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They’re drunk on Lia’s couch, the other girls in various stages of dress to go out clubbing. Lia and Yuna, already finished, had decided to start pre-gaming. Yuna can’t resist falling back into her role of giving Lia a headache.
It starts simple. She makes some stupid comment about how Lia’s hair makes it look like she just had sex, and Lia gives her an eyeroll in return, calling her a clear virgin. Yuna bristles at it.
“You wanna fuck me so bad, unnie,” Yuna says, smile spreading across her face. She likes this game they play, she really does—but sometimes she takes it too far.
“Oh, honey,” Lia says condescendingly. It makes a sick part of Yuna’s brain ping like a notification. You are horny!, it reads. “Simping is not a good look for you.”
Yuna doesn’t know what’s hotter: the unimpressed look on Lia’s face, or the flush on her own.
Or, perhaps, the challenge Lia has posed. Determination fills her veins and she decides right then and there that she will fuck Lia.
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So, Yuna may not be the most tactical person out there. She’s not great at making battle plans; her skills are more focused on rushing in and fighting.
All this to say, she has no idea how to get Lia to sleep with her, besides diving right in. That’s her first mistake.
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Yuna is assaulted by a wave of sound as she walks through the club door following her friends like a tiny duckling. It’s not often that she has a chance to go out like this. Bright lights, the smell of sweat and alcohol, and the oppressive heat of bodies filling the dance floor hit her senses all at once, and she smiles grandly.
This is going to be her fucking night. She throws a glance to her left to see Lia mirroring her smile, and a warmth she doesn’t expect wends its way through her. It should be easy, right?
They all crowd around the bar, Ryujin calling the bartender over with two raised fingers. Yuna orders something sweet she doesn’t know the name of and leans her body against the bar as she drinks. Ryujin has apparently already made a friend, a cute girl with bright pink hair and glitter on her temples leaning flirtily towards her. She’s definitely hot, and Yuna makes a mental note to tease her about it later. Yeji and Chaeryeong slam their first drinks and make a beeline for the dance floor, excitement visible in their entire bodies.
Lia, though. Yuna makes eye contact with the older girl and watches with a sick fascination the way her lips curl around her straw and pull. Yuna wants to replace it with her thumb, see if Lia would suck on it the same way. She shifts her thighs together. Lia smirks her way and sends her a wink, and Yuna feels heat spread through her body.
She gets a second drink, grateful her parents had sent her money this past week. She rolls her eyes at herself; maybe she does sound like a spoiled brat.
She people-watches for a while, sat at the bar. She catches the tail end of Ryujin’s declaration of a shots contest with the pretty pink haired girl. She spies the way Yeji grinds on Chaeryeong, a well manicured hand splayed across the front of Yeji’s belly, head leaned back onto Chaeryeong’s shoulder. Yea, they’re definitely fucking tonight. She feels the few people left at the bar move and jostle when Lia leaves her seat, heading toward the dance floor. Yuna watches her dance for a while by herself, simply admiring, before she decides she might as well join her.
Before she can get there, though, another girl comes out of nowhere and approaches Lia.
Unfortunately, Lia finds this newcomer—a rather short girl with dark red, shoulder length hair, and a garish looking pink crop top—charming enough to dance with, and Yuna slumps in her chair at the bar. She calls for yet another drink, and decides if this is going to be a competition, she might as well make use of liquid courage.
Three drinks later, Yuna’s not even sure what she’s fighting for. She stumbles onto the dance floor, bumping into a few people who give her looks she ignores. The world is a kaleidoscope of color and sound, and she finds herself in the middle of the floor, just moving her body in any way that feels right. Everything spins when she moves her head too fast and her stomach churns the tiniest bit, but the lights are bright and the bass is vibrating through her, and she feels good. She feels sexy, like someone should put hands on her, and oh. That’s what she forgot about.
She looks around for where her friends have gone, but her vision is blurred and she can’t spot them. She shrugs and goes back to dancing.
It doesn’t take long for her to feel a presence behind her, smelling perfume she doesn’t recognize. The scent is nice and the body is warm, though, so she grinds back and pulls the hands on her hips toward her belly. Her head feels a bit like warmed up gelatin, and she can’t get her full bearings, but she’s feeling heavy from the drinks and desired from the hands on her, so she’s not complaining. It’s new—she doesn’t think she’s ever been this drunk before, nor does she usually let anyone dance on her that isn’t already in her friend group. The hand on her belly inches upward toward her chest, and she grabs it before it can go any further. A tinkling laugh sounds from behind her, and the hand returns to her hip and squeezes.
The song playing isn’t exactly right for the way she’s dancing, but she goes for it anyway. She starts to heat up, wanting to be taken apart and put back together. She imagines she’s dancing with Lia instead. Imagines them leaving the club and finding some dirty ass alleyway where she can drop to her knees and eat Lia out against a wall. She thinks about a lot of things she could do with Lia, all far from holy.
She doesn’t notice the hands on her have changed until a familiar voice filters in one ear.
“Yuna-yah, are you being a slut without me?”
It startles her back into the present, and she whirls around—probably too fast, all things considered—to find Lia looking up at her hazily. Yuna is pulled forward by an urge she can’t explain, a strange need to be a slut for Lia specifically, a need to be pretty and good that she doesn’t know what to do with. She looks at Lia, her makeup smudged the slightest and starting to melt from sweat, her hair thrown over her shoulder, the familiar hooded eyes that watch her like she knows something Yuna doesn’t; she has to kiss her right now.
So she does.
It’s a bit of a mess, more tongue and spit than anything else, but the euphoria Yuna feels is unmatched. She gasps into Lia’s mouth, the butterflies in her stomach going absolutely wild. She throws her arms clumsily around Lia’s neck and pushes harder against her lips, biting her bottom one before diving back in with her tongue. Lia just lets her, her far more experienced mouth claiming Yuna’s own; the butterflies in her stomach apparently have something to say about that too, batting against the walls, and oh. Oh those aren’t butterflies, they’re—
The last thing Yuna sees before she throws up on Lia’s shoes is a look of disappointment on Lia’s face. It cuts like knives in her chest, and she’s glad she blacks out after that.
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Yuna comes to in a way too bright room, a surprisingly comfortable couch underneath her and her friends spread throughout the room. The sound of birds outside makes her head throb, and she grabs a decorative pillow to shove over her face. She can’t be assed to move from her position, anyway.
There’s movement happening somewhere around her, but she doesn’t want to uncover herself, so she sits and listens until the noises die down. A hand places itself on her shoulder and she finally lets the pillow drop, squinting and letting her eyes adjust as Lia’s sweet face fills her vision. She feels a heavy pit of guilt swirling around in her stomach, among other things, and finally takes stock of how shitty she feels. Fuck drinking, seriously. She’s swearing off for real.
“Hey boss baby,” Lia says softly, amusement in her voice. She’s got this small smile that Yuna wants to wipe off with her own mouth, but, well. She knows how that went last time. She’s not even sure how they all got back to Lia’s apartment unscathed, but Lia’s mom-energy knows no bounds. Or, less mom energy and more like ‘you’re all idiots so someone has to take charge’. She shares the position with Yeji.
“Unnie, don’t call me that,” she whines, kind of rendering the complaint useless. She pouts up at Lia as effectively as she can when her bones themselves are protesting movement. “I’m not a baby.”
Lia lets her gaze fall, sliding slowly back up along Yuna’s body. It takes everything in her not to shiver when Lia replies in a deeper voice, “No, I guess you’re not.” Fuck. Fuck Lia for being so hot, for being all Yuna can think about when she feels like this, heat worming its way under her skin.
It’s not even as though she wants to date Lia, their friendship is comfortable and lovely as it is. She does, however, want Lia to fuck her into a mattress, or on the hood of a car, or in her nice kitchen, or—
A loud yawn from the other couch snaps her out of her reverie, and she feels herself blushing badly. Lia is simply watching her, eyes kind as always but with something, something devilish lurking underneath. Yuna can’t keep going like this. If she doesn’t get railed soon, she thinks she might actually die. She’s always been a generally horny person, being mostly a virgin and surrounded by hot people, but it’s never been so focused as this. It’s fucking her up inside.
Yuna groans, lifting herself off the couch with Lia’s help, and thinks maybe it’s time to go back to the drawing board.
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Yuna’s never been one to dress sexily. So when she drops by the shopping center near her apartment, she really has no idea what she’s doing. What is sexy, anyway?
It takes about twenty minutes of her wandering around aimlessly for her to throw in the towel and call Ryujin.
“Hey, unnie,” she says into the phone, stretching the ‘hey’ out obnoxiously. If Lia wasn’t already her favorite unnie, it would be Ryujin. The girl is fun, and always indulges Yuna. It’s nice to be appreciated, she thinks.
“Hi, Yunnie,” a tired voice comes from the other end, and Yuna feels bad for a second. She must’ve woken Ryujin from a nap, which she usually needs. “What’s up, babe?”
Yuna thinks for a few moments on how to phrase this. A lightbulb goes off in her head when she remembers late nights with her older sister, watching old American movies to try and learn English. She smiles fondly to herself and hopes she doesn’t look too crazy to passerby.
“Have you ever seen the movie Clueless?”
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So, it doesn’t really happen like a 90s chick flick, this little shopping trip. But Ryujin does drag her from store to store, picking things out for her like a personal stylist. Cute underwear, which Yuna blushes through buying; short skirts and tiny shirts, all sweet pinks and baby blues; heels, which Yuna nearly breaks her ankle trying on. By the time they start heading back to Yuna’s little apartment off campus, they’ve acquired a few too many bags and, possibly, some leg cramps from the walking.
Ryujin lets herself in after Yuna, demanding a makeshift fashion show of the new clothes, and Yuna is riding such a high that she can’t even say no. She tries on the first outfit she pulls out, a matching plaid skirt and top set—okay, maybe her life is like Clueless—and looks in the mirror in her bedroom.
Damn. Damn.
Her legs look a mile long, hips filling out the skirt, and waist looking tiny and grabbable, if she does say so herself. She turns side to side, simply admiring, and Ryujin enters the room while she’s checking out her ass. Ryujin whistles, eyes sliding up and down Yuna’s body.
“When did you get hot?” Ryujin teases. Yuna flushes but smiles brightly. Ryujin wipes a fake tear from her eye and gives her a proud look. “Wow. Our boss baby’s upgraded to a baby slut.” Yuna rolls her eyes.
“Get out of my room.”
“Fine, but I’m coming back in for the next fit!”
Yuna rubs her hands down the front of her top, smoothing out non-existent imperfections. There’s no way Lia won’t react, she tells herself. She’ll have her on her knees before the end of the week.
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Things don’t turn out like Yuna expects. The next time they all go out for lunch, their schedules syncing up for once, Yuna wears one of her new outfits. It’s a short, lowcut sundress with a daisy pattern, and she thinks she looks pretty sexy in it. She pairs it with some white sneakers—old habits die hard—and ties her hair up out of her face.
She knows she looks good, if the hoots and gasps from her friends are anything to go by. Yeji is raving about how stupidly long her legs are, Chaeryeong congratulates her on finally being a whore like the rest of them, and Ryujin just gives her a smile and a thumbs up. Lia, though.
Lia says nothing to her past ‘hello’.
Which is honestly rude. She’s all dressed up for the first time in years, and the girl she desperately wants to fuck isn’t even paying her attention. Yuna tries her best to look fuckable: pushing her barely there breasts together between her arms and biting her bottom lip while she pretends to think. She flirts with everyone at the table, teasing and being annoying—she’s really playing it up.
And Lia gives her short answers, barely glancing up at her and busying herself with the menu, her phone, her food, whatever she can find. It makes the pit of her stomach feel heavy, laden with lead and disappointment. She tries to shake it off, determined to see this plan through, but she can’t deny it’s sort of slipping through her fingers all at once.
She knows this…thing with Lia has changed their dynamic a bit, but they’re still friends, right? This is still the girl that held her hair for her the first time she had a hangover, who cuddled her all night after she had her first breakup, who she watches stupid comedies and sci-fi documentaries with because no one else enjoys them like they do.
She selfishly wants to have her cake and eat it, too.
They start filtering out from the table, chatting as they head out to their respective classes or living spaces, and Yuna has dimmed noticeably. Noticeable enough that Yeji spends around an extra thirty seconds hugging her, Ryujin pats her arms gently, and Chaeryeong gives her the worst kind of pitying look.
Lia gives her a short hug and a pat on the cheek, and that’s that.
Yuna slouches on her way home, tail between her legs. Plan Two, failed.
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The plans don’t stop there. Yuna gets through several of them—faking an oral fixation for a week, which gets her chewed out by Chaeryeong, whose pens she’s been borrowing for the bit; she sucks on popsicles and lollipops so much that her teeth start to hurt at the sight of them; she asks around for Lia’s type, which goes disastrously and makes her feel like kind of a creep. She’s been through it all, and nothing seems to be working.
Lia continues ignoring her for a couple weeks, and it makes her heart ache every time. She doesn’t want their friendship to end over something like this. She doesn’t want to lose Lia.
It’s a few more days of radio silence before Yuna gets a text from Lia, reminding her that movie night is still happening tomorrow. It lights her face up, and she refuses to let it fall. This is her chance to make things right.
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Yuna arrives at Lia’s apartment building a few minutes late, as usual. She thanks her driver, makes her way in the door and up the stairs, and knocks on Lia’s door. Lia lets her in with an unreadable look, and it doesn’t take long to realize Yuna’s the only other one there. She toes off her shoes and removes her jacket, fully aware of Lia’s eyes on her the entire time. What the fuck is happening?
She asks as much, and Lia gives her a grin. Too many teeth, too bright of a glint.
“You’re not subtle, you know.” And ah. That’s what this is about. It’s an ambush.
Yuna’s heart starts beating faster.
“Subtle about what, unnie?” They both know. It’s in the way their bodies curl toward each other even from this far away. It’s in the way Lia licks her lips and Yuna can’t help but watch with envy. It’s in the way Lia ticks her head to the side, predator watching prey. Hunter watching the hunted.
It’s in the way Lia stalks toward her slowly. “Let’s stop playing this game, Yuna-yah.” And the tension snaps.
Kissing Lia is a lot like a hurricane ripping through a town. Wet, exhilarating, so much power from one side as the other falls helpless to it. Lia grasps her nape with one hand, pulling her in closer, and Yuna lets out an embarrassing whine, feeling taken apart by her lips already. The kiss is good, heady in a way she’s never felt while making out with one of her friends. Dizzying, how her brain goes from empty to Lia, Lia, Lia.
Lia pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, and grins grandly at her. Molten heat drips from each limb, making Yuna’s brain feel heavy and foggy. Lia grabs her hand, but instead of leading her to the bedroom like she expects, she brings her to the couch, pulling Yuna in her lap.
They swap spit lazily, Lia running her hands along Yuna’s waist. It takes everything in her not to grind down into Lia’s lap, though she doesn’t have a good reason not to. Maybe she’s waiting to be told what to do.
Maybe she wants to be good.
She loves being annoying more than anything else though, and hooks her arms around Lia’s neck to ask, “How do you want it, unnie? Something tells me you’re a pillow princess.”
Lia straight up laughs in her face, and it makes the heat of embarrassment in Yuna’s body burn wildly. Lia shakes her head at her, lips upturned into something almost cruel, and squeezes at her hips. “I’m the farthest thing from a pillow princess, honey,” she says darkly. Yuna can’t help the way her cunt aches. Lia shrugs under her. “But hey, if you wanna fuck someone subby and docile, I’m sure I can find somebody for you.”
And, listen. Yuna isn’t someone who’s ordered around easily. But the tone of Lia’s voice, the vice grip she has around her hips, the way her eyes rove lazily down Yuna’s body—it makes her wanna bend. It makes her want to break.
“No, Lia-unnie, I—” she can barely form words. She wants so badly that it’s starting to hurt. “I want you to fuck me.” Too honest, too open. “I want you to take control.”
Lia smiles up at her again, a sick sort of pride on her face. It makes Yuna’s body move without any input from her brain, finally giving in and grinding down in Lia’s lap. The barely-there friction of her jeans and Lia’s shorts makes her gasp, hinting at things to come. “That’s it, baby,” Lia says, and Yuna whines, already overwhelmed. Lia settles her hands more firmly on Yuna’s hips, moving her back and forth in her lap. TV static buzzes loudly between her ears.
Lia looks at her quizzically after a few moments, slowing their movements down. Before Yuna can mourn the loss, she says, “Mm, we should go to my room.” At Yuna’s questioning face, she smiles wryly and explains, “No offense, but my couch is a bit too expensive to let you jizz all over it.”
Yuna’s face burns. She can’t think of anything to say, so she lets herself be pulled to the bedroom.
It’s cute in here, plants growing on the windowsill and fairy lights strewn about. Yuna takes a second to admire how put together her best friend is before she’s being pushed onto her back in the middle of the bed, Lia coming to straddle her.
“Open up,” Lia says, leaning over her face, and Yuna does. She opens her mouth just in time for Lia to let a string of drool drip down from her own, and Yuna nearly chokes on it, she’s so excited. It feels like ownership. It feels like worship. Yuna shifts underneath her, not sure where to put her hands. Lia guides them to her chest.
“You really wanna make me feel good, Yuna-yah?” Lia asks silkily. Yuna nods. As if she’d ever say anything but yes. “Touch me. Be rough, I don’t care. Make yourself useful and you might get to come.”
The room is starting to get hazy, words harder and harder to come by. She tries anyway, “I’m gonna wreck you, unnie,” squeezing at Lia’s tits through her thin T-shirt. Lia sighs and drops her head back, circling her hips on top of Yuna’s abdomen. She looks gorgeous, hair flowing down her back like a waterfall and legs splayed around Yuna’s hips. She wants to make her feel so good. She wants to ruin Lia.
Lia has other plans.
Yuna gets a split second of warning before there are fingers in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. She moans weakly, sucking around those fingers as well as she can. It’s humiliating, this newfound need to please Lia, and she can’t help but whimper. She frees her mouth and looks up, begging.
“Please, unnie. Please fuck me.”
Lia beams, as if that was the correct answer, and climbs off her lap to start undressing. She wears nothing underneath her shirt or shorts, and Yuna’s breath catches in her throat. Her tiny tits, her thin waist and soft stomach, and her thighs that are begging to be littered with marks. Another time, maybe. For now, she focuses on getting her hands on Lia, grabbing at any part of her she can. Lia’s composure slips for the smallest moment, a moan getting caught in her throat when Yuna palms her ass.
Lia swats her hands away, pulling Yuna’s sweater above her head and tossing it to the side somewhere. She goes for Yuna’s pants next, swiftly unbuttoning them and pulling them off without much fanfare. Yuna is breathless and almost uncomfortably wet by the time she’s laying naked on the bed, slick spreading down to her thighs. She feels like a fucking mess—she loves it.
Yuna can’t help but push her chest out, trying to look pretty, trying to look fuckable. She’s not quite sure if she gets there, if Lia’s gentle smile is anything to go by, but she breathes heavily anyway when Lia hooks two fingers under her chin.
“Hey, pretty.” Yuna is going to die.
She can’t help it anymore. She surges up to meet Lia’s mouth, and Lia lets her. It feels like the only time she’ll concede tonight, so Yuna takes what she can get.
It’s wet: there’s spit falling from both of their mouths, their teeth clashing, and when Lia sucks on her tongue, Yuna lets out a high whine and ruts up into nothing. Fuck, she needs to be filled. With Lia’s fingers, her tongue, anything. She’s not picky, not now.
Lia moves down her body, leaving bites and marks as she goes, and Yuna is reminded that they’re not in love by any means. The marks are possessive but they’re not born of romance.
Lia stops at her tits, and warm wet suction envelops one nipple, making Yuna cry out. She flicks the other with a nail meanly, and Yuna’s brain folds in on itself at the pinprick of pain. Lia smiles up at her, pinching the same nipple between two fingers, and says, “Are you gonna be good for me, honey? Or do I have to make you?”
Yuna shakes her head, not even sure which option she wants. She wants to be good, she thinks, but the prospect of Lia taming her like the brat she usually is makes a home in her mind.
It seems Lia’s deciding for her, biting down on one of her tits and sucking, not stopping until there’s a sizable bruise from her mouth. Yuna is panting; she had no idea this would feel so good, no idea that every little thing Lia did would go straight to her cunt like this. She’s dripping, body aching, and they need to get on with it soon before she passes out from being too horny. Is that possible? She’s not even sure.
Lia continues her way down her body, kissing and licking anywhere she can reach, before hovering with her mouth over Yuna’s pussy and looking up. It’s like she’s searching for something in Yuna’s face, but before she can ask what, Lia smirks and lifts away.
Yuna lets out a whine, needing Lia’s mouth on her, but Lia simply rolls her eyes and gets off the bed. She’s clearly in a good mood, a teasing mood, because she just bends down next to her bed and grabs something from underneath it. A box, it looks like? She lifts the lid and Yuna inhales sharply.
It looks like a large shoebox from the outside, but Lia opens it to reveal every type of sex toy Yuna knows, and even some she doesn’t. Lia gingerly grabs some lube, a dildo, and some type of strappy fabric, and closes the lid again, returning the box to where it was. She deposits them all on the bedspread, arranging them neatly, and Yuna’s heart nearly beats out of her chest. Lia’s going to fuck her. She’s actually going to do it.
“Lay back and make yourself pretty for me.”
Yuna scrambles to listen, getting comfortable on her back and putting her hands above her head. Lia coos at her, saying she’s such a good baby for her, sliding a hand up her collarbone to reach her throat. She squeezes with the barest pressure and Yuna’s mouth drops open. Lia squeezes harder.
“You’re really such a slut, huh, babe? So easy for me.” The air in the room feels suffocating. “All you can think about is getting fucked. Is that why you’ve been so bad lately?” Lia moves her hand to one of Yuna’s tits, her fondling on the rougher side. Yuna can’t get enough, whimpers catching in her throat. “Look at you.”
Yuna nods, closing her eyes. She’s a slut, a whore, a plaything for Lia. Fuck, she needs her. “Unnie, please,” she whines, canting her hips up. Lia shushes her, pinning her down with one hand on her belly. “Please, I need it.”
Lia kneels between her legs, throwing them over her own hips, and traces Yuna’s hole with two fingers. Yuna can’t help but grind down into it, her head thrown back and mouth lax. It’s nothing in the grand scheme of things, but it feels so fucking good.
“Well, I guess if you’re that needy, I’ll give you what you want.”
Lia presses harder, rubbing in circles before pressing both fingers inside. It stings, and Yuna feels herself getting impossibly wetter at the pain, the rough treatment. She feels full already, and can’t help crying out at the sensation. Her tongue feels heavy, drool pooling in her mouth and spilling over the side. She grinds down on Lia’s fingers, getting herself used to it. Lia takes this as a sign to start pumping them, slow but hard thrusts that threaten to break Yuna apart.
All she can do is take what she’s given, lying underneath her best friend as she gets fingerfucked. Embarrassingly high moans filter out of her mouth like smoke, and Lia shushes her again.
“You look so dumb like this, Yuna-yah. Like a puppy getting a treat.”
The words make shame burn head to toe. She feels like a dog: owned, played with. Tongue lolling out and hips wiggling just to feel more.
Lia adds another finger after a few minutes, finally using the lube to spread messily around her fingers and Yuna’s pussy. And god, if Yuna thought she was full before, it’s nothing compared to how she feels now. She loves it, loves the quick way Lia fucks her, can’t get enough.
Yuna’s brain is melting out of her ears, body curling in on itself at the onslaught, and Lia takes this second to grab her mouth with one hand, forcing it open. She dips down to kiss Yuna, but before their lips touch, she lets another string of spit fall instead. Yuna whimpers, wanting more. Wanting everything Lia can give her.
Lia curls her fingers upward a few more times before sliding them out. Yuna mourns the loss, she hasn’t even come yet, but she watches patiently while Lia gets up from the bed and grabs the strappy fabric and her dildo. She stares at her, head tipped to the side as Lia pulls the fabric up her legs and secures it like a belt. She grabs the dildo and attaches it.
Oh, duh. She’s wearing a strap.
Yuna sits up suddenly. Oh shit. She’s going to get fucked with a strap.
Lia climbs back on the bed, settling the lube somewhere she can easily find it, and crawls over Yuna to kiss her. “You ready, baby? Or do you wanna take the edge off first?” Lia’s voice is so fond and quiet that Yuna reels back to look at her. Lia rolls her eyes. “Yes, I can be nice. Just make the choice.”
Yuna shakes her head, warmth spreading through her—different from the heat that’s made a home in her body. It’s pleasant, and clears her head a bit. She looks up as pleadingly as she can and says, “Take the edge off, please.”
Lia nods, dropping on her back further up the bed. The dildo attached to her wobbles intimidatingly, and Yuna lets out a shaky breath. Lia gives her a raised eyebrow and gestures toward her face. “Come sit.”
Yuna scrambles to her knees, doing a sort of waddle to get to Lia’s head. She looks at her unnie, sweet face hiding darker intentions, hair making a halo behind her head, and seats herself on her mouth. The pleasure is instantaneous, making Yuna gasp and cant her hips forward. Hands soon find her thighs, guiding her to ride Lia’s tongue, and she can’t help but roll her hips back and forth. She’s letting out these tiny moans and whimpers, the tongue lapping at her pussy a little too good.
Lia is a menace with her mouth. She gives broad licks across Yuna’s cunt, suckling at her lips, pointing her tongue and fucking her with it. She even opens her mouth wide, almost like she’s trying to fit it across the entirety of Yuna’s opening, and Yuna is going to go insane. Her head feels syrupy and her body aches for something more inside. She clenches down helplessly, not even sure what to do with herself as she hurtles toward orgasm.
There’s a knot in the pit of her stomach quickly coming loose, and she whines down at Lia, asking her to go faster, please, unnie, please. When Lia listens, she knows it’s over. The pressure explodes out of her, literally speaking, as a gush of slick spurts all over Lia’s face from Yuna’s cunt. Jesus, she’s squirting all over her hot best friend, body locking up as she comes. She rides the wave for as long as she can before slumping and falling to the side. Fuck. Fuck.
Yuna is still panting, trying to get her bearings, when Lia gets up, wipes her mouth, and manhandles Yuna onto her hands and knees.
Yuna panics. “Unnie, I’m not rea—”
“You’re ready enough to take me, baby. I promise.”
Nervous as she is, Yuna settles at the petname. She can take it. She can be good.
Lia splays her hands across Yuna’s shoulder blades, pressing her top half flat on the bed. It makes Yuna feel like a whore, spread open and presenting for Lia. She arches her back the tiniest bit, wanting again to feel pretty, to be liked. Lia’s whispered expletive does wonders for her self esteem.
She hears Lia slicking up the dildo, and suddenly there’s pressure at her hole. It feels big, bigger than Lia’s fingers, and for a second she’s scared she won’t be able to handle it. Lia pushes in anyway, and Yuna’s body shakes as each inch enters her. She’s impossibly full, like she’ll split apart if she moves too much, and she lets out a long moan. Her head is empty, whole world narrowed to the points of contact between her and Lia.
“There we go, baby. There we go.” Lia’s voice is velvet, coaxing Yuna to relax as she bottoms out. “You look so pretty for me, Yuna-yah.” She hears the shutter of a phone camera, flash illuminating the headboard in front of her. “Say hi to the camera, baby.”
Yuna rests her head on the pillow, overwhelmed. She can’t turn around like Lia asks, stuffed to the brim and frame shivering. She begs Lia to move, and lets out a groan as she pulls out almost all the way before slamming back in. Yuna is shoved forward, noises punched out of her as Lia begins a brutal pace.
This is all Yuna ever wanted. To be taken apart stroke by stroke, fucked into the mattress; to have Lia run her hands across her back and pull at her hair until her neck aches; to be turned into putty, mindless and rough.
She doesn’t realize she’s been crying until Lia leans over, cooing, to wipe some of the tears away. “You’re so cute,” she says, voice as condescending as it was when this all started. She laughs at Yuna, petting her head as she fucks her. “Can’t believe I’m doing this after all that shit you pulled. So desperate for me, huh?”
Yuna wails, a choked out, “yes, unnie” leaving her lips, pushing her hips back against each thrust. She can feel the tightness in her belly again, so close to unraveling. All she needs is for Lia to keep fucking her like this, keep telling her how pretty she looks and how slutty she is. She’s so close.
It happens all at once: Lia hits a particularly deep spot inside her, and Yuna tips over the edge just like that. Tears blur her vision as her orgasm tumbles through her, letting out little ah, ah, ahs and making her legs shake. Lia fucks her through it, to the point that it starts to hurt, and Yuna is boneless where she lays on the bed.
Lia pulls out slowly, gently, and Yuna appreciates it with what little brain she has left. She feels like a cloud, weightless and floating, and tries desperately to get her breath back. Slick sounds come from behind her, and she flops on her back to see the prettiest sight in the world.
Lia is rubbing furiously at her clit, strap loosened and falling down her legs. Her hips buck up into her own hand, whimpers falling from her mouth. Yuna sighs, contented, calling out to her, “You should come, unnie. For me.”
That’s all it takes. Lia shudders, rubbing herself through her orgasm and fucking her hips forward for a few moments after. She drops on her stomach on the bed and lets out a long breath before crawling up to Yuna and lying down. Yuna smiles at her, feeling like the cat that got the cream. Her body aches, head still reeling, but it’s definitely worth it.
“How was it, unnie?”
Lia lets out a sound somewhere between a snort and a grunt, swatting at her weakly. “Go fuck yourself, boss baby.”
Yuna doesn’t even get to say the joke on the tip of her tongue before Lia is smothering with a pillow, the both of them laughing. Back to normal for them, it seems. She’s not in love by any means, but they’re both satisfied, and that’s enough to make her feel like she’s won.