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Yuqi breathes a heavy sigh of relief as she walks through the door of her apartment, finally alone in her own, private space. She’s not normally one to relish in isolation, but today was extremely long and tiring, and she definitely could use a break from being around people.
Which is why it’s all the more alarming when she hears a loud shuffling noise from somewhere further into the apartment.
“Hello?” she calls out, momentarily worried that perhaps a crazy fan has made their way into her home, somehow worming their way past the several layers of security protecting her.
“Hi, baby,” she hears a familiar voice call out, seeming to echo from the direction of the kitchen.
“Soyeon?!” she exclaims, worries and exhaustion fading away as she finds herself moving towards the voice without consciously making the decision to do so—her feet carrying her to the sound of her lover despite her previous desire to be alone.
As Yuqi gets closer to the kitchen, she can make out the sound of something sizzling in a pan. Her stomach growls at the noise, aching to have a satisfying meal after a long day of work.
“Hi,” she says softly, stepping into the archway of the kitchen to see Soyeon standing with her back to her, stirring away at the stove.
“Hi,” Soyeon says hurriedly, turning to smile sweetly over her shoulder for a moment before turning back towards the stove.
“Whatcha doin’?” Yuqi asks, stepping further into the room as she takes in what Soyeon is wearing—a dark, navy blue robe, silky, smooth, and much too short. Yuqi can almost see her ass cheeks sticking out from the hem of it that rests against the back of her thighs.
“Cooking.”
“Cooking what?” She steps up behind Soyeon, gripping both hands against the swell of her hips—the silky fabric of the robe sliding somewhat under her fingers.
“Umm—” Soyeon shivers slightly as Yuqi’s fingers press into her. “I was trying to make you some jokbal… but I think I messed it up.”
“Mmm,” Yuqi hums, tucking her head against Soyeon’s neck to press a soft kiss against her skin. “It smells delicious. But what’s the occasion?”
“Well, I know you had a long day…” Yuqi nips at her neck as Soyeon pauses, still attempting to stir the contents of the pan. “A long week, I guess. Wanted to give you something special. For working so hard.”
“Oh?”
Soyeon lets out a soft giggle, blushing as Yuqi’s hands shift to roam her abdomen, toying with the strip of fabric that is only loosely holding the robe closed.
“You know I love it when you work so hard for me,” Soyeon murmurs, low and sexy, subtly pushing her hips back into Yuqi’s groin.
Yuqi tries her best to focus on the conversation, to not get swept away in the feelings of arousal that already threaten to overwhelm her. “For you?” The fabric strip of the robe is fully wrapped around her finger now, and she twirls it, tempted to pull until the entire garment falls to the floor.
Soyeon smiles as one of Yuqi’s hands comes up to tug at her chin, pulling it back towards where she stands behind the older woman. “Everything you do is for me.” She’s barely able to get the words out before Yuqi pulls her into a gentle kiss, humming as the harsh buzzing in her head finally quiets a bit—the feeling of Soyeon’s lips on hers instantly comforting.
She pulls away before it gets too heated, nuzzling her cheek against the side of Soyeon’s face. “Everything?” It’s practically a whisper, barely audible over the meat still sizzling away in the pan.
“Everything.” Soyeon nods softly, stirring the food again as she seems to remember it exists. “Since you came to Korea. It’s all been for me, in a way. Maybe everything before that was, too. You just didn’t know it yet.”
“I’m not sure I follow,” Yuqi teases, both hands back to toy with the fabric wrapped around Soyeon’s waist, ever so slowly beginning to untie the loose knot.
“Everything you’ve ever done has led you to me. Everything you do is for me, for us. For our team. But for me, especially. As your boss. To make me proud.” Soyeon seems to finally give up stirring the food, turning off the burner and spinning slowly in Yuqi’s arms until they’re face to face.
“Oh, you’re my boss today, huh?” Yuqi mumbles, centimeters away from Soyeon’s lips again.
“Every day,” Soyeon says simply, smirking as she pulls Yuqi’s bottom lip between her own, biting gently at the supple skin.
The feeling begins to melt something in Yuqi’s brain, her limbs going slightly numb as she hears Soyeon moan softly. The older woman pulls away after a few moments, and Yuqi growls playfully as their lips separate—she can never get enough of Soyeon; the way her small body tucks into her own, her smooth, tan skin, her beautiful smile, the sound of her laugh when you can tell she really means it, the way her short, fluffy hair frames her stunning face…
Soyeon’s current haircut makes her look older and more mature in the best way possible, and it’s had Yuqi feeling especially horny ever since Soyeon got it dyed. This hairstyle in particular, which is soft and voluminous in a way that has Soyeon constantly insisting she’s a puppy, has Yuqi downright aching.
They haven’t had much time for each other over the past several days—the rush of comeback season overwhelming both of their schedules. It’s gotten to a bit of a breaking point for Yuqi, and she’s grateful that Soyeon may have sensed this and chose to invite herself over.
They normally don’t really spend their nights together during comebacks, as it’s more of a distraction than it is anything productive—Yuqi could keep Soyeon awake all night, whether that be through sex or simply talking her ear off. They’ve learned that it’s best to stay apart at certain times, in order to actually get some semblance of rest.
And though Yuqi had previously thought some alone time might do her some good, she’s realizing now that she needs Soyeon tonight. Desperately, really. And as she lunges after Soyeon’s lips leaving hers, she can sense her desperation already beginning to filter its way towards the junction of her hips, soft flesh slowly beginning to awaken.
She can’t help but whine as Soyeon leans back in her arms, smug. “Are you gonna behave tonight?” Soyeon asks, eyes roaming her surely pathetic-looking expression.
“Yes,” she pouts. Truly pathetic, but only for a moment. She has a job to do, after all. A girlfriend to take care of. A leader to satisfy. “What do you need from me, boss?”
Soyeon smiles, evil, scheming, a hand working its way down to cover the quickly growing bulge of Yuqi’s groin. Yuqi keens into her touch, stifling a much too eager groan from leaving her lips.
“I think I’d like you to take me from behind.”
Yuqi does groan at that, eyes falling shut briefly as Soyeon’s hand closes around her through her pants. Through her haze of lust, she can’t help but think about Soyeon’s request—though hot, it’s not exactly complicated. Yuqi opens her eyes to find Soyeon’s, bringing a hand up to rest a thumb softly against Soyeon’s chin, her other fingers splaying against her jaw. “Is that all?”
Soyeon giggles, in a way that makes Yuqi want to spin her around and fuck her right here against the stove. “Kinda. But… I want you to do it somewhere I can see. So I can watch.”
Yuqi groans again, entirely unsubtle, surging forward to capture Soyeon’s lips with her own while simultaneously working her hands around to grab Soyeon’s ass. The fabric of her robe bunches over top of Yuqi’s hand, palm connecting with the bare skin underneath. “Yeah,” she breathes, breaking away for a moment. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Thank you,” Soyeon says, a bit too sweetly as she slowly begins to unzip Yuqi’s pants, their lips connecting once more, pushing and pulling together in the heat still radiating from the now lifeless stovetop.
Yuqi already feels breathless as Soyeon kisses her—deep and hard in a way that feels achingly desperate. She all but gasps into it as Soyeon’s hand brushes against the shaft of her cock, barely accessible under her tight jeans. She knew she was feeling pretty horny over the past few days, but she didn’t realize it had gotten quite this bad; she needs Soyeon more than ever.
“I need you,” she whimpers, showing her hand all too easily with the woman she’s grown to know so well, to be so comfortable with.
“I know, baby,” Soyeon murmurs back, gently pulling at Yuqi’s dick until it’s freed from her restrictive underwear. “I need you, too.”
Teasing fingers on the tip of her cock cause Yuqi to throw her head back with a breathy pant, tingly arousal flooding her entire groin. “Fuck, Soyeon,” she moans, grabbing roughly at the other woman’s face. “I love you. So much.”
A soft chuckle leaves Soyeon’s lips, and Yuqi knows she’s being a bit overeager. She can’t bring herself to care, though. She’s always worn her emotions on her sleeve, and being open and honest with the love of her life is something that’s important to her. Silly sweet-nothings and over-excited confessions seem to constantly slip out of her in the older woman’s presence.
“I love you, too,” Soyeon breathes, pressing their lips together again as her hand begins to stroke Yuqi’s shaft in earnest. She’s not even fully hard, but Yuqi can already sense herself teetering on the edge of release. Embarrassing.
She groans as she reaches a hand down to wrap lightly around Soyeon’s wrist, subtly urging her to slow down. “Hey… Wh–what about the jokbal?” she mumbles against Soyeon’s lips.
“Why are you thinking about jokbal right now?” Soyeon asks, soft but incredulous, a teasing smile taking over her face. The hand wrapped around Yuqi’s dick barely slows at all, and she can feel herself getting ever closer to her peak, her hips seeking out Soyeon’s hand in a gentle thrust with every pump up and down.
“Y–you made it for me.”
If it weren’t for Yuqi’s cock in between them, their hips would be fully smashed together at this point, Yuqi practically pinning Soyeon to the stove as her hand continues to move. Soyeon’s thighs flex hard against the weight of Yuqi’s body pressing into her, her upper body almost leaning backwards over the stovetop.
“I messed it up.”
“I’m sure it’s still delicious. I’m– I’m starving.” Despite the hunger pangs she feels rumbling her insides, Yuqi can barely believe the words she’s saying. An entirely different kind of hunger seems to be overpowering her every brain cell; she doesn’t give a fuck about the jokbal right now, if she’s being honest.
“Later,” Soyeon murmurs, sexy in a way that only she can be. “I have something else for you to focus on.” As the sentence leaves her mouth, she tantalizingly pulls at the dainty strip of fabric holding her robe closed. The garment falls open with little fanfare, revealing the lithe body underneath—all of Soyeon’s skin laid bare as a feast for Yuqi’s seeking eyes.
After giving Yuqi a moment or two to drool, Soyeon reaches for one of her hands, pulling it towards her center as their eyes lock together knowingly. Yuqi doesn’t waste any time, easily and greedily slipping her fingers within the familiar folds of Soyeon’s core.
She groans at the wetness coating her fingertips, hips shaking as Soyeon continues to pump her cock. Her fingers slide against Soyeon’s center, back and forth through such an intense amount of slick that she can barely find purchase against the skin. When she presses into the already straining clit, Soyeon’s hand against her stutters for a moment, an almost silent moan leaving her lips.
“Baby,” Yuqi pants. “I didn’t know you needed me so bad…”
“I’ve missed you,” Soyeon breathes, barely a whisper.
“We’ve–been together constantly for–for days.”
“You know what I mean,” Soyeon sighs, punctuating it with a sharp twist of her hand as she removes it from Yuqi’s dick, instead moving to grab the hand that’s been moving through her wetness. Her fingers wrap around Yuqi’s wrist, pulling her back and forth through her folds, quickly coating as much of Yuqi’s skin as she can with her slippery arousal.
Once satisfied, she thrusts Yuqi’s hand back towards her cock, doing the best she can to quickly wrap Yuqi’s own fingers around herself. Yuqi gets the memo, insatiably beginning to pump her own hand up and down her entire length, spreading Soyeon’s wetness all over her skin. Her eyes roll into the back of her head at the sensation of Soyeon’s cum being the lubrication that’s bringing her ever closer to climax.
Lost in her mind, desperate for more, Yuqi abruptly stops stroking herself, finding Soyeon’s eyes in an intense stare before hastily plunging her cock deep into Soyeon’s soaked, tight pussy. Soyeon moans, loud, lifting a leg up to rest against Yuqi’s hip, pushing her own hips forward in search of more—in turn helping Yuqi plunge even deeper.
The warm walls surrounding her erection feel somehow even better than normal—perhaps a side effect of going without for almost a week—and Yuqi groans, biting the inside of her mouth to try to stop herself from coming too fast. It ultimately doesn’t help too much though, and after only just a few pumps inside, she feels the overwhelming ripple of pleasure work its way through her body, head to toe, her cock spurting a thick, continuous load of cum deep inside Soyeon’s center.
“F–fuck,” she stutters, absolutely pathetic, hips vibrating as she presses as close to Soyeon as possible, her dick continuing to pump out its load. “I’m sorry...”
“It’s okay,” Soyeon says, soft, like she actually means it. “Just keep going.” Her hand is on Yuqi’s cheek now, pulling their eyes together. Yuqi loves her eyes. She loves everything about Soyeon, but she loves her eyes maybe most of all. The way they always tell the truth.
“I—Okay,” Yuqi pants, her legs shaking and her dick throbbing. Her entire body feels wiggly, like she’s made out of jelly, but she manages to keep thrusting her hips, pumping her sensitive cock in and out of Soyeon and the utter mess she just created inside of her.
“Good,” Soyeon murmurs, stroking her cheek now in a calming fashion. “So perfect for me.”
If she hadn’t just come, the words would definitely make Yuqi lose control. So simple, yet so devastating to her small, easily-affected monkey brain. She presses forward, pulling Soyeon’s bottom lip between her own. To get her to stop talking, to stop herself from talking, or to focus on something else—maybe just one of those, or perhaps a combination of all three. Something about her teeth digging into the delicate skin helps Yuqi try to pull herself together.
As she continues, the rhythm of her hips is messy and uneven, but Soyeon manages to meet her pattern perfectly each time—their most intimate places grinding together in a beat that could almost be considered musical—the coordination they’re so familiar with in their work lives being reflected in their personal lives, too.
Somehow, Yuqi’s remained painfully hard throughout all of this, and the push and pull of her throbbing dick inside of Soyeon’s overwhelming wetness has her head spinning. She almost feels dizzy, holding on to Soyeon for dear life as it feels like the other woman is milking her for all she’s worth.
“Is this okay?” Yuqi manages to get out, not sure if she’s even pleasing Soyeon at all.
“Yes,” Soyeon groans without hesitation, melting into the insistent press of Yuqi’s body against hers. Her leg around Yuqi’s hip grips even tighter, moving up a bit with the motion of their bodies together.
“Fuck…” Yuqi breathes, still coming down from her climax. “I love you so much.”
Soyeon smiles, her hands wrapping around the back of Yuqi’s neck and head, pulling her in impossibly closer. “I love you, too,” she says, before dragging Yuqi’s lips into a passionate kiss, their hips moving back and forth together in a hasty rhythm.
Still somewhat lost in her climax and the sensations overwhelming her entire body, Yuqi barely even realizes that Soyeon is about to reach her peak as well. When the shiver that runs up Soyeon’s body finally culminates in a powerful orgasm, Yuqi smiles into their kiss, swallowing the moans that filter into her mouth from around Soyeon’s tongue, buried deep in her throat.
“That’s it, baby,” she says, breaking away from the kiss to nose into Soyeon’s cheek. The loud moan that escapes her mouth afterwards is entirely unintentional, a traitorous noise, expressed without her permission. But with the pulsating tension of Soyeon’s skin wrapped around her length, she can’t help but feel insane. “Let me hear you.”
Her hands tug at the hair at the back of Soyeon’s neck—so fluffy—and pull her head back slightly, neck exposed to eager teeth. Soyeon’s body has gone mostly limp after her release, and the pliant, open nature of it makes Yuqi even more horny. She feels a whole new rush of blood flow to her cock at the simple idea of Soyeon being so ready and willing to take everything Yuqi gives her.
Still pumping in and out of their shared mess of wetness, Yuqi manages to find some semblance of conscious thought floating around in her brain. “Do you want to move somewhere else? So you can see?”
Soyeon pants out a rough sigh, clinging desperately to Yuqi. “I just want you.”
Yuqi hums, nipping at Soyeon’s neck, losing herself in the rhythm of her thrusts. “I wanna fuck you like you wanted.”
“I just wanted this,” Soyeon breathes, so quiet. “I’ve missed this.”
The whisper of her voice contrasted by the slapping of their bodies makes Yuqi realize how precious this is, how delicate and beautiful Soyeon is in these moments. How they fit together perfectly, both literally and figuratively. How Yuqi wants to stay, fitting together perfectly, for the rest of their lives.
Before she can get any closer to another orgasm, she somehow brings herself to pull out, her dick absolutely covered in wet, shining arousal between them. Soyeon gasps in shock, glancing down at the length of it. She finds Yuqi holding herself at her base, determination beaming from her eyes.
“What are you doing?”
Without a word, Yuqi grabs Soyeon’s hand, pulling her away from the stove and out of the kitchen. Other house guests have always made fun of her for the placement of the wide, full-length mirror near her dining room, but it’s also near the front entrance, she argues—perfect for getting one last look at yourself before heading out. And now, good for fucking Soyeon face first into the table. Frankly, she doesn’t really know why they haven’t ever done it before.
Pulling Soyeon in front of the table, Yuqi kisses her hard before breaking away, spinning her around and bending her roughly over the solid surface. Soyeon gasps as her cheek presses into the wood, unconsciously angling her hips to allow Yuqi access to whatever she wants.
Yuqi rips her clothes off as fast as she can, longing to be fully bare and unrestrained after a long day of being covered up. Feeling free and uninhibited in her home, with the love of her life.
In contrast, the robe is still loosely hanging from Soyeon’s shoulders, and Yuqi decides to let it stay there (it’s quite sexy, she thinks), running a hand up the curve of Soyeon’s back, pushing the fabric up with it as her fingers dance along the spine. One hand grabs against the swell of her hip while the other reaches Soyeon’s hair, pulling back until Soyeon’s face is lifted slightly off the surface of the table.
Yuqi’s cock presses insistently against the flesh at the back of Soyeon’s thigh, twitching in its eagerness to return to the warmth of Soyeon’s body. She wraps her fingers into Soyeon’s hair as if she has a collar around her neck and is pulling at the leash. The smaller woman moans softly as her throat bends, glancing up to see herself in the mirror.
“How’s the view?” Yuqi growls, head pulsing with want.
A whimper leaves Soyeon’s mouth, hand reaching back in search of whatever part of Yuqi’s body she can find. Her fingers claw at the very edge of Yuqi’s abdomen, urging her forward. “Fuck me.”
And, well, Yuqi’s never had to be told twice when it comes to that request. She uses the hand tangled in Soyeon’s hair to push her head back down—cheek sideways against the table so she can see everything in the mirror—and pulls her hips back and up even further until she can just barely see Soyeon’s dripping cunt.
“Beautiful,” she murmurs, almost inaudible, as she takes hold of her cock and lines it up with the shining wetness before her. Her hips shake as she pushes forward into it, the slick walls of Soyeon’s pussy enveloping her length with an overwhelming sense of hunger.
Trying desperately to contain herself, Yuqi lets out a shaky moan, exhaling slow and deep as she pushes further in until her hips are flush with Soyeon’s ass. Her hands move up to roam Soyeon’s lower back, as a means of calming herself more than anything, one hand smoothing over an ass cheek absent-mindedly.
“God,” she groans. “So good.”
Glancing up to see Soyeon’s eyes meet hers through the mirror, Yuqi finds an almost uncharacteristically dopey smirk on her face. She looks drunk, though Yuqi knows she’s not.
“Hi, baby,” Soyeon coos, in a soft, loving tone that always makes Yuqi’s cock throb.
“Hi,” she breathes, still struggling to regulate herself. Their eyes tangle together through the mirror, saying all the words they’ve said a million times before, but can’t manage to find right now.
Yuqi runs her hands over Soyeon’s ass, tugging at her hips, pushing her fingers down the length of Soyeon’s thighs, feeling the warmth of her skin—soothing in a way she can’t fully explain. Soyeon jostles her pelvis ever so slightly, helping her walls contract even tighter around Yuqi’s shaft within her. She giggles as she watches Yuqi close her eyes with a groan, her head falling back towards the ceiling.
Before Yuqi can center herself and begin actually doing anything, Soyeon continues doing her job for her, pushing her ass back onto Yuqi’s cock, tilting her hips up and down subtly with each grind backwards.
The moan that leaves Yuqi’s throat is downright pathetic—too high, almost a whine, as Soyeon rides her cock from her spot pressed into the table. She feels ridiculous, barely able to think as several intense waves of pleasure flow through her body. The arousal flooding her groin makes her mind feel off-balance, lost in a sea of tingly desire.
Soyeon’s motions against her are slowly getting more intense, and eventually Yuqi finds herself beginning to take part. She pushes forward in time with Soyeon now, gently—grinding in and circling her hips as she feels herself press into the deepest parts of Soyeon’s center. When she pulls back and then pushes back in again, Soyeon’s hips circle down onto her cock, enclosing the length of it between her walls in a way that has Yuqi’s entire body shaking.
When she pulls out again—almost all the way—and then surges forward, she happens to glance down at the point where their bodies are meeting. Her dick is so hard, her erection pulsing in a way that makes her head feel cloudy. And as she watches it connect with Soyeon’s sopping wet folds, she sees the mess of her previous orgasm seeping out of the entrance, dripping around her skin and falling somewhere below.
The sight alone makes Yuqi dizzy, as if all the blood in her body were contained within the straining appendage between her legs. And when she sinks it hard into Soyeon—as deep as she can possibly reach—she feels another hot load of cum begin to burst out of her, spilling into Soyeon’s already disgustingly full cunt without much warning.
Yuqi whimpers and then moans, so long she almost runs out of breath entirely, falling forward until she has to support herself with two hands on Soyeon’s back. She manages to look up into the mirror just as she begins to fall past her peak, mouth open in lust, and finds Soyeon staring at her with the most intense, heated eyes she’s ever seen.
“Keep going,” Soyeon says, her hips not having stopped throughout the entirety of Yuqi’s orgasm. Yuqi groans as Soyeon continues to grind into her, so oversensitive and overwhelmed, both physically and mentally.
“Shit,” is just about the only word she can conjure in her brain as she feels her length plunging in and out of her own cum, even more of it now leaking out of Soyeon’s entrance and onto the table and floor.
Coming twice like an absolute loser has Yuqi feeling vindictive—wanting, needing to prove herself. She tenses, grinding her teeth as she begins to pump in and out of Soyeon in earnest. Her cock has softened somewhat after her orgasm, and thrusting isn’t as easy as it had been previously, but she tries her best to keep going, frustrated with herself.
“Soyeon,” she pants, completely out of breath. “I—I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing,” Soyeon says, sounding pretty out of breath herself. Despite her harsh tone, her eyes are warm when Yuqi happens to catch them again in the mirror. She nods, swallowing down whatever words of self pity might have been about to make their way out of her mouth and focusing on the task at hand.
She’s thrusting as hard as she can despite her fading erection—but eventually she loses her rhythm and slips out, her softening cock sliding against Soyeon’s ass. In an attempt at giving herself a moment to re-harden, she grabs herself at her base, running her length back and forth through Soyeon’s folds from behind. Now that she’s removed herself, even more viscous cum leaks out of Soyeon and back onto her cock, which in turn gets slathered all over Soyeon’s vulva.
Yuqi moans, pressing her cum up and down the entire length of Soyeon’s wet slit, rubbing the tip of her cock into the engorged clit at the top. She’s using all her remaining brain power to will herself to get hard enough again to fuck Soyeon properly, and the pressure is beginning to make her shake with nerves. Soyeon, as always, seems to sense something is wrong.
“Baby,” Yuqi hears, soft and sweet. For the first time in several minutes, she glances up from the mess of cum before her to find Soyeon’s face in the mirror. “Are you okay?”
The noise that leaves Yuqi’s mouth is not a word as much as it is a pathetic whine, like a dog that’s being particularly dramatic. Her eyes feel watery as Soyeon looks at her, appraising. “Wanna fuck you,” she mumbles petulantly. “But my fucking dick won’t cooperate.”
She knows she sounds ridiculous, bordering on pitiful, but she’s mostly lost control of this situation entirely, and she’s not in the right headspace. Thankfully, Soyeon knows this—knows every side of Yuqi almost too well.
“Yuqi,” Soyeon prompts again, in the gentle, high tone that makes Yuqi melt. Yuqi’s still running her cock all over Soyeon’s wetness, and the sensation has them both breathy and desperate. “I love you… so much.”
Those words in particular, Yuqi thinks, will truly never get old. She unconsciously lets out a strangled moan just hearing the sentence fall from Soyeon’s lips. Eager, turned on, and practically aching to fuck Soyeon into the table, Yuqi picks up the speed of the hand helping to run her cock through the soft folds before her. “I love you, too,” she groans, wetness coating both of them in a way that has her struggling to stay sane.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Soyeon says, and the logical part of Yuqi’s brain thinks she’s just saying what Yuqi wants to hear. But that doesn’t stop her dick from reacting—arousal shaking through her limbs and heading straight to the junction of her thighs, her shaft slowly beginning to harden again.
“I–I’m not,” she stutters out, eyes still locked on Soyeon’s, though the urge to watch herself navigate back and forth against the older woman’s center is overwhelming. “I’m pathetic.”
Soyeon’s hips grind back into her, arching up even higher than they had been previously. “You’re not,” she breathes, so affected it almost sounds like a sigh. “I’m pathetic. With how much I need you. You and no one else.” She punctuates the words with another hard grind onto Yuqi’s cock, pushing herself back into the hips behind her and sliding against Yuqi’s length. The head of her dick almost slips inside, and even more cum gets everywhere.
Yuqi can’t help but look, mouth dropping open, her tongue practically lolling out of her mouth in a drool. She’s almost fully hard now, but she’s having trouble taking any kind of initiative when Soyeon is so willing and able to do her job for her. God, she does it so well.
“Me?” Yuqi finally responds, through the fog covering most of her thoughts.
“Yes,” Soyeon pants, smiling. “Only you. Forever. You and me.”
It’s not the most eloquent thing she’s ever said, but Yuqi can’t really blame her, and it has her brain caught in a tornado regardless, imagining her and Soyeon, forever. And everything that entails. “Okay,” Yuqi huffs, nearing a full erection again at this point, tip oversensitive and aching. “Yeah… You and me. Forever.”
Soyeon says nothing, but smiles and nods encouragingly, cheek pressed hard into the table.
Yuqi loses herself in the moment, giving one more quick rub against the outside for good measure before plunging back inside for real. “Forever,” she moans, mostly covering up the disgustingly wet squelch of her entry. She does her best to not come again immediately at the feeling of being fully connected once more.
The soft chuckle that graces Soyeon lips is quickly replaced with a moan of her own as Yuqi begins thrusting in and out in earnest, rough in a way that’s generally out of character for her.
“Oh,” Soyeon breathes, hips angling back and forth to meet Yuqi’s rhythm. “Fuck me.”
As ever, Soyeon’s wish is Yuqi’s command.
With her newly revived hard-on, Yuqi ploughs in and out of Soyeon’s dripping hole, fast and overeager, messy and hard. The table shakes under the force of it, and Yuqi wonders momentarily if it’s built well enough to survive this.
Her cock is already trembling with pleasure as she slides in and out, the amount of cum coating both of them causing little to no friction whatsoever. She’s so sensitive, every slight quiver of Soyeon’s walls makes her skin ache.
“Fuck,” Yuqi groans, hips relentless. “How do you feel– so fucking good?”
Soyeon doesn’t answer outside of the blissed-out smile she flashes in the mirror, eyes glinting. It somehow spurs Yuqi on even more, doubling her efforts until she feels lightheaded.
The woman beneath her pants continuously, face pushed so hard into the table it almost looks painful. Yuqi hears no complaints, though, and Soyeon certainly seems to be enjoying herself. The walls of her cunt are clenching down on Yuqi’s cock so hard, Yuqi would think she’d just come.
“Oh my God,” Yuqi breathes. “I—I can’t—I can’t go much longer.” She makes the mistake of looking back down to where her length is plunging in and out of the mess of Soyeon’s center. “Fuck.”
“I’m close,” Soyeon moans, completely breathless. “Don’t stop.”
They’re relatively silent for a few minutes after that, besides their harsh breathing and ever-present moans. Yuqi thinks it probably should be embarrassing for her to be this vocal, but she’s never felt self-conscious about it with Soyeon.
Soyeon accepts everything about her, willingly. So loving and encouraging in a way she’s not with almost anyone else. Yuqi often feels overwhelmed by the amount of love she has in her heart for the older woman, the devotion she feels running through her veins when she so much as looks at her. It scares her sometimes, how important Soyeon is to her—how fully intertwined their lives have become.
It’s all she ever wanted, from the beginning. She still wants it, so much. She still longs for Soyeon whenever they’re apart. But sometimes she gets worried. Worried it will all end, in one way or another. Worried they’ll be forced apart, and Yuqi will never be able to see her again. Never be able to connect with her like this—to express her love and devotion in such a natural, beautiful way.
“Yuqi-ya,” she hears eventually, snapping her out of her thoughts. “Where are you?” Soyeon is so special, Yuqi thinks. So understanding. So perfect. Her cock feels like it’s going to explode. She runs both hands up the plain of Soyeon’s back, groaning as her hips keep up their relentless rhythm.
“Here. Sorry,” she sighs.
Soyeon’s smile in the mirror makes the dark thoughts fade even further away as her pussy grinds down on Yuqi’s full length. “I told you to stop apologizing.”
“Mmm,” Yuqi hums, wrapping her hands around the sides of Soyeon’s chest to palm at her breasts. “I love you.”
“I know, baby.” The look in her eyes makes Yuqi’s entire body feel fuzzy. She looks so fucking hot, pressed into the table like that, gaze burning into Yuqi through the mirror.
“You’re so fucking hot,” she groans, voicing her thoughts.
“Yeah?” Soyeon prompts, a sheen of sweat just now starting to coat her forehead.
Yuqi nods, mouth open and panting. Soyeon is gorgeous, inside and out. And she knows it.
“You like fucking me like this?” She sounds so gorgeous too, her throat tight in her arousal, voice low, like it’s a secret.
Yuqi nods again, fingers playing with the nipples they find protruding from Soyeon’s chest. The moan that leaves the smaller woman’s mouth sounds almost like a laugh, hips grinding back in a tight circle.
“Oh,” Soyeon sighs through a smile, face fully flushed. “Oh, Yuqi…” She panting so hard, barely able to get the words out. “I’m gonna…”
Yuqi can’t bring herself to speak, focused fully on pushing Soyeon over the edge. Her eyes threaten to close in a mixture of concentration and pleasure as she slams in and out, the table shaking and creaky beneath them, and she has to force them open as Soyeon stares at her through the mirror. The look in Soyeon’s eyes makes Yuqi want to devour her—to swallow her whole like a snake might, keeping her safe inside her belly and slowly digesting her from the outside in.
Eventually Soyeon loses concentration on her smoldering gaze, eyes instead knitting together as her brow heavily furrows, intense pleasure overtaking her features. When she comes with a loud and strangled moan, Yuqi doesn’t stop—though the feeling of Soyeon’s walls clenching around her has her struggling to hang on to what little sanity she has left.
Just a few more quick thrusts have Yuqi tumbling over the edge again too, legs trembling as she holds onto Soyeon for dear life. The euphoria that ping pongs around inside of her is somehow even more intense than her previous orgasms, and so is the warmth she feels spilling out inside of Soyeon. Despite it at all, she keeps going, not slowing as even more cum leaks out from between the friction of their skin.
Soyeon’s gone limp beneath her, hips attempting to fall down onto the table, but Yuqi holds them up, relentless even as the overstimulation of her cock seems to spread throughout the rest of her body.
“Come again for me, baby,” Yuqi manages, searching for Soyeon in the mirror.
The other woman looks fully out of it—eyes glazed as her cheek is pushed against the table over and over again, mouth hanging open a little in the aftermath of her orgasm. After several moments, she seems to gather herself slightly, a bit more consciousness seeping into her muscles as her hips lift back up of their own accord.
“Yuqi…” she murmurs, soft and sweet, just the way Yuqi likes it.
“Come for me,” Yuqi urges, panting breathlessly. She can feel herself fading fast, but she really needs to push Soyeon over the edge once more before she’s done. “Please, baby…”
Soyeon lets out a strangled type of noise, a mix between pleasure and pain—perhaps a complex blending of the two. As Yuqi admires her fucked-out expression in the mirror, she wishes she could take a picture of it—immortalize it to look back on later. She does her best to capture an image with her mind’s eye, to think more about later when she’s feeling particularly needy.
For now though, she has a job to do. Yuqi does her best to focus, lifting up a leg to kneel it against the surface of the table, almost climbing on top of it as she angles her body over Soyeon in a whole new way. Her groin presses flush against Soyeon’s ass as she uses her new leverage to pound into her even harder, reaching a hand around the curve of her hip to find her clit.
“Ah!” The sound Soyeon releases is likely involuntary, and might sound like a scream of fear in any other context, but Yuqi knows it’s a noise of pleasure—the combination of everything on top of just having come likely overwhelming the smaller woman’s body.
“Come for me,” Yuqi whispers, closer to Soyeon’s head than she had been before as she leans over the table.
“Ohhh, Yuqi,” Soyeon whimpers, hips flexing back into the length of Yuqi’s cock. Any more words that Soyeon might have attempted to speak are lost now, the mixed mess of sensations assaulting every fiber of her being clearly overpowering her brain. All that remains are unintelligible noises of pleasure—short pants and high whines. Her hips continue to grind back into Yuqi as Yuqi’s hand works hard against the straining bud of her clit. It feels engorged and firm to Yuqi’s touch, and every brush against it makes a shiver run through Soyeon’s entire body.
The intense jumble of noises leaving Soyeon’s mouth spurs Yuqi on even more, not letting up the thrusts of her cock in and out of Soyeon’s absolutely ravaged core for even a millisecond as the older woman gets pushed back and forth against the surface of the table.
They seem to be building to a simultaneous peak now, as Yuqi feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge in time with how Soyeon’s noises seem to be building to the same conclusion. Yuqi feels an anticipatory shiver of excitement run through her limbs at the thought of coming once more, and being able to share it with Soyeon. She loves almost everything they get to share together, but she thinks orgasms are probably pretty high up on that list.
Yuqi can’t really manage to find many words herself. Between the endlessly slick slide of her cock within Soyeon’s walls, the feeling of Soyeon’s clit beneath her fingers, and the fact that she’s already come multiple times tonight, she’s in heaven. She thinks she’ll never get sick of having Soyeon like this—of bonding themselves together so intimately, so unselfconscious and free.
Focused on her movements and lost in her head, Yuqi had mostly slipped into silence for several moments, but comes back to the moment with a loud moan as the tip of her dick catches on Soyeon’s entrance in just the perfect way. Soyeon’s still panting and whining beneath her, her hips rotating in tight circles around Yuqi’s cock. The heat between them is almost unbearable by this point, and Yuqi desperately needs to come again. She can feel it building up within her, aching to release.
“Soyeon,” she whines, as her length dips relentlessly in and out of the smaller woman, so deep, she feels like she’s becoming a part of Soyeon’s body. “I’m—I’m gonna come.”
Soyeon groans, huffing out a harsh, wordless breath as her hips grind backwards even harder. She brings a hand that had been desperately clawing at the table up to rest atop Yuqi’s hand on her clit, wordlessly feeling along with the motion of her fingers. She aligns them then, pressing Yuqi’s digits even harder against her swelling bundle of nerves. The whine that leaves her lips is pornographic, and Yuqi feels her walls clench hard around her length, threatening to tip them both over the edge right then and there.
”F—fuck,” Yuqi whimpers, still not slowing down. Teetering close to the edge, she’s so ready to tumble over it with the love of her life—the anticipation is killing her. Attempting to ready herself, she drags her eyes up to the mirror once more. “Soyeon,” she prompts, and Soyeon knows what she wants.
Instantly, the older woman’s eyes lock with hers in the mirror. Intense and passionate in a way that’s almost nauseating. Yuqi loves Soyeon’s eyes. How they always tell the truth.
Yuqi’s lost for words once more, but they both know where this is going. Their eyes don’t leave each other as Yuqi continues to pound in and out, and Soyeon’s fingers press into Yuqi’s even more insistently against her, sliding against her engorged and needy clit with an all new fervor.
Just as Yuqi feels herself beginning to tumble over the edge once more, she feels Soyeon beginning to fall too, her hips trembling as her orgasm has just started to flood her bones, walls clamping down on the shaft of Yuqi’s cock like they never want it to leave. Soyeon lets out an almost painful sounding wail as her clit twitches beneath Yuqi’s fingers, and then Yuqi’s coming again, too.
She groans, shaking and falling forward even further as her cock empties another load into the disgusting mess before it. She keeps thrusting, the wetness of their shared releases letting her slide effortlessly back and forth even despite the clenching of Soyeon’s walls around her.
Eventually Yuqi can’t bring herself to continue, finally too oversensitive and fully overwhelmed. She collapses forward, still buried deep inside Soyeon’s cum-filled cunt. Her head rests lightly against Soyeon’s upper back, turned on her cheek to admire their bodies in the mirror. Yuqi can’t stop the bright smile that graces her lips—in love, euphoric, and fully spent. Soyeon’s smiling too, and the sight almost makes Yuqi think she could keep going.
Instead, she rests there as they both recover, staring at each other through the mirror. It feels so strangely intimate, yet innately natural. Yuqi can’t stop smiling, and it seems Soyeon can’t either.
When their breathing has almost returned to normal and their heartbeats have mostly slowed, Yuqi lifts her head a little, but maintains eye contact with Soyeon in the mirror. “I don’t know how I’m gonna pull out,” she murmurs. “I think we’re glued together with cum.”
“Ew,” Soyeon says plainly, though she’s still smiling. “Don’t be gross.”
Yuqi laughs, grunting a little as she lifts herself up even further until she’s standing upright again. Her hands somehow snake their way under Soyeon’s body in the process, running smoothly up her abs to tickle at her breasts.
A strangled, “Ahh,” leaves Soyeon’s mouth and she twitches—extremely overstimulated—jostling Yuqi inside of her. Yuqi moans as she looks down to see the aforementioned cum. It’s everywhere, and it’d be absolutely disgusting if she wasn’t still coming down from her high. She knows she has to conduct a deep clean before anyone can eat at this table ever again, but seeing the mixing of their pleasures leaking out of Soyeon like this makes her feel lightheaded, as if the blood is already beginning to rush back to her groin.
She knows it’s pretty nasty, but she loves filling Soyeon up. She loves pumping her load deep within the other woman’s walls and fucking her through it, pushing it all the way inside to smear against her cervix. She’d be lying if she said the concept of impregnating Soyeon—despite how low the chances—wasn’t a huge turn on for her.
Trying to push the thought from her mind, Yuqi hums, still smiling blissfully at Soyeon in the mirror. “You’re so beautiful,” she says, the pleasure from multiple orgasms compounding in her brain to make her a gooey mess of feelings.
Soyeon’s eyes close as she hums too, melting further into the table. “I liked this,” she murmurs, so casual.
Yuqi can’t help but laugh. Soyeon’s bluntness always warms her heart. “Me too, baby.” She sighs then, clarity beginning to come to her as she assesses the situation. “Do you wanna get cleaned up?”
A grumble fills the air as Soyeon sinks impossibly more flat against the table, pulling at Yuqi’s cock still inside her as she does. Yuqi’s tugged forward again until she’s leaning over Soyeon’s smooth back a bit more, her hands naturally gravitating back to the older woman’s curvy hips. “We can eat the jokbal you made me,” she tries.
Another noncommittal grunt. One that could almost be classified as grumpy.
“We can watch that one anime you’ve been talking about?”
At that, Yuqi feels the small body beneath her perk up slightly, Soyeon’s head just barely lifting up from the table. Their eyes meet once more in the mirror.
“Sound good?”
Soyeon nods gently, grumpiness replaced with a warm smile. Yuqi smiles too, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Soyeon’s neck before standing up again and finally, carefully pulling out of Soyeon’s wetness. They both groan at the loss, even more cum getting everywhere.
Yuqi does her best to ignore it, knowing Soyeon is more important at the moment. Finding her hips again, Yuqi gently works to spin Soyeon around and stand her up until they’re facing each other, so close. Nudging their noses together, Yuqi presses a soft kiss to Soyeon’s lips, a light hand running down her cheek.
“That was so hot. Thank you.”
“For what?” Soyeon laughs, though her gaze remains a little cloudy. “You did everything.”
“Untrue. But if anything, we did it together, baby,” Yuqi murmurs against her lips, hands roaming until they’re pulling at the collar of her robe. “I love doing everything with you.”
Soyeon’s cheek feels hot under her hand, and Yuqi swears she can see a light blush coloring her skin. Yuqi thinks it’s so cute how embarrassed Soyeon still gets sometimes.
“Me too,” she mumbles, looking shy.
A blinding smile lights up Yuqi’s face, like she’d just heard the best news of her life. “Come on,” she says, grabbing Soyeon by the hand and gently pulling her towards the bathroom.
After they carefully and thoroughly help each other get cleaned up, with lots of soothing kisses and cuddles in between, they make their way back to the kitchen, where Soyeon does what she can to salvage the abandoned jokbal. They end up eating it together, nestled into each other on the couch as the anime Soyeon’s been dying to watch plays on the TV.
All things considered, they end up turning in for the night fairly early, which is good, since they have yet another schedule early in the morning. That doesn’t mean, however, that Yuqi is particularly thrilled to hear the sound of Miyeon’s shrill screeching echo into her ears at 6 AM.
“Can you be quiet?” she asks, petulant, verging on rude. Yuqi loves Miyeon and their truly sisterly bond—the way Miyeon is often the only member of the group who’s able to match her energy—but sometimes Miyeon is too much, even for her.
“Yuqi-yahhh,” Miyeon whines, thrashing around in front of the I-Talk camera in a way that seems entirely too immature for a nearly thirty year old woman. “Play with me!”
“I’m busy,” Yuqi mopes from her seat, scrolling on her phone while the stylists fuss with her hair.
Miyeon, to her credit, lets out a playful laugh, stomping over to Yuqi’s chair and getting in her face. “What’s the matter? Rough night?”
“No,” Yuqi says, straight-faced. She and Soyeon aren’t exactly… open about their relationship status, even within the group, and obviously not on camera. She doesn’t really know how they’ve managed to keep it relatively quiet for so long now. Yuqi thinks it’s a miracle, especially on her part. If she had her way, she’d be blabbing about how perfect and wonderful her girlfriend is to anyone who would listen. “I’m just not in the mood right now.”
Miyeon fully scoffs, turning back to the camera with a quokka-like smile. “Yuqi’s being grumpy today,” she says, before breaking out into some random dance. Always the entertainer, Yuqi thinks. Her endless amount of energy is truly inspiring.
It’s then that Soyeon decides to grace them with her presence, walking in through the door like she owns the place. Yuqi forgets her phone exists, almost dropping it to watch Soyeon strut across the room. She’s much too put together for such an early hour, especially considering how exhausted she was last night. It seems she’s already had both her hair and makeup done, and she looks downright stunning. Yuqi can’t help but smile.
It’s just a bit unfortunate that Miyeon notices.
“Hey! Why does Soyeon get a big smile but not me?!”
“Quiet,” Yuqi grumbles, smile falling off her face as she turns back to find Miyeon scowling at her. “You’re too loud.”
“That’s rich coming from you!”
“Can you two knock it off?” Soyeon asks tiredly, her voice betraying her tidily assembled appearance.
Miyeon huffs but remains bright, excited to see Soyeon. “Soyeonie! Good morning!”
A small smile finds its way onto Soyeon’s face. Miyeon tends to have that effect. “Good morning. How’s it going in here?”
“Yuqi’s not being any fun,” Miyeon whines, seeming to remember the camera is still there as she turns and talks into it.
There’s a short moment of silence as Soyeon meets Yuqi’s eyes behind Miyeon’s back, some kind of knowing yet scheming glint sparkling in the older woman’s irises. “Well, would you mind if I steal her away for a second?” Soyeon asks, and Yuqi thinks it’s a bit of a ridiculous question. Soyeon is Soyeon. She can do whatever she wants, especially with Yuqi—a statement which applies to all facets of their relationship.
Miyeon pouts to the camera. “I’m gonna be all alone!” She jumps up and down a few times like a child, drawing fake tears down her cheeks with her fingers.
“We’ll be right back,” Soyeon says, actually walking into view of the camera to press a comforting hand to the small of Miyeon’s back. “I promise.”
The pout on Miyeon’s face instantly turns back to a smile. “Okay! But hurry! And if you see Minnie or Shuhua, make them come join me!”
A fond smile crosses Soyeon’s face, still right next to Miyeon. “Of course,” she says, finally moving away and walking up to Yuqi’s chair. The stylists finished with her hair a few minutes ago, but she hadn’t wanted to get up and deal with whatever Miyeon was doing. “Come on,” Soyeon says, hushed as she grabs Yuqi by the hand and drags her out of the room.
When the door closes behind them and they find themselves out in the fairly empty hallway, Yuqi turns to Soyeon and speaks softly in her ear. “I appreciate the rescue, babe, but do you really think we should be doing this kind of thing on company time?”
“Relax,” Soyeon says, unfazed. “I want you to take some photos for me.”
“Oh,” Yuqi says, smirking. “Wanted the best woman for the job, huh?”
“Sure,” Soyeon murmurs with a straight face, completely monotone.
Yuqi swats at her arm. “Hey! You know I take great photos of you!” Soyeon just stares at her. “I know that’s part of what made you first start to think about the possibility of us.” Her wiggling eyebrows look utterly ridiculous.
Another roll of the eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself,” Soyeon hastens, pushing her phone into Yuqi’s hands before stepping back to lean against the plain wall they’ve found themselves in front of.
Yuqi’s lips quirk upwards on one side as she opens the camera app, admiring Soyeon through the screen. “You’re gorgeous.”
“I know,” Soyeon says out of the corner of her mouth, trying to focus on posing. A soft, scolding click leaves Yuqi’s mouth, but she keeps snapping photos, undeterred. Soyeon’s hitting a different pose every couple of seconds, and Yuqi thinks they’re all stunning. Her girlfriend looks beautiful, especially in contrast to the stark, boring wall behind her.
Getting bored eventually, Soyeon turns to the side where there’s a small table and mirror set up in the corner. Yuqi hadn’t even noticed it previously, too caught up in admiring the older woman’s beauty. Wordlessly, Soyeon shifts over towards the table, hopping up onto it to pose in a seated position.
Yuqi keeps taking photos, ever dutiful. “Ooh, I like these. Good use of props.”
Soyeon doesn’t respond, not wanting to talk while pictures are being taken, but she smirks under Yuqi’s somewhat silly praise. They both know Yuqi would praise her for breathing, if it wouldn’t get her laughed out of the room by her groupmates.
After several more poses, Soyeon apparently decides to up the ante, inching off the table until she’s standing next to it. With a sparkle in her eye, she bends at her waist, face pressed into the surface of the table as her hips stick up into the air.
Yuqi’s fingers have been on autopilot for the past few minutes, endlessly tapping away at the screen, but now, she stutters—short-circuiting for a moment as her mind flashes with an all too vivid flashback to last night.
“Soyeon,” she grumbles.
The other woman isn’t moving from her position, not switching up poses as she had been previously. She smirks, smug satisfaction lighting up her eyes in the way that Yuqi both loves and hates. “Why’d you stop taking pictures?”
“I can’t.”
If at all possible, Soyeon’s smug smile grows. “Why not?”
“It’s not appropriate.” Yuqi knows she’s being ridiculous. There’s nothing inherently wrong with Soyeon’s pose. But she knows Soyeon’s only doing it to intentionally fuck with her. As with a lot of things Soyeon does, historically. So it all feels a bit pointed.
“Take the picture, Yuqi.” The smile has dropped from Soyeon’s face, and her voice has dropped, too. It sends a shiver down Yuqi’s spine, and a tingling spike of arousal to her groin.
She gulps, steadying her hands on the phone and angling it so that Soyeon’s bottom half isn’t visible in the frame—cut off at the puffy shoulders of her sleek, black blazer. Inhaling deep, Yuqi starts tapping the shutter again, taking photo after photo as Soyeon gradually makes some micro-adjustments to the pose while staying in the same position.
Eventually, she sticks her tongue out of her mouth in a way that’s shockingly reminiscent of how she was reflected in the mirror at one point last night—fucked out of her mind, the aftermath of a powerful orgasm still coursing through her body. It has Yuqi almost drooling behind the phone, and she feels the sudden need to put an end to this.
“Okay, I think we’ve got enough now,” she calls out, embarrassingly shaky.
“Are you sure?” comes Soyeon’s slithering reply, voice so smooth it could be woven into silk.
Yuqi can’t do much more than nod, opening the gallery of Soyeon’s phone to glance briefly at the sheer flood of photos she’d just taken before handing it back to her girlfriend, flinching slightly as their fingers brush.
Soyeon notices, of course. “Are you okay?” she asks, fingers tip-toeing lightly across the expanse of Yuqi’s belt buckle. Her lips curl into another smug grin.
“Yeah. Yeah, for sure.” A pause as Soyeon glances up at her, fingers now toying with the waistband of Yuqi’s pants. “How are the photos?”
“They’re good.”
“You haven’t even looked at them!”
Soyeon’s smile impossibly grows as her hand moves up slightly to press flat against Yuqi’s stomach, smoothing soothingly against the fabric of her shirt. “Don’t have to. You take great photos of me. Especially when you’re horny. So I think we probably got something good.”
Yuqi scoffs, but it fades into an embarrassed smile as Soyeon’s hand moves further back, teasing at her side under her loose suit jacket. “You can’t post those last ones.”
“Sure I can,” Soyeon says plainly, pinching at Yuqi’s hip. “Nobody will think anything of it.”
Yuqi feels pinned to the spot under Soyeon’s touch, cramped together in this tiny side hallway that she can’t even remember how they ended up in. “Stop touching me.” She really wishes Soyeon would stop grinning so much—it’s getting a bit scary.
“That’s a new one for you.”
“We’re at work,” Yuqi says through gritted teeth.
“Never stopped you before.” Her hands are practically wrapped around Yuqi’s waist now, and Yuqi seems to be the only one concerned about who might see them.
“If I let you post the photos, will you let me compose myself?” She’s almost pouting now, like a pathetic little puppy. It probably doesn’t really help her case.
“You don’t let me do anything, first of all.” Yuqi shrinks into herself even further at that, but she also feels another jolt of arousal shoot downwards. “And I have no interest in letting you ‘compose’ yourself. Get it together. Now.”
An almost cartoonish gulp makes its way down Yuqi’s throat as she nods, feeling Soyeon’s hands slither their way out from under her jacket. “Okay. I mean… Yes. Yes, ma’am.”
“You know better than to call me that.”
“Yes… Captain?”
Blissfully, Soyeon finally breaks, harsh expression cracking into a barking laugh as she bends forward slightly with the force of it. “What a throwback. You were so cute back then. When you used to call me ‘Captain’ all the time.”
Yuqi breathes a subconscious sigh of relief, finding a smile for the first time in several minutes. “Am I not cute anymore?”
Soyeon’s still laughing, and she looks for a moment like she wants to tangle her hands back around Yuqi’s waist, but the shadow of someone passes by the hallway and she retreats—knowing they should give it a rest anyways. “You are. But not like then. It’s… different now.”
“Now that I’ve been inside you?”
“Shh!!” Soyeon shushes, slapping near Yuqi’s collarbone playfully. “Come on, we should head back. Miyeon’s probably been terrorizing the staff all by herself this entire time.”
“Okay,” Yuqi manages through a chuckle, blushing slightly as Soyeon's hand finally leaves where it had been resting against her chest.
When Soyeon posts the photos later, including the more scandalous one where her cheek is pressed against the table and her tongue is sticking out, everyone raves about them. The rest of the members praise her for her sexy, cute style, and they even compliment Yuqi on having taken the photos.
What they don’t know, Yuqi supposes, can’t hurt them. She tends to enjoy moments like these, where little hints at their relationship are put out there, into the public eye. Soyeon is right—no one could possibly think anything of it.
But they know. And that’s all that truly matters.