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After an hour of waiting, Jaeyi finally sees Seulgi step out of the coffee shop.
She’s moving quickly, almost running, until she reaches the car. Jaeyi unlocks the door right away.
Seulgi slips inside, and before she can even settle, Jaeyi opens her arms wide. “Hello again, pookie,” she says, teasing.
Seulgi lets out a small laugh, shaking her head. The sound makes something flutter in Jaeyi’s chest.
They pull apart gently, though the warmth lingers. Jaeyi studies her for a moment before saying softly, “I missed you.”
“You’re so clingy,” Seulgi murmurs, but there’s no bite in her voice.
“So?” Jaeyi grins, tilting her head, daring her to argue.
Seulgi looks at her for a second too long, then exhales. “Nothing.”
“Whatever,” Jaeyi says, rolling her eyes, though her smile betrays her. She reaches for the ignition. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
“Huh? You don’t have work tomorrow?” Seulgi asks, frowning slightly.
“I don’t,” Jaeyi giggles, her voice is light as she grips the wheel. “I have a day off again tomorrow.” She glances at Seulgi with a smile before starting the engine.
The car hums to life, and the quiet space between them fills with warmth and things left unsaid.
When they arrive at Seulgi’s house, Jaeyi pulls the car to a stop and quickly hops out. Seulgi follows more slowly, watching her with quiet curiosity.
Jaeyi is already waiting in front of the gate, smiling like she knows something. Seulgi narrows her eyes at her, suspicion flickering across her face.
“What are you up to?” she asks, squinting slightly.
Jaeyi only shakes her head, her smile is refusing to fade.
Seulgi exhales and unlocks the gate. Jaeyi trails after her, quick steps keeping close.
As soon as Seulgi gets the front door open, she feels sudden arms around her waist.
“I’m so tired,” Jaeyi murmurs, burying her face against the curve of Seulgi’s neck.
Seulgi freezes. The warmth of Jaeyi’s body against her back, the tickle of her breath on her skin, it all catches her off guard.
She doesn’t move, caught somewhere between silence and the strange pull of comfort.
They stay like that for a moment until Seulgi feels something different; hot, insistent.
It takes her a second to realize what it is.
Jaeyi’s mouth is on her neck.
A sharp breath escapes Seulgi. “What are you doing?” Her voice stumbles between shock and something she doesn’t want to name.
Jaeyi doesn’t answer.
Instead she grips Seulgi tighter.
She tilts her head for a better angle and sucks harder at Seulgi’s neck, leaving Seulgi tense and breathless in her arms.
When Jaeyi finally stops, her lips brush against Seulgi’s ear. “I’ve been craving this, you know,” she whispers.
Seulgi swallows hard, heat rushing through her. “Follow me upstairs,” she says, her words clipped, almost an order.
They move quickly, the air between them charged.
When they reach a door, Seulgi fumbles with the lock, her pulse is thundering in her ears.
The moment it clicks open, she pulls Jaeyi inside, urgency in every movement.
She drags Jaeyi with her until Jaeyi’s back collides with the wall.
Seulgi doesn’t hesitate. She closes the distance and crashes her mouth against Jaeyi’s, the kiss is rough, impatient.
Jaeyi’s eyes widen at the suddenness, surprise flashing for only a second before she matches Seulgi’s intensity.
She grips the back of Seulgi’s neck, pulling her closer, refusing to let her have the upper hand.
Their mouths clash, wet and heated, tongues fighting for dominance.
Seulgi’s breath hitches as Jaeyi deepens the kiss, pressing harder. But Jaeyi doesn’t want to lose.
With a burst of strength, she slides her hands lower, hooks them around Seulgi, and lifts her clean off the ground.
Seulgi gasps against her mouth, legs instinctively tightening around Jaeyi’s waist as Jaeyi carries her across the room.
The kiss never breaks, messy and desperate, every step is feeding the fire between them.
Jaeyi drops them both onto the bed, the sheets are crumpling under their weight and the mattress is creaking in protest.
The sound is swallowed by the heat of their mouths colliding again, and neither is willing to let the other win.
Jaeyi’s hands move fast, tugging at the buttons of Seulgi’s polo until the fabric parts under her fingers.
She pushes it from Seulgi’s shoulders, helping her shrug it off, and then pulls her top up in one swift motion. The sudden rush of air on her skin makes Seulgi shiver.
Their mouths find each other again.
Jaeyi cups Seulgi’s breast through the thin fabric, her grip is rough enough to pull a whimper from Seulgi’s throat, muffled against her lips.
“Jaeyi,” Seulgi breathes, the sound caught between protest and need.
Jaeyi only smiles against her mouth, not easing up. Her lips trail down to Seulgi’s neck, pressing hard, lingering kisses along the line of her throat.
Seulgi tilts her head without thinking, giving her more to claim.
Jaeyi works lower, mouth brushing over her collarbone, then down to the swell of her chest.
One hand slips behind her, finding the clasp of her bra.
With a flick, she unhooks it and slides the straps off her shoulders until the fabric falls away, leaving her bare.
Seulgi gasps, her hands are fisting in the sheets, her face is flushed and hot.
Jaeyi doesn't hesitate. Her mouth closes around one breast while her hand cups the other, squeezing firmly.
Seulgi moans, the sound is breaking free before she can stop it, her back is arching toward the touch.
“God, you sound so good,” Jaeyi murmurs against her skin.
Her tongue circles slowly, teasing before she sucks harder, then lets go just to press kisses over the sensitive skin.
She alternates between lips and tongue, rough and deliberate, her hand is kneading the other breast with equal intent.
Seulgi’s chest rises and falls sharply, her breaths are uneven, her fingers are tangling in Jaeyi’s hair as if to push her closer and pull her back at the same time.
Then she drags her mouth lower, leaving heated kisses along the curve of Seulgi’s breast, down the line of her ribs, then to her stomach.
Seulgi’s muscles tense under every press of lips, every breath that ghosts over her skin.
When Jaeyi reaches the waistband of her jeans, she pauses. Her eyes lift, dark and questioning, waiting.
Seulgi’s chest heaves as she nods, a small, breathless yes that doesn’t need words.
That’s all Jaeyi needs. She unbuttons the jeans with quick fingers and tugs them down, dragging the denim off until it’s discarded at the edge of the bed.
Seulgi shifts, heart pounding, as Jaeyi parts her legs with a slow, deliberate touch.
The thin barrier of her underwear is moved aside, and then Jaeyi leans in.
The first brush of her mouth against Seulgi’s center rips a shudder out of her, her hips are jerking in response.
“Fuck,” Seulgi gasps, her voice is breaking as her hands clutch at the sheets.
Jaeyi anchors her, gripping both thighs firmly and pulling her closer until there’s no space left.
Her mouth works against her, tongue moving in hungry, unrelenting strokes that make Seulgi’s head fall back against the pillows.
Her moans spill freely now, helpless, as her fingers tangle in Jaeyi’s hair and hold on like she’ll fall apart without it.
Jaeyi licks deep, then slow, then faster, savoring the way Seulgi writhes beneath her.
Seulgi’s breaths come sharp, her voice is fractured with gasps and soft cries, her body is arching as if it’s no longer hers to control.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, the words are slipping out before she can think.
Jaeyi only presses harder, tongue quickening, relentless in its rhythm.
The coil inside Seulgi tightens, winding too fast, every nerve is on fire. She can feel herself teetering on the edge, the wave is threatening to break.
But just when she’s about to fall over it, Jaeyi pulls back.
Seulgi’s eyes snap open, her chest heaving. “Why did you-” Her voice falters.
Jaeyi doesn’t answer Seulgi’s question. Instead, she shifts away briefly, grabbing a pillow from the side and sliding it beneath Seulgi’s back, angling her body just right.
It makes her arch up more, exposed, vulnerable.
Jaeyi leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, almost disarming, before descending again.
Her thumb finds Seulgi’s clit, rubbing slow circles at first.
The touch makes Seulgi gasp. She doesn’t even get the chance to settle into the rhythm before Jaeyi pushes two fingers inside her without warning.
“Fuck, Jaeyi–” Seulgi cries out, her voice is breaking as her hands grip the sheets.
Jaeyi thrusts hard, relentless from the first stroke, each movement is already deep and rough.
The sound of Seulgi’s moans fills the room, louder and louder, her body is trembling under the intensity.
She can barely keep herself together, every nerve alight as Jaeyi pounds into her.
Then, suddenly, a sharp sound breaks through the haze, a vibration and a chime from Jaeyi’s pocket.
Seulgi freezes, panic flashing across her face. “Your phone–” she starts, but her words die in her throat when Jaeyi doesn’t stop.
If anything, her thrusts grow harder, more punishing.
With her free hand, Jaeyi digs out the phone and glances at the screen. Her lips curl into a small, wicked smile before she leans down to Seulgi’s ear.
“You better be quiet,” she whispers, her breath is hot against her skin. “Or do you want them to hear you like this?”
Seulgi bites down on her fingers, muffling the cry that threatens to escape as Jaeyi answers the call.
“Hello?” Jaeyi’s voice is smooth, steady, betraying nothing of what her other hand is doing.
Her fingers keep driving into Seulgi, merciless and unyielding.
On the other end, her manager’s voice filters through, calm but brisk. “Jaeyi, I wanted to go over your schedule for next week. We’ve added another recording session on Wednesday, and on Friday, there’s a promotion shoot lined up.”
Seulgi squeezes her eyes shut, her body is jerking with every thrust.
She bites harder on her fingers, desperate to stay silent, though small muffled whimpers still slip out.
“Wednesday, got it,” Jaeyi says, her tone is professional, almost bored. She curls her fingers inside Seulgi at the same time, hitting a spot that makes Seulgi’s back arch violently against the pillow.
“There’s also an invitation to that gala next month. They want you as a guest of honor. I’ll forward you the details,” the manager continues.
“That sounds fine,” Jaeyi answers smoothly, though her thumb presses harder on Seulgi’s clit, circling with ruthless precision.
Seulgi’s thighs tremble, threatening to close around Jaeyi’s hand, but Jaeyi forces them wider, pinning her open.
“And one more thing,” the manager adds, “the director mentioned you might be shortlisted for a variety show appearance. It’s not confirmed yet, but we’ll keep you updated.”
“That’s good news,” Jaeyi replies, her voice is unwavering, her thrusts never slowing.
Seulgi’s nails dig into her own skin as she muffles another cry. Her whole body is shaking, her chest is rising and falling rapidly, every muscle is straining to hold back the sounds clawing at her throat.
“Alright, that’s all for now,” the manager says finally. “I’ll send you the schedule by tonight.”
“Okay. Thank you.” Jaeyi says, before hanging up.
The phone slips from her hand onto the mattress. Only then does she look back down at Seulgi, who’s trembling, sweat-slick, her teeth still sunk into her fingers to keep from screaming.
Jaeyi smirks, her voice is low. “Good girl. You actually stayed quiet.”
Seulgi gasps hard the second the call ends, her moans are spilling free at last. The sound rips out of her, raw and desperate.
Jaeyi doesn’t let up. Her fingers drive deeper, harder, her other hand is pressing down firmly on Seulgi’s lower stomach.
The pressure makes the pleasure spike, sharp and unbearable, and Seulgi’s toes curl against the sheets. She’s trembling everywhere, her thighs are shaking, her chest is heaving with each ragged breath.
“Jaeyi–” Seulgi cries out, her hands are fisting tight in the blanket, trying to hold onto something as the sensation builds too fast.
Jaeyi watches her with a hungry smirk. Her thumb circles mercilessly on Seulgi’s clit while her fingers thrust deeper, the sound of wetness filling the room.
Every time Seulgi arches, Jaeyi presses harder on her stomach, forcing the sensation to swell even more.
Seulgi’s voice cracks, her head is tipping back against the pillow. “I-I’m… Jaeyi, I’m close–”
“Then give it to me,” Jaeyi says low, her eyes locked on Seulgi’s face. “Show me how good I make you feel.”
Her words unravel her. Seulgi’s body tenses, every muscle gets tight as the wave slams into her.
A strangled cry escapes her throat, her nails are raking down the sheets as she comes, her entire body is trembling under the force of it.
And just as it hits, Jaeyi withdraws her hand, leaving Seulgi gasping at the sudden loss.
Before the high can fade, Jaeyi lowers her head between Seulgi’s thighs.
Her mouth replaces her fingers, pressing her tongue firmly against her cunt, licking up everything that spills out.
Seulgi cries out again, her thighs snapping shut around Jaeyi’s head, but Jaeyi only grips her hips tighter, holding her still as she licks her clean, savoring every drop.
She groans against her, low and satisfied, as if she’s tasting something she’s craved for too long.
“Jaeyi-oh my god–” Seulgi’s voice is broken, torn between pleasure and the raw sensitivity coursing through her.
Her hands thread into Jaeyi’s hair again, pulling but not really pushing away, her body is trembling helplessly against the sheets.
Jaeyi lifts her head just long enough to murmur, lips glistening, “I’m not done with you yet,” before diving back down, her tongue is stroking slow and deliberate now, making sure nothing is left behind.
Jaeyi finally pulls back. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then lays flat against the bed, her eyes never leaving Seulgi.
“Sit on my face,” she says, commanding.
Seulgi freezes, her thighs are still trembling from before. “A-Are you sure?” Her voice stutters, already betraying how the thought coils heat in her stomach.
Jaeyi arches a brow, impatience flickering across her face. “Why do I feel like you’re the one who’s unsure?”
“I just–” Seulgi swallows, fumbling for an excuse she doesn’t really believe. “It’s… a lot.”
“I don’t care.” Jaeyi cuts her off sharply, her tone is leaving no room for argument. “Sit on my face. Now.”
The command lands heavy in the air. Seulgi hesitates only a beat longer before obeying, moving over Jaeyi with careful knees on either side of her head.
Her body hovers, awkward and tense, but Jaeyi’s hands grip her thighs firmly and pull her down the rest of the way.
The moment Jaeyi’s mouth meets her, Seulgi lets out a sharp gasp. The first stroke of her tongue is immediate, hungry, and it makes Seulgi’s hips jolt forward.
“Jaeyi–” Her voice is breathless, almost a plea.
Jaeyi answers only by dragging her tongue deeper, rough and steady, as both her hands slide up, cupping Seulgi’s breasts.
She squeezes firmly, brushing her thumbs over the hardened peaks, forcing a whimper from Seulgi’s throat.
Seulgi braces herself with one hand against the headboard, the other is sinking into Jaeyi’s hair.
Her hips begin to move without thought, grinding down against the heat of Jaeyi’s mouth.
Jaeyi moans into her, the vibration is shooting straight through Seulgi’s core. “That’s it,” she murmurs against her, her words muffled but demanding. “Use me.”
The encouragement only pushes Seulgi further. She moves faster, rocking against Jaeyi’s mouth, her head is tipping back as waves of sensation keep rising.
Each suck, each swipe of Jaeyi’s tongue leaves her unraveling, her thighs shaking, her voice spilling into helpless cries.
Her grip on Jaeyi’s hair tightens, desperate and shaky, as her hips stutter. “I-I’m–oh god, I’m close again–”
Jaeyi groans, dragging her tongue harder, sealing her mouth around her as if she’s intent on swallowing every drop. The pressure builds sharp and quick, leaving Seulgi no escape.
Her whole body jerks as release rips through her again, stronger than before.
She cries out Jaeyi’s name, breaking apart on top of her, riding the orgasm until her body can’t move anymore.
She collapses forward, shaking as she catches herself on the mattress. Her chest heaves, each breath is rough, like she’s still trying to remember how to breathe properly.
The world feels blurred, unsteady, the sharp edges of pleasure leaving her body in tiny aftershocks.
For a long moment, all she can hear is the blood rushing in her ears and the faint hum of the air conditioner.
Jaeyi’s hands are still on her thighs. Seulgi looks down, sees her flushed cheeks, her hair is a little messy, and her mouth is glistening.
The sight makes Seulgi’s stomach twist tenderly, too raw. She shifts quickly, pulling away as if afraid to be seen for too long.
Jaeyi blinks up at her, catching her movement. “You okay?” Her voice is soft.
“I– yeah….” Seulgi clears her throat, sliding down onto the mattress beside her.
The room is quiet again, that type of quiet that should be peaceful but feels charged.
Jaeyi pushes herself up, sitting cross-legged, and watches her. Her lips curve into the faintest smile. “You look wrecked.”
Seulgi lets out a shaky laugh, rubbing at her face. “That’s one way to put it.”
There’s no malice in Jaeyi’s words, only a warmth that makes it harder for Seulgi to keep her walls up.
Jaeyi shifts closer, reaching out as if testing a boundary. When Seulgi doesn’t flinch away, her fingers brush against her arm lightly. “You’re shaking.”
“I’ll be fine,” Seulgi says, but her voice comes out softer than she intends.
“You don’t have to be fine right away.” Jaeyi’s gaze is steady, almost stubborn. Then she moves off the bed and disappears.
Seulgi frowns, momentarily disoriented, until she hears the sound of water running.
When Jaeyi returns, she’s carrying a damp towel. She doesn’t say anything, just sits down beside her and gently wipes her face, her neck, the hollow of her collarbone.
Seulgi keeps her eyes down, her jaw tight, but the tension in her shoulders slowly eases.
“You didn’t have to–”
“I wanted to,” Jaeyi cuts in. “Let me.”
Seulgi lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She doesn’t fight it. The towel moves down her chest, over her stomach. Every soft stroke feels more intimate than what they’d just done.
After a while, Jaeyi sets the towel aside and reaches for the blanket, pulling it over them.
She tugs gently at Seulgi’s arm until she lies back against the pillows. Without hesitation, Jaeyi slides in beside her, close enough that their shoulders touch.
Seulgi doesn’t resist. It feels natural, almost inevitable, to let their bodies fall into the same rhythm.
Neither rushes to fill the quiet. It isn’t heavy; it simply exists, like the low hum of the night around them.
Seulgi exhales. “This feels… nice.”
Jaeyi tilts her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Then let’s not move.”
Silence lingers between them. Their fingers rest close on the sheets, so close that Jaeyi can feel the warmth radiating from Seulgi’s hand, but neither of them dares to close the distance.
Seulgi’s gaze drifts to the ceiling. “Can we stay like this?”
Jaeyi’s answer comes softly, steady despite the quickening of her heartbeat. “For as long as you want.”
Seulgi doesn’t question it. She just closes her eyes, the smallest crease easing from her brow, and the air between them grows heavier.
Jaeyi watches her for a moment longer, feeling that quiet weight settle over them, as though the moment had always been waiting for them both.