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Her crotch is on fire and she needs to get out of her panties before her poor dick falls off. That's the first thought Hyunjin has the second she gets off stage after her ten minute performance at her regular bar, Dickstrict 9. The 9 flickers to look like a 6 and gets a lot of laughs from passersby. It was one of the reasons why Hyunjin had knocked on their door, asking if the owners–Chan and Felicia–wanted to start a drag show night.
She performed a burlesque number tonight, one she put together in two hours–stealing her act from some Ru-girl because nobody here really cares for original acts, especially not the artistic kind Hyunjin dreams of–because Felicia had gotten her this gig in a hurry. Some other queen dropped out, and Felicia adores Hyunjin's presence at the bar. Hyunjin has made sure to leave an impression, flirting with the girl who looks like a cat and her puppy girlfriend, Chan, alike. Such patronage is important for someone like Hyunjin.
She's so incredibly tired after today. Her morning was spent tied up for the art students she's paid to pose for. Maybe one day she might collect enough money to afford to take art classes of her own; she's always been interested in incorporating her barebone artistic knowledge into her drag, knows that she has the eye for it, but it's all useless without money. She'd tucked to avoid any awkward incidents and spent six hours laying in one position bored out of her mind, her only solace being the thought of leftover pizza in her fridge.
It's probably a little sad but she'd thought she'd earn way less for today's performance considering nothing about it screamed Hyunjin, but it did well. She surprisingly earned enough tips to last her a week, Felicia and Chan gracious enough to not charge her money (that she got in tips) disguised as “performance fees,” unlike the other bars she's used to. It should be a cause for celebration, but all it does is drive into the fact that nobody really likes Hyunjin's original acts.
She just can't wait to get home. Dickstrict 9 isn't built for drag performers. There are no changing rooms for drag queens to freshen up before going home. She does manage to free her dick from its confines in the employee bathroom, sighing in relief and breathing a little easier after the ten hours of discomfort, feeling a little sorry for herself. All she wants is to shower and go to sleep. Chan and Felicia offered up their home that's a story above the bar, but Hyunjin could not in good faith take it up. It would be a weird invasion of privacy. Like snooping into their home life, knowing how their rooms look… Hyunjin shudders to think about somebody knowing her that intimately.
“You should at least let me drop you, Hyun,” comes Chan's worried voice from behind her, as Hyunjin ties the laces of her sneakers that she switched to immediately after she got off stage. Hyunjin would like it if Chan were less familiar, but when she'd first come to this bar, she was an inexperienced drag queen. She gave them her real name, clearly a mistake considering how often the girls used their familiarity against Hyunjin (albeit for good reasons only).
Sighing loudly, Hyunjin throws her heels into her bag of things and turns around. Chan is always worried about her, even though Hyunjin doesn't need it. She's seen Hyunjin fight men much bigger than herself and yet the slight curl of her eyebrows, the silent ticking of her jaw, the fidgeting of her hands–often stopped by Felicia–continues. It's as sweet as it is unnerving.
Rolling her eyes, Hyunjin replies, “Unnie, I'm grown, I can go home alone. I always do.”
Chan moves towards the edge of the wooden bar, eyeing the nasty bruise Hyunjin got on her arm this morning from falling off her bed. That was on her because she accidentally missed her first alarm and the second one rang too late which caused her to fall off her bed in a frantic haze, nothing but I'm gonna get fired filling her head in panic, but Hyunjin isn't winning acting awards to convince Chan of the truth so she chooses to ignore her concerned look.
She covers the bruise up with the bag she's holding and squeezes Chan's wrists in reassurance. “Unnie, I get that you worry. But I'm a big girl. I'll text you when I reach home.”
She starts to leave but Chan clasps her shoulders and exclaims, “Wait!” Mumbles something incoherent under her breath, switching to dial on her phone and says, “Let me at least call you a cab.” It's routine at this point, Hyunjin says no and Chan offers another part of her soul on a platter for her to enjoy. It always ends up in them arguing, Hyunjin doesn't think Felicia likes the way Chan, and Hyunjin fight. She always avoids them when they're like this.
Politely trying to decline the offer, “Unnie, there's really no nee–”
“You never let me take care of you!”
“Okay, okay,” Hyunjin concedes and huffs quietly, sulkingly sitting on the stray stool by the bar. This is new. Hyunjin always manages to fight her, gets her off her back but today, the bone-deep exhaustion got to her. There's also no use fighting a hysterical Chan, not even her girlfriend does. Felicia waves from the opposite side when Hyunjin spots her, eyes meeting awkwardly, but she stays put, much too busy with customers to intervene.
Distantly, Hyunjin hears Chan speaking to someone on the phone. Something about safety and cars and community and by the time she's done, Hyunjin has fallen asleep. At 1AM on a Friday night, in a bar full of people talking loudly over one another, a group of gay men pouring tequila inside each other's underwear and two butches having a beer-off right behind her.
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Hyunjin wakes up, startled by a loud horn. She gasps out loud, a little hysterically, and then flails when she feels strong arms around her, quite literally stuffing her in a car. She tries to scream, “ Fire, fire!” but it comes out muffled because the person above her puts their hand over her mouth.
She squirms as much as she can while the person curses and Hyunjin hears them say something about Chan, and then she realizes, Oh! This must be the cab driver friend Chan called for her.
She forcefully manages to take their hand off–despite feeling perfectly small in their arms–puffing out breaths of exertion, and they speak up, voice gruff but oddly cheery, “You okay, princess? Gonna scream some more or are you done throwing a tantrum?”
Sexy, sexy voice. That's what registers first and then the words make her huff.
She pouts and sulkily mumbles, “Not a tantrum.”
The person laughs this deep belly laugh that has Hyunjin's insides clenching and her inner voice groaning because fuck Hyunjin for finding someone this hot at ass'o clock in the morning when she looks her ugliest, her dick is probably fucking mangled from the hours of tucking and her thighs chafed from the tight dress.
“Sure, princess. I believe you.” They condescendingly cock an eyebrow and smooth Hyunjin's hair down.
Hyunjin bristles and bites out, “Maybe if you didn't pick me up and threw me in your car like some fucking Neanderthal, I wouldn't have screamed at all.”
The person whistles and backs off, their hands raised up in surrender, eyes lingering at her cleavage, and a coil inside Hyunjin loosens up. She feels hot all over, fidgeting in her place from a simple once-over. The act itself is so fucking sensual, but the way this person looks when a car passes by and their face illuminates is otherworldly. Big, strong muscles that Hyunjin wants to sink her teeth in. Round face with broad shoulders that Hyunjin wants to sit on, she just knows they'd be good at it. They're clearly shorter than Hyunjin but what is Hyunjin if not a woman of multiple talents?
They raise a brow at her (holy fucking shit, Hyunjin swoons a little), gesturing her to fold her limbs inside the car and Hyunjin does, a little embarrassed at being caught staring so obviously at a stranger driving her home as a favor. The person shuts Hyunjin's door and Hyunjin spots two tiny pins on the lapel of their fitted waistcoat, a tiny lesbian pronoun flag–a little she / her inked in white–and another with a red plain background with the word “butch” written on top. There's a small sickle symbol on the side that Hyunjin doesn't recognize on the butch pin.
She clears her throat when the woman goes around to the driver's seat. Hyunjin relaxes, the cool air of the AC feeling like heaven to her slick with sweat body. Her dress sticks uncomfortably to her skin and Hyunjin can feel the pinpricks of overwhelm in her chest. She's a little embarrassed, sitting in the backseat of Chan's hot friend's car like a little kid in need of supervision.
“You okay, princess?”
Hyunjin hums, too humiliated by her tantrum to speak. She doesn't know why she feels so sensitive, she normally has a better grasp of her emotions but turns out, Chan's friend brings out the worst in her. The stupidly sensitive and vulnerable part of Hyunjin that she avoids even on the best of days. She's a little miffed about it.
Chan's friend chuckles and adjusts the front-view mirror so she can look Hyunjin in the eye.
“You're so cute, princess. Could eat you up but I promised Chan unnie to take you home in one piece so, you know, give me your address. Or at least put it on the GPS.”
Hyunjin gulps, part enraged by the insinuation and part pleased at the gentle compliment, like the woman doesn't expect Hyunjin to reciprocate. She's just telling her. Hyunjin lets the nickname wash over like a cool breeze on a midsummer night. Being a drag queen means she has a love-hate relationship with most nicknames but it's… nice–with the woman–to be wanted when she feels her worst with her wig haphazardly tied back in a messy bun, the laces probably showing and making it look worse, with her mascara smudged up and trailing down her face because of how much Hyunjin sweats and her foundation melted off her face to show her hormonal acne.
Hyunjin quietly enters the address and sits back down, trying not to inconvenience the woman driving her home. Hyunjin realizes she's probably taken time off her actual job to do this as a favor for Chan. Hyunjin needs to be more considerate. She called her a Neanderthal! This woman had not only carried Hyunjin's baggage but also Hyunjin herself to the cab.
Embarrassed, she just resorts to resting her head on the window, feeling content watching as the blurry buildings and the sort-of fake trees pass. Seoul has an incredible way of making her loneliness bubble up, the sound of late-night traffic and the glamor of Itaewon not enough to satiate her. Her head is so full of thoughts that the music Chaebin plays barely registers, she only comes back when she hears the woman softly calling Hyunjin.
Her expression is sheepish in the mirror that Hyunjin is peeking into, she glances up and her entire face lights up brightly when she sees Hyunjin looking back at her. Hyunjin looks away immediately. She clears her throat and apologizes, “I'm sorry if I was pushy with my flirting. I'm usually not like this but… you're just so pretty. I'm–uh Chaebin.” She licks her lips and smiles at Hyunjin through the mirror, small but genuine. It takes up her face beautifully, dimples punching her cheeks, and Hyunjin is mesmerized by the shape of her smile.
Breathless, she answers, voice a little shaky, “You can call me Hyunjin… unnie? I'm presuming,” Hyunjin tilts her head in question, not unlike a puppy. Chaebin clears her throat again and her fingers flex on the steering wheel. A vein that runs through the length of her arms protrudes a little from the action. Jesus .
She nods at Hyunjin to continue. “Okay, unnie.” Teasingly, she adds, wiggling her eyebrows in a way she knows makes her look very silly. “You don't have to apologize for being attracted to me.”
“Ah, Hyunjin-ssi, so you like people fawning over you?” Chaebin maintains eye contact through the front mirror and Hyunjin's body thrums in excitement. Hyunjin isn't even scared if they're going to crash because of just how much confidence the woman exudes.
Hyunjin leans back in her seat and crosses her legs, making sure the slit in her dress opens up and preens when Chaebin adjusts the mirror just the tiniest bit. “No, but I do like the idea of you fawning over me.” She admits seriously because she doesn't want… Hyunjin doesn't know what she wants or doesn't. She just knows she wants Chaebin in whatever way the older will let her.
Chaebin laughs. “Hyunjin-ssi, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. It would be an honor to fawn over you. I'm like, sweating a bit, my throat is parched. You know what? A sip from the bottle you drank from would be like a dream come true.”
That punches a loud giggle out of Hyunjin, her body rocking forward and falling into the glove compartment, her knees pushing at Chaebin's seat from the force of her laughter. She's so surprised by how forward Chaebin is, the people who she usually fucks aren't like this, don't flatter her like this. They don't have to, everything Hyunjin does is perfunctory. It's a little wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am that Hyunjin deludes herself into thinking it's more. That they'll at least stay the night. To be fair, one did stay, but Jisu is now her best friend so Hyunjin doesn't think it counts.
She simpers and leans forward to rest her head on her hands, elbows digging into her exposed thighs, reveling in Chaebin's obviously delighted expression, and asks, “Is that so, Chaebin-ssi? You're really great at flirting, I wonder how many girls you pull like this.”
She doesn't know why she asked that. But something in her tells her Chaebin is special but something in her thought so about Felicia too and Hyunjin's heart broke when she discovered that Felicia already had a girlfriend.
Chaebin clearly takes pride in her skills because she puffs up her chest, a tiny flush resting on the tip of her ears. The car lurches to a stop, Hyunjin blinks and sees that they're at a red light. She decides to bring it up.
Eyeing the bulge of Chaebin's arms, she trails a finger down her biceps, poking at the flesh there and says, “So.. unnie. You work out a lot?”
Chaebin barks out a laugh that results in a small cough, her muscles twitching under Hyunjin's finger. Her hand comes behind to squeeze Hyunjin's bare knees, her elbow brushes Hyunjin's chest and Hyunjin has to hold her gasp in. “Yeah, it's a hobby. I like lifting pretty girls like you up.”
Hyunjin purrs at her dramatically. “Ooooh unnie, is all that just for me?”
“Mhm,” The stoplight turns yellow and Chaebin clicks on the emergency indicator, alarming Hyunjin. Her hold on Chaebin's arms tightens and Chaebin licks her lips and suddenly looks embarrassed. “Uh, I know we're… uh flirting and all but uh–you need to stop touching me if you want me to drive you home.” Sheepishly adds, “I can't really multitask.”
“Ah, sorry sorry,” Hyunjin bumbles out and scrambles back into her seat, apologizing profusely, now equally as embarrassed as Chaebin who seems to be looking at everything but Hyunjin. Hyunjin hadn't realized how close they got–Hyunjin somehow on her haunches with her full upper body leaning into Chaebin, shoulders digging into her arms, hand wrapped around the circumference of Chaebin's biceps. The fact that her fingertips couldn't touch made her breathless. Hyunjin has pretty long fingers, ask any of her exes–until she pulled herself back from Chaebin, out of the little space between the front and back seats. The car pitches forward and Hyunjin is struck by the meaningfulness of this drive. By the end of it, she's either losing someone who has the potential to become the love of her life or she's getting railed to outer space, ravished in a car, way too uncouth and undignified for someone like Hyunjin. She'd rather get fucked in club bathrooms really. Ride of her life, regardless of the outcome.
They're quiet for the rest of the way, the only sounds being the soft jazz that now plays on the radio and the whirring of the car's engine. Hyunjin's anxious but she kind of doesn't want this moment to end. She kind of wants to jump to the front seat, kind of wants to hold Chaebin's hands. She wonders if they'd be soft like hers or if they'd be calloused, Chaebin seems like a hard working woman. Hyunjin is too but her job consists of selling an impossible fantasy to her patrons and you cannot do that with crusty nails and rough palms.
It's hard to not watch Chaebin's every move, not when she's so effortlessly sexy with it. But, Hyunjin has learned patience, so she watches Chaebin from the corner of her eyes. Mouth downturned and eyebrows furrowed, she looks like she's the epitome of focus. Nothing could ever deter her from her path, every flutter of her lashes casts a shadow on her face and Hyunjin nearly bites her hands off when she worries her lips, biting into the plush of it for reasons unknown. Hyunjin would like to preface this by saying that she's a respectful god-fearing woman who's done no wrong but every pothole they encounter causes Chaebin's chest and tummy to jiggle. It's mouthwatering, it's distracting and Hyunjin feels like she's being oppressed for not immediately having Chaebin pliable and soft under her grubby hands.
But the promise of what's to come has Hyunjin shivering as Chaebin stops at the parking space next to Hyunjin's apartment. Hyunjin wants to guide her a little, like a dad–just to annoy her, just to see how she reacts–but she resists the urge. Chaebin might hardly find it funny and Hyunjin doesn't want to risk Chaebin suddenly disliking her. The anxiety comes back in full force, her stomach churning as Chaebin turns the ignition off.
Hyunjin doesn't look up, just waits for Chaebin to undo the automated lock and gets out, grimacing at the sticky July air that instantly hits her in the face. If Hyunjin had worn her glasses, they'd fog up immediately. Hyunjin doesn't turn but she knows Chaebin is rushing to her side. She stands still till the older is next to her and then, Hyunjin pounces, forgetting where they are and what they're here for. Her wig, heels and make-up can go to hell for all she cares about.
She backs Chaebin into her own car, mouth immediately on hers and moans when Chaebin instantly kisses back, drawing her closer by the waist. She can taste her breath like this–a little stale from a long day of work and a little minty, probably from the thin mints that are melting on her tongue. It's a little crazy, she has to bend down to kiss her and Hyunjin feels consumed with it. It's her who has Chaebin caged, it's her with her tongue shoved so deep into Chaebin's mouth that she can feel the spongy back of her throat and yet, it's Hyunjin who feels like an alteration has occurred in the atoms that embody her being.
Hyunjin latches onto her jaw, sucking a mark there and then to her ears, softly biting her earlobes, enjoying the way Chaebin squirms in her hold. She slips her hands down to Chaebin's arms and squeezes tight, the material of Chaebin's shirt making a small ripping sound as it stretches that has Hyunjin moaning.
“God, unnie you're so fucking sexy. Fuck, fuckkkk where has Chan unnie been hiding you?” She's still kissing Chaebin, but the intensity reduces, she places butterfly kisses on her upper lip and then the lower lip and then bites hard like she's been wanting to since the first time Chaebin smiled at her.
Chaebin weakly gasps into her mouth, interrupting Hyunjin's groping, and says, breathless, “You need to give me permission to enter your home.” They've somehow managed to move towards Hyunjin's apartment. She's thankful she lives on the ground floor, it would be awful having to separate from Chaebin if she lived on the upper floors. Chaebin is pressed into the wall next to her door, malleable flesh heaving from the exertion of having Hyunjin try and devour her wholly.
Hyunjin looks up at her and indulgently asks, caressing the sides of her neck, focusing on the way Chaebin's throat bobs in nervousness. She slips her hands around Chaebin's neck and places a kiss on the top of her head, their height difference making her feel insane. She pulls Chaebin closer to feel more of her against her own body, “Why, unnie? Are you a vampire now?”
“Yes,” comes the answer and Hyunjin giggles.
“You're so silly, unnie.” Hyunjin tugs Chaebin back into a kiss, pushing her tongue inside to meet Chaebin's soft ones, so submissive, so wet, mumbling into the kiss, “Get my keys from the back pocket.” Her voice comes out a little slurred and she waits for Chaebin to assist her, but Chaebin doesn't move an inch.
Hyunjin tilts Chaebin's head with her hands, kissing down the sweaty, salty column of her neck and hums, prompting Chaebin but still nothing. Hyunjin gets worried and pulls away, trying to ignore the sweet whine of protest from Chaebin. The older tries to get Hyunjin back by pulling at the her dress but Hyunjin is taller which gives her enough of an advantage to wiggle out of her hold.
“Unnie, is there something wrong?”
“Huh?”
She repeats. “Is there something wrong? Do you not want to come in?” Hysteria rises in her chest, she hadn't stopped to check-in with Chaebin even once, just like the nasty people who fucked Hyunjin, relying on cues she doesn't properly have a grasp on. And maybe, Chaebin hates her now and wants to leave immediately. But she tamps it all down for Chaebin's sake. The older woman doesn't deserve to deal with a drag queen with a severe anxiety problem.
Chaebin blinks–once, twice–and then breathes out, “Can you repeat yourself, princess?” Hyunjin's heart flutters involuntarily. Maybe all isn't lost. She reaches out to hold Chaebin's hand, body still tensed up like Chaebin is at flight risk.
“I asked if something was wrong. I asked you to get my keys from my side pockets but you didn't, so I was wondering if there's an issue. You can do whatever you want unnie, you don't have to stay.”
“Oh.” Color fills her cheeks and down her neck.
“Oh?”
Chaebin runs a hand through her hair and Hyunjin almost gasps in offence at the undercut that comes into view. How was Hyunjin holding her so close and yet didn't notice such an important aspect of her body?
Abashed, she admits. “Um–I told you. I'm not good at multitasking.”
Hyunjin instantly relaxes and can't help but cackle, falling over Chaebin and resting her head on her broad shoulders, body wrecked with giggles. Chaebin whines and pushes her but the hold on her waist is undeterred so Hyunjin thinks she's just overreacting for the sake of it.
“Ah, unnie,” she gasps between giggles, “Ah, you're so fucking cute.”
Chaebin hauls her back up and reaches up to crash their mouths together again, messily swallowing Hyunjin's giggles. She smooths her hands down her sides restlessly and separates them with a desperate look in her eye.
Helplessly pleads, “Hyun–Hyunjinie, keys please. Please , fuck.”
Something in her rattles and Hyunjin scrambles to unlock her door, “Fuck, fuck okay unnie.”
They manage to get in and as soon as Chaebin toes off her shoes, Hyunjin is on her again. They don't even bother with inside slippers. Seungmin always whines about Hyunjin making the girls wear slippers indoors, too used to her carpeted home with her girlfriend Minho. Asks for an exception for being her designated singer, but Hyunjin doesn't really do exceptions.
Except now, she guesses, as she and Chaebin clumsily maneuver their way through her small entryway. When they reach her couch, Hyunjin pushes Chaebin down and gets on top of her, breathing heavily through her nose. She can feel Chaebin's erection through her flimsy dress. She's probably so wet too, leaking so heavily that it would stain the couch. The way Chaebin looks at her, with so much reverence and adoration, makes Hyunjin feel desired. Powerful even. It goes to her head a little as she brushes a hand over Chaebin's clothed nipple–not even her thick binder hiding her arousal, the hardened tips of her nipple–just to hear the older gasp her name out in the breathy, pitched way. She sounds so beautiful, writhing under Hyunjin, not even touching her because Hyunjin hasn't asked her to.
Hyunjin has never been with someone this respectful, even Jisu touched her before asking if it was okay. Hyunjin never minded but this–this is a thing of beauty. It's something Hyunjin wants to hold safely in the palms of her hands, never letting it flicker for eternity.
Hyunjin's hands travel down Chaebin's chest to her stomach, so squishy, the soft give of it makes Hyunjin dizzy. Hesitantly, she trails further down, keeping an eye on Chaebin's face. Her eyes are squeezed shut and she's panting, little noises escaping her. She's completely docile, happily taking what Hyunjin gives her and Hyunjin–rotten to her core, she needs to see her react viciously to something, anything so she squeezes Chaebin tight in her slacks.
Her eyes open in alarm and mouth falls open in a loud, honestly obscene sound–something between a moan, groan and a whine–and she squirms out of Hyunjin's grab, holding Hyunjin's wrists so tight that Hyunjin feels the circulation stop, her hand getting numb. But all that rushes through Hyunjin is a sense of victory. She did this to Chaebin, she was the one who made her react like this.
“Hyunjin-ah,” Her voice is ruined, so hoarse that it couldn't be mistaken as anything other than her sex voice. She looks a little crazed, drool sticking to the sides of her lips like she just arose from a sleep. Hyunjin hums, content with sitting on top of her, groping her chest and tummy and arms.
“Hyunjin-ah, baby, princess, please let me eat you out, let unnie fuck you” She sounds so fucking desperate, pathetically begging Hyunjin and how can Hyunjin refuse when she begs so prettily. Such a powerful, handsome woman, all at Hyunjin's disposal, whimpering and begging to touch her. How crazy is that?
Hyunjin slides off her lap towards the other end of the couch, folding her legs upwards because she's much too lanky to be in here with another person, but there's no way they're gonna make it to the room without breaking something–an ornament Hyunjin owns or a bone. And Hyunjin really doesn't want that, it would ruin their night.
She looks at Chaebin through the dark curtain of her lashes from between her spread legs and beckons her closer with a sultry flick of her index finger. She's much too cool about it, considering the thundering in her chest. She's never like this, prefers being demure, doesn't like displaying her body so lewdly but Chaebin has her so comfortable that she gets a little cocky.
Opens her legs further and says, “C'mon handsome, you said you wanted to eat me out.”
Shakily, Chaebin reaches out for her, pawing lightly at her chafed thighs, making Hyunjin hiss in pain-pleasure. One look at Hyunjin's distress and Chaebin starts mouthing apology kisses at the skin she can access. She tugs at Hyunjin's dollar store and a dream dress and Hyunjin takes it off in one go, having taken her corset and breastplate off at Chan and Felix's. Hyunjin hears Chaebin inhale sharply, an awed look dawning on her face as she looks at Hyunjin.
Adoringly she asks, “Can I touch you, Hyunjin-ah?” She cradles Hyunjin's face in her palms and caresses the light mole under her eye that she got lightened in fear of her clients complaining about it. Voice bordering overwhelmed, she voices out, “You're so beautiful, Hyunjin-ie, my baby, my darling, sweetheart, jagi fuck ,” her hands roaming all over Hyunjin's body like she's helpless to her body's wants, like she needs to touch Hyunjin.
Chaebin gets on her knees, trying to adjust herself between Hyunjin's thighs in the confines of the couch and Hyunjin momentarily blacks out. The sight of this woman on her knees, thighs stretched out, cock straining in her slacks and chest heaving as she attempts to make it good for Hyunjin, placing a cushion underneath Hyunjin's hips makes Hyunjin itch out of her skin. The need to strip off her epidermis keeps rising and then–
Chaebin places a kiss in the middle of her chest, where her cross rests, with a reverence akin to worship, whispering something into her sternum like a prayer, opting to wedge her thick thigh between Hyunjin's legs. She kisses her way down to her stomach, bites down just under her ribs, making Hyunjin choke out half a moan, head thrown back at the stimulation. She grinds her thigh into Hyunjin once and Hyunjin clutches the cover of her couch and sucks in a sharp breath when Chaebin's fingers lightly trail down her cock that's straining in her pink silk panties.
Embarrassment and panic floods her and she catches Chaebin's hand, holding on tight when Chaebin tries to move. Hyunjin should have thought this would happen, Chaebin would want to see her and Hyunjin–Hyunjin would ruin it for her. She's probably chafed and bruised, a little bloodied from the performance. It'll be uncomfortable for Chaebin and it'll burn Hyunjin forever to see her discomfort written so openly on her face.
Chaebin shushes her hiccups, Hyunjin is a little delirious from the rising emotions but all she knows is that she has to keep Chaebin from touching her under her panties. She doesn't release her grip on Chaebin's arm even when the older woman brings their hands to her lips, kissing Hyunjin's knuckles one by one. She doesn't understand if Chaebin wants to really kiss her or if this is a ploy to get back to what they were doing before.
Hyunjin wheezes a breath out and snatches her hand back, releasing Chaebin's and divulges, a little ashamed, “Unnie, I can't do this.”
Chaebin reaches out to brush Hyunjin's sticky hair back, the smaller wig that was holding on to her scalp long gone. “What can't you do, jagi? Tell unnie.”
“Uh, this,” Hyunjin gestures around her crotch, relaxing a little when she realizes Chaebin isn't going to force her. The burning in her chest lessens when she thinks about Chaebin's reaction. She never wilts, doesn't recoil like Hyunjin expected her to and her expression doesn't shift to disappointment, she’s just as eager to please Hyunjin this way as she was when they started this. Hyunjin is still a little paranoid but that might be her residual feelings rather than her suspicions on Chaebin.
“That's okay, Hyunjin-ah. Do you want to do something else? Do you want to stop? Unnie won't do anything you don't want.” Chaebin's voice is so gentle that it lulls Hyunjin into a calm she's rarely experienced during sex. Usually it's Hyunjin in charge, making her partners feel good and then kicking them out. Nobody bothers to touch her and she likes it like that. It's better than someone touching her the wrong way.
But with Chaebin, Hyunjin wants to try. Wants to feel good so she tries, “Uh–Do you want to, um–does unnie want to like you know–ugh!” She frustratedly flips them–it’s insane that she's successful doing it without falling off or kicking Chaebin down, considering the lack of space–and rolls her hips on top of Chaebin, sighing in relief when their cocks brush together. “Nng , unnie like this, do you wa–huh, wan' to?”
Chaebin brings her hands to her waist, firmly holding on and moving her, making Hyunjin moan. “Anything you want.”
It's a mess after that, Hyunjin on top of Chaebin with the older guiding her, hips occasionally thrusting up and causing Hyunjin to scratch her thighs like a feral cat. Her acrylics probably hurt like a bitch, digging through her slacks and leaving marks on her skin. Chaebin is still fully dressed save for her waistcoat lying somewhere around them, where Hyunjin's dress is. The visual makes Hyunjin light-headed, Hyunjin completely naked with only her pink frilly panties on and Chaebin completely clothed with only her coat off. Hyunjin has no idea what noises she's making, only keenly listens to Chaebin's pants and grunts.
Chaebin's hands slide down to grope and squeeze her ass and Hyunjin bows down in tandem, biting her neck, making sure she leaves marks. “ Ack, hnngg , unnie unnie, am I still pretty? Still the prettiest girl you've ever seen?”
Boy hair out, make-up melted off her face, acne prone skin out and flat chest heaving, Chaebin still says, “Yeah, still– fuck, still the pre–prettiest girl I've ever seen. Make the prettiest noises, the prettiest b–baby.”
With a hand in Hyunjin's hair, Chaebin pulls her up to kiss her again, letting Hyunjin lead but Hyunjin relinquishes control. Wants to feel Chaebin kiss her and love her, wants to feel how much Chaebin wants her. She feels Chaebin smile into the kiss and she brings a hand to cradle Hyunjin's jaw, skillfully licking the inside of Hyunjin's cheeks with her soft, wet tongue and the backs of her teeth, the roof of her mouth. Hyunjin is just a little jealous of all the other people Chaebin has touched like this.
Warmth unfurls everywhere her tongue goes and she pets Hyunjin's mouth all over, coaxing her tongue into surrender, like she'd been waiting for this moment, and then slides her lips over Hyunjin's bottom ones, biting lightly. One bite turns two and two turns into Chaebin nonstop nibbling at her lip, hips still moving against Hyunjin's and hands running gently over her sides.
Hyunjin giggles and pushes her chest back down, rising up and wiping all the spit off her lips. Asks, “Unnie likes my lips that much?”
“Yeah,” she breathes out, hands flicking Hyunjin's nipples making her hiss out. “Your lips are really pretty, especially when you talk. You made it so hard to drive. If I had a favorite dessert, it would be your lips, it's that serious to me.”
Teasingly, Hyunjin goads her, “Mm, the next time we do this, you should let me suck you off then. Get your cum all over them.”
Her hands rest on Chaebin's chest and she catches the increase in pace of her heartbeat when Chaebin moans, “Hyunjin-ie, you wanna kill unnie? Fuck.”
It's so new, Chaebin's attraction. She doesn't wield it like a weapon, attempting to harm Hyunjin with it, instead, it caresses Hyunjin all over. Hyunjin simpers, bends down and tilts her head to catch her lips into a kiss, murmuring a “Faster unnie, make me cum.”
Chaebin huffs a breath and grabs her hips, fingers digging into her skin, and roughly pulls her up the length of her bulge and down, setting a faster pace, bucking and circling her hips tighter into Hyunjin's body. Hyunjin bites down into whatever flesh is available to her, whining at the stimulation, her head spinning from the suddenness.
She's so sensitive, “Unnie, unnie, more, fastr’ please, please,” her body fails her and she crashes fully on top of Chaebin, no longer able to prop herself up but the older woman doesn't falter. Just adjusts her grip and guides them back again, grinding up to Hyunjin's slumped with precision. Little ah-ah-ahs escape Hyunjin uselessly, she doesn't have it in her to be calculative in her pleasure. It's too much, too good. They're both uselessly panting into each other's mouth, the rhythm becoming unsteady and desperate and Chaebin calls out, rutting once, twice, “ Hyun–Hyunjin-ah, unnie ca–can't, fuck, baby, ja–jagi, my darli–ing girl, c'mon–”
And Hyunjin humiliatingly cums. Shamefully, it isn't the sensual rocking of their body that gets her or the grip Chaebin has on her, bullying her body to her whims or the way Chaebin cants her hips directly alongside the sensitive parts of Hyunjin's cock, making sharp sparks light down her back incessantly. It's the pet names Chaebin uses in that deep, used, grouchy voice of hers that pitches towards the end that do the trick. She arches into Chaebin like she wants to imprint herself into the older, back bowed over painfully and convulses, wave after wave of good, good, fuck yes, moaning and whining, “Unnie, Chae–Chaebin unnie,” and Chaebin follows, moaning high in her throat like some fucking anime girl. She's still jerking through her orgasm when Hyunjin completely collapses over her, boneless from the pleasure.
💃🏽
It's a little awkward when Chaebin cleans Hyunjin up–the best she can considering Hyunjin refused to move–gently moving around the flimsy panties covering her up. She suggests Hyunjin take it off, bringing her comfortable sleeping shorts at her instruction.
Hyunjin's loosest shirt is fit on her, stretched over her still-bound chest. She refuses to take her pants off and Hyunjin abruptly sits up in alarm when she notices Chaebin adjusting a little satchel around herself. Like she's about to leave. Panic seizes her and she blurts,
“Where are you going?”
Chaebin eyes her, still fixing the buckle of that awful bag instead of giving Hyunjin full attention. “Home?”
Oh.
“You're.. leaving?” Her voice sounds embarrassingly small even to herself, Hyunjin can't believe she's fallen this far. Hurt because a hook-up doesn't want to stay. Usually she just gets bitchy and kicks them out but Chaebin is different. It's fucked up how different she is.
“Don't you want me to?” Chaebin answers so matter-of-factly that Hyunjin is left gaping. Where did she indicate, even for a second, that she wanted Chaebin to leave? She racks up their entire encounter only to come up with nothing. Is Chaebin trying to make an excuse to leave? Tough luck because Hyunjin is not letting her.
Chaebin flounders at Hyunjin's lack of response, clearly expecting Hyunjin to scoff and kick her out. Hyunjin wonders what kind of hook-ups the older woman is used to that she'd been ready to leave at 3 AM in the night. Travelling alone in Seoul as a woman is a fucking nightmare.
Hyunjin groans and forces herself out of her comfortable bed, reluctantly trudging towards Chaebin and pulling her towards herself by the loop of her pants that she miraculously finds in one go. The amount of finesse she accidentally possesses in the moment impresses her. She walks the both of them back, looking Chaebin straight in the eyes and letting the attraction sizzle around them, until she hits the bed. She sits down and tilts her head up and questions, worrying her lips in anxiousness.
“Does unnie want to leave?”
Chaebin shakes her head in a no, hands shakily coming down to rest over Hyunjin's shoulders. Softly she asks, “Do you want me to stay?”
Hyunjin gives her an affronted look, forcing Chaebin's hand on her shoulder to cradle her cheeks and nuzzling into it defiantly. This really is taking attention away from her onto things Hyunjin doesn't want to think about. Like what happens next? Who cares!
“Unnie, if I wanted you to leave, I'd have told you so. Also, I'm not a monster! Who lets people leave at 3 AM? Honestly unnie, what kind of people are you fucking?”
Voice so reverent that it makes Hyunjin shy away from the grip she has on Chaebin, she responds, “Not you , apparently.”
“Right,” Hyunjin mutters, moving backwards to accommodate Chaebin in her bed and pets the now-empty space. Chaebin looks at her mischievously and says, “I'll need some shorts to get in, sweetheart or do you want unnie to chafe herself to death?”
All changed, looking her cutest in Hyunjin's too long shorts, Chaebin crawls into the bed and stiffly lays down next to her. Hyunjin rolls her eyes and reels Chaebin in towards herself, spooning her and giggling when she melts. It's dangerous, the way Hyunjin freezes up when she notices that Chaebin has taken her binder off. There's something new and precious fluttering in her chest, a strange need to protect whatever this is. Hyunjin wants to thank Chaebin for it, get on her knees and cry for her, let her see Hyunjin at her worst. So she knows, so they're even.
“Unnie should get breakfast with me tomorrow,” Hyunjin whispers, ready to pretend like she didn't say anything in case Chaebin doesn't hear her the first time. She brushes Chaebin's hair back, doesn't tug on the long parts like she so badly wants to and runs her hands through it just to feel the prickliness of the back of her head. It feels so right when Chaebin nuzzles into her neck, placing a soft kiss on her collarbone and cutely mumbling an okay, jagi let's.
She snuffles and digs her nose deeper into Hyunjin's shoulders, her warm puffy breaths tickling Hyunjin. It leaves Hyunjin a little in awe; something so simple as Chaebin falling asleep the second she hit the pillow surrounded by everything Hyunjin. Hyunjin has never had this comfort. It's a little terrifying but Chaebin's rhythmic inhales and exhales soothe her and she falls asleep to the nth count of Chaebin's breaths, dreaming about a tomorrow where they go for breakfast and spend the entire day together, laughing and kissing to their heart's fill, and Chaebin never leaves.