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The shouts and laughter of Jinsol and Lily bickering and chasing each other echoed through the hotel room, making it impossible for anyone who would also happen to be in said room to fully relax.
Haewon closes her eyes and lets her head fall against the bed frame, admitting defeat against the headache settling into her skull. She didn't even bother telling the girls to shut it. She had been laser focused on her leader responsibilities all day, making sure everyone was in the best condition, always doing their best to end up with the best results. Now, all she wanted was to relax and decompress.
Today had been rough. This whole month had been.
With the group and individual schedules getting crazier, forcing her to survive off caffeine and two hours of sleep a day, she had basically had no time for herself, let alone time to spend in private with Lily.
Well, tonight was supposed to be their moment. NMIXX was on tour and so as per usual, Haewon would room with Lily, enjoying a healing yet romantic and passionate night in each other's arms.
Now of course, that would have been too good to be true. Upon their arrival, the hotel staff quickly informed them there had been a mistake in their reservations, leaving them one room short. After some heated deliberations, it was decided Jiwoo and Kyujin would get the one bed bedroom since they had already announced a duo livestream. Which meant the four others would have to room together. Oh well. As much as she had been looking forward to some alone time with Lily, things should turn out okay, as long as Jinsol ran out of energy soon and let them all sleep.
The door to the bathroom creaked open and a freshly washed and bare-faced Yoona popped out of it, shivering in her fuzzy pink pyjama blouse and matching shorts. She sits on the edge of the bed, and to her surprise Haewon gestures at her to come closer, request she responds to not without hesitation, crawling slowly to her side. Yoona rarely got physical with her leader. Not that it was uncomfortable or unpleasant, but there had always been an unspoken distance between them. It was the way Haewon tensed up when they hugged, avoided her gaze whenever she scolded her or, after the rare occurrences of them being intimate, refused to talk about it afterwards.
''You're not participating?'' Yoona asks, eyes pointing to the other two girls, now taking pictures of each other in front of the window.
''I'm not in that kind of mood, I guess.'' Haewon replies, making space under her arm for Yoona to lay besides her and nestle against her shoulder, which she does compliantly, pleased to find her body relaxed and perfectly warm. She discreetly smiles to herself as she feels Haewon's nose brushing against the top of her head and breathing in the smell of her freshly washed hair.
''What kind of mood are you in, then?'' The younger girl asks quietly, her arm naturally wrapping around the woman's waist, fingertips landing and grazing softly at the spot of exposed skin where her shirt and pants met.
Haewon tenses up at the touch but forces herself to loosen her muscles, her own pride urging her to act as nonchalantly as possible even if the young girl's closeness was affecting her more than she wishes. Before she has the chance to answer the question, both of their attention is taken by another loud scream from Lily, who had just been pushed down on the other bed, Jinsol trying her best to pin her down despite all the kicking and squirming.
''Ya! Stop it you two, if you hurt yourself, I'm going to hear about it all day tomorrow.'' Haweon scolds, her leader instincts suddenly kicking in at the sight of her members (grown women!) playfighting like excited puppies.
Jinsol looks up, ready to throw a sassy remark back at the leader but freezes for a second, her brain taking a moment to comprehend how Haewon and Yoona were so suddenly and seemingly so naturally intermingled in bed together. The two of them cuddling, willingly? and sober? Yoona's eyes meet hers and she smiles proudly, making Jinsol's heart flutter.
''What’s with you guys? Since when are you this lovey dovey?'' The short haired girl asks teasingly.
Haewon rolls her eyes.
''You can talk all you want Bae Jinsol, look at what position you're in right now!’'
Jinsol’s cheeks heat up as she looks down to see herself fully straddling Lily, who was calmly laying there, blonde hair sprawled almost artistically around her head like a crown, admitting her defeat against the younger Korean girl. While Jinsol had no hidden motives behind her impulse to get on top of Lily, the position suddenly felt a little suggestive. But as she started to shift her weight on one leg to dismount, Lily's hands suddenly held on to her waist, bringing her down against her stomach.
''what are you doing?'' Jinsol whines, pulling on the blonde's forearms lightly to escape her grip, though it was mostly an act. The older girl laughs beautifully, head lightly throwing back in honest joy. The desire to kiss the girl hits Jinsol like a train, so sudden it catches her off guard and her face goes stiff.
''What?'' Lily asks, noticing the oh my god I'm so gay face that Jinsol was directing right at her.
Jinsol's hand reaches for her cheek, both searching in each other's eyes until Lily's gaze fell to Jinsol's lips. The innocently playfighting your bandmate to suddenly wanting to kiss them on the lips pipeline was something, and Jinsol blamed it on the fact she hadn't recently gotten the chance to kiss any of the girls besides Yoona...
Yoona.
She instinctively looks at the other bed at the thought of her lover, finding Yoona and Haewon in the exact same position as before, except for Haewon's hand slowly rubbing up and down the young girl's side, tired eyes glaring with something like curiosity mixed with possessiveness.
''Would it be okay...?'' Jinsol asks hesitantly, not really knowing if she was asking permission from Haewon or from Yoona. Not that she necessarily needed their permission to kiss Lily, I mean, it wasn't like any of them were dating, at least not really.
Jinsol doesn't even remember exactly when this- whatever was going on between all of them- all started. She remembers herself as a trainee, climbing on the top bunk and clumsily dipping her hand in Yoona's pants, delirious with ashamed want and lack of sleep. Shushing Yoona's moans with kisses so their manager wouldn't hear them. Back then, the catharsis of discovery was mixed with a heavy dose of shame, one that, she would later find, weighed even heavier on Yoona's shoulders. But then, they found out about Lily and Haewon, and their own secrets. The new revelations sparked new curiosities, which led to frustrations, jealousy and a bunch of other messy emotions that were a lot to handle for a bunch of teenagers. With the two youngest members eventually catching on to the whole ordeal, rules and boundaries were established, trust was built and a few years later, here they were, six women navigating this strange, confusing and overwhelming thing that love was.
Haewon smiles slyly at Jinsol, then at Yoona.
''What do you think Yoona? You want to watch them make out?''
Yoona nods slowly, hungry eyes wandering all over Jinsol's slender figure towering over Lily's. She was doing a pretty good job at hiding it, at least she thought so, but her mind had started drifting into dangerous territory a while ago, sometime between Haewon inviting her to cuddle and Jinsol playfully pushing Lily down on the bed.
With the other girls's explicit approval and a newly found confidence, Jinsol returns her attention to the girl patiently laying under her.
''I guess we're really doing this, huh?'' The blonde teases as the tall girl lets herself rest on top of her, capturing her mouth softly without a word.
Lily sighs into the kiss, content with Jinsol's weight grounding her, hands exploring each other in somewhat appropriate places for now. And her mouth- the tall girl was a total chaotic goofball most of the time, but it was truly fascinating how focused and precise she became whenever she really wanted to do well. She moved her lips against Lily carefully and with intention, constant with the rhythm and the pressure. It was nice, almost comforting. And very different from how Haewon would often kiss her impatiently, almost aggressive as soon as she got in the mood. As much as she was obsessed and addicted to the way Haewon made her feel, there was something about Jinsol's constancy that made her feel at ease. No wonder Yoona had such an easy time letting her in.
Jinsol separates herself to catch her breath, causing Lily to pout, already missing the contact. Her hand reaches for the tall girl's nape, urging her to kiss her again but is met with a chuckle as Jinsol dodges Lily's lips, dipping on the side to kiss her neck instead.
''Are you already that needy, unnie?'' Jinsol murmurs against the skin under her ear, amused by the way Lily arches and presses up against her with every touch of her lips.
Lily hums in return, not denying, instead throwing her head to the side to give the tall girl all the access she could want. She lets herself get lost in the moment, eyes closed as soft, moist lips press and brush all over her.
Sensing the way Lily relaxes and melts under her makes Jinsol want to get bolder, beginning to alternate the kissing with some light bites and licks across the girl's throat, earning an earnest moan that sends a shiver down her spine. She makes an effort to stay focused despite the pooling heat between her legs that was getting harder to ignore by the minute.
On the other bed, things were also getting heated, slowly but surely. Yoona had slightly shifted her position, now partially on top of Haewon, her legs on both sides of one of the leader's thighs. Her eyes were glued to Jinsol, though they were alternating between staring at her mouth attacking Lily's neck and her hand roaming and grabbing around her thigh and waist. Eventually, that hand slipped under Lily's shirt, making its way up to cup one of her breast, then squeezing.
Yoona unconsciously bites her lip at the sight, pressing herself onto Haewon's leg and ever so slightly rocking back and forth. She would never openly admit it, but watching the girl she loved giving so willingly to another made her head spin with equal part lust and frustration.
Haewon simply laid there, closely observing Yoona’s face showing less and less restraint with each slide of her hips. The girl was on top of her, practically humping her leg but completely ignoring her. It should have bothered her, but it didn't, partly because she doesn’t think she can handle eye contact with Yoona right now, but also because there's something so endearing about Yoona's adoration for Jinsol.
The two weren't always close. In fact, Yoona used to complain so much to Haewon about Jinsol being annoying and loud and immature that she got scared debuting them in the same team would simply be impossible. She worried so much back then. She wishes she could go back to that time when they all met each other, talk to her younger self and tell her everything would turn out fine. That she would debut with Lily, who happened to return her feelings. That all the girls would somehow learn to love each other in their own way. She wonders what 2018 Haewon would think if she saw them right now, the four of them giving in to each other's needs in this way. What would she think of her in bed with Yoona on top of her, watching Jinsol passionately making out with Lily, her Lily? Maybe it would send her into an immediate coma. That, or she would start sobbing out of pure relief. One or the other.
Laughter echoes through the room, taking her out of her own thoughts. Lily was now sitting up, shirt stuck halfway over her head until Jinsol forcibly pulled on it, revealing Lily's bird nest hair as well as her toned torso and small, perky breasts. Lily freezes for a moment, looking around the room and crossing her arms around her chest defensively at the sudden awkward reality of being the only topless person in a room of four.
The girls all exchange looks, eventually bursting into laughter.
''So…where were we?’’ Jinsol teases, and her hands reach for Lily's bare waist but the blonde stops her in her track.
''Wait, is this okay?'' Lily asks seriously, starting to realize what they were getting into.
This probably wasn't a good idea. Especially with the four of them being so tired and stressed out lately, jumping into a whole fourway without discussing it beforehand was not ideal. Haewon, as the strict and professional leader she aspired to be, should probably call this off. She had the authority to do so; tell them to stop this and get some rest. But Haewon was human too, and sleeping definitely wasn’t the thing she wanted to do now.
''If you guys think you'll be fine, I'm okay with it.'' She says carefully, scanning the room for everyone’s reaction. She did not want to push it, especially not on the two younger girls.
''Jinsol?'' Yoona's voice calls for the tall, short haired girl and they lock eyes, a faint smile appearing on both of their faces. ''Do you want to do this?''
''Yes.'' Jinsol breathes out immediately. ‘’I missed this. I missed you guys.’’ She pauses, seemingly lost in her thoughts for a second before her gaze returns to Yoona with a hint of concern in it.
‘’What about you? Are you okay?’’
Out of all of them, Yoona was the most delicate when it came to sex, getting easily overwhelmed and too sensitive, especially with people who weren’t Jinsol and didn’t know how to touch her without exhausting her.
Yoona nods. ''I'll say something if it gets too much.''
''With how wet you feel on my leg right now, I think you're good to go.'' Haewon teases and Yoona's face turns crimson red, burying her face in the crook of the leader's neck.
''Stop hiding and let me help you out of your shorts, yeah?'' Haewon coos, softly stroking her hair as if to apologize for her previous crass comment. She knows Yoona isn't too fond of degrading language, and her response to dirty talk had proven to be inconsistent enough that it was better to avoid it as much as possible. Yoona emerges from hiding, still heavily blushing but eyes full of need. Her pants and panties are soon tossed to the side, followed by Haewon's own clothes, and Yoona's core is finally reunited with Haewon's thigh.
''Gosh, you're so wet.'' Haewon lets out, not to tease her this time but genuinely amazed at how well she could feel the slick now that her leg was bare.
''Touch me...'' Yoona simply pleads, shakily grabbing one of Haewon's hands and guiding it between her legs. Haewon unconsciously licks her lips, unexplainably still intimidated by Yoona's naked figure. She carefully feels up her folds, spreading around the slick that had accumulated.
Yoona's eyes shut close as Haewon's fingers feel her up, gliding up and down her slit with inconsistent pressure. The touch feels a little weird and foreign, maybe because Haewon suddenly hesitates, and she can't help but jolt and shiver whenever cold fingertips come close to her clitoris.
''Yoona, you need to tell me how you want it...''The leader almost whispers, embarrassed the other two might hear.
The younger girl flutters her eyes open and looking at Haewon's expression, she realizes she was genuinely concerned.
''Why are you so worried?'' She whispers back. ''You've touched me before...''
''Yeah, it was a while ago, and I didn't make you come, so...''
''Really? I don't remember that...''
Haewon rolls her eyes at Yoona's usual nonchalant attitude.
''I know I'm not Jinsol but at least try to show me how you like it.'' She says, and her tone sounds impatient, but Yoona reads right through her insecurity.
''Okay...'' Yoona tries to think, the hands caressing her sides and lower abdomen making it hard to decide on what she wanted to say. ''I think...I'd be more relaxed if I was on my back.''
Haewon nods, immediately sitting up and flipping them, smoothly laying Yoona on her back.
''There you go. How can I please you further, your grace?''
They chuckle at the sudden incorporation of roleplay, Yoona's face scrunching up with cringe.
''She likes....mhhff...'' From the other side of the room, Jinsol tries to say something, but her words get stuck in her throat, replaced by a low groan that definitely drove all other three girls crazy.
If Jinsol had started as the somewhat dominant person of the pair, something had shifted drastically as she was now pressed flat on her stomach, ass slightly raised and skirt riding up her thighs just enough to show Lily's hand disappearing under it. Jinsol does her best to regain some form of composure, thankful for Lily's kindness who had stopped moving her fingers inside her since she was trying to say something.
''Yoona likes to get eaten out...in the beginning...'' She finally says, catching her lover's expression turn mildly offended as if Jinsol had just revealed one of her deepest secrets.
Lily pouts and playfully slaps Jinsol's shoulder.
''I'm fingering you and you're still focused on Yoona? My god, you're so whipped...''
''I'm sorry...'' Jinsol mumbles, unsure of what exactly she was apologizing for.
Lily smiles at that, her free hand pushing the tall girl's harder on the mattress as she bends forward to whisper in her ear.
''Such a sweetheart, taking unnie's fingers while you watch your girl with another woman.''
Jinsol pulses helplessly against Lily's palm, surprised by the sudden dirty talk. It was so unlike the blonde girl to speak that way...probably something she picked up from Haewon recently.
Two of Lily's fingers now circled her entrance, pressing against the wet, swollen flesh and threatening to fill her at any moment. Jinsol sucks in a breath, stuck between the need to fully let go and enjoy Lily's ministrations and the desire to observe as Haewon was settling in between Yoona's legs.
''You ready?'' Lily asks, and her fingers easily slip inside Jinsol before she gets an answer, deliciously pressing down before pulling out and in again, slow and steady. Her other hand tenderly runs up and down the curve of Jinsol's arched back, sometimes dropping lower to affectionately squeeze one of her cute butt cheeks. Jinsol's body lines were always pretty, Lily had always felt a little jealous of the way she looked doing floor work in their choreos. But right now? She looked devastatingly perfect, fair skin burning hot, offering herself up entirely. She accellerated her pace, each pump of her fingers accompanied by an obsene squelching sound.
Sullyoon had finally forced herself to detach her gaze from the couple on the other bed, calming herself by nervously playing with Haewon's hair as she was planting kisses along her inner thighs. Jinsol had not lied, she absolutely loved the feeling of getting eaten out and it conveniently was the only thing that didn't overstimulate her too much too quick. She felt a little nervous and somewhat awkward to have Haewon look at her there, but her eagerness to feel soft lips and a warm tongue overpowered it.
Eventually, Haewon looked up at her through her eyelashes, silently asking her for permission. The younger girl timidly nods, watching carefully as Haewon goes down and licks a light stripe against her slit, making sure not to directly touch her clitoris just yet.
Haewon freezes for a moment at the taste. It was faint, Yoona was just out of the shower after all, but there was a sweetness to her that she doesn't remember tasting before. She takes a moment to breath out, reminding herself to go easy on the frail girl despites her sanity beginning to escape her. Another lick, this time brushing heavier against her entrance, then another long one with the flat of her tongue. She continues carefully experimenting different techniques, hyper aware of the way Yoona's thighs would tense up or relax and fall open depending on what she did. With Yoona's taste in her mouth and the distant sound of Jinsol's moans, Haewon could feel her own neglected body ache and throb with need. She lets go of one of the thighs she was holding, bringing that hand down under her and rubbing herself on top of her underwear. She lets out a groan against Yoona, who in response pressed Haewon's head down further with surprising strength. The leader didn't mind, quite the opposite, actually. Yoona was starting to lose herself in her own pleasure, and if a little loss of oxygen was the price to pay then so be it. She made an effort to breathe deeply through her nose, her tongue flicking against the sensitive flesh of her entrance and her nose pressing on her clit. Yoona's back arched and she closed her legs around Haewon's head, her voice trembling.
At that moment, Haewon honestly wants nothing more than to ruin the girl. Suck on her clit endlessly, push her fingers inside and make her cum over and over again until she couldn't take it anymore. Oh, how beautiful would Yoona look after her fifth orgasm, eyes empty and drool spilling down her chin and all the way to her breasts and stomach. She interestingly enough didn’t know much about the intimacy Yoona shared with Jinsol, and the unanswered questions and their endless possible answers made her loose her mind. Had she ever taken three fingers? Did Jinsol ever use toys on her? Do they call each other sweet pet names during it? As the filthy thoughts started to flow in her brain, she rubbed herself harder on top of her ruined panties, movements hurried and desperate. Delirious with pure desperation, her face presses harder into Yoona, forcing her tongue's length inside her and flicking it out in one swift motion she immediately repeated. Yoona suddenly shakes and goes stiff, her walls tightening around Haewon's tongue which she retracts and instead uses to lap at her clit to help her ride her high. Haewon swears having Yoona come undone for her feels better than actually coming herself, so good in fact she doesn't even think to stop, continuously lapping up all of the juices she could in a frenzied manner.
''Haewon-unnie...''
Yoona's voice is so light Haewon almost doesn't hear it. She sounds so small, so vulnerable. The same voice she had whenever she talks about missing her mom, or when she gets discouraged and cries in the practice room. Alarmed, Haewon stops in her track to look up at her, surprised to find her smiling, eyes shiny. Her lips and cheeks are flushed, and she looks devastatingly pretty in her afterglow.
''Are you okay?'' Haewon whispers back.
''You're holding back so much.'' Yoona mutters almost absently and Haewon isn't sure if she means it as a good or a bad thing.
''Yes, of course I am.''
Yoona's hand moves from the back of the shorter girl's head to remove a strand of hair sticking to the side of her mouth.
''I appreciate that...'' She says and her gaze wavers, hesitating.
'''But?'' Haewon inquires, raising a brow.
Yoona's mouth opens but words get stuck in her throat, too embarrassed to speak. She lets out a frustrated whine and hides her face with her hands. Haewon comes up from between her legs, like a wild animal leaving its hiding spot to pounce on its prey. Yoona feels her hands being taken away from her face, gently but firm, and when she opens her eyes Haewon is right there, so closes she can practically smell herself off her face. She wants to hide, run away, kiss her and beg her to do anything she pleases to her, all at once, but all she ends up being able to do is stare back, panting. Even the sound of Jinsol's voice getting higher as she was close to her own release couldn't make her look away.
''But what, Yoona?''
They hold each other's gaze for a moment, Yoona's heart beating frantically in her chest with equal part nervousness and need. Haewon leans in, leaving a wet kiss on her cheek and one against her lips, sharing a little bit of the taste. Yoona holds the leader's face close with both hands on her cheeks, taking the opportunity to speak while Haewon had her eyes half closed.
''I want to be good for you, is all...''
Haewon's eyes open wide, the phrase triggering something in her that she had been trying to keep at bay. One of her hands goes up abruptly, her thumb and index digging on each side of Yoona's jaw, holding her in place. The younger girl lets out a small, surprised whimper at the dominant gesture and at the way Haewon's eyes had darkened.
Damn you, Seol Yoona. Making me want to ruin you when we both know you cannot handle what I have in mind. If you want to be a good girl so bad, why don't you let me strap you? I'll even let you have it down your throat since you're so needy. The voice in her head spits and she is so glad it didn't come out of her mouth for Yoona to hear.
Pause.
She immediately reprimands herself for being such a pervert. This was Yoona, and Yoona wasn’t into that. Even if one day she wanted to explore more kinky territories, she would probably feel the safest doing it with Jinsol. The thought makes her heart sting with jealousy, but she pushes her own selfish desires aside, easing her grip on the girl's jaw. Yoona blinks twice, looking back at her through her eyelashes and Haewon's stomach churns: the only thing she reads in her gaze is trust and fondness. She kisses her soft and loving, the version of herself that had just almost slipped out of her shoved back into the back of her brain where it belonged, at least for now.
''What the...''' Yoona chuckles at the leader's attitude making a 180 turn from grabbing her face hard and giving her the I'm going to destroy you look to tenderly kissing her like she was the most precious and delicate little thing in the world.
''You're being so good to us right now...'' Haewon simply says and Yoona's eyes light up, unaware of the leader's internal struggles.
''Awww-''Bae's voice echoes, sounding husky and mildly sleepy.
Haewon and Yoona turn to the other bed, having forgotten about the other twos girls for a moment. Jinsol is now completely flat on her stomach, hair messy and her face flushed and beautiful in her afterglow, making it obvious she had finished. At the end of the bed, Lily sits comfortably, a smug smile stuck to her face and seemingly enjoying a little bit of personal space while Jinsol was temporarily incapacitated.
''What's so cute?'' Asks Haewon, rising her brows.
''You two are so cute together.'' The tall girl giggles and Haewon would think she was drunk if she didn't know better. ''Did Haewon-unnie make you feel good, baby?''
The question is meant for Yoona, who quickly nods, avoiding Haewon's eyes.
''So good.'' She admits and Haewon's eyes widen even more.
''What?'' Yoona laughs, hitting the short woman's shoulder. ''Why are you always so confused when it comes to me?''
''You're confusing!'' She exclaimed defensively, unable to admit even to herself that the only complicated thing here were her own feelings.
''You heard her, Haewon, you made her feel so good...''Lily says teasingly, capturing Haewon’s eyes properly for the first time since the beginning of all this. A shadow falls on Haewon’s conscience, her worries resurfacing. Her responsibilities as the leader of their team were crucial even now, naked and entangled with her bandmate. She mentally sketches out the current situation; Jinsol was recovering from her first orgasm now, but soon she would be a needy mess asking for more. Lily was also recovering from the overload of unplanned physical contact but still had not finished. Yoona had come once, and she wonders if she even would like to go again or if she should leave her some space. Was she already overwhelming her?
''Haewon?'' Lily calls her name again even though their gazes had never parted. And in that moment, Lily sees her. She hears her without Haewon having to say anything. She gets up and slowly walks to the other bed under Haewon and Yoona's intrigued stares. She pulls Haewon from Yoona by her shoulder and captures her in a tight hug, enveloping her lovingly as if they weren't both naked and covered in other girls’ fluids. Haewon's heart stutters in her chest as Lily's lips press against her temple. She instinctively wraps her arms around Lily's small waist, leaning in to kiss her but Lily pulls away, offering a soft smile that held a thousand confessions.
''You're overthinking everything again.'' She says softly, and Haewon rolls her eyes, her first instinct always being to hide herself behind a wall or sarcasm.
''Yeah, well, someone has to make sure the unplanned foursome doesn't end up a disaster.''
Lily hits her playfully, and both younger girls contests at the dramatic statement.
Yoona observes the two older girls having their moment on top of her, laying there a little awkwardly but comfortable enough with the warm feeling in her stomach still present from her orgasm. She wishes she could understand Haewon the way Lily did. She wishes she could reassure her, tell her nothing could ever be a disaster as long as it was them, as long as she was there. A part of her wants to ask Haewon if they can try spending more time together, maybe even sleeping together, just the two of them. She wonders what Haewon would want to do to her if she was given the chance.
Now, she would never actually tell her those things. Not only would it make her cringe to death to even get the words out, she also doesn't want to overstep between the two main vocalists’ relationship, or even worse, hurt Jinsol's feelings.
Speaking of Jinsol, she is now sitting, carefully observing the scene happening on the other bed. Her body is still on fire, already sore from arching her back and tensing up so much, but still begging for more. She tried to be patient, sensing the unresolved tension in the room getting thicker.
''You don't have to think about anything anymore.'' Lily lets out, raising a finger up and booping Haewon's nose with it.
''Oh?'' Haewon asks curiously, noticing a glimmer of mischief in the blonde's voice.
Lily smirks, both hands cupping her lover's face.
''I warmed up Jinsol just for you, so you can go and get whatever you need from her. She is still soaked and ready.''
A wave of heat spreads through Lily's body as she watches Haewon's eyes darkening in real time at the words.
''I'll take care of our Yoona, so don't worry about a thing.'' She completes.
Haewon kisses her, hurriedly but hard, ending it with a loud smack.
''You drive me crazy.'' She says and Lily smiles.
''I know.''
And with that, Haewon practically pounces on the other bed where a very enthusiastic Jinsol had been waiting.
Lily's words keep repeating in Jinsol's head. ''I warmed up Jinsol just for you'': talking about her like she was a piece of meat to be consumed and used. Again, unusual language from Lily but not unwelcomed. Far from it, actually.
Jinsol's train of thought is quickly interrupted when Haewon grabs the back of her neck and smashes their faces together. She had been intimate with Haewon before, the rough kissing wasn't necessarily surprising, but the sense of hunger and desperation she felt from her at that moment was uniquely intense and scorching. She doesn't put on a fight or even try to follow the dance, simply letting Haewon lick into her mouth and suck on her tongue as she pleased. Suddenly, her head is being pulled back by her hair and she moans out, eyes fluttering open to meet Haewon's. She looks insane. Dark hair sticking to her forehead, lips swollen and wet, eyes dark and filled with a mix of something Jinsol couldn't quite recognize. Something angsty. And while Jinsol would normally worry about their leader's buried turmoil, she allows herself to be selfish in that moment and surrender to the anticipation.
Haewon slowly releases her grip on Jinsol's scalp, only to gesture at the floor next to the bed.
''Get on your knees, I want to use your pretty mouth.'' She says, her tone leaving no space for disagreement. Jinsol gulps and obediently moves down, feeling herself literally dripping.
In the meantime, Lily had helped Yoona sit up. They both hesitate to touch one another, their eyes meeting awkwardly.
''Did you want me to...'' Lily starts to ask, unsure of Yoona's needs. Out of the three other girls, Lily could relate the most to Yoona when it came to feeling overwhelmed easily by touch. Yoona hesitates for a second, choosing her words carefully.
''I think I'm good for the moment, unless you-''
''No, it's okay, me too.''
She props a few pillows against the wall for her and Yoona to comfortably sit next to each other, facing the other bed. Lily pulls Yoona to her side and the younger girl lets her, eyes locked on the other two.
Yoona’s head is spinning as she is quickly processing the scene playing in front of them. Haewon, who had been so gentle and careful moments before, is now aggressively devouring Jinsol's face, hand fisting her hair like she owned her. It's messy, almost obscene. The sight makes Yoona’s heart ache a little, a spark of jealousy poking at it, yet there was no denying the view was incredibly hot, turning her on immensely. It was a little confusing, and she wonders if Lily was going through the same conflicting thoughts besides her.
Lily places a blanket on top of their legs, muttering something Yoona didn't catch.
''What?'' she asks, finally breaking away from the action to look at the blonde girl.
''You're overthinking, too.''
Yoona simply hums in return, not denying the fact. They hold each other gaze for a moment, both eventually taking their attention back to the other bed where their lovers were still making out. They don't say anything more to another, there is no need to. Lily was perfectly content with the light contact of their knees under the blanket, comforting and affectionate but also letting them both breathe. As Jinsol was guided to kneel on the floor, the blonde notices Yoona's hand disappearing under the blanket, her breath itching.
Haewon sits at the edge of the bed in front of Jinsol who is kneeling obediently in front of her, looking up with puppy eyes and flushed cheeks. She feels the stares of Lily and Yoona burning her, but ignores them. Locking eyes with either of them would mean the risk to start thinking again, and she didn’t want to think. Not when a very needy Jinsol was kneeling at her feet, ready to surrender herself. She spreads her thighs a little, just enough for the kneeling girl to scoot over closer between them, which she does eagerly, hungry eyes falling to Haewon's panties. She even catches her unconsciously wet her lips with her tongue, clearly dying to dive in and taste her. Haewon smiles at the girl’s eagerness, though she had other plans for her. She always thought Jinsol was the prettiest with her mouth stuffed full, and she wishes she had something good for her to suck on, but alas, bringing a set of harnesses and dildos overseas was a bit too risky. She instead resolves to holding out two of her fingers out, roughly at the height her strap would be if she had it on.
Jinsol pouts but complies, understanding what is being asked of her. She leans in, licking across the length of Haewon's fingers while holding eye contact, eventually taking them in her mouth. She bobs her head a few times slowly, eventually closing her eyes shut as a wave of heat washes over her. Fingers in her mouth shouldn't feel that good, but something about the gentle submissions she had been put in makes her whole body burn with lust. She whines when Haewon's other hand goes back to fist her short hair, holding her head in place as she starts pumping her fingers in herself.
Yoona and Lily silently watch as Haewon fingers Jinsol's mouth with increasing force, occasionally earning a moan or a gagging sound from the tall girl. Lily bites her lips, eyes locked on Haewon's tensed expression. As much as she worried for her lover, she couldn't deny how insanely hot Haewon looked when she was this angsty and horny. Besides her, Yoona's breath hitches and she stops moving her hand under the blanket.
''I don't wanna finish yet.'' She whispers in response to Lily's interrogatory look. ''I don't think I can take anymore if I come again''
Lily nods, ready to return her attention to the others but she lets out a surprise gasp when she feels wet fingers land on her inner thigh. Yoona quickly retracts her hand, mumbling an apology, but Lily grabs her arm over the blanket.
''No, it's okay.'' She breathes out. ''You can touch me.''
They both turn back to face the other bed. Yoona is closer, upper body leaning against Lily and her hand reaches down to feel wet hair and engorged flesh. The blonde nudges her lightly with her leg, urging her, and Yoona complies, sinking her middle finger in between the velvety lips and feeling it up and down, from the spot right underneath her clit to the very bottom of her slit. She is wet, unsurprisingly, and when Yoona presses her digit against her entrance, it sinks without resistance despite the inconvenient angle. Yoona tries to match the rhythm of her finger with Haewon's, satisfied with the subtle sound of Lily’s shaky breathing.
Suddenly, Jinsol's gets pulled head back by her hair, and Haewon wipes her coated fingers on the girl's cheeks and chin, causing both Lily and Yoona’s cunts to flutter, Lily around her finger and her own around nothing, to her own despair.
Haewon smiles at the masterpiece looking back at her, teary eyes, face glistening with her own drool and practically shaking from need. She presses Jinsol's jaw in her hand, forcing her mouth open and without a second thought she gathers her saliva and spits in the girl's welcoming mouth. Jinsol's brows furrows and Haewon swears she catches her eyes rolling back for a split second.
''You like that, don't you?'' Haewon says, voice thick with mockery and Jinsol can only try to nod despite the hand holding her jaw in place, cheeks flushed with shame. One of her hands goes up to Haewon's thigh, a pathetic attempt at asking permission to touch her, but it gets swat away dismissively.
''Stand up and turn around.'' Again, Haewon's stern voice doesn’t leave any space for being difficult, and Jinsol executes herself, getting up but taking a moment to rub and stretch her legs that went sore from kneeling on the hard floor. Haewon lets her for a moment before getting a hold of the girl's thighs and making her turn around to face the other girls.
Jinsol's blush darkens again as she now stands there, fully exposed. Lily and Yoona are staring at her intently, curious to see how things would develop. It was humiliating in a way that made her feel like she would either start crying of uncontrollably orgasming anytime soon. She gasps as she feels Haewon's hand slide between her legs from behind.
''How many fingers did Lily use on you?''
''Two.'' She manages to breathe out, shakily, and she jolts forward when fingers press against her entrance, for sure more than two.
''Keep your back straight and don't move.'' Haewon warns her in a scolding tone.
Jinsol does her best to do as she is told, avoiding the other girl's eyes as she stands straight, arms awkwardly falling to her sides. None of them speak a word for the next few minutes, Lily mouth falling open as her eyes were glued to the obstructed view of Haewon's fingers in between Jinsol's shaking, drenched thighs while Yoona's fingers were still working her up. On the other hand, Yoona could only watch helplessly as her lover's face contorted. She looked like she was about to cry, and it shouldn't make her burn with excitement, but somehow it does.
Jinsol's a mess. Her whole body is burning, skin scorching hot. Her legs are tense and ready to cramp up. Haewon's fingers forcibly push, making their way inside with constant, overwhelming pressure. Each millimetre of progress is excruciating, Jinsol's body slowly splitting open to accommodate the size. It burns, the stretch and the pressure unlike anything she ever felt, but with Haewon leaving small kisses on her back, she can only moan, embarrassingly loud, unable to contain herself. The most overwhelming part of it was to be so exposed in such a vulnerable, unpretty position, all for the entertainment of the other two. Her eyes accidentally fall on Yoona, who quietly mutters her name like a prayer.
Bad idea. Jinsol clamps around Haewon's fingers so hard it doubles her pain and she can't help her knees from bending, earning herself a slap from Haewon on her ass cheek, the smacking sound amplified by the dampness of her skin. Jinsol forces herself straight, surprised she could even stand, and Haewon's last digits are in, the length of her fingers lodged completely into her.
''You feel that?'' Haewon asks, fingers attempting to move but unable to with the strong muscles still so tightly wrapping around her. ''You love when unnie fills you up like this, I know you do.''
Jinsol doesn't, can't reply. She trembles, one hand going up to cover her mouth. It's too much, way too much, and when Haewon manages to start moving, barely withdrawing before pushing back inside deeper, her eyes roll to the back of her skull and the only thing keeping her from falling over is Haewon's other arm firmly holding her waist.
''Jinsol, are you okay? Haewon will stop if it's too much.'' Jinsol hears Lily say and she shakes her head frantically, tears falling down her cheeks. The last thing she needs right now is for it to stop, not when she is so close to her release. Fingers now move in and out of her with slightly more ease, her body giving in and letting Haewon ruin her. She had never been so full, never been so wet, and the sounds coming out of her body are obscene.
''So good for me, taking it so well.''
That's all it takes for Jinsol (and Lily) to fall apart, a broken sob escaping her as her orgasm ripples through her body, so hard she can feel her soul escape her body and slamming back in. Haewon retrieves her fingers and a gush of warm liquid follows, coating the leader’s forearm and stomach and splashing all over their legs and down to the carpet. Jinsol legs give up and Haewon clumsily collects her into her arms, falling back ungraciously on the bed with the tall girl on top of her. Their thighs slide against each other from the insane amount of slick, but Jinsol is barely conscious enough to notice, going completely limp on top of the shorter girl.
Lily also comes undone with a shaky exhale at Haewon's words, even though they weren't meant for her. She feverishly grinds herself against Yoona's palm to ride her high. When the spasms start dying down, Yoona removes her hand from under the blanket, licking the wetness off it under Lily's intense gaze. A gentle hand get a hold of Yoona's chin, making her look to the side and Lily plants a small but firm kiss on her lips.
''Thank you for the help, you're sweet.''
Yoona blushes at the compliment, feeling a little guilty at how little she actually did.
''Ah, I didn't do much really...'' She says with an embarrassed laugh. '''I was so...''
''Focused on them?'' Lily completes with a smile, gesturing at the two girls on the other bed who were just starting to get out of their daze. ''Me, too, don't worry.''
She leans in to kiss her again.
Haewon is caressing Jinsol's lower back, waiting for her to slowly come back to her senses. The tall girl is heavy on top of her, making it hard to breathe, but she doesn't rush her, until eventually she gathers enough force to push herself off of her leader. She flops on her back with a loud sigh.
''Are you okay?'' Haewon asks at the sight of Jinsol's utterly ruined expression.
A faint, earnest smile appears on Jinsol's lips and she extends her arms in an almost childlike way, urging Haewon to hug her.
“Hold meeee” her voice is hoarse and sleepy and Haewon chuckles, getting closer and letting Jinsol wrap her arms around her neck and pulling her flushed against sticky, burning skin.
Jinsol swears she is floating on a cloud. The orgasm had left her breathless and drained, heart still pounding loudly but a delightful sense of euphoria had replaced the aching shame. She lets herself bathe in the feeling of soft skin pressed against her, fingers that were mercilessly pushing her over her limits minutes ago now resting on her waist passively as the older girl breathed slowly. There had been no joking, no games between them tonight, she realizes. That was surprising. Their friendship was all about games. Teasing each other endlessly, constantly pushing and pulling. They had completely opposite ways to deal with their feelings, Jinsol constantly overflowing, Haewon burying them deep until it exploded, but their coping mechanisms was the same, protecting themselves with laughter and sarcasm. Usually, Haewon would act annoyed or even disgusted whenever Jinsol asked for affection. It somehow felt awkward for them, to genuinely be affectionate towards the other. It didn't feel awkward in that moment, though. Even laying down on damp sheets, too warm and drenched in bodily fluids, Haewon on top of her so peacefully while their lovers were sharing kisses a few steps from their bed.
It felt warm, it felt like love.
The thought hit her with the force of lightning, and maybe it was just her post-orgasm state making her emotional, but her eyes started welling, hands clutching even harder around Haewon's small figure.
''Jinsol?'' Haewon calls hesitantly when she hears the girl under her sniffling, unable to separate herself with Jinsol holding her so tightly. Had she crossed a line with Jinsol? It’s not like they had never played rough before, but again, they hadn’t talked about any of this beforehand. She should have asked her what she wanted instead of ordering her and pushing her like that. She should have-
“You-….you’re holding me…” Jinsol’s voice breaks into a sob and she struggles to get the words out. “Holding me like you love me” she finishes weakly and Haewon feels a simultaneous wave of relief and shyness at the phrase.
“Are you stupid? Of course I love you” she murmurs into the curve of Jinsol’s neck. Through her tears, Jinsol lets out a giggle and squeezes even tighter, almost to the point of suffocating her.
”Alright- Jinsol, let go of me-''
The death trap eases a little, Haewon recovering the ability to breathe, but Jinsol still holds her impossibly tight.
“Say it again” Jinsol pleads, and while the emotion was still present in her voice, there’s also playfulness to it.
”What? That you’re stupid?”
Jinsol whines loudly and Haewon responds with a disapproving groan.
”Come on baby, just tell her you love her” Lily’s voice echoes from her spot a few feet away, and Haewon can almost hear her smug smile. The arms around her loosen a bit and she manages to escape, sliding off the tall girl and sitting up to meet Jinsol’s tears drenched, hopeful gaze.
With no possibility to escape her fate, she sighs, head dropping low. Fine…
”I love you, Jinsol. Really.”
Jinsol pouts, more tears forming at the corner of her eyes.
''Unniiiiiie~''She cries out and while Haewon would usually tease her about how much of a crybaby she was, she feels the sudden urge to confirm she was okay.
''Was I too rough with you earlier? I can get a little intense when I’m stressed out…’’
For some reason, Jinsol seems to find Haewon’s worries amusing, a teasing smile appearing on her lips despite tears still running down her face.
''I’m okay. You're sexy when you're all controlling and rough like that''
Haewon nods, trying her best to conceal her prideful smile at the words.
''Though...'' Jinsol continues, gesturing at the carpet covered in darker, wet spots besides the bed. ''I feel a little bad for the cleaning staff''
''Next time you should squirt on my face instead'' Haewon replies with the nonchalance of someone announcing the weather and Jinsol's eyes widen, then darken. Just like that, the sexual tension between the two is back in full force, and Haewon begins to lean over Jinsol again, but a coughing noise from the other bed stops her in her track.
''I’m sorry unnie, but I believe it’s my turn with Jinsol.'' Yoona scolds, trying to sound lighthearted but her possessive stare said otherwise.
''Agreed.'' Lily declares beside her, eyes locked on Haewon. ''Stop fooling around with other women and pay attention to me.''
Haewon and Jinsol exchange one last look before Haewon steps away from the tall girl, bodies finally separating fully.
Haewon crosses Yoona as they switch beds, and Haewon fights the urge to kiss her, instead going right to her destination: the messy bed on which her lover was awaiting.
Lily welcomes her with open arms, literally, and starts murmuring sweet nothings and leaving soft kisses on the crown of her head. Haewon moves to straddle her, sitting on her lap passively while the older girl continues to affectionately pepper kisses all over her head and face. Just like that, the angsty and rough persona is gone, disappearing with Lily's earnest adoration enveloping her. Lily's heart warms as her lover visibly relaxes in her arms, shoulders dropping lower and breaths getting longer with every kiss and every touch.
''How do you feel?'' She whispers, and Haewon absently hums in return. Lily leans back slightly, brushing Haewon’s hair out of her face and admiring her. She looks spent despite not having experienced a release of her own. Lily can’t help but smile. Haewon was the most fascinating girl she had ever known. The most beautiful too, she was certain of it.
“Haewon’’ She calls, the name feeling so right in her mouth as always, and finally the shorter woman comes out of her daze.
“I’m exhausted’’ Haewon admits with a weak smile and it’s Lily’s turn to hum in response.
Yoona doesn’t waste her time once she gets to Jinsol. She falls into her arms, bodies and lips sloting together as they had a million times before. Jinsol’s whole body is warm and damp under her, and the scents and tastes of the two other women still linger on her slightly like a shadow. It makes her clench with the lingering memories of Jinsol being ravished by Lily and Haewon, but also ignites a petty feeling of jealousy that makes her deepen the kiss, greedily licking into Jinsol’s mouth. Jinsol holds her tenderly, happy to finally be reunited with the so-familiar touch. Yoona eventually must separate, gasping for air as if she had overestimated her lung capacity. Jinsol’s hand goes up to cup her cheek, smiling widely.
“Hey’’ she murmurs and Yoona doesn’t respond, eyes and hands trailing down her torso, following the curve of her breasts and stomach, contemplating the best way to enjoy the moment now that she finally got her for herself. She can faintly hear the whispers of the two older girls behind her, and she has the sudden desire for them to see her take Jinsol as they have, to claim her lover as hers. Her hand slides down her body, eager to please, but Jinsol stops her.
“It’s still sensitive…and I’m really gross right now’’ Jinsol says in response to Yoona’s questioning look. “Help me up? I wanna get washed up’’
Yoona nods, trying not to let disappointment show in her face. It was completely fair for Jinsol to want it to end there. After all, she already came twice, and it hasn't been the easiest ride either. She helps Jinsol up, linking arms as they stumble away from the bed.
Neither Lily or Haewon question it when they pass by them and retreat to the bathroom, leaving the two girls with a room of their own, at least for a while.
“You had quite a lot going on in your head today, didn’t you?’’ Lily suddenly asks as if she had been waiting for them to be alone to ask. Haewon winces, not really in the mood to have a heart to heart at the moment.
“Yeah. I don’t really want to talk about it right now.’’
“That’s okay, you already showed some vulnerability with Jinsol, so I’m proud of you!’’ Lily says with the enthusiasm of someone praising their dog for learning a new trick. Haewon glares at her, not wanting to be teased about it anymore, but Lily adds: “It was hot!’’
''What was hot? Me saying I love you to another girl?''
''You do love her'' The blonde replies, pausing before slurring the rest of her sentence. ''Which is why you made her stand, taking three fingers in front of us.''
''Four'' Haewon blurts out and Lily’s eyes widen.
''Four?''
Haewon chuckles nervously as she nods, confirming what was just said.
“Oh my god? Haewon!’’ Lily hits her, though there is no real aggressivity in the gesture. ‘“Were you trying to kill her?''
“I guess I got a little carried away…’’ She leans to rest her head against Lily’s shoulder, feeling a little self conscious about her own previous actions. She starts spiraling again, despite the comforting warmth of Lily’s presence. Being a stressed-out horny lesbian was one thing. Letting out her frustration on her bandmates was another. Like it or not, she was a figure of authority amongst the group, and that was a terrifying thought. No matter how hard she worked and how much she cared, she never felt worthy of the position, let alone of the trust and the reverence she was given. The girls all praised her for being a good leader, a good friend and more, yet she could never truly accept it.
“I would never forgive myself if I hurt any of you’’ She mumbles, the words coming out of her mouth surprising her.
“You could never hurt us.’’ Lily immediately replies, voice assured and Haewon frowns against her collarbone. She is taken back to the events of the night. Her, buried between Yoona’s legs with obscene thoughts clouding her brain. Would Yoona despise her if she knew the things she had thought off? The things she had wanted?
What about Jinsol, whom she had pushed close to her limits? Would she have been comfortable asking her to stop if needed? Hell, Lily had been the one checking in with her, when it should have been Haewon making sure Jinsol was okay.
“Haewonnie…’’ Lily’s voice is soft and careful, and the use of the particular pet name makes Haewon press herself tighter against her in a search for warmth.
“I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it now, but can I at least say something?’’ She pauses, waiting for Haewon to nod against her to continue.
“We’re not helpless, you know? I mean, just because you’re our leader and one of the oldest members doesn’t mean you have to carry us all on your shoulders. Also, you’re too hard on yourself! And! We need to be careful not to hurt you just as much as you are to not hurting us. This…relationship? Has six people in it, we’re all going to make mistakes and that's okay. We'll be okay.''
Haewon smiles at Lily’s heartfelt rant which had been delivered in korean mixed with the occasional english expression. She had a hard time admitting it, but Lily was good at knowing how to make her feel better. And while she is honestly too exhausted to really process the words, she makes sure to remember this moment to reflect on it later. Maybe she would even try opening up about her guilt and insecurities with the members, eventually, when she was rested and calm.
Haewon finally comes out of her hiding spot in the crook of Lily’s neck, watching the girl's expression change from worry to fondness.
“I love you’’ Haewon lets out almost on accident, and Lily’s smile widens, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
“I love you!’’
As soon as Yoona turns to close the door of the bathroom, Jinsol’s hands are at her hips from behind and her lips at her nappe, sending a violent shiver down her spine.
“Jinsol?’’ She asks, shocked at the sudden heat. She was almost certain Jinsol was done for the night, yet with her touching her like that, she wondered if she has something else in mind. Yoona feels Jinsol’s breath travel down between her shoulder blades and a moan embarrassingly escapes her.
“Did you really think I was going to call it a night before enjoying what’s mine at least a little bit?’’ She coos, coming back up to blow against Yoona’s ear. Yoona can barely conceal her whimper at the words, wondering where the sudden possessiveness came from.
“But first, I really need to freshen up’’
Yoona feels Jinsol pulling away from her and she turns around with a pout. The short haired girl grabs a towel and lets the sink run for a few seconds until the water is warm before soaking it. She goes to start wiping herself down, but Yoona grabs the towel from her and gestures to the edge of the bathtub. If she couldn’t get exactly what she wanted from Jinsol tonight, she would at least try to be as close to her as possible.
“Sit down’’
Jinsol obliges, sitting on the cold porcelain with her thighs apart for Yoona to stand in front of her. She closes her eyes as a warm, damp towel presses on the corner of her mouth, cheeks and forehead before moving to her collarbones and arms. Cleaning up was not a luxury, the girl’s entire body was streaked with trails of dried bodily fluids.
''Seeing you with Haewon-unnie made me feel crazy.'' Jinsol suddenly says, eyes still closed as Yoona continued to clean her up.
''Crazy good or crazy bad?''
''Crazy good, I’m pretty sure.''
Yoona stops for a minute, towel in hand and Jinsol’s eyes slowly open to meet hers.
''Seeing you with Haewon made me feel crazy too.'' Yoona admits.
“Good or bad?''
She avoids Jinsol’s eyes, pretending to concentrate on the task at hands, wiping off between and under her breasts. She hesitates for a moment, unsure of how to reply to the question she herself still didn’t quite know the answer to.
''She treated you like she owned you. And she made you cry.'' She pauses, then lets out, softer. “But it was hot’’
Jinsol stops her hand, pulling Yoona closer by her waist. She looks up at her, the bright ceiling lights reflecting in the whites of her eyes.
“Haewon doesn’t own me.’’
“I know’’
“I liked everything they did to me, even the rough parts. Lily and Haewon are great, but you’re my-“
“I know’’ Yoona cuts. Jinsol didn’t have to justify herself. Not when she had also not only enjoyed Haewon’s touch but also wished for more. Not when she had Lily grinding against her palm discreetly under a blanket minutes ago.
“Do you?’’ She says with a smile, sheepish and teasing, thumbs drawing circles on her hips. ‘’I don’t think you know, Yoona.’’
Her name rolled off Jinsol’s tongue sweetly, making Yoona’s stomach flutter. She nearly drops her towel when Jinsol leans in to nip at her nipple and the hands on her hips move to grope her behind instead. A raw moan escapes Yoona and Jinsol hums in encouragement. After a particularly hard nip that makes Yoona jolts, Jinsol stands up and takes the towel from Yoona, hurriedly finishing her task by swiping it on her thighs and between her legs, hissing at the sensibility before letting it fall on the ground, taking her attention back to the girl in front of her. She picks her up and boldly sits her on the counter. Yoona yelps at the sudden contact of cold granite but is quickly warmed up by Jinsol pressing their upper bodies together, kissing her once more with renewed passion. It lasts for a long time, Jinsol clearly making the most out of the moment, but Yoona starts to feel impatient. She had waited all night to feel her, and she wouldn’t be satisfied with just making out, even though Jinsol was divine at it.
“Please’’ She manages to murmur between kisses, and she feels Jinsol smile against her before separating, pressing her forehead against hers. Yoona pouts, now being the one looking up.
“What, you wanna go again?’’Jinsol asks, genuinely surprised.
Yoona nods weakly and Jinsol arms pulls her harder, possessive.
“I thought you already came from Haewon eating you out, though’’
“But I want you’’ Yoona shamelessly pleads, passed the point of being shy. She rarely asked for more after having one orgasm, disliking the sting and the burn or overstimulation. But her orgasm happened a while ago, and everything that had happened after only served to rile her up again. It seems to be doing something for Jinsol, whose eyes darken and a wicked smile appears on her face.
“You want me?’’ She repeats, beaming.
“Jinsol, please…’’
Jinsol doesn’t tease her any longer, tentatively moving one of her hands from her hip to her thigh, monitoring Yoona’s expressions. Yoona’s hands are clutching on Jinsol’s shoulders, bracing herself as the hand goes to caress her inner thigh shortly before dipping in between her welcoming fold. Two fingers find her warm and ready, and they soon sink into her slowly. Jinsol is being careful, letting Yoona’s walls part naturally to envelop her. Soon enough, Jinsol’s fingers begin exploring her more boldly, reaching deeper and pressing up slightly. Jinsol doesn’t need guidance when it comes to Yoona’s body, she knows it like her own, having studied it so many times before. It’s intentional when she stops her movements with her fingers inside and shakes them slightly, rewarded by a loud moan from her lover. She pulls out with an endeared chuckle and repeats what she just did. Again, Yoona loudly expresses her pleasure, way louder than usual, and Jinsol has an inkling of the reason why.
“That’s right, let our unnies know who you belong to’’ Jinsol tries, and the words feel a little corny in her own mouth, but thankfully Yoona shuts her eyes and squeezes around her fingers at the words. With renewed confidence and a little delirious with lust and possessiveness, she continues.
“They can touch you all they want, but in the end, you’ll always come crawling back to me’’
Her fingers move with more certainty, deep and firm without being rough, precisely pressing on each spot that she knew would make Yoona lose it. The wet squelching noise accompanying each of her pumps echoes loudly in the bathroom, for the greatest satisfaction of Jinsol. She doesn’t really think about what she’s saying anymore, just letting unorganized words fall out of her mouth as she is bringing Yoona closer to the edge.
“Mine…So good…No one gets to have you like this…Everything you’re teaching Jiwoo, you’ve learned from me…mine…’’
Yoona nods desperately, too close to her high to think about the words and simply letting her body react to the way Jinsol was holding, fucking, and talking to her in a perfect mix of tenderness and filth. She can feel her cunt helplessly flutter around Jinsol’s fingers, sending waves of relentless, overwhelming pleasure in her entire system and it’s almost too much until suddenly it’s just enough.
With one last, deep stroke, Yoona goes rigid in Jinsol’s arms, clamping on her fingers and crying out with every circle Jinsol drew around her clit to help her ride it out. Yoona’s head falls to rest on Jinsol’s shoulder, panting, and the girl attacks her with soft kisses all over the top of her head and forehead, holding her close. The position isn’t exactly comfortable, the hard surface starting to make her behind numb and her back aches from her hunched over position, but she still doesn’t move, not wanting the moment to end. Eventually, Jinsol pulls away slightly, holding her chin up to kiss her as her other hand goes to rub her thigh, massaging the muscles that went so tense with the intensity of her peak.
“What you said about Jiwoo, what was that about?’’ Yoona asks after calming down and Jinsol lets out an embarrassed chuckle.
“I have no idea; I was just saying whatever…’’
“Are you jealous because I slept with her?’’ The question was surprisingly straightforward by Yoona’s standards, and she blamed it on her brain still being foggy from her orgasm.
“No, no! Not at all....’’ Jinsol quickly denies but Yoona doesn’t buy it one second. Maybe it was a little toxic of her, but she is glad Jinsol is jealous. Not jealous in a way that would make her angry at either her or Jiwoo, but just enough that Yoona felt desired. Maybe it was just like how she had felt seeing Haewon taking Jinsol earlier: a little sliver of angst that came and went but was still very real.
“Jiwoo doesn’t own me’’ She says softly, mirroring Jinsol’s words from earlier, and Jinsol gives her a little peck, satisfied.
“I know’’
Jinsol takes a new towel and stretches her arm out to wet it in the sink without separating from Yoona, then gently starts wiping off Yoona’s face with it, reversing the roles from earlier. Yoona doesn’t really need any cleaning, but she nonetheless lets herself be pampered by her lover. Jinsol always paid a lot of attention to how she treated her after sex, and even though it was a little less comfortable than the care she usually got in the privacy of their dorm, her heart warms at the way Jinsol gently wipes at her skin, cleaning as much as massaging her body. She is particularly careful when she goes to press the towel on Yoona’s inner thighs and sex, murmuring small ''I know''s when Yoona tenses at the overstimulation. Once she is done with the task at hand, she helps Yoona off the counter, holding her up until she felt enough strength in her legs to stand safely on her own.
“Let’s get ready for bed?’’ Jinsol proposes and Yoona nods, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
After brushing their teeth and each other’s hair, they come out of the bathroom to find their older bandmates snuggling lazily under the blanket.
“Come here, you guys’’ Lily says, low and sleepy. ‘’The other bed is too much of a mess, we’ll need to cuddle.’’
Jinsol turns to Yoona who surprisingly shrugs and goes for it without complaints, slipping under the covers on Haewon’s side, to the leader’s own surprise. Jinsol chuckles, in turn curling up next to Lily. Four people in one bed was a tight fit, but none of them dared to whine about it. In fact, this seemed to be the only logical end to this crazy evening.
Haewon is still awake well after all the other girls breathing have settled. She can see Lily despite the darkness, so close she can feel the blow of her mouth with each respiration. Hidden from her behind Lily, Jinsol’s hand was resting on her stomach, right on the spot that expanded with each breath. Finally, behind her, Yoona mostly kept to herself, having already overspent her reserve of social battery. But her knees are slightly pressed against Haewon's legs, and that's enough for her.
Maybe Lily was right after all. Things would be okay.