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“Unnie?”
“Yes, baby?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
Yoonji’s head lifts up from between Namjoo’s legs. Her breath is still heavy, the bottom half of her face still glistening with Namjoo’s cum. She squints her eyes at the younger, licking her lips.
“I just did, angel,” Yoonji hums softly, her fingers teasing the girl’s hole. Namjoo shudders at the touch, a low whine being punched from her lungs. She can still feel the tingling sensation of her orgasm in her limbs, her heart still beating wildly in her chest.
It was a night where they could be loud as they wanted — Soojin having left for the night to spend time at her girlfriend’s house. Namjoo had immediately invited Yoonji over; ordering dinner for them both, watching a movie cuddled up on the couch. It didn’t take long for Namjoo to slip into a certain kind of headspace, the urge to have Yoonji’s tongue in her cunt, her praise and degradation in her ear. She’s lost count at how many times she’s came tonight already, her thighs still shaking from the latest release.
“I know and it was good, Unnie. So good, like always,” Namjoo breathes, giggling when Yoonji spanks her thigh playfully, “B-But I’ve been thinking….”
“Oh?” Yoonji asks, pushing herself up and off the bed. She stretches her arms over her head, a loud yawn escaping her pouty lips. Namjoo couldn’t help but stare, taking in the expanse of Yoonji’s plump thighs and small tits. She was cute and terrifying at the same time — something that Namjoo has grown to love and crave.
They’ve been seeing each other for two months now, never going more than a day or two without seeing each other. It did all sorts of bad (good) things to Namjoo’s heart. It terrified her how deeply she felt for the girl already, how much she wanted to be around her all the time. It would’ve made her self-conscious if it didn’t feel reciprocated. Yoonji always knew what she needed, sometimes even before she did. She was attentive, assertive, and always went out of her way to ensure Namjoo was satisfied and safe. It made Namjoo’s heart do funny things whenever she thought about it for too long. Never in her 27 years of life has Namjoo ever been cared for this thoroughly by someone she’s dating. Namjoo gets shy, butterflies fluttering in the put of her stomach at the prospect of calling Yoonji her girlfriend one day, that day coming sooner than later if she has anything to say about it.
Yoonji waddles to the en suite in all her naked glory, coming out with a damp washcloth. She crawls back into bed, taking the time to gently open Namjoo’s legs, carefully wiping away all the dried cum, slick and sweat on her skin.
“Yeah…I’ve been thinking about what it’d feel like if you fucked me with your strap-on.” Namjoo murmurs, her eyes getting heavy with every gentle touch from Yoonji. A smirk forms on the older girl’s lips, her fingers digging into the meat of Namjoo’s thigh. Namjoo groans, pussy clenching in reflex at the touch.
“My baby wants to get fucked with Unnie’s cock, mm?” Yoonji asks, her eyes dark with interest. Namjoo feels her pulse quicken again, anticipation in the air.
“Y-Yes, Unnie,” Namjoo sighs, biting her lower lip. She’s been thinking about it a lot recently. While Namjoo would be the absolute last person to complain about sex with Min Yoonji, the older girl sends her nearly into a coma every time, she couldn’t help but start to think about other ways to fuck, “I think it’d feel really good.”
“Of course it’d feel good, it’s me,” Yoonji smirks, her smile widening when Namjoo kicks her side softly. She rolls her eyes at the blatant cockiness, but she can’t help but sigh dreamily, hopelessly smitten with the elder. Yoonji laughs, her eyes bright with enjoyment as she throws the used washcloth toward the laundry bin and promptly falls on top of Namjoo. She puckers her lips cutely, wrapping her arms around Namjoon’s torso. Namjoo can’t help but blush, rolling her eyes again in faux annoyance as she leans up, pressing a sweet kiss to Yoonji’s lips. The elder giggles into the kiss, the tip of her tongue teasing against the seam of Namjoo’s lips. She gets a shiver up her spine, her hands settling on Yoonji’s sides.
“But can we try, Unnie?” Namjoo murmurs against her lips, suddenly shy with the close proximity, “Please?”
“Baby,” Yoonji purrs, her voice low and rough. It makes Namjoo bite her lower lip, her dwindling interest in a round 2 suddenly rekindling, “I’ll take you apart in any way you ask.” Namjoo can’t control the whine that escapes her throat, her hands sliding from Yoonji’s sides to her ass. She gives Yoonji’s cheeks a firm squeeze, pressing a lingering kiss to the elder’s lips.
“Don’t say things like that, I’m exhausted. My pussy needs a break,” Namjoo whines, laughing as Yoonji giggles into the next kiss she gives her, the action more clinking teeth and smiles than anything else.
“I’m sorry Joo-ah,” Yoonji laughs softly, her gaze tender as she lifts her hand to move Namjoo’s bangs from her eyes, “Want me to rub it for you?” Yoonji smirks, her other hand sliding down Namjoo’s side. Namjoo yelps, spanking Yoonji’s butt repeatedly, laughing as she throws Yoonji onto her side. The elder girl is a mess of giggles, her hands coming up to hide her face. Namjoo attempts to scowl at her but quickly breaks as she rolls over to press her face into Yoonji’s neck, her shoulders still shaking from the strength of her giggles.
“You’re the worst,” Namjoo laughs, spanking the side of Yoonji’s thigh. Yoonji laughs again, shifting until she can wrap her arms around Namjoon, one hand in her hair while the other rested on her hip. She threw one of her legs over Namjoo’s for good measure. Namjoo sighs in contentment, loving how comfortable she felt in Yoonji’s arms.
“You like it,” Yoonji laughs, pinching the side of Namjoo’s butt.
She really, really did.
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In the morning, Namjoo is the first to wake, sunlight from the curtains they forgot to close the night before streaming directly into her eyes. She groans softly, shifting as she tries to soak in the reality of being awake. Yoonji is still dead to the world beside her, her knees drawn up to her chest, hands pressed between her thighs as she curled in on herself to form the tiniest and cutest ball Namjoo had ever seen. She can’t help but smile, her heart squeezing at the pout of Yoonji’s lips in sleep, the youthful roundness of her cheeks.
Namjoo gets out of bed slowly, making sure Yoonji is still sound asleep. She walks into the bathroom, quickly brushing her teeth, attempting to smooth down the mess of brown hair on top of her head. She slips on a hoodie she finds on the floor by the bed, not bothering with pants as she walks out into the hallway. She turns on the coffee maker, reaching into the cabinet to pull down the blend she knows Yoonji really likes.
Just as she’s pouring two steaming cups of coffee, two arms wrap around her waist. She instantly blushes, even more so when she feels Yoonji press a kiss to the top of her spine.
“The smell of coffee summoned me,” Yoonji mumbles, her voice scratchy and light from disuse. Namjoo snorts softly, turning around in Yoonji’s embrace. Her heart melts at the squint of Yoonji’s eyes and the pout of her lips. She had thrown on her sweatshirt from the previous night, her hair haphazardly patted down and tucked behind her ears. She smiles at Namjoo once they’re face to face, the furrow of brow softening into something sweet.
“It was just the coffee that summoned you? Nothing else?” Namjoo says, her voice low as she wraps her arms around Yoonji’s shoulders. The older girl hums under her breath, her eyes scanning over Namjoo’s face. She leans forward, pecking Namjoo’s lips softly, smiling when Namjoo leans in for another.
“Yep, definitely just the coffee,” She whispers against Namjoo’s lips. Namjoo sucks her teeth, pinching the side of Yoonji’s neck.
“Yah! I wake up to make you coffee and breakfast, and this is how you treat me?” Namjoo whines, attempting to pull Yoonji’s arms from around her waist. The older girl giggles, her hands gripping Namjoo’s hips, keeping her close. Namjoo blushes, trying to keep her thoughts innocent despite being able to feel Yoonji’s breasts pressed up against her own. Yoonji smirks, pushing Namjoo until her back hits against the counter behind her. She leans in for another kiss, moaning at the small whine Namjoo lets out, shivering as she gets lost in the kiss.
“When does Seojin get back?” Yoonji asks suddenly, panting as she leans down to trail kisses down the length of Namjoo’s neck. At this point, her brain feels like it’s liquifying, threatening to ooze out of her ears. She groans when Yoonji sucks at the hickie on her collarbone, the sting of it reminding her of last night.
“Uh…she said that she’d be coming back around—fuck…around nine. S-So soon….”
“Hm, what a shame,” Yoonji comments softly, her cold fingers slipping underneath Namjoo’s hoodie, “Really wanted to enjoy my breakfast in peace,” Yoonji says nearly pouting as she slips a hand down the back of Namjoo’s panties. The younger girl gasps, her cheeks burning red as she tries to reign in the hunger that’s building inside her with every passing second.
“H-How about some warmed-up bungeoppang instead?” Namjoo stutters, laughing as Yoonji bites into her shoulder playfully.
“Not as sweet as you, but it’ll have to do,” Yoonji huffs, rolling her eyes in faux disappointment. Namjoo kisses her again, something light and sweet, before turning around to shove a cup of coffee into Yoonji’s hands.
“Go sit down, stop trying to seduce me!” Yoonji snorts, taking a tentative sip of her coffee.
“Not like I have to try too hard, Joo-ah,” Yoonji giggles, full-on cackling when Namjoo smacks Yoonji’s ass as she walks away. Namjoo pulls out two pieces of bungeoppang leftover from last night. As those heat up, she takes a few oranges from the fruit basket nearby and cuts them up (careful not to cut herself…Yoonji doesn’t need to know the full extent of her incompetency in the kitchen yet). When the bunggeoppang is plated, she walks over to the kitchen table, putting the plate of oranges and bungeoppang between them.
Namjoo sits beside Yoonji, blushing as Yoonji shifts her seat closer to her. Their knees end up knocking into each other under the table, Yoonji’s thigh brushing up against hers with every little move. Yoonji sets her coffee down, grabbing Namjoo’s hand wordlessly. She keeps it in her lap, her other hand reaching out to grab a piece of orange. She holds it up to Namjoo’s lips, her gaze soft along with her smile.
Namjoo is once again struck dumb by how beautiful Yoonji is. She doesn’t know if she will ever get used to how easily Yoonji makes her melt. Namjoo takes a bite of the orange, groaning when some juice spills down her chin. Yoonji coos, swiping away a bit of the juice with her thumb, bringing it to her lips to suck off. Namjoo watches how her lips wrap around her thumb, her throat bobbing as she swallows. Yoonji chuckles softly to herself, shaking her head as she grabs another piece of orange.
“So,” Yoonji starts, biting the orange slice, “You want me to fuck you with my strap.”
Namjoo nearly chokes on the piece of bungeoppang in her mouth, her cheeks fiery hot with the blush settling there. She can’t seem to meet Yoonji’s eyes when she turns to her, cheeks still full of bread and red bean paste as she tries to reconcile with herself that they are having this conversation now. She sees Yoonji smirking out of the corner of her eye, like she knows the effect she has on her.
“Y-Yeah,” Namjoo mutters, swallowing down the rest of her breakfast, “I do.”
“I’m assuming you like penetration, or at least have had it before. I know we already use fingers and tongues, but I want to check in with you since we’re using toys for the first time and the stretch will be different.”
“Christ, Unnie,” Namjoo mutters under her breath, her breath hitching at the thought of being stretched, feeling full. She can’t help but squirm in her seat, thighs squeezing together, helplessly aroused. Yoonji grabs her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. Her eyes are dark when she finally meets them, something wicked and addicting boiling just beneath the surface. She nods her head toward Namjoo, encouraging her to speak.
“I…I like penetration. A lot,” Namjoo breathes, shivering when Yoonji’s fingers start to draw little patterns on the bare skin of her thigh, the touch light but setting Namjoo ablaze just the same, “I have toys, but I’ve never, like, enjoyed it with partners in the past, though. Probably because I am a raging lesbian.”
Yoonji laughs, full body as she leans into Namjoo’s side, her face being hidden in the material of Namjoo’s hoodie. Namjoo cracks a smile along with her, her heart light and airy as she knocks her head against Yoonji’s. The tension between them is lightened, still simmering in the background as they giggle together.
“What? It’s true! Plus even if I wasn’t, I think the guys I fucked just sucked at having sex.”
“So what you’re saying is that I’m the best you’ve ever had,” Yoonji murmurs, pushing her face into the side of Namjoo’s neck. She drags her lips against the spot just below her ear, leaving a lingering kiss there. LIke a match being struck, the burning desire is there again, growing in the pit of Namjoo’s stomach.
“You already know you are….” Namjoo breathes, moaning when the elder nips at her earlobe, “Ruined me for anyone else.” Yoonji groans low in her throat, the hand on Namjoo’s thigh squeezing it roughly, her other hand grabbing Namjoo’s chin, turning her face. Yoonji kisses her into a daze, her lips sticky with orange juice and coffee. Namjoo leans into the kiss, her breath stuttering and rough, her hand settling on Yoonji’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer.
“Fuck, you drive me crazy when you say that,” Yoonji whispers against her lips, nipping her bottom lip, “Is it bad that it makes me feel good when you say that?”
“No,” Namjoo laughs softly, pecking Yoonji’s lips, “Not if it’s true. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”
The heat in Yoonji’s eyes melts a bit at the words, something fond and bright taking space. Her lips raise into a soft smile, her cheeks blushing prettily. Namjoo suddenly feels the full force of her emotions, something overwhelming and all-consuming. Namjoo brushes a piece of Yoonji’s hair behind her ear, her smile mirroring Yoonji’s. She positively melts when Yoonji leans into the touch, her cheek squishing cutely into Namjoo’s palm. Why is Yoonji the hottest and cutest girl in the world?
“Jesus Christ, get a room!”
The two girls jump apart, Namjoo nearly falling out of her chair if not for Yoonji grabbing the front of her hoodie at the last second. Namjoo puts a hand to her chest, catching her breath as she looks behind her.
Seojin puts her bag on the kitchen counter, her words not matching the smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She raises an eyebrow at them both, clicking her tongue as she shakes her head.
“I told you when I’d be coming back for a reason, I don’t need to see Yoonji defiling you in my own home!”
“Defiling? Really, Unnie?” Namjoo scoffs, her cheeks burning red at the implication. Yoonji snorts beside her, taking another sip of her coffee, “Are we going to pretend like I didn’t walk in on you and Jieun Unnie finger-banging each other on the couch a few weeks ago?”
Seojin pauses in her step for a moment, her eyes going comically wide. She clears her throat, her ears turning bright red at the tips as she moves further into the kitchen, opening the cabinet above the sink to grab a mug.
“That was…that was unintentional. I didn’t know you had a half-day at work.” Yoonji raises her eyebrow at Namjoo in question, laughing again when Namjoo rolls her eyes.
“All I’m saying is if I’m guilty of lesbian crimes, so are you!”
Seojin flaps her hand in Namjoo’s general direction, mumbling something under her breath that neither of them can make out. Seojin pours herself a cup of coffee, reaching into the fridge to pull out creamer.
With a sigh, Yoonji looks at the time on her phone, turning to Namjoo with a pout, “I should probably get going. I have a meeting at noon.”
“On a Saturday?” Seojin crows, making a face as she walks over to the table. She sits opposite Yoonji, reaching into the bowl of orange slices, “That’s disgusting.” Yoonji smiles softly, shrugging her shoulders as she leans back in the chair. She reaches over wordlessly again, grabbing Namjoo’s hand to pull it back to her lap.
“We have a comeback for one of our idol groups coming up next week. It’s been a lot of back and forth with the label, so we’re trying to finalize some tracks for the album this weekend,” Yoonji groans, rubbing a hand down her face. She looks over to Namjoo, her eyes catching the sunlight, the color turning into a warm shade of brown, like iced tea on a summer day, “Will you come keep me company later?”
Namjoo feels butterflies in her stomach, the feeling almost as intense as when she first laid eyes on Yoonji in a dimly lit lesbian club in Itaweon. She smiles, her cheeks nearly hurting with the force of it. She leans over, pressing a soft kiss to Yoonji’s cheek, “Of course, Unnie. Let me know when you’re free and I’ll come.”
“Thank you, Angel,” Yoonji says, voice soft. She kisses Namjoo, lingering before she sighs, scooting back her chair. She stands, stretching her arms over her head, turning to walk back into the hallway.
When she’s out of sight, Seojin clears her throat, a mischievous glint in her eye, “So,” She starts, eating an orange slice, “Had a good night?”
Namjoo blushes, trying to contain the smile playing on her lips, “Yeah, we had a great time. You?”
“Eh,” Seojin mumbles, sipping her coffee, “Jieun and I also had a nice night. Maybe not as nice as yours, though. The hickies on your thighs are making me blush, and I’m the self-proclaimed harlot out of all of us.”
Namjoo pulls down the hem of her sweatshirt, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. She folds her legs up, putting her head against her knees.
“Don’t make fun of me,” Namjoo whines, scrubbing her face with her hand. Seojin giggles, smiling softly at the younger. She sighs, leaning back in her seat as she twirls a piece of her long, dark hair between her fingertips.
“I’m your Unnie, I’m always going to make fun of you, Namjoo-yah,” Seojin snorts, smiling again, “But I’m happy for you.” For some reason, that makes Namjoo blush more, as the butterflies from before stir in the pit of her stomach.
“Okay, I’m heading out,” Yoonji calls from the hallway, head down as she steps back into her shoes. Namjoo gets up from the table, following Yoonji to the front door. The elder turns, her arms wrapping around Namjoo’s waist, pulling her close.
“I’ll see you later,” Namjoo murmurs, kissing the tip of Yoonji’s nose. Yoonji scrunches her nose, giggling softly. She presses a kiss to Namjoo’s lips, hands squeezing her sides affectionately.
“I can’t wait,” Yoonji replies, kissing her again for good measure. With a sigh, she steps away, turning to open the door, “I’ll text you when the meeting is over. Use the keycard I gave to you to get in, alright? Security won’t stop you this time.”
“Okay, Unnie,” Namjoo says, smiling as she leans her head against the door. Yoonji mirrors her smile, her eyes turning into two crescents with the force of it. She winks at Namjoo, putting her hands in her pockets as she turns to walk down the hallway.
Namjoo can’t help but stay, watching as Yoonji reaches the end of the hall, finally turning the corner toward the elevators. It’s only when she’s out of sight that Namjoo sighs, shutting the door. When she comes back into the living room, Seojin is stilling at the kitchen table, happily munching on the extra bungeoppang as she scrolls on her phone. She looks when Namjoo sits down across from her.
“Said goodbye to the cat lady?”
Namjoo snorts, reaching over to grab an orange slice from the bowl, “She only has one cat, I don’t think that makes her a cat lady.”
“You know that’s not how I mean it, Namjoo-ah,” Seojin says, rolling her eyes, “She’ll never beat the Black Cat allegations looking like that.” Namjoo sighs, shaking her head, trying (and failing) to keep the smile from forming on her lips, “How does it feel to have a black cat as a girlfriend, Joo-ah, I’m curious.”
Namjoo blushes, picking at the skin around her thumb, “She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Not yet,” Seojin corrects, smirking as she takes another bite of the bungeoppang, “Taeha and I have a bet to see how long it’ll be before you two finally stop being awkward and make it official.” Namjoo flaps her hands uselessly, her mouth opening and closing as she tries to form any sort of response.
“We’re not––we’re not awkward! We just…it just hasn’t happened yet, Unnie.” Seojin stops chewing for a moment, narrowing her eyes at Namjoo. She takes a sip of her coffee, clearing her throat.
“What’s up, Joo-ah? You’re making that I’m-thinking-too-hard face. Did something happen?”
Namjoo sighs, dragging her fingers through her hair, “I…I mean nothing’s happened, but I think that’s what’s bothering me. Nothing’s happened.”
“And forgive me for stating the obvious, but you want something to happen, right?” Seojin asks, raising her eyebrow.
“Well, yeah,” Namjoo breathes, “I like her so much, Unnie. I like her so much that it scares me. I-I keep catching myself doubting what I’m feeling. Like…like it can’t be that easy, right? The first girl I ever slept with and dated makes me feel like this is it. She’s it. That’s crazy, isn’t it? Sometimes I’m sure she feels something similar, like, with just the way she looks at me, but…. I don’t know. I’m scared if I say anything, it’ll just fall apart.”
“Namjoo-yah,” Seojin sighs, the affection lighting up her eyes. She smiles softly, getting up from her seat. She sits down next to Namjoo, wrapping her long arms around Namjoo’s shoulders. Namjoo doesn’t hesitate to bury her face into the side of Seojin’s neck, breathing in the jasmin perfume she’s been wearing lately. It’s moments like these where she’s thankful to have the friends she has, the burden of navigating her life as a queer woman not as heavy when she has a shoulder to lean on (and Seojin’s are very wide). “It’s okay to feel like that. There isn’t any rulebook on what you should be feeling when. I think that if it feels right, then you should go for it.”
“I haven’t even asked her to be my girlfriend yet,” Namjoo huffs, her voice sounding watery even to her own ears, “what if she doesn’t even want that?”
“She will,” Seojin says, squeezing Namjoo’s shoulder, “She does. I know I don’t know her as well as you do yet, but I think I can confidently say you two want the same thing. You both light up when you’re around each other. You look the happiest I’ve ever seen you by her side. She doesn’t look nearly as grumpy next to you. That’s saying something.” This earns a laugh from Namjoo, shoulders shaking with the force of it. Seojin pets through Namjoo’s hair softly, leaning her head briefly on top of hers.
“You might be right,” Namjoo sighs, rubbing at her eyes, “I’ve been overthinking this too much.”
“Of course I’m right. I’m right about everything, Joo-yah,” Seojin laughs, poking Namjoo’s side, “And I know when my dongsaeng’s big, beautiful brain is freaking out.”
“It’s always freaking out, Unnie.”
“I know that too.”
Namjoo laughs again, wrapping her own arms around Seojin’s waist, pulling her into a hug, “Thank you for listening to my girl problems. I know I’m a mess right now.”
“You don’t have to thank me, you dork,” Seojin laughs, “Although, I call dibs at being your Maid of Honor at your wedding. It’s only fair.”
Namjoo huffs out a laugh, hugging Seojin a little closer, and kissing her cheek.
“Deal.”
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Namjoo stands in front of Yoonji’s door, nervous.
It’s been a few days since the initial conversation, the memory of it making her blush. She’s nervous but also excited. She doesn’t know what Yoonji has planned for her tonight and the anticipation is helping to ease the nervousness; turning it syrupy and sweet, arousal building steadily in the pit of her stomach. She knocks on the door, hearing the telltale sign of Yoonji’s steps as the door swings open moments later.
“Hi,” Yoonji greets at the door, her voice soft and low. Namjoo is stunned for a moment, her eyes taking in Yoonji’s appearance. It was rare that Yoonji put on makeup, the most she ever did was put on chapstick and sunscreen on any given day, however, now there’s smokiness to her eyelids, her inner corners lightened with highlight. Her lips and cheeks are a flattering shade of pink, her lips shiny with lip gloss. A hunger Namjoo didn’t even realize was inside of her comes to the surface, her fingers itching to touch every inch of the older. Her outfit made things significantly harder for Namjoo to stay sane; tight black v-neck shirt that showed her cleavage (Namjoo was salivating already) and was cropped just above her navel, emphasizing the small of her waist into the widness of her hips and thighs. The matching black jean shorts were a calculated decision, Namjoo is sure of it; tight enough to emphasize the plumpness of her thighs and ass.
Namjoo was going to die before she even stepped into the apartment. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Namjoo breathes, walking in when Yoonji steps aside to let her in. Yoonji has a smirk on her lips when Namjoo turns to her again, her back leaning against the door. She looked up at Namjoo through her long, thick eyelashes.
“I just felt like doing something different,” Yoonji says, shrugging her shoulders, the smirk still on her lips, “You like?” Namjoo has to close her eyes, breathe deeply, and exhale. She opens her eyes, placing her hands on Yoonji’s hips. She leans down, pressing a single kiss to Yoonji’s lips.
“You are the most beautiful girl in the world, Unnie,” Namjoo replies against her lips, smiling, “How are you even real?” Yoonji blushes, her gaze lowering. It sent a thrill down Namjoo’s spine whenever she could fluster Yoonji, even for a moment. A tiny meow distracts Namjoo, her attention drawn to Yeri, who is rubbing against Namjoo’s ankle, begging for attention.
“Hi Yeri, my sweet girl,” Namjoo coos, reaching down to scoop the cat into her arms. Yeri mews when she’s picked up, immediately settling in Namjoo’s arms. Her tail swishes back and forth happily, her head nudging into Namjoo’s hand as she scratches under her ear.
“I swear, she likes you way more than me. I can’t believe I’ve been replaced,” Yoonji whines, pouting as she leans away from the door. She lifts on her toes slightly to kiss Namjoo on the cheek in passing her on the way to the kitchen, “Dinner is almost ready by the way.” As if on cue, Namjoo gets a waft of the delicious smell of meat simmering, making her mouth water. She walks into the kitchen, Yeri still cradled in her arms.
Yoonji is at the stove, leaning over as she takes a sip of the stew simmering in the pot. She leans up, nodding her head. She turns to Namjoo, the corners of her eyes smiling before her lips do, “It’s Yukgaejang. You like beef, right?” Namjoo kisses the top of Yeri’s head, setting her down on the ground as she makes her way over to Yoonji. She wraps her arms around Yoonji’s waist, peering over her shoulder.
“I love Yukgaejang,” Namjoo says, rubbing her nose against her cheek affectionately, “Thank you for cooking, Yeobo.” Yoonji leans into Namjoo’s embrace, the blush on her cheeks reaching up to her ears. Namjoo giggles, kissing the side of her neck the more the older one gets shy.
“You’re welcome,” Yoonji mumbles softly, feigning annoyance as she squirms out of Namjoo’s arms, “Stop distracting me. Go sit down at the table.” Namjoo laughs again, kissing the back of Yoonji’s neck before she goes. Soon after she settles in her seat, Yoonji places a steaming bowl of stew in front of her. Namjoo blushes when her stomach immediately grumbles, her mouth salivating the longer she sits without eating. She picks up her spoon once Yoonji sits down beside her, her own bowl of stew being set down on the table.
Dinner is as pleasant as it always is. They talk about their days, trading stories of the stupid they encounter on a daily basis (Yoonji dealing with corporate greed taking over the project she’s working on; Namjoo having to inform people how to search for books in the library database). Yeri has settled under the table by their feet, her head occasionally rubbing against Namjoo’s heel. As the night progresses, Namjoo gets distracted, the hand Yoonji has on her thigh creeping up her thigh making her start to sweat. Yoonji feigns innocence, her eyes bright with laughter as she tells a story about her coworker, the hand on Namjoo’s thigh disappearing under Namjoo’s skirt, her fingers tracing the trim of her panties teasingly. Her breath stutters at the touch, her heartbeat picking up in pace. She tries to listen to the rest of Yoonji’s stories, her eyes focusing on Yoonji’s lips.
“Namjoo-yah?” Yoonji calls, waving her hand in front of her face. Namjoo startled, her eyes wide as she met the older girl’s gaze. Yoonji is silent for a moment, her gaze dark and teasing, “Distracted?”
“Um…,” Namjoo says, shifting in her seat. Yoonji’s fingers brush against her inner thigh, now teasing the front of her panties, dangerously close to her clit. It sends a spike of arousal down Namjoo’s spine, her hips moving to press against the touch, craving more of it, “A little.”
“Do you still want to try tonight?” Yoonji asks, leaning her cheek onto her other hand, smirking when Namjoo shifts again, her hand brushing against her clit through her panties. Namjoo nearly forgets about the question, mindlessly chasing pleasure as she grinds her hips forward, hissing out a breath at the friction.
“Y-Yeah,” Namjoo breathes, blushing at how gone she sounds already, “Please, Unnie.” Yoonji curses under her breath, her fingers rubbing circles into Namjoo’s clit. The younger moans, her eyes closing as a shiver racks through her body at the touch. She opens her eyes again when Yoonji grabs her chin between her index finger and thumb, pulling her in for a kiss. Yoonji licks into her mouth, moaning when Namjoo opens up for her, the kiss turning frantic, hungry.
“I love it when you’re like this, Angel,” Yoonji groans against her lips, her fingers slipping into Namjoo’s hair, pulling lightly, “So sweet for me, aren’t you?”
“Fuck, yes,” Namjoon nearly whines, her hand grabbing Yoonji’s wrist like a lifeline, “Always sweet for you, Unnie.” Yoonji smiles, kissing Namjoo’s lips, cheeks, nose, and forehead.
“Can my sweet girl get ready for me? Go to my bedroom and wait for me? There’s a surprise waiting for you on the bed.”
Namjoo perks up at the sound of that, her eyebrow raising in question. Yoonji smirks again, her eyes unreadable as she untangles herself from Namjoo, much to her dismay. She pouts when Yoonji stands, missing her touch already. Yoonji begins piling up their used dishes, giving Namjoo one pointed look. With a sigh, Namjoo gets up from her seat and walks down the hallway to Yoonji’s bedroom.
When she opens the door, the room is neat and tidy; not a stray pair or pants or a crumpled piece of paper to be seen. She smirks to herself, knowing how much she teases the older for having what she calls “boy room”. Her eyes land on the black box that sat on her bed, her curiosity and anticipation piqued. Namjoo walks over to it, rubbing the smooth lid of it. She bites her lip, her fingers nudging the top off, placing it on the bed. At first, she can’t quite make out what she’s looking at in the box. She pulls out one black, satin bag, the shape of the item inside finally clicking in her head, her breath caught in her throat. She opens the bag and pulls out a dildo, bright pink with a flared base. The texture was smooth and soft to touch. It wasn’t particularly long, the base of it thin before it rounded out to something a bit wider than two of her fingers. She sets the dildo down on the bed, pulling out the rest of the bags.
In total there were four dildos, each of them varying in length and width. Namjoo’s stomach stirred with arousal, imagining what each one would feel like inside of her. She picks up the third option again, her fingers curling around the base of it. It was a light shade of blue, on the longer side in terms of length, a little over five inches, the tip of it curved upright for g-spot stimulation. She perks up again when she hears the door open and close behind her, settling when Yoonji’s arms come to wrap around her waist. She presses a kiss to the back of Namjoo’s neck, her hands settling on her hips.
“Good selection?” Yoonji asks, peering over her shoulder. Namjoo turns in her hold, her cheeks blazing with embarrassment when she holds out the dildo in her hand. Yoonji’s eyebrows raise, a smirk forming on her lips, “Oh? You like that one the best?”
“Yeah, it’s um, it’s similar to ones I have at home,” Namjoo mumbles, shy, “Although, I want to know what this is….” Namjoo turns the dildo in her hands, looking down at the base of it. At the bottom, where she expected it to be flat, there were ridges, the pattern lined down the center of it.
“Oh, that’s for me,” Yoonji says, voice low. She grabs the toy from her hands, rubbing her finger against the ridges, “When I put it in my harness, it gives me stimulation.” Namjoo shivers at the thought, a smile forming on her lips.
“Really? You’ll be able to feel it when…-”
“When I fuck you?” Yoonji asks, laughing softly when Namjoo averts her gaze, “Obviously, I can’t actually feel what you’re like inside. But, I can definitely come while I’m fucking you with this. Makes things more interesting.” Namjoo hums under her breath, taking the toy back into her hands.
“If you can feel good too, I-I want to use this one,” Namjoo says, her heart racing at the look Yoonji gives her, something dark and wanting simmering in her gaze. Yoonji grabs the back of Namjoo’s neck, pulling her down into a searing kiss. Namjoo whines upon contact, throwing the dildo onto the bed to grab Yoonji by her waist, pulling their bodies flush together. Yoonji licks into her mouth, her other hand sliding under Namjoo’s skirt, grabbing a handful of her ass. The younger whines again, hips rutting forward helplessly as she gets lost in the pleasure. She doesn’t realize Yoonji is pushing her back until she feels the edge of the bed against the back of her legs, Yoonji gently pushing her down until Namjoo takes a seat. Namjoo looks up at her, cheeks red with excitement, her pupils blown with lust. She pants as Yoonji quickly pushes the toy box to the floor, the older one urging her to scoot up.
When Namjoo’s head hits the mountain of pillows at the top of the bed, Yoonji crawls on top of her, mouthing at Namjoo’s neck, lips dragging wetly across her heated skin. She slides her hands under Namjoo’s shirt, teasingly brushing against the underside of her breasts. Yoonji pushes her shirt up, leaning down to press kisses to the tops of Namjoo’s tits. The younger girl releases a deep sigh, wriggling out of her shirt and tossing it off the bed as she pulls Yoonji closer to her. The older girl takes her time teasing Namjoo, riling her up by sucking marks into her chest, her fingers rubbing circles over her nipples.
“Take it off, take it off, please,” Namjoo whines, scrambling to undo her bra, her fingers shaking with want. Yoonji soothes her, grabbing Namjoo’s hands in hers. She presses a kiss to her knuckles, a small smile on her lips.
“You don’t have to rush, Baby,” Yoonji asks, her fingers playing with the front clasp of Namjoo’s bra, “you’re my good girl, right, Namjoo-yah? You’ll let Unnie play with you, won’t you?” Yoonji nearly whispers, her voice simultaneously grounding her and firing her up even more. Namjoo huffs an impatient breath, pouting even as Yoonji does what she asks, unhooking her bra. The older slides it off of her shoulders, her hands coming to squeeze Namjoo’s tits gently. The touch feels euphoric, Namjoo whimpering when Yoonji brushes her fingers lightly against her nipples. Yoonji shushes her softly, leaning down to bring one nipple into her mouth. Namjoo moans loudly at the touch, her hips grinding upwards, seeking any sort of friction. Her fingers find their way into Yoonji’s hair, softly pushing the hair out of her face as she writhed in pleasure. She nearly shouts in surprise when she feels Yoonji’s other hand slide into her panties, rubbing gentle circles into her clit.
“Fuck, please,” Namjoo pants, her eyes rolling into the back of her head at the touch, flinching when Yoonji rubs faster, her teeth grazing her nipple. Yoonji groans low in her throat, switching to the other nipple as her fingers slide between her folds, teasing her opening.
“So fucking wet already.” Yoonji moans, sucking on her nipple, her fingers rubbing harder, tighter circles into Namjoo’s clit, “My good girl’s is always ready for me, yeah?”
“Yes! Fuck,” Namjoo moans, her thighs pressing together as the impending orgasm building in her gut grows bigger. Yoonji smirks, her fingers rubbing faster against Namjoo’s clit. Namjoo finds herself in a rhythm of pushing against Yoonji’s hand, begging for more and twitching away, the stimulation overwhelming. Yoonji makes her way back to Namjoo’s lips, breathing in every whine and moan from the younger girl’s lips. Namjoo’s thighs begin to shake, her breathing picking up. She holds onto Yoonji’s waist, the tension in her body thrumming, ready to snap. “Please! Please don’t stop, Unnie. I’m so close; so fucking close please!” Yoonji’s fingers slow down to an almost lazy drag against her clit. Namjoo sags, a whine escaping her throat, “No, please keep going. P-Please-”
“You’re so fucking cute,” Yoonji mumbles against her lips, having the audacity to giggle, “I feel you clenching up down here….” Yoonji teases her ring finger against her opening, moaning when Namjoo clenches again.
“Please let me come, Unnie,” Namjoo pants, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her mind was hazy over with lust, her thoughts jumbled and scattered, the need to come more important than anything else. Yoonji coos at her softly, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her lips.
“Okay, Baby,” Yoonji says against her lips, “I’ll let you come. I need to get you ready for my cock, hm?” Namjoo moans at the thought, hissing when Yoonji rubs her clit faster. Yoonji slides down the length of Namjoo’s body, settling between her spread legs. She noses against Namjoo’s inner right thigh, sucking fresh hickies over the ones that have started to fade. She teases her fingers over Namjoo’s hole, rubbing but not quite sinking deep enough to feel like anything. Namjoo grabs the bedding below her, squirming at every teasing touch, every trace of tongue on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. It was moments like these where Namjoo both hated and loved how thorough Yoonji is, how dedicated she is to making Namjoo lose her mind in pleasure. She’s close to sobbing when Yoonji’s done marking up her thighs, her lips tracing a line from her inner thigh to where her fingers are still teasing at her hole. She pulls her panties to the side, tongue licking over her clit without pretense.
“Yes, yes, yes, please,” Namjoo moans, shivering when Yoonji likes again, sucking her clit into her mouth. She presses two fingers into Namjoo slowly, curving upwards to find her sweet spot. Less than a moment later, she finds it, Namjoo curling in on herself as she nearly rides Yoonji’s face, “I-I’m close, I’m so close. Please don’t stop. I-I — Fuck,” Yoonji sucks harder on her clit, moaning as she presses her fingers harder into her g-spot. Namjoo slides her fingers into Yoonji’s hair, pulling softly as she groans, her thighs tensing as her orgasm builds, builds, builds. Yoonji scissors her fingers apart in Namjoo, her eyes nearly rolling back into her head at the squelch, the sound of Namjoo’s arousal nearly driving her insane. The younger tenses suddenly, a long, high-pitched moan falling from her lips as she comes, Yoonji sucking her clit through it all.
When Namjoo twitches away from oversensitivity, Yoonji removes her fingers, snorting at the indignant whine from Namjoo at the loss. She crawls back up to Namjoo’s face, smiling as she pushes Namjoo’s honey-brown hair from her eyes, “Good?”
“I’m goo,” Namjoo slurs, eyes shut in bliss. Yoonji laughs, leaving kisses all over Namjoo’s face. The younger giggles, her nose scrunching up cutely. Yoonji leaves a trail of kisses as she moves to the side of Namjoo’s face, her teeth nipping at her earlobe teasingly.
“Do you still want my cock, Angel?” Yoonji asks, her lips pressed against Namjoo’s ear. Namjoo wraps her arms around Yoonji’s torso, pulling her down until she laid flat on top of her. She presses her nose into the side of Yoonji’s neck, groaning.
“Please fuck me,” Namjoo says, the whine in her tone making Yoonji’s stomach clench with want, “I want it so bad; ‘want to feel you inside of me.” Yoonji shivers at the words, the anticipation threatening to drive her insane. She pulls away from Namjoo’s embrace, smirking down at the girl.
“Can you be good for me while I get ready? Get undressed and play with your pussy?” Yoonji asks, the heat of her gaze making Namjoo blush along with her request. She bites her lip, nodding.
“I can be good, Unnie,” Namjoo breathes, her fingers coming to pinch at her nips, “Don’t take too long, please.” Yoonji chuckles softly, leaning down to press one last kiss to Namjoo’s lips. She rolls away from Namjoo, getting up from the bed.
Namjoo immediately gets to work, her hands flying down to pull down her skirt and panties. She throws them off the side of the bed, her knees spreading a part shyly, giving Yoonji a peek when her hand comes down to tease herself, fingers sliding between her folds. Namjoo lets out a soft sigh, her fingers rubbing lazy circles against her clit. Yoonji takes a deep breath, her hands coming down to the button of her shorts. She pushes them down her legs, her eyes unmoving from where they were between Namjoo’s legs. She takes off her shirt, throwing it to the ground with the rest of their clothes.
“Is that your harness?” Namjoo asks, her gaze curious as she looks at Yoonji’s panties. They look like any other pair of black briefs except for the circular opening in the front. Yoonji smiles, pulling up the band of her briefs.
“It is. They’re super comfortable and I don’t have to worry about those stupid fucking straps anymore,” Yoonji grumbles, crawling back into the bed. She grabs the dildo, pushing the base of it through the ring on the briefs. When the base is snug against her, the ridges already sending a pleasant chill down her spine at the stimulation, she looks to Namjoo, her hand curling around the base of the toy. Namjoo’s eyes fall from Yoonji’s face to the toy itself, biting her lip the longer she stares, “You like it?”
“You look so fucking hot, Unnie,” Namjoo breathes, spreading her legs for Yoonji when the elder comes to sit between them. Yoonji puts her hands on Namjoo’s thighs, kneading them tenderly. Namjoo was beautiful, her cheeks red with excitement, liips pink and kiss bitten already. Yoonji leans forward, caging Namjoo in as she kissed her, hips pushing forward teasingly. She basks in the gasp that falls from Namjoo’s lips, grinding her hips forward, the toy between them rubbing against Namjoo’s clit.
“Please,” Namjoo moans against her lips, her own hips raising to meet Yoonji’s, “I can’t wait anymore. Need you.” Yoonji groans at the words, her hips stuttering for a moment. She hear more than feels Namjoo’s desperation, her breaths labored and low, her hands gripping Yoonji’s hips for dear life.
“Need me where, Yeobo?” Yoonji breathes, her hand curling into Namjoo’s hair, “Tell me where.”
“Need your cock in my pussy, Unnie,” Namjoo breathes, her eyes fluttering shut when the toy brushes between her folds, teasing her opening, “N-Need you inside of me.” If Yoonji wasn’t turned on before, she most certainly is now. The ability to make Yoonji nearly delirious with want was a skill innate to Namjoo despite how unaware of it she was. She did it without even trying, simply getting lost in the pleasure, in the unbridled desire to feel good.
With a curse under her breath, Yoonji leans over the side of the bed, her hand scrambling to open the drawer next to it. She rummages inside, sighing a breath of relief when her hand curls around the bottle of lube she keeps there. She sits up, hissing when the ridges at the end of the toy shift, rubbing deliciously against her cunt. She opens the lid, pouring a generous amount of lube into her hand. Below her, Namjoo gets antsy, her legs shifting, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she watches Yoonji wrap her hand around the dildo, stroking it. When the toy is sufficiently covered, lube nearly dribbling off the time, she grabs Namjoo’s legs, pushing them up into her chest. Namjoo moans softly, her hands coming down to hold her thighs, spreading herself open for Yoonji.
“Comfortable?” Yoonji asks, scooting further in. She grabs the toy, teasing the tip of it between Namjoo’s folds. The younger girl moans again, nodding her head.
“Yes, Unnie,” Her smile just as soft as her voice. Yoonji returns her smile, reaching a hand up to caress the side of her face.
“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
“I can take it,” Namjoo smirks, shifting her hips again to get more of the toy inside. Yoonji raises an eyebrow at the girl, one hand settling on her knee, the other holding the base of the toy in place. She keeps eye contact with Namjoo, pushing her hips forward. When the head of the toy pushes in, Namjoo sighs, her eyes falling shut. Yoonji stops for a moment, letting the younger get use to the feeling. She starts to move again when Namjoo relaxes, her mouth falling open in a silent cry. She clenches around the toy, thighs shivering in pleasure.
“Relax for me, baby,” Yoonji says, voice trembling. At this point, the back of the toy is giving her near constant stimulation, every minor movement of her hips sending her closer to the edge. She tries to stay still, rubbing Namjoo’s legs tenderly as she waits for Namjoo to relax, for her legs to fall open again, “There you go, so good for me, Joo-yah.” Namjoo shivers at the nickname, her eyes staring, unseeing up at Yoonji. A long whine falls from her lips when Yoonji’s hips settle against her own, the toy snug inside. Yoonji takes a deep breath, her hands settling over Namjoo’s on her thighs.
“You’re so deep,” Namjoo whispers, her brow furrowed as she hips experimentally, her breath stuttering as Yoonji begins to move her hips back, She pulls out nearly all the way before pushing back in, setting an easy, languid pace. She presses her thumb against Namjoo’s clit, rubbing a slow, tender circle as she pushes and pulls her hips, her gaze razor sharp she looks watches Namjoo fall apart. It doesn’t take long for Namjoo’s thighs to start shaking, her breath getting caught in her throat.
Her eyes fly open, staring at Yoonji in awe, like she painted the moon and stars in the sky herself. Yoonji is taken back by the look, something warm and all-consuming squeezing her heart, making a place for itself right there next to it. Her hips stutter as result, thrusting harder than before. Namjoo groans, letting go of her own thighs to grab both of Yoonji’s wrists, squeezing, “A-Again, Unnie. Fuck me harder, please.” Yoonji is quick to oblige, each thrust harder, her hips shifting until she finds Namjoo’s sweet spot, the girl all by folding in on herself. The hold on Yoonji’s wrists is tight, her hips move to meet Yoonji’s thrusts.
A moan suddenly escapes from Yoonji’s lips, her thighs shaking as her own orgasm builds, the intensity of it bringing tears to her eyes, “Fuck, are you close, Unnie? A-Are you gonna’ cum?”
“Yes,” Yoonji gasps, thrusting a little faster, her thighs burning with exertion, “You’re making me feel so good, baby.” Namjoo chokes on a gasp, her head hitting the pillows as she’s finally tipped over the edge. Yoonji fucks her through it, making sure the toy stays on her g-spot as she continues to rub her clit.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, holy shit, ah!” Namjoo curses loudly, her thighs closing around Yoonji’s hips as she rides out her orgasm, tears wetting her eyelashes, “Please cum, Unnie. I-I want you to cum, fuck, please.” Yoonji whines, falling forward until her forehead is pressed against Namjoo’s, her lips pressing against the younger’s.
“Fuck, I-I’m close, I…I’m so close, I-,” Yoonji gasps when Namjoo snakes a hand between them, her fingers pinching at Yoonji’s nipples, gently rolling them between her fingers, “Fuck.” Namjoo moans against her lips, tongue licking into her mouth as she encourages Yoonji, one hand coming to the back of Yoonji’s head, pulling her hair. Yoonji’s orgasm catches her by surprise, the feeling washing over her all at once. She stills in her thrusting, grinding forward to rub her clit, moaning as she rides out her orgasm.
“Fuck, I’m coming so hard,” Yoonji manages to choke out, laughing in delirium as Namjoo kisses her way down the column of Yoonji’s neck, her legs locking behind Yoonji’s back.
“Take what you need, Yoonji-yah,” Namjoo whispers against her ear, rubbing her hand up and down her back, sucking a lovebite into her shoulder, “feels so good.” When she’s able to catch her breath again, she pulls out of Namjoo, not missing the whine that escapes from Namjoo’s throat. She falls on top of the younger, her face burying itself into the side of Namjoo’s neck. Namjoo wraps her arms around Yoonji instantly, burying her own face into the side of Yoonji’s neck. Here, she breathes in deeply, relaxing under Yoonji’s comforting weight.
“I can go again, I just need a minute,” Yoonji mumbles, lips dragging against the side of Namjoo’s neck. She lifts her head enough to meet Namjoo’s eyes, the corners of hers crinkling as she smiles, “Are you okay? How do you feel?”
Namjoo takes a moment to respond, her heart beating faster the longer she looks at Yoonji. She raises a hand to push a bit of Yoonji’s hair behind her ear, feeling so bright, so happy.
So in love.
“Will you be my girlfriend?”
The words are out before Namjoo can even think about it, her hand freezing where it is in Yoonji’s hair. Yoonji’s eyes widen, her mouth dropping open in surprise. She suddenly bursts into a fit of giggles, her shoulders shaking as she lowers her face into Namjoo’s chest. At first, Namjoo is mortified, her heart sinking. Yoonji’s laugh is contagious, though, so full of joy that Namjoo can’t help but join in, her arms wrapping tightly around the smaller girl.
“Unnie, please,” Namjoo giggles, whining as Yoonji rubs her nose against her neck, endearingly affectionate. Yoonji does eventually stop laughing, her face coming up from its hiding spot. Her smile is wide, her eyes disappearing into two happy crescents with the force of it.
“I’m sorry, Angel,” Yoonji says softly, holding the side of Namjoo’s face, “I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”
“Good,” Namjoo grumbles, pouting despite the urge to laugh again, “So it isn’t a no?” Yoonji can hear the apprehension in her voice, the nerves as she takes in a shaky breath. Her smile softens, her thumb caressing Namjoo’s cheek.
“Oh, it’s very far from a no, Sweetheart,” Yoonji says, laughing again, “I don’t think there’s a universe out there where I’m not yours and you’re not mine.” Namjoo feels shy at the words, her gaze dropping down to Yoonji’s lips, her cheeks blushing.
“I like you so much, Unnie,” Namjoo says softly, nearly a whisper. Like sounds a lot like love to Namjoo in her head, her stomach twisting with the realization. Yoonji pulls Namjoo into a kiss, knocking her forehead against Namjoo’s.
“I like you too, Namjoo-yah. So, so much,” Yoonji replies, kissing her lips again, “If I’m honest, I’ve sorta been calling you my girlfriend for a while now.”
“What? Really? Then why…why didn’t you ask me out?” It was Yoonji’s turn to blush, her cheeks and tips of her ears turning a soft pink. She sighs, closing her eyes.
“I didn’t want to pressure you into something you may not have wanted. I have feelings for you, but I also know that I’m the first woman you’ve ever dated. I wanted to give you room to explore elsewhere, if that’s what you wanted. It can take time to figure shit out, I just wanted you to be sure.”
“Unnie, if I’m sure of anything in my life right now, it’s you,” Namjoo says, leaning into the kiss Yoonji, “It feels a little insane to say, but it’s true. I’m so happy when I’m with you. There isn’t anyone else I’d rather be with than you.” Yoonji giggles to herself, her smile lighting up all the dark parts of Namjoo’s heart, all the fear, the uncertainty being swept away. Yoonji pulls her back in for another kiss, the taste sweet, lingering.
“Fucked you so good that I became your girlfriend,” Yoonji teases, laughing when Namjoo pinches her side, “that’s a first for me.”
“Maybe even your last,” Namjoo replies, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around in a maddening mess at the thought.
“Definitely my last,” Yoonji replies, nipping at her lip teasingly. She licks into Namjoo’s mouth, moaning softly as Namjoo rolls her hips upward, arousal slowly building, burning low in her gut. Yoonji grinds down in return, her breath hitching as the toy moves against her clit again, “Wanna’ go again? I need to show my girlfriend how good I am at making her cum.” Namjoo’s smile is soft despite the clench of her stomach, the arousal burning brighter.
“I’d love nothing more.”
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