surprise, already breathing hard, Kim Dokja couldn’t help but stare at the woman now kneeling next to her who was only wearing black lace panties. Yoo Jeonghyeon leaned down, her loose hair falling like a curtain around their faces that cut them off from the rest of the world, and kissed her.
At the same time, she brought Kim Dokja’s hands up to her chest and coaxed Kim Dokja to start groping her chest with her hands. Kim Dokja felt her brain go blank—between Yoo Joonghyuk’s tongue making her lose her mind and getting her hands on boobs that weren’t her own for the first time, she was overwhelmed.
Yoo Jeonghyeon’s skin was soft and her breasts were heavier than expected, but she moaned into Kim Dokja’s mouth as Kim Dokja tried to imitate what the woman had been doing to her earlier. Upon hearing the sound, Yoo Joonghyuk somehow managed to pull Kim Dokja in even closer and plunge her tongue in deeper than ever before, letting out a moan of her own that sent tingles up Kim Dokja’s spine.
Kim Dokja felt like a mess, and she had a feeling that she looked it too. Her hair was everywhere as though she hadn’t even tried to brush it, she was soaked, her thighs were covered in bites and hickies, and lipstick marks decorated her neck. Burgundy smudged on her lips too, slightly off-centre.
Yoo Jeonghyeon pulled back, tucking her hair behind an ear, before glancing back at Yoo Joonghyuk with a smirk. “So messy. Desperation isn’t a good look on you.”
Yoo Joonghyuk finally, finally gave Kim Dokja a break, but that didn’t help at all—not when Kim Dokja could crane her neck and see the way that the entirety of Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth and chin were coated with a mixture of spit and slick. She watched as Yoo Joonghyuk wiped it away, only to lick it off her fingers with her skilled tongue, eyes dark with desire.
“Shut up. Where’s your lube?”
Yoo Jeonghyeon rolled her eyes. “The drawer next to the bed on the left.”
Kim Dokja’s legs hung helplessly off the edge of the bed, letting her underwear fall to the floor, and all she could do was watch as Yoo Joonghyuk got up and power walked over to the side table before rummaging through it without much care for anything inside. Naturally, Kim Dokja continued squeezing Yoo Jeonghyeon’s breasts the entire time, delighting in the way that the woman made soft breathy noises. As Kim Dokja moved on to attempting to mimic some of the things Yoo Jeonghyeon had done earlier—brushing her fingers across the nipples, light pinches and squeezes—Yoo Jeonghyeon reached down to rub and tease her nipples again as well.
Then, Yoo Jeonghyeon moved one of her hands lower, swiping her fingers through the mess between Kim Dokja’s thighs and pulling them back sticky. She sat up straight, bringing her fingers up before separating them and watching the way the slick clung to them, and smiled. Looking down, Yoo Jeonghyeon brought her other hand to Kim Dokja’s chin and hooked her thumb on her bottom lip.
“Be a good girl and open up for me.”
Open up…? Was she planning to—?
“And what if I don’t want to?” Kim Dokja replied instinctively, but she wasn’t serious. The slight playfulness in her voice gave away that it was just an act, and even if that hadn’t made it obvious, then maybe the way she got slightly wetter would have done so.
Yoo Jeonghyeon leaned closer again, whispering in an intimate way. “I don’t think you’re telling me the truth. You want to know what you taste like.”
As though she was teasing Kim Dokja, Yoo Jeonghyeon popped one of the fingers into her own mouth and sucked on it, right as Yoo Joonghyuk returned with a bottle and glared before returning to stand between Kim Dokja’s thighs. Kim Dokja couldn’t help but shiver and breathe deeper, squeezing Yoo Jeonghyeon’s breast once again. The woman gently tugged on her lip again, and after a second more of performative resistance, Kim Dokja let her jaw fall open. The first thing she noticed was the odd and somewhat salty taste—it wasn’t something Kim Dokja had ever tried before—but she couldn’t really process more than that as Yoo Jeonghyeon swirled her fingers around Kim Dokja’s tongue a few times.
When she pulled her fingers back, drenched in spit, Yoo Jeonghyeon kissed Kim Dokja again. It was open-mouthed and messy, desperate in all the right ways. And then Kim Dokja heard the bottle pop open. She pulled away, looking over at Yoo Joonghyuk, and watched with wide eyes as Yoo Joonghyuk coated the three fingers with the short nails with lube.
With her brain too far gone from everything, Kim Dokja didn’t even think before she said, “Wait, so the nails weren’t because of WASD?”
Yoo Joonghyuk paused as though she had heard something absolutely ridiculous, and Yoo Jeonghyeon burst out laughing with a wheeze. A few drops of lube fell to the hardwood floor as Yoo Joonghyuk forgot to stop squeezing the bottle, and Kim Dokja honestly felt like they were kindred spirits because of how much she was also leaking.
“Dokja-yah,” Yoo Jeonghyeon cooed, brushing Kim Dokja’s bangs out of her face, “the only reason I’m not down there myself is because I had to get an inconvenient manicure yesterday for my meeting with those executives.”
“Huh?” Kim Dokja asked, genuinely surprised. She looked down at the woman’s nails, put the pieces together, and blanched. Okay, so there was definitely a reason for the short nails. Fuck.
After a few seconds of silence where she was probably recontextualizing every lesbian signal she had ever tried sending, Yoo Joonghyuk muttered, “You’re so fucking stupid,” in the most exasperated yet endeared voice Kim Dokja had ever heard before elbowing Yoo Jeonghyeon away to kiss Kim Dokja quickly and roughly.
It was over before Kim Dokja could truly get into it, but she couldn’t even complain before two of Yoo Joonghyuk’s long fingers slid into her far deeper than her tongue could. Kim Dokja yelped and squirmed as the fingers curled up inside her, rubbing against a spot that made heat rise in her body. Eyes darting around the room frantically, Kim Dokja breathed heavily and shuddered with every thrust of Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers.
“Joonghyuk-ah,” she managed to gasp out, feeling overwhelmed and guilty, “Joonghyuk-ah, you—”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s movements slowed, relaxing the tension that was growing in Kim Dokja’s body. “What do you want?”
Kim Dokja worried her lip between her teeth, but looked down with a concerned expression. “Aren’t you feeling a bit… neglected down there?”
Yoo Joonghyuk sighed deeply and removed her fingers from Kim Dokja’s cunt, only to subconsciously push back her bangs with her other hand and look over with a somewhat frustrated expression. “Kim Dokja, I have been waiting for this opportunity for years. I don’t want to be touched and I don’t need it either. All I need is your pussy in my mouth.”
Immediately, the flush went down Kim Dokja’s chest, turning her bright red from the blunt response. But still… why didn’t Yoo Joonghyuk want anything in return? Did she think that Kim Dokja wouldn’t be able to do something right? Was she uncomfortable with Kim Dokja’s inexperience? Kim Dokja shifted awkwardly, fearing that her question had ruined the mood, but Yoo Joonghyuk sighed once more.
“Kim Dokja, you’re thinking too much again.”
Yoo Joonghyuk knelt down between her legs and pressed an almost reverent kiss to the inside of her thigh. “I feel good when I make you feel good, so you’re doing fine. But, if you have to do something, you can pull on my hair. Don’t worry about anything else and focus on me.”
Yoo Jeonghyeon scoffed as though she clearly disagreed with the last part of her cousin’s statement, but she didn’t argue as Kim Dokja reached down and threaded her fingers through Yoo Joonghyuk’s short hair. It was softer than she had expected, but now Kim Dokja couldn’t imagine her hair feeling any other way. Still, how it felt so nice when the woman only used 5-in-1 shampoo, Kim Dokja would never know.
After an experimental tug, Yoo Joonghyuk plunged her fingers back into Kim Dokja’s cunt, scissoring them and massaging the inside. Kim Dokja could feel her body convulse as that tension began returning and her grip tightened on Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair after a particularly deep drag.
At the same time, Yoo Jeonghyeon was biting her way down Kim Dokja’s chest, swirling her tongue around her nipple and lightly tugging on it with her teeth. It was too much and not enough, and seeing the ring of lipstick left behind when she pulled away to switch to the other side only made Kim Dokja get wetter. That was when Yoo Joonghyuk dove in again, spreading her fingers and licking out the slick that dripped from Kim Dokja’s body, her eyes closing in satisfaction as she did.
Breathy gasps escaped Kim Dokja’s lungs as she felt her body tense up, overwhelmed by one breast getting sucked, the other getting squeezed and lightly grazed by perfectly manicured nails, the two—no, three—fingers and tongue inside her pussy, and—
“Oh god,” Kim Dokja gasped as two fingers circled her clit. It wasn’t Yoo Joonghyuk’s hand, her other arm was wrapped around one of Kim Dokja’s thighs, so—
“You can call me that if you wish,” Yoo Jeonghyeon murmured against the skin of her chest. “I don’t mind.”
And then she tugged on Kim Dokja’s breast with her teeth again right as her fingers did something that Kim Dokja couldn’t even process because Yoo Joonghyuk’s fingers were in so deep and spreading while her tongue swirled around Kim Dokja’s passage and the sound of her slurping up the slick shouldn’t have been hot but it was and something in Kim Dokja’s gut clenched just right.
“Joonghyuk-ah, Jeonghyeon-ah, I— don’t stop, ah, please don’t stop—” Kim Dokja gasped as the wave crested as her back arched and her vision went white. Her entire body convulsed, her knees locked around Yoo Joonghyuk’s head, and she let out a long moan. Yoo Joonghyuk panted heavily, moaning into her cunt only to send more fireworks down Kim Dokja’s spine. Yoo Jeonghyeon’s fingers didn’t stop moving, not until the shaking stopped and Kim Dokja flopped down onto the bed, chest heaving and staring at the ceiling like she had seen the other side of the galaxy.
“Fuck,” Kim Dokja muttered with a small laugh, shivering as Yoo Joonghyuk pulled her fingers out and licked them clean. She was sweaty and beautiful and looking like she was two seconds from pinning Kim Dokja against a wall to do it all over again.
Yoo Jeonghyeon, on the other hand, grabbed Kim Dokja’s chin and turned her head from one side to another before clicking her tongue. “Burgundy isn’t your colour, I’m afraid. I’ll have to wear pink next time.”
After she let go, Kim Dokja slowly pushed herself to a sitting position, looking over at the two women in astonishment. Her arms felt like cooked ramyeon noodles, and her legs were even worse, but those two looked perfectly fine—albeit sweaty and flushed. What the hell!?
Feeling as though she had been challenged, Kim Dokja took a deep breath, crossed her arms, and declared, “Is that really all you can do?”
“Oh?” Yoo Jeonghyeon laughed, raising a brow. “Is that an invitation for round two I’m hearing?”
Maybe this was a bad idea, but Kim Dokja was all about making stupid decisions.
Instead of answering, she stuck out her tongue.
Within seconds, Yoo Joonghyuk crawled onto the bed and looked Kim Dokja deep in the eyes before kissing her deeply. Mid-kiss, Yoo Joonghyuk pulled Kim Dokja down on top of her in a show of quick strength that made Kim Dokja’s breath hitch. Completely in disbelief, Kim Dokja stared at her in bafflement.
“Joonghyuk-ah, I thought you didn’t want—”
“Kim Dokja,” Yoo Joonghyuk said in a tone far too serious for the situation, “sit on my face.”
Kim Dokja felt like her brain had an error. “What?”
“Sit on my face.”
Kim Dokja’s jaw dropped as she stared down at Yoo Joonghyuk, her heated gaze, and the way her chest was heaving with deep breaths full of desperation and desire. Yoo Joonghyuk really wanted this. Hesitantly, Kim Dokja turned around, following the way Yoo Jeonghyeon’s hands on her shoulders were guiding her so she was kneeling above Yoo Joonghyuk’s head. But…
“My legs feel like those floppy green onions,” Kim Dokja whispered, eyes wide as she held onto Yoo Jeonghyeon’s arms for dear life. “Joonghyuk-ah, I’m not going to be able to keep myself up.”
Yoo Joonghyuk’s pupils dilated more, and her grip on Kim Dokja’s hips tightened. Why the hell did she seem even more eager after that!?
“Good,” she replied gruffly, and didn’t waste a second before pulling Kim Dokja down until her pussy was flush against Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth again. Even though she tried to raise herself so she was no longer basically sitting on Yoo Joonghyuk's face, afraid that the woman would suffocate from her weight, her thighs trembled so much that it barely took any strength for Yoo Joonghyuk to pull her down even closer.
A strangled sound tore itself from Kim Dokja’s throat as Yoo Joonghyuk licked and sucked on her oversensitive clit, and she couldn’t help but turn slightly to the side and wind her arms around Yoo Jeonghyeon’s shoulders just to keep herself upright. Yoo Jeonghyeon breathed out a laugh as she once again kissed up Kim Dokja’s neck and moved closer so their chests were pressed together.
“Spread your legs more,” Yoo Jeonghyeon instructed, and Kim Dokja couldn’t even pretend to want anything other than to listen as she carefully shifted her stance to a wider one, only to let out a sob as the angle of Yoo Joonghyuk’s tongue changed to something even more intense as it went deeper inside her cunt than before. Without even meaning to, Kim Dokja rocked back and forth on Yoo Joonghyuk’s face, letting out whimpers every time her clit brushed against her lips and chin.
“Just like that, good girl,” Yoo Jeonghyeon whispered as she shifted to kneel over Kim Dokja’s trembling thigh and ground down before kissing her deeply. Her lace-covered pussy felt hot, even against Kim Dokja’s sweaty skin, and her arousal left shiny streaks of wetness behind as she moved.
Kim Dokja felt so floaty and lost in the sensations of the tongues plunging inside her—both in her mouth and her cunt—that she could hear herself gasping and letting out breathy moans that didn’t feel real. Her body trembled in oversensitivity, and the only things keeping her remotely grounded were Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands holding her hips in a bruising grip, and Yoo Jeonghyeon keeping her upper half secure with a hand massaging her breast and the other wrapped loosely around her neck, her fingertips resting on Kim Dokja’s pulse.
As Yoo Joonghyuk continued to eat her out, Kim Dokja’s hips bucked desperately, and she couldn’t be sure whether she was chasing Yoo Joonghyuk’s tongue or trying to get away from it to have even a second of respite. But there was none to be found, especially not with Yoo Jeonghyeon whispering in her ear between breathy gasps as she ground down on Kim Dokja’s thigh.
“It’s a shame this was so rushed,” she said, making Kim Dokja struggle to open her eyes and focus for two seconds. “If we had more, hah, time, I would have shown you my collection of toys and made you pick out every one you wanted to be used, ah, on you. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Kim Dokja replied in a daze, barely processing what she was saying anymore.
Yoo Jeonghyeon’s hand squeezed her neck for barely a second—not enough to restrict breathing, but enough to make Kim Dokja gasp—as she nibbled on Kim Dokja’s earlobe and moved her other hand down to rub her clit in time with her gasps. “You’d be a good girl and choose a beautiful strap for me to fuck you with, wouldn’t you?”
Kim Dokja nodded, eyes hazy. “Mhm.”
“Fuck,” Yoo Jeonghyeon exhaled as her orgasm hit her, and she let out a gush of slick all over Kim Dokja’s thigh. “Just thinking of that…”
But Kim Dokja couldn’t even hear her anymore, too consumed by the tongue unravelling her from the inside and the way Yoo Joonghyuk’s moans sent vibrations through her entire body. Every tingle radiated from her clit up her spine, and Kim Dokja couldn’t help but respond by grinding down into Yoo Joonghyuk’s face even more. Every time she did that, Yoo Joonghyuk only got more eager. Her fingers pressed a bruising grip into Kim Dokja’s hips, and her legs pressed together as though she was on the verge of tipping over the edge just from touching Kim Dokja and nothing else.
“Please, Joonghyuk-ah,” Kim Dokja begged as Yoo Joonghyuk switched to sucking on her clit. “Please, please, please—!”
Yoo Joonghyuk shuddered and stilled as a low and throaty moan tore itself from her chest, and that was all it took for Kim Dokja to tumble too, letting out another gush of slick from between her thighs. Kim Dokja stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily and trying to blink the spots away from her vision, but she could feel that her legs were so far gone that the only things keeping her upright were Yoo Joonghyuk’s hands on her hips and Yoo Jeonghyeon still supporting her upper body.
As soon as she was confident that she could move without accidentally kneeing Yoo Joonghyuk in the head, Kim Dokja barely managed to raise herself enough to move her leg before collapsing in a heap on the bed. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t move and, for a second, Kim Dokja was genuinely worried that she had somehow managed to suffocate the woman with her pussy. Then, Yoo Joonghyuk let out a breathy laugh, covering her eyes with the back of her hand.
She turned her head, letting Kim Dokja see her hazy eyes that looked far softer than Kim Dokja had ever seen before. She looked happy, and she was looking at Kim Dokja like this was a dream come true.
Well, maybe it was—except for the fact that this was her cousin’s place.
“Told you I could satisfy her,” Yoo Joonghyuk said confidently, smirking at Yoo Jeonghyeon.
The other woman just rolled her eyes. “And? You think I couldn’t if you weren’t so greedy?”
Ugh. Kim Dokja really didn’t want them fighting again, but she didn’t have the energy to interfere again. She was not risking them somehow having the energy to do even more right now—two orgasms had left Kim Dokja lightheaded and tired, and there was no way she wanted to try for three. Fuck, she’d probably just pass out on them, which wouldn’t be good.
“Just drop it,” Kim Dokja muttered, even though her voice was muffled by the sheets. “You’re both good.”
Why the hell had she ever thought it was a good idea to challenge them in the first place? Kim Dokja had known Yoo Joonghyuk for years and had known how determined the other woman was to succeed in anything she wanted to do, so why wouldn’t her cousin be the same? Seriously, just what kind of unfair genetic lottery did they win? Kim Dokja’s vision grew hazy as her eyelids fluttered shut, feeling too heavy to keep them open.
Fuck, she was exhausted.
“But who’s better, … hm?” Yoo Jeonghyeon asked, brushing Kim Dokja’s bangs back from her forehead. “Though… you haven’t se… all I have to offer, so… nother… day.”
Kim Dokja could hear Yoo Joonghyuk saying something in return, but their voices were slipping in and out of focus as Kim Dokja slowly lost the battle with her own energy levels. As she was about to drift off, something cold and wet made contact with her overheated skin, and Kim Dokja was so tired that she was unable to do anything other than let out a dissatisfied whine as what was likely a damp towel wiped her down.
Shivering, Kim Dokja curled in on herself to try and preserve any warmth, but she didn’t have to worry because arms wound around her body from the back, and she could smell the familiar scent of Yoo Joonghyuk’s shampoo as soft, languid kisses were pressed against the nape of her neck. Yoo Joonghyuk was spooning her—something she never would have thought possible outside of her dreams before today—and she was so warm that Kim Dokja couldn’t help but relax. With a sigh, she allowed her mind to drift as a warm blanket was draped over both of their bodies, and lips pressed to her forehead.
Yoo Jeonghyeon settled in under the blanket next to her, and Kim Dokja only relaxed further. As her consciousness slipped away into slumber, she knew that she would likely have to choose one of them in the morning, but deep down the truth was that although Yoo Jeonghyeon was nice, there had only ever been one choice for Kim Dokja once she had learned that the path wasn’t blocked. In the end, a single date and spontaneous decision to have what was essentially a one-night stand couldn’t override a crush of several years that she now knew was requited.
However… the sex had been amazing on all accounts, so maybe Kim Dokja should rile them up again and take advantage of that rivalry just a little bit more—but only if it wouldn’t genuinely hurt Yoo Joonghyuk. After all, Yoo Joonghyuk’s determined face was hot as hell, and Yoo Jeonghyeon had promised something more next time, so what was the harm in double-checking, just in case?
‘Yeah, that’s a good idea,’ Kim Dokja thought as she finally fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her face. ‘Once more, just to be sure.’
