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The people that run the KBS Youtube channel really needed a fucking raise. At least that’s what Yunjin thinks.
Because it hasn’t even been that long since the show ended—really only a couple of hours, if even that—and right there on the frontpage of their YouTube profile is already an HD Kazuha,
with her HD haircut,
and her HD dark blue contacts,
staring right into Yunjin’s soul.
A little gleam of highlight in her makeup, perfectly curated to look lightly sweaty under the stage lights. A wisp of hair, curling gorgeously across her eye. Just the right amount of unruly without being untidy. She looks attractive. So attractive. So incredibly, stupidly, insanely attractive. She looks like she smells so good. Like expensive cologne and piles of money she’ll spend on you. The sharp angles of her nose and jaw. Soft, colored lips.
Yunjin bites her lip from her spot on her own bed, sucking faintly on it while staring at the thumbnail on her phone. She wants to kiss that pretty little mouth, so hard and so thirsty it goes puffy and flushes red. She wants to see the sweat drip. She wants to watch the hair stick to Kazuha’s forehead when she does that thing where she pushes her hips into Yunjin’s, and her abs tighten, and her thighs shake, and her eyes shut, and her brows screw together; and she’s groaning soft and deep, and she’s holding Yunjin’s waist, and there’s bruises and there’s hickeys, and she’s so overwhelmed with pleasure she nearly breaks.
It’s just not fair.
It’s not fair that:
A) Kazuha is so fucking fine,
B) Yunjin can’t do anything about Kazuha being so fucking fine—at least not when they’re in public, which is literally and precisely where it counts!—and
C) She has to share Kazuha with the whole fucking world online.
Which is exactly how she ends up in her current predicament, scrolling through endless thirst tweets that pertain to the Japanese girl.
fuck that microphone IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME | 7.1k likes
can she thrust into me like that?!?!?! | 9k likes
#NEEDTHAT | 3k likes
kazuha please i will literally birth your children…. | 12k likes
Yunjin huffs and grumbles something incoherent and moody, feeling petulant and squirmy in a way that has half-to-do with all these comments, and half-to-do with a few trickles of sticky arousal that will not leave her alone.
Irritation and horniness. What a wonderful and lovely and downright delightful combination.
Yunjin always became a little bit of a brat when she was jealous. Which is funny, because she had never really considered herself the possessive type in her relationships. But it was different when you were dating Nakamura Kazuha.
(Dating? Hooking up with? Whatever the label is for fucking and cuddling and sharing breakfast and having chocolate in bed and whispering giggly conversations at 3am and hearing Kazuha’s sleepy good morning, baby, all mumbly and croaky, because it’s too early and she barely has her eyes open, and she hasn’t yet remembered that she’s supposed to call Yunjin unnie. Not when Yunjin is wrapped up so snugly and so perfectly in her arms. And it’s too early for Yunjin to remember that maybe they’re being too risky. That she could accidentally leave her sleep shorts at the foot of Kazuha’s bed and it’ll be spotted by a fan during a Weverse live. Or that she could forget to take off Kazuha’s sweatshirt and not realize it until the picture is already posted onto her story.
Maybe they’re being too risky. Maybe. But Kazuha is so warm and so cute and her morning voice is so aghsdfbskjefjwe that it’s making Yunjin’s tummy flip and flutter and scramble, and so she just lets them be.)
But anyways.
Yes. Yunjin was never the jealous type until she met Kazuha. Because that’s Nakamura Kazuha—all sexy and puppy-eyed and with muscles for absolute days, and—
Well, yeah. That’s hers.
That’s mine, Yunjin thinks. Really it’s that simple.
But simplicity doesn’t always translate, apparently. And it’s not like she can exactly do anything to crack down on the fact that it’s her who gets to lick Kazuha’s abs and hear her whispery goodnights, and so instead she’s forced to do this. As in, act like a total fucking brat. Especially when Kazuha was still stuck at work, having some last-minute meeting about her upcoming article in Spur magazine.
Yunjin huffs again, feeling neglected and whiny about it in a way that only Kazuha could deal with. She scrolls further down her timeline, skimming a few more tweets.
raw. next question | 4.7k likes
no protection, no lube. on the bed on the couch on the floor on the counter, against the wall. in the bathroom in the shower in the car. until the walls are melting, until the neighbors have to move out | 2.3k likes
idc if the strap fake i said nut in me!!!! | 5.6k likes
zuha p-please be gentle… it’s so big | 1.7k likes
Yunjin takes screenshot after screenshot, opening up her messages to send them all to Kazuha.
Because she wants attention. And what Yunjin wants, Yunjin gets. Especially when it had to do with Nakamura fucking Kazuha.
11:50 pm
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yunjin: lol
Almost immediately, Kazuha is typing.
11:50pm
kazuha: hello to you too, unnie
Yunjin juggles her head slowly. What to do, what to do.
Oh, just kidding. She already knows, of course.
11:51 pm
yunjin: go say hello to one of your other hoes
11:51 pm
yunjin: since they seem to love you sm
11:52 pm
kazuha: ???????
11:52 pm
yunjin: one of them apparently
even knows how big your dick is
yunjin: that’s cute
yunjin: you two should fuck again
yunjin: 😂
11:52 pm
kazuha: baby
kazuha: why are you even looking
at those tweets rn???
11:53 pm
yunjin: because it beats looking
at the video of your cover, which
was only making me horny
yunjin: and you’re not fucking here
to take care of it
yunjin: so now i’m just annoyed
11:53 pm
kazuha: mm
kazuha: you were watching my video?
11:53 pm
yunjin: obviously
11:53 pm
kazuha: and what did you think?
11:54 pm
yunjin: don’t try to act all coy now
yunjin: you know i loved it
yunjin: even backstage, when i
was with the members
yunjin: i told you you killed it, which you did
yunjin: what i didn’t tell you is
that i wanted you to fuck me
right then and there
11:54 pm
kazuha: oh my
kazuha: wow
kazuha: gosh i’m blushing sjdsldkfs
kazuha: unnieeeee
kazuha: don’t say things like that
11:55 pm
yunjin: like what?
Yunjin pulls up a picture of Kazuha from tonight. Blue velvet suit and smooth skin.
11:55 pm
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yunjin: you look so fucking good, zuha
yunjin: i want u to bend me over
yunjin: make me cry
yunjin: get me pregnant
yunjin: pls
11:56 pm
kazuha: so you come in here
about to cuss me out over some
thirst tweets you saw abt me
kazuha: and now you’re drooling
over me and asking me to rail you
kazuha: basically
11:56 pm
yunjin: yes
yunjin: yk now that i think about it,
i kinda get some of the tweets
yunjin: like yes i want it raw. yes i want
you to cum inside me
11:56 pm
kazuha: you’re insane
11:56 pm
yunjin: ok so you hate me
11:56 pm
kazuha: so dramatic
kazuha: pretty girl
kazuha: you know i’m crazy about you
kazuha: and i love it when ur insane
kazuha: you’re hot when you’re jealous
11:57 pm
yunjin: so i’m ugly at every other time?
11:57 pm
kazuha: no!!!!!!! wtf!!!!
kazuha: that’s not what i meant omg
kazuha: you’re putting words in my mouth
11:57 pm
yunjin: why don’t u put something
else in my mouth then😂
11:58 pm
kazuha: here we go again
kazuha: you are a sex-crazed goddess
11:58 pm
yunjin: oh don’t act so innocent
yunjin: you’re fucking insatiable, too
yunjin: remember LA during our tour
yunjin: you almost put me in a wheelchair
11:58 pm
kazuha: guilty ☺️
kazuha: but can you blame me???
kazuha: you literally bent over in front of everybody
kazuha: ass out and everything
kazuha: the clip was all over twitter and tiktok,
and people were absolutely feral
kazuha: i had to remind u of ur place
kazuha: plus you’re just so hot
kazuha: i can’t help it if i wanna have sex
with my hot girlfriend!!!!!
kazuha: 🤓
11:59 pm
yunjin: god you’re such a loser
yunjin: i want u so bad
11:59 pm
kazuha: :p
kazuha: i want u more
11:59 pm
yunjin: i’ve GOT to fuck you
11:59 pm
kazuha: i thought you wanted it the other way around?
12:00 am
yunjin: mhm
yunjin: fuck, zuha… i can’t
stop watching the video of you
yunjin: looking at ur hips and
imagining you fucking me like that
12:00 am
kazuha: yunjin.
kazuha: fuck, baby
kazuha: please don’t start this
12:00 am
yunjin: you’re always so deep inside me…
yunjin: i get that little bulge in my tummy
that you love to touch
yunjin: and you can feel yourself sliding in and out
12:02 am
kazuha: yunjin
kazuha: unnie
kazuha: sdjfnwedvjksek
kazuha: please
12:03 am
yunjin: mm
yunjin: you like that, don’t you zuzu?
yunjin: i’m letting my sweet little dongsaeng
fuck me, and not only that but she’s so big
i can barely fucking breathe
yunjin: you like being the younger one
and making your unnie take it
12:03 am
kazuha: fuck oh my god
kazuha: fuck fuck fuck
kazuha: fuck you.
kazuha: you’re so evil for this, unnie
12:03 am
yunjin: <3
yunjin: i’m so wet, baby
yunjin: i’m touching myself
yunjin: i wish it was you :(
12:04 am
kazuha: yunjin…
kazuha: unnie please…
kazuha: you’re driving me insane
kazuha: you know i’m still at work…
kazuha: i’m around people
12:04 am
yunjin: so then you better make sure
they don’t see this
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Maybe she is a little evil. Maybe. The picture she sends Kazuha surely says so.
It’s of her in bed right now, shirt pushed up so she’s topless. There’s a faint streak of something wet painted across her flat stomach. And then again a small patch of it on the valley of her breasts. The photo cuts off before it can get to her full face, so only her mouth is visible. Pearly-white teeth holding the hem of her shirt between them, her plump lips dark and shiny, as if she’d just licked them. Her thumb, coated in what can only be assumed is a mix of spit and her own wetness, pushes gently into her bottom lip, fingers dangling lazily.
12:04 am
yunjin: thinking about how you
were blushing when i said
i wanted you to fuck me backstage
yunjin: i would even let you fuck me
in some hall closet
yunjin: maybe you like that too
yunjin: like the thought of me being
yours to use, whenever u want
Silence, for a minute. For two. Yunjin rolls her eyes, feeling like the spotlight of attention is slipping out of her fingers and needing to yank it back.
12:10 am
yunjin: ok just ignore me
Another minute or two of nothing. Then her phone chimes.
12:12 am
kazuha: i wasn’t ignoring you!!!!!
kazuha: i had to excuse myself
kazuha: oh my fucking god
kazuha: i’m in the bathroom
kazuha: i’ve been trying to calm down
kazuha: fuck
kazuha: fuuucckkkkk
kazuha: yunjin oh my fucking god
kazuha: i’m so wet
kazuha: you’re so fucking hot
kazuha: and so fucking demanding
12:13 am
yunjin: come here and i’ll help you
feel better, zuzu
yunjin: i wanna suck u off
yunjin: and then i want u to fuck me
yunjin: please fuck me
yunjin: i need you so bad
yunjin: i’ll do anything
12:14 am
kazuha: fuck it
kazuha: i’m calling manager-nim
and telling him i don’t feel well
12:14 am
yunjin: hurry up and get here, baby
yunjin: before i get myself off and
fall asleep
12:14 am
kazuha: don’t you fucking dare
kazuha: you started this, so you’re
gonna finish this, too
kazuha: i’ll wake you up if i have to
12:15 am
yunjin: that’s hot
yunjin: use me in my sleep
12:15 am
kazuha: you’re unbelievable
12:15 am
yunjin: you love it
12:16 am
kazuha: that i do
kazuha: i’m omw
12:16 am
yunjin: i’ll be waiting <3
Yunjin puts her phone down, a delighted little smirk on her face.
I win.
**
She doesn’t know what she was expecting. But whatever it was—it definitely wasn’t Kazuha knocking on her door.
Knocking on her door and standing there, still in her blue suit from the show.
Oh my.
“What the fuck.” Yunjin says, eyes nearly bulging as they trail hungrily up and down Kazuha’s body.
“Hello to you too,” Kazuha parrots from earlier, a mocking little smile on her face. She leans, propped on her forearm, against the doorway.
“What the fuck.” Yunjin repeats. Her jaw feels slack and her mouth wet.
“You already said that.” Kazuha replies coyly, pressing the tip of her tongue to the corner of her lip and blatantly ogling Yunjin’s cleavage. She smirks, smugness only deepening when Yunjin hooks her fingers into the belt loops of Kazuha’s suit pants and tugs slightly. “Why do you seem so surprised to see me?”
“I’m not.” Yunjin responds, fingertips grazing the buttons of Kazuha’s waistcoat. “But I didn’t think you’d still be in your suit.”
Kazuha shrugs one shoulder. “Didn’t have time to change before the meeting.” She explains casually. “Now are you gonna invite me in or what?”
“What are you, a vampire?” Yunjin jeers back, but she opens the door wider and pulls Kazuha in by her belt loops.
In the confined and all-too-familiar space of Yunjin’s room, the atmosphere immediately shifts.
Kazuha kicks the door shut behind her, grabbing Yunjin by the waist and pulling her in. Already the younger girl can’t help but let out a soft groan, Yunjin’s hand having found its place along the curve of Kazuha’s neck before coiling itself into her hair.
They fall to a tangled mess onto Yunjin’s desk chair, Kazuha sitting with Yunjin on her lap as they make out.
The older girl moans, low and soft from the bottom of her throat, tongue and mouth rumbling against Kazuha’s. Kazuha whines, teeth scraping Yunjin’s lip as she pulls away, chest heaving.
Her kiss-swollen mouth is hot on the thin skin of Yunjin’s neck.
“A vampire, huh?” Kazuha says, her voice this raspy and strained whisper like she’s been yelling all night. Her breaths, labored and thick, brush faintly across Yunjin’s pulse line. She puts her lips to it, opening up her mouth and pressing her tongue wetly on the spot.
She drags it for a second, before retracting. “Do you want me to be?” She smiles cockily, angling her head slightly and pressing the flat edges of her teeth to Yunjin’s neck. She bites down softly, holding the tendon there and then sucking faintly.
Yunjin moans, sweet and squeaky, eyes fluttering shut at the sensation of her skin rolling in Kazuha’s mouth. Her heartbeat quite literally between Kazuha’s teeth.
“Depends. Would the company make you switch groups to join Enhypen?” She tries to poke fun, but there’s barely any air beneath it and it’s more of a breathy whine than an insult.
Kazuha kisses the spot she just sucked on. “Please don’t bring up your ex when we’re about to fuck.”
Yunjin rolls her eyes. “He’s not my fucking ex,” she growls. “And you know that. I don’t even know where that rumor came from. Jay and I have barely ever talked.”
“Tell that to everybody else,” Kazuha murmurs, bad-tempered and moody at the thought of anyone else with Yunjin. Her hands drag down to Yunjin’s hips and she squeezes possessively.
Yunjin hooks her finger under Kazuha’s chin, scooping her up so the younger girl looks at her.
“You know I only have eyes for you, Zuha.” She says, noticing, also, that Kazuha still has her blue contacts in. “I was just teasing because of their whole vampire concept. At least if you were there it’d actually be hot. When it’s just guys, it’s kinda corny.”
“It is.” Kazuha says, knowing she is speaking from a place that is petty and a little mean and not her usual self at all. But fuck it. She doesn’t really care right now.
She dips down and kisses Yunjin’s neck again, moaning softly at the gentle tug Yunjin gives her hair. The older girl starts grinding into Kazuha slowly, small whimpers falling from her lips.
“I wonder if Jay ever thought you were falling over for him like all his little fangirls.” The Japanese girl pretends to muse, her lips ghosting the column of Yunjin’s throat. “When, in reality, you were riding my face every night.”
Yunjin tugs a little harder on Kazuha’s hair in response, smiling deviously.
“Mm, yeah. I remember how much you loved that little fantasy of ours.” She says, voice breathy and thin from the way she’s still grinding. “When I’d pretend he was really my ex so that you’d get mad and fuck some sense into me. Telling me how I’m yours.”
“Because you are.” Kazuha replies, moving her kisses to trail the line of Yunjin’s jaw.
She flicks her tongue across the skin there, briefly, before kissing Yunjin hotly.
“You belong to me, Yunjin.” She mumbles against her lips.
Yunjin smirks, whining into Kazuha’s slightly-open mouth.
“There she is.” She breathes, dragging the tip of her nail down Kazuha’s throat mindlessly. “There’s my jealous girl.”
Kazuha rolls her eyes. “I’m not jealous.”
“Yes, you are.” Yunjin argues. “And you have two different types of jealous. You get adorable-jealous, which is where you get sad and go quiet and shut down. And then you get hot-jealous, which is where you get angry and start touching me more and then start saying things like this.”
Kazuha smiles into the hollow of Yunjin’s throat, making work of kissing and sucking there. All puffy lips and soft teeth. “You have labels for my jealousy now?”
“I just think it’s cute how it changes you—” Yunjin pauses mid-sentence, breath hitching when her clit catches particularly-nicely on a ridge of muscle on Kazuha’s clothed thigh. Her eyelashes flutter, cheeks flushed this pretty shade of pink.
“You’re normally so shy, sometimes even when it’s just us. But when you’re in the mood, you can be demonic. And I like to think it’s because of me.” Yunjin curses softly as Kazuha’s mouth finds the top of her cleavage, kissing it wetly while her hand pushes Yunjin’s shirt up. “I like seeing the effect I have on you.”
“Don’t think it’s because of you. It is because of you.” Kazuha vindicates, that throbby, slowly-unbearable ache between her hips only growing as her lips brush across Yunjin’s nipple, about to suck on it. “I can’t even explain the things you do to me, Yunjin…”
“And that’s what I wish everybody fucking knew—shit,” Yunjin gasps, arching into the feeling of Kazuha’s wet tongue on her tits.
She moans, whiny and impatient. Her hands drag down the back of Kazuha’s neck.
“Maybe then,” she fights to get the words out through her haze of pleasure. “If people knew, they’d stop spewing their horny bullshit online.” She pushes Kazuha’s suit jacket slightly off her shoulders.
Kazuha pulls away, a smile on her wet and sticky mouth; breathless, turned-on, and endeared. Her eyelashes flutter, a little moan of pleasure pulling from her as Yunjin leans down and teeths at Kazuha’s bare shoulder. Biting on the soft muscle.
Her hand curls harder into Yunjin’s hip, thumb nestled in the crook of it. “You’re the most jealous woman I know.”
“So you know other women?” Yunjin turns the tides, tongue pressing near the outside of Kazuha’s tricep.
Kazuha heaves a breathless little laugh, basking in Yunjin’s playful temper before it inevitably takes a turn that includes a lot less laughing and a lot more whimpering from the two of them.
“I do.” The Japanese girl replies. “But none of them do to me what you do.”
“Which is…?” Yunjin sits up, thumb following the movement and tracing the gentle shape of Kazuha’s Adam's apple.
Kazuha presses in closer, mouth set in a smug little grin. “Kiss me and find out.”
And her voice is flirty and thick and throaty from the nighttime, and Yunjin really just can’t help herself or stay away, not that she’s ever really tried or wanted to. And so she mirrors the younger girl’s grin and closes the gap, kissing her.
Kazuha kisses back, doing the rare thing of holding Yunjin by the back of her head, fingers tangled into long brown locks.
It makes Yunjin whimper, head already quite spinny, like when she drank wine. Kazuha only did that when she felt like she needed to prove her point. Her hand and her touch was saying Mine. Mine mine mine, I’m gonna show you how you’re mine. You better not have forgotten.
The mention of Jay must have done that to her. Now she was still jealous. Now she was gonna make Yunjin remember who’s the only one that could ever get her off.
Kazuha hooks her arm under Yunjin’s thighs, making sure she’s stable before standing up and walking them the few steps over to Yunjin’s bed.
Yunjin falls onto it first, her back hitting the mattress and her mouth sadly leaving Kazuha’s with a sticky slip. With her shirt still halfway-pushed up, sleep shorts undoubtedly ruined and neck already spotted with faint marks, Yunjin can’t even begin to explain what she feels seeing Kazuha standing over her, in that fucking blue suit.
Her blazer hangs loosely, shoulder still wet and slightly pink from Yunjin’s mouth. There is a faint red line on her throat and collarbone. A wet and sticky patch on her thigh from Yunjin’s grinding, and her dark blue eyes are hooded and intense.
She looks tall. And rich. And so fucking sexy Yunjin has to bite her lip and squeeze her thighs together just from looking at her, and she grabs her by the lapels of her blazer and yanks her in, because she can’t take it anymore.
Kazuha grins, egotistical more than anything, and then kisses Yunjin again.
“Baby.” She murmurs, feeling impatient and making work of tugging Yunjin’s shorts and underwear halfway down her thighs. “I’m not gonna last very long. You’ve been working me up for like the past hour.”
“Me neither,” Yunjin reassures her, unbuttoning Kazuha’s suit pants and pulling down her zipper. “God, I feel like I’ve been barely holding myself together since I saw your fucking performance from backstage.”
Kazuha smiles again, way too confident right now, but fuck it’s so hot. She helps Yunjin pull her suit pants slightly down her hips.
She kisses the older girl again, running her hand down Yunjin’s throat until it reaches her tummy and she adds a bit of pressure there.
“Touch yourself.”
Yunjin’s fingers nearly curl at the words. Kazuha’s tone leaves no room for argument, but still…
It was always a little fun to push.
“Zuha…” The brunette whimpers. “Please…”
Kazuha’s gaze is smoky. Hungry like an animal, with her smile looking just as dangerous.
“You told me you were touching yourself. So show me.”
Yunjin blushes, deep and real. There was a bit of humiliation in this; that’s what made it so hot. But having to fuck herself when Kazuha was right here and could do it a million times better was straight-up torture.
“Baby…” She tries again, attempting to appeal to the softer side of her lover.
“Show me now, Yunjin.” Kazuha doesn’t relent. “Or you can forget about me touching you at all.”
“Fuck.” Yunjin whines, the reaction immediate to such a terrible punishment. “No. Fuck. Okay, I’m sorry.”
She pushes her hand between her own thighs, moaning softly and then blushing even deeper at the sound, while her fingers toy with herself, rubbing at her clit.
Her eyes flutter, hips instinctively rising and her back arching to chase after the stimulation. She presses the tip of her finger to her entrance, never quite actually pushing past it but just teasing. She surrenders, letting herself slip to that foggy land of fantasy and pleasure. Her senses heighten with the knowledge of Kazuha watching her, her desire soaring.
“Zuha…” She moans, because it’s always Kazuha who is in her daydreams, anyway. And it’s who she’s imagining right now, even though the real one is right in front of her.
Kazuha in a bikini. Kazuha with a pink-tipped cock. Kazuha covered in car grease. Kazuha in a school uniform and glasses.
Kazuha, Kazuha, Kazuha.
Yunjin rubs her clit a little faster, breath hitching and a high-strung moan falling from her. “Fuck me…” She begs the Kazuha inside her head. “Please…”
Her back keeps arching. Her chest is this rosy, flushed color and her stomach trembles against Kazuha’s hand.
The Japanese girl watches, moaning quietly and completely captivated. Her pupils are blown and breaths shallow, her hips rutting subconsciously. Desire swims all over her, a thick restlessness rattling her. Yunjin’s breath is broken. Shaking. She looks so far-gone, eyes closed and hairline sweaty. Fucking herself and imagining it’s Kazuha the whole time, and Kazuha feels like she’s about to fucking pass out or explode at the sight of it all.
“Shit, Yunjin.” She curses in a low moan. “You’re so fucking hot. Fuck.”
She tugs her suit pants farther down her legs and follows it up with her underwear.
She leans down, pressing a brief and hot kiss to Yunjin’s swollen mouth.
“Keep touching yourself.” She demands, moving up the brunette’s body and settling with her knees on either side of Yunjin’s face.
She lowers herself, pressing her wet cunt to Yunjin’s equally-wet mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” she moans. Her head falls back and her eyes roll, hand tangling itself into Yunjin’s hair to hold her in place.
Yunjin moans into her, whimpering like she’s the one getting eaten out right now.
“Baby…” Kazuha mewls. “Oh my god.”
She tightens her grip in Yunjin’s hair, rutting against the older girl’s mouth. She thrusts her hips just like she did during her performance. Slow and hard and sharp.
She moans, feeling her clit slip between Yunjin’s teeth and out of her mouth, bumping softly against her nose. There’s spit and there’s drool and Yunjin’s sucking and slurping like it’s all she’s ever wanted. And her eyelashes are fanned out on her flushed cheeks and it’s all so warm, and Kazuha can’t believe it’s all hers.
“Yunjin… fuck,” she curses again. “Such a perfect mouth.”
She pulls herself off, whimpering at the sticky string of spit that exists for a second. Yunjin tries to catch her breath, eyes finally fluttering open and all sparkly, dazed, and wanting.
Kazuha smiles at her, breathless and praising. She kisses her, the pad of her thumb worming its way in and tugging gently at Yunjin’s bottom lip.
The Japanese girl pulls away, staring in a daze at the sight. Yunjin under her, cheeks red and mouth glossy from Kazuha’s pussy. Hickeys on her tits and fingers sticky from her own mess. Her big, brown doe-eyes begging silently. Looking at Kazuha like that.
She looks so pretty that Kazuha wants to ruin her.
She tugs at the older girl’s mouth again.
“Open.” She mumbles.
Yunjin does, letting her tongue poke out a little bit, and Kazuha spits onto it.
Yunjin closes her mouth, chest burning with a furious humiliation while she whimpers and swallows.
“Good girl, unnie.” Kazuha praises, holding Yunjin by the base of the throat and kissing her again.
Yunjin responds, arching up into the younger girl and making out with her hungrily, practically begging with her tongue.
“Zuha…” She mewls, her wrist already tired and sore. Thighs tense and muscles burning up from how she’s been stopping herself from tipping over into an orgasm. “Please...”
Kazuha licks a stripe across the swell of Yunjin’s breast, mouth about to close around her nipple.
“Shut up.” She whispers, tongue swirling and teeth scraping.
Yunjin moans, hands blindly pulling at Kazuha’s waistcoat.
Kazuha pulls away for a second and practically rips her own blazer off, the muscles of her arms all sweaty and hot.
She gets back to Yunjin’s tits, sucking for a little more. She takes all the time in the world, drinking up Yunjin’s whines like it’s nectar and she’s a butterfly.
She moans as she rolls her tongue around Yunjin’s nipple, leaving it thickly wet and pink. The skin around it splotches with a small hickey.
“Kazuha…” Yunjin whimpers.
Kazuha keeps trailing down, tongue dipping into Yunjin’s belly button.
“I thought I told you to shut up, angel.” The Japanese girl whispers, taunting with no real threat behind it at all. She kisses the swell of Yunjin’s flat lower belly and sits up a little.
She sits back on her knees, tugging Yunjin’s shorts and underwear all the way off. Then she folds over and hooks her arm around Yunjin’s thigh, holding it open so she can press a wet kiss to the junction of her hip.
She makes a point of dragging it out, kissing sloppily and messily along the inside of Yunjin’s thigh until it’s nice and wet. Flushed and warm to the touch.
Kazuha lets the flesh slip out of her mouth with a faint and sticky pop. She straightens out, sitting up so she can push her own pants and underwear down to her calves.
Yunjin takes advantage of the position, reaching out to undo the buttons of Kazuha’s waistcoat so it hangs open, pale abs on full display.
Yunjin fucking whimpers.
“Stay still.” Kazuha says. Her voice is slightly rough around the edges and, paired with the way her fingers are strong and have a brutal hold on Yunjin’s thigh, Yunjin nearly moans.
The younger girl presses her puffy clit to the wet patch on Yunjin’s inner thigh, dragging slowly as if to test it.
She murmurs a soft groan, her throat tilting up to the sky.
Yunjin presses her head into the pillows, biting back an embarrassing, loud moan.
“Zuha…” She pleads.
Kazuha rolls her hips into Yunjin again, less experimental this time and with much more intent. Then again. And again. Sharp, hard thrusts.
Just like the video. Just like onstage.
“Fuck, Yunjin…” Kazuha moans, her nails digging into Yunjin’s soft flesh. Her whimpers are deep and half-choked. “God, you feel so good.”
Yunjin whines at the praise, needing more. More more more. More praise, more of Kazuha. Always more of Kazuha. She could never get enough.
She runs her fingertips up Kazuha’s flexed abs, nearly drooling just at the sight of them. She feels weakened by everything in front of her. Kazuha’s sweaty muscles, her dark eyes; the way she’s thrusting her hips so hard it rocks Yunjin’s entire body, and her whimpery groans that fill the stuffy bedroom. The air feels hot and filled with sex. Dripping with their combined desire.
“Baby…” Yunjin begs. She can barely breathe. Can barely think.
“Shut up.” Kazuha says again, sweat dripping down her neck and her thighs trembling. “If I’m gonna fuck you backstage like you want, you’re gonna need to learn how to shut up. Unless you want everybody to know you’re bending over for your precious little dongsaeng.”
Yunjin whines. There was dirty talk, and then there was dirty talk coming from Nakamura fucking Kazuha. Sweet-eyed. Smiley. Gorgeous and angelic Kazuha.
“Please,” the older girl swallows, a thick moan in her throat. She feels hazy from how close Kazuha is to her cunt. So, so close and yet not close enough. She can feel the wetness smearing. Feel the ghost of Kazuha’s saliva-coated tongue or her sticky cunt slipping into hers.
“And you also talked about how bad you want me to get you pregnant?” Kazuha mocks, this taunting and breathless little smile on her face.
She leans down, still thrusting harshly into Yunjin. She kisses the brunette, teeth nearly clashing and tongues brushing hot and hard on each other.
Kazuha pulls away, keeping their mouths close together, just barely apart.
“Does that turn you on, baby?” She whispers. “You like the thought of me coming inside you?”
Yunjin’s eyes roll back, a squirmy and humiliating feeling washing over her.
“Yes…” She admits. “I love it, Zuha…”
Kazuha groans softly, breath starting to hitch and waver in that way that signaled she was close.
“Tell me.” She says, croaky and demanding. “Say it again. Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it so fucking bad, Zuha.” Yunjin whimpers. “I want you to come inside me. I wanna feel you fill me up. Fuck, I want you to come all over me whenever and wherever you want. In my throat, on my tits. All over my face.”
Kazuha stutters, all her muscles tightening at once as she’s about to come.
“Fuck,” she whines, breathing heavy and violent.
Yunjin doesn’t stop.
She licks the shell of Kazuha’s ear.
“Imagine it dripping down my face, baby.” She whispers, seductive and innocent at the same time. “Onto my tits so you can swipe it and make me suck you to clean it off.”
“Oh my god,” Kazuha chokes out.
The image does it for her. She heaves a heavy, loud moan, pushing her hips one last time into Yunjin and then coming hard.
Yunjin helps her through it, kissing and sucking on Kazuha’s neck while she comes down. Her pulse jumps violently against Yunjin’s tongue, beating a rhythm that feels a lot like Yunjin’s initials.
Kazuha’s face relaxes and her eyes flutter open, the tip of her nose brushing Yunjin’s. She looks into the older girl’s eyes.
Yunjin whines, trying but failing to not be selfish right now. Her hips rise slightly off the bed, still searching for that touch she hasn’t yet gotten.
“Zuha…” She nearly sobs. “Please, baby…”
Kazuha gives her a lopsided and breathless smile, reaching out to push some of Yunjin’s hair behind her ear.
“Such a good girl for me, unnie.” She praises softly, still sounding raspy and choked-up from her orgasm.
She presses her forehead to Yunjin’s, not looking away from her as she snakes her hand between them and finally, finally gives Yunjin what she wants.
Yunjin nearly breaks and comes apart all at once, only half a second in. Her breath catches and her neck arches, chest rising up and down with labored and shaky breaths.
“Kazuha,” she moans. “Fuck. Fuck me. Just like that.”
Kazuha moans softly at the sight of Yunjin already coming so undone. She works her fingers in and out of Yunjin slowly, thumb pressing into her clit.
“You’re so wet, unnie.” The younger girl murmurs. “God…” It makes her head spin.
Yunjin kisses her, fingernails clawing at Kazuha’s abs.
“All for you…” She whispers, words melting and bleeding into a moan when Kazuha curls her fingers inside. “Fuck, you fuck me so good. Th-Thank you…”
Kazuha grins cockily at the politeness, knowing Yunjin is making a spectacle of it.
She tilts forward, almost kissing Yunjin but then withholding it on purpose.
“You’re so beautiful…” She dotes. “And such a slut.”
Yunjin bucks her hips.
“Do you like it?” She bites her lip. “Do you like me when I’m a slut?”
Kazuha scrapes her front teeth on Yunjin’s bottom lip.
“I like you all the time.” She mumbles. “I’m obsessed with you, Yunjin.”
Yunjin would blush if she wasn’t being fucked so thoroughly by Kazuha’s fingers right now.
All she can do is whimper in response, feeling her orgasm on the tips of her toes.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.” She warns.
“Come for me.” Kazuha speeds up her thrusts, pressing into Yunjin’s clit a little harder. “I wanna feel you come all over my fingers.”
Yunjin moans at the dirty words, hands curling on either side of Kazuha’s waist to hold on. She ruts her hips up to meet Kazuha’s thrusts. And it builds and builds and builds, this unshakeable hot feeling. This coil that doesn’t stop unraveling.
She looks into Kazuha’s eyes, their foreheads still pressed together. The Japanese girl looks hungry and possessive, yet pleading and loving, all at the same time. And Yunjin can’t breathe. At Kazuha’s stare. At the intimacy of this moment.
Her orgasm crashes into her with full force, making her this breathless, melty, dizzy mess.
Kazuha watches her, completely enchanted by the sight of Yunjin falling apart. She brushes her lips across Yunjin’s cheekbone. Murmurs sweet words and kisses her whimpers away.
The two of them lay there, trying to catch their breaths.
Kazuha slips her fingers out gently and leans in to kiss Yunjin softly.
“I think that’s the fastest I’ve ever finished.” The older girl says, as they pull away.
“I don’t blame you. I’m surprised you even lasted that long.” Kazuha replies, rubbing soothing patterns into Yunjin’s hip. “I really made you work for it, baby.”
Yunjin makes a sleepy, satisfied sound. “I liked it.” She says. “I love it when you get like that.”
Kazuha snorts. “Yeah, that’s because you’re a brat.”
Yunjin grins, shrugging with a bit of guilt. “Oh well. It’s just so fun.”
Kazuha smiles; that real, big, adorable smile. Then she giggles softly, shaking her head in tandem.
“Unnie,” she says. “I think I should go get a change of clothes to sleep in.”
“Oh. Right.” Yunjin replies, loosening her hold around Kazuha’s neck. “Are you coming back?”
“Duh.” Kazuha looks at her almost like she’s crazy. “When have I ever not stayed the night?” She pouts.
“Well, I don’t know!” Yunjin blushes, suddenly feeling a little flustered. “I mean, we haven’t really talked about whatever this is.” She gestures between them.
“You’re the only person I’m fucking, if that’s what you’re asking.” Kazuha replies bluntly, more than a little amused.
“That’s not what I’m asking.” Yunjin huffs, frowning cutely.
Kazuha kisses her suddenly. Long and sweet.
“I’m crazy about you, Yunjin.” The younger girl whispers. “You and only you. You know that.”
Yunjin pouts, puppy eyes on Kazuha.
“You know, you called me your girlfriend over text earlier, but you’ve never actually asked me out.” She plays with the buttons of Kazuha’s waistcoat.
“You’re right. I’d better change that,” Kazuha replies, bending down to kiss Yunjin again. “But I need to make it perfect, okay? Just trust me.”
Yunjin smiles. “Okay, okay.” She relents.
Kazuha mirrors her, kissing the brunette and smiling into it. She pulls away and scurries off to get her pajamas then comes back and changes, deciding to shower in the morning.
When she leans over Yunjin for a goodnight kiss, with that soft smile and even softer eyes, Yunjin feels like she is the sun eclipsing, with Kazuha as her moon.
Kazuha, her moon: Quiet. Shy until the sun comes along.
Beautiful.