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Yuqi doesn’t know why she came to this stupid bar. 

It had been Minnie’s idea, of course. Something about how she needs to get out of her comfort zone, and put herself out there. Well, she definitely does not feel comfortable and she definitely feels very “out there,” so she guesses it’s working. 

It just feels so stupid to listen to Minnie about this. As if she knows the first thing about being gay. As if she knows anything about today’s dating scene. She’s been with her boyfriend for years. Who is she to tell Yuqi how to get a girl?

And besides that, Yuqi doesn’t even know if she wants a girl. Well… she wants a girl, physically. In theory. For practice. And to like… see how she likes it. But she doesn’t want a girlfriend. At least, not yet. It’s too soon. 

She’s just recently come around to the idea of being interested in women after spending a long time deep in denial. And it’s not even that she’s fully a lesbian or anything. She doesn’t think. But getting herself to acknowledge that she may be interested in women sexually and romantically has been a long road. 

For most of Yuqi’s life, she didn’t really understand how a relationship between two women could work. It didn’t even really register to her as a possibility. Her world was very narrow, in that sense. But after exploring a bit outside the small bubble of her early life, she suddenly realized that hey, maybe kissing a girl wouldn’t be so bad. 

So, she did. It wasn’t a big deal and it didn’t mean anything; it was with some random girl who went to her school, at a house party. It had honestly kind of been a dare from her friends. It’s all a bit of a blur at this point, only somewhat due to the alcohol that had been involved. But it was… nice. As nice as a kiss between two drunken strangers at a loud, crowded, terrible college house party can be. 

But in the end, that’s all it was. A kiss. Well, more of a makeout. A short one, but one nonetheless. Yuqi’s fairly certain there had been a decent amount of tongue involved. Whatever. It was meaningless. Point is, she’s kissed a girl, at least. And now she’d like to… do more. Maybe. She doesn’t really know what she wants. But she supposes that putting herself out there some more, particularly in gay spaces, might be a good idea.

So that’s why she came to this stupid bar. This lesbian bar.

Yuqi still doesn’t really know what she’s doing or what to expect. And she sure as fuck doesn’t know why she chose to come alone, because she could really use a wingman right now. But fuck it. She’s here, might as well make the most of it.

She’d done her best to look good, though once again, she’s not sure how much help Minnie had been in that department. Sure, she knows a lot about fashion and style, but her tastes are obviously a bit more… feminine. Which is fine. But that’s not really what Yuqi was going for tonight. 

It’s not that she doesn’t enjoy dressing in more feminine styles, because of course she does. But she thinks she looks hot as hell in more masculine fashion, too. It’s fun to blur that line sometimes and try new things. Her relationship with gender has always been kind of weird anyway, so who cares. And she figures if there’s anywhere to try looking masculine and hot, it’s at a lesbian bar. 

So that’s why she’s here now, actually wearing a leather jacket for the first time in her life. She’s paired it with a tight black crop top underneath, and the baggiest jeans she owns. Her already short hair is up in a tight bun– or, as much of a bun as she can get it into– and she’s wearing pretty much no makeup. Yuqi loves her skin, and she loves being able to show off how flawless it is. Makeup has always felt like such a hindrance to that. 

Sure, it’s not the most masculine look she could’ve gone for, but Minnie had been pestering her about looking a little too this or too much that , so she tried to compromise. She could always experiment more at a different time. Right now she’s much more keen on experimenting with something or someone else.

Nursing her drink while leaning against a wall in an attempt to look cool and nonchalant, Yuqi scans the dancefloor. There are so many women here, it’s somewhat overwhelming. She’d chosen to come to a lesbian bar for obvious reasons, but she hadn’t considered how much it would be. 

At least in a normal bar, there would be a bunch of irrelevant men, and maybe some of those men would even try to hit on her and she would get to have the ego boost of turning them down. Here, she feels somewhat like a small fish in a very big pond. A very small, tiny, little baby fish who doesn’t know the first thing about being a fish, in a very big pond full of very big beautiful, scary fish who feel like they might eat her alive if given the chance.

But she needs to relax. 

Everything is fine. Worst case scenario, nothing happens and she goes home alone and a little bit horny. Okay, well, maybe the worst case scenario is she hits on someone and they call her a slur or say she’s disgusting or that they don’t want to have sex with someone so inexperienced and she runs out the door crying and she can never show her face here again and–

She needs to relax. 

And this drink does not have enough alcohol in it. 

Yuqi quickly downs the rest of it and decides she may as well throw some more money down the drain and order another one. Partly in the hopes of feeling some of the effects of the alcohol and partly for something to do that’s not actually talking to someone.

The bar is completely overrun as she walks up; she fears it’s going to be nearly impossible to elbow her way in. But she really does need this. Not that she’s only gay under the influence, but it certainly helps her feel much less inhibited in her desires. 

She attempts to push her way into the crowd that’s surrounding every angle of the bar with little success. You’d think this would be easier with little to no men in the way, but she’s finding it just as difficult, if not more so. 

She’s still floundering a bit near the edge of the crowd when she feels a hand press gently against the small of her back at the same time a soft voice speaks in her ear. 

“What are you having?”

Yuqi can’t help but jump a bit despite the gentleness of it all. She looks to where the voice is coming from and finds a small but powerful looking woman. Short, jet black hair. Her body wrapped in a tight, tight dress. “Stunning” is pretty much the only word Yuqi can think to describe her face.

“Uhh… Long Island iced tea?” she responds, yelling back over the music in avoidance of getting any closer. 

The woman chuckles at that. Her smile is dazzling. “First drink wasn’t strong enough, eh?”

“Not at all.”

A small smile still sits on the other woman’s face. “I got you. What do you really want?”

Yuqi thinks there are a lot of different ways she could answer that question, most of which wouldn’t be appropriate to speak aloud to someone she just met 30 seconds ago. 

“Rum and coke?” she says instead.

The woman does nothing but nod, turning her attention to the busy bar and moving to flag down the bartender. 

Yuqi can’t help but find it hot, being taken care of like this by a woman. And it certainly doesn’t hurt that the woman doing it is pretty fucking hot herself.

She continues to stand somewhat stupidly at the back of the crowd, the woman having disappeared into the sea of people. Yuqi finds herself thinking that she hopes she’s okay in there… She’s very small. Yuqi feels a sudden urge to protect the woman– this charismatic woman she knows absolutely nothing about… She pauses internally for a moment. Maybe she’s a bit more gay than she initially thought.

Moments later, the woman reappears from the crowd, ducking out from under a few people’s arms, holding a drink in each hand.

“Here you are,” she offers loudly over the music, bowing slightly as she hands the rum and coke off to Yuqi, in the same way a knight might bestow a sword.

“Oh– thank you!” Yuqi says, a bit shocked by it all. “I can pay you back, how much was it?”

The woman just shakes her head and wags her finger at Yuqi with a small purse of her lips, and continues walking off back towards wherever she came from.

“See you around, cutie!” she projects with a wink as she walks, turning around slightly to get one last look at Yuqi before vanishing into the dance floor.

Well. Even if nothing else happens tonight, Yuqi will consider it a success.

She pauses and glances around, trying to see if anyone around her has noticed any part of that interaction, but no one else seems to even realize she’s a physical human being who exists. She’s half convinced she had hallucinated that gorgeous woman in her mind and this drink had appeared in her hand through sheer magic.

She takes a sip– she can actually taste the alcohol. God bless that beautiful woman and her beautiful gay magic and her tight, tight dress. God… that dress. Yuqi needs another look at it. And perhaps what’s underneath. 

Not really knowing what to do with herself, Yuqi moves back over to the wall she had planted herself against earlier and does the same once more. She may look less “cool and nonchalant” and more “friendless and nervous,” but she feels like she has few other options. She may be an extrovert, but more and more lately she’s realizing she’s somewhat of a nervous, gay wreck, too.

Besides, standing here was a prime opportunity to observe those around her– see how the other half lives. Well, the half that’s… kind of the same as her, she guesses. The point is, these people seem very gay, in a way that she’s not currently comfortable being. Which makes sense, but it also makes her feel a bit out of place. 

Eventually, she finishes her drink, finally feeling a nice buzz, on the edge of tipsy. She decides to head to the bathroom, partly because she actually has to go and partly because she needs something to do again.

It’s really not part of her plan to run into the gorgeous woman again, in the bathroom of all places.

She’s walking out of a stall when she notices the woman standing at the sink in front of her. And if Yuqi had even thought for a second about trying to escape without being noticed, it was already too late; their eyes lock immediately through the mirror. A sly grin lights up the woman’s face.

“Hey, cutie. Fancy meeting you here.”

Yuqi smiles, shy and inexplicably embarrassed. 

“Hi.” She feels her cheeks heat up a bit, in spite of herself. 

Walking up to a neighboring sink to wash her hands as the other woman touches up her makeup, Yuqi does all she can to avoid eye contact. But she can feel the other woman’s gaze on her. 

“You here alone?” she asks. 

For a moment, Yuqi debates if she should answer truthfully. It might be dangerous to tell a stranger that she’s here by herself… but despite her trepidations, she feels like she can trust this woman. 

“Yeah,” she replies, glancing up from the sink and catching the woman’s eyes on her in the mirror. 

The woman hums, interested. “Alone at a lesbian bar on a Friday night, in a leather jacket that looks like it’s never seen the world outside of your closet before, unable to properly order a drink for yourself…”

“Well, when you put it that way, I sound really—"

“Cute,” and “Lame,” the woman and Yuqi say at the same time, respectively. 

Yuqi chuckles down at the sink in embarrassment, finally turning off the faucet and drying her hands on some nearby paper towels.

“You ever kissed a girl before?” the woman asks, gently. 

“Yes,” Yuqi replies, thanking God it’s not a lie. 

“Ever done more than that?” She asks it like she already knows the answer. 

Yuqi just shakes her head softly. She feels like the alcohol is catching up with her a bit. 

The woman hums again, undeterred. “So is this like… baby’s first gay bar?” She’s still messing with her makeup, but Yuqi thinks it looks perfectly fine as is. Breathtaking, even. 

Still, she scoffs a little. “That’s a bit mean,” voice carrying a hint of sadness. 

“Sorry, cutie. Just trying to understand what your whole deal is.” She pauses for a moment to consider Yuqi’s face with soft eyes before finally shoving all her makeup components back into her bag. 

For a moment there’s nothing but the distant thumping of the music surrounding them. Then the woman collects herself, turning to face Yuqi properly for the first time in this entire conversation. 

“What’s your name?” Her tone is confident, but her eyes look somewhat anxious. 

“Yuqi.”

“Wow. Gorgeous,” the woman replies genuinely. 

The small smile that lights up Yuqi’s face is impossible to stop. “What’s yours?”

The woman grins. “I’m Soyeon. Do you wanna dance with me, baby gay Yuqi?” 

Yuqi somewhat unintentionally scoffs and rolls her eyes, a bit too dramatically. Though a hint of a smile still graces her lips. 

Soyeon is still smiling as she grabs one of Yuqi’s hands, says “Come on,” and begins dragging her towards the door.

Before Yuqi can blink, they’re in the middle of the crowd, packed in between people like a can of sardines. Although she doesn’t have much of a choice, Yuqi stays as close to Soyeon as she can without actually touching her. 

The music is even louder here, the thump of the bass vibrating through Yuqi’s entire body. Fortunately, dancing is one thing that comes to her somewhat naturally, so she doesn’t look like a complete idiot in front of Soyeon— and the rest of the people here. 

They dance together, bodies moving in sync to the beat, keeping a respectful distance for a while. Eventually though, Soyeon appears to have had enough of that. 

The song changes to something a bit slower, but still rhythmic— bass still thumping. Upon hearing it, Soyeon closes the distance between them, resting her arms on Yuqi’s shoulders and letting her hands lay somewhat loosely around her neck. She continues her dancing, now in close proximity to Yuqi. Yuqi wishes she hadn’t worn this stupid jacket so she could feel Soyeon’s skin touching hers right now, even if it’s only on her shoulders. 

Yuqi’s dancing is somewhat stifled due to their newfound closeness. While Soyeon seems to be very unreserved in the ways her body is touching Yuqi, Yuqi is doing all she can to stay in her own personal space. Though it’s not really working. 

It’s not that she doesn’t want to touch Soyeon; she’s just trying to be respectful, even though her thoughts have been running wild since the moment Soyeon pulled her onto the dance floor. 

During a particularly sultry moment in whatever song is playing now, Soyeon turns herself around so they’re back to front, grinding her ass into the general vicinity of Yuqi’s crotch. A jolt of heat shoots immediately to Yuqi’s stomach, and she swallows hard, trying to keep calm. 

Thankfully, her body keeps swaying somewhat of its own accord, moving in waves in time with Soyeon, who has somehow moved in even closer, almost the entire length of her back pressed up against Yuqi’s front. Yuqi doesn’t really know what to do with her hands, but she finds them working their way to rest on Soyeon’s hips regardless, fingers digging into the thin fabric of her tight, tight dress.

Soyeon seems to approve of that, lolling her head back to rest against Yuqi’s shoulder, her face almost even with Yuqi’s. They’re less dancing now than they are grinding, and Yuqi supposes she should have expected this, but she’s feeling anxious about it anyway. She’s scared about how far this might go. About how far she wants it to go. 

She feels most of Soyeon’s (admittedly light) body weight resting against her at this point, still grinding into her crotch. As time goes on, she seems to be pressing harder and harder into Yuqi’s body in every way possible. Yuqi’s hands are still on Soyeon’s hips, gripping tight to the fabric there as if she’s afraid to let go. As if she’s afraid of what her hands might do if they’re given full reign.

Yuqi’s unsure how much time they’ve spent in this literal and figurative dance. The songs have begun to blend together as her brain is assaulted by too many sights, sounds, and feelings at once. 

Her head feels even foggier as a warm hand suddenly comes to rest against one of hers on Soyeon’s hip, and another reaches around their bodies to palm her ass. Soyeon uses her hands in tandem to guide Yuqi’s hips against her in an even more sensual grind. Yuqi feels her heart stumble in her chest as she tries to hide the sudden tremor in her legs.

Soyeon leans her head back further into Yuqi’s shoulder as she continues to guide the grind, mouth as close to Yuqi’s ear as she can manage. “How are you doing, cutie?”

“G- good.” Stupid stuttering asshole.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Do you wanna go somewhere a little more private?” Soyeon’s voice is liquid gold to her ears.

She can do nothing but nod her head against Soyeon as they continue their grind for another few moments, before Soyeon pulls away suddenly, grabbing Yuqi’s hands off her hip and guiding her out of the crowd. 

Yuqi feels like she’s being pulled around like a dog on a leash. Actually, more like a puppy. A nervous little puppy who’s very far out of her depth. And she kind of wants her collar to be tightened even further.

Before she can reflect much more on that thought, they arrive at some kind of darkened hallway in the back of the bar. It’s definitely quieter and more private here, but it’s not exactly secluded; she feels like someone could walk by at any moment.  

“Wh– what are we doing?” Yuqi asks, before she can stop herself.

“Consider it a test drive,” Soyeon says with a wink, before quickly crashing into her, pushing her backwards until she’s pressed against the wall. 

She pauses momentarily to consider Yuqi’s face, turning serious as she says, “Just tell me if you wanna stop, okay? At any point.”

Yuqi looks deep into her eyes and nods. And then Soyeon is kissing her. 

She can’t help but think about how similar this is to the last time she kissed a girl. Up against a wall, some alcohol coursing through her blood, shitty music thumping in the background. Though somehow this feels… different. More exciting. More… mature. 

She doesn’t know exactly what that means, but she supposes she has some time to figure it out. 

Soyeon’s hands are pressed against the bare skin of her stomach as their lips move together. Her lips feel so warm and soft, Yuqi’s practically melting into them. 

She places her hands on Soyeon’s hips again— they’re becoming a favorite spot of hers— and pulls her in a little closer. She can feel a small smile on Soyeon’s lips at that. 

As their bodies press flush together, front to front this time, Soyeon licks at Yuqi’s bottom lip for a moment, then pulls it into her mouth, biting gently. Yuqi’s brain buzzes at the sensation. She figures she might as well play along, nipping at whatever bits of Soyeon’s lips she can get at. Soyeon’s smile widens against her.

Soyeon’s hands have slid around to her back, feeling the warm skin that’s exposed by her crop top. The way her hands are lighting up Yuqi’s skin is making her feel like there’s a small, animated version of herself bouncing around inside her brain. Her skin is on fire, in the best way. 

She tries her best to inhale deeply through her nose to calm down some as their lips continue to melt together. She’s getting far too heated from a simple makeout. 

Perhaps sensing the way Yuqi is already reacting to her touch, Soyeon sighs lightly into her mouth, letting go of her lip with her teeth and instead opening her mouth wider. An invitation. 

Yuqi hesitates for only a moment before sliding her tongue into Soyeon’s mouth, the latter sighing again happily as she begins to move her own tongue against Yuqi’s as well. She moves one hand up to grip at the back of Yuqi’s neck, pulling her deeper into the kiss. 

After a few more minutes, Soyeon seems to grow bored of this song and dance— she takes her hand from Yuqi’s face, pulling away with a soft caress of her chin, and starts sliding it down her body. Yuqi feels herself freeze slightly as she realizes where Soyeon is likely headed.

Her hand reaches the waist of Yuqi’s jeans, running along the denim there for a moment before tugging lightly, as if testing the material. Slowly, torturously, the hand moves more towards the center of Yuqi’s abdomen, aiming for the button of her jeans. 

As Soyeon’s fingers dance around the metal knob, she pulls away from Yuqi’s mouth just enough to whisper, “Is this okay?” against her lips. 

Yuqi feels a flutter of arousal awaken itself in her stomach and somewhere a bit lower. She breathes a quiet, “Yeah,” into Soyeon’s lips before taking them back between her own.

At that, Soyeon moves to fully unbutton Yuqi’s jeans, zipping down the fly in the process. It’s at this moment that Yuqi remembers where they are, and gets a bit self-conscious before ultimately deciding she doesn’t give a fuck. If someone sees, they see. She’s done more embarrassing things far more publicly. 

Soyeon still has one hand wrapped around Yuqi’s back as she angles her other hand down into Yuqi’s jeans, cupping her sex softly over her underwear. Yuqi bristles at the sensation, subconsciously grinding her hips forward ever so slightly in search of more friction. 

It’s when Soyeon takes two fingers and runs them up the length of her center, ending at her clit, that Yuqi has to stifle herself from letting a moan out into Soyeon’s mouth. And she thinks Soyeon can tell. She releases Yuqi’s lips from her own, moving to the side of her neck instead to suck harshly on her throat.

She murmurs, “It’s okay, cutie. Let it out,” after pressing a soft kiss to her pulse point, and then runs her tongue up until she gets to Yuqi’s ear, gently pulling an earlobe between her teeth. Her hand near Yuqi’s center has begun toying with the waistband of her panties. 

Free from Soyeon’s mouth, Yuqi opens hers a little to take in several deep breaths— the extra oxygen desperately needed as her body begins to overheat with lust. 

As if in retaliation to Yuqi’s deep breathing, Soyeon chooses this moment to work her hand under the waistband of Yuqi’s panties, reaching down and beginning to run her fingers through her folds.

“Oh, you’re so wet for me already,” she whispers teasingly against Yuqi’s throat. 

Yuqi thinks “already” isn’t really that fair of a word choice, considering Soyeon had just been grinding her ass against her crotch for what felt like 16 hours, but she decides to let it go. 

She lets out a soft moan as Soyeon’s fingers continue to explore her outer lips, gathering up some arousal before moving to press against her clit. 

“Fuck.” She can’t help but groan as Soyeon circles the sensitive bud with a few slick fingers. 

“That feel good, cutie?” Soyeon grins.

She hums agreeably, then, “Go inside.”

Soyeon cocks her head at that. “Oh, demanding now, are we?”

“Yes,” Yuqi breathes. “Please.” She feels pathetic, but she doesn’t care. She realizes she doesn’t know much about this woman (or really anything at all), but something tells her she’s probably the type to enjoy some begging.

“Hmm. Well, at least you’re polite about it. Cute.”

Yuqi’s had just about enough of being called cute. At first she thought the nickname was sweet, but now it’s getting a bit old. Sounds too patronizing, like she’s a little kid. Besides, she’s not cute, she’s sexy an— 

Her thoughts are cut short the moment Soyeon begins sliding a single finger into her entrance. She goes slow, cautious of the somewhat fragile situation they’re in. Yuqi’s not a virgin, but already she feels like having sex with a woman is a whole different ball game. So she appreciates Soyeon’s gentle touch.

Yuqi lets out another soft moan as Soyeon’s finger continues to slide deeper into her core. At this point, Soyeon has detached from her neck and leaned back a bit to watch Yuqi’s face for any signs of discomfort. Finding none, she smiles. 

After a few more seconds of resting her finger inside, she begins to move it in and out, curling a bit each time to press against the softest part of Yuqi’s inner walls. Yuqi has begun to writhe slightly, still pressed against the wall. 

“More,” she groans, head tilted back.

Soyeon, still watching her face, lifts her eyebrows in surprise. “What’s the magic word?” she says, tone light and teasing.

“Please,” Yuqi breathes, tilting her head back up to lock eyes with Soyeon. “I need more… please.” Her eyes are shadowed with lust. 

Through the haze surrounding her senses, Yuqi barely picks up the light chuckle that escapes from Soyeon’s lips. “Okay, okay, breathe.”

She slowly begins to gather even more of Yuqi’s arousal on her fingers, before circling her entrance a few times and sliding a second finger in along with the first. 

Yuqi sighs, quickly adjusting to the feeling of fullness. And then, Soyeon is back to sucking on her neck as she starts steadily pumping her fingers in and out of Yuqi’s core. 

She’s had guys finger her before, but it’s always felt… lacking. Too rough, with no finesse. Like they’re trying to skip over the appetizer as quickly as possible to get to the main course. Like they’re just substituting their penis with their fingers for a few minutes. 

But it’s not the same. Fingering is its own art— a craft that many women on this earth have spent years and years honing on their own bodies before ever attempting to perform on someone else. And Soyeon, well, Yuqi thinks she might be a master craftsman. 

Just a few strokes of Soyeon’s fingers within her walls has Yuqi clawing at Soyeon’s hips in a fervor. She doesn’t know what’s come over her; she feels like this woman is practicing some kind of black magic on her pussy. 

“Fuck,” she moans, once more digging her fingers into the fabric of Soyeon’s dress. “Fuck, that’s so good.”

Soyeon does nothing but smile and quicken her pace a bit, digging deeper into Yuqi’s core with each stroke. She angles her palm so she can rub it against Yuqi’s clit at the same time, the friction against the small bundle of nerves already threatening to tip Yuqi over the edge.

“God…” she breathes. She’s a bit embarrassed by how vocal she’s being, but she can’t stop herself. “Fuck, keep going.”

Soyeon smirks as she obeys the taller woman, Yuqi’s walls clenching slightly around her fingers, clit twitching against the heel of her palm. She speeds up her strokes again and digs her palm in a bit more firmly, grinding it against Yuqi’s swollen bud, her hand sliding somewhat due to the slick that’s coating both of them.

Yuqi is grinding her hips into Soyeon’s hand, hard. Her face is screwed up in desperation, her eyebrows knitted together, and she’s now panting slightly in between her occasional moans. 

“Soyeon…”

“Yeah, that’s it, cutie. Say my name,” she smiles softly. “Are you gonna come for me?”

“Yeah,” Yuqi pants. “Yeah… Gonna come– Please, please, please, please–” She continues chanting the word softly, almost hypnotically. 

Soyeon continues the ministrations against her center, coaxing pleasure out of her, stroke by stroke. Yuqi feels like she’s going to burst– a tight, hot coil of pressure continuing to build in the lower part of her stomach. 

Soyeon’s fingers inside her feel so intimate, and the fact that they’re doing this in a random hallway where anyone could walk by and see them is adding fuel to the fire she feels burning within her. 

She’s still mindlessly chanting her plea as Soyeon continues to drill into her. “Please, please, please, please, please–”

“I know, cutie, I know.” Soyeon’s words are a soothing balm to the tense knot that continues to build inside of her. She’s so close now. So agonizingly close. The pressure is building, and building, and building. She’s trembling, legs shaking as Soyeon continues to pin her to the wall, fingers working meticulously inside of her.

Yuqi’s fingers are digging so harshly into Soyeon’s hip at this point that she thinks she might be piercing through her dress. Unfortunately for Soyeon and her dress, Yuqi can’t form the thoughts to care too much about that at the moment, as her release looms ever closer. 

She focuses on the glide of Soyeon’s fingers inside of her, the way they press and curl against her, hitting the most glorious spots with each stroke in and out. The way her palm is sliding against her clit, drawing out the tightness inside of her until it threatens to finally snap. 

And then, it does. With a cry that’s somewhat too loud for the situation, she’s coming hard around Soyeon’s fingers as she continues to coax the waves of pleasure out of her core, palm still pressing firmly against her clit. Yuqi’s moans fade to soft pants as Soyeon’s hand slows within her and then is eventually removed. 

Yuqi barely even registers Soyeon bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking them clean. Soyeon’s smile looks devilish as she stares, tasting Yuqi on her tongue. 

Yuqi’s still breathing heavily, slumped against the wall— Soyeon is attempting to hold her there, but it’s clearly not an easy task for the small woman. Yuqi focuses on finding strength in her legs as Soyeon works to zip up and re-button her jeans for her. 

Soyeon’s still smiling at her. “Hot,” she says simply. “Do you wanna head back to my place?”

“Uhh…” Yuqi feels like her brain is moving in slow motion. The fog of her orgasm is overwhelming. “Why?”

Soyeon giggles a bit, not phased by Yuqi’s naïveté. “To… continue what we’ve started here.” She’s let go of Yuqi now, who’s leaning against the wall, slowly regaining feeling in her limbs. 

“Oh! Uhh. I’m— Oh, wow. Umm—”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” Soyeon says, eyes shining. 

“No! I do! I mean—” Yuqi coughs a bit, trying to stay nonchalant. “That would be cool.” She scratches at the back of her neck absentmindedly. 

“Okay,” Soyeon says gently. “I’m just gonna— oh, shit.”

“What?” Yuqi’s still coming out of the daze of her orgasm. 

“I just remembered— my roommate’s home tonight. It’s probably best if I don’t take you back there… Sorry, cutie, I think we may need to reschedule.” Soyeon frowns a bit. 

Before she can even think to stop herself, Yuqi’s practically shouting, “You can come to my place!” a bit too eagerly. “My roommate is at her boyfriend’s place tonight.”

A sly smirk lights up Soyeon’s face. “That works,” as she grabs Yuqi’s hand and starts leading her once more, presumably towards the exit. 

As they walk out the front door of the bar and into the cool night air, Soyeon finally releases her hand. Yuqi instantly misses the contact. 

“Where do you live?” Soyeon asks. 

Yuqi startles a bit, as if she forgot what was happening here. “Oh! Right,” she chuckles softly. “Uh, I’ll get an Uber.” 

Soyeon jumps into action. “No, no! I’ll get it. Just tell me your address.” She reaches a gentle hand out to rest on Yuqi’s wrist, a subtle attempt to stop her from doing anything further on her phone. 

Yuqi pauses, phone still at the ready, and looks up at Soyeon silently, a somewhat dubious expression on her face.

“Please? Let me. I owe you.” Soyeon’s voice carries a hint of desperation.

Yuqi’s face shows even more confusion. “You owe me? Soyeon, I think at this point, I owe you. Like at least twice.” 

Soyeon sighs. “Come on, cutie.” Her hand, which had still been resting on Yuqi’s wrist, begins a soft trail upwards as her eyes darken slightly. “Just let me take care of you.” Her tone washes over Yuqi’s skin like silk. 

Yuqi suddenly softens at this, unable to resist the woman’s charm. “Okay,” she says, brain still churning to catch up with the hand running up her arm.

She helps Soyeon punch her address into her phone, both of them huddled around it for a second. They watch the map together for a moment before one of Soyeon’s hands slips around Yuqi’s back to rest once more on the bare skin that’s exposed by her crop top. Her fingers splay against the side of Yuqi’s hip, in a manner that feels somewhat too intimate for people who just met. Though she supposes Soyeon’s fingers have already been in much more intimate places.

Soon enough, the car arrives, and Yuqi finds herself missing the warmth of Soyeon’s hand as she removes it to walk over to the vehicle.

The car ride to Yuqi’s place is stiflingly quiet, even with the music the driver has playing. Yuqi feels her whole body tense as the silence between them extends, compounded by her anxiety surrounding this whole night. She’s not sure why she’s so nervous, considering everything that’s already happened. It just feels like she’s about to take a whole new, extremely intimate leap… and it’s a bit overwhelming.

As if sensing her discomfort, Soyeon reaches out a hand and rests it on Yuqi’s thigh, soothingly running it up and down. Yuqi glances down at the hand, watching as Soyeon squeezes a little bit, then looks up to her face. She finds Soyeon already looking at her, the softest expression in her eyes. It makes a warm pang hit somewhere deep in Yuqi’s chest, and she has to look away before she can embarrass herself with any kind of reaction she might have. 

Yuqi continues to stare quietly out the window for the rest of the drive to her place, Soyeon’s hand still sliding up and down her leg, occasionally giving a light squeeze. She’s having a hard time trying to stifle her racing heart.

After a few more minutes of inner turmoil, they reach Yuqi’s building. Yuqi, in perhaps her first display of any kind of dominance or competence all night, opens the car door for Soyeon and then gently leads her up to her apartment. 

Maybe Yuqi takes the silence of the car ride and the walk up here as some kind of false assurance that they would possibly be taking this slow in any way, because she’s downright taken aback when she closes the door behind them and Soyeon is instantly on her.

She walks her small body into Yuqi, pushing her up against the kitchen counter and kisses her, hard. Yuqi’s hands fly instantly to Soyeon’s hips, almost on instinct. Soyeon’s have once again gravitated to the bare skin of her stomach, running around to tickle against her spine.

Quickly, Soyeon moves to start taking off Yuqi’s jacket, attempting to push the smooth leather off her shoulders. Yuqi works with her, angling her arms so Soyeon can pull the jacket off, tossing it onto a nearby chair. 

With that alone, Yuqi’s more exposed than she’s been all night. Soyeon takes a second to drink in the sight of her bare arms before swooping in to kiss her again. Whatever reservations Yuqi may have had about moving too fast are quickly vanishing as Soyeon’s tongue deftly explores her mouth. 

When Soyeon starts licking in to run her tongue along Yuqi’s teeth, she pulls back for a moment, hands bracing against Soyeon’s elbows. 

“Hey,” she starts softly. “Are we– do you want to go to the bedroom?”

Soyeon’s eyes are still closed from the kiss, but she slowly begins to open them at Yuqi’s words– heavily lidded with lust. 

“Sure. Yeah, bedroom,” she mumbles. 

The Soyeon at the bar had been very confident. It’s weird to say, but she almost seemed… professional in the way she had acted towards Yuqi. She was in charge, she knew what she wanted and how to get it. She was unaffected and slightly aloof. 

Now, however, Yuqi thinks “unaffected” might be the opposite of how she’d describe Soyeon’s demeanor. In finally getting Yuqi alone, she seems to have lost control of herself, falling victim to her desires, letting lust overtake her body and brain. 

At least, that’s how it seems to Yuqi. She doesn’t necessarily want to assume that she’s the reason for it… but she’s not sure how else to take Soyeon’s sudden shift in behavior.

In a reversal of roles, Yuqi grabs Soyeon’s hand and begins dragging her to the bedroom. It’s not a long walk– the apartment Yuqi shares with Minnie is quite small and drab. Yuqi finds herself thanking God that Minnie is off at her boyfriend’s place tonight. 

Yuqi realizes suddenly that in the flurry of Soyeon pushing her against the kitchen counter, she had never taken off her shoes. She kicks her boots off quickly, looking up to see that Soyeon has already sat down on the bed, leaning back on her arms to stare at her. 

“Make yourself at home,” Yuqi says, tone dripping with sarcasm.

Soyeon raises her eyebrows playfully. “Yeah, well, I figured since I’ve been inside you, I’m allowed to sit on your bed.” 

“Oh, guess I didn’t get to that section of the lesbian hookup handbook.” 

Soyeon shakes her head with a smile. “Shame. It’s quite the page turner.” 

Yuqi mocks some sort of bemusement as she walks towards the bed and unceremoniously climbs into Soyeon’s lap, legs bracketing her hips. Soyeon seems to bristle a bit in shock as Yuqi grabs her face with both hands and pulls her into a passionate kiss. 

Their tongues tangle together again as Soyeon wraps her arms around Yuqi’s back, fingers playing with the waist of her jeans. Suddenly, she pulls back. 

“Take this off,” she orders, pulling at the edge of Yuqi’s crop top. 

“Jeez, okay,” Yuqi mutters, ripping the offending garment off her body as Soyeon comes face to face with Yuqi’s fancy-looking bra. 

“Dressing to impress?” Soyeon asks, meeting her eyes. 

“Yeah. Is it working?” Yuqi retorts, not missing a beat. 

Soyeon replies with a somewhat incredulous, “Yeah,” before leaning in to place a hot kiss near the top of Yuqi’s breast. She runs her hands flat up Yuqi’s back, tangling her fingers in the band of her bra as she continues pressing her mouth all over Yuqi’s skin. 

Suddenly, Yuqi feels her bra falling away from her body, as Soyeon unhooks the clasp and begins to pull the fabric down. Soon enough, her bare chest is fully on display, to this woman she met mere hours ago. And it feels… good. 

Soyeon smiles at the sight, absorbing Yuqi’s bare skin with her eyes like it’s the only thing keeping her alive. She leans her mouth in again to kiss near the top of her breast, then moves her lips down, slowly creeping towards a nipple. 

Yuqi braces both hands on the sides of Soyeon’s face as she takes an already pert bud into her mouth, swirling it around her tongue and sucking. Yuqi sighs at the sensation, moving her hands up to scratch at Soyeon’s scalp, guiding her head over to her other nipple after a few moments. 

A firm thumb comes up to rub against the now wet nipple not currently in Soyeon’s mouth, moving in circles in tandem with her tongue. Yuqi’s head lolls back in pleasure, panting lightly towards the ceiling. 

Her hands have fallen to rest on either side of Soyeon’s neck, and after a few minutes, she pulls Soyeon up away from her chest and into another heated kiss. Her thumb rubs at Soyeon’s jaw for a minute before pushing against it lightly until their lips are pulling apart.

“Now how am I meant to get you out of that dress without ripping it off of you?” She murmurs the words into Soyeon’s mouth. 

“There’s a zipper in the back. It’s kind of how dresses work.” 

“Too much work. I’d rather rip it off,” Yuqi whispers.

“You are not ripping off this fucking dress.”

Yuqi moves her mouth down to nip at the strap of the dress, pulling it off of Soyeon’s shoulder slightly with her teeth. 

“Stop that.”

Yuqi continues pulling at the strap with her teeth. 

“I said… stop that,” Soyeon growls, grabbing the back of Yuqi’s head by her hair and jerking backwards, lifting her mouth away from her. 

Yuqi’s smirking, Soyeon’s hand grasped hard in the hair at the back of her neck. 

“I didn’t realize you were such a brat.”

Yuqi continues smirking as she silently reaches around Soyeon’s back, trying to find the zipper of her dress. Soyeon releases her grasp on her hair, hands moving down to rest against Yuqi’s bare sides, eyes falling once more to her small but beautiful breasts.

There’s a tug on her dress as Yuqi starts to pull the zipper down, though she can only get it about halfway from this angle.

“Stand up,” she demands.

“I would really love to do that. If only you weren’t sitting on me.”

Yuqi rolls her eyes, lifting off of Soyeon’s lap and pulling her up off the bed alongside her, turning her around and unzipping her dress the rest of the way, mouth falling open slightly with each inch of skin that’s exposed. She can’t stop herself from running her hand along the bare skin of Soyeon’s back, slipping her fingers under the open edge of the dress. 

As she pushes the dress off Soyeon’s shoulders, her hand brushes over a delicate lotus flower tattoo. 

“This is gorgeous,” Yuqi breathes, running her fingers along its edges.

“Oh… thank you,” Soyeon responds, voice soft. 

Yuqi leans in to press a kiss against the flower before turning Soyeon around and guiding the dress down her body, steadying her as she steps out of the garment. She’s left in just her bra and underwear now— a delicate-looking matching lingerie set. 

“Dressing to impress?” Yuqi mocks. 

“Always,” Soyeon murmurs. “Now take off those damn pants.”

“Hey! I like these pants!” 

“I’d like them better on the floor.” Soyeon smirks with a wiggle of her eyebrows. 

“Good one,” Yuqi says, monotone. But she moves to unbutton her pants anyway, removing them quickly before pushing Soyeon back into her bed. 

Soyeon squeals a little at that, somewhat offended at being overpowered so easily. Yuqi crawls into the bed on top of her, connecting their mouths once more. The feeling of their smooth skin and soft curves pressing together is a new sensation for Yuqi, and she’s already relishing in it. 

Suddenly, Soyeon’s spinning their bodies, turning and pressing Yuqi into the bed as she sits up, hips bracketing Yuqi’s in a way that has Yuqi’s brain churning. 

“Can I go down on you?” The question is blunt, and it has Yuqi stumbling for a minute to catch up.

She stares at Soyeon for several long moments, eyes wide, searching. For what, she’s not entirely sure. 

Finally, she replies, “Yeah,” somewhat breathlessly, as she finally allows the arousal that sparked within her at the question to take hold. 

Soyeon says nothing, but leans down to kiss her again for a few moments, detaching eventually to start trailing her mouth down Yuqi’s body. 

Her tongue feels electric, lighting up every inch of Yuqi’s skin it touches. Soyeon moves from her chest, taking a moment to suck at a nipple, down to her abdomen, licking around her belly button for a moment, before pressing a kiss above the waistband of her panties. 

She hesitates for a few moments, looking up to hold Yuqi’s gaze— her eyes dark and filled with desire. Then she hooks her fingers under Yuqi’s panties and starts pulling, trailing the fabric down Yuqi’s legs until she’s completely naked on the bed before her. 

Yuqi’s never really considered herself to be shy, even when it comes to sex, but the weight of Soyeon’s gaze on her naked body has her feeling somewhat exposed and bashful. Heat rushes to her cheeks as Soyeon’s eyes roam from her face down to the apex of thighs. 

A subtle smile lights up Soyeon’s face as she leans back in, lowering her body until she’s level with Yuqi. She plants a single kiss to the middle of Yuqi’s thigh, and then, without much warning, Yuqi feels a warm mouth on her center. 

Diving right in, Soyeon gently licks up and down Yuqi’s folds, adding to the wetness that’s already there. Admittedly, Yuqi’s only had a guy go down on her a couple times, but this, in the same vein as the earlier fingering, already feels so much… more. Soyeon knows what feels good– she knows which areas are more sensitive and how to touch them. How to lick, how to suck, how to move her tongue. And God… it’s already working Yuqi up into a frenzy.

She has her hands up behind her head, arching her back into the mattress as Soyeon grips her thighs, subtly pulling them apart even further as she continues to lick up and down her folds before sucking at her clit.

“Fuck,” Yuqi exhales as she moves a hand down to play with one of her nipples, twirling it between her fingers in tandem with Soyeon swirling her tongue around her clit. 

She writhes underneath Soyeon, hips grinding up into her mouth in a steady rhythm. They continue these motions for a while, another coil of tension slowly building in Yuqi’s lower stomach.

Eventually, Soyeon pulls her mouth away and begins carefully running two fingers up and down the length of Yuqi’s center. After gathering some arousal on them, she presses a few heavy circles around her swollen clit before firmly running her fingers back and forth over it several times. The pressure against the sensitive bundle of nerves has Yuqi’s head spinning as she digs her fingers into the sheets, panting hard. 

After a few more rubs of her clit, Soyeon moves her fingers down to tease at Yuqi’s entrance, circling the hole softly for a few moments before gently beginning to push her fingers inside. 

Yuqi groans at the feeling of Soyeon being inside her once more, continuing to grind her hips into the bed as Soyeon begins to slowly stroke in and out. Once Yuqi seems to have adjusted to the girth of her fingers, she leans back down to capture Yuqi’s clit between her lips, sucking softly. 

At this, Yuqi can’t stop herself from bringing her hands down to tangle in Soyeon’s hair, running her fingers through the short locks as her moans grow louder. 

“Fuck, keep going…” she pants, as Soyeon hits a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her while simultaneously pressing her tongue down hard on her clit. 

The pressure has continued to build up inside her, the brewing sensation of her impending orgasm making every inch of her body feel as if it’s on fire. Her limbs are beginning to tense, begging for the pleasure of release. 

Soyeon seems to sense that she’s close, picking up the speed and intensity of her strokes while continuing to smother her clit with her mouth and tongue. 

With the hand that’s not inside her, Soyeon grabs one of Yuqi’s thighs and throws it over her shoulder— the slightly adjusted angle of her hips causing Soyeon’s fingers inside of her to hit a brand new spot in a way that makes Yuqi see stars. 

“Fuck! Just like that. Oh, God, fuck, I’m so close.” 

Soyeon continues her movements, showing her pussy a kind of attention and skill Yuqi’s truly never experienced before. Her clit is twitching uncontrollably and she can feel her walls starting to pulse around Soyeon’s fingers, still hitting deep within her with every stroke. 

“Fuck! Yes! Please, God— Yes! Don’t stop! Fuck—“ 

And then she’s coming again, her walls clenching hard around Soyeon’s talented fingers as every inch of her pussy, inside and out, flutters and shakes. She can feel an all new gush of arousal spilling out of her, Soyeon continuing to twirl her tongue softly around her clit as she slowly comes down from her high. 

As her body begins to relax and her breathing slows to a more normal cadence, she realizes that Soyeon has moved up her body to lay next to her. She’s on her side, head propped up by her hand as she stares at Yuqi, somewhat smugly. 

“Can I help you?” Yuqi asks, still trying to catch her breath a bit.

“Yes, actually,” Soyeon says, bringing her other hand up so it’s hanging in front of Yuqi’s face. “Open your mouth,” she demands.

Still in the daze of her orgasm, confusion floods Yuqi’s brain momentarily, before she realizes this is the hand that had just been inside her– Soyeon’s fingers are covered with her arousal. 

Soyeon is impatient. “Come on, open,” she chastises. 

Finally understanding, Yuqi does as she’s told, opening her mouth with a lustful gaze in Soyeon’s direction, as two lithe fingers slide deep into her mouth. She does her best to lick and suck each inch of Soyeon’s fingers clean as she moves them in and out slightly. Eventually, she seems satisfied, pulling them out of Yuqi’s mouth with a small pop.

“Good girl,” she husks. 

Yuqi’s eyes go wide at that as another jolt of arousal shoots straight to her core. 

“Now, don’t you think I’m still a little too dressed?” Soyeon asks playfully– she’s still wearing her bra and underwear. 

“Y– yeah,” she stutters stupidly. They just stare at each other for a moment.

“Well, are you gonna do something about that?”

“Yes!” Yuqi exclaims, trying to find her confidence again through her haze of lust. Her hands quickly flit to Soyeon’s sides, caressing softly for a moment before she moves one hand behind her to unclasp her bra. Only fumbling for a second or two, she quickly unhooks it and begins to pull the garment away from Soyeon’s body, straps trailing down and off her arms as it goes. 

With her hands on Soyeon’s waist, she pulls them closer together, getting a better angle to hook her fingers in Soyeon’s panties and pull down. Soyeon helps her a bit, eventually kicking them off her feet somewhere onto the floor. 

Once Soyeon is fully naked in front of her, Yuqi takes a moment to sit back and admire her. She doesn’t really know what the protocol is with this kind of thing when it comes to one night stands. She assumes maybe you shouldn’t be lovingly admiring each other’s bodies… but she can’t seem to stop herself. 

Her hands are still on Soyeon’s hips as she looks her body slowly up and down. She then looks back to Soyeon’s face, meeting her eyes– she looks shy, an entirely new side from the Soyeon she had met earlier tonight. 

“I haven’t had a chance yet to tell you how stunning you are,” Yuqi whispers. “I thought so from the moment we met.” 

Soyeon giggles bashfully at that, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. “Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself, cutie.” 

Yuqi can’t even bring herself to be mad at the nickname anymore. Maybe it’s the orgasms, maybe it’s something else, but she decides she likes the attention. And honestly, Soyeon can call her pretty much whatever she wants if she keeps fucking her like she has been. 

The thought that maybe this should be more than a one night stand passes briefly through Yuqi’s mind, but she really doesn’t have the time or brain capacity to fully consider that as a concept right now. She tucks it away as something to worry about later. She has more important things to worry about right now. Like her first time making another woman come.

Soyeon seems to read some level of uncertainty on her face and reaches out a hand to splay against Yuqi’s waist. 

“Hey.”

Yuqi lifts her eyes to meet Soyeon’s.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine,” Yuqi responds, a bit too quickly.

“It’s okay if you want to stop. We don’t have to do anything else.”

Yuqi’s eyebrows knit together. “No! No, no, I want to keep going.” 

“Are you sure?” Soyeon asks, concern written on her face.

“Yes, I’m sure,” Yuqi nods along with her words.

Soyeon’s face softens. “Okay,” she says, moving to grab one of Yuqi’s hands. “Just follow my lead.”

Yuqi watches in awe as Soyeon pulls her hand towards her own body, setting it down to rest against her lower abdomen, before pushing it lower and lower, until Yuqi’s fingers are resting against her center. 

Giving a soft pat to Yuqi’s hand, she then moves her own hand towards Yuqi until it’s resting in the same position on her center. She waits a moment, meeting Yuqi’s eyes in a pointed gaze, before she begins to move her fingers, diving once more into Yuqi’s soft folds. 

Yuqi sighs quietly at the feeling of Soyeon parting her outer lips, getting lost in the tingling sensation of it, before realizing she should be doing something too. 

She slowly begins moving her fingers, trying to match Soyeon’s movements on her. Soyeon is wet– really wet– and the slick slide of Yuqi’s fingers within her folds in combination with the feeling of Soyeon touching her is turning Yuqi on in ways she didn’t even realize were possible. 

After a few moments of exploration, Soyeon brings her thumb up to press on Yuqi’s already somewhat ravished clit, a soft moan escaping Yuqi’s mouth at the sudden sensation. She takes the hint and does the same to Soyeon, her mouth falling open slightly in arousal. Her eyes drop to Yuqi’s mouth, and she leans in to capture Yuqi’s lips between her own, biting at them with a bit of force.

Everything happening at the same time like this is making Yuqi’s brain feel like goo, and she’s having somewhat of a hard time focusing on touching Soyeon. She and Soyeon both know this is her first time trying to pleasure another woman, but she really doesn’t want to embarrass herself. She wants to make Soyeon feel good, and she wants to prove (mostly to herself) that she can do this, that she’s not completely out of her depth.

She tries her best to clear her mind and focus on the way Soyeon’s fingers are moving against her, and then works to replicate those movements on Soyeon. Not exactly– in a similar fashion, but her own style. While she hasn’t touched another woman like this before, she obviously has plenty of experience touching herself, and she figures it can’t be that different between women– if there’s something she likes, it probably would also feel at least somewhat good for Soyeon, too. 

With that thought as a comfort, she starts touching Soyeon in earnest. As Soyeon has continued to run her fingers all through her folds, occasionally rubbing and circling her clit, Yuqi begins to do the same. 

Despite her not really even doing much so far, Soyeon’s wetness has continued to grow. The amount of slick that’s coating her core is astounding, and the way Yuqi’s fingers feel when sliding through it all is incredible. 

She runs her fingers through the folds, reveling in their soft, unique texture. After gathering some of the plentiful slick on her fingers, she moves up to Soyeon’s clit, circling it firmly several times before flicking back and forth over it with a steady pressure. 

Soyeon moans into her mouth, and Yuqi quickly realizes it’s the first time she’s heard Soyeon moan. And wow, it’s gorgeous. 

Until now, Yuqi hadn’t put much consideration into the sound of a woman’s moans, or how it would feel to draw that kind of noise out of a woman. She realizes in this moment how incredibly hot it is— not only the sound itself, but how it makes her feel knowing that she was the cause of it. 

It makes her preen a bit, knowing she did that. She smirks subtly into their kiss, finally beginning to feel some confidence within herself. 

She moans back into Soyeon’s mouth, getting caught up in the feeling of her touch mixed with the satisfaction of pleasing her. And then she decides to up the ante.

After circling Soyeon’s clit a few more times, Yuqi slowly starts moving her hand back down to run through her folds, searching through the wetness to find Soyeon’s entrance. She teases around it for a few moments, preparing herself mentally for what she’s about to do. Then, gently, she pushes inside.

Soyeon moans into her mouth again, then moves to pull away from her slightly.

“Impressive, cutie,” she murmurs against Yuqi’s lips.

“No big deal,” Yuqi pants. “Just wanna make you feel good.”

“Mmmm, you are,” Soyeon breathes.

“Good,” Yuqi husks, moving her mouth down to suck at Soyeon’s neck, as their fingers keep moving on each other.

At this point, Soyeon also moves her fingers down to Yuqi’s entrance, pushing into her for the third time tonight— the feeling of Soyeon’s fingers inside her walls is starting to feel quite familiar to her already.

Yuqi hums into Soyeon’s skin, positively buzzing at the sensation of both being inside Soyeon and Soyeon being inside of her. 

She’s pressing her fingers firmly into Soyeon’s walls as she’s stroking in and out of her, pulling out almost entirely each time before pushing back in. Soyeon has begun pressing circles into her G-spot, and the pleasure of that alone is enough to make her own fingers stutter for a second. 

“Fuck,” she lets out, teeth pressing into Soyeon’s throat. “Fuck, shit— Holy fucking shit.”

“Such a mouth on you,” Soyeon smirks.

“Shh,” Yuqi hushes, biting at Soyeon’s neck, pulling a bit of skin between her teeth. 

Soyeon lets out a small yelp at the pinch of her skin, digging her fingers even deeper into Yuqi’s center and hitting another incredibly sensitive spot on her walls. 

They’re pressed so close together now, their arms are trapped between them, skin pressed against skin pressed against skin. Yuqi’s still stroking in and out of Soyeon, and with the angle of her arm, she’s also started to rub her wrist against Soyeon’s clit. That seems to cause her to stutter a bit in her movements against Yuqi, as she presses a particularly rough stroke deep into her core and then freezes for a moment.

“Mmm, so good, cutie,” she murmurs. Yuqi is still sucking on her throat, and can feel the vibrations of her vocal cords against her lips. She wants Soyeon to keep talking. 

“Keep talking,” she verbalizes. 

Soyeon moans at the request, and then complies. 

“You feel so good inside me, Yuqi. You’re doing so good, you’re making me feel so good.” She’s panting in earnest now. “When I saw you alone and all pathetic at the bar trying to order that drink… God, I wanted you so bad. And damn, it’s been worth it. I love seeing you writhe underneath me. I love fucking you, eating you out, tasting your pussy.”

Yuqi doesn’t know how Soyeon is getting all this out with how labored her breathing is. Half of her words are coming out as whines. She sounds somewhat out of her mind. 

“And this, fucking you as you fuck me, god, it’s perfect.” Soyeon’s words are essentially just moans at this point. “This is perfect. You’re p—”

And then, as Yuqi’s stroking deep and hard within her and grinding roughly into her clit, Soyeon is coming. Soyeon is coming, and it’s so beautiful. Yuqi leans her head back from her spot on Soyeon’s neck to watch her face as she reaches her peak. Her eyes are screwed shut in pleasure and her mouth is open in a wanton moan as her walls clench down hard on Yuqi’s fingers, her entire body trembling around the point where the two of them are connected.

Yuqi watches Soyeon’s euphoria as the waves of pleasure flow through her, walls pulsing around her fingers. Somehow, Soyeon is managing to continue her motions inside of Yuqi at the same time, still pressing hard against her softest, most sensitive spots. The feeling of it in combination with Soyeon’s fluttering walls around her fingers and the gorgeous moaning in her ears has Yuqi close to the edge as well.

”Fuck, Soyeon, I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.” Her forehead is leaning into Soyeon’s temple, barely able to contain herself as Soyeon continues pushing deep inside of her.

Her brain is a mess of sensations and emotions as she feels herself building up to another orgasm. She’s continued her movements against Soyeon’s center, unable to stop herself even as Soyeon has pushed past her peak and is still working through the daze of her pleasure. Soyeon, to her credit, is letting it happen— she’s beginning to mewl softly as Yuqi relentlessly pushes in and out of her sensitive heat, still grinding against her tender clit.

As Yuqi gets closer and closer to release, Soyeon’s strokes inside of her are becoming more purposeful again as she regains some sense of composure, hitting deep and hard and then pulling out. She rubs roughly at Yuqi’s clit as she slides her hand across it and back down to hit deep inside Yuqi’s core once more. 

She continues these motions, stroking deep inside, pulling out to run her fingers roughly across Yuqi’s clit, and then rubbing back down across the bud and through all her folds before plunging back in, hitting a spot inside her that Yuqi’s not sure she’s ever even hit herself. 

The rhythm of it is hypnotic and downright erotic, it has Yuqi almost drooling into the sheets. She’s only able to keep her fingers moving against Soyeon through sheer determination and willpower. At this point, Soyeon is fully moaning once more, and she sounds like she’s getting close to another release herself. But Yuqi decides to make sure.

”Are you close?” she pants into the side of Soyeon’s face.

”Yeah,” Soyeon responds, more of a whine than an actual word. 

“Good. Come with me,” Yuqi breathes. 

Soyeon does nothing but nod, continuing her hypnotic rhythm against Yuqi as Yuqi pushes even harder against Soyeon, curling her fingers inside and sliding her wrist firmly against Soyeon’s swollen clit. Yuqi wants to somehow press her body even closer to Soyeon, to be even more intertwined, to be inside her in more ways than one.

”Fuck, fuck, oh God, please come with me. Please, Soyeon. Fuck!”

They both frantically speed up the motion of their hands as the pleasure continues to build and build. Yuqi’s entire body is shaking with anticipation. Soyeon’s pleasure is her pleasure and her pleasure is Soyeon’s pleasure, and in the culmination of their pleasures, it feels like they’re becoming one. 

Soyeon’s moans in her ear are louder than ever, and the sound of their fingers moving in and out of their slick cores is somehow making her even more wet. They continue to stroke and grind together as they get closer and closer to their shared release. 

Yuqi focuses hard on the motion of her fingers inside Soyeon and Soyeon’s fingers inside of her as the coil of tension threatens to burst within her stomach. Her clit feels unlike it’s ever felt before, and with each time Soyeon runs her fingers over it, she gets closer and closer to exploding.

With one more rub of her clit and one more thrust deep within her, Yuqi is coming again.

”Soyeon— Fuck!” she yells, as her walls close in around Soyeon’s fingers. As her brain collapses into a sea of pleasure, she keeps rubbing. Soyeon moans grow higher and higher and louder and louder until she’s coming again too, throwing her head back in pleasure as she lets out a short scream. 

They continue moving their fingers within each other for a few more moments as they help each other down from their highs, their bodies shivering slightly as the release works its way through their veins. 

Eventually, they both stop the motion of their fingers and simply rest them within each other, too exhausted to move just yet. 

Yuqi drops her head to rest on Soyeon’s shoulder, breathing heavily into her skin. 

“Fuck,” she says, plainly.

Soyeon smiles. “Yeah, fuck.”

“That was… crazy.”

Soyeon chuckles lightly against her. “You’re cute.”

Yuqi rolls her eyes, though Soyeon can’t see it, her head still resting on her shoulder. “You’ve mentioned that.” 

“Sorry, it was just the first word I thought of when I saw you. Do you not like it?”

Yuqi finally lifts her head up, though they’re still pressed close together, fingers inside each other. She laughs lightly. “No, it’s fine. Just not really the vibe I normally try to cultivate.” 

Soyeon just looks at her, eyebrows raised. “Maybe so. But you look like a golden retriever puppy wearing a leather jacket.”

“So… cool as fuck?”

Soyeon rolls her eyes with a loud laugh, pushing Yuqi in the shoulder with one hand and then choosing to finally pull the fingers of her other hand out of Yuqi’s core. She takes her fingers into her mouth and sucks sensually while looking Yuqi dead in the eyes. Not to be outdone, Yuqi does the same– gently pulling her fingers from Soyeon and sucking them clean.

Yuqi’s not exactly sure what the normal procedure is for this kind of thing, but she feels maybe like this isn’t quite it. 

After simultaneously sucking on their fingers for several moments, they remove their hands and continue to stare into each other’s eyes. It feels a bit too intimate, and Yuqi’s not sure of the intent behind it, but she can’t look away. Soyeon’s eyes are gorgeous, and perhaps that’s mostly the orgasm and the taste of her arousal on her tongue talking, but it’s true. 

Soon, Soyeon chuckles slightly to herself and breaks eye contact. “Well, do you wanna get some sleep?” she says as she pushes away from Yuqi a bit.

Confusion colors Yuqi’s face. “What? Do you not– don’t you need– I– shouldn’t I do you again?”

Soyeon laughs again. “No, I’m fine. You did great already, trust me. I’m good. Really!” she says, as Yuqi looks at her suspiciously. 

“Okay,” she says, eyes narrowed. “If you say so.” She then yawns involuntarily.

“Tired?” Soyeon asks, eyes twinkling. 

“God, yeah, I guess so. Sorry.”

“No reason to apologize. Here, close your eyes,” Soyeon says, motioning for Yuqi to snuggle into her arms. 

“Oh.” She’s surprised by the offer, but pleased. “Okay.” 

Yuqi closes her eyes and lays back into Soyeon’s chest, her arms coming to surround her from behind. Soyeon is so warm and soft behind her, she feels so comforted and safe, Yuqi almost instantly feels herself falling into unconsciousness.