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yoooori · 3 years

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Untraditional Loss

mark smut

tw: sex, loss of virginity, smut, heterosexual sex, the act of a man inserting his penis into a woman

"19 and still a virgin... ah, how's life a virgin?" Haechan sighed mockingly, throwing a popcorn at you. You whined. "19 is still young; You're just stupid."

Haechan stuck out his tongue. "Don't say that. At least I got my position without daddy's help."

"You aren't even supposed to be eating here."

"Okay, daddy's daughter."

That set you off. You stood up, walked in front of Haechan, and started pushing his wheeled-chair towards the door of the office.

"I didn't choose to get this position!" you yelled before you tipped over his chair, sending him flying onto the ground, barely saved by his reflexes.

You turned your head around and stuck your tongue at Haechan as he grumbled behind you. "You're rude." he commented as you two got in an elevator.

"So are you, so I think we're even."

Haechan bit his lip, clearly trying to stop himself from talking back.

You turned on your phone, scrolling through pictures of Instagram models.

"Doesn't it get boring?"

You turned around. "What?" you asked.

"Doesn't it get boring," Haechan shrugged. "Watching pretty girls sit around and show ass during your free time?"

You failed to conceal a laughter. "Nah, I watch them for different reasons other than to see them 'show ass'" you gave him a mocking smile.

Ding.

You got off the elevator, stumbling over your high heels (which you never liked). Finally, your working hours were over. You never liked offices, but were inevitably forced into the business world by your father.

You said a quick 'thank you' to the receptionist, nearly falling on your stomach as you rushed to get into your car- or freedom.

Turning on the engine hastily, you drove your way to your favorite spot on Earth: the bar.

You never drank. Wine tasted expensively shitty. Beer tasted strong and yet bland. Normal alcohol just didn't sit right with your tongue.

Instead, you had your eyes on one thing on the menu: mouth-watering crispy french fries that dominated your taste buds.

You soon found yourself in the bar, enjoying a medium bowl of fries. You scrolled through Instagram again, disappointed with yourself.

Your mind wandered to your conversation with Haechan.

"Doesn't it get boring? Watching pretty girls sit around and show ass during your free time?"

"Nah, I watch them for different reasons other than to see them 'show ass'"

You laughed to yourself as you liked another selfie from a popular korean uzzlang. You had lied.

You found the concept simple. They were pretty; you were not. They had the perfect body; you did not. Their face were perfect; yours' wasn't.

You felt your eyes darken.

As simple as the concept was, you never liked to accept it.

"Hello?"

You turned around to meet a man in his mid 20's. "Can I sit here?" he gestured at the seat next to you. You scanned the area quickly. There were no other available seats. You shrugged. "Why not?"

He gave you a tired smile before plopping himself on the chair. He waved to the bartender. "The usual, please."

Your eyes widened as the bartender brought him a cup and 2 full bottles of alcohol.

Before the stranger could take a sip, you stopped him.

"That's way too much."

He raised his eyebrow, amused. "What, you want some?"

You shook your head. "I don't drink, but seriously, that is way too much to be healthy."

He chuckled darkly.

"Why do you care?"

You scoffed at him. "Just don't." you said and offered him a fry. Amused, he took the fry and ate it. You stared at him, with expecting eyes.

His eyes met yours. "Mm? Tastes good." he said in response to your look.

You smiled, satisfied. "You can have mine. I ordered too much."

"How do I know you didn't spike it without me looking?"

In response, you made direct eye contact with the stranger. You took a large handful of fries and stuffed them into your mouth, all while maintaining the eye contact.

He laughed. "After seeing that, I doubt I want to eat any of those fries."

"You're mean," you huffed. "Just like Haechan."

His eyes widened. "You know Haechan?"

Your eyes widened too. "You do too?"

He stared at you for a second before bursting into laughter. "Ah, if you know Haechan, you must be the famous 19 year-old virgin."

You looked away, embarrassed. "Damn, I'm really known for that?" you groaned, covering your face with your hands.

"It's not exactly a bad thing," he shrugged. "Lots of men would want to sleep with you."

You narrowed your eyes, suddenly having a quesion.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Mark."

You fumbled your hands, suddenly turning red. "Mark... You said a lot of guys want to sleep with me?"

Mark nodded. "Mhm."

"....Does that include you?"

He nearly spat out the fry he had took from your plate. Quickly maintaining composure, he couldn't help but look away sheepishly. "At some point, maybe."

"How about now?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

You groaned, embarrassed. "I don't want to be known as a virgin. Seriously..."

Mark laughed. "You'd rather lose it with me? You barely know me."

"That's why I want to lose it with you."

Mark stopped laughing.

"I... I don't want to make things weird if I lose it with my friends. But you- it'll just be much easier." you sputtered.

Mark got up. "Never had a hookup like this, but sure. My place?"

You nodded, suddenly wondering if you're going to regret your decision.

Mark's place was surprisingly.... Suprising.

"You watch Cocomelon?" you snorted, looking at a 3D printed figure of the familiar melon. He swiped it away. "I used to love collecting anything watermelon related." he quickly explained.

you were brought into his bedroom, feeling as un-needy as a person could be. mark sighed. "damn, we both aren't feeling it, huh?"

"we can play minecraft." you suggested.

mark shook his head. "nah, come here. lemme kiss you."

your eyes widened and you burst out laughing. "okay, okay," you snorted, feeling Mark's lips brush against your neck. you gasped unexpectedly as you felt Mark squeeze your waist.

"mm? where did all the lightheartedness go?" Mark hummed, his hands roaming your body. His finger skillfully undid your bra, your breaths shortened by the nervousness and excitement you felt.

Mark smiled to himself, wrapping his arms around your body gently. "I'll be gentle, okay?"

You nodded in response, slightly calmer. Mark lightly pushed you onto the bed, on your back. He went on top of you, classic missionary position.

Your eyes fluttered as you felt Mark's soft lips against your body, gasping a little when you felt his hands working off your skirt. When he got up to look at your face, he moved your skirt to the floor.

"Cute." Mark chuckled, looking at your bear print panties. You looked away, embarrassed. Mark gave a small kiss to the area above your panties as he took them off for you.

"Want to help me to take of my clothes? Experience?" Mark offered, now sitting down. You got on your knees and began to take off his blazer, and then undoing his shirt buttons one by one. You kept your eyes on his neck, too flustered to see his bare chest.

Mark noticed this. Chuckling in a deeper voice, his softly grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back. "You can look, don't worry about looking respectfully now." he whispered.

You did and gasped, your head finding its spot against Mark's neck in a second. Mark laughed at your response. "I'll take off my other clothes for you." he said.

He took off his pants, and then his underwear. Your eyes were glued to a pillow, embarrassed.

"Don't be scared," he whispered to you, pulling you in for a kiss. His tongue and yours interacted against each other, seemingly dancing. "Touch me anywhere you want, baby. Tonight's your night."

Your hands found its way to his abs and chest, feeling the toned muscles. You gasped against Mark's chest, embarrassed yet curious. Your hands went further down and down-

"Fuck," Mark sighed as your hand found itself around his cock.

"Had enough touching, baby?" he asked you, his lid half closed from the feeling of your hand around his cock.

You nodded, lying on your back.

Mark looked at your eyes softly, his lips connecting with yours. You pulled away from his, leaving a small gasp as you felt yourself being filled.

"S-s-stop-" you whispered as it started to hurt. Mark stayed as still as he can, struggling as your walls wrapped around his cock tightly. "O-okay, now you can go."

Mark went inch by inch, stopping when you requested, until he was fully inside you. You squirmed underneath him, feeling filled.

"I'll start moving." he whispered to you. Your eyes stared at him, begging him to kiss you. He bent his head lower, allowing you to kiss his face as you struggled to contain him. Mark started to rock his hips, his length going even deeper inside of you.

He groaned, centimeters away from your face. "Fuck." he moaned, instinctively finding his lips on yours. You whimpered against his lips. You didn't feel much pleasure, but did feel it coming.

You squirmed, lips still desperate to stay with Mark's as you felt the famous pleasure start to sink into you. "Mark" you whispered into the kiss. "Feels good."

"Mm? Good girl, it'll feel much better later." Mark groaned back, restraining himself from rocking his hips faster.

He was right. You grabbed the bedsheets, whimpering as the feeling grew bigger and bigger.

The air was hot between you and Mark. The room was dim and you could barely make out the outline of Mark. The soft sounds of skin slapping were the background noises to you and mark's moans.

You wrapped your arms around Mark, gasping as you felt his cock moving in and out of you. "So-so full-" you gasped. Mark gritted his teeth and hissed in response.

"Li-Like that!" you suddenly let out when you felt Mark's cock brush against a sensitive spot. Mark increased his pace, hitting the spot as many times as he could, sending you into a breathing mess.

You gasped and gasped, feeling your chest rise up and down as you could barely see from the lack of light and the blinding pleasure. "Something's coming." you whimpered against Mark, rocking your hips too to meet his. "Let it go, baby." he whispered back.

You felt the feeling grow like a wave, getting bigger and bigger until-

"Mark"

It was pleasure like you never knew it. The feeling of a giant wave crashing onto you, your legs shaking and your back arching. "Mmm!" you could let out helplessly as you felt pleasure overtake you.

It stopped, leaving you panting and out of breath.

Mark pulled out. You knew what to do- you had an idea, at least. You let him insert his cock into your mouth and sucked on it. He sighed at the feeling, soon letting out a stream of a white milky liquid into your mouth.

You lied down, panting. Mark collapsed next to you on the bed. Mark spooned you, hugging you from behind. You two were too tired to exchange words, falling asleep as soon as his arms were wrapped around your body.

You woke up the next day, groggy. Mark was awake, scrolling through his phone next to you. Seeing that you are awake, he smiled.

"Mind if I get your number?"

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hyunderwater · 2 years

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imagine being a lesbian 07

ship: ryujin x yeji

warning: continuous themes of homophobia throughout, don’t read if that triggers you, explicit sexual content in this chapter!!

note: last ch! ty for reading and pls ignore the minor plot holes they don't really mess with the fic

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The floor is cold and hard, but Ryujin’s ass deserves it. The room is swathed in shadows, with the only light being the moonlight floating through the window and kissing the top of her head.

She had called Yuna right after Yeji had stormed out of the café, and sobbed into the phone like the pathetic little baby she was.

Yuna had rolled her eyes (audibly!) and said, “Ryujin, please don’t mope. I know it’s tempting, but you’re just gonna make yourself and Yeji miserable.”

“You’re not my mom,” Ryujin had whined back.

The funny thing is, Yuna, despite being younger than her, was probably the closest thing Ryujin had to a mother.

And Ryujin never listened to her mother.

Also, Ryujin was kind of a coward. She had a lot of bark, but certainly not the bite to back it up. And that meant that instead of doing the smart, brave thing, and just talking to Yeji, Ryujin was crying in a dark corner, sitting on the floor of her room with her lights off and her phone on Do Not Disturb.

Yeah, Ryujin knew she was acting pretty damn pathetic.

Her mind overflowed with snippets of Yeji; her smile, her laugh, her pretty lips, the way she pouted when she didn’t get her way, the way that her whole face had crumpled as Ryujin broke her heart-

Ryujin took a deep breath, blinking fast as her eyes prickled with tears.

She was not going to let herself dwell on the past.

“I’m moving on,” she said into the shadows.

She didn’t believe herself.

As she pushed down the image of Yeji crying, another rose unbidden to take its place.

As the memory unfolded itself, Ryujin’s hands twitched restlessly. Unable to bear it much longer, she pushed herself off the floor and stalked to her desk to grab her journal, fingers flitting over the familiar pages until she found a clean one.

february 2019 - the story of our beginning, even though it’s the end

i’m writing this to get over you.

i hope it works.

i’m good at procrastinating things. like. really really good at it.

whenever i start to realize things about myself that might be unpleasant, i push them down. no, that’s not true. no, i don't have feelings for yeji.

i knew i was gay at that point. hell, that in itself took almost a year to accept.

i think i liked you before i knew that i could. i think i loved you before i knew it was allowed to be more than platonic.

the first time i can remember seeing you as more than a friend was probably like fifth or sixth grade. honestly i can’t remember exactly when, but that doesn’t matter.

it was one fleeting second of a moment. you turned your head, your profile perfectly silhouetted by the sun, and your hair floating around you, and you looked like an angel. in that moment, even though i didn’t think i could be attracted to girls, you were the prettiest thing i’d ever seen.

i let myself forget about it, brushing it off as perfectly heterosexual, platonic appreciation. nobody could deny your beauty, after all.

the next time was years later, during that one summer we spent together. you grabbed my hand to pull me to the next thing you wanted to see, and you didn’t let go. i didn’t want you to.

i think the last thing that should have tipped me off was how protective i was over you. all of the guys you wanted to date were horrible, horrible people in my mind, even if i’d never even met them, and you’d only said good things about them.

granted, my instincts were normally right, since a lot of them were shitty people, but still. i should have known.

even after i accepted that i could have a crush on you, i still squashed down the idea whenever it came to mind.

you were, and forever will be, my best friend. i couldn’t let myself risk ruining that, especially since i thought you were straight. guess i was wrong there.

but i’ll never forget the day i accepted it for real.

the funniest thing about it was that it wasn’t even special; just a random day. we had been hanging out after school, then you had to go. i went home and sat down to start doing homework or something mindless, and then out of nowhere, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

it doesn’t matter if someone is your closest and best friend, it doesn’t matter what you’ve been through, people just don’t look at their friends like that. it wasn’t sexual, it wasn’t platonic. i looked at you like i loved you. i still look at you like i love you.

and right there, sitting at my desk with my computer screen going dim in front of my eyes, i realized that i love you differently than i love yuna or chaeryeong or lia. i love you like kissing and holding hands and going to get hot chocolate and muffins together in the middle of the night and staying up until three a.m. talking about stupid shit and i love you like staying together forever.

like you’re my favorite person on earth.

like i would do anything for you.

like your smile breaks me and builds me right back up.

like a romantic type of love, but even saying it like that doesn’t convey my feelings quite right.

i love you.

writing this was supposed to help me get over you.

it didn’t work.

Ryujin closed the journal.

“Fuck.”

She scrambled up off the floor, throwing on a decent outfit, almost bending the journal in her haste to stuff it in her bag. She plowed through the mess on her floor, hop-running to the door.

Abruptly, she realized that it was late at night, and she probably shouldn’t make so much noise.

Then she remembered that she hates her parents, and they don’t give a shit about her.

She shoved the door open.

The stairs creaked under her feet as she dashed down them.

The night air hit her, the cool breeze a welcome relief as she stepped out of the house.

The only thought in her mind was Yeji, and how she was probably moving on and how she would smile so prettily at other girls, and Ryujin would have to watch her move on in silence, because love means that she’d do anything to make Yeji’s face light up again.

Including leaving her.

But something continued to pull Ryujin forward, something screamed, “she’ll be happier with your mess cleaned up!” and Ryujin barely even thought about anything anymore, not even sparing a second to think about how stupid it was for her, a young girl, to run around alone at night, because she would risk anything for Yeji.

By some miracle, she arrived at Yeji’s house without any incident, with the exception of some random guy honking at her.

She walked up to Yeji’s window, about to text her, when she realized just how impulsive she had been. This wasn’t planned. Yeji didn’t know. She wasn’t welcome.

I am… really, excruciatingly idiotic.

She stood there, staring at her wide-eyed reflection in Yeji’s window, her brain static.

As much as Ryujin attempted to wrack her brain for some sort of idea, she came up with no good ideas. She buried her head in her hands.

“God, I am just living the dream, huh?” She laughed to herself, her hands muffling the sound.

“Got practically dumped (even though we were never in a relationship) because of something stupid I said, cried about it, wrote about her, and then showed up to her house in the middle of the night like a creep and… wow. I should go home,” she muttered to herself.

Something creaked, and Ryujin looked up, heart pounding in her throat.

“You’re fucking dumb,” Yeji said, her voice rough with sleep. “Come in.”

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Yeji stared at her expectantly. The effect was slightly diminished by the pillow marks lining her cheeks and the exhaustion in her eyes, but Ryujin felt guilty all the same.

She dropped eye contact first, shame burning through her face.

“Why are you here?” Yeji asked. She sounded so done, so tired. Ryujin felt a fresh wave of remorse twist her stomach into knots.

She reached into her bag and pulled out the little journal she’d held so close to her heart for months.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

She handed the journal to Yeji.

Yeji studied the outside with a skeptical look.

“Ryujin, what is this?”

Ryujin hid her face in her hands.

“Please, just read it. This was a hard decision to make for me, so please, just…”

Yeji seemed to get the hint, sniffing in frustration but still opening the book.

Her eyes seemed to be glued to the first sentence for hours. She was still as a statue, barely moving. Ryujin was terrified.

“I-”

Yeji quickly cut her off before any words could leave her mouth, holding up a finger without even glancing in her direction.

Ryujin doesn’t know how long they sat there, her watching Yeji and Yeji reading her journal. That same journal that Ryujin had poured her blood, sweat, tears, and every last feeling into. It was like laying herself naked in front of Yeji, except somehow far more intimate.

Finally, Yeji closed the book, setting it to the side.

“I didn’t finish reading it, but I read a few pages, including the first one and the most recent one.”

Yeji’s tone was unreadable. Ryujin shivered.

“Do you really feel that way about me?”

The question felt so vulnerable, like it was a glass figure that Yeji had given to her and told her not to drop.

“Yeah.”

Yeji looked shocked.

The figure didn’t fall.

A smile wormed its way onto Yeji’s face.

The glass floated off of Ryujin’s hands into the safe cradle of the air.

“You were never using me,” Ryujin whispered. It felt as large as a confession, even though it was nowhere close to one.

“I was insensitive to what you were going through when I said that. I’m truly sorry, Yeji.”

Yeji’s smile grew.

“Thank you,” she said.

They sat there like that for a minute, until Ryujin’s ass started to fall asleep on Yeji’s floor and they made eye contact and- it was so ridiculous.

Yeji started giggling first, with Ryujin soon joining her, until they were both gasping for air. Yeji crawled over to the edge of her bed and grabbed Ryujin’s collar, tugging her up for a kiss. Their lips melded together, the familiar warmth sending tingles down her spine and relief through her whole body.

Yeji tongue swiped over her bottom lip, asking permission, and she opened up, happy to let Yeji lead.

It was like a dance, lips moving in sync, tongues curling, hands roaming. Ryujin was lightheaded, drowning in it.

Yeji’s hands mapped out her body like they had never touched it, tracing over her spine, her shoulders, her stomach, brushing over her nipples. Ryujin gasped softly, arching forward into the touch.

“Baby, no,” she purred into Yeji’s ear, relishing in the shiver it earned.

“It’s about you. Let me apologize properly, hmm?”

Yeji whimpered, squirming under Ryujin’s hands.

“Do you want me to?” Ryujin’s voice was serious now. She wanted to make Yeji fall apart, the same way Yeji could break her with a single look.

“Yeah.”

That was all Ryujin needed.

She climbed into Yeji’s lap, slotting their hips together and nipping her lip.

Yeji’s face was flushed when she pulled back, her lips shiny and swollen, her pupils dilated. She stared at Ryujin like she couldn’t get enough.

“Oh, baby, you’re so pretty,” Ryujin whispered, combing Yeji’s hair out of her face.

Yeji leaned her head into her hand, letting out a tiny sigh.

“Ryujin,” she hissed.

“Oh, someone’s impatient, huh?” Ryujin leaned down until her lips were hovering over Yeji’s, just barely brushing together.

“Be polite.”

Yeji shivered under her, her hands desperately gripping onto Ryujin’s thighs, just hard enough to make Ryujin bite back a moan.

“Ryujin-” she sighed in frustration, then squeezed her eyes shut. “Please?”

An image crossed Ryujin’s mind of Yeji under her, begging and begging until she was sobbing with desire. The thought sent heat straight to her stomach, but she wasn’t going to be that cruel to Yeji. Maybe next time.

“Okay,” Ryujin whispered, sliding her hands under Yeji’s shirt.

Goosebumps raised on Yeji’s warm skin as Ryujin slowly slid her hands up her torso, up up up until Yeji’s shirt was off and she was panting and all Ryujin could see was skin.

“I sleep with no bra on,” Yeji explained, her ears red with embarrassment.

Ryujin barely heard her.

“Oh my fucking god.”

She trailed a finger down Yeji’s chest, watching Yeji’s back arch as she brushed her nipple.

“Don’t- don’t tease, please,” Yeji gasped, so loud in the quiet of the room.

Ryujin smiled down at her.

“Is this better, baby?” She leaned down and sucked Yeji’s nipple into her mouth.

Yeji’s thighs tensed under her, and she let out a small moan, trapping it behind her hand before Ryujin had time to appreciate it.

Ryujin pulled off, frowning at the hand.

“I wanna hear you, please?”

Yeji looked like she wanted to cry, and Ryujin suddenly felt sick.

“Baby, my parents…” She glanced at her door with something akin to fear in her expression, and Ryujin wanted to sink into the floor.

“I-I’m sorry, do you wanna stop?”

Yeji put her hands back on Ryujin’s waist, stroking her skin lightly.

“No. Just, be quiet?”

Ryujin nodded, still feeling guilty but not wanting to disappoint Yeji.

She leaned down again, alternating between sucking and rubbing Yeji’s nipples until Yeji could barely hold back the sounds, her hips jumping each time.

“Baby, can you hold back those sounds? I wanna hear them, but…”

Yeji whined softly.

“I’m trying, please?”

“Can, can I-” Ryujin didn’t have the words or the confidence to ask for what she wanted, simply opting to stare at Yeji’s lips.

“What do you want?”

“Can I put my fingers in your mouth?” Ryujin was practically tomato-red, refusing to make eye contact. Her stomach swirled, an odd mix of arousal and embarrassment making her hot all over.

Yeji made a muted noise.

Ryujin looked up, confused.

“Yes, uh- I mean, you can if- if you want,” Yeji stuttered.

Ryujin was going to pass out.

Yeji looked unreal, staring up at Ryujin with those giant eyes, drool escaping the corners of her mouth where it stretched around Ryujin’s fingers.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Ryujin breathed, dragging her hands down Yeji’s body to rest at her upper thighs.

Yeji made a little sound, muffled around Ryujin’s fingers.

Ryujin couldn’t wait any longer.

She fidgeted with the hem of Yeji’s shorts, dipping two fingers inside.

“Can I?”

Removing Ryujin’s fingers from her mouth, Yeji said, “Please.”

The word stoked the fire consuming Ryujin, and she wasted no time pulling down Yeji’s shorts.

She lowered herself to fit in between Yeji’s thighs, kissing and nipping at the soft skin until Yeji was practically gnawing on her pillow to keep quiet, and red marks were blooming across her skin like pretty flowers.

Finally, Ryujin slid Yeji’s underwear down, biting her lip to muffle a moan at the sight of her.

“Pretty,” she murmured, and Yeji almost keened, her spine arching off the bed.

Ryujin swiped a finger through Yeji’s folds, collecting her wetness.

“Jesus, I really kept you waiting, huh, baby? You must want it so bad.”

Yeji whimpered, sending her best puppy-dog-eyes Ryujin’s way.

Unable to resist, Ryujin leaned up to press a soft, chaste kiss to Yeji’s lips.

“Do you remember what you wrote in the book?” Yeji asked.

“What?”

“You said you love me,” Yeji continued.

Ryujin froze.

“I love you too.”

Ryujin kissed her again.

“I love you so much,” she confessed into Yeji’s ear.

“Tell me again, please.” Yeji sounded desperate in a way she had never heard before. Who was Ryujin to deprive her?

“I love you,” she whispered as her fingers inched back towards Yeji’s cunt.

“I love you,” she whispered as she rubbed Yeji’s clit, making her arch up and bite her lip raw.

“I love you,” she whispered as she pumped her finger in and out of Yeji, hitting her g-spot and making her whine.

“I love you,” she whispered as Yeji’s walls tensed around her and she let out the prettiest of sounds, squeezing her eyes shut as her orgasm hit.

Ryujin rubbed her stomach comfortingly, waiting for Yeji to recover.

After a little bit, Yeji opened her eyes and gave Ryujin the most beautiful smile she’d ever seen.

“I love you too,” Yeji said, hooking her fingers around Ryujin’s waistband.

“Can I?”

Ryujin had never agreed to something so fast in her life.

“I’ve never done this before.” Yeji looked so nervous and cute, Ryujin wanted to eat her alive.

“It’s okay, baby, just do what you’d do to yourself.”

Yeji nodded, then exhaled shakily, pulling down Ryujin’s shorts and underwear in one go.

The sight of Ryujin naked beside a shirt seemed to simultaneously fluster Yeji and make her laugh.

“You look ridiculous,” Yeji said.

“Is this what you want?” Ryujin asked, taking off her shirt.

Yeji went speechless, her eyes open wider than Ryujin had ever seen them.

“Can I…”

“You can do whatever you want.”

Yeji inhaled sharply at the words, hesitantly reaching out and touching Ryujin’s nipples.

“Ah! Your hands are cold,” Ryujin said.

“Sorry,” Yeji said, but she didn’t seem sorry at all, continuing to abuse Ryujin’s chest until the fire in her gut was an inferno, tying itself into a tighter knot as Yeji continued.

“Please-” Ryujin was content to let Yeji have free reign, but her nipples were red and puffy and the throbbing between her legs was getting harder and harder to ignore.

Finally, Yeji relented.

At the first touch between her legs, Ryujin went boneless, slumping forward onto Yeji’s shoulder.

Yeji found her clit, rubbing it, and Ryujin had to slot her mouth against the side of Yeji’s neck to muffle the moans bubbling in her throat, pleasure shooting through her system like electric shocks.

The knot in her stomach was tightening at alarming rates, and Yeji hadn’t even touched anywhere besides her clit and nipples.

“Mm- Yeji-”

Yeji seemed to get the hint, moving to her center.

One of her fingers slowly pushed into Ryujin’s wetness, punctuated by another rub to her clit, and Ryujin saw stars, her orgasm slamming into her like a truck.

Yeji let out a weird gasp-y sound.

“Did you just-”

“Yeah.”

“I barely even-”

“Be quiet,” Ryujin groaned, slumping down onto Yeji’s warm body.

They stayed like that for a little while, listening to the sounds of the night and their synchronized breathing, enjoying the warmth of skin-on-skin contact.

Ryujin yawned.

“I think I’m falling asleep,” she mumbled.

Yeji giggled.

“Oh, really? You look like you just drank four coffees.”

Ryujin grumbled.

“What in hell was that? That joke was…” she said.

Yeji sighed in response.

“I don’t know, baby. I’m so tired and my brain isn’t functioning.”

“God, I wish I could just stay here, with my significant other.” As soon as she said it, she froze.

“If you really want to stay here with me, your S.O.-” Yeji made a cute little squealing sound as she repeated Ryujin’s words. “-then, I think my parents are leaving for work early tomorrow morning… you could stay.”

Ryujin looked up.

“Really? They won’t check on you or anything?”

Yeji waved her hand in the air.

“Naw, they don’t like disturbing my sleep.”

Ryujin smiled, brightness filling her.

“So I can stay?”

Yeji grinned back, leaning close until their lips were brushing.

“You can stay. Stay with me forever.”

Ryujin leaned into those sweet lips and kissed her, her beautiful girl.