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Haewon should have sensed something unexpected was coming when she heard that gentle knock at her hotel room’s door. As a member (and leader) of a group of girls who somehow also all dated each other, one of the many perks of being an observant and detail-oriented person was picking up on even their smallest quirks, including the way they knocked.
She immediately sits up straight, eyebrows furrowed and wondering if she had lost her flair because that particular rhythm belonged to Yoona, and there was no way that girl specifically walked to her room instead of just texting her whatever she needed to say. Another series of knocks is heard, more insistent this time, and Haewon has no choice but to get up and pace to the door, hoping it was indeed Yoona and that she wasn't about to open the door to some stranger while being barefaced and in only her sports bra and sweatpants.
As she had guessed, Seol Yoona stood there with an inscrutable expression, an oversized shirt going down to her mid-thighs and her hands disappearing under its long sleeves. There was absolutely no reason for Yoona, out of all people, to knock at her door unannounced right now, not when Jinsol had left with Lily around an hour ago, heading to Bad Bunny’s concert, which meant Yoona had a hotel room to herself and a perfect opportunity to relax and enjoy her evening free of her often agitated and overly clingy girlfriend.
''What’s going on?'' The older girl asks, her tone coming out suspicious and her body still blocking the gap at the door (as if the person in front of her wasn’t her bandmate and partner of many years)
Yoona awkwardly gestures at Haewon to let her in, and she complies, closing the door behind her. She watches carefully as Yoona makes her way into the room with a clearly forced nonchalance.
“You're alone?” Yoona comments, looking around the room, faking interest in the painting on the wall, and the intonation of the phrase makes it sound like a question, which was absurd: Yoona knew Haewon would be alone in her room just as she was.
“What were you doing?” She asks, sitting on the bed, the cushiony mattress making her bounce a few times. The tension was really starting to make her feel nervous, now. Things were already awkward enough whenever the two of them were alone for any reason, but somehow this was even worse than their usual lack of natural chemistry.
''Uh, was about to lie down”
''It’s only 10 pm”, Yoona remarks with a small smile that does little to ease Haewon’s stress.
“Don’t you have a Minecraft update to try out? I didn’t think I’d hear from you until tomorrow at least…” She asks jokingly in an attempt to address how weird the situation was, but to her despair, it only seems to worsen the heavy atmosphere. She catches Yoona’s chest raise with a deep breath, and that’s enough for her to finally voice her concern.
''What is it? What’s wrong?’’
No matter how surprising the choice of showing up in person was, there were still a million topics Yoona could have wanted to discuss with her now. But despite Haewon being used to her girl's antics, nothing could have prepared her for Yoona’s next words.
“Lily told me you brought the strap?’’ She asks with a tone that desperately tries to sound casual.
Oh. Haewon’s heart jumps in her chest, and she doesn’t even care to ask herself why on earth Lily would reveal such sensitive information; instead, she instantly nods, almost with cartoonish eagerness.
“Yes, Yes!’’ She searches Yoona’s eyes even though they’re running from her, not daring to assume what the question meant but hoping so badly it meant what she hoped it meant.
“Why? Don’t play with me right now, Yoona.” she warns, and the younger girl finally locks eyes with her.
“Show me?”
Haewon scrambles to empty her luggage, clumsy in her hurry. She opens a hidden compartment at the very bottom and pulls from it a dark makeup bag that she quickly empties on the bed next to a very focused Yoona. An entangled mess of black leather straps as well as a black dildo spills out, and both girls stare at the small pile in silence for a second. Haewon watches closely as Yoona reaches for one string of the harness and feels it between her fingers with timid curiosity, the o-ring at its front catching light.
She doesn’t dare move or say anything, barely able to contain her excitement, but not wanting Yoona to feel pressured into anything. Haewon would have never pushed the idea onto the younger girl herself, in part because intimacy still felt a little awkward when it was only the two of them, but also because she knew she could get a little intense at times, especially with the headspace she inevitably got in whenever she was wearing that.
As much as Yoona had been there to witness her during vulnerable moments before, moments where it felt like the world was against them and everything would fall apart, she had never truly let the girl in. None of her girls, even. Not even her Lily had seen her entirely open and stripped from her armour. It was quite ironic for a woman to be loved so deeply by so many girls, yet to be so scared of letting them in. She can’t help but wonder if Yoona feels the same, if perhaps she had come to her with not just curiosity and need but also the desire to catch a glimpse of her. The two of them were more similar than Haewon would like to admit, and the love she had for the younger one was so much more than she would ever express out loud. Maybe she could indulge in this.
Suddenly, Yoona is looking up at her with her big sparkling eyes, a dark pink blush blooming all over her face, and decides to drop another bomb on her.
“Can I wear it?”
It takes a second for Haewon to comprehend what Yoona had just asked her. Surely she doesn’t mean it, she’s joking, she is being ironic, she is doing absurd humour right now, right? Right???
Haewon stares back at Yoona, frozen with her mouth open like a dead fish out of water until the younger girl feels the need to clarify.
“Like, can I use it on you?” And then, after Haewon’s expression transforms from disbelief to pure shock: “What? Lily-unnie told me you guys took turns.”
Haewon feels the colour creep on her own face, and she barely manages to hold back an offended scoff. She and Lily did NOT “take turns” with the strap. Sure, she might have allowed Lily to have her way with her in moments of weakness and extreme down-badism, but she was definitely THE strap wearer of the duo, no question asked. Oh, Lily would hear from her later…
She scoffs again, with a mocking smirk.
“I’m not letting you- do you even know how to do it?”
Yoona shakes her head with a pout, scooting closer to Haewon. Long and wavy, chocolate colored hair beautifully frames her delicate face, and she gives her signature seductress eyes, the ones she only ever used when she really needed to get something from someone, and Haewon knows she is in big trouble.
“I don't. I’ve never done it.” She leans in until their faces are centimetres apart, one of her hands innocently toying with the strings of Haewon’s sweatpants. “You would be my first.”
Haewon almost curses but ends up biting her lip with a frown instead, and Yoona smiles, probably sensing her victory suddenly within reach. Haewon had somewhat of a sick obsession with slutting out the members, and Yoona specifically was the object of many of her most shameful fantasies. It was arguably one of her most toxic traits, and it was coming to bite her right back in the ass now that Yoona seemed to take advantage of it.
“Your first, mh?” Haewon mutters softly, hand going to cradle the back of Yoona’s neck, and the younger girl is beaming in her triumph.
Yoona is the one who ends up closing the distance, pressing her lips against the older woman’s in a kiss that stays chaste at first. She tastes like mint toothpaste and cherry chapstick, she feels slightly sticky and hesitant, but Haewon simply lets her lead it, a little shocked by that new side of Yoona she had only ever heard Jiwoo talk about.
Haewon remembers when she first heard about Jiwoo and Yoona. Jinsol had stormed into their dorm room, talking so fast through her tears that Haewon couldn’t understand a single word. After making her sit down and forcing her to calm down, Jinsol had explained that Jiwoo and Yoona had started becoming much closer after becoming roommates, so much so that they’ve been wanting to cross one last boundary and sleep together. Understandably, Jinsol had mixed feelings about it. On one hand, she was excited and happy for both of the girls, after all, she also had fallen into bed with Haewon before and understood the joy of intimately discovering someone new. On the other hand, Yoona, if not officially her girlfriend, still owned her heart, and she couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit of insecurity and jealousy seep through her genuine support.
Yoona and Jiwoo made sense when you thought about it. Yoona always had a soft spot for the young dancer (even before the whole dating all of your bandmates all at once thing), and Jiwoo melted into the arms of anyone giving her the affection she craved. Still, the idea was a little bit funny to Haewon at first. Yoona, the shy, vanilla introvert and Jiwoo, the doe-eyed puppygirl, going at it? How would these two bottoms even work it out??
Well, apparently, Yoona had discovered within herself a top, perhaps even a bossy one. At least that’s what Jiwoo had implied, later, when Haewon checked up on her like the good leader she was. Not that Haewon believed it.
Yoona pulls away, and Haewon chases her, fluttering her eyes open to the sight of the girl’s gorgeous face, now adorned by shiny lips and tainted cheeks. Oh, Haewon was so fucked…
“So, is that a yes?”
Haewon’s brain screams no, but with Yoona’s pretty eyes diving into hers and her fingers tentatively hooking inside her waistband, her body commits the ultimate betrayal, and she weakly nods. To make matters worse, Yoona brightens up and lets out a happy noise, forcing Haewon to smile despite her internal panic.
Everything happens way too fast after that. She watches in horror as Yoona picks up the harness and starts fiddling with the strings. The younger girl confuses herself trying to understand what was supposed to go where, mumbling under her breath before finally putting her legs through the right holes and pulling it up, jumping awkwardly until it sat around her hips, her long shirt bunching up on top of her thighs.
Haewon watches her struggle with the harness adjustments for a few long, awkward minutes without offering any help, partly because she needed that time to mentally prepare herself, but also because seeing Yoona get more and more frustrated and embarrassed by the situation was giving her at least the illusion of control. The tall, slender girl eventually manages to get all of the fabric bands to rest where they were supposed to, and she turns to Haewon with an awkward smile, the harness sagging and slightly crooked over her panties.
“You need to tighten it way more,” Haewon says, rolling her eyes and gesturing for her to come closer.
“I think it’s fine-’’
“No, it’s not.” Haewon cuts, easily hooking two fingers between the leather and Yoona’s thigh and pulling her forward harshly, almost making her trip. She tightens each side of the harness until it hugs the soft of her thighs nicely, her movements a little rougher than she means to, and Yoona has to hold onto her shoulder to keep herself steady. Under the tall girl’s flustered gaze, she leans on her side to grab the black dildo that would be used as an appendage and expertly secures it inside the O-ring. There it was.
She stays like that for a moment, sitting in front of a standing Yoona, now fully equipped with the necessary equipment to ruin her. This was basically the equivalent of a knight giving their sword to their enemy and waiting for them to swing it. Just stupid.
Yoona nudges her shyly, and Haewon looks up at her blankly.
“Stop pretending you’re grumpy. And lay down, please.”
Haewon sighs. Of course, Yoona was reading right through her act. Begrudgingly, she scoots back into the middle of the bed and leans back, supporting herself on her elbows.
With Haewon finally lying down for her and almost willing, Yoona takes a deep breath and looks down at herself. The toy sits low between her legs, moving awkwardly with every one of her moves. It’s not outrageously big, but still significantly bigger and more intimidating than the vibrating toy Jinsol had brought a few years back for them. Yoona doesn’t quite know what to think of it. She doesn’t even fully understand what made her so hungry for Haewon in the first place, or what possessed her to come here and ask to fuck her. All she knows is that she was horny as hell and too deep into this situation to back off.
She is vaguely aware of Haewon’s scorching gaze on her, keeping her from fully getting lost in her thoughts. Knowing her, the leader was probably ecstatic at the sight of her being so clueless and hesitant. Hopefully, she will be able to put her back in her place…
With a gulp, she finally brings herself to grab her cock (The thought of considering it as such makes her cringe a little, but she forces herself to get into the mindset, hoping it would help with the process). She squeezes it lightly, the black, shiny surface of it contrasting nicely with the white of her fingers. It feels much higher quality than she had expected, the outer material soft and squishy enough to compare with the real body part while still feeling heavy and firm at its core. Haewon must have spent a small fortune on it, let alone the harness.
She gives it a light tug, appreciating how secure the whole thing felt now that it was fastened correctly on her and sucking in a breath when it springs back into position and hits her clit. Something about wearing it feels humiliating, maybe because she felt ridiculous and clueless, yet somewhere inside her is growing a strange feeling of euphoria from discovering her body in another light.
“Are you doing it or not?’’ Haewon snarls, and their eyes meet again, a fiery glare piercing through her.
Yoona would think she was pissed for real if not for the colour on her face and especially her ears that turned bright red. That prideful, insufferable control freak clearly loved what she was seeing and had to keep up appearances by feigning annoyance. The confirmation gave Yoona the courage to move forward, kneeling on the bed between the short girl’s legs and helping her out of her pants, Haewon grunting as she raised her hips to help the process.
Haewon shivers, and it's not only from the cold air hitting her now mostly bare body. Her eyes are glued to Yoona and specifically the appendage attached to her pelvis. That couldn’t be happening, could it? Lily strapping her once in a while was one thing. After all, she was older and more experienced than her in many ways (She could also never bring herself to refuse Lily anything), but Seol Yoona? The young woman whom she met as a terribly shy and innocent teenager? Granted, Yoona has grown bolder and sexier with each year that passed, and yes, Haewon was in love with her too. She had been fantasizing about using her strap with Yoona for years, only for it to happen like this? Something was terribly wrong, and she hated that she didn’t actually hate the idea of her original fantasy unfolding in that unexpected way.
Yoona removes her shirt in one smooth motion, revealing her toned, milky torso and her bare chest. And god, she looks divine with the harness straps disappearing in the crease where hip and leg met, ever so slightly digging into the soft flesh of her thighs.
She leans closer slowly, and with both of her hands, gently opens Haewon’s thighs with what the leader interprets as careful reverence.
Haewon swallows. She could still opt out of this. Keep her misplaced ego intact, spare herself the complex feelings she experienced whenever her and Yoona meddled.
But then, she remembers. This was Yoona’s first time doing this. Haewon would be the first person she does this to. Her.
Not Jinsol or Jiwoo, her.
Well fuck it, she decides. Let Yoona have this, just this once.
“Should I prep you first?” Yoona asks, dragging her cold fingertips along her inner thigh, and one of her long nails grazes against the sensitive skin, making her shiver.
“No.” Haewon cuts, her pride taking over. She desperately needed this to be over with as soon as possible.
“Hurry up and put it in before I change my mind.”
Yoona spits into her hand in pure General Seol fashion and coats the tip of the toy before stroking it gently, as if it were her actual body part. Haewon really wants to make fun of her, but unfortunately, it’s incredibly hot.
''Fuck… '' she lets out, and Yoona smiles sheepishly, finally closing the last bit of distance between their bodies.
Haewon stares at the ceiling apprehensively as Yoona carefully guides the toy against her entrance, trying to push the head in slowly. Haewon curses herself and her stupid pride, sucking in a breath. The fit was definitely tighter than what was comfortable, but there was no way she was gonna ask the younger girls for prep seconds after refusing it so adamantly.
Thankfully, Yoona doesn’t rush things, closely watching the way Haewon’s tight ring of muscles contracted and slowly relaxed around the tip of the toy, pushing it down gently with her hand, until the entire head had disappeared inside. Yoona is observing her private parts being invaded with the same fascinated look as a scientist overlooking a new, groundbreaking phenomenon, and Haewon has never felt this exposed before.
Even with the girth of the dildo now accommodated by Haewon’s hole, the younger girl doesn’t try to move right away.
No. She instead does something far worse.
Eyes still glued to Haewon’s cunt, her hands move under her leader’s thighs, pushing them up and then forward until they pressed flushed against Haewon’s stomach and causing her hips to rise from the mattress. Haewon doesn’t even have the time to protest before Yoona starts dipping her hip, sinking the toy into her slowly, inch after inch. Obsessed with the sight, Yoona seems physically unable to tear her gaze away from Haewon’s lips, swallowing her until around half of the length had found its way inside.
When she finally looks up to check in on her host, she finds her much more wrecked than expected. Mouth open silently, eyes unfocused and shaking. Oh Haewon, the proud woman who was making such a fuss about being in control and nonchalant all the time, being folded and filled up by Yoona, taking her cock without a single complaint.
Yoona never particularly yearned to dominate her partners. Jinsol gave everything to her out of adoration and pure love, entirely willing. Jiwoo, on the other hand, was desperate for praise and affirmation. Yoona didn’t mind giving that to her; it was well deserved.
But this? Haewon at her mercy and helpless, pretending not to want it though her body was already betraying her? Yoona never thought she would enjoy something like that. And yet in that moment, there’s a unique warmth, an intense tingle brewing down her spine and shooting up to her brain, and she feels like she might already be addicted.
''Does it hurt?'' Yoona asks, and Haewon shakes her head lightly, seemingly rendered nonverbal. She carefully pulls out halfway before pushing back in, once again mesmerized by the sight of their connected parts. The way the dildo glistens with Haewon’s juices with every pull back makes her salivate, and the noise it makes is even more addictive. She plunges in again with more force, burying herself until the harness made contact with the other girl’s hip, and she lets out a panicked “ah!’’
Yoona freezes. “What’s wrong?''
''Too deep-’’ are the only two words that manage to escape Haewon, her face relaxing a little when Yoona ever so slightly recoils.
''I’m sorry, should I pull out?’’
‘’No,..just don’t push too hard against me.’’
Haewon looks genuinely pitiful, and Yoona can’t imagine how vulnerable it must be for her, asking Yoona to be gentle. She would feel bad, but then she remembers the way Haewon had humiliated Jinsol during their little impromptu foursome the other day. If the roles were reversed, Haewon would be teasing her to death. A little taste of her own medicine wouldn’t hurt, would it?
“Didn’t you choose the size yourself?’’ Yoona asks with a chuckle. “Yet you can’t even take it?’’
“Shut up’’ Haewon's voice starts sharp but trembles halfway because Yoona starts thrusting again, this time carefully monitoring the length she was pushing in as well as the girl’s expression.
The shorter girl’s mind is already changed into mush. Yoona takes her experimentally, shifting and adjusting her angle, trying to find a comfortable position to keep her rhythm in. It’s obvious by her movement that she had never done anything like this before, and yet her hands push Haewon’s thighs forward, assured, fingers firmly pressed into the soft flesh like it was made for it, her hips swaying, flexible and confident. Haewon feels herself losing the last of her composure as the silicone keeps parting her open and pressing inside her, sending spikes of pleasure through her entire body. It should scare her, being unable to protect appearances, but she isn’t in control of her thoughts anymore and can only focus on her body being split open over and over again.
Yoona is just as bothered; the sight is overwhelming. Haewon’s eyes are half lidded with bliss, her tits shaking with every thrust, her pretty pink lips not only letting her in but swallowing her hungrily. It’s dirty and obscene, and somehow Yoona thinks it's so lovely. Haewon looks gorgeous like this, and the thought of possibly never seeing her in that way ever again saddens her. It’s almost unbearable, actually.
She comes to a full stop, meeting Haewon’s offended face.
”Why did you stop?” The words sound desperate in her mouth, pathetic even.
Yoona doesn’t know what possesses her in that moment, perhaps having a silicone dick attached to your hips naturally came with some added audacity.
“Can I take a picture of you?’’
Haewon’s eyes widen in shock before frowning darkly, daggers shooting from her eyes and right at her.
“Absolutely not, have you lost your fucking mind?’’
And maybe Yoona had lost her mind after all. At any other moment, she would have thought it was a terrible idea. Taking pictures and videos that could incriminate them and reveal their group's arrangement was just stupid. But maybe having a dick attached to your hips also naturally came with a little bit of stupidity, because Yoona is now thinking of arguments to convince Haewon. Unfortunately for the older girl, her biggest weakness was incredibly obvious.
''We could send it to Lily….''
Haewon’s frown softens at the name alone. Yoona can almost physically see the gears turning behind her eyes. It was working; she was considering it.
''Only to Lily.'' Haewon says firmly, and Yoona’s eyes lit up.
''Great! Please hold your legs up.''
Haewon’s own obedience surprises her as she pliantly holds her legs up from underneath her knees, keeping herself folded and spread as Yoona leans back to grab her phone, all without pulling out of her. Yoona leans back, holding her phone with both of her hands, taking a while to get the perfect angle. The older girl is about to curse at her to hurry up, but she gets flash-banged instead, closing her eyes to protect herself from the strong light.
Yoona then turns the phone screen to show her the picture, and Haewon feels her heart drop to her ass.
The only way to describe the picture is filthy. Her face is flushed and her eyes shiny, her lips wet, and her forehead sweaty. Her hair is messy around her head. Her body looks small and weak, legs folded up in pure submission. Finally, at the bottom of the strategically framed picture, her cunt is red and swollen around the black silicone toy, her own slick catching light and shining from the flash. She can barely recognise herself like this, and she sure as hell doesn't like it, but she also knows Lily will absolutely lose her mind at it, and that’s more compelling to her at the moment.
''Can I send it to her?'' Yoona asks, and gosh. It didn’t help that Yoona was quite adorable like this, so excited to immortalise the moment. She only wished the moment in question wasn't the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her, but oh well.
''Y-yeah'', Haewon stutters, and she swallows hard, awkwardly waiting with her legs in her hands like a dumbass while Yoona was typing on her phone, fake dick still in her. Humiliating is an understatement, and she can barely hold on as Yoona takes her damn time before eventually tossing her phone aside with a satisfied, smug smile.
Hands are quickly back under Haewon’s thighs, and Yoona sheathes herself in completely with more force than before.
''You’re- ah! Fucking crazy.'' Haewon manages to pant out, and Yoona doesn’t respond, focused on keeping the rhythm. The older girl slowly but surely lets herself enjoy the moment, letting little moans and gasps escape her every time Yoona pushes back into her, past the point of suppressing it. Each hip movement makes her lose it even more, focusing less and less on her own thoughts as the pressure starts to coil somewhere low in her abdomen. It feels amazing, but the pleasure seems to plateau, and she’s desperate to finally get her release. She squeezes one of her hands between her legs, Yoona easing off some of her weight on her thighs to allow her better access. She immediately begins drawing small circles around her clitoris, shutting her eyes and heading at full speed towards her orgasm.
Yoona gets the message, summoning all of her strength to keep the pace and intensity, eyes glued on Haewon’s face as she watches her fall apart. Her pussy clamps down on the dildo so hard that Yoona stops moving, too afraid to hurt her, and she holds her still, forgetting how to breathe at the sight of her leader wildly rubbing herself through her orgasm.
Her head eventually falls back on the mattress, panting and eyes closed. Yoona slowly pulls away, silicone slipping out of her and legs coming back down. She freezes, the realization of what she had just done hitting her. Haewon lies still in front of her, silent except for heavy breathing, her chest visibly heaving as she struggles to calm down. One of her legs twitches slightly. Her hair sticks to her wet forehead. Yoona suddenly feels shy, not really knowing what she is supposed to do next.
If it were Jinsol, she would grab some wipes and a glass of water. They’d spend some time cleaning each other off and massaging the body parts that got sore.
If it were Jiwoo, she would lie next to her and hold her close, maybe tease her a little just to hear her whine, eventually falling asleep still entangled.
But Haewon? What would Haewon need from her right now?
''Take it off.’’ Haewon mumbles, low and hoarse, and Yoona isn’t sure she heard it well.
“What?’’ Haewon slowly opens her eyes. They’re glossy and slightly hazy, but drilling holes through Yoona nonetheless.
“Take. it. off.’’
Yoona freezes for a second. Huh? She must look confused because Haewon sits up with a frustrated groan and points at her waist. The older girl’s impatience is so apparent that Yoona doesn’t even question it, immediately starting to fumble with the clasps, tugging clumsily so they would come loose. Haewon stumbles towards her to help, legs weak. Her hands are lightly shaking, and Yoona notices instantly, her confusion turning into worry.
“Unnie, what’s wrong? You’re stressing me out’’
The harness falls to her mid thigh, and Haewon pushes her down on the bed and tosses it aside before practically pouncing on top of her and pinning her down. Well, I guess that was her answer.
The only way Yoona could describe the way Haewon kisses her then is as if she had been possessed by a beast who wanted nothing but to devour her whole and become one with her. She’s rough and messy, and her hands are grabbing possessively at her body like she was testing the tenderness of her flesh. Hard, invasive. Yoona can only let it happen, unable and honestly too overwhelmed to reciprocate in other ways than whine pitifully inside Haewon’s mouth. She’s lightheaded with lack of air and maybe even slightly frightened.
Not that she would ever doubt Haewon could hurt her. She is more concerned that a dam has been broken, and she really hopes things won’t get even more awkward between the two of them after this.
Haewon’s heartbeat is loud and fast in her own ears as if she had just chugged three iced Americanos in one go. If Yoona thought she could just have her way with her and walk away untouched, she was clearly terribly wrong. It was about pride, about competitiveness, but also the results of years of repressed carnal desire and need. Yoona had come to her first today, taken her first, and made her lose her composure. It was exactly what Haewon needed to let go of her inhibitions and reveal what her hunger for the younger girl looked like. Not touching her timidly as she had before, too scared to cross a line, too worried about what Yoona would think of her if she saw her mask slip. Not treating Yoona like a fragile, frightened deer she could only want from a distance, but like a woman she loved.
She moves to mouth at the side of her delicate face, Yoona gasping for air now that she could finally breathe and letting out a choked moan when Haewon lets her head fall to the crook of her neck and bites her. Her hands grip onto Haewon’s shoulder to ground herself, nails digging into the skin, and it only adds to Haewon’s ecstasy. The older girl eagerly continues her descent, kissing down Yoona’s breasts, then stomach, and she soon finds herself settling between her legs. The only thing she can think about is putting on the harness and finally fuck her with abandon, but she still has the decency to warm her up.
Without teasing one second, she presses her open mouth against Yoona’s sensitive flesh, tongue stretched out and flat. She is practically dripping there; she tastes like sweat from the earlier efforts, and it makes her even more delicious in Haewon’s book. She lets her tongue drag through her entire slit a few times before moving to focus on her clit, lips tightly wrapping around it as two of her fingers are already pressing at her entrance. She should probably take her time, but she feels like she might actually go mad if she doesn’t get to properly fuck Yoona in the next few minutes.
Fortunately, Yoona seems to be on the same page, her hips grinding against Haewon’s face and hand, trying to take more of her fingers inside. Haewon gladly complies, sliding her fingers entirely inside her warm hole. Yoona goes stiff for half a second, but her moan is unmistakably one of pleasure. She is tight around her fingers; she always is, but she is so slick and slippery that it still welcomes her in without resistance. She pumps her fingers in firmly, satisfied with how even the loud squelching is drowned out by the girl’s whines and whimpers.
Enough prep. She takes her fingers out and wipes them down on Yoona’s inner thighs, before crawling to where the harness had been tossed. Yoona’s eyes flutter open, and her look of betrayal at the loss of touch is quickly replaced with anticipation as she sees Haewon fastening the harness around her waist and thighs with the ease of someone who has worn it many, many times before. The dildo is still attached to it, and the short girl grabs it, grimacing at the gross sight of it covered in her own half-dried juices.
''Don’t clean it, I don’t care'', Yoona lets out breathlessly as if she had read her mind. Haewon glares at her, heat burning more intensely in the pit of her stomach. Clearly, she needed this as badly as Haewon did.
''Filthy girl'', Haewon says darkly, making the other girl's face redden, and she gets between her’s legs again, this time with the strap heavy in her hand.
Haewon considers pulling her legs up and folding her in the same way Yoona had done to her, but quickly decides against it. She wants to see Yoona in full; she wants her hands free to roam and claim as she pleases.
Her distorted reflection on the black screen of her phone, on the side of the mattress, catches her attention, and she gets hit with the painful memory of Yoona’s little stunt earlier. A smile that could only ever be described as evil appears on her lips, and she reaches for the device.
Yoona immediately understands what’s going on. Of course, Haewon would want to get back at her for the humiliating picture she took earlier; she should have seen it coming. Suddenly, one of the leader’s hands lands on her jaw, one thumb slightly pulling her lower lip down, and the flash goes off, really close to her face. When Haewon shows her the result, Yoona is honestly confused at how tame the picture is, especially compared to her own masterpiece.
A simple, tasteful close-up of Yoona’s mouth and nose, a thumb slotted between her lips.
''Pretty, right?’’ Haewon says with a smirk. ''I’m sending it to the group chat.
The younger girl feels herself getting pale. It’s not like what was happening between them right now was really a secret; at this point, any member having sex with another shouldn’t be that surprising, but it was a different story to have the proof of their affair sent out to multiple people in real time, people who would instantly recognize her face, the thumb inside her mouth and what it suggested.
After a few seconds, notifications start coming in, and Haewon stares at the screen with a stupid smile on before turning the phone off and tossing it.
“Jiwoo and Kyujin were really going at it with the reaction memes’’
The thought of both of the youngest members being fully aware of what was happening right this instant makes Yoona's face burn with shame. Even worse, when Lily and Jinsol would inevitably look at their phone after the concert, they would also see the pictures…She can already almost hear Jinsol pester her for details later, ugh.
She doesn’t have more time to think about the other members' reactions because Haewon is now positioning herself closer between her legs. No more teasing, no more detours. Yet, surprisingly, Haewon finds herself wanting to take her time.
She had imagined this very moment so many times. Dainty, delicate little Yoona under her and begging for her cock. She guides the toy to her entrance, the head meeting no resistance and disappearing between flushed, drenched skin. Yoona’s breath itches, but she reaches out to place one hand on Haewon’s thigh, not pushing her away but urging her.
“Unnie…''
''Look at me, Yoona, don’t you dare look away”
Yoona pouts, blushing and ashamed, but complies, holding Haewon’s gaze. The older girl’s hips surge forward, forcing herself inside in one smooth thrust. Yoona’s mouth falls open at the stretch, vision going blurry as a weave of pleasure crashes over her, taking her up so high she doesn’t know if she can handle the fall.
''Good?” Haewon asks, and Yoona can only nod with her eyes closed, trying to hold it together. Haewon wouldn’t have any of it.
“Say it. Look at me”
She wants to smack Haewon’s cocky attitude out of her. She was so annoying with her little filthy games and her exhausting dominant persona (as if she wasn’t the one being thoroughly fucked minutes ago!) But god, she needed this badly, and after all, she knew what she was possibly getting into. She’d also be lying if she said that, somewhere behind the annoyance and the shame, wasn’t a tiny part of her that got off on being obedient and debauched for Haewon.
“Good”, she manages to repeat while timidly meeting Haewon’s eyes under her lashes, and that’s all the confirmation she needs to start moving.
There’s no gradual buildup to Haewon’s pace. She goes straight to deep, strong strokes that make Yoona hiccup and slide up the bed, only to be taken back down by the leader’s hands firmly wrapped around her small waist. She can’t help it. She can’t help but want to make her feel like no one else has.
Only when Yoona’s gasps get raspy with the dryness of her throat does Haewon slow down, letting go of the girl’s waist to reveal 10 pretty finger imprints on the skin. She lays one hand on the tall girl’s lower stomach, while the other goes down a bit lower, her thumb circling her swollen clit. Yoona jolts, her back raising from the mattress at the sudden extra stimulation, and when Haewon starts moving again while pressing against her bladder, a sound she had never heard herself make escapes from somewhere deep in her throat.
Her orgasm comes without warning and hits her like a lightning strike, so hard she goes through it without a sound, the only noise breaking the silence being that of wet skin against wet skin. Haewon leans over and searches Yoona’s eyes for any sign she wanted to slow down or stop, but the younger girl instead wraps her legs around her waist, arms embracing her desperately, and her hips stutter helplessly, trying to get more of her somehow. Haewon doubles her efforts, keeping the rhythm despite every muscle in her body burning and sore.
She lets herself lie on top of her, and her head falls into the crook of her neck. She moans out embarrassingly with the realization that she was getting what she always wanted. She was having Yoona completely to herself, so open to pleasure, taking her so obedient and needy. Yoona was hers completely, if only in this moment, and it felt even better, much better than she had imagined.
“Do you have any idea of how long I’ve been wanting this?’’ she pants against the tender skin of her neck., “I've waited so long to have you like this’’
She buries herself deeper inside the girl, selfishly grinding, trying to get pressure from the harness against her own clit. Yoona whimpers softly from underneath her, sensitive, and she scratches Haewon’s back with her nails, hard enough to mark. Haewon isn’t sure if she is doing it mindlessly or as retaliation, but either way, pain was just another kind of pleasure to Haewon. (Something she had discovered quite early in her sexual life with Lily, but had been fully confirmed when Jinsol had taken on the habit of biting her at the height of her orgasms to muffle her moans when she needed to be quiet in the dorms.)
Haewon’s small movements become sloppy as she feels the knot in her lower stomach tightening. The pressure against her clit burns; it hurts more than it feels good, but it brings her closer and closer, and she can’t stop herself at this point. Yoona lets herself be handled like this, Haewon pushing so deep inside her that it borders on uncomfortable, but she knows Haewon is about to lose it by the way she heaves, shallow and dry against her.
“m’gonna come’’ Haewon announces as if it wasn’t incredibly obvious, and Yoona somehow finds it endearing.
Inexplicably, the thought of being used as nothing but a tool for Haewon’s own satisfaction births an idea in her mind that she would later probably regret, but the words escape her before she can stop them.
''Unnie, please, inside me''
Haewon growls at the words, hips rutting roughly against Yoona as she unravels. The younger girl winces, the dildo buried so deeply inside that it brushes against her cervix, but her attention stays focused on Haewon, who keeps shuddering and breathing heavily with no signs of calming down, continuously grinding against her for what feels like minutes after her orgasm peaked. Something wet drips down Yoona’s neck, and she isn’t sure if it’s drool or tears. She awkwardly reaches for the older girl’s back, caressing it up and down in an attempt to soothe, and it seems to take Haewon out of her trance, removing her face from Yoona's neck. Her pupils are blown and the corner of her eyes red and humid, her cheeks shiny with smudged tears.
''Can you take more?'' Her voice is hoarse and low, but it lacks the blunt, dominant tone Yoona would usually expect from her. If anything, she sounds like she's begging. Her hands are still pulling and grabbing at her hips, fingers digging into her flesh like she was terrified Yoona would run away, and her hips are still softly jabbing the toy inside her without fully realising it.
Yoona stares at her blankly for a second, honestly so spent and exhausted she can barely move, body sticky and too warm, too wet and too sensitive…
She had tapped out of sex for way less; she wasn't someone who liked being pushed that far, she didn’t like feeling like this. It really didn't make sense for her to want more, but somehow she did. She realises with an aftertaste of shame that she was, in fact, hungry for Haewon to pull her apart, disembody her piece by piece and build her up all over again. Knowing Haewon wanted her so badly she was practically shaking and sobbing made her dizzy with arousal and pride. Only this once, she promises herself.
“Don’t you wanna be good for me?'' Her voice is but a whisper, but Yoona nods eagerly.
''I wanna take you from behind. Do you want it? Tell me you want it.’’
Yoona’s cunt squeezes helplessly around the thing still inside her, and she nods again, hands going up to hide her face before being slapped away by Haewon.
“Say it, Yoona.’’
“I want it’’
“More’’
“Please, unnie, I want it''
Haewon starts pulling out a little too fast, making Yoona grimace at the feeling of the toy being dragged out of her and leaving a slick trail on her inner thigh. She is being pushed to roll on her stomach, groaning at the soreness. She lets her face press against the sheets and tries to support herself on her knees so that her ass would be up, like she’s seen Jinsol do that one time with Lily, but Haewon seems to have a different plan for her, pushing her flat against the mattress and moving to sit firmly on the top of her thighs, the toy slotting itself between her cheeks. She hears Haewon breathe out deeply at the sight of her back, and one hand travels from the small of it to her shoulder blades, drawing her curves, while the other goes to knead her asscheek.
Yoona thought the position would be unpleasant, but it feels nice. Very nice, actually. Just lying there, flat, with Haewon’s weight grounding her and the lack of eye contact allowing her to focus on her own sensations fully. Every touch of Haewon’s hands sends shivers and tingles throughout her body, and she can’t help but moan embarrassingly loud when she feels something wet travel from the middle of her back all the way to her neck.
Haewon continues her assault, fascinated by the way Yoona shivers and tenses up before relaxing again with each drag of her tongue up her spine. Soon, she starts also sucking and biting, gentle at first, then harder and harder until Yoona lets out a high-pitched yelp that she recognizes as a warning.
Haewon sits back up, panting, and takes a moment to taste her absolute triumph. Yoona lies there, motionless, pale back splotched with wet and red marks. When Haewon slips one hand under her body to palm her, she finds it leaking, open for her to take again and again.
She feels like a goddess of love and destruction when she once again grabs her length and aligns it with Yoona’s hole. It welcomes her hungrily, almost sucking her in, but she resists it. In that position, she would be much tighter, and she knew she was already asking a lot from the younger girl. It also didn’t help that she pulsed from time to time, tightening even more.
“Relax, you keep squeezing me”
Yoona doesn’t know what to respond to that; it’s not like she was doing it on purpose, and how did she even feel it anyway? She grumbles something incoherent, trying her best to breathe slowly and relax her muscles despite being split open once again, the toy feeling much bigger in that specific position. She swears she feels herself gradually slip into a different headspace as Haewon pushes inside her inch after inch, hands possessively holding her waist. She hears Haewon ask if she’s okay, and it’s almost as if she’d forgotten how to talk, resolving to nod weakly against the sheets.
Haewon finally bottoms out with a shaky exhale and nearly loses it. Rationally, she knows the toy isn’t her real body part. She isn’t stupid. But a lot of things in life, especially sex, weren’t ruled by rationality, and in that moment she swore she could feel Yoona envelop and squeeze her cock, warm and velvety and so perfect. She begins slowly rolling her hips, pushing to reach deeper inside her and pressing against her buttocks with every thrust, and Yoona mewls softly. Soon enough, she’s ramming into her with all of the force contained inside her small body, desperate and uncoordinated, large drops of sweat running down her temple to land on Yoona’s back. The sound of skin slapping and Haewon’s grunts fills up the room, unashamed.
Haewon’s entire body hurts, sensitive and tired, but her head is up in the clouds, and she feels herself deliciously throb, so close yet so far from yet another orgasm.
“Look at you, taking all of me so well’’she rasps out, mostly to herself, and she reaches for the younger girl's long brown hair.
Yoona shivers and braces herself when she feels Haewon get a hold of her hair, expecting her to pull at it, but instead, it’s being brushed away from her face and neck delicately, Haewon’s hand then goes to gently caress her cheek, contrasting heavily with the way she was still fucking her cock deep into her, but the gesture is so tender and sincere that tears start forming at the corner of her eyes. Her legs are like jelly; in fact, she can barely feel most of her body, except for Haewon’s presence; her weight on her, inside her, filling her up and keeping her warm, her hands holding her and caressing her. She’s not overwhelmed, though, she realises. Not in a bad way. She doesn’t think, she doesn't have to. She doesn’t have to do anything at all but let Haewon love her. A tear rolls down her cheek, and Haewon catches it with her thumb, whispering praises that Yoona can’t fully register.
She feels Haewon rest her front against her back, their skin scorching hot and sticking together from the sweat, saliva and everything else. Next thing she knows, Haewon is pressing her face somewhere between her shoulder blades, not quite tall enough to reach her neck, and gasps loudly against her skin, hips jolting and shaking slightly as she once again releases from the pressure and continuous grinding.
Yoona closes her eyes. She could probably fall asleep like this, with the weight on her back, and the toy lodged inside her, making her feel so full and so loved. She surprises herself imagining it was Jinsol inside her instead, and she is honestly too fucked out to even feel guilty about it.
Haewon is drunk off the satisfying exhaustion of her body and the mental image of herself unloading deep inside Yoona and filling her up to the brim with her (imaginary) cum. Later, she would probably replay the entire night in her head and overthink it. But right now, she’s basking in the wonderful feeling of being pressed against her lover, spent and satisfied. Only when she catches herself almost passing out on top of Yoona does she force herself to sit up, the younger girl groaning underneath her. Haewon carefully pulls herself out, slowly, so as not to cause discomfort to the girl who had become even tighter. Yoona lets out a pitiful whine when the toy comes out of her, and Haewon isn’t sure if it’s from the oversensitivity or the sudden emptiness.
She quickly steps out of the harness to reveal deeply engraved, bright red lines on her skin, and she stumbles to the side, flopping on her back with a sigh.
They lay there in silence for a while, until Haewon eventually turned to face the younger girl. She hadn’t moved an inch, still in the exact position Haewon had left her, but her eyes were half-lidded and staring right at her.
“You okay?” Haewon whispers, and she wishes she could have been carefree for longer, but her usual worries are already starting to come back.
“My body is going to hurt tomorrow” Yoona mumbles against the sheets, but a small smile appears on her pretty lips.
“My body is going to hurt too, you folded me like a damn lawn chair” Haewon snaps back, and Yoona laughs, beautifully.
Haewon’s heart is heavy with a complicated mix of guilt, worry, emptiness and pure love at the sight of Yoona lying beside her, laughing and being gorgeous yet dirtied and fucked out of her mind.
I am so in love with this girl, and I can’t even say it to her. I'm such a loser. Is all Haewon can think.
Suddenly, a phone, either hers or Yoona’s, starts to vibrate, and she sees in her peripheral vision the name of the caller: Lily. The concert must have ended minutes ago. Which meant Lily had seen that awful picture of her all pathetic and submissive…
She starts to sit up to pick up, but Yoona’s hand moves to stop her.
“You don’t wanna talk to Lily and Jinsol?” Haewon asks in response to her questioning look.
“Pay attention to me only”, she replies in a small voice, and Haewon’s heart jumps and stops in her chest at how pleading it sounds.
“O-okay”, she says, lying back down beside the tall girl, this time facing her.
The silence is back again, and clearly, she isn’t doing something right because Yoona sighs dramatically, finally stirring and moving to lie on her back.
“Are you not going to take care of me?”
Her tone is light, but Haewon has an inkling that she isn’t exactly joking either. Of course, she should’ve known. It was almost annoying how kind and considerate Jinsol was; it made sense that Yoona’s standards for aftercare would be unusually high. She rolls her eyes dramatically.
''Let me guess, Jinsol gives you a full body massage and a therapy session after sex?’’
''Sol would already have prepared some warm towels and a glass of water, at least. And she wouldn’t roll her eyes at me like that.”
''I didn’t see you bring me any water after fucking me, though?”
''You pounced on me like a rabid animal before I could do anything!”
Haewon doesn’t have anything to say to that, and so she drags herself on top of Yoona again despite her complaints, pinning her arms down to stop her from squirming. She desperately wanted to make sure Yoona felt positively about what happened between them, suddenly hyperaware of how intense the whole thing must have been for her. When it came to Yoona, though, she sucked with words, and so she needed to make amends in the only other way she knew.
“No- unnie- You’re all sweaty”
She shuts her up with a small peck.
“I thought you wanted me to take care of you”
Yoona stops fighting it and lets Haewon plant a few more kisses on her face. Eventually, they get more tender, Haewon clearly making an effort to meet Yoona’s needs. The younger girl tries her best to focus on the affectionate gesture, how Haewon’s lips gently brush on her skin and how her fingers trace shapes on her waist and hips, the same places she was harshly grabbing and pulling minutes ago.
Yoona is thirsty, she needs to go to the bathroom, and she honestly feels disgusting, but this isn’t all bad, either. Haewon was honestly too much for her sometimes, too suffocating, too complicated. There were simply too many mixed signals and unsaid words. None of it ever stopped Yoona from loving her, though. Much like Lily, though in vastly different ways, Haewon had been an inspiration. None of the girls would have made it this far without her. Not without her stupid, stubborn, self-sacrificing, emotionally constipated self.
When Haewon breaks the kiss, her eyes are welling with tears, her lips are trembling, and Yoona’s heart drops. Those weren’t tears of overstimulation and pleasure dizziness like the ones they had shed earlier. She can’t pretend to know what's going on in her leader’s head, but she had known her for enough years to guess she was overthinking everything that had happened and putting an unnecessary heavy amount of pressure on herself. All that over having sex with one of her girls and a little bit of insecurity.
“Unnie…’’
Haewon abruptly sits up, separating their bodies and looks up, fanning her face with both hands to stop the tears from falling.
“Fuck, I’m sorry-’’
“I’m not going to regret anything’’ Yoona says bluntly, and by the way Haewon looks at her, she knows she hit the nail on the head.
''I’ve never regretted anything when it comes to you, I don’t know why you always act like I’m gonna hate you for touching me or something-’’
“It would be okay if you regretted it’’ Haewon says softly, and Yoona wants nothing more than to punch some sense into her, but she simply lets out a deep breath before sitting up to face her.
“I don’t regret it, I won’t regret it. I’m the one who came here, I wanted you, and I still do.’’
Haewon looks at her as if she just said something crazy, but Yoona goes on.
“I’ve been wanting this too, you know? All this time, you’ve been holding back and repressing yourself as if wanting me makes you a monster. I’m grown enough to know what I want, Haewon, and I want you to stop acting like I can’t handle you.’’
To Yoona’s relief, Haewon’s expression ever so slightly softens.
“Oh. O-okay’’ she murmurs, frozen.
“Please get off me now, I need to pee. We finish this conversation when I’m back.’’
Haewon lets Yoona push her out of her way and watches her as she grabs her phone, stands and walks to the bathroom on wobbly legs, strands of her long hair sticking to the damp skin of her back. Once she is out of view, the older girl lets herself shed another tear or two before stopping herself. Her face is probably already swollen and ruined by everything, but her pride still holds onto the sliver of composure she still has.
She grabs her own phone and gasps at the number of notifications lighting up the screen. Dozens of missed calls by both Lily and Jinsol, as well as over thirty messages in their shared group chat (Most of which were Kyujin himejoshing out because of the picture). Lastly, two private messages from Lily:
00:23 - I’ll sleep in Jinsol’s room tonight, my Wonie, don’t wanna interrupt. I hope you’re having fun!
00:25 - Love you darling ♡
She smiles, big and bright like an idiot at the messages (God, she was so whipped), then realises what it meant: She was spending the entire night with Yoona, alone with her and her uncomfortable, emotional conversations. She shudders, both from the thought and from her body suddenly feeling cold, naked and wet alone in bed.
‘'There’s nowhere to hide, Oh Haewon’’ She murmurs to herself as she picks up Yoona’s big shirt from the ground and puts it on, catching a whiff of her white musk scent. “You’re opening up tonight.’’